*Special thanks to Goldslactuar lhugbereth and Prompto-loco on Tumblr for writing ideas and art. I know the characters are slightly OOC here, but it's my AU and I do what I want *raspberries*. Contains more dubious consent.

VERSUS XV

Part 3

Ignis arrived bright and early at the apartment complex where His Highness resided. He was scheduled for some early morning training with Gladio and Ignis wanted to make sure he ate a good breakfast before bringing him to the Citadel. Gladio wanted to make up for the afternoon he missed training the Prince last week and Ignis was sure Noctis was going to need the extra calories.

As he entered the foyer to the complex he walked over to the elevator, hit the up button, and waited. When it pinged to announce its arrival and the doors opened, Ignis was greeted with the familiar form of the Prince's other half. He looked tired and more disheveled than usual. Prompto hadn't even bothered to spike up his hair. It was unlike him. He didn't look up from his phone as he walked out of the elevator and past the strategist. "Good morning," said Ignis politely.

"Morning," the blonde replied indifferently and continued to walk down the breezeway and out the front door.

A concerned look crossed Ignis' face as he stepped into the elevator and hit the button to Noct's floor. Prompto was usually one of the more chipper and energetic people he knew. He was always one for a smile or a friendly high five. This morning it was like he didn't even know him. Curious, Ignis thought as the elevator doors opened. He made his way down the hall to Noct's apartment and slid his set of keys into the lock. He would have to inquire if Prompto and the Prince had had an argument. Perhaps that would explain the gunslinger's peculiar behavior.

Ignis entered the apartment quietly in case the Prince was still asleep, but was surprised to hear the water running in the bathroom. Noctis wasn't normally one to be awake this early.

Pulling out the frying pan from the cabinet and acquiring some eggs, cheese, and bread from the refrigerator he browsed the rest of the shelves to see if he could find any peppers or spinach he might be able to sneak into the omelet. Finding the fridge devoid of anything remotely vegetative he settled for an onion he found in the pantry. He would have to go grocery shopping later.

The water stopped running while he was mincing the onions. He heard some shuffling before the door opened. Ignis stopped chopping and stared wide-eyed.

Prompto jumped when he saw him and held the towel tighter around his waist. "Six, Iggy you scared the hell out of me." He pushed some of the wet hair out of his face. "When did you get here?"

Ignis blinked again. His mind must be playing tricks on him. Maybe he'd been burning the candle at both ends between his studies and his duties to the Prince. He put down the knife and took his glasses off, rubbing his eyes. Perhaps he should take a day off as Gladio suggested.

"You alright, Specks?" Prompto asked, looking concerned.

"Yes… Yes I'm fine." He put his glasses back on. "Apologies. For a moment I thought I had seen you in the foyer on my way in. Seeing you again just threw me off…" Ignis tilted his head to the side now that he got a better look at the blonde. "Are those bite marks?"

Prompto blanched and reached his hand up to cover the bruise on his collar bone, but he neglected to hide the ones on his hip, stomach, and shoulder. "No," he squeaked out.

"Prompto," said Ignis, "is everything alright?"

Instead of the blonde's answer, Ignis heard Noct groan from the other room. He emerged into the common space clad in a pair of sleep shorts. "Prom, do we have any more potions?" Noctis asked groggily as he stumbled his way out of the dark hallway. His eyes were on the floor and his tongue darted out against a bruise on his lip. "Versus did a number on me. I think might call Gladio and can...cel..." The prince finally looked up into the kitchenette and noticed his advisor standing there. He smiled nervously, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. Ignis hadn't seen that look since the Prince snuck out of the castle when he was seventeen. "Heeey, Ignis," he said and tried to smile innocently. He failed when he winced at his bruised lip.

Ignis put on a mixed look of concern and displeasure. He crossed his arms. "Would someone mind telling me what happened and who this Versus character is?"

A few days later…

Ignis sat in the darkness of the Regalia and browsed through the file by the glow of the streetlight. He'd allocated a few extra funds to the private investigator he'd hired for his discretion considering this involved a potential issue of national security, or at the very least an illicit lover of the Prince. Either way the money was worth the investigators silence.

Ignis pulled out a photo the P.I. had taken from a great distance through an apartment window. He seemed to have gotten it while the man, Versus, was changing. Indeed he looked almost exactly like Prompto although he clearly spent a bit more time in the gym than his jovial counterpart. Physical similarities aside, Ignis paid particular attention to the barcode on Versus wrist. While Prompto had been vetted years ago, when he first befriended Noct. Although Ignis did discover that Prompto was an MT of sorts, he lacked any of the maliciousness his metal clad brethren possessed.

This character's intentions, however, came into question much more seriously. Especially after he'd physically left marks on their future King. Noctis had ensured that it was alright, but Ignis wasn't convinced. Somehow this man had not only seduced Noct, but Prompto as well. This had to be looked into.

"There he is," said Gladio from the passenger seat. Across the street Versus walked into The Floating Vagabond just as the din of the jazz band started to play. "You weren't kidding. He really is Prompto's spitting image."

"Indeed he is," said Ignis. "Are you sure about this? There are other ways to get him alone for questioning."

"You're probably right," said Gladio, "but if he's as big of a player as I think he is then this is probably the best way to get him alone."

Ignis sighed. "If you insist."

"You're more than welcome to go in and try yourself."

Ignis shook his head. "He might recognize me from Noct's apartment from a few days ago, I don't want to risk it." He also didn't want to admit that his flirting skills were not the best.

Gladio shrugged. "Fine. Give me a few hours."

Ignis nodded. "I'll drive around. Let me know when you're at the hotel and I'll meet you there. We don't want to scare him off."

Gladio sat at the very end of the bar and sipped his beer while he continuously glanced between the band, his phone, and Prompto's doppelganger. Versus looked a touch older than himself, which was unnerving considering he was used to seeing the younger, happier, lither version of the blonde attached to Noct's hip at all times. Especially since they started dating officially.

The thought of this guy wedging himself in between the two of them flipped something over in his stomach. Something Gladio told himself was revulsion.

When he finished his beer, he waited for Versus to make his way toward him. He intentionally double checked his phone and stood up a bit to look over the crowd to the door. "Waiting for someone?" Versus said smoothly as he took the empty glass.

Gladio faked a sigh, "Maybe. I think I might have been stood up," he lied.

Versus made an apologetic face that bartenders are wont to do to sympathize with their customers. "Sorry man. What's her name?"

"Him," said Gladio glancing down at his phone again. "And his name doesn't matter. Fuck him."

The bait has been laid out…

Gladio watched as a smile crept to Versus face.

…and there's a little tug on the line.

"Who would turn down a stunning chunk of man-flesh such as yourself?" Versus made a disappointed face. "Their loss. What are you drinking tonight? It's on the house," said the blonde.

"Surprise me," said the shield, returning the smile.

"If you insist." Versus walked down the bar and produced a tumbler before dumping liquor after liquor after liquor into it followed by a mix of fruit juice before giving the whole thing a shake and pouring it into a salt rimmed glass. He placed it in front of Gladio with a light flourish. "Lonely Heart Special. Cheers."

That was a lot of alcohol. Even for someone of Gladio's size. Still, he took a sip and was surprised that it wasn't overly sweet and he could barely tell there was any alcohol in it at all. "That's a dangerous combination," he said.

"That's the point," said Versus leaning over the bar at him. "It's to make even the most broken hearted not give two shits."

Gladio took another small sip. "Well, that'll do it."

"What's your name?"

"Karis," Gladio lied.

"I'm Versus. What are you up to later tonight?"

"Unless my date shows up in the next ten minutes, nothing much."

Versus licked his lips and an unexpected warmth crept down Gladio's stomach. Gods this guy was good. It was especially disquieting coming from the near mirror image of Prompto. "Well," Versus said, "it's a bit slow tonight. If you'd like I can see if I can get off work early and we can go somewhere less public."

Gladio smirked back at him. "I have a hotel room booked nearby."

"Marvelous," said Versus. He glanced down the bar to a few patrons glaring at him with empty glasses. "I've gotta take care of that, but give me an hour. I'll talk to Brigit and maybe we can get out of here. Sound good?"

The shield took another sip of his drink. "Sounds good."

Roughly an hour later Gladio was leading Versus back towards the hotel room he'd reserved earlier that day. It only seemed logical considering they certainly didn't want to bring him back to the Citadel or let him know where he or Ignis lived considering his questionable motives. Besides, it made the catch all the easier to reel in. Especially considering the hotel was only four blocks from the bar.

Thanks to Gladio's size the potent drink only made him slightly tipsy compared to what he'd imagine it would do. He wondered if this was a scene Versus played out regularly.

He'd finished his drink to keep up appearances and banked on his bigger size to metabolize it. What he hadn't counted on was Versus to wrap a hand around his waist as they walked, tucking a thumb in the waistband of Gladio's pants. It wasn't much, but coming from Prompto's twin it had a more potent effect than he'd expected.

It probably didn't help that Gladio had a bit of a crush on the Prince's boyfriend for a while now. He'd kept his professional façade for obvious reasons, but Versus was not technically dating the Prince, though he was fucking Noctis and Prompto alike. There was a confident air to him that bordered on narcissistic. It would have been grating if it wasn't wrapped up in so much charm. Versus was dead sexy, and he fucking knew it.

"Which hotel is your room at?" Versus asked, tracing his fingers ever so slightly further down the waistband.

"Casa Del Sol," Gladio answered as he looked down at the smaller man. Versus was unabashedly admiring Gladio's torso. His cerulean eyes tracing their way up his pecks to his face as that warmth crept its way into the shields lower stomach again. Gladio took a slow, deep breath as they walked. Trying his best to remember that Ignis was going to meet them at the hotel room and question what was essentially a suspect.

They made it to the lobby and Gladio spoke to the concierge. While he waited for the man to return with their room key he texted Ignis.

~Checking in now

"Who you texting?" asked Versus absently as they waited.

Gladio shrugged. "Just letting my non-date know that I won't be at the bar if he decided to show up."

"That's courteous of you."

The concierge returned with their keycard and bid them a good night. They made their way to the elevator and Gladio felt his phone vibrate. He checked it. It was Ignis.

~There's some kind of police checkpoint for drunk drivers. I'll be a few minutes.

Shit, he thought, returning the phone to his pocket he hit the button to their floor. The elevator chimed as the doors began to shut. They were barely together when Versus closed the distance between them and stood on his toes to give Gladio a rough kiss. Panic flooded the shield. He'd been trained in all sorts of combat, but no amount of training had prepared him for this.

Versus seemed to sense some of the uncertainty and pulled back the intensity a bit. Instead choosing to run his hands along Gladio's bare stomach as he kissed him. Gladio couldn't fight him off, it would be suspicious. He absolutely needed to get him into the room so they could find out more about who he was and what his intentions were with the Prince.

Telling himself that this was for duty Gladio leaned into the kiss and closed his eyes. Maybe if he started telling himself that this was Prompto then it wouldn't be so bad. Or Ignis for that matter, he admitted to himself.

The elevator reached their floor with a 'ding' and opened, letting the pair spill out into the hallway. Versus pulled back enough to let Gladio move before he followed the shield down the hallway to the room. Gladio swiped the keycard in the door and they entered.

It wasn't the most lavish room in the hotel, but it was tastefully decorated with an ample couch, wet bar, and wrought iron wall sconces.

Gladio barely got the door closed, (he was going to leave it cracked open anyway for Ignis) before Versus was on him again. This time the shield played into the charade as he bought Ignis time to get to the room.

Normally, in Gladio's past dating experiences, he was the aggressive one, especially if he was worked up. This time Versus was on the rampage, and Gladio was fucking loving it.

The tiny voice in the back of his head telling him that this was all a charade was drowned out as Versus pushed him down on to the couch. He was strong for his size.

Slowly, the blonde rested a knee on each side of Gladio's hips before returning his hands to his toned abs and traveling upward to his chest. Prompto's shade lowered himself and ground down onto Gladio's hardening member. He looked down at him hungrily as he traced his hands around his pecks and squeezed. "Titan, you're amazing," Versus said, a few octaves lower than Prompto had ever sounded.

"My name's not Titan, but I'll take it."

"I know you will," said the blonde as he lowered his head to Gladio's collar, lavishing hot kisses along his pulse as his thumbs traced around Gladio's nipples. The shield wasn't really faking it anymore as he reached around and ran one hand up Versus shirt while the other grabbed his ass and pushed him down harder onto him. The blonde responded to the encouragement by lowering his head and taking one of Gladio's nipples in his mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact with those painfully blue eyes.

Fuck, he was going to come in his pants if Versus kept this up. His eyes fluttered shut as he let out an unintentional moan.

He felt as a tongue traced its way across his chest to the other nipple as one of his free hands lowered down his abs and began unbuckling his pants.

Suddenly the weight was lifted off Gladio's lap. The shield snapped his eyes open to see a very annoyed looking Ignis standing in front of him. One hand wrapped around the smirking jaw of Versus while the other affixed a set of handcuffs to the blonde's wrist. It was only when Gladio heard the clicking of the second cuff did he pull himself back to the real world.

Versus was flopped down on the couch next to him, still smirking with his hands cuffed behind his back. "I take it this is your date," he said to Gladio. He turned back to Ignis, "Sorry, you're a little late to the party, but cuffs are a bit excessive. Don't you think?"

Gladio tried to discretely adjust himself in his pants as Ignis stood in front of the blonde with an air of authority that the shield lacked at the present moment. "I have some questions for you, Versus. Namely regarding the Prince you've decided to bed recently."

The blonde leaned back into the plush couch and crossed his legs. "I'm listening."

"We know you're an MT and your history in Insomnia seems questionable. Would you mind elaborating how you came to meet Prince Noctis?"

Versus closed his eyes and leaned lazily back on the couch. "Would you believe I fucked the shit out of his boyfriend before being invited home for a threesome?"

The mental picture flashed in Gladio's mind, eliciting a twitch from his still hard member. Gladio blinked slowly. How much alcohol was in that drink?

"No," said Ignis flatly.

Versus shrugged. "Well, that's what happened." He wiggled his arms a bit. "Did you have to put these on so tight? Shit, buy a guy a drink first."

Gladio almost chuckled at the flustered look that crossed Ignis' face.

The strategist got closer to Versus. "Then why is it that there's no record of your home address for a ten-year gap. What were you doing during that time?"

Versus confidence cracked as his gaze lowered. "Dumpster diving, mostly." Gladio's eyebrows raised and even Ignis looked surprised. "My adoptive parents died in a car crash when I was twelve. I was homeless through most of my teen years." He looked up at the strategist. "You'd be surprised how much food people throw out in this city. Especially after dark."

Ignis sighed. He almost looked like he felt bad for the man. "Do you have any proof of this?" he asked.

Versus stood up slowly with his hands still at his back and walked toward Ignis, who held his ground. Gladio made to stop him, but Ignis held out a hand signaling him not to. "Well," Versus said, his chest pressing lightly into Ignis' as he slowly moved him toward the wall behind him. "I could show you how I learned a decent set of skills being on the street for so long. Scavenging, free running, theft, reading people, seduction…" his nose traced Ignis' as the taller man's back made contact with the wall. There was a jingle of metal as Versus hands laced around Ignis' wrists and pulled them slowly upward. Holding them over his head near the iron sconce as he traced their lips a breath's distance apart. Their bodies pressed together hard as Ignis' breath hitched in surprise. Gladio was enjoying the show as much as Ignis appeared to be relishing the attention, albeit reluctantly. "I also learned how to get out of handcuffs," he said darkly as the familiar clicks of the cuffs wrapped around Ignis' wrists, effectively holding him to the iron wall sconce. Ignis' eyes shot open in surprise and anger at being caught off guard. "Especially if they're knockoff kinky ones and not real Police cuffs."

Pulling away from the now infuriated strategist Versus turned toward Gladio who was now in a blazing state of alertness. He stood up from the couch, ready to confront the blonde, but Versus wasn't fazed. "Don't worry, Gladio," he said, "I have no intention of harming Ignis, your Prince, or my younger image."

Gladio froze when he heard his name come out of the blonde's mouth. This only made Versus smile. "You-"

"Yes, I know who you are. I did the moment I saw you in the bar." He slid his fingers up Gladio's chest, but the shield grabbed his hands before he could go further. Behind him Ignis was trying to maneuver his way to the safety release on the handcuffs with little success.

"How did you know?" Gladio asked.

Since Gladio held his hands Versus leaned in and ran a tongue up Gladio's pulse before whispering, "Your little photographer friend is awfully fond of showing off all the shots he's taken. He never told me anything specific about you two, but your names were mentioned. Your build and tattoos are hard to miss." Gladio could feel his mouth on his pulse as he sucked lightly. The grip on the blonde's wrists wavered before Versus lifted his head and looked up at Gladio. Amber eyes locked with blue as Versus purred. "What do I have to do to prove to you two that I'm just a self-indulgent man-whore? Not a spy, not an MT, not a threat. I'm just very, very good at what I do. And right now, I would love to do you."

"I…" Gladio faltered. He glanced up at Ignis who had stopped struggling against the cuffs for the moment. If the strategist had anything to say, he seemed to have trouble formulating it. This was not how they expected the night to go.

Versus leaned forward and rubbed his thigh against Gladio's painfully hard member. A light moan escaped the shields mouth before he could stop it. Lithe wrists slipped from his grip as Versus shed his vest and pulled his own shirt over his head. He reached up and traced his hands to Gladio's shoulders, pushing his jacket down his arms.

Gladio knew he wasn't thinking clearly, and the logic part of his mine was trying to tell him that this was not a good idea. That he should probably go help Ignis. That he shouldn't even be thinking about fucking the blonde in front of him. But when he felt his skin hit the back of the couch and Prompto-woops- …Versus crouched down in between his legs and unbuckled his belt all that higher thought went away.

He lifted his hips as the leather pants were pulled down with his briefs, allowing his member to spring free in the cool air of the room. Gladio's eyes glanced at Ignis, still cuffed to the wall and biting his lip as he watched. It was clear that even with no alcohol in his system the strategist was being affected by the scene. "Don't worry," said Versus, "I won't leave your boyfriend hanging for long."

"He's not my…" again Gladio's voice hitched as the blonde took his cock in his hand and ran a skilled tongue from base to tip. Gladio snarled his fingers in Versus hair as he worked before he took him in his mouth as much as he could. He bobbed up and down slowly as Gladio went deeper and deeper down his throat with every push. Gladio was so worked up that it didn't take long before he began to toe the edge of orgasm. "Fuck, Prom, that's so good," he said without thinking.

If Versus had heard him he gave no indication of it as he pushed his head down even further. The blonde adjusted his angle and pushed more until his lips touched the curled hair of Gladio's crotch. Cerulean eyes looked up at him as nimble fingers ran up his abs. The sight alone made the shields eyes roll back in his head as he suddenly came.

To the blonde's credit, he didn't move until the spasms abated. He wrapped his lips tightly around Gladio's member as he pulled up and swallowed, licking the back of his hand to get any remaining drops. He leaned in and placed a long lazy kiss on Gladio's lips. "I'll give you a moment to recover, Loverboy. I think Specks here is about to lose his cool."

Slowly Versus stood up and unbuckled his own belt and unzipped his pants, letting them hang lazily over his hips as he walked across the room to the strategist.

Ignis resumed trying to pull at the cuffs. His wrists were beginning to get raw as Versus put his hands around his forearms and said, "Don't fight them, you'll hurt yourself. Trust me." He slid his arms further down until they were on Ignis' collar.

Versus unbuttoned the first notch on the strategist's shirt before Ignis spoke. "Don't…"

Versus feigned a pout. "Oh, and here I thought you were enjoying the show." He ran a finger slowly down until it reached the hem of the well-tailored pants and over the prominent bulge in the front of them. Ignis whined before he could stop himself. Versus smirked in return and cupped his whole hand over the hard fabric and rubbed. A few strokes later he paused to allow for further objection, but he was only greeted with a very flushed and very annoyed face. The blonde took the moment to let go and return to unbuttoning the pinstriped shirt. When he released the last button he roamed his hands along the strategists form.

Like he did with Gladio he ran his thumbs over the firm nipples and kissed his exposed pulse. Ignis responded under his touches reluctantly as he worked his lips north and ventured to his mouth. The strategist tensed at first before slowly opening his mouth to let his tongue in. Like slowly heating up a piece of steel the man beneath Versus lips slowly started to give way.

Eventually Versus felt that he'd tortured the man enough and lifted his fingers to the cuffs before tightening them a half inch just so the inner mechanism gave way and they released. Ignis' hands fell to the sides along with his shirt as it slipped down his arms.

With the restraint released, so was the taller man's composure. He grabbed Versus, spun him, and pinned him hard against the wall as he practically assaulted him with his mouth. This continued for a solid minute before Ignis stopped and Versus opened his eyes. A fist full of his hair was grabbed hard enough to hurt as his skull thunked the sheetrock behind him. It had been a while since someone had been the aggressive one and the rock-hard erection still somewhat contained in his pants showed it.

Ignis leaned in and whispered harshly, "I believe you wanted to prove just how much of a harmless self-indulgent man-whore you were. Correct?"

That's the spirit, thought Versus. "You bet."

"You have condoms I take it?"

Versus reached into his back pocket and pulled out two square wrappers and a packet of lube out of his wallet.

"Good. Get on the couch," said Ignis.

Damn, that accent was quite the turn on when it was angry. Versus obeyed willingly, walking toward Gladio on the couch, who had already kicked his pants away. He was lazily stroking himself as he watched the scene, and honestly Versus couldn't blame him. The blonde unzipped his pants all the way and shed them as well. He climbed onto the couch with his ass in the air and crawled up Gladio's torso, kissing the tattooed chest along the way.

He locked lips with the silent body guard as he heard the shuffle of clothes behind him and the taring of a wrapper. He waited patiently as he felt Gladio's erection rub the upper part of his thigh. Tracing his fingers around it he gave it a few generous tugs as the larger man's tongue explored his mouth in earnest.

Versus yelped into Gladio's mouth when a hand whipped across his exposed thigh, the shock barely passed before another came to match it on the other side. Gladio held him tight, not allowing him to escape as it happened again. "That's for marking His Highness." Ignis said as the sting of the slaps left prints on Versus thighs.

I deserve that, he thought to himself as the stinging turned into a dull throb.

He jumped a little as a palm full of cold lube pressed down his crack and across the pucker of his ass. A finger was added, then two as he was quickly stretched. It didn't really hurt until a third finger was added hastily. Gladio held him tight beneath him as he left mouthy kisses along his pulse.

It was almost like they'd worked together like this before.

A few minutes later the fingers were removed and Versus could feel something bigger press into him. It wasn't as big as the cock leaking against his thigh, but it was still well above average and Versus had to bite his lip to keep it from showing on his face. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Ignis bottomed out and held there for a few seconds before pulling out and thrusting again. By now Versus had resumed kissing the shield beneath him if for no other reasons than to contain the moans as Ignis grabbed both his hands and held them behind his back as he was descended upon. It had really been a while since he'd been roughed up like this. Gods it was worth all the build-up.

"Iggy," said Gladio as he broke the kiss. "Let me have him."

Versus looked back at the strategist as his perfect hair and composure were fraying around the edges. He must have put his glasses down at some point and Versus had to admit, the view was gorgeous.

"Just another moment," Ignis said as he picked up the pace. Versus was still a few minutes away from coming, but he still had enough control to bite his lip and give a good clench down hard on the strategist's cock.

That did it. Ignis came hard, his body shaking from his shoulders to his hips.

He could feel Gladio slide on a condom beneath him an instant before the larger man sat up, pulled Versus off Ignis in one fluid movement, and impaled him down onto his cock. This time it was Versus turn to yelp as Gladio moved and nailed his prostate with every thrust.

"Fuck," said the shield, "I've wanted to do this for months."

Versus knew Gladio wasn't talking about him. He smirked deviously as he spit into his hand before raking his fingers up through his bangs, standing them upward quite effectively. "Better?" he said. Gladio looked up at him and bit his lip before nodding. "I can be Prompto if you want me to be," he rocked his hips against the shield, eliciting a deep growl that he felt in his chest. "Whenever you want." He turned to the still flustered strategist behind him. "You too, if that's what you'd like. Cuffs or no cuffs. I could use a good hard fuck once in a while too."

Neither the strategist nor shield said anything, but Gladio did answer by wrapping his arms around Versus torso and thrusting up into him hard enough to make the blonde see stars. He was so close.

He felt the other body in the room press against his back and kiss his neck before hands wrapped their way around his chest. Gladio moaned again as his thrusts became erratic and leaned in to kiss him. The gentle hands around his chest suddenly turned aggressive again as they squeezed his nipples as teeth bit into his shoulder from behind.

Versus came so hard that he nearly passed out.

Thankfully Gladio still had his arms wrapped tightly around him as he shuttered. "Prom…Gods…" he gasped as he came for the second time of the night.

Slowly, the shield slid down so he was horizontal on the couch, bringing Versus with him as Ignis sat down on the vacant cushion. "Alright," Ignis said, breathless. "I for one believe you. What do you think, Gladio? Is he telling the truth."

Versus felt a slight twitch from the cock still inside him. "Yeah," said the larger man, "I'd say so."