KITTEN AU

[keepcalmcookon]

Eorzea is a dangerous place. Less dangerous than Eos is now with demons overrunning it, but still dangerous. Ignis has grown used to walking and fighting on both, although it's taken several years since Noctis was pulled into the crystal. One of his primary tasks is recruiting people to help his world, being able to help people travel between it from his powers gained from being a Traveler.

None of that is important at this moment, not when he's shopping the market. The specific city doesn't even matter. All that matters is that there is good spices and ingredients to be had, and he will have them. He's to cook for himself and Felih tonight, and Ignis will only settle with the best--so long as it's not outrageously expensive beyond reason.

The sound of a child whimpering brings him out of his focus between deciding on two different spices. He doesn't look towards the noise at first, simply keeping his ears open. It's followed by the sound of a purr, maybe some attempt at self-soothing. Then the whimper happens simultaneous to the purring, and from the pitch of both, he knows that there are two children.

Two Miqo'te children, one trying to comfort the other in a way only Miqo'te can.

He looks up from his task then over towards the sound. It's hard to spot them at first, through the crowd with both sitting on the ground, hunched over and clinging to each other. He can't tell their sexes from that far away, but he can clearly enough see the state of their clothes and how dirty they are--and that somehow, miraculously, they're obviously not starving. The way that they cling to each other tells him even more--that they seek solace in each other beyond what is normal for that age.

Orphans. They're orphans. In a Miqo'te tribe, they would be well taken care of if they were without a mother. But this is a Hyur settlement, and they're Seekers of the Sun. There's no tribe to take care of them here. No one at all, by the looks of them. He seems to be the only one that's noticed them at all. Both anger and disappointment well up in him, even if he understands that many people are just struggling to survive themselves and just how powerful the bystander effect truly is.

Ignis is not a bystander, and in that moment, he understands perfectly how his priorities have changed.

"I know what you're thinkin'," the shop proprieter's voice cuts into Ignis's thoughts, making him turn to look at him directly again. "But no one's been able to convince 'em to come with."

Knowing that someone's tried is small comfort, Ignis turning his concerned gaze fully onto the man. "They just run away?"

"If you get too close, yeah," the man shrugs. "They'll accept food and water, but if you try to grab them, they bolt."

"Has everyone that has approached them been Hyur?" Ignis asks, and when the man nods, he continues. "Then it's likely they've had a bad experience to ward them away. Miqo'te tribes share in the care of their children, and I can't see them becoming so distrustful without reason. Something must have interrupted their natural inclination to trust adults, even if everyone is Hyur."

Again, the man shrugs. "We know. But they ain't for convincin' to let any of us take 'em in until we can give them back to a tribe. Someone even tried netting them once, but they were too fast. They've been extra skittish ever since"

"They're far too fast for that," Ignis snorts, glancing at the children again. "But they allow you to feed them?"

"Yeah, they do."

"Will they be here in a few hours? Is that where they usually spend the day? What have they been eating?" Ignis knows already what his plan is; he just needs the details to fall into place.

"Yeah, they'll be here then--and tomorrow, too, and the next day after that," the man looks at Ignis in curiosity, then starts to list off what he knows.

Ignis's eyes light up by the time he's finished, "It's as I expected." He points to pre-packaged bags of three different spices. "I'll need one of each."

"Those are featured in Seeker of the Sun recipes, aren't they?" the keep asks.

"Yes, they are," Ignis smiles slyly. "Each tribe has their own individual recipes, but the basic components are the same."

"And we've been only feedin' them Hyur food." Ignis smiles wider when the man catches on quickly.

"Exactly. I have a dear friend who has taught me his tribe's recipes."

"Then it's on the house," the keep adds, amused by Ignis's surprise; he grabs the spices hands them over. "Anything to get those kids off the streets."

"If this doesn't work, then I'll simply bring a Seeker of the Sun with me," Ignis chuckles. "I know one, and he's due to return from his quest later this afternoon. It'll be me or him. They'll be off the streets by tonight."

"Thank the Twelve," the man runs a hand over his face. "We've been worried sick about 'em. They've been climbin' onto someone roof to sleep so that they stay safe at night, but--"

Ignis looks directly into his eyes. "--You needn't worry any longer, just as long as you can keep them here for a few hours until I've cooked the necessary food to convince them. A few hours beyond that if I'm not successful."

The man nods. "I can do that."

"Good," Ignis nods back, taking the ingredients and putting them into his bag. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

And with that, he takes his leave.



Several hours later, Ignis returns with a simple basket. He notes with relief the children are still there, but avoids going up to them immediately, talking to a couple of nearby vendors to see what they've noticed. Now that he knows about the children, he can see many of the adults keeping an eye on them. He's glad he didn't rush to accuse them of not caring; they've done all they could.

Letting the children see him for a few minutes, he eventually turns to make a gentle path towards them, cutting his path short about ten feet in front of them. Ignis senses both sets of eyes on him, suspicious and scared, but he doesn't their gaze. Instead, he keeps his gaze to what he is doing. First, a small picnic blanket that he unfolds slowly instead of flicking it into the air. Then, three sets of wooden plates, two facing the children and one facing himself. Cloth napkins. Wooden cups with handles.

He hears one of the children sniffing the air, then both, and tries not to smile as he picks up a water skin and pours date juice into each of the cups. On the plates go sticks that skewer meat and vegetables--each of the plates opposite having a different meat, as each child had a different favorite from what the merchant told him. And then, also on the plate, a small cookie flavored with pawpaw.

"Miq'abobs!" the younger child, a boy, says to the girl holding him protectively.

She shushes him and Ignis can't help but smile a little. With the plates set, Ignis starts to eat his own food, paying the kittens no obvious mind. They need to come to him, and not the other way around.

A few minutes later, he's rewarded by seeing a small hand dart out to take a kebab just out of the corner of his eye. It isn't long before he sees the other set of skewers and the wooden cups be reached for by two little different sets of hands. He eats his own food quietly, and when he sees that they've nearly finished, he pulls out the earthware bowl holding more skewers out of the basket. It's barely after he's placed it down that two sets of hands are already pulling food out. Their cups are empty, and he refills them. He's pleased that they barely shy away from his movements.

"He smells like Miqo'te," the little boy speaks again, and Ignis sips his date juice pleasurably. "He cooks Miqo'te, too!"

The girl hisses to shush him this time, and Ignis knows she's the one he must convince, as he speaks gently. "His name is Felih. Mine is Ignis."

"I'm Khet!" The girl hisses as the boy just gives up his name, just like that, and Ignis has to stifle a laugh.

Mostly because he feels the girl's eyes boring into him. "He doesn't keep things close to the vest, does he?"

"No," she groans and falls into silence for a while before adding: "I'm Lahni."

Step one, complete. He has names. Their tribal names are absent, but he can ask the girl later, and then Felih can help him find their tribe.

"Are you sister and brother?" Ignis finally turns his eyes upward then, seeing that both children have sat cross-legged across from him.

Lahni nods, and he only meets her eyes for a moment, keeping his gaze politely from locking. Her tail shows she's still untrusting of him, although her brother's posture is already relaxed.

"Felih and I have a spare bed," Ignis offers quietly. "You're free to stay until we can reunite you with your tribe, but I'll leave the choice to you."

He's speaking to the girl, not the boy, who's happily eating his cookie now. Ignis can feel her eyes boring into him, and her tail lashes in annoyance. Not wanting to push it, Ignis goes back to eating his kebab.

By the time he's nearly finished, he notes that the earthware pot is entirely empty, and he pulls off the last piece of meat and offers it to the boy, who takes it with almost no hesitation at all.

"Okay."

Outwardly, Ignis keeps his face neutral when his heart begs for him to dance. Both Miqo'te can hear it, and he doesn't care. It'll only be further proof that he means well.

"We're staying in a house a few short blocks away," Ignis goes on gently, letting himself smile freely now as he points in the direction of the house. "Do you have anything you need me to carry?"

"No," the girl's replies are monosyllabic, and Ignis knows she's on the verge of bolting, but he won't force her and make it come true; she likely does have things she'd like to bring, but doesn't want to expose their hiding spots.

"All right, then; I'll just clean this up first, and we can set out," Ignis starts cleaning up the plates, cups, and napkins, folding the blanket and putting it on top of them.

The boy is simply sitting and watching him, already trusting.

"You've done well to keep your brother safe," Ignis commends the girl, and her tail pauses in its movements, but he doesn't elaborate any further.

He keeps himself surprisingly calm as he stands and the two children start to follow, Lahni holding onto Khet's hand tightly. Ignis smiles to the merchant who told him about the two originally, and the man nods back, looking horribly relieved.

The children follow him all the way back to the house, although he has to slow down and wait for Khet several times, even trying to keep his pace slow. Lahni watches him the entire time, looking for any reason to run. He keeps the house's outside door open and walks beyond it before they cross over the threshhold. If she wants to run, she can--and because he's giving her the option, he knows she won't. Not that she could easily do so with Khet, but she likely plans to claw and bite him into oblivion if he tries anything.

"I can heat up some water for a bath," Ignis offers as he puts the picnic basket on a table. "I can tell--"

"I wanna bath!" Khet exclaims excitedly. "A bath!"

Ignis chuckles warmly, then looks to Lahni, who nods after a small hesitation. "Then a bath you shall have."



He's not all that surprised that Lahni trusts him enough to heat the water for the bath and poor it in, but that she doesn't trust him enough to let him bathe the two of them. Lahni tells him to stay outside and promptly locks him out of the room. Ignis actually laughs a little at it, but he can't really complain.

They have a roof over their heads, finally. That's a start. The rest will simply have to come with time.

He hears the outside door open again--he's been allowed to shut it by now--and he turns around to see Felih, smiling widely in amusement as he stands outside their bedroom door, "You're back early, love."

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[keepcalmcookon]

Ignis isn't shy about his attentions, either, his cock rapidly growing hard, pushing a tent up in his pants and against Felih's stomach. The height difference is always funny, and the worst part is that they can't kiss like this very easily. Hence the need of help from the wall.

Oh how he's missed Felih! His ears and tail shooting up, his begging, the claws digging into his clothes, the feeling of being inside him. Just his entire presence and the love between them. Ignis has made sure that the table where they keep their supplies is in easy reach, because he doesn't plan to change their position much once they get started.

"There's no need to beg," Ignis starts immediately working on Felih's trousers and small clothes, reaching both hands back into the cloth hanging loosely over his hips. "I'll give you everything that you desire."

One hand strokes at the base of his tail for a moment again while the other one strokes his cock; after all, foreplay is important, and he wants to drive Felih to more desperate need. "Absolutely everything."

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Felih is purring away, and Ignis' voice is low and lovely, the words sending a shiver down Felih's spine and making him bite his lip to try and stifle a whimper of need. He's so worked up already, and his mate is already promising him such pleasure and bliss- but then his tail gets teased, his cock gets stroked, and he's moaning and crying out again, trembling against the wall. His cock is swollen and thick, dripping with slick pre already as it throbs in Ignis' hand, and having the base of his tail teased just has Felih's hips bucking as a spurt of pre rushes out of him, glistening and hot.

"Aah-! I-Ignis- Twelve- missed you, missed you-" he pants breathlessly after his cry of ecstasy, body heating up by the second, arousal coursing through every inch of him.

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"I missed you, too," Ignis replies, his voice growing softer.

He reluctantly takes a step back to start undressing Felih, hands moving quickly. There's no time to wait to get them both naked. They can just do foreplay then. Less stains on their clothes, and Ignis just wants to see Felih in all his glory.

When Felih's legs are are fully bare, Ignis runs his hands upside the sides of them. "I dreamt of you while you were gone."

[seasoflight]

Felih shivers as he's undressed, bare skin exposed to the cool air as Ignis pushes the fabric off of him. It slides off his skin easily, becoming a puddle of silks on the floor, and in moments he's exposed. His cock is swollen, throbbing, a deep and dark pink that contrasts with his dark brown skin. And it's already glistening with pre, dripping from the tip and down the shaft, off the barbs, balls plump and heavy underneath.

"D-Did you...?" he pants, when Ignis speaks, cheeks burning as his hands run over Ignis' body to push off his lover's clothes in response. "What did you dream?"

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A delight for Ignis's eyes; one that he intends to fully take advantage of in the next few moments.

They'll make quick work of Felih's clothes, too. He waits to answer the question until he's fully naked and can wrap his arms around Felih again.

"Guess," Ignis replies back quietly, pulling their naked bodies together so that Felih can feel just how hard he's become.

[seasoflight]

Oh, that's unfair. Ignis' voice is low and soft, making Felih shiver as their bodies press together, letting him feel just how much his mate wants him. He whines, clinging tighter to his lover, and he buries his face into his chest.

"T-Twelve, it better have been you fucking me senseless," he whines, his own cock aching, hips shifting to try and rut along his mate's cock as well for some much-needed friction. He needs a bit of help, considering the difference in height, but he's determined and wanting so badly for more touch.

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Ignis chuckles lowly, knowing it'll only make Felih even more eager, as he murmurs into Felih's ear--which is a perfect height almost, by the way, for just that. "Oh, it was. Shall I show you?"

Felih's going to climb right up him and push Ignis into him himself if he doesn't move, with the way he's moving and whining. Ignis's breath hitches as Felih rubs up against him, and then at once he picks Felih up and thumps him into the wall, their hips finally aligning. Gods, why does he always pick positions that leave his arms so sore afterwards?!

[seasoflight]

The lift and thump has Felih gasping and shivering, going weak as another jolt of arousal rushes right through him, down into his aching cock. Another spurt of pre spatters between their stomachs, and he whimpers needily as he waits for his mate to fill him already, fuck him how he so badly needs- and it doesn't help that Ignis is murmuring right into his ear, teasing and tempting him.

"Yes, yesyesyes please Ignis fuck me-" he whines and fusses and begs, legs wrapping around Ignis' hips soon enough while his arms loop around his neck, clinging to him desperately and wanting to be filled.

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Ignis smirks as Felih clings to him; the clinging will definitely keep him going for longer, but it's really the desperation behind it that Ignis loves. "As you wish."

He even has a free hand now to grab the container that has the lube and open it with a practiced flare. Ignis dips two fingers into it, rolling it onto them. Felih's willing when he moves to easily slip inside him and start to slick him up on the inside.

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The intrusion of his mate's fingers has him squirming more against the wall, shuddering and panting, thick cock jerking and twitching between their bodies as Ignis stretches into him.

"Nngh- fill me- fill me- want you, it's been so long-" he whines, desperate for him, clinging tighter still. He's so needy, and when he's been alone for too long he gets so very pent-up. It only makes it worse that he's been away from his mate for a while, craving his scent, his body, and he can't wait to feel him again. "Need you- claim me- Ignis!"

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Ignis chuckles a little at how Felih's cock is saying 'hello' as it always does. He loves how expressive it is as the rest of Felih.

"I will and more," Ignis promises fervently, kissing Felih's hair. "I won't make you wait...."

He really can't let him wait. Felih's so obviously pent up, already dropping full sentences for pleas. The first time they're together like this again is always a fast dance, so desperate are Felih's needs. Ignis could last longer if it was just him, but looking at Felih makes him just as desperate. Because the sooner they are done with this, the sooner Ignis can recover and have Felih inside of him....

Felih's already relaxed, of course--his body always seems ready for this. Ignis pulls out his hand, rubbing the lube that has pooled on his palm to lube up his erection. The only thing he pauses for is to dry the lube off his hand so that he can hold Felih properly without his grip slipping.

He aligns Felih's hips once that business is done, letting just his tip slip inside him. Then he claims Felih's lips, enjoying the power to muffle Felih's reactions within his own mouth. Felih doesn't need it to beg or plead anymore, either, as Ignis lets Felih slip down the wall just as he thrusts up with his hips, letting gravity increase the force Felih feels inside.

This was why he wanted Felih to still wear that robe: to avoid splinters from all the movement they'll be doing.

[seasoflight]

Felih is always wanting to be full, to have someone drive him senseless with pleasure, to make him forget the endless stresses and burdens he bears as a Warrior of Light. His mate is home and he can finally relish his presence, his touch, and he shudders and clings to his mate tight as Ignis pushes into him, bit by bit.

His cries are muffled into the kisses, and the first thrust earns Ignis a tight squeeze and a muffled whimper, a spurt of pre bursting from Felih's tip before he squirms and grinds his hips down to meet him.

It's clear he wants more, wants his mate, wants to be filled and claimed.

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Ignis wants to claim him, to claim victory that the two of them have once again been reunited in this dangerous world. Felih is a Warrior of Light, meaning he courts death more regularly than Ignis ever has. They're alive together in this moment!

His own groan is muffled as Felih squeezes around him. Ignis can't cover Felih's mouth forever on account of needing his own breath, and he breaks off the kiss with a smile after Felih grinds down, eliciting another moan. Gods, how much he loves this man!

One last time, he makes certain that he has a safe grip on Felih before he starts up a rhythm—and he starts fast, impatient himself after being separated from Felih for so long.

[seasoflight]

The quick, eager pace has Felih writhing and moaning, panting and shuddering against the wall as his mate fucks into him. Hard and deep, he feels his lover's thick cock filling him, rutting over his sweet spot over and over, making his bobbing and jerking cock spurt pre between their bodies. It's the pretty silk robes keeping him cushioned against the walls, and he writhes and squeezes tighter, legs locking around Ignis' hips.

"G-Gods- love you, love you, love you-" he pants and mewls as he clings to his mate, shuddering and writhing around him. He's so pent up, balls swollen and aching, pressing against Ignis' thighs as their hips slam together. He just falls apart, letting himself give up coherent thought to the ecstasy he's in.

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Ignis can't think, either. He can simply move, working them both closer to completion. They've been apart for too long, and he just wants to experience Felih falling apart in his arms.

"Felih—" Ignis says his name as a prayer. "I love you!"

He can't really say much else, being the one doing most of the work. Not enough breath. Ignis's focus is all on Felih's pleasure, knowing the Miqo'te needs it more than him. The feeling of Felih squeezing around him, the feeling of legs clutching to him desperately. All of it is so much and so real that neither of them will last long for the first round. But they have hours of play ahead of them, so it's no real loss.

[seasoflight]

It doesn't take much longer for him to reach bliss. A few more hard, well-aimed thrusts and Felih starts to shudder, walls clenching around his mate's cock tight as he cries out. Orgasm overtakes him like a crashing wave, and the rush is too much, leaving his thoughts scattered and incoherent as he screams, thick cock jerking and starting to spurt a mess of thick white seed all over himself, and onto his mate as well. He's trembling and panting hard, going weak, only his mate's support and the door keeping him upright as ecstasy overwhelms him.

He's feeling blessed release and relief, and the joy of his mate with him again, so he clutches at Ignis tightly and mewls for him, wanting to be close, to feel him inside, knowing that they're together again and reveling in each other's bodies like this.