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From: (Anonymous)

Hope this is okay, OP! ^^
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It had been three days.

Three, very hot, dry, and dusty days. Even with the beautiful sunset falling all around them, it brought little relief. Where the heat ruled the day, frigid temperatures ruled the night. With only their sleeping bags and a few items they had stuffed into the rolls, they usually ended up snuggling about the fire.

Ignis imagined all four of them would be quite relieved when they returned back to civilization proper. They were all a mess, dirty, stinking, but most worrisome; starving. Though Noctis and Prompto had ceased complaining about food. It had been quite the struggle to get them on their feet that morning.

A struggle more, through the day when they stopped for a break in any shade they could find to avoid the worst of the day’s heat.

Ignis pushed his glasses up his nose, and squinted through the fine layer of dust on them. The strain of their accidental adventure was even reaching Gladio, though the Adviser knew the bigger man would rather lose his arm than admit such a thing. If the truth were told, he was perhaps the only reason the four of them were still alive.

Ignis trailed behind the Prince and his friend, occasionally reaching out one hand to brush against one of them to correct their course. Exhaustion was only one of their problems, and even though it was the most fixable of them, it was far from truly possible.

“ Hey, you guys see that?” Gladio called out from ahead. Ignis lifted his gaze, squinting to see what the bigger man pointed to. There was a flash of teal that could be seen through the brush and hope leapt in the adviser’s chest.

A Haven!

It was precisely what they needed. How they had not died in the past few nights was beyond Ignis’ comprehension entirely. However, a haven meant safe sleep, and a chance to let their guard down.

Noctis merely grunted, his trudge growing just a shade quicker, keen to reach the stone out-cropping. Prompto lingered with Ignis, as if he were the one guiding the other man and not the other way around.

Ignis was almost grateful to him. He felt as if he were dragging fiercely.

The moment they stepped past the protective runes, there seemed to be collective sigh of relief. Gladio crouched to coax a fire to life, and the other three unrolled sleeping-bags and found spots to settle their weary bodies.

Gladio got the fire to life, as Prompto and Noctis hunted in short ranges for kindling and then logs to fuel their night’s fire. They didn’t have anything to roast over it, because though they’d been walking all day not even the most wild of beasts had found them. It was as discouraging as it was a relief.

Because none of them were in the shape to fight off a pack of Sabertusks. They’d been unwilling to summon weapons from the arsenal as it was. Keeping Noctis on his feet was far more important than anything else in the long run.

Even if it had been the Prince’s fault that the rental of the chocobos had expired three days out from anywhere. They’d all had a nice, not really passive, fight about that when it had first happened. Worse yet, they’d been unable to even find the mark that they’d gone on the hunt for.

Finally though, things were settled and the Prompto and Noctis had found their spots, tiredly sprawled. Gladio had something to do though, before he could collapse on his own sleeping roll. There was a set of boulders that had crumbled from the near-by cliff, and they made the perfect seating.

Gladio was tall, and when it came to getting his companion’s fed it was just more comfortable for everyone involved if they were closer to equal in height.

Gladio shrugged out of the leather of his jacket, draped it on the stone behind him. Almost immediately Ignis turned away, swallowing. The Shield followed his gaze, and it landed on the two younger men. Gladio scowled fiercely because he’d seen that response twice in the past two days.

It always ended with an argument that Noctis came first, and that Ignis could survive without. It made Gladio’s teeth itch.

Fuck that.

He reached out, grabbing the adviser by the wrist and yanking him towards him before he could get out of reach. It caused him to stumble into him, between the ‘v’ of his spread legs. Disapproval radiated in the way Ignis frowned at him, but Gladio couldn’t bring himself to rightly care. Because the man had politely declined the first night, refused adamantly the second, and Gladio was damn tired of seeing the exhausted glint in green eyes.

“ That’s not flying tonight, Iggy.” He stated.

Ignis glowered at him, and Gladio stared right back, tilting his head in challenge. Because if the other man wanted to fight him over this, he was welcome to. Ignis was not going to go another night hungry for the sake of the Prince and his friend.

All three of them might put Noctis first in their lives, but that didn’t mean relations about one another just vanished off the face of the planet. Ignis was Gladio’s oldest friend, and he wasn’t going to watch him starve out of an over-inflated sense of obligation and duty.

Not this time.

“ Not before-“ Ignis started, in the tone of voice that normally heralded one hell of an ‘argument-that-wasn’t-an-argument’. Gladio had always hated that tone and his jaw clenched in response.

“ Specs.” Noctis cut him off sharply.

Both of them looked to Noctis, who sat with his arms tiredly wrapped around his own knees, watching them with lazy midnight blue eyes.

“ I can wait.” It wasn’t an order, but it was enough to give the steward pause and Gladio smirked in satisfaction. Looked like he wasn’t the only one to worry about the state of the normally neat steward.

Even so, Ignis’ jaw did not unclench.

“ As kind as that is Noctis, I assure you I’m fine.” He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, a gesture of multiple meanings.

Gladio snorted in disagreement of the words.

“ The hell you are Iggy. “ he grumbled, hand landing heavy on the back of the other man’s neck. “ None of us are blind. You’re not ‘fine’. “

“ Assumptive of you-“ he started, words heated.

Gladio could feel his patience growing thinner with every word.

“ Thought Noct already told you it was fine?” he remarked pointedly, “ Doesn’t his word raise and set the sun?”

He could feel Ignis bristle, and a retort sharp on his lips and ready to be form. Gladio didn’t give him a chance, slapping a gently hand over the adviser’s mouth, who’s incredulous stare informed him it would be addressed at a later date.

Gladio sighed impatiently, clicking his tongue sharply. “You gonna make us do this the hard way?” he asked, “Because if I have to hold you to my chest until you fuckin’ drink, I will.” He levied a stare that dared the other man to challenge him on the matter.

Ignis exhaled against his hand, a defeated sigh. Gladio let his hand drop from his mouth.

He squeezed the neck beneath his hand. Gladio pushed him lower steadily, towards his chest. The other man hesitated, as if the last of his will were crumbling away the closer he got to the potential food-source. No matter how temporary it was.

Ignis exhaled, licking his lips and Gladio rolled his eyes in exasperation. It wasn’t like he was overly-sensitive with his ‘ability’ or some shit. Some people got off on it, sure, but Gladio wasn’t one of them and as far as he could tell, neither were his friends.

Which was kind of a relief, honestly. They still had to look him in the eye when this was all over, and he wasn’t sure if he could deal with their awkward moping around or avoidance.

Ignis wrapped his lips around his left nipple, as if he weren’t sure that he was doing it right. Which again, stupid, considering it seemed pretty straight-forward from Gladio’s perspective.

Gladio grunted at the first feeling of taught suction. It was almost with relief that he felt the pressure that had built through the day ease off his chest. Gladio had been aching the entire afternoon, and every brush of his jacket against his chest had made the day all that more unbearable.

Ignis was tentative at first, as if he intended to only take a few pulls and be done with it. Gladio knew though, that the minute the man’s first swallow hit his stomach. He made a quiet moan of desperation, and pressed closer. His hands landed on Gladio’s thighs, to balance himself properly.

The pace of the other man’s suckling picked up sharply, eager to sate the hunger that had to have been gnawing on his stomach for days.

Gladio snorted in amusement. “ Bet you wish you’d accepted that first night now, huh?” he asked, and the annoyance in the green of Ignis’ eyes as they flashed at him from under sandy lashes was unmistakable. He didn’t stop what he was doing however, even if there was a faint dusting of a blush on the other his cheeks.

He could understand. The first time he’d let someone nurse off of him, he’d about jumped out of his skin as the sensation. It was embarrassing to nurse your adult friends. It was probably far more embarrassing for them.

Gladio’s fingers loosened from their tight grip, to idly card through the sandy strands. The adult mouth was not meant to make the perfect seal of a child’s, and a stray drop pearled at the corner of Ignis’ mouth, before tracking down the side of his chin. Gladio caught it with his thumb, wiping it clear before bringing it to his own mouth.

For a long few minutes, the only sounds heard were the crackling of the fire, Prompto and Noctis’ quiet conversation and the soft sounds of suction. When Ignis pulled away with a soft noise, the cool night air was almost painful on the wet nub.

“ See? Didn’t kill you, now did it?” He asked, and Ignis slapped a hand against one muscle-clad thigh.

“ No one likes an ‘I-told-you-so’, Gladiolus.” Ignis admonished, but there was a vitality to him again. The lines of exhaustion around his eyes were shallower, less taught. Gladio could live with that. Even so when the adviser stood, he took a moment to find his feet properly.

“ Thank you.” He added, swiping a gentle finger under the nipple where a stray few drops had leaked, he cleaned his finger with a broad swipe of his tongue.

Gladio grunted, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “ Don’t gotta thank me for that,” It wasn’t like Ignis hadn’t saved all three of them before. Turnabout was fair play.

Ignis stepped away and Gladio turned his attention to the other two men.

“ So, who won the game tonight?” he asked, looking between the two. The first night it had been no question that Noctis would have taken first priority. The second however, a game of rock-paper-scissors had been played between the pair. Prompto flicked two fingers up in acknowledgement and Noctis sank into a sulk quietly.

Kid never had liked losing, at the bottom line.

Prompto was quick on his feet, even when he was bone tired and wanting nothing more than to never move again. It was the quick flash of teeth in a smile that made Gladio huff in exasperation. Fondly, though because he was a ray of sunshine that never really went out.

The gunman didn’t need that same guiding hand that Ignis had, nor the force behind it. He opted for the nipple that Ignis hadn’t nursed from. He lacked the shyness he’d had the two days previously, when Gladio had first brought up the idea.

Gladio had thought the blonde was going to die of mortification on the spot, the way he’d blushed and hee-hawed around the idea of accepting the offer. The second day, he’d been more sure, and tonight he was eager.

Prompto pressed a short, chaste kiss of thanks to the soft skin, and Gladio snorted in amused exasperation at him. “ You’re fuckin’ ridiculous, Prom,” he muttered, even as the skin around the tight bud contracted at the feeling.

The soft lips of the shorter man pressed against his skin and there was a sharp sense of relief at the first few pulls that broke the tension there. Even so, the flow was slower and less than the left, making whoever took the right work for their meal.

Gladio shifted his weight impatiently, wanting that same relief on both sides of his chest. He hated the taught, sensitive feeling. It made his skin feel too tight across his chest and the tissue ache with it. Stress, he’d found, only compounded the problem. It usually was the trigger for him producing the milk in the first place, and the more dire the situation the more he produced.

His teen years had been utter hell, in retrospect.

The one thing that made Gladio jumpy about Prompto when he nursed though, was that he was damn touchy. His hands usually settled against Gladio’s legs, but they’d trail up his sides and back as well. Like he was petting him. It was like the younger man couldn’t help it, and with his mouth occupied, seemed to thank Gladio with touch instead of words.

One hand came up, and pressed against his pectoral, gently. Gladio huffed at the feeling, because it wasn’t quite pleasant. More pressure against his chest wasn’t something he wanted. However, it helped the milk flow easier, quicker, and Prompto’s quiet noise of delight was assurance enough that it worked.

The hand pressed and relaxed against his chest, like a kitten kneading its mother’s belly as it nursed. Gladio was almost offended, except it was kind of cute. Every once in awhile, the gunman would make a soft appreciative noise, and press closer. Like that was going to do him any good.

Gladio let the blond suckle, the rhythm of it familiar by now. It wasn’t until the pushing on his chest became harder that Gladio tapped him sharply on the side with one broad hand.

“ Noct still has to get his fix, “ he reminded, and Prompto made a softly regretful sound. He did let go though, panting a few breaths against Gladio’s chest before rubbing a hand over his mouth.

“ Right, sorry. “ he apologized, giving the Shield a lopsided grin. Gladio snorted, because the younger man was far from sorry as he could be about stealing just a little more. Gladio pushed gently at him, and the gunman retreated, giving Noctis a gentle kick to his booted foot.