[ the surprise is evident on ignis' face, which makes nyx tilt his head a little. ]
He's been running the Glaives out of Lestallum after the sun went away. Said that Lunafreya died in Altissia and the Prince disappeared soon after, but Cor told him that he'd return.
[ he repeats it pretty rote, as if he's expecting ignis to know this bit. ]
[ ignis, unfortunately, doesn't know that. he's silent for a long moment, pensive. he disappeared soon after, but the marshal had told him that he would return -- ignis knows the marshal doesn't lie.
he frowns. ]
The marshal is with the Glaives? [ he pauses. ] Are they still loyal to the King?
[ Considering Nyx himself should be dead but isn't, it's at least not something that's too confusing on his end, that Ignis might not know. ]
They're loyal to Noctis. That's what Libertus said, at least. At some point, his and the other recruits magic returned as well. I guess the Marshal is heading the reformation effort.
[ they're loyal to noctis, nyx says, and ignis nods after a moment. nyx wouldn't lie, not about this -- he's too honourable a man for that. he tilts his head when nyx mentions that their magic's returned. ]
Was it stripped from them when they betrayed the crown?
[ Ignis' words are blunt, and despite himself, despite knowing that Ignis' loyalty is to Noctis; not even really Regis but Noctis himself, Nyx feels a dark expression cross his face. ]
No. When Regis was killed, the connection was severed. It didn't discriminate between loyalist or traitor - not that there was many of the first left, considering they'd been killed.
[ It's tossed out at Ignis' feet, a reminder that there had been good people in the Glaives. ]
I'm guessing it had something to do with whatever happened to the new King.
[ it's a glimpse of one of ignis' less attractive qualities, that vicious vindictiveness -- treason cannot go unanswered, and the reminder of having fewer loyalists left settles thick in his chest.
they turned on the king when they were needed most, with drautos leading the cursed charge. if ignis could resurrect them just to kill all of them himself, he definitely would.
but here's another thing: nyx, too, is a loyalist. on that alone, he doesn't say more. not when nyx mentions the new king. his jaw tightens; because this means pryna's vision will come to pass, after all. ]
It's the Crystal's doing. Do you know anything about the Chancellor of Nifleheim?
[ It would have certainly made things easier if it had. Easier on them, perhaps easier for Ignis to accept that Libertus was trustworthy, if it could make that distinction. Unfortunately, it was a power that despite using for most of his adult life, Nyx understood little and less of.
He also understands where Ignis is coming from, even if it sits low in his chest. It's why the tense set of his jaw relaxes when the subject turns to something else entirely. Let them not poke at sore wounds for the moment. ]
Ardyn Izunia? He showed up alone, offered the terms of the treaty, and hightailed it out with the Emperor and the crystal.
the chancellor's daemon-infected face in his vision is etched behind his eyelids. the usurper, he was called, and ignis closes his eyes briefly. he leaves the wounds well enough alone. ignis doesn't say much more about ardyn because he doesn't quite know where to start. ]
I see.
[ he's quiet for a moment, then pops the tab of his beer. ] It seems, for now, we ought to make the best of what we have.
[ he exhales a sigh. ] For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here.
[ Nyx mirrors Ignis' move in opening up his own can of beer. When Ignis says they should make the most of what they have, he shoves all the sour feelings back into the box he always puts them into when someone's Lucian-ness or noblesse comes out, and then gently shifts, nudging his hip against Ignis. ]
Glad you're here too, Ignis.
[ He cracks a lopsided grin. ]
At least we've got an easy in to testing out this Synchrony stuff?
[ It's an offer if Ignis is interested. He also knows even if they're the ones who got into each other's heads that blowing it off physically still helps. They compartmentalize too well that way. ]
[ nyx pls. but that's a good way to cope with things, because at the heart of it, even though nyx looks the worse for wear, the important thing is that he's here and alive. nyx had been a friend (with enjoyable benefits), and the man has always been honourable and loyal to the crown.
he can't help a skip of his pulse when nyx flashes that lopsided grin, reminded of the evenings they'd spent together -- the best thing about their arrangement is that there had never been strings attached, and he takes another swig, a different gleam flickering in his eyes as he sees the invitation for what it is.
he leans against the counter. ]
We do. Take your clothes off, Nyx.
[ right here, in his kitchen. it's been awhile, hasn't it? ]
[ There'd been no time to meet up before Ignis left - a long deployment, the surprise offer of peace, then the King quickly getting his son out of the city. He'd been lucky to cross paths with Ignis at all, and there'd certainly been no time for the benefits of their friendship.
Nyx is taking a drink when Ignis tells him to take off his clothes. He finishes and then he laughs, the smile making his eyes crinkle and the scars shift a bit. ]
Right here?
[ But even as he's teasingly questioning it, he sets his drink down. His fingers find the zipper of the protective Kingsglaive vest and pull it down, messily folding the material and setting it aside on Ignis' counter. Then he grabs the edge of the monogrammed shirt underneath, tugging it off in one swift movement, revealing the tanned, scarred skin that's underneath.
The only noteworthy thing there is that there's two newer-looking scars on the his right side; unmistakably gunshot wounds. ]
this is them making up for lost time -- it seems like a lifetime ago that they had last done this, when the rigours of their respective duties had given them brief reprieve. ignis intends to make the best of this; after all, they both need it, after the last few days they'd had.
his eyes are dark and focused. for now, there is nothing else but this, the expanse of scarred skin and rippling muscle, with nyx sporting two new ones that are obviously from gunshot wounds. the glaive has always led a rough, violent life, but what it means is that ignis would probably pay more attention to that later.
he purses his lips, briefly. ]
Fold that neatly, please.
[ ever prim and proper, even as he itches to touch nyx, to trace light fingers over rough skin. but he waits, because he meant everything, buddy.. ]
[ Nyx knows exactly what that kind of request might entail, too. Follow Ignis' instructions and it'll be the advisor in control. Disregard it, and (if Ignis is in the mood) it'll be Nyx trying to wrest it away from him.
But, he can admit he's been running on empty before this and it'd be nice to let someone else take the reins. So instead, he grabs the vest and zips it up, carefully folding it neatly - military training - and then folding the shirt as well, settling it on top of it, turning his back fully to Ignis.
He carefully bends over - of course he's turned around for this - to start undoing the buckles of his boots. ]
[ ignis knows exactly what nyx is doing when he bends over like that, a teasing temptation of what is to come, and ignis' attention is drawn from those heavy boots right to those pants and that firm ass.
it's clear, too, that nyx intends to let him take control, and there is something intoxicating and powerful about assuming command of such a man. and so he watches, his gaze full of intent as he smoothly murmurs: ]
[ The thing that has always worked for them is that method of giving and taking control; seeing how the other feels about it. It was something he noticed before they ever hooked up, when he was training Ignis. If things weren't going his way, he'd do something to calm down that he could control.
There are worse vices, he supposes. And Nyx hopes Ignis knows exactly what he's doing, considering he's putting on the show for him.
Boots off, paired together and put on the floor, below where he's stacking his clothes. He turns back to Ignis, giving a little smirk as he unzips his pants and rolls the fabric down. The rest of his tattoos are put on display with that move, and he folds the pants along the inseam and then in thirds before he hooks his fingers into his briefs.
It's pretty obvious just undressing for Ignis has him interested, but he still manages to push the underwear down with a little wink, leaving him half hard and fully naked in Ignis' new kitchen. ]
Gonna make me fold these too?
[ It's a tease because, well, it's always fun when Ignis 'punishes' him too. ]
[ nyx isn't the only one enjoying it, despite the earlier sombre start to their meeting. ignis is aware of just what nyx is offering him, a win-win solution for the both of them; nyx gets handled with a firm hand, which is what he needs, and ignis calming down through what he knows best.
he's quietly grateful for this outlet, and he doesn't look away as he undresses, admiring the tattoos, that full, perky ass, and the glimpse of his heavy balls and thick, fat cock between those muscled thighs.
he feels his pulse skip in anticipation, and he murmurs: ]
Turn around for me, and fold them.
[ as much as he loves the view from behind, the loves the view from the front, too. ] You understand that I'm not letting you go tonight?
[ It's an interesting position, to have his back to Ignis, waiting for his next instruction. Interesting but not unfamiliar, and one he enjoys. Nyx follows instructions well, until he doesn't, in the Kingsglaive. Here, it's easy to trust that Ignis has his best interests in mind.
He shifts from one foot to the other before he turns, carefully folding the briefs. When Ignis speaks he meets his gaze, blue eyes bright, and he can't stop the little smirk as he sets the clothing down. He leans back against the counter, letting Ignis get a good look. Including at the fact that his cock is slowly stiffening under his gaze. ]
I figured as much, yeah.
[ Nyx-speak for yes, of course, and waiting to see if Ignis will make him say it properly. ]
[ of course ignis will make him say it properly. put on display like that, rugged and undeniably powerful, every scar on his body a testament to how he's survived just about every one of them.
ignis remembers how he used to crave that body, that power, and his eyes go right down to where his cock is slowly but surely stiffening, filling out so nicely.
he steps closer now, wrapping his hand around his shaft just so he can feel it filling out, thickening and lengthening just the grower he really is. ]
[ Nyx chuffs a little laugh, but he knows when to press his luck - and when to fold his hand. ]
Yes, sir. I understand.
[ He flicks his gaze down and then up, although he doesn't hold back the small hiss of breath when Ignis wraps a hand around his cock. It doesn't take long with contact for him to fully fill out, growing hard in Ignis' hand, though he doesn't roll his hips. Doesn't try to take more than what's being offered, although he licks his lips in anticipation. ]
[ ignis asks finally, because as much as he likes control, he wants to hear it -- he wants to know what it does to nyx. he continues to stroke him, fingers rubbing down the underside of his cock, over the thick vein of his cock before thumbing deliberately, firmly over the sensitive slit. ]
[ Of course Ignis wants to be an exacting bitch right now. It's a thought that crosses his brain fondly, not unkind in the slightest. Ignis' fingers are clever on his cock, making it twitch in his hand and Nyx hiss under his breath. ]
Fucking my mouth sounds like a nice start. And getting to ride you after?
[ It's only a question because if Ignis is really feeling it, he might want him face down and ass up. But a guy can hope. ]
[ ignis concedes, because he definitely is an exactly bitch right now and he owns it. and so he rewards nyx with a gentle squeeze before he nudges him back onto his knees, right there on the floor. his own dick twitches, and ignis smoothly unzips, easing himself out.
he's more than half hard with this play, and he reaches down to touch his cheek, his jaw, urging him onward with a simple command. ]
[ Nyx can't help the little smirk that crosses his face because when is he ever good? But he knows he's playing to Ignis' definition of it, so he might be able to manage.
When Ignis pushes him back to his knees he goes willingly. This is where being in combat prime always pays off. He could rest like this for hours if Ignis wanted and it wouldn't bother him. Nyx hums a little at the command but he obeys, ducking his head forward.
He has to play a little, running his tongue along the underside of Ignis' half hard cock, tongue flicking against the head, the telltale twinkle in his eyes letting Ignis know he knows exactly how he's misbehaving. But before correction is needed he's quick to open his mouth and let Ignis' cock slide against his tongue.
He takes him down to the root - he might not be fully hard but Nyx enjoys doing this, hollowing his cheeks and sucking softly until the dick in his mouth becomes fully hard. He only pulls back to tease again, tongue curling against the underside of Ignis' cockhead even as he lets him rest against his lips. ]
[ it's not often that ignis gets to be this bold and commanding, but today has been one hell of a long day, and ignis will take his catharsis any way he can have it. thankfully, it looks like his companion needs it, too, and he's happy to deliver.
he watches, fascinated, as nyx takes him into his hot, wet mouth. he'd almost forgotten how talented nyx is at sucking cock, how he enjoys doing this with him -- that look in his eyes, the way his lips stretch around his firth is visually arresting. his hand comes to curl in his hair, cradling the back of his head but he doesn't draw him onward.
no, he wants nyx to do all this out of his own volition, and he issues an approving, quiet moan when he feels him suck him off. ] I didn't tell you to stop.
[ this time, however, he pushes himself in, slowly but firmly fucking his mouth in long, deep thrusts. ]
[ Nyx has always relished doing this - whether it's with a cock or a pussy, he loves teasing someone. Loves using his tongue to make them groan and pant, burying it inside them to make them moan and shake apart against his mouth.
Although Ignis isn't passive enough to just let him have his fun. No, he reminds him he didn't tell him to stop, and pushes into his mouth. Nyx is quick to let him glide over his tongue, leaning forward when Ignis presses in, and pulling back a little when he pulls back.
He lets his eyes skim up Ignis' body - he's still fully dressed, which makes him look good, but it's also a damn shame - and hums gently as he tilts his head, moving to take Ignis down his throat again. Spit gathers in the corner of his mouth as he swallows around him, but Nyx makes no move to pull back, breathing harshly through his nose. ]
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[ the surprise is evident on ignis' face, which makes nyx tilt his head a little. ]
He's been running the Glaives out of Lestallum after the sun went away. Said that Lunafreya died in Altissia and the Prince disappeared soon after, but Cor told him that he'd return.
[ he repeats it pretty rote, as if he's expecting ignis to know this bit. ]
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he frowns. ]
The marshal is with the Glaives? [ he pauses. ] Are they still loyal to the King?
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They're loyal to Noctis. That's what Libertus said, at least. At some point, his and the other recruits magic returned as well. I guess the Marshal is heading the reformation effort.
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Was it stripped from them when they betrayed the crown?
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No. When Regis was killed, the connection was severed. It didn't discriminate between loyalist or traitor - not that there was many of the first left, considering they'd been killed.
[ It's tossed out at Ignis' feet, a reminder that there had been good people in the Glaives. ]
I'm guessing it had something to do with whatever happened to the new King.
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[ it's a glimpse of one of ignis' less attractive qualities, that vicious vindictiveness -- treason cannot go unanswered, and the reminder of having fewer loyalists left settles thick in his chest.
they turned on the king when they were needed most, with drautos leading the cursed charge. if ignis could resurrect them just to kill all of them himself, he definitely would.
but here's another thing: nyx, too, is a loyalist. on that alone, he doesn't say more. not when nyx mentions the new king. his jaw tightens; because this means pryna's vision will come to pass, after all. ]
It's the Crystal's doing. Do you know anything about the Chancellor of Nifleheim?
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He also understands where Ignis is coming from, even if it sits low in his chest. It's why the tense set of his jaw relaxes when the subject turns to something else entirely. Let them not poke at sore wounds for the moment. ]
Ardyn Izunia? He showed up alone, offered the terms of the treaty, and hightailed it out with the Emperor and the crystal.
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the chancellor's daemon-infected face in his vision is etched behind his eyelids. the usurper, he was called, and ignis closes his eyes briefly. he leaves the wounds well enough alone. ignis doesn't say much more about ardyn because he doesn't quite know where to start. ]
I see.
[ he's quiet for a moment, then pops the tab of his beer. ] It seems, for now, we ought to make the best of what we have.
[ he exhales a sigh. ] For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here.
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Glad you're here too, Ignis.
[ He cracks a lopsided grin. ]
At least we've got an easy in to testing out this Synchrony stuff?
[ It's an offer if Ignis is interested. He also knows even if they're the ones who got into each other's heads that blowing it off physically still helps. They compartmentalize too well that way. ]
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he can't help a skip of his pulse when nyx flashes that lopsided grin, reminded of the evenings they'd spent together -- the best thing about their arrangement is that there had never been strings attached, and he takes another swig, a different gleam flickering in his eyes as he sees the invitation for what it is.
he leans against the counter. ]
We do. Take your clothes off, Nyx.
[ right here, in his kitchen. it's been awhile, hasn't it? ]
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Nyx is taking a drink when Ignis tells him to take off his clothes. He finishes and then he laughs, the smile making his eyes crinkle and the scars shift a bit. ]
Right here?
[ But even as he's teasingly questioning it, he sets his drink down. His fingers find the zipper of the protective Kingsglaive vest and pull it down, messily folding the material and setting it aside on Ignis' counter. Then he grabs the edge of the monogrammed shirt underneath, tugging it off in one swift movement, revealing the tanned, scarred skin that's underneath.
The only noteworthy thing there is that there's two newer-looking scars on the his right side; unmistakably gunshot wounds. ]
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[ he confirms.
this is them making up for lost time -- it seems like a lifetime ago that they had last done this, when the rigours of their respective duties had given them brief reprieve. ignis intends to make the best of this; after all, they both need it, after the last few days they'd had.
his eyes are dark and focused. for now, there is nothing else but this, the expanse of scarred skin and rippling muscle, with nyx sporting two new ones that are obviously from gunshot wounds. the glaive has always led a rough, violent life, but what it means is that ignis would probably pay more attention to that later.
he purses his lips, briefly. ]
Fold that neatly, please.
[ ever prim and proper, even as he itches to touch nyx, to trace light fingers over rough skin. but he waits, because he meant everything, buddy.. ]
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But, he can admit he's been running on empty before this and it'd be nice to let someone else take the reins. So instead, he grabs the vest and zips it up, carefully folding it neatly - military training - and then folding the shirt as well, settling it on top of it, turning his back fully to Ignis.
He carefully bends over - of course he's turned around for this - to start undoing the buckles of his boots. ]
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it's clear, too, that nyx intends to let him take control, and there is something intoxicating and powerful about assuming command of such a man. and so he watches, his gaze full of intent as he smoothly murmurs: ]
Your pants, next.
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There are worse vices, he supposes. And Nyx hopes Ignis knows exactly what he's doing, considering he's putting on the show for him.
Boots off, paired together and put on the floor, below where he's stacking his clothes. He turns back to Ignis, giving a little smirk as he unzips his pants and rolls the fabric down. The rest of his tattoos are put on display with that move, and he folds the pants along the inseam and then in thirds before he hooks his fingers into his briefs.
It's pretty obvious just undressing for Ignis has him interested, but he still manages to push the underwear down with a little wink, leaving him half hard and fully naked in Ignis' new kitchen. ]
Gonna make me fold these too?
[ It's a tease because, well, it's always fun when Ignis 'punishes' him too. ]
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he's quietly grateful for this outlet, and he doesn't look away as he undresses, admiring the tattoos, that full, perky ass, and the glimpse of his heavy balls and thick, fat cock between those muscled thighs.
he feels his pulse skip in anticipation, and he murmurs: ]
Turn around for me, and fold them.
[ as much as he loves the view from behind, the loves the view from the front, too. ] You understand that I'm not letting you go tonight?
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He shifts from one foot to the other before he turns, carefully folding the briefs. When Ignis speaks he meets his gaze, blue eyes bright, and he can't stop the little smirk as he sets the clothing down. He leans back against the counter, letting Ignis get a good look. Including at the fact that his cock is slowly stiffening under his gaze. ]
I figured as much, yeah.
[ Nyx-speak for yes, of course, and waiting to see if Ignis will make him say it properly. ]
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[ of course ignis will make him say it properly. put on display like that, rugged and undeniably powerful, every scar on his body a testament to how he's survived just about every one of them.
ignis remembers how he used to crave that body, that power, and his eyes go right down to where his cock is slowly but surely stiffening, filling out so nicely.
he steps closer now, wrapping his hand around his shaft just so he can feel it filling out, thickening and lengthening just the grower he really is. ]
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Yes, sir. I understand.
[ He flicks his gaze down and then up, although he doesn't hold back the small hiss of breath when Ignis wraps a hand around his cock. It doesn't take long with contact for him to fully fill out, growing hard in Ignis' hand, though he doesn't roll his hips. Doesn't try to take more than what's being offered, although he licks his lips in anticipation. ]
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[ ignis asks finally, because as much as he likes control, he wants to hear it -- he wants to know what it does to nyx. he continues to stroke him, fingers rubbing down the underside of his cock, over the thick vein of his cock before thumbing deliberately, firmly over the sensitive slit. ]
Tell me, and maybe I'll make it happen.
[ maybe. ]
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Fucking my mouth sounds like a nice start. And getting to ride you after?
[ It's only a question because if Ignis is really feeling it, he might want him face down and ass up. But a guy can hope. ]
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[ ignis concedes, because he definitely is an exactly bitch right now and he owns it. and so he rewards nyx with a gentle squeeze before he nudges him back onto his knees, right there on the floor. his own dick twitches, and ignis smoothly unzips, easing himself out.
he's more than half hard with this play, and he reaches down to touch his cheek, his jaw, urging him onward with a simple command. ]
Suck.
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When Ignis pushes him back to his knees he goes willingly. This is where being in combat prime always pays off. He could rest like this for hours if Ignis wanted and it wouldn't bother him. Nyx hums a little at the command but he obeys, ducking his head forward.
He has to play a little, running his tongue along the underside of Ignis' half hard cock, tongue flicking against the head, the telltale twinkle in his eyes letting Ignis know he knows exactly how he's misbehaving. But before correction is needed he's quick to open his mouth and let Ignis' cock slide against his tongue.
He takes him down to the root - he might not be fully hard but Nyx enjoys doing this, hollowing his cheeks and sucking softly until the dick in his mouth becomes fully hard. He only pulls back to tease again, tongue curling against the underside of Ignis' cockhead even as he lets him rest against his lips. ]
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he watches, fascinated, as nyx takes him into his hot, wet mouth. he'd almost forgotten how talented nyx is at sucking cock, how he enjoys doing this with him -- that look in his eyes, the way his lips stretch around his firth is visually arresting. his hand comes to curl in his hair, cradling the back of his head but he doesn't draw him onward.
no, he wants nyx to do all this out of his own volition, and he issues an approving, quiet moan when he feels him suck him off. ] I didn't tell you to stop.
[ this time, however, he pushes himself in, slowly but firmly fucking his mouth in long, deep thrusts. ]
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Although Ignis isn't passive enough to just let him have his fun. No, he reminds him he didn't tell him to stop, and pushes into his mouth. Nyx is quick to let him glide over his tongue, leaning forward when Ignis presses in, and pulling back a little when he pulls back.
He lets his eyes skim up Ignis' body - he's still fully dressed, which makes him look good, but it's also a damn shame - and hums gently as he tilts his head, moving to take Ignis down his throat again. Spit gathers in the corner of his mouth as he swallows around him, but Nyx makes no move to pull back, breathing harshly through his nose. ]
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