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It wasn't uncommon for Ignis to be out late at night. Between his work and keeping an eye on his charge, nights were definitely something he was used to, though most would say he was a creature better suited to the sunlight. Most of the time, he just offered those that dared say anything a cool stare and his back as he moved on past them. It wasn't really him being rude. He simply didn't have the time for such silliness. Not when there were always things to do.

On nicer nights, he would walk himself home from Noctis' and tonight was no different. The moon was close to being full, if not already full, and the night was pleasantly warm. The walk might be longer than most would like, but he enjoyed the chance to have some peace and quiet while mulling over the business of the day. Court politics could anger the calmest among them and the chance to think things through had left Ignis better able to handle such things.

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Home alone wasn't usually a concept that bothered Ignis too much. Sure, he always missed his mate when they couldn't curl up together but that was something temporary. Right then, being home alone sounded like torture. He craved Gladio's presence on a deep, primal level and being denied that would be something painful for the still newly changed were.

He pulled away slowly, as if forcing himself away from the big were. His desk was tidied up quickly, but even that was just barely and not up to his usual standards thanks to the simple fact that most of his attention was on his mate and not his paperwork that had ended up all over the place thanks to his earlier attempt to get close to Gladio as quickly as possible.

Being on the phone with Cor did not take long. Despite messing with the two younger Weres, the man had already made arrangements for them after visiting Ignis' office. Which Gladio was thankful for, even if the man did growl in annoyance at a couple of teasing shots thrown his way.

But once that was finished, he tucks an arm around Ignis' waist and and escorts him out of the office and to the elevator, protective of his mate, even more so when he knew everyone would be looking at him.

"I got you, Iggy." He murmmers, and glares at a human receptionist who had drifted too close, scaring them off.

Ignis' glare matched Gladio's, clearly not wanting anything to do with anyone other than his mate even as his grasp on his usual good sense started to slip. That was made even clearer when the elevator doors closed behind them and he plastered himself to Gladio, groaning softly against his chest while his hands sought out warm skin once again.

"It's getting hard to think. I feel like I'm burning up."

"We can make a den of our room when we get home, Iggy; You'll feel much better that way and I'll take good care of you the whole time."

After all, that was what a good mate did. Whatever Ignis needed or wanted was for Gladio to give him, especially as his heat drew on. Gladio has a feeling that he may get lucky and be clear headed this time, but sooner or later his instincts will consume him with just his want and need for Ignis.

With a low rumble the man wraps his arms around Ignis, pulling him into his chest to whisper into his ear.

"I'll give you what you need, my mate. When we get home, there's nothing that's gonna stop me from making you feel good."

Each word from Gladio seemed to stoke that heat higher until Ignis felt heady, his hands slowing down to idly skate along Gladio's abs. One slipped low, instinct driving him to push and push until he got what he wanted... needed and damn it all, why wasn't Gladio touching him yet?

The elevator was all but forgotten as Ignis clung to his mate, breath hot against his chest as he took in the way Gladio's scent curled and twisted in his chest. It made him want to purr and rub against the big were. It made him ache with want.

Astrals, the way Ignis looks at him, bright green eyes, flushed face and a wanting scent makes him want to hit the emergency stop button on the elevator and push his mate down onto his knees in front of him to push his cock between those gorgeous lips, screw any cameras that saw. It does little to help the way he was already stirring in his sweats before Ignis even has a hand down there, and Gladio is started out of his little fantasy by feeling that Gloved hand brush over his crotch.

He catches himself, and Ignis'wandering hand, bringing it up to kiss the man's wrist and then pressing gloved fingertips up to his shoulder, where the man had left his mark along a broad shoulder a few months ago.

"I'm all yours Ignis, always. Just a little longer."

He would've whined in frustration if Gladio hadn't already so neatly distracted him with a press of his lips against Ignis' wrist. Just that quick hint of skin to skin contact made Ignis' skin prickle and his breath catch. There was no hesitation when he felt his hand settled against Gladio's shoulder, fingers already stretching to glide along the mating mark he'd left on Gladio's skin months ago.

"... can't wait."

Gladio soothes as best he can through the rest of the elevator ride and walk down to the apartments. The two of them have been with the crown for so long that they have rather private accommodations, and that is just the way they both like it. The alpha were does his best to keep contact with Ignis the entire time, but finally does have to let him go to open the door of their apartment.

"Finally..." He sighs, and turns around to face his mate, sure that he would be on him right away. Gladio has little want to wait either. Kissing Ignis as soon as the man is in his arms and slamming the door shut behind them.

"You smell so good..."

There were no words from the usual very vocal Ignis. Words would be a waste of time. Instead, he did his best to wrap himself around his lover, clinging like a barnacle did to a ship. The kiss was returned with a graceless enthusiasm that was so unlike Ingis' usual self. In the back of his mind, he'd long since learned that the 'usual' Ignis wasn't something he had to keep up around Gladio. The adviser trusted Gladio so around him, he knew it was safe and a good thing to just let go.

Gladio can't help but groan into the kiss, hands rucking up the man's shirt, the usually neatly pressed is about to be ripped off of him by his lover.

With a heated kiss Gladio steps back, sweeping Ignis to their bed even as he toes his shoes off, tears at buttons on the man's shirt. He needs him and each low moan and growl communicates that to his lover, nearly tossing the slimmer man onto the bed as they get there.

Ignis didn't even blink an eye when he heard the quit pings of buttons hitting the floor, nor did he react other than quickly pulling the now ruined shirt away from his body. Usually, there'd be a chiding click of his tongue or a comment or two, but right then, Ignis appreciated Gladio's rapid action. As he hit the bed, he was reaching out, beckoning his lover to him, pupils swallowing his usual sage green eyes in black as deep as night.

He thought he'd known want before, but this was something completely different. It burned under his skin, a fever that only Gladio and time could quench. He wanted him in a way he never imagined he would, something bone deep and all consuming. Right then, his world had narrowed down to his mate and how he ached for him.

Ignis' heat is a pressure pushing them together, and right now Gladiolus wants nothing more to give in to it. In their home they are safe and the rest of the world does not matter. So as he climbs onto the bed into those reaching arms he soothes rough hands over skin, so glad to feel him after what seems like ages of just missing each other.

"Let's get these off of you." He purrs, reaching for a gloved hand and nipping at the tip of one of the fingers, a gentle bite so he can slide smooth leather off.

The timbre of Gladio's voice felt like velvet against his overheated skin and each touch seemed to stoke the fire in him a bit higher. A low moan of assent came as he watched the glove slowly slide from his hand and the moment it was freed, he moved to cup the side of Gladio's face, a moment of tenderness in the midst of his aching want.

"... it's too much. It hurts."

"Oh baby..."

The way Ignis looks at him. Voices his need and want makes Gladio want to give him everything he could ever want. As his mate that is what he is suppose to do, to take care of his needs in the ways that they understand each other.

"I've got you, okay? Lets get these off and get you ready for me."

After he gets the gloves off pants are next got the both of them, Gladio simply kicking his own off between hard and needy kisses as he yanks off Ignis'own. The sooner they were joined together the better, and they both do not want to wait any longer then nessesary.

There was no huff at the pile of clothes beside their bed. Not when the simple freedom of bare skin felt so good to Ignis. Bare skin meant Gladio could touch him and damn it, that was what he wanted. There was a small moment of clarity, a short shake of his head as if he were trying to clear away some of the fog that seemed to be clouding his better judgement.

"This.... how can you stand it? I can't think."

"I'm not in heat yet, but you're for damn sure gonna push me there when you smell like this, love."

But that doesn't quite answer his question, does it? Gladio reaches for the lube but presses the length of his body down against his mate, groaning as his cock grinds down against the man's fair skin. He swallows the lust flooding in his mouth and opens the cap of the bottle, spreading it onto his fingers.

"This part is hard, being so close but not close enough... Before you showed your were side all I could do was touch myself and miss you so damn much, wish you were there. But now I can make it right for us."

He nips over the mating mark on Ignis' skin before his slick fingers prod up against his mate, finding his entrance and slowing down to work him open for him.

" when I'm in you you're gonna want to never let me go; And I'm gonna be right here giving you what you need, Iggy "

Slow wasn't what he wanted, though. His body was clamoring for that closeness that Gladio was talking about which made him pointedly shift down, writhing against Gladio's knowing digits. The motion was demand and plea all rolled into one even as Ignis tipped his head, gasping his pleasure at the feel of teeth teasing at the scar Gladio had left on his neck.

"... can't wait."

His usually quite mate makes more and more noise asking for him, demanding of him. Gladio and he cannot help but comply. Trying to soothe with his touch, with his warm body over Ignis'own as he works him open. Gladio knows he is a big man all around and hurting Ignis is the last thing he wants to do to him.

He solves the problem by pulling one of his mate's hands down to his cock, letting him slick it with lube as he hurriedly pries his tight body open. Wonderful, amazing does so much for others that Anything he could want, his mate will give it to him.

"Almost there, Iggy..."

His knees settle between those strong thighs, pulling the other man's lower half into his lap so they can be as close together as possible.

"Guide me into you slow so I don't hurt you, and I can give you what you need."

Wrapping his fingers around Gladio's cock was a sufficient distraction that left Ignis sighing at just how hot that heavy flesh was in his hand. The digits spread for a moment, fingertips gliding along the slit before he settled them around him, his strokes a tease even as he helped to slick him up. There was an instinctive drive to push his mate, to drive him as crazy as he felt, to tug all the noise from him that he could.

When he felt Gladio move, tugging him close, he groaned his approval, legs spreading easily around Gladio's hips even as he let his eyes sink closed while he did as he'd been told.

It wasn't slow. It was more of that same draw, wanting his mate pressed deep to help ease the ache inside.

He hisses at how suddenly Ignis impaled himself onto his cock, despite his warnings. Gladio gets it, his heat must be awful with his mate so close to giving him what he wants, but he was worried about hurting him. Ignis is so noisy and needy and wrecked in a way that he usually only is after Gladio has pushed his line of pain and pleasure that even with how tight his mate is around him Gladio groans low against his warm skin. Curling his whole larger body over him.

"My mate...." He groans out, but does not stop. Ignis will not let him stop, and he rolls his hips to push himself all the way up into his lover, joined completely. He does not stay that way however. Because heat is all about the want and need for each other, and every motion of Ignis' body underneath him practically begs Gladio to fuck him.

So he does. Thrusts slow but hard into him, hissing out words of pleasure as he lets his instincts overtake his worry to give Ignis what he needs.

"I'm gonna fill you up so good, Iggy- I won't leave you wanting for even a moment anymore, I'm here now."

He'd talk filthy about breeding his mate full, but that might have to wait until he makes sure Ignis remembers that of course, Gladio cannot make good on that exact promise.

Oh, it hurt. Hurt more than he was used to and the burn pulled tears to his eyes, but there was a bone deep satisfaction in having his mate there, pressed deep and close enough that all Ignis could do was feel him. It was what his heat had strived for, what it had wanted all along. Each slow thrust made sparks dance along Ignis' nerves until he couldn't help but groan, his words stolen away.

The rational side of Ignis knew that little ones weren't something they'd ever have but in his addled, heat ridden state, hearing it might stir things up that would fade once the heat passed but it could be a strain until then.

For now Gladio can at least give him this, being so very close to him and soothing his heat with as much sex as he could need. Gladio groans and slide his hands up from Ignis' hips over his body, a thumb brushing over his nipple to tease while the other cradles the side of his face in a long, slow kiss.

"Iggy..." Gladio sighs against him, the tight heat of the man's body, panting softly with each thrust. "I'm all yours."

Maybe once his head cleared a bit, he could think. Maybe then he could show Gladio just how glad he was that the big were was there to help him. For now, there was gratitude written in the arch of his back during a particularly hard thrust, in the breathy way his lover's name escaped between heady kisses and in the grasp of clutching hands as he sought his pleasure as well as gave in to his body's demands.

Even if Ignis cannot vocalize what he needs, Gladio still is able to give it to him. As mates, as lovers, as someone who knows him so well Gladio can always give his what he needs, and what he needs right now is to be so close that they cannot even think of being apart. That he will give to him, that was his promise.

Gladio pants while he changes, letting his were side take over as the pace seems to hit where Ignis wants him to be. His whole body changes, heavier as he leans against his mate, fur as Ignis tangles his fingers through it. Even his cock inside of the other changes, thicker and pushing deeper into him with he slow swell of his knot starting so that they can be tied together.

Gladio's change triggered Ignis', soft ashy fur slowly coming in even as Ignis' fingers tangled in the thick, dark fur that Gladio sported. He was already far too close for comfort, his body strung out as instinct drove him to push and push until the first rush of a new heat was eased. Once he had a chance to find release, a bit of clarity would come to him while his body cooled down until he was ready for the next round.