coeurdefeu | For Nocts

[That's because he's been spending a lot of time thinking about this. About Ignis, about the situations that can come up if and when he eventually confesses (because, to be honest, he knew he would crack one day- alcohol or no). He sighs, rubbing back of his neck.]

I know you were. And you weren't selfish at all. You were just doing what you were told to do. [The Council doesn't really care what Ignis might feel.]

If anyone was being selfish it was I. Just, going day after day wishing I wasn't- [ a prince, a duty,] - wishing I was normal. So that I could just confess to you instead of just keeping silent for so long. It felt as if I was lying to you. And that felt wrong.

[Ignis is hit with a very powerful memory, the day that he and Noctis were introduced, the king putting his son's heart and soul and life in Ignis' hands. What had been a childish infatuation had blossomed into something so much more enduring and complicated. It's why he got so ratty whenever Noct or Prompto called him 'mom.']

Well. That's almost a perfect mirror image of what I wanted to say to you. I kept wishing that I didn't have these duties, these responsibilities. I kept wishing we'd met....later. If that makes any sense. Then this might be easier. I never meant to lie to you either, and I'm sorry.

[If they could've just stayed that way. Spending days on end in the gardens- Noct with an endless supply of questions and Ignis answering them. All of them. And fishing. And books about underwater creatures. He really missed those.]

Mmn. So... [with legs up and heels resting on the edge of the chair, Noctis rest his chin on his knees, hoping it will hide a bit of his blush,]... what are we going to do?

[He knows what he wants to do. But he can't decide on it by himself.]

[Noct looks so vulnerable in that pose, and it breaks Ignis' heart all over again. He licks his lips and thinks again.]

I'm not entirely certain. I'm a member of the Crownsguard now, and there are....repercussions and severe consequences for dereliction of duty. Which, yes, many people feel includes any sort of....physical impropriety.

[Meaning he could be summarily kicked out of his entire life and be forbidden from ever seeing Noctis again. Hell, they might toss him out of Insomnia entirely. Exile.]

But I must say, that we're sitting here having this conversation like adults is quite interesting. I didn't picture this as a possibility at all.

Ugh... [The face disappears in those knees, spikes only visible now. Yeah, he knows what Ignis is talking about. And he doesn't like it one bit. Who even set up these rules? And why?]

You're the last person on Eos that would shriek a duty or task. [He just can't see Ignis failing at anything. That's more of Noctis' job.] So we can't do anything huh... [This might be worse than not telling Ignis how he felt- loving him and being loved back but not being able to even kiss him.

He lifts his head and smiles.]

You help me grow, you know. And this means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. I don't want to lose you to anything because if I do, and it's my fault, I won't be able to forgive myself. I just... need you in my life. [He doesn't know how to function without Ignis.]

[Ignis swallows heavily, and nods slowly. In spite of being only two years older, he's always felt like he's years - decades - ahead of Noct. But right now, Noctis is being far too mature and understanding, and Ignis is the one who wants to throw a tantrum, stomp and scream that it wasn't fair.]

We can't...

[Another pause. Worlds form and fall in that pause. And then he breaks.]

...Get caught.

Edited 2018-03-03 19:06 (UTC)

[Noctis has been throwing tantrums in the empty apartment, at the walls, for years now. He got tired of it, to be honest. He'd still complain and curse at the destiny from time to time, but not in the same amounts as before.

He was about to agree with the "no" (even though it tore right through him like a dagger) but the last part had his eyes widen.]

You... [Titan's asscrack, he's on verge of crying now. Happy tears. He rubs at his eye, taking a shaky breath.] ...you always end up risking so much for me.

That's because you're worth it.

[Part of him is still very, very glad the table is between them. Part of him is tempted to shove it out of the way and completely finish breaking, break every more and law he can so he can finally give in and touch. Because the look on Noctis' face right now just triggers every single one of his protective feelings.]

But we cannot lie to ourselves. And we'll have to observe some very strict boundaries. Otherwise...

[He trails off. They both know what they're risking. No need to rehash it again.]

[Is he? With the amount of certainty Ignis says it, Noct can't help but believe him. After all, Ignis was never wrong.]

Mm. Everything's restricted to the apartments and deadly silence.

[By everything he means, physical contact. Astrals, he wants to just crawl into Ignis' lap and just forget about everything for a moment.]

Well. Perhaps not entirely silent.

[Astrals, he just went there. It's official, all this time of quiet longing has completely stripped him of all rationality. He clears his throat and rises from his seat, hoping that the trembling in his legs isn't noticeable.]

Perhaps we're getting ahead of ourselves. We don't even know if we're...compatible. Shall we test it?

[And now his neck is warm, just from that small implication. He's been thinking too much about being not so silent with Ignis that it doesn't need explaining at all.

He slips off the chair all too eagerly, nudging the furniture out of the way.]

I'm all for testing it. [He grins up at him, his fingers hooking into the shirt Ignis is wearing.]

[Moment of truth. Ignis' pupils are blown wide, with only a small ring of green around them. A totally involuntary physical response that only Noctis can bring out of him. He looks down at those fingers hooked into his shirt, and he feels like his insides are struggling to get outside.]

C-Certainly. I...

[He just keeps staring. Frozen like a sabertusk in headlights. Ignis Scientia has lost all his courage. Help?]

[Noctis can distinctly remember almost kissing Ignis when he was drunk. Only he chickened out then because something about his advisor's voice screamed 'bad idea'. But now...

...now there's nothing in the way. No nagging voices, no alcohol. The last thing that runs through Noct's head before he presses their lips together is that he's never seen such brilliant green in his life.]

[And that's the moment he's irrevocably lost.

It starts out incredibly tentative, weighed down by all their years together, but then that weight shifts just enough, and he's kissing back like the world is about to end. No tomorrow. Noct tastes like the meal they shared, and something utterly unique and delicious underneath.

He loses all sense of time and propriety, as he grabs his own sweater on Noctis' frame and pulls him in closer, a needy little noise leaving his throat. Yup. Gone.]

[What part of this is 'not compatible'?! Noctis never felt something fit him so perfectly in his life before this.

The moment Ignis pulls him closer to him, his hand moves to Ignis' neck, kissing him with all the love and frustration that has been built up within him all this time. The hands on him easily draw out a small moan and he knows that soon, just a kiss won't be able to satisfy him.

But, right now, he hopes his kiss will speak more than his words because Noctis and words don't mix too well.]

[Eventually, the need for air makes him pull back. Not all the way, just enough to catch his breath. His forehead is resting against Noct's, and his nose, and his glasses are getting knocked askew and he really doesn't care.]

Well. I suppose that's one question answered. Oh, Noct...

[His cheeks are impossibly warm from the kiss but does that even matter now? Ignis is standing here, hands wrapped around him. The way he breathes out his name just sends a violent shiver down his back. He better be not dreaming this.

His hand moves from Ignis' neck to trace his cheek,] Iggy...if I'm dreaming, please don't wake me up.

You do sleep enough for this to be a dream.

[And that's just straight up fond teasing. His fingers are moving, exploring, but carefully avoiding the old scar on Noct's back. Even through the sweater, he knows where not to go. And gods, he wants that sweater out of the way so he can touch bare skin. The most dangerous thought yet.]

But if you're dreaming, I must be, too. In which case, the same request applies.

[He'd roll his eyes at the teasing if he wasn't so happy right now. The fingers are making his hair stand up on edge and honestly, even if Ignis did graze his scar, Noct is sure he wouldn't mind it.

It's Ignis. His Ignis. The person that knows him better than anyone.]

I will do my best to fulfill that request then, [Noct says with a happy grin.]

[And that grin, right there, is his Noctis. The sweet, sensitive boy who loves animals and fishing video games and when he smiles, the sun comes up. There's a moment where Ignis just basks in that grin, lets his heart go wild. And then he takes another breath.]

So. Now what?

[It's up to Noct. It always has been.]</small<

[Noct hums, pulling his head away a bit and fixing those glasses. There. Now he can see those green eyes properly.]

The movie idea wasn't bad at all you know. The action movie, not the romance one. [Pause.] Ice cream as well. From that place that lets you put tons of toppings.

[Sounds like a date. But it's not. But it is to them. But it's not to the others. You get the idea.]

And can you promise me you'll behave yourself? One hundred percent?

[Because out in public they ran the risk of being photographed. And cameras were remarkably good at capturing minutia of expression. For example, a lusty look, or a smoldering glance, or dozens of other actionable expressions.

Ignis finally reaches up, and brushes the backs of his knuckles across Noct's jawline, studying his face like he's water in a desert.]

Pretend you're bored with me? Like I'm nothing more than your nagging advisor whom you've ditched in the past for arcade excursions? Hmm?

Don't I always behave myself?

[Hey, if the cameras didn't catch Noct with lustful gazes up until now (because sometimes, he didn't hide at all), they won't now. Also, he might grab a cap or something to keep his face under a shade so he's not recognized as fast.

He leans into the touch, closing his eyes briefly, sighing.]

You mean to complain about the movie, the popcorn not having enough butter, nap half way through the said movie and put so many ice cream toppings you end up scolding me?

Hm. Not always.

[Ignis' thumb is now tracing back and forth across the soft line of Noctis' lower lip, fingers cupping his jaw. Wondering if he should kiss him again. Wondering if he'll be allowed to do more than just kiss. But this has been so long in coming, he's skittish now. They really could ruin both their lives entirely if they jumped in too fast.]

I still don't understand the appeal of that many toppings. The flavors of the ice cream are lost entirely.

What? I object.

[He's not objecting at all if that smile is anything to go by. The smile turns into a grin again when he feels the thumb near his lips and he can't help himself but press a short kiss to it. It's there, he can't resist it.]

But I can never decide. Whenever I put one, I always see a better topping.

[They should probably keep it slow, but if it becomes too slow, Ignis might get a visit in the middle of the night. Again. And it won't be to cure his hangover.]

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