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Gladio/Noctis, anonymous sex behind the thermal suits

[(Anonymous)]

I couldnt stop thinking of this when playing this scene:

*spoilers for chapters 6 to 8*
The scene where Gladio and Noctis are wearing the thermal suit in the power generator. Imagine them having previously existing Unresolved Sexual Tension, they dance around each other because both are loyal to their duty first and foremost. When Noctis runs into the Hunter in the power generator, he is reminded of Gladio. He throws caution to the wind and acts on his lust, thinking a quickie with a stranger to assuage his yearning for Gladio may be a good idea. Little does he know Gladio is thinking the exact same thing underneath the other thermal suit.

Cue anonymous sexy time. I'll leave the logistics of it (restricted time? Sex through a thermal suit?) as well as whether or not there is a reveal to the filler.

Re: Gladio/Noctis, anonymous sex behind the thermal suits

[(Anonymous)]

............ on it.

(If OP's still around. Might take a little while. Sorry!)

FILL 1/?: Gladio/Noctis, anonymous sex behind the thermal suits

[(Anonymous)]

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The sun is shining and the breeze is rustling the leaves overhead when Gladio tells them he's leaving.

Noctis opens his mouth, an indignant noise threatening to escape from the back of his throat.

"Gonna be long?" he says instead. Casual.

Gladio smiles. "Not long enough for you to miss me," he says. Like a bastard.

---

When Noctis was thirteen years old, a keen-eyed Regis would watch him arrive from the training hall with Gladio.

Noctis would grin, hair plastered to his forehead, sweaty from exertion. Gladio would nod and bow, a formality only ever acted out in the presence of others. Noctis at thirteen cared not for the ceremony, and knew that his father didn't either. He knew, after all, how Clarus Amicitia could get away with ribbing Regis in private until the King would ball up his paperwork and lob it at his advisor's head.

"Two," Noctis would say, just a little petulant and pleased. "Two hits." That's the best he's ever gotten on Gladio in sparring so far.

"One more and you might just be able to win a fight," Gladio would say. But he'd say it amused, and Noctis would know to expect the next session to be more intense.

"One more, and you owe me a day off. And a ride." Noctis had been bugging Gladio to take him out about the city in the new car for months.

Gladio would glance at Regis' raised brow and clear his throat. "With permission," he'd evade, but Noctis would know he had him.

Noctis would wave, and where Ignis might have bid Highness before leaving, Gladio would salute. But he would flash a smile, already handsome at sixteen, and then Noctis would watch him leave.

At thirteen, Noctis was not the most expressive boy, but neither was he good at hiding his thoughts.

"You get on well," his father had said one afternoon, once the other boy was out of earshot.

Noctis had turned, puzzled. "Father?"

His father had given him a look. "With Gladiolus."

Noctis shrugged. "We're friends."

This was the truth, but another voice told Noctis that there was more to it than that. King's shield, he thought, and the idea felt uncomfortable, so he left it unsaid.

Noctis thought his father would've been proud, proud that he and Clarus' son were finally getting along, proud that Noctis was growing to be a Prince who was respected and liked.

Regis considered him for a long moment.

"Be careful what you demand of those around you," Regis had said at last.

Noctis would never forget this warning, and would remember it more and more frequently after leaving Insomnia.

---

Noctis cannot remember a time when he did not know that Gladio would be his Shield.

They were children when they first met. They would grow up in similar circles without spending considerable time together, socializing with the children of nobles, though Noctis is aware he spent more years hiding behind his father's leg at events than he did getting to know his future subjects. Gladio was formally introduced to him on several of these occasions, and he remembers only that the taller boy looked about as pleased as Noctis felt—not at all.

Other children, Noctis got the impression, were instructed to be kind to the Prince. To smile, to be on their best behavior, to have manners despite Noctis's own relative lack. Gladio was different, and Noctis didn't quite understand why at the time.

A part of him discerned that it had to do with the way Gladio's father would always be with Noctis' father, how other nobles would be particularly respectful around Clarus, more so than they might've been around Noctis' father alone. "Shield" was a title that was accorded solemnity. Noctis didn't, however, quite understand why this meant Gladio could treat him differently. He remembers Gladio's eyes, and the somewhat cool regard they seemed to hold for him.

Noctis can't remember when things changed, but he does recall the first time Gladio ever smiled at him, a real smile, several sessions into the start of their training.

Noctis remembers a moment of dubiousness on his own part—surely, Gladio had made some sort of mistake—but Gladio did it again, and would do so more frequently.

---

Clarus Amicitia had been seriously injured twice in Noctis' memory.

War made people bold. Noctis was fourteen, in the throne room the first time it happened, sitting off to the side during an annual public assembly. He recalls only the flash of light, a loud noise, and chaos; he recalls seeing his father move suddenly, the crackle of elemental light, before being pushed to the ground by one of the Crownsguard. Noctis caught a glimpse of his father's thunderous face as he bent over Clarus's still form, security closing ranks around them. Fifty feet away, the gunsman was pinned to the wall with Regis' blade through his chest.

Noctis remained inside the rest of the day. The news coverage reassured citizens only that their King was safe, and that the Crownsguard had successfully secured the palace following the incident.

Gladio came the next morning.

"How's your father?"

Gladio shook his head, pale. "He'll be fine. I'm worried about Iris."

"Is she all right?"

"She's scared. She's not old enough."

Old enough for what? Noctis had thought.

"You don't have to be here today," Noctis had said. "You can stay with your dad if you want."

Gladio's mouth only thinned, and suddenly he looked angry. "No. My place is with you."

"I didn't mean—"

"Then how did you mean it?"

Noctis was taken aback. He had an urge to snap </>our fathers almost died yesterday, to shout back don't pretend nothing happened, but he looked at the way Gladio's hands were tight at his sides, and he couldn't.

Noctis had no idea what he would do if (when) his father died. He wasn't old enough to rule. He didn't know enough about the kingdom to lead it. Ten more years, he thought desperately, and maybe he'd be ready—he could only really pray to the gods for that, because he was utterly lost otherwise.

Gladio, on the other hand, knew exactly what he would do when his own father died. He would protect the King.

Noctis didn't know how to say that none of them were old enough for this, so he only looked down and said awkwardly, "I meant thank you. For your service."

Gladio blinked and looked away as well. "It's no problem."

Noctis looked back at Gladio, saw how upset he was, and decided. "Well, I don't know about you, then, but I'm skipping practice. Someone should check on Iris."

Gladio looked surprised. "You?"

"Since you're here. Got a problem with that?"

Gladio's shoulders slowly relaxed. "If you're planning on skipping practice to see my little sister, yeah, I do."

"Well then, half time."

Gladio hefted his bag. He looked grateful. "We'll see."

The second time, Noctis had been sixteen, and he and Gladio and Prompto were out debating over where to grab lunch ("Where're we going, guys?" "Dunno, your pick." "If we pick, you'd better eat." "Who are you, Ignis? Get off my back.") when Gladio got a phone call informing them that the palace was under lockdown. Gladio's father had been injured in line of duty. No further details. They had walked the rest of the way to Ignis' place in silence, Gladio's grip tight on Noctis's elbow.

Iris would arrive later with an armful of groceries, eyes wide but steady on her feet. They would spend the rest of the evening playing cards and listening to the radio, eating quietly. Gladio wouldn't stray from Noct's side for hours, body between him and the door, eyes on the windows.

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(AN: There won't be actual anonymous sex for a while because I ended up writing a bunch of backstory, oops. I'll probably post the rest to AO3.)

Re: FILL 1/?: Gladio/Noctis, anonymous sex behind the thermal suits

[(Anonymous)]

This is awesome! I love backstory stuff~ <3

FILL 2etc/?: Gladio/Noctis, anonymous sex behind the thermal suits

[(Anonymous)]

UPDATE rest is gonna be here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10296578/