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Don't retreat from me, darling. Where are you?
Never apologise.
I'm coming over.
[ and it takes him a few minutes, letting himself into the manor and heading straight to his study. he misses her, too. but albert -- albert loved her. ]
Shall I make you some tea?
I'm coming over.
[ and it takes him a few minutes, letting himself into the manor and heading straight to his study. he misses her, too. but albert -- albert loved her. ]
Shall I make you some tea?
[He wants to say he doesn't want company, or need it, because he's thinking terrible things and it isn't something he wants seen, but... Ignis is extraordinary. Maybe he can help.
He hasn't cried, but has felt hollow for hours.
Ignis will find him in his robe and pajamas in his study, seated in one of the chairs meant for relaxing more than work. He's staring blankly at a bookshelf when Ignis enters, but once he really registers that he's here, he offers a blank smile.
He doesn't answer the question yet.]
I knew this could happen... so why did I foolishly not prepare myself for it?
He hasn't cried, but has felt hollow for hours.
Ignis will find him in his robe and pajamas in his study, seated in one of the chairs meant for relaxing more than work. He's staring blankly at a bookshelf when Ignis enters, but once he really registers that he's here, he offers a blank smile.
He doesn't answer the question yet.]
I knew this could happen... so why did I foolishly not prepare myself for it?
[ seeing albert like this makes his heart ache, and ignis leans down to press a soft kiss on his forehead, then his cheek, gentle and tender and affectionate.
albert is hurting, and ignis wants more than anything to comfort him, to be a balm for his heartbreak. ]
It's difficult to prepare for something like this, darling. [ he murmurs, crouching before him as he looks him in the eye. ]
Have you been sitting here all day?
albert is hurting, and ignis wants more than anything to comfort him, to be a balm for his heartbreak. ]
It's difficult to prepare for something like this, darling. [ he murmurs, crouching before him as he looks him in the eye. ]
Have you been sitting here all day?
[For once, Albert doesn't respond to the affection. He doesn't shy away, but the most he can do is meet Ignis' gaze as he crouches before him.
Finally, he reaches out to touch Ignis' cheek, fingertips tracing his cheekbone, then his jaw.]
No. I only received the letter this afternoon. I went for a walk, spent some time with the roses... I slept for a while, too.
[His heart aches profoundly.]
My darling... If I were to lose you, I fear I'd lose myself entirely. Why did I put myself in this position? I keep questioning it. I could lose you, or Mitsuki, or anyone in this household... just like that.
Finally, he reaches out to touch Ignis' cheek, fingertips tracing his cheekbone, then his jaw.]
No. I only received the letter this afternoon. I went for a walk, spent some time with the roses... I slept for a while, too.
[His heart aches profoundly.]
My darling... If I were to lose you, I fear I'd lose myself entirely. Why did I put myself in this position? I keep questioning it. I could lose you, or Mitsuki, or anyone in this household... just like that.
[ this is an outcome he has definitely considered -- and dreaded. after all, if it can happen to aranea, it can happen to anyone, and ignis doesn't fault albert for assuming the worst. his world is shaken by her departure, the possibility that the person you're fond of can disappear.
and he feels it, too, the profound, painful pulse of his heartache resonating in their bond. he feels for him, his own sadness echoing with his. he leans into his hand and nuzzles into it, aching to comfort him. ]
You did it because that is who you are. For all of your ruthlessness, my love... [ he lifts his head to look to him, his hand coming to rest over his chest. he battles his own private fear, of losing albert, noctis, or anyone that he loves here. but albert needs him, and ignis will be the steel that he needs to rely on. his words are gentle, coaxing. ]
Your heart is not made of iron, and neither are you. I will not allow you to lose yourself, my Albert. Perhaps one day, she will return. We have not yet eliminated that possibility, have we?
and he feels it, too, the profound, painful pulse of his heartache resonating in their bond. he feels for him, his own sadness echoing with his. he leans into his hand and nuzzles into it, aching to comfort him. ]
You did it because that is who you are. For all of your ruthlessness, my love... [ he lifts his head to look to him, his hand coming to rest over his chest. he battles his own private fear, of losing albert, noctis, or anyone that he loves here. but albert needs him, and ignis will be the steel that he needs to rely on. his words are gentle, coaxing. ]
Your heart is not made of iron, and neither are you. I will not allow you to lose yourself, my Albert. Perhaps one day, she will return. We have not yet eliminated that possibility, have we?
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[It's only then that Albert steps enough out of his own misery to realize that Ignis is hurting, too. Of course he would, Albert reasons. After all, there was more at stake for the two of them than he can now ever know, and their bond was a complicated one. The fact that someone from Ignis' world could come and go just like that must be harrowing. Albert is a stranger by comparison, almost an interloper, and it's with shame on his face that he covers the hand on his chest with both of his own.]
You're absolutely right, of course. She may well return, and I'll welcome her with open arms.
[He takes Ignis' hand and presses gentle kisses to his fingertips before folding that hand between both of his, squeezing firmly.]
I do wish I were a stronger man, though. My heart would do much better to be made of iron.
You're absolutely right, of course. She may well return, and I'll welcome her with open arms.
[He takes Ignis' hand and presses gentle kisses to his fingertips before folding that hand between both of his, squeezing firmly.]
I do wish I were a stronger man, though. My heart would do much better to be made of iron.
You've never grieved before, have you?
[ ignis asks quietly after a moment. albert is in so much pain that it makes his breath catch in his throat, miserable and aching, and he simply pulls him into his arms, wrapping them around him tight as he holds him.
he hates the look of shame on his face, wildly protective of this vulnerable, open albert, one of the two greatest loves of his life. he holds him, wills the warmth of his own body to flow into his in this time of sorrow, of fear. ]
I love you as you are. Instead of striving for a heart like iron, let me take care of yours for as long as you wish. Let me protect you.
[ ignis asks quietly after a moment. albert is in so much pain that it makes his breath catch in his throat, miserable and aching, and he simply pulls him into his arms, wrapping them around him tight as he holds him.
he hates the look of shame on his face, wildly protective of this vulnerable, open albert, one of the two greatest loves of his life. he holds him, wills the warmth of his own body to flow into his in this time of sorrow, of fear. ]
I love you as you are. Instead of striving for a heart like iron, let me take care of yours for as long as you wish. Let me protect you.
God... I don't want anyone else...
[An admission, in his loneliness and ardor. He thinks little of it, mainly because he's being fucked beautifully, blissfully. His entire form jars with the longer, harder thrusts, eyes threatening to close but not making it, not daring to look away from the man he's growing fonder of by the day.
Ignis may not know, really, how rough Albert generally likes things... But the way he makes a strangled, glorious sound beneath the hand at his throat as his eyes roll up into his head might be quite the indication. Each thrust now is answered with a pitched moan, but Albert's mind has slipped somewhere beautiful and he'd like to stay there for a few minutes. There's no resistance to the fucking, just a willing, beautiful body there for Ignis to take and take as Albert swiftly begins to fall apart.]
[An admission, in his loneliness and ardor. He thinks little of it, mainly because he's being fucked beautifully, blissfully. His entire form jars with the longer, harder thrusts, eyes threatening to close but not making it, not daring to look away from the man he's growing fonder of by the day.
Ignis may not know, really, how rough Albert generally likes things... But the way he makes a strangled, glorious sound beneath the hand at his throat as his eyes roll up into his head might be quite the indication. Each thrust now is answered with a pitched moan, but Albert's mind has slipped somewhere beautiful and he'd like to stay there for a few minutes. There's no resistance to the fucking, just a willing, beautiful body there for Ignis to take and take as Albert swiftly begins to fall apart.]
[ ignis says nothing now, hooked on his moans, the way he so obviously is into the rough fucking, heavy balls and cock bouncing with each thrust. he loves how undone albert is, the way his eyes are lidded, a clear indication that he's slipping into where ignis is guiding him.
he squeezes his throat briefly, driving into him ferociously as his cock practically splits his tight, willing body apart with every lewd thrust, the slick slaps of his balls against his ass filling the bathroom. ]
Tell me you're mine, Albert. Tell me how much you love being fucked and used. Your tight little ass feels so greedy to me.
he squeezes his throat briefly, driving into him ferociously as his cock practically splits his tight, willing body apart with every lewd thrust, the slick slaps of his balls against his ass filling the bathroom. ]
Tell me you're mine, Albert. Tell me how much you love being fucked and used. Your tight little ass feels so greedy to me.
[He'll say it a thousand times... he doesn't care if Ignis does this, this exquisite, loving, beautiful foreplay. He wouldn't mind if the man simply pinned him down to ravish him, perhaps daily. Tonight will be memorable for every reason, not the least of which is this act. He's being prodded and gently worked by that talented tongue, a tongue that offers him affection and lust in equal parts. It is a thing of beauty.
Then the finger is added, and Albert sighs, shivering.]
I want... [What if he's a fool? What if he lets himself go a little?] I want to be good for you... [He eases his knees a little wider, consciously relaxes his body one muscle group at a time, all the while looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing himself, not being depraved and glorious, but being cherished and kept. All the more reason to submit to this man's every whim.]
Then the finger is added, and Albert sighs, shivering.]
I want... [What if he's a fool? What if he lets himself go a little?] I want to be good for you... [He eases his knees a little wider, consciously relaxes his body one muscle group at a time, all the while looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing himself, not being depraved and glorious, but being cherished and kept. All the more reason to submit to this man's every whim.]
[His. God, it frightens him to admit it so freely in such a vulnerable moment, but...] I'm yours. [He chokes it out, beautifully driven into a corner by this man's attentions. He isn't even bothering with his own cock, preferring to relish the roughness and the tight hand at his throat. Is this how it feels when he...
Ah, each slap of skin on skin sets him further alight, making lewd, useless sounds, his body pliant and welcoming. With one hand, he reaches back to spread himself wider, only briefly, only until a glorious little laugh bubbles up out of him, punctuated by a loud, lengthy moan. The dam breaks.]
Fuck me. Use me. I'm yours... Ignis... God, Ignis... Use me like a whore.
Ah, each slap of skin on skin sets him further alight, making lewd, useless sounds, his body pliant and welcoming. With one hand, he reaches back to spread himself wider, only briefly, only until a glorious little laugh bubbles up out of him, punctuated by a loud, lengthy moan. The dam breaks.]
Fuck me. Use me. I'm yours... Ignis... God, Ignis... Use me like a whore.
You're my whore, my darling --
[ ignis just about growls, but he releases his grip on his throat so that he can make albert look at himself in the mirror. he's overwhelming him, he knows, and as he gives him a good, thorough fucking, his hand slides down his body to grip his cock tight, almost uncomfortably so before he relaxes his hold just a little.
he loves the way he yields and surrenders to him -- albert is so very beautiful like this, and he kisses the curve of his throat, gently biting as he goes faster now, changing up his angle so he can pound into that knot of sensitive nerves, right where he knows albert likes it best. ]
[ ignis just about growls, but he releases his grip on his throat so that he can make albert look at himself in the mirror. he's overwhelming him, he knows, and as he gives him a good, thorough fucking, his hand slides down his body to grip his cock tight, almost uncomfortably so before he relaxes his hold just a little.
he loves the way he yields and surrenders to him -- albert is so very beautiful like this, and he kisses the curve of his throat, gently biting as he goes faster now, changing up his angle so he can pound into that knot of sensitive nerves, right where he knows albert likes it best. ]
Yes, of course you want to.
[ ignis tonguefucks him now, taking his time as he slips his tongue into that tight passage, getting him to loosen up further. he loves the sight he presents, on hands and knees and so ready to be depraved, his proper, elegant albert a wanton whore for him in bed.
he loves the difference between the albert he sees now and the albert in public, possessively pleased before he pulls out. he doesn't want to make him come yet, not quite. straightening up, he slicks up his own hard, throbbing cock, stroking himself and making sure albert sees it in the mirror beside them.
with a lazy smile, he reaches out and pins his cheek to the pillows, his palm curling over the back of his neck to keep him down. his other hand grasps his own cock, and he murmurs, ]
Watch. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside your tight little hole, darling. I'm going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.
[ and slowly, slowly, he pushes his way in, a low groan of appreciation thrumming at the way albert is still so snug around him. ]
[ ignis tonguefucks him now, taking his time as he slips his tongue into that tight passage, getting him to loosen up further. he loves the sight he presents, on hands and knees and so ready to be depraved, his proper, elegant albert a wanton whore for him in bed.
he loves the difference between the albert he sees now and the albert in public, possessively pleased before he pulls out. he doesn't want to make him come yet, not quite. straightening up, he slicks up his own hard, throbbing cock, stroking himself and making sure albert sees it in the mirror beside them.
with a lazy smile, he reaches out and pins his cheek to the pillows, his palm curling over the back of his neck to keep him down. his other hand grasps his own cock, and he murmurs, ]
Watch. I'm going to bury my cock deep inside your tight little hole, darling. I'm going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.
[ and slowly, slowly, he pushes his way in, a low groan of appreciation thrumming at the way albert is still so snug around him. ]
[Darling. Oh, how he latches on to that little word and savors it, holding it close in his mind. He'll never stop calling Ignis that from now on, he can tell. This is like being adored, like being kept, and for just tonight, when the loneliness is peaking and his only outlet is something like this, he'll hold that feeling close.
It sends his mind into a spiral he's never quite been down before, something soft and brutal, gentle and fearsome. Suddenly, his head is forced up again, and he knows he should look. So he does, watching the way Ignis' eyes light up, the way he looks damn near feral. The way his own cock bounces and his balls sway, until Ignis takes hold...
Albert groans, loudly and indulgently, until suddenly, with a gasp, he quiets. Ignis has found that sweet spot inside of him, and as he pounds into it, Albert once again grips the countertop with white knuckles, holding on for dear life.
It's quick after that, his cock quite suddenly twitching as his whole body tenses and jerks forward. He comes on the exquisite countertop and cabinet, on Ignis' hand and on his own belly, his cum shooting in eager spurts for what seems to his addled mind like forever.]
It sends his mind into a spiral he's never quite been down before, something soft and brutal, gentle and fearsome. Suddenly, his head is forced up again, and he knows he should look. So he does, watching the way Ignis' eyes light up, the way he looks damn near feral. The way his own cock bounces and his balls sway, until Ignis takes hold...
Albert groans, loudly and indulgently, until suddenly, with a gasp, he quiets. Ignis has found that sweet spot inside of him, and as he pounds into it, Albert once again grips the countertop with white knuckles, holding on for dear life.
It's quick after that, his cock quite suddenly twitching as his whole body tenses and jerks forward. He comes on the exquisite countertop and cabinet, on Ignis' hand and on his own belly, his cum shooting in eager spurts for what seems to his addled mind like forever.]
[He wants hours of this, days of this, sweetly surrendered to the man he's come to love. A man who knows his secrets, and still adores, who sees the blood on his hands but lays claim to him anyway. This affection is terrible and true, beautifully undeserved. But Albert will cherish it.
The sweetness of his tongue makes Albert complacent, and the wet warmth is new, inviting... He'll surely ask Ignis to do this again sometime, perhaps with the aid of one of those toys he's seen here and there. The man he is right now is for Ignis and Ignis alone, a wanton thing without a care for anything but fucking and being fucked so thoroughly he forgets his own name.
He's beautiful, Albert observes, licking his lips while Ignis strokes his cock, suggestive of something that won't be happening now, but perhaps later... Then his head is forced down. He moves it slightly in the grip to get a comfortable position, where he can watch in the mirror but still be held. What he sees is miraculous.
He bites at his lower lip to muffle the sound of his groan as Ignis pushes inside, his fingers flexing against the sheets. He's tight tonight from all the tension of his confession, even with the easy workings of Ignis' tongue. Somehow, it suits the occasion. It might even hurt a little, and that is nothing short of appealing right now. The angle of his neck is already a problem, but the pain makes him feel, makes him appreciate Ignis all the more.]
Mark me, my love. Ruin me. Your cock belongs inside me...
The sweetness of his tongue makes Albert complacent, and the wet warmth is new, inviting... He'll surely ask Ignis to do this again sometime, perhaps with the aid of one of those toys he's seen here and there. The man he is right now is for Ignis and Ignis alone, a wanton thing without a care for anything but fucking and being fucked so thoroughly he forgets his own name.
He's beautiful, Albert observes, licking his lips while Ignis strokes his cock, suggestive of something that won't be happening now, but perhaps later... Then his head is forced down. He moves it slightly in the grip to get a comfortable position, where he can watch in the mirror but still be held. What he sees is miraculous.
He bites at his lower lip to muffle the sound of his groan as Ignis pushes inside, his fingers flexing against the sheets. He's tight tonight from all the tension of his confession, even with the easy workings of Ignis' tongue. Somehow, it suits the occasion. It might even hurt a little, and that is nothing short of appealing right now. The angle of his neck is already a problem, but the pain makes him feel, makes him appreciate Ignis all the more.]
Mark me, my love. Ruin me. Your cock belongs inside me...
You're filthy, look at you.
[ ignis is enthralled at the sight of albert coming, watching the spurts of milk-white ejaculate spattering all over the counter, his stomach, his hand. he loves the sight of his cum-streaks, and he swipes more sticky cum from the sensitive head of his cock before letting go of him, pushing two fingers into his mouth so he can taste himself. ]
Clean my fingers up.
[ he commands, rough and ragged before he fucks into the way albert's hole flutters around him, as if determined to milk him, too. he nuzzles into his neck with a low murmur as he continues to fuck him, going harder this time. he's fully exploiting how oversensitive he is, pushing him onto that razor edge of pain and pleasure just because he can. ]
[ ignis is enthralled at the sight of albert coming, watching the spurts of milk-white ejaculate spattering all over the counter, his stomach, his hand. he loves the sight of his cum-streaks, and he swipes more sticky cum from the sensitive head of his cock before letting go of him, pushing two fingers into his mouth so he can taste himself. ]
Clean my fingers up.
[ he commands, rough and ragged before he fucks into the way albert's hole flutters around him, as if determined to milk him, too. he nuzzles into his neck with a low murmur as he continues to fuck him, going harder this time. he's fully exploiting how oversensitive he is, pushing him onto that razor edge of pain and pleasure just because he can. ]
Yes, it does.
[ ignis hums warmly smiling down at him because he knows albert can see. he thrusts into him fully now, forcing albert to take his cock as he fills him up a little rougher than he ought. but he stills inside him when he's balls deep, giving him some time to adjust. ]
I'm going to fuck you for hours. I want your body to remember who it belongs to.
[ and he can't get enough of how elegantly beautiful he is, taking his cock inside him like this. he can see those fingers, the way he's watching himself, the sight of his cock disappearing inside of his tight, pert ass. his breath catches now, and he starts nice and slow in long strokes, want albert to enjoy the feeling of being fucked as he takes what he wants from him.
he loves the way albert's tight, hot ass grips him, the delicious slick friction as he squeezes his ass now, forcing him to tighten up just the way he likes it. of course, he gives a pert, round asscheek a playful slap. ]
Oh, look at you.
[ ignis hums warmly smiling down at him because he knows albert can see. he thrusts into him fully now, forcing albert to take his cock as he fills him up a little rougher than he ought. but he stills inside him when he's balls deep, giving him some time to adjust. ]
I'm going to fuck you for hours. I want your body to remember who it belongs to.
[ and he can't get enough of how elegantly beautiful he is, taking his cock inside him like this. he can see those fingers, the way he's watching himself, the sight of his cock disappearing inside of his tight, pert ass. his breath catches now, and he starts nice and slow in long strokes, want albert to enjoy the feeling of being fucked as he takes what he wants from him.
he loves the way albert's tight, hot ass grips him, the delicious slick friction as he squeezes his ass now, forcing him to tighten up just the way he likes it. of course, he gives a pert, round asscheek a playful slap. ]
Oh, look at you.
I would like that more than I can say.
[Albert takes the flowers with a gentle, enigmatic smile, pulling them close and looking at them for a long, fond moment.
Then his head snaps up.]
Pardon me, where are my manners? Would you like to come inside for a moment, or shall we be off?
[Albert takes the flowers with a gentle, enigmatic smile, pulling them close and looking at them for a long, fond moment.
Then his head snaps up.]
Pardon me, where are my manners? Would you like to come inside for a moment, or shall we be off?
My, the questions!
We do live together in a rather large manor. The room arrangements were determined amicably by all who reside here, so no one had any objections to the final layout. Chores are usually done by my youngest brother, Louis, and our household's butler from home, who is also here.
We do live together in a rather large manor. The room arrangements were determined amicably by all who reside here, so no one had any objections to the final layout. Chores are usually done by my youngest brother, Louis, and our household's butler from home, who is also here.
I wasn't.
[He can admit that easily enough. He was thinking of William, and of the state of Britain. Nothing could have stopped them, because Albert cared for them far more than for himself.
His eyes focus on Ignis, and his eyes lose a bit of their brightness at the question.]
Here? Darling, I've done little of value here. I've made two men I don't deserve fall for me, and I've whiled away my time in volunteer work, but...
[He can admit that easily enough. He was thinking of William, and of the state of Britain. Nothing could have stopped them, because Albert cared for them far more than for himself.
His eyes focus on Ignis, and his eyes lose a bit of their brightness at the question.]
Here? Darling, I've done little of value here. I've made two men I don't deserve fall for me, and I've whiled away my time in volunteer work, but...
[ cornering albert needs its own finesse.
moran sets the stage well -- he sits slumped in a living room chair; a wash cloth is thrown over his face to apparently help him deal with the hangover that he pretends to suffer. his breathing even and exhausted; he isn't really hiding that part, however, because he does feel a little tired.
he doesn't like browbeating or harassing the others about much of anything.
he believes in them and so, he believes if they need him, that they would know to reach out to him.
he already made the statement that wherever "james moriarty" happens to be that "sebastian moran" would be at "his" side.
his mouth opens to let out a loud huff. ]
You're doing it, again, Albert. You're hiding yourself away rather than relying on those that are around you. I don't claim to know what weight that you're carrying, but we're all here together because we agreed to carry it together. [ he takes the washcloth off his face. ] Isn't that right?
moran sets the stage well -- he sits slumped in a living room chair; a wash cloth is thrown over his face to apparently help him deal with the hangover that he pretends to suffer. his breathing even and exhausted; he isn't really hiding that part, however, because he does feel a little tired.
he doesn't like browbeating or harassing the others about much of anything.
he believes in them and so, he believes if they need him, that they would know to reach out to him.
he already made the statement that wherever "james moriarty" happens to be that "sebastian moran" would be at "his" side.
his mouth opens to let out a loud huff. ]
You're doing it, again, Albert. You're hiding yourself away rather than relying on those that are around you. I don't claim to know what weight that you're carrying, but we're all here together because we agreed to carry it together. [ he takes the washcloth off his face. ] Isn't that right?
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