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Ten years.

It'd been ten long years. Ten years in the dark, fighting back to keep their world safe. Countries had long since ceased to matter in the Long Night. They'd all changed in those years, but none as much as the man that had finally returned. The King that had finally returned.

When Ignis heard the news, he couldn't believe it. Oh, there was never any doubt that his liege would return, but it'd been so long. So long since he'd seen that precious face. The determination in his voice as he called on the Crystal and the kings of old was something that Ignis could still recall with perfect clarity even if he couldn't quite remember what he looked like in that moment. Right then, he'd been ready to die, all to keep Noctis from the fate that he'd been shown. He could still remember the raw pain in Gladio's voice and the tears in Prompto's. That was when he knew that he couldn't leave his brothers.

He couldn't leave him.

Seeing Noctis again had been a bit of a shock. He was a man grown now and the first thing Ignis found himself thinking was just how stunning his eyes were, closely followed by the simple fact that Noctis needed a shave. Instead of letting his mind linger on either of those, he simply welcomed him back, a small smile gracing his still scarred lips.

Things happened quickly then. A plan was made now that they knew their target and had the means to fight him. It was like old times, that night. A roaring fire and a carefully prepared meal. Conversation around the fire, met with small smiles and vaguely hollow eyes to catch the flickering light and each word out of Noctis' mouth made Ignis' chest ache. He knew what the next day would bring. He'd seen it in his nightmares for years now, but he'd never shared that vision with anyone. He couldn't bear to do so. Not when it would break their hearts just like it'd broken his.

When dinner was a pleasant memory, Gladio caught Ignis' gaze, shooting him a half-smile as he canted his head toward their oldest friend before he stood up and excused himself with a half-hearted claim that he was tired, only to end up dragging Prompto along with him. Ignis watched them duck into the tent with a soft chuckle and a shake of his head.

"Well, it seems like it's just the two of us now."

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Noctis was offering all of himself to Ignis, in small payment to the fact that Ignis had given all of himself for nearly all of his life to his liege. It was so much more than that, though. It was brotherhood, friendship, love, the latter more than anything else. He loved them all, his reasons to do all of this, to offer up his life.

He leaned into that touch, eyes closed and fighting down the urge to groan as this dream felt like reality. How many times had he dreamed about something so similar to this? It was hard, very hard, not to believe this was another dream caught up in the endless, slow swirl of light. Ignis kissing him, the touch of their lips, the tiny catch of the scar at Ignis' lips, the taste of it. The feeling of his hair tickling his fingertips. It was so easy, so much easy than he would have dreamed, to climb into Ignis' lap and straddle him.

There was a flicker of relief in the back of Ignis' mind that the camp chairs were sturdy enough for Gladio, which meant that it would be sturdy enough to bear both of them. There was an amused rumble from Ignis even as he shifted his grip, fingers spreading along Noct's neck into an almost possessive grasp. The kiss changed as well, from coaxing to eager, a groan of approval rolling in the back of Ignis' throat even as he pulled back just enough to nip at Noct's lower lip before diving right back in for more.

If they just had tonight, then Ignis planned to taste and touch all that he could. His free hand dropped down, deft fingers mapping out the stays on Noct's clothing. Years ago, he could've managed to disrobe him blindfolded after years of helping his sleepy prince change when the younger man was already out like a light or too tired to care about not sleeping in his 'good clothes'. Now, he was sorely out of practice, but his fingers were eager to touch warm skin, to test and see if this was just some cruel dream.

Gladio couldn't help that he was a big guy. He had proper chairs brought along so that he could flop into one at the end of a long, exhausting day and not worry about breaking the damn thing. At least it meant that it could support the two of them fooling around ten years later. Something Noctis was grateful for right now as the sound from Ignis felt like fingers running down his spine, making him echo the groan quietly. He shifted, helping Ignis to work him out of his clothing, before he started to do the same. There was no familiarity at all, so it was an effort to pull and feel and figure out the outfit so that he might get at more skin beneath.

He'd never had his chance, and now, with fuel added to a fire he had never knowledged before, it felt like an inferno was growing under his skin and threatened to devour him. Maybe he wanted it to, wanted Ignis to. His fingers finally managed to get to the fabric beneath the jacket and he pressed his palm to the heat of it, realizing, perhaps, this really was real. This might actually be happening, the first time it wasn't some deranged method to get him to agree to his destiny but actually happening...

"Ignis." A hungry whisper.

That voice. Oh, the way his name sounded, whispered out like he was something so wanted... Ignis couldn't resist diving in again, his lips stealing away that sound and replacing it was a low groan that was approval as well as something chiding. Each second that ticked by told him that his king really was there, his skin warm under his seeking fingers, but ten years of waiting had left him wondering the how and why of it all.

Why now? Why not sooner? Why had it taken this damned long for him to be able to tell Noct how he felt?

Duty. It was just that simple.

He pulled back from those tempting lips with a sigh, his hands reluctant to leave Noct's skin but they did. He worked to help Noctis find more points of contact, quiet murmurs encouraging skin to skin with each inch of pale flesh bared to the night air.

"Tell me how you want me. I'm yours."

What did he ever want but approval? Approval from his father, approval from Gladio, approval from Ignis? Maybe not Prompto, who so badly wanted approval from him, but hearing it now from Ignis was like a shot of heat running through him instead of pride. His touch was bringing this out of the normally stoic man and he wanted more of it, feeling greedy and guilty and wanting and needing and it was almost all too much to handle all at once, bubbling like rising lava beneath his skin. Maybe after so long trapped in that endless domain, new, real emotions alone are overwhelming.

Then Ignis asked for him to talk dirty to him. Hells. All the things he never would have expected to happen except in the depths of his most hidden dreams. Noctis pulled back enough to suck air into tight lungs, licking his lips as Ignis, thank the Six, started helping him out. All he wanted was more contact, more revealed to his eyes, what he hadn't seen in a decade. For Ignis... his King had become a man, with a man's build finally settled in, one that would never have the fullness of his father but was built on strong, lanky muscle.

"You've always been mine." For a moment, Noctis didn't even recognize his own voice in the depths of that tone. That hunger-need-desire. "I want-" How? How was he supposed to pick from every secret thing he had ever dreamed of doing with Ignis?

"I want to go into tomorrow marked by you." Swallow, continue, almost brazen in his words now. "Nails, teeth, everything. I don't plan on explaining why I have a limp." A slight quirk of his lips, amusement layered in heat.