Kingsmen

Distraction Techniques

The Ignis Scientia Appreciation Society Weekly Prompts Week 5
"Ignis must make a decision-one he knows not all members of his group will agree with."

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Staring longingly at Prompto as the blonde leaned on the side of the boat to capture the picturesque scenery, Ignis wished that he could hold him close. Their tryst the previous night had lit something inside of him and now he was burning not just with lust, but with something more. He cared very deeply for all of his companions, but his soft spot for the little blonde photographer had grown immeasurably over the last week and he found he wanted to keep Prompto all to himself. Remembering what they had done the night before, he smiled and lost himself in his thoughts.

The look on Prompto’s face as Ignis tied him down. His gasps and moans as ice cubes made contact with his warm skin. The taste of him. The tightness of him as Ignis carefully pushed himself into the blonde.

Ignis’ reverie was broken by a small click and then a shout.

“Oh my gods, Gladio, look!” Noctis’ voice rang out over the steady roar of the engine. “I got it, the impossible! I got a picture of Ignis smiling!” he dashed back into the cabin of the boat, where Gladiolus was standing beside Cid.

“Huh, let’s see it then.” the King’s Shield said calmly, holding out a large hand for the camera.

Noctis obliged, giving the camera to his bodyguard and scooting to the side of him to point at the screen, saying “See it? See it? Clear as day!” he laughed.

“Well, shit.” Gladio shook his head, “Looks like even Iggy can have a moment of happiness. There truly is hope for us all.”

“Wonder what he was thinking about.” Noct scratched his head.

Turning his head into the cool breeze, Ignis dampened the heat that was threatening to turn his cheeks red. Now was not the time to be distracted. There was work to be done when they arrived, more fun could wait until afterwards.

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Cid cut the engine and the boat cruised the last few feet into the dock. They had finally arrived in Altissia, their destination from the outset, where Noct was finally going to meet his beloved Lunafreya and wed her. All that stood in the way now was the Prince receiving the blessing of the Leviathan, the patron deity of the floating city, and he hoped it would be as simple as the task Ramuh had given to Noct, though he doubted it would happen that way.

Striding down the wharf, the five men arrived at the immigration booth with Noctis in the lead. Ignis had a moment of despair when the Prince was lost for an answer to why they were visiting and he was forced to make up a lie on the spot, making them out to be students of the culinary arts. He laughed internally at the thought of Noct actually studying cooking, remembering his few failed attempts at making anything more complex than Cup Noodles. Luckily for them, the man in the booth was none the wiser and allowed them entrance to the city.

The street was unusually busy, full of people that looked busy and crates fresh off the barges were stacked three high in most of the spare space.

“What’s going on here?” Noct asked.

“I’m afraid I have no idea, your majesty.” Ignis replied, straightening his glasses. “I’m afraid I’ve not been able to keep tabs on the latest news due to the Empire restricting communications. I shall make enquiries once we find suitable lodgings.”