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[It's certainly an unexpected strategy... But it works, and Albert pauses on his way through the room. He'd been trying to be quiet, but... Mm. Confrontation. Delicious?]
Colonel Moran.
[He smiles faintly. Moran's right. He's often right about this kind of thing, and Albert hates that, but in this case... He's finally ready to talk about a number of topics. Moran's convenient, and a man of strong morals and convictions in very specific, relevant areas.]
I've had a bit of an emotionally challenging time lately, but... Actually, if you have time, I'd like to speak with you about it all.
Colonel Moran.
[He smiles faintly. Moran's right. He's often right about this kind of thing, and Albert hates that, but in this case... He's finally ready to talk about a number of topics. Moran's convenient, and a man of strong morals and convictions in very specific, relevant areas.]
I've had a bit of an emotionally challenging time lately, but... Actually, if you have time, I'd like to speak with you about it all.
[ if this is a dream, it feels far too real to be an actual dream, because the air is choking hot, streaked with red and black, a familiar, terrible oppressive kind of suffocation that all three of the moriarty brothers know too well.
the moriarty manor is on fire.
it's not the one that they have here in noctium, no, but it's easily recognisable as their manor back in london, not the childhood manor razed to the ground, but the one that they had built a life for themselves, their plans and goals going alight in a blaze of fire.
and louis stands in the middle of the flames, seemingly unaffected by the heat, the crumbling of the manor as it burns to ash around him.
what will you do, albert? ]
the moriarty manor is on fire.
it's not the one that they have here in noctium, no, but it's easily recognisable as their manor back in london, not the childhood manor razed to the ground, but the one that they had built a life for themselves, their plans and goals going alight in a blaze of fire.
and louis stands in the middle of the flames, seemingly unaffected by the heat, the crumbling of the manor as it burns to ash around him.
what will you do, albert? ]
[Albert doesn't know when he walked into this... But one moment he was in the greenhouse and the next he was surrounded by unrelenting heat, his vision distorting as his hands were licked by flames.
Now he stands here, thinking he's alone, his mind traveling back to his youth... But the building isn't the same. No, this isn't his childhood home. This isn't the manor in Noctium, either. It's their manor in London. He knows that after a moment, when he sees a shattered picture frame on the ground, the edges of the small portrait curling in the heat.
Turning around, he sees Louis, and his heart sinks.]
Louis?
Now he stands here, thinking he's alone, his mind traveling back to his youth... But the building isn't the same. No, this isn't his childhood home. This isn't the manor in Noctium, either. It's their manor in London. He knows that after a moment, when he sees a shattered picture frame on the ground, the edges of the small portrait curling in the heat.
Turning around, he sees Louis, and his heart sinks.]
Louis?
[ the heat feels real, but the fire won't hurt them, not while this is still the domain of louis's dreamscape - he could never bring himself to hurt his older brother, after all.
louis glances back - and for a moment, it looks like he's surprised to see albert standing there, too, even as the flames continue to lick at the portrait, eating at the visages of albert, and william, leaving the printed image of louis untouched by the flames. ]
Albert nii-san.
[ there's a crack in his tone, one that betrays the same kind of turmoil that's simmering under their bond, something that albert can feel too. ]
You're here.
louis glances back - and for a moment, it looks like he's surprised to see albert standing there, too, even as the flames continue to lick at the portrait, eating at the visages of albert, and william, leaving the printed image of louis untouched by the flames. ]
Albert nii-san.
[ there's a crack in his tone, one that betrays the same kind of turmoil that's simmering under their bond, something that albert can feel too. ]
You're here.
[ if albert looks closely, the fire that springs up is more a wall, a barrier - blocking him from getting closer to where louis is in the heart of the flames, even as they continue to flicker so that they're not completely cut-off. ]
Nii-san--
[ but the flames will part for louis, since this is his dreamscape, after all, alarm seeping into his tone as the flames singe the end of albert's shirt, and ]
I never meant for you to find out about this.
[ no one was supposed to know. ]
Nii-san--
[ but the flames will part for louis, since this is his dreamscape, after all, alarm seeping into his tone as the flames singe the end of albert's shirt, and ]
I never meant for you to find out about this.
[ no one was supposed to know. ]
[Albert will let himself burn, if he must. If he doesn't, will the world ever be rid of his crimes, of what he started?
No... He can't think that way. He has to be here for his brothers. They're fine, aren't they...?]
...You were never going to tell me. I understand.
No... He can't think that way. He has to be here for his brothers. They're fine, aren't they...?]
...You were never going to tell me. I understand.
[ this is why he loves you, you naughty man. ]
Well, aside from me. Where are you?
Well, aside from me. Where are you?
[ it's one of those nights that find them tangled in each other, wrapped up so completely in each other that nothing else matters. ignis loves these nights when he loses himself in albert's kisses, the taste of his skin, the sting of his nails down his shoulders and back.
his mouth is hot, greedy, eager as his head bobs shamelessly up and down, sucking his cock like he was born for it, lapping him up with two slick fingers buried in the tight, tight passage of his hole, lube half-open on the nightstand. he's fingering him inside, rubbing up those slick walls as he smiles, dark green eyes predatory in the darkness. cum inside his mouth, darling. he's missed the thick, sticky load on his tongue. ]
his mouth is hot, greedy, eager as his head bobs shamelessly up and down, sucking his cock like he was born for it, lapping him up with two slick fingers buried in the tight, tight passage of his hole, lube half-open on the nightstand. he's fingering him inside, rubbing up those slick walls as he smiles, dark green eyes predatory in the darkness. cum inside his mouth, darling. he's missed the thick, sticky load on his tongue. ]
[He loves him. He loves everything about Ignis, really and truly, from the lilt of his voice to the touch of his fingers and tongue. He's getting the latter right now, his fingers digging into Ignis' hair and scraping nails over the back of his neck and shoulders as his hips buck into the expert sucking.
This hotel room is too nice for how filthy they're being, he knows it, but he craves it, too. This plush wingback chair near the bed where he was sitting and reading has only about half of Albert properly on it now, his coat pushed down and his shirt open, his tie untied and hanging uselessly around his neck. There's no telling where Ignis threw his slacks when he pulled them off, just before he dug his fingers into Albert's hips as they kissed and pulled him to the edge of the chair. Doubtless Albert is a sight right now, legs spread wide as Ignis works like he's being paid to do this, loud, unrestrained moans coming from Albert's kiss-bruised lips.
It's heaven. Looking down into those sweet green eyes even in this dim light makes him feel utterly powerless and completely unstoppable at once. This is love unlike anything he's ever experienced, physically and emotionally. Ignis claimed him, claims him even now...]
Darling... you're a pretty little whore when you want me this badly.
[It's breathless and useless, but Albert is absolutely taken in by Ignis tonight.]
This hotel room is too nice for how filthy they're being, he knows it, but he craves it, too. This plush wingback chair near the bed where he was sitting and reading has only about half of Albert properly on it now, his coat pushed down and his shirt open, his tie untied and hanging uselessly around his neck. There's no telling where Ignis threw his slacks when he pulled them off, just before he dug his fingers into Albert's hips as they kissed and pulled him to the edge of the chair. Doubtless Albert is a sight right now, legs spread wide as Ignis works like he's being paid to do this, loud, unrestrained moans coming from Albert's kiss-bruised lips.
It's heaven. Looking down into those sweet green eyes even in this dim light makes him feel utterly powerless and completely unstoppable at once. This is love unlike anything he's ever experienced, physically and emotionally. Ignis claimed him, claims him even now...]
Darling... you're a pretty little whore when you want me this badly.
[It's breathless and useless, but Albert is absolutely taken in by Ignis tonight.]
[ what an incredible sight albert is, a feast laid out just for him in the plush chair -- he's pretty sure that will be rendered unusable when they're done with it, but ignis doesn't care.
in this moment, albert is the only thing he fiercely, desperately craves, and he can't help a low laugh as he deepthroats him, the slick, obscene sounds of his throat tight around the thickness of albert's shaft punctuating his lover's filthy words. he loves the familiar, clean musk of him, the tickle of his curls against his nose. ignis claims him, again and again, with his legs draped on his shoulders. it's love, desire, and ignis is more than happy to drown himself in him. ]
I always want you this badly.
[ he murmurs roughly when he finally releases his cock just to comment, words scraped from his throat from how hard and enthusiastically they were going at each other. the tips of his fingers brushing against the knot deep inside of him, ignis continues -- ]
I want to taste you, Albert. Come inside my mouth. Let me swallow you down.
[ and of course, he goes back to sucking him off, harder this time. ]
in this moment, albert is the only thing he fiercely, desperately craves, and he can't help a low laugh as he deepthroats him, the slick, obscene sounds of his throat tight around the thickness of albert's shaft punctuating his lover's filthy words. he loves the familiar, clean musk of him, the tickle of his curls against his nose. ignis claims him, again and again, with his legs draped on his shoulders. it's love, desire, and ignis is more than happy to drown himself in him. ]
I always want you this badly.
[ he murmurs roughly when he finally releases his cock just to comment, words scraped from his throat from how hard and enthusiastically they were going at each other. the tips of his fingers brushing against the knot deep inside of him, ignis continues -- ]
I want to taste you, Albert. Come inside my mouth. Let me swallow you down.
[ and of course, he goes back to sucking him off, harder this time. ]
[His hips jolt up as Ignis finds that sweetest of spots inside him, those deft, darling, dear fingers that know him so well.]
God, Ignis... You are everything...
[His fingers tense in those sandy locks, gripping hard and forcing Ignis down for just a moment, enjoying the way his cock touches the back of Ignis' throat and fills his mouth. It's good that Ignis has both skill and patience with Albert's unquestionably generously sized cock. He wagers some people wouldn't handle it with such authority and grace. But Ignis swallows him like a pro, and Albert groans again, grinding against both those probing fingers and the walls of Ignis' mouth.
His thighs squeeze Ignis in a most undignified manner, then relax as he settles into a shallow rhythm of bucking against the fingers inside him and working a beautiful counterpoint to the symphony of Ignis' mouth.]
Swallow me, you filthy thing. Drink all my cum. You want it so badly, don't you...
[Breathless again, uselessly enamored, and since they've been so damnably busy lately, he knows he'll come hard and abundantly at any moment. Ignis is really just that good. One more brush of those fingers inside, and Albert gasps, stilling, before practically roaring out a moan that sounds an awful lot like his lover's name. His fingers tremble in Ignis' hair as his cock twitches and empties, pumping cum into his eager mouth and waiting throat.]
God, Ignis... You are everything...
[His fingers tense in those sandy locks, gripping hard and forcing Ignis down for just a moment, enjoying the way his cock touches the back of Ignis' throat and fills his mouth. It's good that Ignis has both skill and patience with Albert's unquestionably generously sized cock. He wagers some people wouldn't handle it with such authority and grace. But Ignis swallows him like a pro, and Albert groans again, grinding against both those probing fingers and the walls of Ignis' mouth.
His thighs squeeze Ignis in a most undignified manner, then relax as he settles into a shallow rhythm of bucking against the fingers inside him and working a beautiful counterpoint to the symphony of Ignis' mouth.]
Swallow me, you filthy thing. Drink all my cum. You want it so badly, don't you...
[Breathless again, uselessly enamored, and since they've been so damnably busy lately, he knows he'll come hard and abundantly at any moment. Ignis is really just that good. One more brush of those fingers inside, and Albert gasps, stilling, before practically roaring out a moan that sounds an awful lot like his lover's name. His fingers tremble in Ignis' hair as his cock twitches and empties, pumping cum into his eager mouth and waiting throat.]
[It's been over a month, and Mitsuki still can't believe Albert went ahead and got him the business permit for a bakery. It still feels like so much, but after picking the place and setting everything up and writing the menu and making everything...
It's been wonderful. It's something that's both nostalgic and entirely new - it's so much more work than working at the bakery bake home, but he's glad he paid enough attention to things that the business side of things isn't entirely overwhelming. Still, it's nice to wake up early, get things in the oven, and then spend the rest of the day making people happy. And with the fresh flowers Albert brings in every day, it's even better.
Speaking of Albert - the man has become something of the only real official taste tester for the bakery. He asks just about everyone he knows for their opinions, but since Albert is the financier, he gets the final say. Hence, tonight. It's long past closing, and Mitsuki has invited Albert over. The man has a copy of the keys, so Mitsuki isn't worried. He just keeps himself busy in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a tray of macarons, waiting for the sound of the door.]
It's been wonderful. It's something that's both nostalgic and entirely new - it's so much more work than working at the bakery bake home, but he's glad he paid enough attention to things that the business side of things isn't entirely overwhelming. Still, it's nice to wake up early, get things in the oven, and then spend the rest of the day making people happy. And with the fresh flowers Albert brings in every day, it's even better.
Speaking of Albert - the man has become something of the only real official taste tester for the bakery. He asks just about everyone he knows for their opinions, but since Albert is the financier, he gets the final say. Hence, tonight. It's long past closing, and Mitsuki has invited Albert over. The man has a copy of the keys, so Mitsuki isn't worried. He just keeps himself busy in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a tray of macarons, waiting for the sound of the door.]
[Albert feels he sees less of Mitsuki lately, and he wholly blames himself for it. That's why he's overjoyed and relieved when the busy idol turned patisserie still invites him to taste test the new items at the bakery. It's been two weeks since they spent any appreciable time together besides Albert's persistent morning greetings, as he's been terribly busy working his way into governmental affairs. It's taxing, but not as taxing as his old life, so he calls it mostly a win. Mostly. It only truly feels like one when precious time to see Mitsuki slides into his schedule.
He opens the door, its happy little chime bringing an already nostalgic smile to his face. This may have been given to Mitsuki as a gift, and it is most assuredly his domain, but something about it still rings of them. It's a special place, where he can stare unendingly at Mitsuki as he plans new recipes with boundless enthusiasm, or sit and enjoy freshly brewed tea and a little cake while Mitsuki does the day's accounting. This is like their little getaway, for Albert at least. Surely it's just business as usual for Mitsuki, but it's fine for certain things to be a little one-sided, after all.]
Mitsuki?
[He's not in the front of the shop, so he's surely in the kitchen already. It looks like Albert won't get the pleasure of watching him go through the whole process this time, but he knows it's his own fault for being kept so late by business of his own. Heading back to the kitchen, he can't help his expression shifting into the absolute fondest of smiles when he sees Mitsuki, apron on, sleeves rolled up, his hair just faintly tousled... The fondness lingers in silence for a beat as he stares in quiet awe at what this place has given him, at radiant sunshine even in the darkest of nights. He would do anything for Mitsuki, and he's come to accept that. He cherishes it, even.]
I'm sorry I've come so late. You have my most utterly sincere apologies. [He bows his head only far enough to look apologetic, but not enough that his gaze has to leave Mitsuki.] And these smell delightful! Goodness, my mouth is already watering just looking at them.
He opens the door, its happy little chime bringing an already nostalgic smile to his face. This may have been given to Mitsuki as a gift, and it is most assuredly his domain, but something about it still rings of them. It's a special place, where he can stare unendingly at Mitsuki as he plans new recipes with boundless enthusiasm, or sit and enjoy freshly brewed tea and a little cake while Mitsuki does the day's accounting. This is like their little getaway, for Albert at least. Surely it's just business as usual for Mitsuki, but it's fine for certain things to be a little one-sided, after all.]
Mitsuki?
[He's not in the front of the shop, so he's surely in the kitchen already. It looks like Albert won't get the pleasure of watching him go through the whole process this time, but he knows it's his own fault for being kept so late by business of his own. Heading back to the kitchen, he can't help his expression shifting into the absolute fondest of smiles when he sees Mitsuki, apron on, sleeves rolled up, his hair just faintly tousled... The fondness lingers in silence for a beat as he stares in quiet awe at what this place has given him, at radiant sunshine even in the darkest of nights. He would do anything for Mitsuki, and he's come to accept that. He cherishes it, even.]
I'm sorry I've come so late. You have my most utterly sincere apologies. [He bows his head only far enough to look apologetic, but not enough that his gaze has to leave Mitsuki.] And these smell delightful! Goodness, my mouth is already watering just looking at them.
[He hears the chiming of the bell, so there’s already a smile on his face when Albert enters the kitchen. He was already excited for his visit, but seeing him again, knowing that he has the night ahead…
It’s been so long. It’s been almost too long, but Mitsuki knows Albert is a busy man who wants to change the world. Politics aren’t exactly something you can do casually, and it’s an honorable thing so Mitsuki can’t begrudge Albert being busy or distracted. It just makes moments like these all the sweeter.]
Hey! You’re not really all that late, so don’t worry about.
[…Mitsuki might have gotten wrapped up in things and stopped keeping track of time. It’s fine. It happens.
He grins, eyes bright as he looks at Albert with open adoration.]
Good, because I need you to try as many as you can handle.
[He’ll explain the flavors as he goes - but first, he’s going to dust off his hands and circle around to Albert’s side, leaning and stretching to press a kiss to his cheek in greeting.]
It’s been so long. It’s been almost too long, but Mitsuki knows Albert is a busy man who wants to change the world. Politics aren’t exactly something you can do casually, and it’s an honorable thing so Mitsuki can’t begrudge Albert being busy or distracted. It just makes moments like these all the sweeter.]
Hey! You’re not really all that late, so don’t worry about.
[…Mitsuki might have gotten wrapped up in things and stopped keeping track of time. It’s fine. It happens.
He grins, eyes bright as he looks at Albert with open adoration.]
Good, because I need you to try as many as you can handle.
[He’ll explain the flavors as he goes - but first, he’s going to dust off his hands and circle around to Albert’s side, leaning and stretching to press a kiss to his cheek in greeting.]
[Why change this world if he can't share it with Mitsuki? He learned his lesson back home, or rather by coming here and eventually knowing what their plots back home wrought. A world improved is not worth improving if the people you treasure can't share it.
He vows to make more time for Mitsuki when he sees that brilliant light in his eyes. The kiss to his cheek isn't nearly enough, but he's so enamored that he just stares back for a brief moment as Mitsuki pulls away. The kiss is returned, though to his dear idol's forehead, before he slightly reluctantly looks to the desserts.]
I'll try them all, of course. Luckily for us both, I had an early and rather light lunch today, so I have plenty of room to spare.
[He notes Mitsuki's hands probably need to stay clean enough to handle food, so when he reaches out for him, it's Mitsuki's elbow that he gently catches. The softness in his eyes as he looks down at him is genuine and comes from the deepest parts of his heart.]
I've missed you. So very, very much.
He vows to make more time for Mitsuki when he sees that brilliant light in his eyes. The kiss to his cheek isn't nearly enough, but he's so enamored that he just stares back for a brief moment as Mitsuki pulls away. The kiss is returned, though to his dear idol's forehead, before he slightly reluctantly looks to the desserts.]
I'll try them all, of course. Luckily for us both, I had an early and rather light lunch today, so I have plenty of room to spare.
[He notes Mitsuki's hands probably need to stay clean enough to handle food, so when he reaches out for him, it's Mitsuki's elbow that he gently catches. The softness in his eyes as he looks down at him is genuine and comes from the deepest parts of his heart.]
I've missed you. So very, very much.
[He gestures broadly at the trays, looking back at Albert. He was having a good day, if incredibly busy, but just having Albert around makes everything so much better. It’s so small, but it’s wonderful. He got so lucky, ending up in a place as crazy as this and finding a man like Albert. What were the chances?
He points at a cluster of pink macarons.]
These are chiri blossom and chocolate. The ones next to it are rose and chiri blossom, these are matcha - have you tried matcha yet? And these are earl grey. Flowers and tea seem like a good fit for the summer, right?
[He pauses at the hand on his elbow, and he feels a bit like swooning. Albert just… Has that ability.]
I missed you too - it’s good to be with you again. Hopefully we can get more nights like this…
He points at a cluster of pink macarons.]
These are chiri blossom and chocolate. The ones next to it are rose and chiri blossom, these are matcha - have you tried matcha yet? And these are earl grey. Flowers and tea seem like a good fit for the summer, right?
[He pauses at the hand on his elbow, and he feels a bit like swooning. Albert just… Has that ability.]
I missed you too - it’s good to be with you again. Hopefully we can get more nights like this…
[His eyes just sparkle as he tears his attention away from Mitsuki and politely focuses on the baked goods. They look divine, they truly do, and he's eager to try them.]
Matcha? No, to be honest I don't think I've had the pleasure. I'm sure this will be a marvelous introduction to it.
[He does politely let Mitsuki go, but he'll intrude upon his space again in no time, surely.]
The election is coming up, so I'm hoping to have more time after, no matter the outcome. My dearest Mitsuki, do know you're at the very top of my priorities.
[His smile is so gently apologetic that he actually catches himself doing it and looks sheepish.]
Ah, but I ought to be trying your remarkable desserts rather than carrying on!
Matcha? No, to be honest I don't think I've had the pleasure. I'm sure this will be a marvelous introduction to it.
[He does politely let Mitsuki go, but he'll intrude upon his space again in no time, surely.]
The election is coming up, so I'm hoping to have more time after, no matter the outcome. My dearest Mitsuki, do know you're at the very top of my priorities.
[His smile is so gently apologetic that he actually catches himself doing it and looks sheepish.]
Ah, but I ought to be trying your remarkable desserts rather than carrying on!
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