*I really didn't think I would get this much writing done over the holiday, but man, I've been getting so much positive feedback that my fingers are just itching to type. Requests have been considered. ;3 Also, check out my other works if you're a fan of Cindy/Prompto or Prompto/Noctis. I've done a few. ON WITH THE STORY!

SHED SOME LIGHT ON THINGS

CHAPTER 4

The first thing Prompto felt when he woke up was a faint breath on his neck and an arm draped over his midsection. It must have been cloudy outside because it still seemed dark in the tent. He heard milling around the fire and the shuffle of pots and pans, so at least he knew Ignis was up. There was a slight crispness to the air and he still wasn't wearing the pants he'd kicked off last night. A breeze cut through the tent and Prompto was reminded that they were 200 stories in the air. He shivered slightly and backed into Noct's body heat behind him.

He could feel his friend…lover…whatever they were, shift and tighten his grip around Prompto's abs. The breathing changed and he suspected Noctis was waking up. The breath on his neck got closer, and hotter sending goosebumps down his arms. He shuttered, only partially from the chill in the air.

The hand around his waist traveled up slightly, tracing over his well-earned abs before calloused fingers inched their way across his chest. Noct was being especially slow compared to their 'Clash of the Hormones' episode the previous night. Thinking about it made him moan lightly against the caresses and blood pooled slowly downward. The amazing orgasm he had only eight or so hours ago was explosive, but if Noct kept this up he might just have to go again.

Based on the firmness pressing into his backside he guessed Noct felt the same. "Morning," he whispered in case Gladio was still in the tent behind them. "If you keep that up Ignis might have to pretend he didn't hear us again." Noct's hand left his abs and traced down, intentionally going wide of where Prompto wanted to be touched. Instead he applied pressure on Prompto's hip and slowly ground forward into him. He could feel the trace of lips on the back of his neck, causing him to whimper and back into the growing member behind him. He moaned sleepily.

Prompto could hear Ignis' voice outside ask, "Did you want bacon or sausage with breakfast?"

"Bacon, please," replied Noctis from outside the tent.

Prompto's eyes shot open and glanced down. The tan arm wrapped around him was covered in a tattoo of black and gray feathers. His heart did a flip in his ribcage as he tried to pull away, but Gladio's strong arm wrapped around his chest while the other hand came around to cover his mouth. "Shhhh," he whispered into Prompto's ear. The edges of his beard rubbed the skin on his neck. "I'm going to let you go in a second and then walk outside. Sorry for being a dick last night. I'm an aggressive drunk and you rubbed me the wrong way… mostly. I'm glad you finally figured yourself out with Noct, but just in case you want to play expert mode, you know where to find me." Gladio ran a canine lightly along Prompto's shoulder. "Come prepared if you do."

As promised, he let the smaller man go and stood up. Rearranging himself in his pants a moment before him amber eyes looked down at blue with an air of hunger. He gave Prompto an almost playful wink before grabbing his boots and headed outside. "Do I smell bacon?" he said casually once he stepped into the open and zipped up the tent behind him.

Prompto still lay on the padded floor of the tent, dumbstruck. He probably should feel violated or mad, but the tent in his boxers explained otherwise. Two fantasies come to life in twenty four hours. Holy shit.

He could still feel the weight of those arms around him and the breath on his neck. He reached up and traced a finger along the line Gladio's canine left. Those amber eyes of his left a burn on Prompto, in a way he couldn't explain.

He'd just spent the night with Noct and as fantastic as it was, that should have been enough. More than enough, but… Gladio was a whole different flavor; Noct was Peppery Daggerquill Rice and Gladio was Meldacio Meat Pie. Two of his favorite meals, depending on his mood.

In a mixture of confusion, anger, and lust, Prompto licked his palm and slid his hand below the waistline of his boxers. Laying back on the padded tent floor he draped his free arm over his eyes. He couldn't very well go outside like this.

Later that evening…

Ignis felt his way out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He dried his hair and ran a brush through it not much caring what it might look like since he was headed to bed anyway. Following the strip of carpeting that ran from the bathroom to his dresser he reached three drawers down and felt to his right for the flannel sleep pants he rolled just so. Sliding them on he called out to the room, "Okay, Moogle," a ku-po sounded, "What's on the schedule tomorrow?"

A voice emanated from his phone, "At eleven in the morning you have a meeting with Cor Leonis for the City Guard Uniform Inspection," Ignis groaned. He hated uniform inspections. He couldn't see a damned thing and he was just there as a representor of the King. Cor really could do it alone considering he was on the Royal Council and the leader of the City Guard. The voice continued, "At two in the afternoon you have a haircut appointment. At three in the afternoon you have an appointment for a suit tailoring."

Ignis slid into bed. "Set a reminder for eight in the morning. Reschedule tailoring appointment to four in the afternoon." His barber always ran late.

"Okay," said the voice. "Is there anything else?"

"Tomorrow's weather forecast."

"Seventy percent chance of rain with windy conditions. A high of fifty-five degrees." Oh good, maybe they'll cancel the uniform inspection. "Thank you Moogle, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Sir," it chirped, followed by a departing ku-po.

Ignis leaned back in bed and felt for the book on his end table. It had been a pill to find books in brail when he first lost his eyesight, but now that things had returned mostly to normal he was able to get many of his favorites in texture or audio. Thank the Six for technology.

There was a familiar knock on his quarter's door. "Enter," he said, putting his place holder back in his book, but not setting it aside just yet. The door opened and locked behind the intruder. Familiar heavy footsteps approached for a few steps before Ignis called out. "You know to lose the shoes at the door." The footfalls backed up a few paces and the sound of heavy boots being sloughed off echoed off the marble floors. "That's better."

"Mail call," said Gladio as he sat down just south of Ignis' feet on the bed. "Mostly junk mail and credit card offers. You did get a package though. Smells good."

"Could you open it, please?"

The sound of a switchblade and the cutting of packaging tape echoed. He heard Gladio inhale. "What is this?" Gladio asked as he placed the small jar in Ignis' hands.

Ignis gave it a smell. It was spicy and floral with a hint of pine. "Cardamom. Good, I've been waiting a while for it. What do you think about goat cheese, cardamom, blueberry cheesecake?" he asked.

Sometimes he swore he could see Gladio's eyebrows raise. "Sounds exotic."

"Not terribly," offered Ignis. "Just a brilliant combination on my part. If I do say so myself."

He felt the larger man flop down on the bed next to him. Ignis was glad he'd made sure his shoes were off. The warm weight of Gladio's temple rested on his shoulder. "What are you reading?"

"Good Omens."

"What's it about?"

"It's an apocalyptic comedy. You'll probably like it. I believe the Citadel Library has a printed copy."

"Is that the one you dropped in the bathtub?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Thankfully I had a backup."

There was a long pause from their banter, all the while Gladio was playing with Ignis' thigh and moving upward. He really did have a busy day tomorrow, but… He put his book on the end table. "So what was all that business with Prompto in the tent this morning? Don't you think the young man has been through enough turmoil for one day?"

Gladio kissed Ignis' shoulder, "Never. You really do baby those two sometimes. Besides, I think you underestimate the limits of that kids pent up frustration over the last couple of years. He reeks of pheromones. If it wasn't for you dissuading me I probably would have pounced within the first month on the road, years ago."

Ignis felt Gladio reach under the blankets and play with him over the flannel of his pajamas. "Got you worked up, hasn't he?" asked Ignis, relishing the touch. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited as well.

Gladio leaned up and kissed Ignis' jaw and then the corner of the scars around his eyes. "A bit," he admitted. "Noct too, if I'm being completely honest. Listening to those two go at each other last night was torture. It's a shame we weren't at a real haven or I would have dragged you off to the Regalia and had my way with you." He took Ignis's mouth in a long kiss. Gladio had his own taste to him, like cinnamon and sage. Gladio's hand crept beneath the hem of the sleep pants as Ignis pushed the Kingsglaive jacket off his shoulders. After some shuffling it hit the marble floor with a clang. So many damned metal pieces on those things.

The conversation went by the wayside as they shed the remaining articles of clothing, like they had many times before. Gladio was a little heavier handed than usual, but Ignis didn't complain. He was worked up too and liked being manhandled sometimes, within reason. It wasn't long before Gladio was searching through the end table drawer and Ignis heard the snap of a lube bottle cap. Gladio entered him quickly and left a slight mark on his shoulder when he bit down. He did that from time to time. It was all the better for Ignis. More sensations to be had. He may not be able to look at his lover, but Gladio certainly made sure he could feel him at every given opportunity.

Before long Ignis was leaving his own marks on Gladio in the form of red streaks down his tattooed back. The larger man came shortly thereafter, collapsing on top of him in a sweaty heap. Ignis suspected he'd have to shower again in the morning.

Not moving from his spot on Ignis' toned chest, Gladio just lifted his head and placed a kiss on his collar bone. "I needed that."

"The feeling is mutual."

Ignis ran his fingers through Gladio's hair. "It's getting a bit long, don't you think? Why don't you join me at the barber tomorrow?"

Gladio shook his head against Ignis' chest. "Nah. I was actually thinking of trying out a top knot for a little while. It seems to be a thing nowadays."

Ignis ran his fingers through the dark locks. "Suit yourself." There was a long pause and for a moment Ignis thought Gladio had nodded off. Still, he asked, "Do you think Prompto will accept your offer for 'expert mode'?"

He could feel Gladio make a face against his chest. "You heard that, eh?"

"How could I not?"

Gladio's chin rested on Ignis' sternum. "Jealous?"

"Quite the contrary actually. Prompto is his own man with his own desires. I just hope Noctis is privy to that little offer of yours. He can have you executed, you know."

"Hmmm." Gladio grunted. Maybe he hadn't considered that.

"Still," said Ignis, "Go easy on him, would you?"

Gladio shifted off to Ignis' side and sounded like he was drifting off to sleep. "In Prompto's case, regarding me anyway, I don't think 'easy' is what he's in to."

Ignis nodded. "You may be correct." The thought of Gladio going rough on Prompto made him twitch beneath the sheets. "Time will tell, I suppose."

X~X~X

*claps to self furiously*

This chapter was fun to write, in particular the different states of being for Gladio. Aggressive vs more rough casual love.

And yes, I did have Prompto refer to him as a form of 'beefcake'. Don't judge me! I own the guidebook and those are two of his favorite foods! No joke.

Reviews are always a wonderful motivator to write more ;3