#ardio

The leather restraints around his wrists bite into his skin, Gladio moaning low as his nerve endings transmit to his brain the delicious pain that’s spreading throughout his body, and turns it into blinding euphoria. Turning his head to the side, he looks at the man who’s brought him here, the man who had first introduced himself as someone of no consequence. But right now, Gladio thinks he’s anything but that as his mouth becomes covered by his torturer’s lips, the low guttural sounds he makes while his cock is toyed with puts all doubt out of his mind.

“Would you care to come again, Gladiolus~?” Ardyn Izunia’s voice drips with malice and contempt, but underneath it he can hear the same raw desire that’s coursing through his own body coming through his speech. He’d already come once, the mess covering his stomach, as well as his lips thanks to Ardyn wiping it off and painting his lower lip with the sticky fluid. “Or would you like a little bit more…?” The hand around his cock gives it a firm twist, dots of white spotting his vision as he tries to answer, but the words won’t form. “A nod will suffice, Gladiolus. Is that what you wish~?”

Damning himself, he shakes his head, and hears the perverted man release a deep laugh. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises.”

His eyes close, Gladio exhaling a low groan as the hand on his cock tightens its grip. “You make it feel so good…”

“It will feel better very soon~.” Ardyn lowers his head down towards Gladio’s cock, and pulls it into his mouth with an excited hum.

He knocks his head backwards, pulling on the restraints as all sense of self leaves him, caught in the web of pleasure that the Chancellor of Niflheim has trapped him in. Lifting his hips up, he pushes more of his cock into Ardyn’s mouth, trying to remember how he’d gotten here in the first place. It comes back to him in bits and pieces, as his arms yank on the restraints, his wrists beginning to burn once more as he’s pulled back into the sexual torture he’s enduring willingly at the moment.

***

Gladio swallows another sip of liquor, Coctura keeping his glass full as he sits at the bar in Quayside Cradle. He stands up, and sees the man who had introduced himself as a man of no consequence walking down the pier. Against his better judgement, he decides to pursue him, knowing full well that he should be going to bed instead of trying to provoke a fight. But he’s upset, and someone has got to take the brunt of it.

“Excuse me.” He calls out to him, and sees him stop in his tracks. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to be leaving when it’s so late at night?” Having been on the road for a bit, he knows that the countryside is riddled with daemons.

“Why, Mr. Amicitia~.” Gladio falters, wondering how this man would know his name, but then remembers who he’s dealing with. “How kind of you to follow me out. I can assure you that I will be perfectly safe. Shouldn’t you be attending to your Prince?” He scowls a little. “Touchy subject~?”

“Hardly.” He ignores how he feels when he listens to the man laugh. “He’s asleep.”

“As you should be too.” A hand is held out to him. “Unless you have another thought on your mind?”

He glances back towards the resort, then looks at the hand extended towards him, the two of them now standing in the parking lot - far away from any civilians. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating. I hardly know you. I don’t know your name.”

“I’m flattered you wish to know.” Gladio plays the game, and puts his hand against the hand held out towards him. “Ardyn Izunia.”

“The Chancellor of Niflheim?” He’d heard the name said often by his father, but didn’t know what he looked like. Not a lot of pictures coming out of the Niflheim empire.

“The one and only~.” Ardyn takes off his hat with his other hand, and tips it towards him. Gladio begins to pull his hand away, when the man steps into his personal space. “Would you care to go for a drive with me?”

Gladio looks down at him, quirking one eyebrow up. “It’s not safe to drive at night.”

“I guess I will need some protection then.”

Stuck standing still, he isn’t sure how to proceed forward, when something warm touches his lips. It takes him a moment to realize it’s Ardyn’s lips on his, and as he comes to the realization, the man is already pulling away from him. “There’s more to that, if you wish~?” Ardyn nods towards his dilapidated vehicle. “I can show you a very good time tonight, Mr. Amicitia, if you’d allow me the honor.”

“Fine.”

Backing away from him, he goes and sits down in the passenger seat, buckling himself in. His eyes stare at the resort as they drive away, wondering what has possessed him to act in such a peculiar manner. Gladio doesn’t want to think, and that’s what keeps him somewhat sane as they drive back towards Hammerhead. Ardyn pulls over at the Three Z’s Motel in Longwythe, and Gladio follows him towards the room he’s reserved for the night.

As he enters the room, he hears Dave’s dog bark across the way, no doubt calling him a traitor by going into this situation willingly. As the door closes, the barking ceases. “Why’ve you brought me, Ardyn?” He asks, but one look at the man’s amber eyes gives him all the information he needs to know.

“To take away the pain from you.” Ardyn guides him over to the bed, his fingers pushing off shirt that Gladio wears off of his shoulders. “It’s been a long few days, hasn’t it? Don’t you wish you could have a little….fun~?”

Gladio bites his lip, and gives a firm nod of his head. “Just relief.”

“That was what I was thinking.” A strange smile appears on the man’s face, as he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out an item that brings arousal to the forefront of Gladio’s mind. He even goes as far as to moan in appreciation at the device that Ardyn holds in his hand. “Does this interest you, Gladiolus~?”

Hearing his full name as his eyes take in the restraints that Ardyn holds, it causes him to miss the question being asked of him. “I’m sorry?” He groans low, as the buckle on his belt is undone, and then his pants are removed. He knows he should say slow down, but his cock is aching and if this man wants to have a go at it, he has no drive to stop him.

“I said, do these interest you?” Ardyn puts one leather cuff around his wrist, then guides Gladio to lift it above his head, so it can attach to the cheap headboard. “It would appear that yes, they do.”

“Why do you even carry something like this on your person?” He asks, as the second cuff is put around his other wrist, both arms now effectively restrained.

“Why, for times like these, of course~.”

Gladio spreads his legs open, and stares at the man who seems to be ogling his body. “Well, then. Do you worst.”

“You might regret saying that.”

“Try me.”

***

Ardyn’s mouth takes his cock all the way to the hilt, surrounding his girth with wet heat. Gladio moans lower, yanking on his restraints as he gets closer to another orgasm. “Ardyn….quit being a damn bastard, and give me what I want.”

“And what is it that you want, Gladiolus?” Amber eyes seem to glow in the darkness.

His hole twitches, as the fingers that had been stretching him are no longer there. “Your cock…”

“Where would you like it~?” Ardyn had removed his clothes piece by piece as he’d been torturing Gladio. The two of them were both very naked, and very aroused by the situation at hand. “Your mouth, or…?”

“Ass.” Gladio growls, wanting to make it very clear where he wants to feel him. “You promised me a good time.”

“Are you saying you’re not having fun? I’m disappointed.” There isn’t a trace of disappointment in the man’s speech. Only the same erotic lilt that Gladio knows he’s going to hear in his mind for days to come. “Fine~. I’ll make sure you have the best time.”

Closing his eyes, Gladio releases a low moan as the tip of Ardyn’s cock begins to penetrate him. It’s been so long since someone has done this to him - he’s always the one to give pleasure - that it steals his breath away. Ardyn’s low chuckle makes him retaliate by squeezing tight around his cock, Ardyn’s own moans joining his as they begin to find a rhythm together. The constant rattle of the restraints sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout Gladio’s body, everything becoming soft and dim as Ardyn does indeed show him the best time.

“Stay with me, Gladiolus…” Ardyn whispers into his ear, causing him to release a wanton moan. “That’s a good boy….It feels nice like this, doesn’t it?”

He nods his head, as Ardyn’s hand is back on his cock, twisting it with every other roll of his hips. “So good…” He groans, pushing his hips down to feel more of Ardyn’s cock. “Will you make….make me come….?” He begs, the ache to have another orgasm sending more unadulterated lust through his body.

“What’s the magic word~?”

“Please…”

Ardyn’s lips descend upon his, Gladio opening his mouth willingly to feel the man’s tongue against his as the lower halves of their body start to move at an erratic pace. The muscles in his arms tense as he yanks hard on the restraints, the leather digging into his wrists more, the pain pushing him closer to another orgasm. One rough thrust, and the tip of Ardyn’s cock strikes true, Gladio’s body becoming numb as he begins to orgasm again. Everything stops as he comes, except for the guttural moans he makes as Ardyn pulls him through another climax. It takes Ardyn a few more thrusts, but then he’s meeting Gladio in the shared space of their release, both breathing hard as they come down from their orgasm.

The restraints are taken off of his wrists, and then something cool touches his lips. “Drink it.” Ardyn murmurs into his ear, the tang of an elixir tingling his tongue. Gladio begins to swallow the curative, feeling instant relief.

“Thank you.” He grounds out, reaching up with one tired arm to bring Ardyn down to kiss him again, his arms still a little bit sore. “You didn’t lie. You showed me a very good time.”

“I’m pleased to hear it, Gladiolus~.” Ardyn swipes his lips against his for another kiss. “I suppose it would be bad form to make you walk back to Galdin Quay, so when you’re ready to go, we will.”

Gladio takes a few minutes to enjoy the pleasant buzz of his sexual high, then gets up to get dressed, the reminder of what they’d just done running down the back of his thigh. But he doesn’t care, and instead pulls his jeans up over it, figuring they’re just going to get dirty again tomorrow. The two dress in silence, then head out to Ardyn’s car together.

They pull up to Galdin Quay, and Gladio looks over at him. “Guess this is goodbye.”

“For now~. I’m sure we’ll bump into each other along the way, Mr. Amicitia. Take care of yourself, and watch over our beloved Prince.” With a small little wave of his hand, Ardyn pulls out of the parking spot, and begins to drive back up the hill, leaving Gladio alone in the parking lot.