fieryknowledge | To have and to hold, in case you get cold-

To have and to hold, in case you get cold-

Insomnia was white under the newly fallen snow. The soft blanket of white covered the still ruined parts of the city, lending it a peaceful air, but around the Citadel, life was teeming once again. The Citadel proper had been repaired and the buildings around it were well on their way as well. Once the people had heard the the Chosen King had won and returned to them, they started to flock back to the city, bringing life and joy with them, as well as calloused hands and the willingness to help rebuild.

For Ignis, it'd been difficult. For the first month, he'd hold his breath each night, watching until the sun rose again as if he expected it to just vanish. It wasn't that he didn't have faith in his beloved King. It was simply too many years spent in the dark. Too many memories better left in that same dark. Too much pain.

Now that there was life in the city again and he knew it was good and permanent and safe, he settled into a routine as was his nature. Up before dawn and while he'd claim it was still to do things for his liege, anyone that really knew him knew that he would be looking for the dawn, even a year later. Now was no different. He'd risen before the sun and once it was up, he'd gone about his day. Meetings with the council that he now headed in Noct's absence, or working on helping the rebuilding efforts with Cor and the like. Each night, he returned to his new rooms in the Citadel, looking to curl up in Gladio's arms and sleep, praying there would be no nightmares to plague them in their sleep.

Tonight, while the snow fell silent around the city, Ignis found himself getting back home earlier than expected. Everyone was in fine spirits thanks to the weather and once he realized that there would be no real work for any of them, he called off the late council meeting and made his way back home, sure that Gladio wouldn't be there for a while since he knew his love liked to train in the evening. That left him plenty of time to cook something nice for both of them instead of the quick meals he'd grown used to whipping up for the last few months.

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As far as Ignis was concerned, they deserved more than just happiness but right then, he had everything he needed and wanted. Gladio's arms were warm and firm around him, his voice a low, beloved burr in his ear and the safety and security that all their pain and suffering had bought them. All the years in the dark, waiting for their brother and liege to return, every single moment of fear was worth hearing those words.

He felt his face aching and realized that he was smiling like some lovestruck fool and really, he was. He'd been lovestruck since he was a much younger man, his heart captured by the big man pressed in so close behind him.

"I thought you'd never ask. Iris is going to be disappointed that she wasn't here to witness it."

" 'M sorry I took so long. You know I'm slow on the uptake sometimes." Not knowing Ignis had harbored a crush back when they were young, but those days are thought of fondly now. Because they figured it out, made it through the worst of the worst, and have a sense of love and security in each other that even a blossoming Kingdom can't provide.

Gladio smiles just as much, nuzzling into the other man,coaxing him up for a kiss. Dinner is still being made so he can't sweep him up into their bedroom, but there will be plenty of time for that once they manage to eat. If they manage more than a few bites.

"More like she'll be mad I was so unromantic about the whole thing. I might have to receeate it with a ring so she can squeal over it." He teases with a laugh, eyes warm and only for Ignis in this moment, despite talking about his sister.

It wouldn't take much coaxing to get Ignis lifting his face into that kiss. It was met with a pleased murmur and he idly thought about turning around and setting the stew on low so it could take its time finishing up while he let his new fiance debauch him. It really wasn't responsible and he knew he shouldn't, though.

It was tempting, though. Very tempting.

"You don't have a ring? Perhaps I should reconsider."

There was no missing the tease in his voice, nor the smile on his face that seemed to just be stuck in place.

Gods Ignis is beautiful like this of smiling so much that even his eyes seemed to glow wilrh his love. Gladio doesn't want to let him go, debates ruining their dinner fornthe third time in as many minutes to wisk his newly minted Fiance off out of the kitchen.

"Actually, I've been working on that." He admits, and pulls back and away from him to pad to the bedroom. "You know im no good at secrets, I havent had them for very long."

When he comes back the box is in hand, and he thinks about just handing it over, but changes his mind and instead opens it up, slipping the ring off to put on Ignis hand himself.

For a moment, Ignis had been worried when Gladio pulled away. He had no idea why, but when he saw him coming back, that little box in hand, he felt his breath catch. For all his teasing, it seemed like he'd underestimated his lover. It was clear that Gladio hadn't just been thinking about proposing... he'd been planning it.

There was a soft sigh of Gladio's name as he looked down, the ring shining where it was held between Gladio's fingers and before he could think to move, his hand was up as if drawn to the other man.

"... how long have you been planning this?"

Astrals, this was... maybe not the way romance novels do it, or any of the fun lovely stories, but damn it , it was theirs. Gladio has Ignis and he wants him now and forever. He knew that already, even before the long night, and even did iris makes fun of him for accidently ruining his own proposal plans, he has what he wants in the end.

"...The rings took about four weeks to make. I just got them today. He admits, and kisses the top of his lover's hand reverently before slipping it onto him. But he has says rings plural, hasn't he? Once done with Ignis, he pulls a second larger one out of the box, make for his own more thicker fingers. "I wanted them both to fit us and our lives, so you don't have to worry about them breaking or becoming a problem in a fight."

Yes he went all the way for the strongest stuff. That mountain turtle wouldn't miss any of it while he was sleeping after all, right?

Ignis had read his share of romance novels (but would never admit it and if caught, would blame Gladio for influencing him), but he'd long ago decided that not only were they unrealistic, they weren't meant for people like himself and Gladio. Their grand romance had been played out over the span of decades of friendship and trust and hardship and if given a choice, he wouldn't change a damned thing... not even the pain they'd endured.

Gladio's forethought pulled a warm smile to Ignis' face. It was clear that his lover had given this a lot of thought and he was charmed to see it. A moment later, he noticed the ring meant for Gladio's hand and reached for it, wanting to take a closer look at the craftsmanship only to be stilled by the chirping of his phone.

Damn it-

The smile went a little brittle around the edges as the phone trilled on and it was clear that Ignis was torn. He knew he should answer it, but it wasn't the right time... but what if it was-

With a sigh, the smile faded back into his public face, all calm and even as he stepped back, shooting Gladio an apologetic glance before mouthing an apology to him even as he moved to accept the call. It was Cor, so it had to be important, right?

Gladio is near giddy with happiness, waiting to see how Ignis liked the rings. Of course he know the other man's taste and had kept them mostly low profile, but the little bit of flair to them was theirs and for them alone. Over the years from their teenage hormones to their vast unbreakable love now had lead them to this moment, and it was really only now that it was hitting him that officially, in front of their friends and the world, they would absolutely become one.

Okay, so there went hisromance novel addicted mind a bit, but it all comes crashing to a halt as Ignis phone went off. Gladio pauses and his eyes flick to the counter on which it lay, seeing Cor's name pop up. Ignis is looking at him imploring apologies and he just shakes his head to let him know it was fine. This was okay, he hasn't exactly told anyone that tonight was going to be special for them after all, right?

Instead he turns and works on finishing the soup off so it is one less thing Ignis has to do. It is nearly ready and he tries to take his mind off things by reading down to the end of the little black recipe notebook and following the instructions, ladeling them out the food and taking it to the table before heading into their wine stash to select something. One glass won't hurt even though they have to be up early, not on a special occasion like this.

So he sets himself busy. And waits, and waits more impatiently. Sneaking glances at the other to see what the problem was.

If it was a sign that Ignis wasn't paying attention to Gladio in 'his' kitchen, he actually padded off a little, his voice low as he conversed with Cor. It was both a sign of trust that Gladio knew enough around the kitchen to figure things out as well as simply Ignis getting absorbed into work.. yet again. Rebuilding the world for the good of everyone was tiring and thankless and never ending, but work like that was something Ignis had done for years. He'd say he was used to it, but in truth, it wore him out quicker now than ever before.

He'd never admit it, though.

Three minutes into the conversation and he had his fingers up, dislodging his glasses so he could pinch the bridge of his nose in clear frustration. Cor was just as stubborn as he was and damn it, hadn't they already discussed this earlier in a meeting? Did the marshal not take notes??

"I told you, that isn't possible yet. That won't be a workable solution for another six- no. Three months isn't long enough..."

It isn't sounding good, and Gladio frowns as he picks his head up and listens to the conversation, a frown on his face as he watches Ignis start to get irritated.

Well, that isn't good. Cor is stubborn but usually he and Ignis agree. Gladio gets up from the table and makes his way over, his usual tactic of wrapping and arm around Ignis redeployed as he steps behind the other, pulling him in close. Over the phones least he can provide that kind of comfort, and he stays quiet for a few minutes more to let the conversation take it's course.

But it doesn't seem to go anywhere, and Ignis is more tense in his arms than ever. Gladio hasn't made any noise but his frown is evident, and he taps Ignis on the wrist before finally choosing to take control of the situation, plucking the phone from the other and moving his thumb to speaker so he can be heard.

"This isn't the time you two, not with the ambassador here tonight when you should be watching both him and the king. You can figure this out in the morning, got it?"

He doesn't rely wait for an answer, knowing he will pay for it later, and ends the call on Ignis' phone.

Gladio's presence was soothing, but Cor was ruthless once he had his mind set on something. Even standing there, wrapped in Gladio's embrace, wasn't enough to settle himself as the conversation drew out even longer. He should've expected the tap on the wrist, telling him that enough was enough, but there was still a noise of protest when Gladio pulled the phone away from him.

He didn't get a word in edgewise before Gladio had straight up told the Marshal off and when he heard the soft beep from his phone that told him the call was disconnected, he twisted just enough to shoot Gladio a less than pleased look.

"That was important."

"Keeping an eye on Noctis is important. that-" He waves a hand, indicating bullshit- "can be dealt with like it normally is."

Gladio rarely exerts any control over Ignis like that- he'll, Ignis would verbally (and physically) smack him down if he even thought of trying. They only have the evening together, a normal regular evening and not one with a late morning on the other side of it, and he wasn't going to let it end up with Ignis tangled in knots over work.

Although he may already be a bit late to that.

"Trust me on this one, okay? You need to eat, we need to celebrate, and we still gotta call iris and tell her the good news." The last part said with more of a smile, as if coaxing his lover into it.

"Yes, with hours of meetings now that Cor has a bug up his-"

At least Ignis had the grace to cut his words off before he could completely start on a real tirade. He muffled a sigh behind tense lips, his breath ghosting from his nose before he finally let himself lean back against Gladio. He was still tense, though and from the feel of it, that tension wasn't going away any time soon.

"... alright, but I'll need to get back to work once we're done eating. Cor wanted a resolution to the refugee issue that we've been going over and while I had some ideas, I need to rework them if I'm going to get them workable in three months..."

There was hesitation there, clearly pointing out that work was the last thing Ignis wanted to be doing, but as always, he was driven by an insane work ethic as well as sense of duty.

No, this wasn't turning out well at all. Gladio frowns a little, taking a slow steadying breath- Is this really how he wants Ignis to remember such an important day?

No, that's the answer. Gladio let the rest of the world have him every other time, but this, this was special. His mouth finds the shell of Ignis ear, voice a low and quiet rumble when he speaks, free arm coming up and his gloved hand catching Ignis chin between his fingers, requesting- no, demanding his attention.

"Wasn't a suggestion, Iggy. Cor's a big boy, if he wants a revised plan, he'll find an expert to look it over, but not even then till morning."

There was a flicker of protest in Ignis until he felt those fingers settle on his chin. Gladio's voice rolled through him almost like a shiver and he found himself slowly easing up as he gradually let himself relax, knowing Gladio would be there to keep up him upright. He knew that touch for what it was and almost wanted to weep in gratitude when he felt it. It was the chance to let himself go if he wanted to and honestly... knowing Gladio, even if he didn't.

In years past, Gladio had always seemed to know when Ignis needed that. It was part of why he loved him. He knew he could trust him enough to give himself over to the big man as he'd long ago given him his soul.

"... as you wish."

The words were soft, barely there, but clearly showing that Ignis welcomed what Gladio was offering.

Ignis immediately starts to go pliant under his hold and Gladio is ready, holding just a little tighter at the waist to keep his lover there with him. With how easily he gives in its obvious he needed this, had let up the stress of taking care of everyone around him build and build, leaving nothing left for himself.

Poor Ignis. Gladio had knowing he was selfless even when they were small. When they grew closer and started becoming intimate it had been a problem, Ignis never letting himself fully enjoy until Gladio had cracked his code. It was rare he needed to pull this card as hard as he has now, but Gladio is glad he has.

"Thank you, love. We're gonna change plans just a little- Eat now, call Iris while we clean up, and then we are gonna blow off some steam, okay?"

The kiss he presses is to the back of his neck before he lets his lover go, not denying Ignis any hug or soft intimacy if he wants it- but the rest is better saved for being in the bedroom. For now, he just guides them back where their food is still waiting.

That was something Ignis had a nasty habit of doing. He gave and gave until he had nothing left to give and when he started to wear thin, he had a habit of taking it out on himself. He'd done it for as long as he could remember and while some saw it as the thing that made him indispensable to the King, even Noctis knew how destructive it could be if left unchecked. Hells, if Noctis knew that Ignis was already to this point, he might even order a day off just to get the adviser to rest up.

That was why Ignis rarely told him that he was worn out.

The kiss to the back of his neck pulled another soft sigh from him, but there was faint relief on his face when he moved to settle at the table to eat.

"I'll take care of cleaning up while you talk to Iris. I'm not sure I can handle the squealing that I expect to happen."

Gladio, sure he made the right choice in intervening now, settles comfortably down to eat, Ignis food amazing as always. It isn't exactly too late in the day, the evening very dark because it was the winter months, but that was fine for their needs tonight, really. Once he wore Ignis out, they could clean up and rest early.

He laughs a little at the mention of his sister, and sips at his wine before answering. "I'm sure she'll have told everyone that she will be the one to walk me down the aisle by the time we get in tomorrow, so I can take the hit now." And well, the cat will just be out of the bag , but Ignis will be in a much better mood to deal with it.

"I'll prepare myself for the barrage of well wishes since we both know she won't be able to keep this on a need to know basis."

There was still a fine tension in Ignis, but each moment spent not thinking too hard on subjects best left alone for the evening seemed to ease Ignis' mood. Hopefully the morning will bring a well adjusted Ignis, ready to face his usual challenges without snapping at anyone he shouldn't.

Dinner passed quietly and quickly, even when Ignis' phone went off again. There was just a second of hesitation as the infernal device chimed, green eyes flicking up to settle on it before he just... let it go. There was no move to grab for it, no lingering glances back at it. Just... a denial to allow the device to control him for the evening. Not when there was someone else there that would prove to be better at it.

"Go ahead and call her if you like. I'll get the leftovers put up and dishes soaking."

Gladio only looks at the phone to make sure it isn't Noctis or an emergency alert, and when he finds that it isn't- It isn't even Cor again- He settles back in to eat. Ignis has to make his choice and Gladio is glad to see that already he is having a positive effect on the other as he lets it go, and with a brief smile he takes Ignis' hand for a moment, thumb tracing the new ring there as a sign of comfort and promise.

When dinner was finished, Gladio stretches, happily full. His cock gives a little twinge at hearing Ignis a little eager to go along with his plans, and he smiles happily at his lover and helps bring his plate to the kitchen as one last small sign of affection, following right after him.

"Sure thing babe. If you finish before me, everything off below the waist, okay? Then wait for me on the bed."

Wait, in this context, is a little less easygoing. With a soft order like that it is pretty clear Gladio's definition of wait is to assume a position of waiting, his lover on his knees spread wide at the edge of the bed, feet nearly dangling off the edge. Meant to keep him anticipating, through Gladio would never start laying into him without checking in on his mental state first.

Because Ignis has put that In his hands right now. Phone call starting, he leaves for the balcony, cold air rushing in but worth it to take the call thst might set off Ignis' still-shot nerves privately.

The order made Ignis' stomach twist in odd ways. There was anticipation there, a hint of what was to come thanks to the conditions laid out in that order, but there was a faint undercurrent of fear. It wasn't something that he ever spoke of with Gladio simply because that was a failure all his own. Ignis worked himself to the bone in service to others, but even now, with years of experience under his belt, there were moments he felt as if he wasn't enough. Inadequate. That one day, Gladio would see that. Sure, his rational mind knew better and he really owed Gladio more than that kind of thinking, but again, that failing was his and his alone.

He watched as Gladio made his way to the balcony and silently mused to himself that if he knew Iris, he'd have plenty of time to actually finish the dishes and not just wash them. Sure enough, he did. Once he had them drying, he made his way to the bedroom and did as he'd been told, deft fingers undoing and stripping away anything below his waist. Once he was done, he gave himself a quick once over, then pulled his glasses off and settled them on the large dresser he shared with Gladio and settled himself into position.

He knew how Gladio had wanted him. Years together had taught him such things. Gladio would find him on his knees at the edge of the bed, his toes hanging off the edge and the loose, faintly wrinkled shirt tail draped over his newly bared skin.

His sister's happy yammering ("It took you guys FOREVER!") Only serves to make Gladio laugh, smile back on his face as she describes how hilariously disgruntled Cor had been about Gladio hanging up on him, The Marshal offering begrudging (Only for the slight, not the occasion) congratulations to the both of them from the background. It takes a good ten minutes to get off the phone, citing that he can't keep his Fiance waiting before he is able to go. Iris informs him that they will certainly be celebrating after the formal dinner tommrow.

Gods does this feel good. When Gladio walks in he can't help but feel his heart bursting with happiness, and he settles next to the other on the bed, one hand going through Ignis hair as he leans in to kiss him, cold skin already warming back up.

"She's so damn excited for us, Iggy." He says, love in his eyes even as he undoes his boots, settling in a little more comfortable, trying to make the scene comfortable as well, because that was the only way Ignis can be in the state of mind Gladio wants him in. This isn't a punishment, it never is, just a way to make him let go of everything he needs to.

"And so am I. I know it won't change much, but it's what we need." Gladio has his love, deeply and immeasurable, but this just feels like the smallest last step to go with it.

Still smiling, he trails his hand down his lover's back, gently stroking over his spine, all the way down to his tailbone. Ready to focus on this now. "Let's keep your color green, okay Ignis? You tell me if it changes." As usual, yellow if it starts to get too much and they need to readjust, or red if Gladio needs to stop on a dime. It's the easiest way for this to go, because sometimes Gladio is just moving too fast, and Ignis can warn him without having to pull the plug.

He couldn't help but shoot him a sidelong glance, a faint smile teasing at his lips. Oh, he expected Iris to be thrilled and if he knew her, he knew that Gladio would be in for a world of hurt once she got her hand into helping plan things. It could be a disaster but in the end, it would be just right for them. Just wait until Noctis found out. They could conspire about wedding plans together.

The glide of a warm hand along his back made that smile inch up a bit more as he nodded his agreement, absently leaning into that touch. Not many knew it, but the adviser enjoyed physical contact and craved it from those he loved and trusted, Iris, Prompto and Noctis included much to the King's chagrin at times.

"I will."

Settling them both in, Gladio looks his lover over, feeling him arch into the touch of his hand looking for contact. Instead of taking it away he continues to give it, even as he finally stands up off the bed, indicating that he was nearly ready to take Ignis mind apart and put the King's advisor back together again, all his stress released.

"You just tell me if it changes, babe." He murmmrrs, slow and warm as he finally gets into the right mindset himself, ignoring the growing feeling of arousal and the thought of anything outside this room to put him there.

"I'm gonna take everything off you, piece by piece, button by button. Give your pretty little ass a lovetap for each one." His voice is soothing and low again, loving and warm both, even while telling him, not asking if it was okay. He knew it was what Ignis needed. "By the end of it you'll be hard and needy for me just the way I like, and I'll give you what you crave the most then."

Gladio leans in, pressing a kiss to the top of Ignis head as his hand finally stops to caress the firm flesh of his ass. Caress, then pull back, and after he reaches around to undo the top button on that high collar, he brings it back down on him with an open handed smack.

The leather of his glove turns the noise into a loud, satisfying crack.

Hearing Gladio's plan for him made Ignis ache, the catch in his breath a clear sign of just how eager he was to be taken apart. It was all too easy to let his eyes close as he tried to sink back into that headspace that he knew would bring him a modicum of peace. It was never easy to let himself go, even if he knew that Gladio was there to keep him safe so when that first strike came, he answered with a sharp hiss and newly tensed muscles as his nerves prickled up with protest.

There was no move to shift away from that stinging contact, though. Not when he knew that it was what he needed.

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