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[The bath was hot enough to fog the mirrors but not hot enough to burn and Aden had paid very careful attention to exactly how the pale skin of his Ignis reacted as the younger man had been instructed to lower himself into it. Any signs of it being scolding and on went the tap, no 'ifs' or 'buts' allowed.]

Relax, my dearheart. Let me pamper you.

[The only answer Aden gets at first is a contented sigh as Ignis lets the warmth wash over him. He's too exhausted emotionally and physically for more, though he knows he only has himself to blame for that. Himself and his own overwhelming stubbornness. It honestly hadn't taken him that long to realize cutting himself off from Aden had been the absolutely worst decision he could have made in the situation, but instead of admitting the mistake, he'd just pushed and pushed until he shattered, leaving Gladio to pick up the pieces so that Aden could put them back together.

He was beyond fortunate that Aden was so willing to take up the task. He would have been well within his rights to just dump the pieces into the trash and wash his hands of the trouble, yet he had not. Despite the fact Ignis had thrown away all they had worked on; despite him breaking the trust they had established; despite his own weaknesses and flaws. He'd let his fear get the better of him. Let the panic of being forced to choose between the direction of his prince and the direction of the man who'd taught him to live again control him in a way it should never have. Ignis was more than smart enough to have found a way to resolve the conflict between the two and he hadn't. He'd just folded like a house of cards.]

I'm sorry.

[The words drift softly across the water Ignis has submerged himself to his chin in. He's lost track of how many times he's said it over the course of the night, the statement both expressing far too little and too much all at the same time.]

[The tub was huge, made of some kind of stone and designed by Aden himself. There was bench built into the side at just the perfect level that Aden could sit and comfortably be able to reach the body inside. It had been designed to handle Aden's bloodier impulses, but it worked just as well for pampering as it did for pain.

Or both.

Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, Aden settled down on that bench, reaching out to lightly stroke a finger over his boy's lips.]

Hush, now. Don't make me say it again.

[One more gentle stroke over those soft lips, then Aden's hands smoothed back to settle on Ignis' shoulders...and he frowned when he felt the knots that had developed there in his absence.]

You haven't been taking care of yourself, dearest. Be still, this isn't going to feel good at first.

[Oh, hey. Who knew massages could hurt. Of course, that might be normal when getting one from a sadist.]

[Despite how tired Ignis is, the urge to flick his tongue against the fingers that so gently touch his lips immediately bubbles up into his mind. This is not the time to push boundaries or even explore to find new ones, though, and Ignis knows it, so he fights the urge back and instead focuses on not letting himself tense as Aden's hands move to his shoulders. He's well aware of how bad the knots are and how much undoing them will hurt.

This is why taking care of himself is suppose to be a given not a choice.

Ignis tries his hardest not to flinch as Aden goes to work on the knots, though he can't stop the involuntary reactions of muscles far too tense and strained. His breath hitches at times when a particular knot requires more work than another and each time the pain flairs he reminds himself that Aden had asked him only one thing when he walked away and this is why he had asked it of him

Given. Not choice.]

[Well, Ignis wasn't given a choice about the massage if nothing else. Aden worked carefully and completely, ignoring the sounds his beautiful boy was making in favor of instead finding each and every one of those troublesome knots. It wasn't quick by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn't actively trying to hurt the other man, either.

He soothed each particularly bad knot with a stroke of his fingers over the growing bruise...and more than once, he pressed a kiss to the top of the blond's head in apology. For as careful and sympathetic as he was, however...Aden didn't stop until the adviser was unbound, or Ignis called it off.]

[There will be no calling it off. Not when Ignis feels he deserves the pain for what amounts to a gross betrayal of Aden's trust and all they'd worked on together. Of course, he doesn't really get to feel his self-imposed punishment for long because as soon as the knots start coming undone, there is relief right along with the pain, relief he hasn't felt in so long it's magnified several times what it normally would be. It's not long before he starts drifting, sensations all blending together until it becomes hard to tell where one starts and another ends.

Eventually, the involuntary muscle jerks stop and the sounds that slip from his mouth are softer, shifting away from pained and into something much more relaxed.

Why, he might even be able to fall asleep like this. How long has it been since he slept deeply let alone for more than an hour or two?]

[The punishment was purely self-imposed. Aden wasn't terribly fond of punishments that weren't strictly stated as such. If he were going to punish Ignis for anything, there wouldn't be any doubt as to if it were a true punishment or not. And he certainly wouldn't have been so gentle about it.

Still, he understood Ignis' need to punish himself, so while he didn't particularly like the idea of his boy thinking like that, he didn't deny him it, either. Instead, he just focused on his work, driving away those knots with hard thumbs and the heel of his hand and eventually Ignis tipped from wincing and gasping to actual relaxation.]

Good boy.

[The praise was murmured against damp blond hair, followed by a kiss, and then Aden was carefully supporting the boy to keep him from slipping under the water as he worked. And once all those lean muscles were loose and pliant, he took his time to wash his boy. Hair first, then a soft cloth over his skin, all followed by gentle fingers to make sure all the suds were gone.

Only then did he rouse his boy from his doze.]

Wake up, Dearheart. I'd love to carry you to bed, but those beautiful legs of yours would drag on the ground if I tried...

[The fact that Aden doesn't attempt to correct the thoughts that he must know Ignis is having is just one more thing he is grateful for. Even if Aden isn't going to formally punish him for this, Ignis needs something, something to use as a bookend, a touch point for his mind so that when he comes up against it, he can use it to remind himself this time is done and past. It's not meant to be lingered on.

It's the only way he's ever going to stop apologizing both to Aden and himself since it's his own body he's wrecked with his foolishness.

The doze is just the start of the healing process for body and mind, but all too soon Aden is gently coaxing him up from it. At first his mind resists because he's missed the quiet drift so much, but eventually a small smile crosses his face.]

I could just stay here...

[But he doesn't. Instead, he slowly starts to pull himself up from the bath, trusting in the hands he knows will be there to steady him should he need them.]

[The hands that he expects are just where he expects them to be, steadying him as he stepped out, then wrapping him in an over sized towel. He didn't offer the younger man his glasses back, instead slipping them into the breast pocket of his waist coat.

Now wasn't the time for Ignis to collect himself, after all.

Reaching over, he tugged the stopper free from the plug and once it was draining, he gently nudged his boy along from bathroom back into his bedroom. More specifically, towards his bed.]

Lay down, you cheeky thing. Before I give you a swat you'd feel all week.

[To his credit, Ignis doesn't ask for his glasses, though he thinks about it. The thought is a brief one, quickly pushed away by the realization he doesn't want things to be crystal clear right now. He's happy to let himself be guided to the bedroom and to the bed, though he can't help but get one more little dig in as he settles onto the bed.]

You shouldn't tempt me so if you want me to behave.

[Though it is no one's fault but his own, Ignis suddenly realizes it's been far too long since he had a reminder to carry with him. Hopefully, that will be fixed very soon.]

[On one hand, the boy was exhausted and underfed and all but ready to pass out even after so little on Aden's part. More over, he wanted the boy to sleep. Wanted to see the dark rings under those beautiful eyes fade away with care and good health. Wanted to watch the exhaustion ease from that perfect body, melting away into a good mattress and warm blankets.

On the other hand, Ignis was a cheeky little fucker and sometimes the best way to get him to really relax enough to truly rest was to tan that pretty hide a little. He didn't want to risk working Ignis up to the point where he couldn't rest at all...but his hands did itch to leave their marks on that pale skin.

In the end, he nudged the boy over a little so that he could perch on the edge of the bed...and gave very little warning before he brought his hand down in a sharp, though light, smack against one bare ass cheek.]

You get ten tonight, Dearest. More in the morning if you sleep well enough. Count them, please.

[Ignis draws in a sharp breath when the slap comes. He hadn't expected Aden to give in to his tease, but oh is he glad he did. Air shakily slips back out of his mouth alongside a soft groan as something unties itself deep inside of him, relaxing him even more than he already was. Unconsciously, he moves to allow Aden better access to his body and then does as he's been bade.]

One.

[It's amazing how quickly the tired fuzziness in his brain shifts over into a different kind of fuzziness, something that leaves him needing, but also free of everything that has torn him apart over the last few months, bonds falling away with every slap that comes.]

Two.

[He'd made the right choice.

Aden measured each swat, each landing of his hard, flat palm against the pale skin of Ignis' ass. He wanted even coverage, nothing that would hit a pressure point or leave an uneven bruise...but he also wanted to leave his boy squirming every time he sat the next day.

In addition, the beautiful way the younger man surrendered to the pain, opened up for it...relished it. It was enough to make his breath hitch his chest and he made it to 'six' before he rested his now warm palm against Ignis' heated ass. He squeezed just enough to hurt, and while the boy was wonderfully distracted, he leaned over just enough to grab the small jar from his bedside table.

It had been a long time since he'd last had a lover. The least he could do was put his lube in something appealing to the eye.

His hand drew away, but only for a moment and when it returned, it was in the form of a long finger sliding just past that ring of muscle.]

Don't lose count.

[Which was the only warning Ignis got before he received another swat, this one from Aden's right hand instead of his left. Mostly because his left was working it's way deeper into his boy's body.]

[He was waiting when Gladio finished his run, the miles no doubt easy for the young Shield-to-be...but perhaps not as easy as they would normally be with such a weekend on his mind.

Two full days in Aden's house, in Aden's care, with Aden's rules. It had taken a while to get the man to agree to it. A while longer before they had managed to wiggle the time into working for them. In the end, it had been Ignis that had made the schedule work and Aden had rewarded his boy with a warm spanking and a slow fuck.

No doubt Gladio had noticed the new marks. Aden hadn't been particularly careful to hide them. After all, the young Prince was all but blind.

By the time the Shield made it to the modest, but well kept house, Aden was on the porch, book in hand and a mug of tea resting on the low table next to him. He didn't even glance up.]

Go inside and get undressed. Leave your things in the upstairs bedroom. First door on the left once you go up the stairs.

[There wasn't a whole lot of undressing to do, honestly. He had his boots and a pair of dark blue trainers with the Kingsglaive symbol on the thigh but that was about it. He jogged up the front steps, pausing beside Aden's chair, stretching out and slinging the towel off his shoulder to pat his face dry.]

Yeah, sure. Uh... you want me to hop in the shower?

[Cause yeah, he's damp. It wasn't a particularly hard run but further out in the city there was more uneven ground and he'd taken every opportunity to hop over fences and walk along garden walls.]

[For a moment, he considered it. He did kind of like the way the man smelled, sharp and musky...but sweat would roll as it dried and the last thing Aden wanted was to rub a sore into that well maintained flesh.

He flicked his eyes back down to his book.]

Yes. Make certain to wash very, very well.

Right...

[He hesitated for a moment, watching Aden's gaze go back to the book, considering for a moment asking exactly how thorough he was wanting here. In the end he kept his mouth shut though, biting his lip and moving towards the door. Another moment, door open, one foot on the welcome mat, one in the foyer.]

Uh... yes, sir.

[A little bit mumbled, unsure if he was supposed to say it or not but feeling like he should. He doesn't wait to see Aden's response though. If he fucked it up then the older man can tell him later. Once he was clean and naked and feeling a little strange hovering in the bedroom he'd indicated, smelling of unfamiliar shampoo and with a grey towel looped over his shoulders to catch the stray drops from his hair. Gladio paced slightly, not wanting to mess anything up by touching it but also with enough nervous energy that he can't just stay still.]

[Gladio darting away was probably one of the cutest things that Aden had seen in a long while and he was glad that his chuckle was received by only open air. He hadn't really expected the man to call him 'sir' so quickly...but really, could he be surprised? Gladio was military trained and raised. Everyone was 'Sir' or 'Ma'am'.

He made a mental note of that and returned to his book.

Half an hour later-long enough for the man to finish showering and be mostly dry, he assumed-he strolled back inside and up the stairs, making no effort at all to be stealthy. He wanted Gladio to know where he was. Wanted him to not feel like Aden was trying to surprise him in any way. In fact, he gave the door a gentle knock before opening it to let himself into the guest bedroom.]

Are you hungry?

[There will certainly be squirming tomorrow, but it's not something that is being saved just for then. Ignis is too worn to maintain his usual levels of stillness, though his movements aren't enough to disrupt Aden's aim. Honestly, they are more shivers and shudders than actual squirming, small things that match the sounds of the soft sighs and not so soft moans that fill the space between number counts.

Embarrassingly enough, Ignis almost whines when Aden changes tactics, the gentleness not quite what he's wanting at the moment no matter how good the touch feels against his heated skin. The sound is locked away behind a small half-smile quickly, though. Ignis trusts Aden, but he also knows how much the man likes to throw curve balls his way. His brain may be too fuzzy to figure out what that curve ball might be right now, but that doesn't mean he's not curious to find out.

Aden doesn't make him wait long and his reward for that is a shudder longer and stronger than any of the previous ones have been. For an instant Ignis' whole body tenses, but has relaxed again before his next breath can finish escaping his mouth, the soft, though ragged, sound followed by a low groan.

Bloody hell, keeping count is going to be much harder now. The only saving grace Ignis has is that there are so few numbers left.]

S-seven.

[That little stutter.

Fuck.

Aden's breath hitched ever so slightly and he gripped that overheated ass hard enough to bruise. He absolutely loved hearing this usually so precise and collected man lose it. And to be the cause of that stutter?

He twisted his finger deeper inside, giving Ignis' prostate a few teasing touches. Then he eased his hand back, pausing just with the tip of his finger inside.

Eight. And this time, he slide two fingers into the boy under him in one, merciless stroke.]

Scream for me, my beautiful. Let me hear exactly what I'm doing to you. And..if you're really good, I'll let you come.

[Nine]

[The difference here is that Gladio is well aware of exactly what the different connotations are to calling Aden sir. But that's what he's signed up for this weekend so there's no point in avoiding the idea.

He's grateful for Aden's forward thinking. He's already nervous and if he'd been even remotely stealthy that could go south very quickly. Gladio is a reactionary creature at the best of times. His instinctive response to being startled is liable to be infinitely more violent than the average person's. But he pauses in his lap of the room, amber eyes brightening at the promise of food, a wry smile pulling at his lips.]

Always.

[He chuckled, nodding a little.]

Good, Ignis has left us a lovely roast for dinner. But first, let's make you a little more comfortable, since I assume you wouldn't be if you were just naked in my home. Though...I will admit, the view is nice.

[The corners of his lips flirted with a smirk as he let his eyes roam over his boy's naked boyfriend. But for all that, he was mostly just teasing.

Crossing the room to the closet, he opened it and rummaged for a moment before he pulled two things from it. One was a small, neatly folded square of fabric that-when unfolded- turned out to be a pair of black biking shorts. The other was a harness of some type? Black leather and stainless steel rivets connecting the thick straps.

The shorts were handed over first.]

Those you shouldn't need any help with.

[That smile turns to a grin when he mentions Ignis' cooking and well, far be it for him to deny a little ogling. Don't mind him while he shifts his stance to put himself more firmly on display. Perhaps his tattoo should've been a peacock instead of an eagle.]

Who says I'm not comfortable?

[Aden you're fucking his boyfriend and he's just hung out in your guest room listening to the two of you bang. He has no shame okay. So he takes the shorts, cocks a brow, but makes no move to put them on yet. Especially not when the thing in your hands is much more interesting.]

[Up went that brow and the smirk stopped flirted and just happened. Keeping the harness at his side, Aden took the few steps needed to put himself firmly in Gladio's space...then reached out to cup his soft cock in his hand.]

Because without those, I can't promise to keep my hands to myself. So, if you're not comfortable with this, then I suggest you wear them.

[He did like the weight in his palm however, and if Gladio didn't immediately pull away, he would enjoy himself a nice fondle.]

[He didn't immediately pull away, though he did stagger back a tiny bit, startled by the sudden grope. His free hand came up to grab at Aden's shoulder to steady himself, next breath coming out in a low rumbling sigh. Still, Gladio makes no move to stop Aden from touching him.]

Sorta what I'm here for, ain't it?

[He knew it wasn't, or at least not completely. They'd gone through the negotiations properly. But he was hardly going to argue to hands nearly as elegant as Iggy's fondling him. As a matter of fact the suddenness of the touch and the thrill of knowing why he was here in the first place have his body responding quickly, cock beginning to grow firm in Aden's hand.]

"You should be a lawyer..."

"..You'd argue with a fence post."

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