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Chapter 10: Lovers
Above ground, the Niflheim capital was in complete turmoil. The Lucian (and Tenebraen, and all other nationalities that had come together) soldiers were running to and fro, some of them not even trying to hide their glee. In a few places, men and women could be seen openly partying. Drinks in hand (how had they managed to stow away a good supply of alcohol as well?), people were hugging and kissing (and a little bit more) in the waning light.
“Freedom!”
“We made it out alive!”
“The end of an Empire….”
“My son will have a future…”
“Will you marry me now?”
“Are you gonna fuck me over here or wait until we get all the way back to Leide?”
Each new snippet of conversation was more interesting than the last. Everyone who came to Niflheim that day had their own stories and they were all currently wrapped in another joyful, engrossing chapter.
“Whoa…” Prompto remarked, whistling to distract from his own blushing. “People are really getting into this, huh?”
“What’d you expect?” Gladiolus grumbled. He was leading the way through a torn battlefield as confidently as if he had caused all the destruction himself. Which, to be fair, he was responsible for a good amount of it. More than a few pillars were suspiciously misplaced.
For all that they had done, Noctis and his friends passed through the remnants of the battlefield relatively unnoticed. All the people they ran into were too busy with their own affairs—this fight had been personal. Whether you were from Niflheim or Lucis, a human or MT. There was so much to do now…people just did not know where to start.
Some captains were attempting to dish out orders, which were haphazardly being followed. Aranea was in the very front of the crowd, but it looked like she was more invested in the beer bottle someone had pressed into her hands than anything else. Even further up ahead was Ravus. He had his back to everyone else, hunched over a piece of paper he was furiously scribbling on. Presumably a letter to Luna. (They should really get Luna a phone, Noctis decided. The letter thing was becoming a bit…).
“We’ll…check in with the Imperial Commander shortly,” Ignis announced. “He looks…preoccupied. Best wait until all the madness dies down somewhat.”
“Roger,” Prompto said with a salute—such a rote gesture by now, but after surviving the day’s trials it made each one of them smile. Hearts soared to the sky as shoulders relaxed.
They realized little by little that they had made it. Success tasted sweet, like one of Ignis’s finely crafted cakes. The future looked alive with possibilities and duties that would need sorting through. But even weighty responsibility felt like a relief now the prospects of death and crushed destiny were gone.
The five young heroes (were they heroes? Well yeah, a little bit. Or a lot, you know, whatever) looked around at each other. They broke into slow, goofy grins. Eventually those grins turned sly.
Being alive was the best aphrodisiac in the world.
They found reasons to touch each other as they walked. Cool, off-hand gestures that did not have to be read as affectionate by anyone passing by. Gladiolus shoved Prompto with one shoulder, making the smaller blonde man look back at him with a mischievous smile. Ignis latched firmly onto Noctis’s elbow, like he was leading the young prince (well, king). Unable to stop himself, Noctis reached up and ruffled Ardyn’s unruly crimson hair. Hard. With a silly giggle as well.
Ardyn looked back at Noctis with a startled expression—he had quite literally been roused from his thoughts.
But Noctis just laughed harder when he saw that look. His stomach felt light and airy, just this shy of giddy. He remembered being in the Beyond with Ardyn—couldn’t fucking believe they had just gone in there and made it back all in one day. It made his head feel like it was spinning. How could that place (another dimension?) be real? The Draconian…oh right, damn. They had actually met the Draconian.
Noctis snorted another giggle, falling forward onto Ardyn’s shoulder. Damn, he almost felt drunk.
Live your life as you so desire. Bahamut had said.
Well, he could do that. Was it really that simple? Was he dreaming? Noctis opened and closed his fists a few times to ground himself in reality. His skin felt real. Ignis’s hand on his arm felt real. Ardyn felt real. These guys…his friends, boyfriends, his lovers. His family. They were all here with him.
Warmth lined with an unyielding kind of happiness flooded the king’s body. He wanted to jump on Ardyn’s back and ride the older man the rest of the way like they were high school kids playing rough. He bet Ardyn would absolutely hate that shit. (But, Noctis knew, whenever Ardyn showed like he hated something it was just because it was new for him, something he had not experienced before, or at least not in a long time. Ardyn loved any kind of attention—that much was obvious. Even if he pretended to be mad a lot of the time, he was really just adjusting slowly and needed to put on a mad face to protect himself.)
So, hell with it.
Grabbing both of Ardyn’s shoulders, Noctis hoisted himself up and latched onto Ardyn’s waist with his knees. The older man groaned with the extra weight and bent forward, stumbling a little as he found his balance.
Prompto and Gladiolus burst into laughter when they saw Ardyn giving Noctis an unwelcome piggyback ride. Even Ignis chuckled behind one hand, holding the other in front of Ardyn to keep him from falling over.
Without thinking, Ardyn gripped Noctis’s knees to keep him in place. The others saw that move and broke into another round of giggles to think that Ardyn was actually okay with all of this. (Which, judging by the disgruntled look on the older man’s face, he most certainly was not.)
Noctis fought back his laughter and buried his face in Ardyn’s wavy hair. Inhaling deeply, Noctis let himself feel the bond that had formed between them—made even stronger by everything that happened in the Crystal. Ardyn had not betrayed him. Ardyn was not going to. Ever. He was always going to be with Noctis, just like the other guys. Protecting him, fighting by his side.
Nothing meant more to the young king.
“How is it, Noct?” Prompto chortled, pointing at the two of them. “How’s the ride so far?”
“Tch,” Noctis wrapped his arms around Ardyn’s neck possessively. “Don’t you know? I thought you rode him back in Caem.”
Gladiolus and Prompto laughed even harder at that. Meanwhile Ardyn tugged at Noctis’s arm around his throat, fighting for more breathing room.
Although his mind still felt hazy and disoriented, Ardyn knew enough to be somewhat embarrassed by that lewd comment. He blushed accordingly and gritted his teeth, shaking his head.
Well, fine. If they were going to be like that…
“I seem to recall,” Ardyn began, shouldering all of Noctis’s weight a little better now that they had found their balance. “It was our own dear Prompto getting the ride of his life on that occasion.”
Gladiolus nudged Prompto as Noctis howled a long cry at the retaliation. Ardyn smirked accordingly. (Regardless, he remembered his and Prompto’s time together in Cape Came quite fondly.)
“Eh,” Prompto tilted his hand from side to side. “It was about fifty-fifty. Little bit of this, little bit of that. You know.”
“It’s cool, dude,” Noctis replied, shifting his weight up and down like he really was riding Ardyn’s ass. “We’ve all been there. Especially with this guy.”
“Indeed…” Ignis mused suddenly. The advisor averted his gaze, remembering his own personal time with the older man.
“Still can’t believe he could handle you, Iggy,” Gladiolus remarked, pulling the bespectacled man in for a one-armed hug. “I mean….damn. I remember my first time taking that Leviathan in your pants. It was…whoa.”
“Shit, yeah,” Prompto agreed.
Noctis giggled and rubbed his face against the crimson locks in his eyes. He was downright fetishizing Ardyn’s hair at this point and he didn’t even care. “Yup. Everyone remembers their first time with Ignis….” Noctis ended with a happy sigh.
Feeling himself growing hard in his jeans, Noctis pressed down against Ardyn (kind of amazing Ardyn was actually strong enough to carry him. This guy had come such a long way since he first woke up after losing the daemons…back then he could barely lift a fork. Now he was deadlifting Noctis across Gralea. Not bad, not bad.)
Smiling with satisfaction, the king downright purred in Ardyn’s ear. He was so unbelievably horny right now. Their victory, these guys, their future. Noctis wanted everything. Every small fucking bit of it and he was not going to compromise for less.
“Did you like that?” Noctis whispered against the shell of Ardyn’s ear. “Did you like getting wrecked on Iggy’s long-ass cock? He can get all the way inside you. Places you didn't even know you had. Right?”
For his part, Ignis was red up to his ears. He looked more like a fiery flan in glasses than anything else. “That’s…” he choked, adjusting his glasses and searching for the words. “…more than sufficient, I think, Highness…”
Ardyn took a deep breath to steady himself. These guys were just teasing him now. Well, teasing each other. And that included him.
As it…should, the older man realized. He was one of them now. A member of their party and a part of their…polyamorous arrangement. No denying any of that now. This was what he had chosen after all. In the eyes of Bahamut Himself.
A wave of weariness crashed over Ardyn. He felt so, so old suddenly. He had just seen the pitiful moments of his life stretched out before him like they were happening all over again. All those feelings from long ago…unearthed after so long. The rejection, the fear. Crying in his mother’s arms. The anger, the pain. So much pain…being dragged through the streets. Torture. Loneliness. Madness.
Now this.
The Draconian was just going to let them go, let them go on with their mortal existences. Because essentially yes, the curse had been lifted. Debts had been paid and so forth.
But Ardyn had still lived that life. The one he saw in the Beyond.
Actually, Ardyn figured he had probably lived several hundred lives by now. Each one more twisted than the last. He was going to have to carry all those lives with him until he perished.
And yet, he knew. He would not be carrying them alone.
How…how, in all the hells and heavens known to the gods, had he ended up here? With them? Being goaded into a normal life with a loving relationship? How did he know he could tell these men everything—every dark, ugly kernel of his truth—and expect that they would still want to be with him?
Because. He just knew. He knew them. If he didn’t, he never would have been able to pass Bahamut’s test.
He could tell them. He would stay with them.
They were his.
“Noctis—” As soon as Ardyn opened his mouth to saying something (probably an unlooked for, embarrassing something), he tripped over an uneven patch of earth. Almost sent himself and Noctis tumbling to the ground. He fell on one knee, groaning with the effort of staying upright.
The king scurried off Ardyn’s back and grabbed his hand to help him up. Gladiolus reached the older man’s other side, effectively righting him on his feet in one swift movement.
“You okay?” Noctis asked, dusting some dirt from Ardyn’s knees. “Was I too heavy?”
Ardyn shook his head. He was breathing heavily, as if unable to catch his breath. “No…not that. Not…you, I mean.”
The raven-haired young man frowned. “…Hmm?”
“Don’t worry.” Gladiolus patted Ardyn hard on the back. “We got you, man.”
“I know,” Ardyn answered right away. He looked up at Gladiolus with a dazed expression and swept his hand across one of the Shield’s rugged, scarred cheeks.
Now it was Gladiolus’s turn to frown. He glanced back at Noctis, clearly confused.
“Uh….” Prompto stood in front Ardyn, resting the older man’s chin in his hand and inspecting both sides of his face. Trying to figure out what was wrong with him. “…I think the big guy might still be a little woozy from the Crystal.”
Well. It was accurate enough.
Ardyn closed his eyes. He covered Prompto’s hands with his own. These small, slim fingers, covered in callouses from target practice…Ardyn knew these hands. These hands knew him. Saying nothing, he bent down and laid several kisses to the backs of Prompto’s knuckles.
“So…yeah, that answers that question…” Noctis commented, tapping Ardyn on the shoulder to snap him out of his momentary trance. “Think Prompto might be right.”
“At any rate, the inn our army is using as temporary barracks is right up ahead,” Ignis pointed out. They were nearing the edge of Zegnatus Keep and approaching the actual city of Gralea. “Let’s just make it to a room, shall we?”
The capital city of Niflheim was actually quite beautiful, when seen in the light of day. Unfortunately for the Empire, many of its citizens had self-evacuated after the end of the Scourge when it was clear the Empire was prime to self-destruct. As such, the modern and intricately crafted city had been in disarray for a few months now. There was a hotel at the city limits (a small, chain place that was nicer than a motel but not nearly as nice the Leville or any of the places in Altissia) the Lucian army had converted to a medical station. Now that the fight was over, it was also being used as a place for the soldiers to bed down. The rooms, of course, were free and the keys to everything were around the back of the unattended front desk.
Noctis wondered how long this hotel had been abandoned. It had the same eerie feel as the rest of Niflheim—or at least it would have, if people were not currently using it as both an active hospital and a party crash pad.
Either way, it was far from a normal place to be.
Some soldiers saluted them as Ignis walked behind the desk and retrieved a room key. They saluted back awkwardly, grinning at some of the more outlandish spectacles happening around the lobby. Two women already engaged in passionate sex on a public couch (if anything, only spurred on by the eyes of everyone walking by). The buzzing sound of triage being performed just beyond a far set of doors. A man flat on his back across one desk, already asleep, with a bottle of booze tucked precariously in under one arm.
“What’s the room number you got there, Iggy?” Prompto asked hurriedly.
“876.” Ignis bounced his eyebrows as he surveyed another couple in the corner rounding second base. “Let’s…head upstairs, shall we?”
The elevator wasn’t working (not a great sign), so they had to walk.
“Couldn’t get anything on the first floor, huh?” Prompto whined, already out of breath after four flights of stairs.
“This was…the first one I found…” Ignis replied, strained.
But the sounds of a raucous time were evident on each floor. Clearly there were already many, many rooms being occupied. Noctis found himself proud of each person who had managed to crash here. These were, after all, the citizens he would (someday soon) be ruling…and these were people Noctis could relate to.
It gave him a good feeling, seeing people behave in a way that was just human. Honest. Needy, in a way, but only because freedom was not something many people could claim to have experience with.
Noctis could relate to them. In a way, he had never felt more like a common man—if this was considered common.
Finally they reached their room. Just walking down the hallway with the promise of a private place was making them all feel silly again. Prompto nearly tripped on the carpeting, grabbing onto Gladiolus at the last second to catch himself. Chuckling, Gladiolus decided to just deadlift Prompto and carry him bridal style into their hotel suite.
“My hero!” Prompto cried as he was carried over the threshold.
Noctis held his stomach as he roared with laughter, pulling Ardyn into the room by his shirt collar while Ignis shakily locked the door behind them.
Alone at last. They felt the comfort of four walls and five bodies as soon as the door closed.
Gladiolus deposited Prompto whole-body onto the bed. The blonde flopped around like a fish out of water for a few moments, then he scrambled into a sitting position and yanked Gladiolus down on top of him. Before they could throw out any more quips, Prompto started kissing Gladiolus as hard as he could.
The others watched them for a second or two. Prompto’s mouth was open all the way as he shamelessly tongued Gladiolus’s face, moaning and pawing at the Shield’s clothes. Gladiolus muttered a few dark, dirty things to Prompto as the MT worked. Things like, “Good thing we found a place to stay. Otherwise I would of just fucked you right there on the battlefield where everyone else could see.”
“Mmmm…” Prompto groaned, hips twitching as his straining groin searched for friction.
Gladiolus latched his hands onto Prompto’s waist and undid the younger man’s pants. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he mumbled, pulling Prompto out of his clothes. “I knew you were the type of guy who likes an audience…”
“Same goes for you, right?” Prompto asked. He cradled Gladiolus’s head in his hands and kissed him again.
Sensing the drastic shift in mood—going from giddy and stupid to totally hot without blinking an eye—Ignis and Noctis turned to each other. They wrapped each other in an intimate, full-body embrace as their mouths met eagerly.
“Highness…Noct…” Ignis whispered, caressing his liege’s face. “I am floored by all you have accomplished. I never doubted you for a second. My sweet boy, my love, my lord…my king…”
Another second ticked by and suddenly Ignis was on his knees, unbuckling Noctis’s pants with singleminded determination. The advisor pulled out the king’s already erect, proud cock and pounced on it like he needed it to live. Like that cock was essential to his own survival, the same as air and water. Ignis deep throated Noctis all at once, burying his face up against Noctis’s exposed pubic hair, those tight black curls that were by far the coarsest part of the young man’s body.
“Ah! Ignis, fuck…” Noctis’s hand burrowed into Ignis’s styled pompadour. He faltered as he withstood the intense pleasure of a warm throat around his trembling dick, taking a step back to stay on his feet. “I could never have done it without you Ignis…oh…I love you, Iggy…”
Ignis slurped Noctis’s cock for a moment longer, before pulling back to say, “I love you too, your majesty.”
“Ah!”
Ardyn tore his eyes away from that scene to glance back over at the bed. Gladiolus and Prompto were both naked now, running their hands all over each other’s bodies. The Shield turned to Ardyn and gave him a full-toothed grin. Then, he threw Prompto’s legs up over younger man’s own head (basically folding him in half) and starting lapping at Prompto’s asshole. The gunner screamed in response, scooting away from Gladiolus on extinct as he tried to manage the intense pleasure of being rimmed.
But Gladiolus just shifted their angle until he was facing their older spectator. He made eye contact with Ardyn again and went back to Prompto, keeping his gaze locked with Ardyn’s as he worked his tongue all over Prompto’s rim. That flat, wide tongue worked with such succinct precision…Ardyn licked his lips as he watched, feeling himself already unreasonably hard. His own asshole started to twitch as he registered the look of mind-blown pleasure on Prompto’s face.
It looked like Gladiolus’s tongue was taking Prompto to new heights. The blonde’s eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth ran on in a babbling stream of words, “No…ah, Gladio…sensitive there! Ah! Shit! I’m….you’re gonna make me…!”
All these delicious sights. Ardyn forced his eyes closed. Then he ripped them open again in a fit of rage—testing to make sure this was real and not some trick of the Astrals. Another test…?
No, it couldn’t be. The Astrals could never think up something as obscene as this. Four men giving each other oral sex in a variety of new, exciting ways. The things Ignis did with his throat, while Gladiolus ate out Prompto like the boy’s ass was a very delicious helping of Cup Noodles.
Ardyn shook his head and smiled. Nope. This was reality. Pure, messy, filthy, cruel, wonderful reality.
At least, this was his reality now. Yes.
Feeling an intense surge of desire—mixed with pride at the knowledge that these men were all his, in their own way—Ardyn began undressing himself. He weighed his options—far from feeling left out, Ardyn instead felt like he was being presented with a paradisiacal buffet. Which pair would he descend upon first? He could shove his dick down Prompto’s throat, and oh, that would be marvelous…or he could crawl behind Ignis and pound into that man until the bespectacled advisor screamed as hard as he had that night in Cartanica. But then there was Noctis to consider, his face contorted in pleasure thanks to Ignis’s fine ability…and Gladiolus, with his tongue and hands driving Prompto closer to heaven.
How could he manage to enjoy all of them at the same time? Was it even possible? He wanted them all! Taking them one at a time just wouldn’t be enough right now.
Ardyn stood there in his boxers, flicking his eyes back and forth between the two scenes. His length was at full attention, jutting out in front of him like a pronouncement. His hands itched at his sides, desperate to touch something…one of them…some warm, familiar flesh…
“Ardyn.”
He whipped around to face Noctis when he heard his name. The king was reaching out to him with both hands. “Come over here.”
Unwilling (and entirely unable) to say no to that, Ardyn stumbled over to Noctis and Ignis. The advisor moved his head out from Noctis’s crotch for a moment as Ardyn fell into Noctis’s arms.
The older man twitched when the king’s hands touched his skin. He didn’t know why. Maybe because of how incredibly aroused he was. Or maybe because it was Noctis, the True Light. Or perhaps…because of all the wretched memories he had just relived. The feeling of whips and fists and blades and tools on his skin…the daemons lapping at him from the inside out. And now, here was Noctis’s sweet touch. The calm, loving embrace of his Beloved.
Stuttering out a moan, Ardyn pressed his face into Noctis’s neck. This smell. This feeling of soft skin on his own…Ardyn was so happy. Grateful. Revived. He had gotten to experience this again in his lifetime. He would get to feel this whenever he desired…
It was almost too much. He hid his eyes against the king’s shoulder.
The younger man twisted his fingers in the crimson hair he adored so much and said, “Ardyn, thanks for coming with me. I really needed you. And I…saw what you did in there. With Bahamut. You were trying to protect me, weren’t you?
“Mmm.” Ardyn nodded against Noctis’s skin, recalling how he had pitifully (and fruitlessly) attempted to shield Noctis from Bahamut’s looming judgement.
Noctis hugged Ardyn’s head, squeezing the older man to him like something he cherished. “Heh, yeah. I love you, Ardyn. You know that?”
“…Ngh.” Unable to say anything coherent, Ardyn just nodded again.
He felt the wetness staining Noctis’s arm, rubbing against his own eyes. He knew what was happening. But he chose not to acknowledge it. If he were to mention something like that—here, now—then Ardyn might just collapse and cease to exist all together. There was so much of himself he had lost these past few weeks, and so much of himself he had found. This—these tears—was another thing to add to the list. But it would be the final straw. Ardyn just didn’t know if he could take any more.
Noctis took Ardyn’s head in both his hands. He raised the man’s face until they were looking at each other. Saying nothing, Noctis wiped away his older companion’s tears with both thumbs. Then he placed a soft kiss on each of Ardyn’s irritated eyes.
“Noct…I…” Ardyn fought with himself as he tried to say it. He had once said these words so easily—flippantly, to any who deigned to sleep with him back in his youth. But now…as he felt Noctis’s honest love, Ardyn could not work up the nerve to say them. They seemed like too much and yet not enough all at once.
Nodding in quiet understanding, Noctis just smiled. “I know,” the young king promised him.
Of course he already knew. It was obvious by now how much Ardyn loved Noctis. How much he loved all of them.
Not asking for anything more than that, Noctis pulled Ardyn in for a gentle kiss. Their lips met without any resistance. Ardyn’s tears fell away after that, as a deep-seated warmth awoke inside of him. This connection between them all—the one that had started as something just from the body, a physical need—rose up again. Ardyn’s knees went weak and his cock lifted eagerly again. He wanted to be with them. No, he needed it. These four bodies were his connection to everything living, what had brought him back from ages in the darkness.
Fuck…he needed it. Some pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock without even being touched. He needed the reassuring pleasure only these men could give him.
As he kissed Noctis, Ardyn felt his boxers being slipped down from his hips until he was exposed. Then he felt a devilishly slow stroke on his dick. Long fingers, easy and controlled. Ignis. He looked down and was met with the sight of Ignis, on his knees in between Noctis and Ardyn, making eye contact with Ardyn as he lazily stroked the older man.
“Shall I serve you, as well, your Highness?” Ignis asked the former prince coyly.
Grunting in arousal, Ardyn locked his sights onto Ignis’s lips and silently wished he could feel that delicate, well-formed little mouth on his aching hardness.
Smiling, Ignis complied with the former immortal’s unspoken desire. He leaned forward and lapped at Ardyn with a face full of enjoyment. He kept his eyes open to gauge the reactions from his older companion, but his lids went heavy as he relished Ardyn’s taste.
Ardyn shuddered a sigh, gripping Noctis’s shoulders as Ignis’s tongue sent him reeling.
“Mmm…” Ignis said, smacking his lips together. “My lord, you taste…sticky and somehow…sweet. Like a bit of tree sap or just-ripe fruit.” The advisor cocked his head interestedly, licking his lips to chase the taste. “Exquisite. Does your cock-head have some preternatural ability I am not aware of, Highness?”
The former immortal moaned brokenly. Ignis waxing poetic about his dick was not only surprisingly (unfairly) hot, it was also a harsh, rousing stroke to his ego. Something that had not been voluntarily pleasured in quite a few ages. Ardyn wanted to grip Ignis by the hair and fuck his mouth, but he could not bear to lose sight of the bespectacled man so lewdly sucking him. Ignis did not have the suction that Prompto had when it came to blowjobs, but…his tongue. That hellishly smart tongue.
It would be the death of him.
Noctis kissed the side of Ardyn’s face and downward, nipping gently against the older man’s sensitive neck. Giving in immediately, Ardyn bent his head to the side to give Noctis more access. Small, fiery bursts of pleasure ran up and down his body, making goosebumps break out across his flesh. He could probably cum just like this…
He felt a heavy presence drop to the floor behind him. Before he could turn around, Ardyn saw Prompto sneaking behind Noctis. The MT bounced his eyebrows mischievously and got down on his knees. Ardyn gasped as he saw Prompto casually spread Noctis’s ass cheeks and bend forward.
At the same time he watched Prompto lick the king’s most coveted entrance, Ardyn felt a thumbs spreading his own ass as well, and a tongue right there. He yelped in surprise, confusedly thinking he was feeling Noctis’s pleasure.
But then he turned around and saw Gladiolus. On his knees, face buried against Ardyn’s ass. That thick tongue flicked Ardyn’s rim and fluttered against his hole.
“Ah…” Noctis and Ardyn said in unison.
They were being pleasured the same way, by three different men. Prompto and Gladiolus in back, while Ignis alternated his attention between both of their cocks, one in each hand. Finally Ignis brought their cocks together and stretched his mouth as wide as he could. Using the acrobatic skills of a man who lived for this stuff, Ignis sucked the tips of both their dicks into his mouth.
“Oh! Ah, shit…” the Caelums muttered one by one.
Their erections slid against each other in Ignis’s mouth. Warm and slippery. They both wanted to rut forward into Ignis’s throat but…that would probably have been quite damaging to their beloved advisor. So instead they leaned forward and kissed each other hard, feeling connected in a way that was difficult to describe. Their cocks and assholes, their mouths…every erogenous part of their body was feeling the same pleasure. The object of the three retainers’ attention.
And, beyond that, the five of them were together. Finally.
The touches were great (Gladiolus knew what the hell he was doing back there, spearing his tongue into Ardyn’s loosening entrance and making the older man tremble). But the angle was a little difficult. It would be hard for either of them to actually achieve orgasm like this. More like, all of this pleasurable attention was enough to stir them up into a fever pitch. Until Ardyn and Noctis were both desperate for more.
Pulling away from their sloppy kiss, Noctis growled in frustration, “Guys, that’s enough! Come on, we’re blue-balling here!”
The other three stopped their ministrations at the same time. Gladiolus chuckled darkly. “Are you, now?” He fingered Ardyn’s balls teasingly, making the older man quiver. “Seems fine to me.”
“Yeah, but…” Prompto pushed himself up onto his feet. “We all know how dramatic Noct can get. Especially when he’s all worked up.”
“Heh, yup,” Gladiolus agreed, standing as well. “Can’t edge our prince any more than two whole times before he starts to get whiny and needy…same with Ardyn, actually, now that I think about it. Only got two rounds out of him before he begged to come.”
The Shield wrapped his hands around Ardyn’s waist and kissed his shoulders affectionately. Ardyn, of course, recalled the experience. He had not exactly…shared that encounter with the rest of them. But Gladiolus spoke nothing but the truth. So…well, it was out there now. Ardyn glanced at Noctis and saw the young man breaking out into a blush, even while he looked curiously back the former immortal.
Perhaps they were alike in a lot of ways.
Prompto giggled in amusement. “Geez…these royalty types are pretty impatient, huh?”
“So it would seem,” Ignis threw in, leaning back into a sitting position. “Well then. Any suggestions, gentlemen?”
“I’m gonna fuck all of you,” Noctis threatened, hooking one arm around Prompto’s waist and attacking the blonde’s throat with kisses in retaliation.
“Haha!” Prompto nuzzled Noctis’s face, but pushed his lover away slightly. “That’s nice, Noct, but we were thinking of a group round instead of you just running train on all of us.”
“Yeah, I’m getting in on this,” Gladiolus promised. He stomped over to Noctis and Prompto. Grinning from ear to ear, he gripped the king’s hips and pushed them up against his own waist suggestively.
Noctis’s eyes widened as he realized what Gladiolus was asking for. He leaned back and kissed his Shield on the mouth. Clearly accepting the offer. The king even bent forward slightly, baring himself a little more, and reached for Gladiolus’s substantial cock. He gave the bigger man a few cursory squeezes while everyone else watched hungrily.
Turning away from his eager lover, Noctis looked back at the rest of them. “Alright, fine. But I’m definitely fucking Ardyn.”
The former immortal flinched as he heard his name. It was…surprising to hear in that context. He stared at Noctis, eyeing the king from head to toe and settling his gaze on that slim, vainly curved cock the small man possessed.
“Sorry, but I just…have to,” Noctis told them with an apologetic smile.
Prompto clapped appreciatively. “I like the sound of that!” He turned to Ignis and held out his hands. “Come here, Iggy. We have seriously got to get you out of those clothes.”
Ignis accepted the hands and rose into a standing position. He peppered Prompto’s mouth with kisses, nodding his consent. “Much obliged, thank you.”
“No problem.” With that, Prompto deftly began removing Ignis’s clothes piece by piece. He knew his way around the advisor’s old-fashioned, somewhat complicated outfit. What with the shirt-stays and sock garters…it was actually rather impressive to watch.
Meanwhile, Gladiolus stripped Noctis of everything else the king was wearing. It put them all on equal ground. By this point, all five of them were naked. They looked around at each other with satisfied smirks.
Scratching his chest distractedly, Gladiolus walked over to the bedside dresser. “Wonder if this place has any lube?”
“Yes, I daresay we left our trusty bottle in the Regalia…” Ignis admitted. The spare tube of ‘hand cream’ he kept on him at all times would not be enough for all of them.
“And the one in the Armiger is running out,” Prompto added, his hands roaming up and down Ignis’s toned chest.
Ardyn could not help shaking his head in disbelief. This men were outrageous…storing lube in the Armiger…could the Crystal’s power be used for anything more homoerotic than that? But actually, Ardyn loved the idea. More than anything, he wished he had thought of doing that in his own time.
“Jackpot.” Gladiolus came up brandishing a fresh bottle of generic lubricant. It was a Niflheim brand that only Ardyn was familiar with. He smiled as he saw it, realizing that for all it was worth, Niflheim was a little more sexually liberated than Lucis. At least here, people would be expecting a bottle of such a thing in any average hotel.
“It’ll do,” Noctis said, nodding in approval. “Pass it to me.”
Gladiolus’s eyes twinkled. “As you wish, your majesty.” He tossed the bottle to Noctis in a slow, under-hand pass.
Catching it against his chest, Noctis smiled eagerly. He looked back at Ardyn and gave him a one-armed shrug. “So? You want to?”
This boy…Ardyn shook his head again. Even after everything—after all of that earlier, the declarations of love—Noctis still came off as unconfident. How could Ardyn show him that his own body, for all intents and purposes, truly belonged to Noctis? That nothing the boy desired of him would be out of the question, as long as Ardyn was in his right mind and fully able to appreciate the experience.
Well, he could think of a way.
Ardyn approached Noctis slowly. His gold-flecked eyes swept around the room expressively. “Here?” he asked.
Noctis nodded. He glanced down at the floor. “Yeah.”
Even after everything, Ardyn had to admit that he did not love the idea of kneeling on the dirty hotel floor to be fucked. He eyed the carpet warily and then glanced back at Noctis’s cock, assuring himself that it would be worth it in the end to feel that wonderful manhood inside of him.
Before he could deliberate further, Ardyn felt hands on his shoulders pushing him down. Not fighting it, he let himself be pushed to the floor into a sitting position. When he looked back he saw it was Ignis, who had sat down alongside him.
Well, if Ignis was down here with him, then…how could Ardyn complain?
Hazel eyes bursting with nothing but love, Ignis pulled Ardyn closer to him for a sweet kiss. These familiar lips…Ardyn let Ignis manipulate the kiss however he liked. There was a sweet pulse of desire inside his chest that was suddenly begging for Ignis to take control of him. He did not know where it came from. He only knew that no matter what, Ardyn could always trust Ignis to be gentle with him.
He could trust all of them the same way.
They heard kissing sounds coming from above. An upward glance revealed Noctis and Gladiolus familiarizing themselves with each other, while Prompto licked each of their sculpted chests in turns. The blonde looked like he was whole-heartedly worshipping the two of them, like he did not love anything nearly as much.
Smiling encouragingly, Ignis guided Ardyn onto his knees. “Will you be comfortable like this?” the advisor asked, gesturing to Ardyn’s bare knees on the floor.
“It’s fine…” Ardyn replied, testing his weight. Really, Ignis did not need to baby him so much…
“Hmmm…” Hearing none of that, Ignis reached up to the bed and grabbed the comforter. In one harsh tug, he pulled the blanket off the bed and spread it out on the floor. He gestured for Ardyn to come lean on that.
Sighing at the excessive treatment (but secretly relieved to have some cushioning against his not-exactly-young joints), Ardyn adjusted himself until he was kneeling on the realigned comforter. Actually this was a lot more manageable…Ardyn nestled down onto his hands and knees.
“Nice and relaxed?”
Ardyn glanced behind him and saw Noctis kneeling down behind him. He smiled at the younger man, noting the way Noctis’s eyes were shimmering with both excitement and small bit of uncertainty. Perhaps because this was only their second time together, ever.
“Come now, Noct…” Ardyn drawled, spreading his legs apart a little wider. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet?”
Noctis sputtered a laugh, then gestured down to his hard cock. “What does it look like?”
Ardyn mewled a small sound of anticipation. He let himself be heard, for Noctis’s sake. “It looks like you’re more than ready for me…show me a good time, won’t you?”
The king nodded in response. “Fuck yeah, I will…” he muttered under his breath.
Pouring some lube onto his fingers, Noctis took some time to prepare Ardyn. Those knowledgeable (but slightly shy) fingers in him, feeling around curiously…Ardyn spread his knees even further, taking a deep breath as he prepared his anxious body for what came next.
Suddenly, Prompto kneeled down next to him. He combed his hand through Ardyn’s unruly locks, and said, “Damn, I forget how good you look all spread out for us like this.”
Ardyn’s eyes fluttered closed. Noctis was pushing against his inner walls, searching for weak spots. It felt good. Being opened in a way they could all see. He wanted Gladiolus to stare at Noctis’s fingers working inside of him. He wanted Ignis and Prompto to get off on the sight just as much.
“Heh…” Prompto tilted Ardyn’s face upward so they were eye-to-eye. “Kind of makes a guy want a little something extra…”
From somewhere behind him, Ardyn could hear Gladiolus moaning and kissing Noctis’s body. It made Ardyn’s cock leap in excitement. They were all getting turned on, watching him on his knees for the king…
…And Ardyn himself was nothing short of enthralled by the idea. He gasped, rocking his hips backward to meet Noctis’s hand. Those fingers were starting to fuck him now. He was beginning to seek out the way they rubbed against him, so intimately. He wanted more.
Then Prompto leaned down and pressed a needy kiss to Ardyn’s lips. Beginning to lose himself to the pleasure of so much all at once, Ardyn kissed him back. Remembering how it felt when Prompto came apart with pleasure, Ardyn suddenly wanted very much to make sure Prompto came at least once because of him. In some way.
Pulling away from the kiss, Ardyn pressed his face into Prompto’s chest. He dragged his tongue along the younger man’s bony sternum, rubbing saliva everywhere, making a mess of him. Hardly caring about any of that, Ardyn searched for that one spot he knew would make Prompto bark and tremble.
“Anh…” the blonde groaned, realizing what Ardyn was doing. “Yeah, go for it…”
Grinning, open-mouthed, Ardyn slid his tongue in the small dip between Prompto’s ribcage. There. He pressed into that spot with a fair amount of force.
“Oh!” Prompto shook just from the sensation.
“What is it?” Ignis asked.
So. It appeared that Prompto had not exactly told the rest of them about this special place on his MT body. It…wasn’t that Prompto didn’t want to tell them. He definitely did! That was awesome, from a sex standpoint, but…he didn’t exactly know how to tell them. Like, ‘Hey guys, I have some weird magical core on my body that goes crazy when you press on it?’ Or, ‘Look what an MT can do? Now watch me spark?’
Even though he knew he was accepted, Prompto could not just say things like that as if they were normal. No matter what, Prompto knew he was definitely not normal. He didn’t need to draw more attention to that fact.
But like this, with Ardyn doing it…well, Prompto was fine with that. Nothing was normal about Ardyn. And this, the former immortal leering with his tongue out, licking him like some kind of crazy old pervert…Prompto could hardly claim to be bashful in a situation like that.
Ardyn forced his nose into that small magical center, making Prompto black out for a moment in utter pleasure.
“Whoa, Prom…” Noctis whispered. “You look like you’re glowing! What’s happening right now?”
Prompto shook his head, staring down at Ardyn and fighting the urge to kiss him. Wow, he really did love this ancient, weird dude. A lot. For better or worse, Ardyn had changed all their lives immeasurably. And Prompto liked to think it was for the better.
“Don’t know,” Prompto answered his friend breathlessly. “Ardyn says it’s…my core, or something? Like, where all the magical energy in my body is concentrated. I don’t really understand, but it feels…so fucking good…”
“Let me see.” Without waiting for an answer, Noctis leaned over Ardyn’s back and fingered that sensitive area on his friend’s chest.
Prompto’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Yeah…that’s it…”
“That’s awesome, Prom…” Noctis said, truly amazed. “I am gonna drive you absolutely crazy with this. Maybe not now, but soon. Very soon. I can’t fucking wait.”
“Yes, the possibilities are endless…” Ignis added when Noctis pulled back to line himself up with Ardyn’s ass. The advisor rubbed circles into Prompto’s core in fascination.
Okay, yeah. Prompto really should have told the guys about this sooner. Especially because right now was probably the worst time to be teasing that part of him—Prompto was already riled up from their foreplay. Now he felt like he might blow his load prematurely all over Ardyn’s depraved face…
“Alright.” Ardyn felt Noctis hands bracing his backside, while the king’s ample cock nudged his entrance. “Ready?”
Ardyn ground his teeth together. His heart hammered in his chest as he anticipated what these next few moments would feel like.
“Quite,” he replied. Nothing else needed to be said.
Taking a deep breath, Noctis plunged his cock inside Ardyn. The instant rush of hot, slick pleasure made the king fall forward onto the older man’s back. He pressed his forehead into Ardyn’s spine, telling himself to keep it together. He wanted to do this right, to give the former immortal as much pleasure as his body could withstand.
Like last time.
But…by the gods, this felt better than he remembered.
Ardyn howled in desire as Noctis pushed all the way inside of him. There it was again—that burst of white right behind his eyes. What the hell was that? A pulsating haze of light spreading all through him…it only happened when Noctis fucked him. Ardyn knew he should be alarmed by such a thing—a whiteness that made it difficult to see or speak around the intense, otherworldly pleasure—but he could not feel much of anything besides rapture.
This…his whole body bending, yielding to Noctis. Yielding to the man he had been waiting for these past two thousand years. His body knew. He did not quite understand how, but…his body knew this was Noctis. His Noct.
“Ah…gods…damn, Ardyn…” Noctis mumbled. “Why are you so…amazing…?”
“Shit, to hell with everything.” Gladiolus grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked up his fingers. “I gotta do this now or I’m gonna go insane…”
The Shield prepared his king with two rough fingers. The younger man tightened in response, pressing up harder into Ardyn. They both keened as Gladiolus stretched Noctis open. It was as if they were experiencing all of the same sensations—like before, but somehow more intense now that they were actually physically connected. Ardyn knew that Gladiolus’s fingers were thick and overbearing. He knew exactly what Noctis was going through.
“Oh, Gladio….” Noctis wrapped an arm backward, pulling his Shield closer to him. “I fucking love you, Gladio…so, so much…”
Gladiolus hummed deeply. He kissed his king passionately. “I love you too, Noct. Always have, always will. Now will you let me…?”
The bigger man rubbed the tip of his cock against Noctis’s lubed opening. Nodding wildly, Noctis leaned forward into Ardyn a little more. It gave Gladiolus more access to his body and pressed his cock deeper into the man in front of him.
Mumbling some inscrutable string of praise, Gladiolus slid his dick into Noctis inch by inch. He forgot to grab a condom—he had basically been out of his mind as soon as they all knelt down together on the floor. So Gladiolus tried to tell himself that he would go slow and that he would pull out before he came so he didn’t make any kind of trouble for Noctis…
…But. He had forgotten how sweet and tight their boyish king really was. Besides that, Gladiolus could see how each thrust of his cock pushed Noctis further inside Ardyn, as if he were somehow fucking both of them at the same time…forcing the king and the former immortal together every time he shifted his hips. It was an obscene kind of power. Needless to say, it went straight to Gladiolus’s head.
Ardyn felt it too. Losing his mind, he threw his head back and laughed. “Ah, there you are, Gladio!” he cried. “I can feel you pressing down on him…oh, yes…nnh, fuck him good and hard, now! For the both of us…mmm…”
Noctis caught Ardyn’s laugh and giggled. He was more or less losing it too, swallowed by pleasure from both sides. “Yes, fuck us Gladio…!”
“Whoa, I’m done, Ig…” Prompto whimpered, wrapping his fist around his cock and pumping furiously. There was no way he could sit by and watch this kind of thing without getting off…might as well jerk himself to the sight and get it over with.
Ignis was momentarily speechless, taking in every detail of the three men fucking each other senseless in front of him.
Ardyn immediately noticed that Prompto had started masturbating. The younger man’s cock was level with his face after all, and now there was a furiously busy hand bumping his nose on every stroke. The thought did not sit well with the older man—he wanted to be the one to bring Prompto his well-deserved climax.
Growling in displeasure, Ardyn pushed Prompto’s hand away. Before Prompto could utter a word in protest, the former immortal wrapped his lips around the blonde’s cock and sucked for all he was worth.
Yes. That pink, eager little cock. Ardyn could do quite a lot with this. He rolled his tongue over Prompto’s head, letting the motion of Noctis' and Gladiolus’ coupling rock his mouth back and forth.
“Oh, oh…” Prompto scrabbled for purchase on Ardyn’s shoulders. He tried to push the older man away at first, knowing he was definitely (no question) going to come in Ardyn’s mouth. And that was…rude or something, right?
But after a few seconds, being pulled into the force of all four of them fucking, Prompto gave up. No choice. He couldn’t fight this. So, he angled his hips in a way that allowed his cock to slide down Ardyn’s throat every time Noctis and Gladiolus thrust forward.
This was what he needed, Ardyn realized. Just this. To be opened from both ends, letting these men take their pleasure from him in any way they could. He let all of his inhibitions go, driven mad by the way his untouched cock slapped against his stomach over and over.
Without even being fully away of himself, Ardyn reached forward with one hand. Searching for Ignis.
That was the sight that finally forced Ignis out of his stupor. Ardyn reaching for him. While the advisor sorely wished he could just sit back on his heels and observe his lovers pleasuring themselves into bliss…well, he could not. He needed to be with them. They needed to be in this together.
Shaking his head to clear it, Ignis laid down flat on his back. Again making use of his acrobatics, he shimmied underneath Ardyn until his mouth made contact with the older man’s yearning cock. Like this, Ardyn was able to fuck Ignis’s clever mouth without even needing to exert any energy. The force of their connection was enough.
Ignis had not been lying earlier. He truly was captivated by the taste of Ardyn’s manhood. He could not remember ever tasting another one like it…and the taste itself was something familiar yet puzzling. Adjusting the angle, Ignis eagerly milked Ardyn’s dick as hard as he could.
“Iggy…”
Without needing to be told, Ardyn and Prompto both felt around for Ignis’s length. They found it at the same time, lacing their fingers together as they stroked that long cock with quick hands. Prompto would admit that Ardyn was doing most of the work, squeezing Ignis tight. As if Ardyn wanted to forcefully pull an orgasm out of the bespectacled man.
He would get what he wanted. There, Ardyn skewered between Noctis and Prompto, with Gladiolus pounding into Noctis from behind, and Ignis on his back underneath Ardyn. They could all get what they wanted.
“Mmm, I can’t…I’m…” Gladiolus grunted, nearly his end.
“Come on, come on…comeon…cum…” Prompto muttered incoherently. His hips slapped Ardyn’s chin.
The muffled moans from Ardyn and Ignis got higher, more desperate. They were getting closer.
“You guys…” Noctis groaned. They had all turned into one big fuck pile now and Noctis wouldn’t have it any other way. This was the future he had been granted. This was exactly what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.
“…you guys…are the best…!”
One after the other, they reached a climax. It was impossible to tell who went first, but it started a chain reaction. Emptying themselves down throats, inside bodies, spilling onto the blanket underneath…they stayed glued together until the last shiver reverberated through their five-way connection.
Riding the end of his orgasm, Prompto pulled away from Ardyn. A string of his cum spilled down Ardyn’s face, and Prompto felt distantly bad about that. But he was also rapidly falling into the head space where he couldn’t care about anything. He laid down on his back, cradling Ardyn’s head on his stomach.
Ignis slid out from underneath Ardyn and forced himself into a sitting position. That had—most assuredly—been their most amazing, intuitive time together. Like they were one person, one mind…incredible. And as much as Ignis wanted to fall into a blissed-out sleep, he needed to tend to Noctis.
Gladiolus gently dislodged himself from the king, wincing regretfully when a cascade of semen followed him. He really should have remembered the rubber…
“You okay, Noct?” Gladiolus asked, rubbing soothing circles into Noctis’s back.
Face first between Ardyn’s shoulder blades, Noctis just nodded. That orgasm…he could not remember another one like it. So ridiculously intense. Like part of his soul had been pushed out with the rest of his cum, leaving him a shaking mess afterwards.
He knew Gladiolus had wrecked his ass, but he was alright with that for the time being.
“I’ll…get us some towels,” Ignis offered, rising unsteadily to his feet. Gladiolus caught Ignis by the hips and helped him find his balance.
Noctis bent forward to check on Ardyn. He saw that the older man’s eyes were open. They were glazed over and unfocused, but at least Ardyn was conscious.
“Hey…” Noctis said softly, pushing back some of Ardyn’s hair to clear his face. “…you still good?”
Ardyn blinked slowly. He supposed he was good. Yeah. If being completely emptied was good. Which it was, judging by how utterly rested he felt right in that moment.
Everything he had been, everything of his former self—the darkness, the daemons, the hatred, all of it—was gone now. Ardyn knew that for certain. After such a thorough, mutual fucking…feeling like he had reached perfect synergy with these four men…Ardyn knew he was changed for good. For the rest of his life.
This must be the power of light. Hell of a thing.
Ardyn nodded, swallowing the drool that had slipped out of his mouth (onto Prompto’s stomach) when he was unaware.
“Yes…” he answered, sounding the most self-assured Noctis had ever heard. “I’m alright. I am at peace.”
A true peace.
~~~The end~~~