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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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The heat under his skin was growing more unbearable, but it wasn't from his proximity to Gladio. No, the heat was all his own, making his nerves sizzle and his skin tighten as if some great beast was stretching under it. When his nails dug into Gladio's shoulders, the damn near rend the heavy material of Gladio's uniform coat but there was no apology from Ignis. Not when he was so clearly lost in the scent and feel of Gladio so close to him.

How could he have missed that rich scent of his before? Oh, he knew Gladio's smell intimately, but this... oh, this was different. Smell and scent had a distinct difference and until now, Ignis hadn't really noticed. Now, he did. Gladio smelled like wood smoke and musk, like the leather he always wore and sun warmed fur. Ignis wanted to roll around in that scent until it seeped into his own skin, wrap it around him like a warm fur....

There was an absent nod from Ignis as he finally realized that Gladio was talking to him, his voice as reassuring as his words.

"Please. Help me."

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Gladio allows his were instincts to take over, purring soothing things into his lover's ear, only letting go tear his jacket the rest of the way off. He sets it beside the other and dives in to kiss him, hard but slow and full of passion, of everything he needs to keep his attention on him.

"Mine." He growls low, and his hips rock down against Ignis'own, a little inappropriately hard for the situation. "I'll take good care of you Iggy, always."

Each kiss promises more and more ofnsuch, as Gladio's hands practically rip whatever clothes were left on the man.

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There was no protest at the sound of ripping cloth. Usually, that would've earned Gladio a sharp look or a chiding comment or two, but Ignis just shifted, trying to get free of the newly rent fabric. His newly bared skin was coarser than usual, a light thatch of what looked like ash gray fur starting to show itself.

He hadn't noticed, though. The changed were already underway and Ignis had no clue yet. Not when his attention was so clearly captivated by Gladio. The feel of lips against his kept his mind away from the heat starting to surge under his skin, the ache of his fingers where claws were starting to settle into place. Moments later and he was growling into yet another kiss, lifting up to meet Gladio's lips with his own, demanding and wanting.

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Pulling away his clothes confirms what Gladio had already known, perhaps seemed drawn to. Ignis was a were, though only time would tell of what Clan. That did not matter to hin though, because the only pack his lover would ever need would be his, Gladio would make sure of it.

Ignis' demands are met with yeses, giving hin what he wants. Gladio is rough in shoving his hand down what was left of the man's pants, bur even as his hand grasps his cock to stroke he is lost in the heat of this moment. He has never felt anything like this before, and he tears ar his own clothes, too restricting and hot, to do his best to meet him, join him skin to skin.

"Ignis-"

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Each second under Gladio's hands melted away the more human side of Ignis. The hand around his cock left him rumbling his approval, lips curling back from pointed teeth in a fierce smile even as he tipped his head back, sucking a quick breath into burning lungs. There wasn't a part of him that didn't feel hot now, the heat a living thing surging under his skin.

Slowly, he drew his clawed hands over Gladio's shoulders, leaving welts in their wake. For a moment, Ignis wanted to dig them in deeper, draw blood to see just what Gladio tasted like, but the sound of his name pulled his attention back to the moment, his vibrant eyes locked on Gladio's after a moment of searching.

"My mate-"

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He cant help but growl as those nails drag through his skin. Its a good kind, of enjoying the pain Ignis gives over top of pleasure, and hearing those words from him...

Once he is able to free his cock, he ground his hips down Into ignis' own, hand wrapping around the two of them. He jerks them off with an artless pace, just hard and fast to get them there, to make it through.

"Come home to me, my mate." He pants to Ignis, coaxing him through his change, his own body shifting to meet him there, a visual and physical coaxing so that he stopped holding on. Not that he could, not wirh Gladio's tongue tangled with his own when he comes back to kiss him, not wanting to be apart for more than a moment.

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A moment later and heat washed over him. It wasn't the heat of climax, but it was similar enough to leave Ignis breathless as he let it rush through him. Another flash of heat and his skin felt like it split asunder. It was painful and for a long moment, not in the good way he enjoyed. Claws dug into Gladio's chest as he clung to him, his voice rising in a pained cry just as his hips pushed up into Gladio's broad hand and the next cry was one of completion.

It was the quickest he'd come since he'd first started seeing Gladio. There should be shame in that, but at the moment, his mind was still reeling from the fading pain wracking his body.

A few moments longer and Ignis was there, still lithe limbed and pale, but the sheen of his new fur couldn't be denied. It shone in the dim light of the moon, silver and copper and when he looked to Gladio again, his eyes were hazy and vaguely confused.

"... what-"

His voice died off at that, clearly unused to the new timbre.

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Ignis writhes underneath him, in pain and pleasure and needy. Gladio never lets him go, even when he snarls as his back is torn at, lycan form emerging from him to start the healing right away. He presses his face to Ignis' cheek as his mate trembles in the strange feeling of part pleasure, part all of his new senses coming in.

He doesnt say much, instead presses his weight down against the man. Ignis' scent has burst through him in levels he has never had bedore, and Gladio can almost taste it. But his weight is warm and comforting, a promise to protect him as only his mate can do.

"It's okay, Ignis. Your body's changed, but you are still you." At his core, he means. Instincts can be rough sometimes, Gladio would very much know.

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Everything seemed sharper then. Gladio's scent was so rich that it was almost too much now, and when he settled himself heavy on Ignis, the heat was distracting. Shaking hands pulled away from Gladio's skin as a slow realization settle over the adviser. This time, there was a hint of dismay and panic in his gaze.

"This... it can't be. It can't."

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One large paw like hand comes up to the side of his face, Gladio soothing the man as much as he can. Gentle even with the bright eyes of something inhuman looking back at him.

"It's... I don't know, Iggy. But you're safe, and you're with me. I won't let anybody change anything because of it, and I know you, it won't change your duty either.

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It was so hard to stay agitated when Gladio had it in mind to ease his mood. By now, Ignis was so used to the simple ways Gladio managed to keep him on an even keel and now was no different. The gentle hand cupping his cheek gave the barely held back chatter pause even as he absently leaned into the contact, soaking up whatever comfort he could from it.

"Weres are only from noble houses and I'm anything but. Regis could have me expelled from Court for this and to think what that'll do to Noct... They'll never let this go."

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"He would never, Iggy. You know that."

A low growl escapes him, but he stops, resting his chin on his lover's chest. They both know Regis adores him and has since he came to be with Noctis. He would never pull Ignis away from the prince.

And yet that doesnt help, at least not right now. He takes a deep breath in, and as usual, doesnt think too much about what to say, just says it.

"Besides, you're my mate, aren't you? It's only a matter of time until youre a member of House Amicitia, Iggy. The council could complain all they like, but thats been obvious for years. No matter where you're bloodline came from, it doesn't matter."

Not because of Gladio, speifically, but because all of the Amicitias would back him up.

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That low growl snapped him out of the dark little train of thought he was currently entertaining. Huffing under his breath, he dropped his gaze to Gladio's face, not realizing that he was rumbling under his breath while he listened to Gladio.

"... I don't even know how weres go about cementing permanent relationships. There isn't really a lot of information about clans work."

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And well... Gladio doesnt really know how it works either. He has an idea, knows that at some point he or iris will have to continue the clan- But there are more important things.

"I love you Iggy, and I know you believe that, youve heard me say it a hundred times. Thats all it takes for me, even if you had asked me about it a week ago before all this."

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There was never any doubt. Ignis knew, down into his bones, that Gladio loved him. Ignis had loved him for years, even before he realized it, back when they were young. Sighing, he reached up and carded a clawed hand through Gladio's shaggy hair before tipping his head back and letting his eyes slide closed. It was easier to think then, though the wash of fresh, intense scents around him made even that difficult.

"... how do I look like this?"

It was no secret that Ignis was fastidious about his appearance. Even sparring, he did his best to remain as composed as possible. Some might whisper that he was vain but it wasn't a case of vanity. It was simply that for him, being clean and orderly was just how it was done.

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Gods. Gladio can't help but be thankful Ignis understood. That he said it in the way his mate could understand. Being a lycan didn't matter, the Night court didn't matter, only how much he cared about him. And, as friends and advisors, how they take care of Noctis.

"You're beautiful." He sighed out, tilting his head into the touch of his lover doggedly,and he leans in to kiss him, showing how to fit their forms together like this. "But I did make a mess of you. Are you ready to go inside?"

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The praise pulled a soft rumble from Ignis even as he met Gladio's kiss with a bit of effort. Kissing like this was different, but as always, Gladio seemed to be a patient teacher. When he pulled away, he was a little breathless, but there was still enough in him to absently nod at Gladio's question.

Getting up left him a little wobbly simply because his body had just gone through a lot, but it passed quickly enough, though don't think that he didn't reach for Gladio's hand and once he had it, he didn't let go.

"Is the first change always so... startling?"

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Seeing Ignis limp, Gladio wraps an arm around him, holding his lover close and up. He wants to keep him safe after all, and not freaked out. That was rough, bur Gladio would do it again for his mate.

"It is. Iris and I both had it bad- was painful and made us violent both. Luckily we showed signs early enough to be easily scruffed." He chuckles, and takes them both carefully to the bathroom.

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For Ignis, the change hadn't led to violence. It made him want to run. Deep down, the instinct was still there. It was sheer force of will and Gladio's presence that kept that at bay, but for how long, he had no clue. For now, he let himself be tucked close to his mate's side and let him guide them to the bathroom.

"Violent isn't what I... feel."

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"Mm, I noticed. Might of been easier if I just had to knock some sense into you. But I think..."

He lets Ignis settle in, looking at his shredded clothes and stripping himself of the last of it.

"We were suppose to have next weekend off, but I bet we can coordinate with the glaive and take it in the next few days instead. Just call it going camping outside the wall, nobody else needs to know until you are ready."

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While camping wasn't one of Ignis' favorite things to do, it did sound like a good idea. Fresh air, space and quiet were just what he wanted right then. His mind working, he turned his gaze to Gladio, watching him work the remains of his clothing off.

"His Majesty and Noctis have to know as soon as possible. I... figure you should tell your father as well."

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Thankfully he has more than one uniform. Gladio tosses it all in one heap to pick up later before he wraps his arms around his mate, trying to comfort him the best he can.

"They do need to, but you're probaply pretty tried right now, right? Let's take a nap for a few hours- its going to take thst long get an audience with my dad and the King anyway."

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Gladio was right. He was tired, but as always, that never entered into the equation. There were things that needed doing and people that needed talking to and-

He cut off that train of thought with a muffled sigh that almost shifted into a yawn.

"... while I might be tired, there are still things that need doing. I really should take care of them, especially if we're going to be taking time off sooner rather than later."

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Of course. Gladio smiles, as much as he can like this, and scoops up his love despite any protests. It is only a few steps from the bathroom to their bed, but all the same, Gladio won't let him go.

"Which can all be handled after we have a direction to go after the meeting. Right now you would tear your folders in half id you picked them up, babe."

He points out, though slowly is shifting back to human form himself. He has had years to control it, after all, and he picks up his phone once they settle on the bed.

"You let me take care of the setup, okay? You'll probaply go back to how you normally look if you let yourself rest. I promise not to leave the bed without telling you though, okay?"

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The protest came as a low growl, but there was no real heat behind it. Not when he knew Gladio was right, damn it. He wouldn't admit it for the moment, but after some rest, he likely would. Another low rumble of protest curled in the back of his throat but he shifted to settle himself in bed, watching Gladio the whole time.

"I'll try to sleep. Is that good enough?"

Something he'd learned long ago was that if Gladio strongarmed him into bed for something other than fun, then he likely wouldn't let him out until the bigger man felt Ignis had rested.