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FILL: 11/?, Nyx/Noctis - AU, caught screwing the boss's son

[(Anonymous)]

“Hey,” Crowe greets him at the door. “He’s all yours. Just follow the noise.”

“Thanks.” Nyx doesn’t leave just yet, though. “So can you make this weekend?”

“To meet up with you and Libertus?” Crowe twists her mouth up in thought. “Yeah, for an hour or two. Gotta stay sober though, I’m gonna be driving.”

Nyx shrugs. “We’ll just be drinking beer.”

“Then I’m in.” Crowe waves at him. “I have to go. Have fun and don’t mind Ignis, he’s always like that.”

“Who’s Ignis?” Nyx blinks. Crowe has already slipped out the door. “Hey, Crowe! Who’s--ah, whatever.”

Crowe has always done that, dropped information and left without explaining, but somehow it doesn’t get any less annoying. Nyx shakes his head and makes for the stairs. He understands what Crowe meant by ‘follow the noise’ at soon as he gets halfway up. Due to some mystery of acoustics, the raucous sound of a group of people talking over each other and -- yes, that’s King’s Knight fight music -- doesn’t spill past that point.

His knock goes unheeded at first, and he wonders if he should just open the door when a lull in the conversation appears. He knocks again, louder, and the talking abruptly ceases. A stranger opens the door.

Nyx blinks at the well-muscled chest in front of him, then tilts his head up to look at the man standing in the doorway.

“Hey,” the guys drawls. He looks over his shoulder. “Noct, you expecting a guy?”

“I told you,” Noct’s voice says, sounding exasperated. “I have a security detail. Hey, Nyx.” He appears behind the stranger’s arm and pushes him aside with an elbow.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Nyx says. He wants to ask why the dude isn’t wearing a shirt, but that would be rude. “You going to introduce me?”

Shirtless dude grins at him. “Naw, you can’t wait for Noct to initiate social interaction, nothing would ever happen. I’m Gladiolus. Call me Gladio.”

Noct rolls his eyes. “Come in,” he says, and Nyx remembers last night, how Nyx looked barefoot in his slow-slung sweatpants. Now he’s dressed in jeans and a black tee.

Two other people are in the room: one blonde and skinny, the other sandy-haired with glasses. Glasses guy looks at him with narrowed eyes. “And who is this?” he says with suspicion and a Tenebraen accent. Ignis, Nyx pegs, according to Crowe’s advice.

“Nyx Ulric, Noctis’ security detail.” Nyx waves. The couch is occupied so he puts his backpack in a corner of the room, out of the way.

“That’s Ignis,” Gladio says, pointing to glasses guy. Yes, Nyx thinks. “And that’s Prompto.”

“Hmm,” Ignis says. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Hey!” Prompto says, much more enthusiastically. “You game much, Nyx?”

“I’m alright,” Nyx shrugs. He can guess why they’re asking: King’s Knight VII is paused on Noct’s television.

“Then Iggy can take a break,” Prompto says. Ignis gives up his controller without a fuss; he must not enjoy it too much. “Come on, sit down. You want a snack?”

There’s a chair placed in front of them, piled high with junk food. Nyx declines but sits next to Prompto; Noct follows and squashes onto the couch too. He’s warm all along Nyx’s side. Gladio claims a beanbag.

“Ready?” Nyx barely grabs the controller before Prompto unpauses the game. They’re in a boss fight, and Nyx nearly dies before he figures out who he’s playing: the healer. Makes sense, if Ignis wasn’t very good and they’re depending on offense to get through the levels. Nyx isn’t great at playing healers either, but he knows when people need HP boosts so he’s at least mildly useful.

“Hey, that was easier than normal,” Prompto says when the boss dies in a fiery implosion. He holds a hand up for Nyx to high-five. “Good job, dude.”

“Yeah, nice,” Gladio nods at him. Noct smiles and nods as well, knocking his knee into Nyx’s thigh. Nyx can feel his lips twitch up in answer.

“Thanks,” he says. He looks around for Ignis, who in the interim has gotten up and grabbed a book. He looks up briefly.

“Feel free to take over for me,” he says drily. “They’ll likely appreciate my lack of fumbling.”

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Prompto twists around to pout at Ignis over the back of the couch. “You should play too, how are you going to get better if you don’t practice?”

“If I haven’t gotten better by now, I doubt I will,” Ignis says.

“He’s got a point,” Gladio says. “It’s been years.”

“Ignis has other skills,” Noct says. Then his stomach emits a sound like a minor earthquake. “...Uh. Guess I’m kind of hungry.”

He reaches for the snacks while Prompto hoots in the background, but Ignis gets quickly to his feet.

“Why don’t I make us all dinner?” he suggests. Noct’s hand freezes. Ignis smiles. “I’ll take requests.”

“Duscae barbeque,” Gladio says immediately.

“Lestallum beef stew!” Prompto counters.

“Seafood dumplings,” Noct says.

They fall to arguing, throwing out more recipes: schnitzel sandwiches, salmon teryaki, risotto and chicken. Nyx feels his own stomach rumble.

“They always do that?” he asks Ignis, who watches the verbal scuffle with benevolent tolerance.

“Oh, definitely,” he says, and gives Nyx a cool sideway look. “I don’t suppose you have a request?”

“I’m easy,” Nyx replies, raising his hands. “And really curious to try out what you make, now. It has to be impressive.”

“Well,” Ignis says. His tone is slightly warmer. “You’ll have to let me know after you eat.”

“Rock Paper Scissors,” Noct says seriously, and Nyx watches them all face off. “Ready? Rock, paper, scissors!” Prompto is out. “Rock, paper, scissors! Rock, paper, scissors!”

Noct and Gladio tie twice, once with scissors, once with paper. They go again and Gladio wins.

“Duscae barbeque it is,” he says smugly. Neither Prompto nor Noct look too disappointed.

“All right.” Ignis claps his hands. “Off to the kitchen.”

They troop down the stairs after him like ducks all in a row, until Ignis orders them all off on separate tasks: Gladio to chop vegetables, Prompto to find all the ingredients for soup, Noct to get plates and utensils and cookware.

“I know how to make caramelized onions that go great with meat,” Nyx volunteers. This finally gets Ignis to smile at him.

“Feel free.” He gestures widely in a motion that encompasses the counter and the fridge, a benevolent master bestowing access to his domain.

“So you’re guarding Noct, huh?” Prompto opens and closes four drawers before he digs out a can opener. “How’s that going?”

“Not too bad.” Nyx opens the same drawer full of knives he found last night. “I really just met him, but we’re getting along well. Right?”

Noct has his arms stuck in one of the high cabinets. He’s on his toes, jeans tight on his thighs, stretched out, and then he turns his head around to look at Nyx over his shoulder like a shy model of a centerfold. “Yeah. Nyx is pretty cool.”

Nyx swallows and drags his eyes back to his onion. “How long have you guys known Noctis?”

This absolves Nyx from talking almost entirely. He just has to make the appropriate noises to show he’s still paying attention as the other four all share stories and anecdotes, making plenty of references to inside jokes that pass over Nyx’s head. It’s obvious that they’ve known each other a long time.

They make it through dinner like that, Nyx mostly in the background although they make a decent effort to include him. He likes watching their easy camaraderie, likes the way that Noct relaxes and laughs, how he punches Prompto on the shoulder and makes faces at Ignis and Gladio. He gleans bits and pieces of information about all of them: Prompto works for the media department in Caelum Co. and likes photography, Gladio is in Lucis Reserves and recently caught a wild turkey, Ignis is one of Regis’ personal staff and knows how to throw daggers.

“Sorry,” Noctis mutters when they finally trail out close to the wrong end of twenty-two hundred, waving goodbye as they walk down the well lit driveway. “Kind of threw you in the deep end, there.”

“It wasn’t so bad.” Nyx leans against the door, acutely aware of how close Noct is. “Prompto was very friendly.”

Noct huffs a laugh. “Yeah,” he says, a soft smile curving his lips. “He always was more social than the rest of us.”

Nyx edges a little closer, until he can see the individual strands of Noct’s hair and smell the faded spice of his cologne. “You’re just the right amount of social,” he says, voice low.

Noct looks up. His mouth is slightly parted, lips full and pink; his eyes are black in the light. Nyx dips down until they’re breathing the same air.

“Okay?” he whispers. The word brushes their lips together in a butterfly touch.

Noct’s eyelashes come down to shadow his cheeks. He tilts his face up into the kiss.

His mouth is warm, pliant and soft; his skin is smooth. They kiss gently, easily, an exploration, just damp presses of lips to lips, almost chaste. When Noct leans in and fists his hand in Nyx’ shirt, rolling up onto his toes, Nyx breaks away with a gasp.

“We’re standing in the hall, and I’m on duty,” he says, as much a reminder to himself as Noct. He looks prettily flushed, barely rumpled but with his mouth red and wet. Nyxlicks his lips. Noct’s eyes follow the motion and his white teeth sink into his lower lip.

“Not now,” Nyx promises, unable to tear his eyes away. “Later.”

Noct smiles up at him, lazy-eyed and dreamy. “Later,” he agrees.

They ascend the stairs to Noct’s room in shared silence.