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From: (Anonymous)

"Is it wise to leave the two of them alone and expect they'll make it out of bed?" Ignis says, doling a batch of pancakes out onto the griddle.

"You think I'm some kind of amateur? I threw Noct in the shower."

Ignis watches Gladio round the counter to lean an elbow on Ignis' shoulder and eyes the dangling fingers warily. He's disappointed he's finished his knifework. Gladio isn't one to let an opportunity like this pass by, but the line between incurring Ignis' annoyance and his wrath is fine, and risking his cooking is a well-known way to cross it. If he can stay sufficiently occupied Gladio will have no opportunity left.

"So's the kitchen working out okay?" Gladio says.

"The oven's a bit temperamental regarding temperature. Beyond that no complaints."

"That's about how it's sounded for the other ones that got fitted too. There've been questions about a second round, but I don't know it's worth doing if we don't have people to fill 'em. There's a lot of work that could be getting done."

"Quite," Ignis agrees, and they fall into discussion over the headache-inducing list of repairs. Eventually Gladio turns to lean back against the counter beside the stovetop, and Ignis cooks round after round of pancakes while they discuss how to prioritize their limited resources, whether it would be better to restore more living quarters on an as-needed basis and focus rebuildings efforts elsewhere in the city, or plan now for a fully-occupied building in the future while the process is at its most efficient.

When the platter is piled high, he unthinkingly asks Gladio to take a step back so he can get into the oven. He takes the frittata out, and turns the oven off, replacing the pancakes in it to keep warm.

"You'd wondered how the oven was performing," Ignis says, waving towards the frittata with a mitted hand.

"Yep. Looking pretty good," Gladio says easily. "The tart's not bad either." And in that solitary moment when Ignis is standing back with the oven closed and without his hands on a tool, he gives Ignis a stinging slap on the backside and steps away.

Ignis grabs at the counter in his shock: the sting of knowing he was lured into a false sense of security with logistics is much worse than one modest smack. Weaknesses, indeed. "The one on the counter or the one taking liberties he should know better than to take?" he says after a deep breath, pulling off his oven mitts. "And it's a frittata."

"I was talking about the food, but I'm not gonna turn down a compliment."

Gladio is alight with the same friendly antagonism as sparring as he strolls away, and it brings the same spark of pleasure in the pit of Ignis' stomach. Balance between them isn't equilibrium so much as a seesaw of give and take, and Gladio's arrogance is always as annoying as it is attractive, the first step on two diverging paths: slapping such an attitude out of his smart mouth, or giving into it entirely.

"When you receive so few I suppose you can't afford to be choosy."

Gladio takes a seat at the table, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "I guess if I got as many as you I'd be a lot pickier, huh?" He gives Ignis a long look up and down that as feels as strong a touch as his hand. Ignis had resented the charisma that let Gladio flatter so skillfully in their youth; now it brings the same weightless anticipation as being aloft in Ignis' stomach, waiting to see how far he might fall.

Ignis is left speechless until Prompto shuffles out in a faded tee with the sleeves cut off, well oversized—once one of Gladio's, most likely. The hole at the arm dips down to show the curve of his ribcage as he stretches lazily, singing, "That smells a-mazing."

To Ignis it is akin to being presented with a picture-perfect pastry in a bakery window: hunger, appreciation for fine craftsmanship, and the necessity of preventing himself from needless indulgence at an inopportune moment.

Prompto is oblivious to the temptation he poses as he drapes himself against Ignis' bare back, pressing a few nuzzling kisses to Ignis' neck above the loop of the apron. Unlike Gladio, he doesn't presume to mention Ignis' deshabille. His opinion makes itself known all the same in the heft of him nestled against Ignis through only Prompto's thin gym shorts, and it is evident he too hasn't showered, unfairly so. The scent of their bed lingers, mouthwatering in a respect completely unlike the savory-salt of the cooking meat.

Because Ignis apparently isn't content with engaging in only one form of masochism, he swirls a clean teaspoon through the simmering pot of berries and holds it up to his shoulder for Prompto to close his pink mouth around.

"You didn't give me anything," Gladio jibes from the table as Prompto moans in pleasure.

"As I remember you snuck a sample on your own," Ignis says, though he does swirl another clean teaspoon through the simmering berries and hands it to Prompto. "Take that to him so he'll stop whining, please."

Ignis expends a great deal of effort in turning the sausages over in their pan as Prompto, his own spoon still turned upside down in his mouth to clean every trace of compote, holds up the one intended for Gladio.

The small island is a boon when faced with the terror Ignis remembers from being a much younger man: while his body has not yet betrayed him it's only a matter of time. Desire aches in him fiercely, a weak spot in his meager defenses that the three of them prod relentlessly simply by virtue of their existence.

It would be easy to say he's becoming aroused against his will, but it is not against Noct's will and so he cannot say it is truly against his own. A sucker, Gladio called him, a misnomer that implies an ignorance of one's situation. The depths of the carnality he works so hard to control are so easily plumbed as to be laughable; to be sure, Ignis has walked into his humiliation with his eyes wide open

Noct does unfortunately know him all too well.

"You want me to set the table?" Prompto says, suddenly beside him as he drops the dirty spoons amid the dirty dishes piling in the sink.

"If you would."

Prompto has managed the plates and silverware, and Ignis is dispensing the last of the pancake batter when Noct finally emerges. Sweatpants and a t-shirt, the most covered of all of them, of course.

He's shameless in plastering himself to Ignis' side, and his obvious pleasure as he runs an appraising hand from Ignis' hip up across the apronstrings prods a pang of guilt out of him for even considering his trousers. Ignis turns into his arm—the pancakes will take a moment to set and concentrating would be impossible anyway. Noct's arm folds around his ribs, grazing the sensitive skin of his side on its way to rest in the small of his back. Noct's presence is a match put to the kindling Gladio and Prompto have lain, the shower's unnatural warmth wrapped around Ignis with only the soft cotton of Noct's t-shirt where the apron doesn't cover.

"A bit hypocritical," Ignis says, tugging at Noct's shower-damp hair, though in truth it's entirely in Noct's purview, just as the wandering hands can hardly be called taking liberties when it's only what Noct is due.

"Gladio's fault."

"As per usual," Ignis says.

Noct gives him a pleasantly routine kiss on the mouth. "How are you feeling?"

His entire bare back is exposed to Prompto and Gladio. Heat from the stove radiates against his bare side.

"As if it isn't obvious." He half-turns in Noct's arm to flip and remove the last of the pancakes, then turns off the burner. "Now if you'll excuse me, breakfast is ready. Prompto, would you mind setting out the food as well?"

Noct frowns. "Where are you going?"

"As I no longer have need of an apron, I'd intended to dress," Ignis says, pulling his hand away, and when Noct catches his elbow his voice hardens. "You've had your fun, Noct. I'm hardly going to sit bare-assed at the dining table."

Prompto has reached for the frittata and frozen on the other side of the island, wide-eyed at Ignis' tone.

Guilt roils in him. "Forgive me, that was ungracious."

Noct says, "It's okay, Prompto, go ahead." He turns Ignis back into the island, leaving Prompto and Gladio in a far off land of dishes clanking somewhere behind him and Noct filling his senses, pressing him into the edge of the island beside the stove.

"Hey," Noct says gently. "You know it's nothing we haven't seen before."

"If the view were more equitable it wouldn't be half so concerning." Ignis' body is well-trained and well-maintained, but it is a tool in his service like any other. He's never seen a reason to pay it undue attention—it, and not the armor of sophistication he's long made a habit of covering it in. He doesn't share Gladio and Prompto's enthusiasm for the aesthetics of their bodies, or even Noct's utter indifference.

"You should be proud."

"I am, on the whole. Preferably while wearing trousers."

"You're only proud of what you want to show off."

"You've never complained about my clothing choices before."

"What are you so afraid of? You think I'd embarrass you for fun?"

And for that Ignis has no answer. There is no justification for the nameless dread of vulnerability that exists even when he is surrounded by the few in the world in whom his trust is absolute, why he longs for armor even as his skin shamefully begs for touch of its own accord.

Noct is silent, patient for a long moment, stroking Ignis' bare hip.

Ignis licks his dry lips. "The food will get cold."

He's looking down while Noct touches his face, his hip, cradling him in careful hands, and coaxes quietly, "Come on, Speccy. You think I asked you to arrange a morning like this for no reason? Or last night?" Ignis will never bring himself to grow a beard if it means he would feel less of Noct's thumb stroking his cheek.

"You should be appreciated. I want you to let us."

The firm compassion and authority in Noct's voice stirs a craving that runs much older and deeper in Ignis than sexual desire, though when they flow together it's like streams jumping their banks to form a river he could drown in.

To think the sullen teenager Ignis served should have become this. Noct has grown out of all of his worst qualities and into all of his best, and Ignis can only be grateful that the whim of the Astrals granted a reprieve to allow the opportunity. If he did not know in the fabric of his own soul how much he already loved him, this would be one of the moments in which Ignis fell. How inconsequential his petty insecurity is in the face of everything they are, how harsh a misjudgement to think his discomfort was Noct's aim.

"Forgive me," Ignis says again.

"Hey, Gladio," Noct calls without looking away, "Ignis is worried about the upholstery, is it cool if he sits with you?"

"Noct," Ignis says, pleads if he's honest, though it is hopeless, helpless, he has no choice. No—he made his choice so long ago and so many times since that it's become habit, and that is where Noct's possession of him truly lives.

"Will you go sit with Gladio for me?" Noct says, and Ignis chooses to kiss Noct's palm and nod, as he always will.

From: (Anonymous)

omg this is actually amazing! You have such amazing characterisation, and each of them coming to their own and playing to their unique niche in the OT4. Ignis interacting with Gladio is very different from him interacting with Prompto and again just as different as Noct, but they're all absolutely spot on. It's so rare to find someone writing all of them half as well as this <3<3<3

... Okay, I'm scrolling up to c&p my favourite lines, but seriously, I had to stop because it was just all of them. The way Ignis thinks is perfect – he's very aware of himself, very self-critical, very quick to jump on his own mistakes. But he's also so, so loving of the others, and he knows exactly why he loves them, and it feels so real.

"The one on the counter or the one taking liberties he should know better than to take?"

OMG Ignis that BURN. I said I wouldn't c&p lines but that one was just too perfect. Ignis and Gladio's to-and-fro is AMAZING, so quick witted without being excessive, so natural.

And then Noct, omg. OMG, nonnie. It would be easy to say he's becoming aroused against his will, but it is not against Noct's will and so he cannot say it is truly against his own. Ignis has just completely given himself to Noct and it's such a freaking stunning dynamic. Reading it is like sinking into one of those giant bathtubs full of it – you don't really smack the reader round the face with it explicitly but the D/s dymanic is there, surrounding you. And Ignis is so, so, so adoringly loving, and Noct is so tender and compassionate and dominant – dead, I am dead. Fuck me sideways, nonnie. This was a simple prompt but you've expanded it into real depth and beauty and I just want to roll around in it forever. All of the damn love <3<3<3 I absolutely cannot wait for the next part.

From: (Anonymous)

A!A: Aaah, I want to roll around in this comment, I'm so glad you liked it! My favorite part of them interacting as an OT4 especially is how different their relationships are with each other, so I am pleased as punch that came through. Thank you so much for commenting!

From: (Anonymous)

FUCK that's hot

From: (Anonymous)

A!A: Ha, thank you, hopefully it stays that way when they actually get to the good bits.

From: (Anonymous)

Fuck me I adore this. This mix of domestic with sexy is just so good, Ignis cooking, his helpless devotion to Noct, the way the four of them all slot together so well. Kissing Noct's palm, Prompto pressing up against Ignis's back, Gladio slapping Ignis's ass – MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm yes good.