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Chapter 6

Ignis sighed, head lolling against Noctis' chest but then green eyes slowly fluttered open to meet the bright blue of his Master. His Master, Prompto, and he knew the arms supporting him belonged to his Prince, to Noctis. The Prince he had failed but then was it failure if they were with Master? Those back in Insomnia would surely see it as such…but did they really matter anymore?

"Iggy?"

"Yes Master?" he asked, dropping his eyes from his Master's. A cold hand caressed his cheek and he leant into the touch, enjoying the contact.

"Do you remember now?" he asked gently.

"Yes Master, I remember." He felt a hand in his hair, and he knew it was Noct, pressing into the touch. The body pressed against his, side by side was Gladio and he let their fingers tangle together. He felt so safe and loved, he'd never felt this depth of emotion before and he never wanted it to end. He could feel his Master in his mind, and it felt so wonderful, to know he'd never truly be alone again. He knew he once would have feared this and it seemed so silly, then again not all vampires were like Master. He could remember how he had been since leaving the city and he wasn't mad at being left with no memories, through it all he had been safe and loved, who could ask for more?

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Crowe Altius hesitantly entered the King's office, unsure why she had been summoned. Kingsglaive got their orders from Drautos who got his from the King or Council, the King didn't summon a member. Yet she had been summoned by name, had she done something wrong? She stopped before the desk and saluted her King.

"Mage Altius," he greeted. "You are from Galahd, correct?"

"Yes, your Majesty." As were many of the Glaive and a lot of refugees within the city. Did this have something to do with the search they'd been called out on a few weeks back?

"I have a message I need passed on; I assume if you do not know someone directly then you know someone who does." He lifted a formal envelope from his desk, clearly embossed with his personal seal.

"Your Majesty?"

"The Wolves of Galahd, I am aware that they came into the city with the rest of the refugees. I wish this message to reach whoever is in charge of them. You have my word that this in in no way a trap." He held the envelope out to her.

Crowe wanted to bolt, to panic…but she was a mage and she knew better. Panic and magic did not mix after all. What could he want with them? They had been so careful when they came to the city, hidden amongst the human refugees who would never give them up. Insomnia may fear them, but to the people of Galahd they were protectors, they had taken the heaviest casualties in defending their people from the Empire and few had managed to escape. She wanted to deny knowing anyone who could even find them…but she had to have been approached for a reason, a trap? The King swore it wasn't. They'd tried to keep it quiet, but some of the Glaive had realised who they were searching for, did he wish the wolves help to try and find the Prince? If they helped…it could expose them but…maybe it could also help? If they were seen to be able to control themselves, to do good for the people? She slowly reached out and took the envelope, praying she wasn't making a massive mistake and endangering a lot of people.

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Nyx looked up as Crowe walked in, able to smell the anxiety coming off her easily. She was dressed casually too, which was odd since he was sure she was working today. She spotted him in the dim lighting of the small out of the way bar and headed over, obviously relieved to see him. As soon as she was close enough he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close, nose buried in her braided bun, picking up more scents, some familiar, some not. He felt her press something into his hand as she drew back and he glanced down, seeing an envelope. Then his eyes went wide, even he recognised the Royal Seal.

"The King swears it isn't a trap," she murmured as they went to the bar and he poured her a drink.

He slipped it into an inner, secure, pocket, while he trusted most of those who frequented the bar, they did occasionally get an outsider stop by for a drink. "Want something to eat?"

"Nah, was planning to go home and crash since I've got some time off, though I might wander for a while too," she shrugged. "Libertus around?"

"Sleeping since he's taking the late shift."

She mock sighed, "guess I shouldn't wake him up then."

Nyx laughed, shaking his head, braids swaying. They didn't see enough of her anymore, she always seemed to be on the frontlines. He wished she hadn't signed up to the Glaive, knew Libertus really hated that she had, but she had the aptitude for magic and the more Galahd close to the Crown, the safer the rest of them were. She saw it as her duty to her people since they had refused to add her to the pack as more than family. Neither of them were willing to inflict that pain on her, no matter how much she had begged while they were still in Galahd and then on the road to Insomnia. He tossed a plate of skewers down the bar to her and she grinned, digging in, staying a while in case she had been watched before leaving to wander the area.

He did wonder if the King would remember him, from when he had saved his life as a child or when they had negotiated for them to live in Insomnia. He poured a drink for a customer and nearly chuckled, had Regis known who he was, that the last King of Galahd had stood in rags with a group before his court that day.

By the time he finished his shift it was 2am and he waved at Libertus before heading back to his apartment…well, room really. It was a tiny room plus bathroom in a ramshackle old building, but it was his and it was home now. He tossed his jacket and collapsed on his bed, pulling the envelope out. He ran his fingers over it, taking in the scents that lingered, Regis and Crowe, no one else. He broke the seal and took out the heavy paper within, reading the letter, eyes going wide. Was this real? Insomnia's laws were strict, it was why he had kept his people hidden, never offering their help officially, although when Crowe had told him of the search the other week he'd hit the streets with Libertus and a few others, unofficially helping the search for the Prince. They hadn't found anything, the scents too degraded, except for at a fancy apartment building which he assumed was where the Prince's apartment was.

So why seek a meeting with them? Was he….no, surely he wasn't going to actually listen? Could he risk going? The letter granted safe passage for up to four, including him, not that he was named, just listed as the leader of the wolves. Normally he'd take Lib but his opinion of Regis and what Nyx had been forced to allow to ensure their people had sanctuary…well it would be better not to put the two in the same room. Should he go alone rather than risk anyone else?

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Ignis watched curiously as Prompto held Gladio close, his mouth sealed over the artery in his throat, drinking deeply. It felt different to watch now, with his memories returned. He understood more of what he was seeing now that he knew what Prompto and Noctis were, he knew that before he would have been disgusted and even scared. The idea of letting someone drink his blood would have made him ill and yet now…now he craved the feel of fangs in his throat, a cool body holding him close. As if summoned by his thoughts, cool hands settled on his hips and he leant back against the smaller body, humming softly, content as Noctis drew him close, he knew it wasn't to feed though, he'd given blood too recently to give more.

"Iggy?" Noct murmured in his ear and Ignis lifted a hand to lie over Noct's.

"Yes?" he answered, feeling Noct turn his hand, letting their fingers twine together.

"Do you hate me, even a little?"

The question shocked him, and he turned to face Noct, staring at him with wide eyes. "Hate you?" he didn't understand, how could Noct think he could ever hate him?

"For all this, if you hadn't been with me you'd be safe, home in the city, not out here having to hide form Hunters and Niflheim."

He shook his head in denial. "No…No Noct," he leant forward, resting his forehead against Noct's. "I could never hate you," he swore. "It's never just been duty that has kept me at your side. I would rather be here than anywhere else."

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"Yeah, but that's because you're bound to Prompto, you can't want to be anywhere else," Noct whispered. He knew Prompto did his best not to influence him, but they were different, they were still human, in some ways more tightly bound to Prom than he was. The bond between them would eventually break even without Prompto willingly breaking it. The bond between Prom and them…it would never break; they were bound to his will and 'life'. He went to step back but Ignis reached out, hands on his waist and Noctis froze, not breathing as he looked up into green eyes. One thing he had noticed was that Iggy rarely took the initiative to do things anymore, waiting to be told what to do instead but here he was reaching out to touch him. he lifted a hand to rest against Iggy's cheek and he leant into the touch. There was never any hesitation, no sign of flinching from cold skin, when he touched Iggy and Gladio, not like he'd seen from Cor.

Warm lips pressed against cold and he gasped, eyes going wide as Iggy kissed him. He let his eyes fall closed, kissing Iggy back gently, not wanting to pressure him. he felt Iggy's grip tighten on his waist and he moved his own hands to Ignis' shoulders. Iggy pulled away, needing to breath and Noctis opened his eyes, searching green ones and Ignis smiled at him, looking almost shy. It still seemed weird to see his hair un-styled and without his glasses, no suite or black in sight, it made him look younger, more vulnerable and it made Noct want to keep him safe. "Iggy," he whispered, hands gently gliding down his arms and then back up and Ignis shifted even closer.

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Prompto soothed a tired Gladio into a restful sleep and then looked up to see Iggy and Noct kissing, Ignis holding Noct's hips, pressing closer to his body, and he smiled at the sight. He could feel Noct's desire but also hesitancy, not wanting to take advantage. Ignis too radiated desire, a need to please, but also love….a long standing love for the boy he had watched grow to a man, not a romantic love back then, but it could be now. He gently nudged Noctis' mind, letting him feel what Ignis felt through him.

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Noctis froze as he felt Prompto in his mind and then foreign emotions flowed through him and it took him a few seconds to realise what Prompto was doing. This was Iggy….what Ignis felt for him and he couldn't help pulling him closer, until their bodies were flush against each other, seeing Iggy's cheeks colour slightly. He smiled softly and then leant in to kiss him, keeping it gentle, undemanding. Ignis' lips parted beneath his and he heard a soft moan of pleasure even as hands moved from resting on his waist to wrapping around him. Noctis didn't really know what he was doing, just following instinct as he deepened the kiss, even as he struggled to remember to mind his strength. "Iggy," he panted as he pulled back, why was he panting when he didn't need to breath anymore? "I..I need you to tell me what you want, not what you think anyone else wants, what you want," he whispered, hands running up and down his back.

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What he wanted? He didn't want anything anymore, pleasing his Master made him feel good, like kissing Noct did. No wants, no desires, nothing. But Noct wanted him to tell him what he wanted…maybe…maybe that was the same as what his body craved now? He pressed himself against Noct slowly, it felt good and he bit his lip. He felt another body press against his back and relaxed against it, recognising his Master immediately.

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Prompto smiled as Ignis relaxed back against him, feeling his confusion. "It's okay Iggy," he murmured and then looked at Noctis over Ignis' shoulder, only able to do that because Ignis hand slumped since he had a good four inches in height on him. Even Noctis was taller, though only about an inch. He ran his fingers through Ignis' hair and he melted, being supported by the two of them pressing against him. "Noct, he literally can't answer that question," he explained.

"What do you mean?" Noct asked even as he gently stroked Iggy's side.

"The bond strips away all desires and wants, he can remember having them but that's it," he explained gently. "That he showed initiative in touching and kissing you…that's the most he can do," he kissed the side of Ignis' throat and he whined in response.

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"Oh…" Noct whispered, he hadn't realised… "Iggy?"

"Mmmn…" green eyes fluttered open and he blinked, focusing on Noctis.

"Did…did kissing me feel good?" he asked gently and Prompto stopped the touches to help him focus.

Ignis stared at him in confusion for a few moments before managing to clear his head. "Yes," he whispered.

"Does being touched feel good?" Prompto asked him and Iggy nodded.

"Do you…do you really love me? I know I never showed how much I appreciate everything you do for me," Noct whispered.

Iggy smiled at him; eyes soft. "Of course I do, you didn't have to show it, always knew you did."

"Can I kiss you again?" Noct asked nervously, and Iggy's smile widened even as he nodded. Noct leant up slightly and kissed him again, feeling Ignis almost go limp between them even as his lips parted to let Noct deepen the kiss. Noctis lifted his hands to gently touch him and Ignis whimpered, trembling slightly, eyes closed. He was awed by the reactions his touch could cause. He knew about physical intimacy, but he had never even dated or anything, so this was all new to him. he had to remember to let Iggy breath, to not hurt him accidentally. He vaguely noticed as Prompto wrapped an arm around Iggy's waist, holding him up.

"Let's move this to the tent," his Sire murmured and Noctis stepped back, breathing heavily, but he nodded. Prompto picked Iggy up and walked towards the tent, Gladio was asleep by the fire so it was empty.

Noctis followed, trembling slightly in anticipation and a little fear. What exactly was going to happen now? He watched as Prom lay Iggy down on the sleeping bags, seeing the way his chest moved rapidly from his breathing, maybe he'd not been as careful as he thought about letting him breath? Iggy turned his head to look at Noctis and he found himself moving to his side at full speed, kneeling beside him. He let his eyes wander over his body before reaching out to touch him, hands skimming over his clothed chest and then slowly lower.

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Prompto sat back, observing only. It was obvious that Noct had no experience and so he was staying, just to be safe. Noct was a baby as a vampire and he could tell he was having to remind himself not to use too much strength when touching, to let Iggy breath between kisses. Until he was sure Noct could control himself he would stay, for both their sake. Noct would never forgive himself if he hurt Iggy. It didn't hurt that they looked really good together as Ignis moaned and gasped, writhing in pleasure as Noct gently opened his shirt to touch his bare skin. He was being very careful not to do anything that would influence either of them, wanting them to feel whatever came naturally.

When Noct reached for Iggy's pants he paused and looked up into pleasure glazed green eyes, obviously searching for any hint of hesitation or other negative reaction but Iggy just lifted his hips. Soon he was lying there, naked, and utterly unashamed, basking in the emotions he could feel from Prompto who couldn't help letting some of his attraction spill over to Iggy. Noct then paused and Prompto focused on him, surprised when he yanked his own shirt off and then kicked his pants off, lying down beside Iggy.

"Noct?" he called, wondering how far he was planning to go and if he'd need to intervene since he doubted Noct's control was that good yet.

"I know what you said, but he shouldn't be the only one exposed, vulnerable," Noct answered softly and Prompto frowned at his words, had he been doing the wrong thing in remaining fully clothed when giving a massage or feeding? Was that something he should know?

He watched as Noct began to move against Iggy, awkwardly at first, shifting until he found a good position and he smiled when Iggy began moving as well, not even trying to hold back the noises of pleasure.

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"I don't like this."

"I am aware of that Clarus," Regis adjusted his tie and then grasped his walking stick.

"It's too risky," his Shield and long-time friend argued as they left Regis' rooms and headed for the garage.

"Are you saying that four wolves are beyond your and Cor's ability should a fight begin? You know the legends surrounding the Wolves of Galahd as well as I do, as long as we offer no violence then no violence will be given. I gave my word that those you come will leave again in peace and I will keep my word," he nodded to Cor who stood beside the Star, it felt right to use Noctis' car rather than the Regalia. He got in and Clarus followed, Cor driving.

"We have no idea who leads them, if their leaders were slain in the fall of Galahd they may be very different now."

"And yet there have been no attacks and the Galahd immigrant sector is one of the safest. I had to start somewhere in this endeavour, and you insisted I start with a safe group." The car parked and they got out, heading inside the nondescript building. It may look like any other building, but it could withstand the force of a bomb, had a shelter beneath it and had been used by the Royal family for off the book meetings for over a century.

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Nyx recognised the man outside of the specified building, even if he was out of uniform and wearing a cap to hide his military haircut. This was his last chance to change his mind, the appointed time was only a minute away. He'd been careful, his people had been scouting the area for the last few days and there had been no sign of anything like a trap. He slipped from the crowd and approached the Marshal, who recognised him immediately since he had managed to dress as traditionally as he could, hair braided immaculately, beads in place. He wore the deep blue and grey of the hunters of Galahd, the hood of his jacket decorated with a silver horn, purple ribbons falling down his back and pelts of blue-0grey fur on his left sleeve a kukris, forged in Galahd when he came of age, sheathed at his side. His tattoos were subtle, marking his rank among the hunters were subtle and easily overlooked unless you knew his culture. The Kings of Galahd wore no crown or magic ring and he was a King with no land now, but he had the feeling the Marshal had recognised exactly who he was.

The man nodded and opened the door for him, following him inside and then leading him to a meeting room.

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Regis stood as Cor opened the door, surprised when only one man entered, taking in his appearance. There was something familiar…and then it hit him, "Nyx Ulric," he stated, and the man bowed shallowly to him.

"King Regis."

He had always wondered what had happened to the boy he had saved; had thought he would join the Glaive if he made it to Insomnia but obviously he had a good reason not to. "Please, be seated, we have much to discuss." He smiled at the younger man and retook his own seat, Ulric copying him a moment later.

TBC…