A/N Heeeey! Sorry for the wait on this chapter, but it's really long, so enjoy! I think it's going to take me three segments to post it. This fic has now become the longest one I've ever written.
Thanks to all who have been commenting! I read and appreciate every comment!
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The point of the javelin digs into the floor of the training hall as Ignis vaults up and over it, yanking it out as he comes down the other side and spinning it into a violent jab at his imaginary opponent. The javelin holds steady for a moment, then his arm begins to tremble and he loses the follow-through. Wiping sweat from his brow, Ignis sighs and sets the spear back on the rack.
"Looking pretty good," Gladio says from the doorway. Ignis hadn't even noticed him come in. "Careful not to overextend your reach, that's what gave you trouble at the end."
"Thank you," he says, "I'll be sure to take that into consideration next time."
"If you ever want to train together, just let me know," Gladio says with a shrug, falling into step next to him as he heads for the locker room. "Might be good for us to know how to fight together."
It's actually a rather good idea, though Ignis isn't really in the right frame of mind for that right now. "Yes, we ought to. If you send me your availability I'll fit something into my calendar."
Gladio nods, and follows him into the locker room. Ignis peels his sweat-soaked tank off, taking off his glasses to wipe his face, then tosses it on the bench as he gets his bag out. "Was there something you wanted to discuss?" he asks, when he realizes Gladio is just leaning back against the lockers and watching him.
"What's up with Noct?" Gladio asks, and Ignis's heart skips a beat.
"What do you mean?"
"He's been way more relaxed in training the past few sessions. Loosened up. Don't get me wrong, that's good, but I thought maybe . . . "
Ignis turns his back to Gladio as he rummages in his bag for a towel and clean clothes, to give himself an opportunity to ensure his face is schooled into impassive curiosity. "You thought maybe what?"
"Nothing, just-- Him and Prompto, you know, they've gotten awfully close. I know you had that talk with him back when he started high school, about . . . inappropriate relationships. It might be time for a refresher."
Ignis sighs in relief as he bundles up the towel and clean clothes and walks into a shower stall. Luckily Gladio doesn't follow him in, stopping just outside the curtain. "He's not in a relationship with Prompto, if that's what you're suggesting."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm quite certain. I've discussed the matter with him. He's well aware of what's acceptable and what's not, given his position." Ignis steps out of his sweats and underwear and turns on the shower, and for a few moments, as he lets the hot water cascade over his hair and face, he thinks perhaps Gladio has left.
He's surprised when he hears from outside the curtain, "Okay," then a slight shuffling of feet. "Keep an eye out, would you? I don't want him to get himself into trouble."
"Of course," Ignis replies, and listens closely to the receding footsteps and the click of the door shutting before finishing his shower.
Being more comfortable and confident was the goal of this exercise. If that's what he's accomplishing, then he's doing something right. Isn't he? As he towels off his hair, Ignis frowns. Noctis isn't in a relationship with Prompto. But what exactly is he doing with Ignis?
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FILL (7A/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink
Date: 2017-10-19 01:45 am (UTC)Thanks to all who have been commenting! I read and appreciate every comment!
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The point of the javelin digs into the floor of the training hall as Ignis vaults up and over it, yanking it out as he comes down the other side and spinning it into a violent jab at his imaginary opponent. The javelin holds steady for a moment, then his arm begins to tremble and he loses the follow-through. Wiping sweat from his brow, Ignis sighs and sets the spear back on the rack.
"Looking pretty good," Gladio says from the doorway. Ignis hadn't even noticed him come in. "Careful not to overextend your reach, that's what gave you trouble at the end."
"Thank you," he says, "I'll be sure to take that into consideration next time."
"If you ever want to train together, just let me know," Gladio says with a shrug, falling into step next to him as he heads for the locker room. "Might be good for us to know how to fight together."
It's actually a rather good idea, though Ignis isn't really in the right frame of mind for that right now. "Yes, we ought to. If you send me your availability I'll fit something into my calendar."
Gladio nods, and follows him into the locker room. Ignis peels his sweat-soaked tank off, taking off his glasses to wipe his face, then tosses it on the bench as he gets his bag out. "Was there something you wanted to discuss?" he asks, when he realizes Gladio is just leaning back against the lockers and watching him.
"What's up with Noct?" Gladio asks, and Ignis's heart skips a beat.
"What do you mean?"
"He's been way more relaxed in training the past few sessions. Loosened up. Don't get me wrong, that's good, but I thought maybe . . . "
Ignis turns his back to Gladio as he rummages in his bag for a towel and clean clothes, to give himself an opportunity to ensure his face is schooled into impassive curiosity. "You thought maybe what?"
"Nothing, just-- Him and Prompto, you know, they've gotten awfully close. I know you had that talk with him back when he started high school, about . . . inappropriate relationships. It might be time for a refresher."
Ignis sighs in relief as he bundles up the towel and clean clothes and walks into a shower stall. Luckily Gladio doesn't follow him in, stopping just outside the curtain. "He's not in a relationship with Prompto, if that's what you're suggesting."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I'm quite certain. I've discussed the matter with him. He's well aware of what's acceptable and what's not, given his position." Ignis steps out of his sweats and underwear and turns on the shower, and for a few moments, as he lets the hot water cascade over his hair and face, he thinks perhaps Gladio has left.
He's surprised when he hears from outside the curtain, "Okay," then a slight shuffling of feet. "Keep an eye out, would you? I don't want him to get himself into trouble."
"Of course," Ignis replies, and listens closely to the receding footsteps and the click of the door shutting before finishing his shower.
Being more comfortable and confident was the goal of this exercise. If that's what he's accomplishing, then he's doing something right. Isn't he? As he towels off his hair, Ignis frowns. Noctis isn't in a relationship with Prompto. But what exactly is he doing with Ignis?
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