In the present, they were all endeavouring to share his bed. Gladio in a pair of boxers, sleeping on his side on the side of the bed that wasn't wedged against the wall. Guarding them even in his sleep. Prompto was sprawled out somehow taking up more of the bed than Gladio. One of his legs was hooked over Gladio's thighs, the rest of him laying diagonally across Ignis, with his face smooshed against Noct's stomach. He was fashionably attired in threadbare chocobo print pyjamas that he had outgrown some time ago if the several inches of bare calf and exposed stomach were any indication. Noctis was the only one awake. In a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants that were several days overdue for a wash. His face was uplit by his phone's screen.
He looked up from it as he realised Ignis was awake. “Morning,” he said. Ah, so not only was he awake but he was the first one to wake. A rarity indeed. “You okay?”
“I cannot believe Gladio made me utter the word cocksleeve.”
Noctis snorted. “He's been hanging around with the Glaives too much. I think they're a bad influence. And what was with the camera?”
“Prompto--” Prompto wriggled in his sleep, tossing from his front onto his back. But he remained asleep, a lovely amount of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth. Noctis already had a pool on his T-shirt. Ignis lowered his voice. “It means he can get involved without having to be overly forthright. I took common sense precautions. Prompto modified it so it can't connect to the internet.” Those pyjamas really had to go. There were at least three holes in them. Or at least be mended and let out a little. “The only extant copy of those images is now in my safe for my perusal. Or indeed yours.”
Noctis pinked a little. Then his expression grew serious. “You sure you're all right? Not sore or anything?”
“I assure you I wouldn't have asked for it if I couldn't endure it.”
That was the wrong choice of words. Noct's face only fell further. “Endure?”
“I enjoyed myself, Noct. Thoroughly.”
That didn't seem to mollify Noct either. At least not fully. “When Gladio, uh, spanked you. You didn't make a sound.”
“Merely to rile him up. Wonderful though he is, he does suffer attacks of ego sometimes.”
“Yeah, but how? I've had him beat my ass up and down the training room and I still come out aching even when he's holding back. You can't tell me it didn't hurt.”
“Our training cultivates a high pain tolerance.”
“Our training? Yours and Gladio's, you mean. What kind of training means you learn to take a Gladio-strength beatdown without making a sound?”
“It was a spanking, Noctis. He was hardly pulling out my fingernails.”
The deflection didn't distract him at all. “The hell kind of training are they making you do?”
“Nothing we didn't consent to. Gladio and I...” Gladio sleepily grumbled something but otherwise didn't stir. “We both have access to a wealth of sensitive information. Information that can't be shared under any circumstance.”
Noctis paled as the implications of that set in and then coloured with anger as he too realised the necessity. “All because of who I am. Again.”
“Come now, it's not all bad.” Ignis curled an arm around him and pulled him down to the mattress with the others. In a couple of hours their duties would take them to opposite ends of the citadel, but for now they could cuddle. “If you were someone else we wouldn't all be here now. Together.”
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FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 19/19 COMPLETE
Date: 2018-02-02 07:05 pm (UTC)He looked up from it as he realised Ignis was awake. “Morning,” he said. Ah, so not only was he awake but he was the first one to wake. A rarity indeed. “You okay?”
“I cannot believe Gladio made me utter the word cocksleeve.”
Noctis snorted. “He's been hanging around with the Glaives too much. I think they're a bad influence. And what was with the camera?”
“Prompto--” Prompto wriggled in his sleep, tossing from his front onto his back. But he remained asleep, a lovely amount of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth. Noctis already had a pool on his T-shirt. Ignis lowered his voice. “It means he can get involved without having to be overly forthright. I took common sense precautions. Prompto modified it so it can't connect to the internet.” Those pyjamas really had to go. There were at least three holes in them. Or at least be mended and let out a little. “The only extant copy of those images is now in my safe for my perusal. Or indeed yours.”
Noctis pinked a little. Then his expression grew serious. “You sure you're all right? Not sore or anything?”
“I assure you I wouldn't have asked for it if I couldn't endure it.”
That was the wrong choice of words. Noct's face only fell further. “Endure?”
“I enjoyed myself, Noct. Thoroughly.”
That didn't seem to mollify Noct either. At least not fully. “When Gladio, uh, spanked you. You didn't make a sound.”
“Merely to rile him up. Wonderful though he is, he does suffer attacks of ego sometimes.”
“Yeah, but how? I've had him beat my ass up and down the training room and I still come out aching even when he's holding back. You can't tell me it didn't hurt.”
“Our training cultivates a high pain tolerance.”
“Our training? Yours and Gladio's, you mean. What kind of training means you learn to take a Gladio-strength beatdown without making a sound?”
“It was a spanking, Noctis. He was hardly pulling out my fingernails.”
The deflection didn't distract him at all. “The hell kind of training are they making you do?”
“Nothing we didn't consent to. Gladio and I...” Gladio sleepily grumbled something but otherwise didn't stir. “We both have access to a wealth of sensitive information. Information that can't be shared under any circumstance.”
Noctis paled as the implications of that set in and then coloured with anger as he too realised the necessity. “All because of who I am. Again.”
“Come now, it's not all bad.” Ignis curled an arm around him and pulled him down to the mattress with the others. In a couple of hours their duties would take them to opposite ends of the citadel, but for now they could cuddle. “If you were someone else we wouldn't all be here now. Together.”