"So... what, are you breaking it off with me?" The man who deemed himself Shield of the King looked menacing as the scowl contorted his handsome face. He grabbed your wrist as you started to turn away, then yanked your limb so forcefully, your body collided into his solid form and ached.

"You're hurting me," You winced as you peered into his striking eyes. They softened as soon as he realized your words.

Gladiolus hesitated, his grip softening on your wrist. There was no mistaking the pain in his countenance, but you were determined. "Are you really that selfish?" He challenged, his exhale even and gradual—as he was trying to control his emotions.

"We've already discussed this, Gladio." You felt the tension in his body, the rigidity in his stance, as he held you close against him. "You've given up so much already, I..." You paused, searching for the words to say. "Maybe, I am selfish. I've been worried sick about you all this time. Just as I've learned to cope with being away from you, you're telling me you're going to undergo a deadly trial? If you really want to throw your life away, then let's break off this engagement! I refuse to spend my days pining for a dead man."

You wrenched your arm free from his grip and stepped back. You knew your words incited him because you noticed his jaw tightening, his umber eyes darkening.

The tension flowed into your body, and you were suddenly in a state of awareness. Gladiolus closed in on you, his eyes smoldering as they locked with yours in an arresting gaze. You retreated and he pressed on. He knew the effect he had on you, on your body, on your heart.

You felt your resolve thinning. You knew you should pull away, vacate the room, distance yourself from him. But the way he looked at you was so titillating. And his lips were a ridiculously pleasant shape, his whole goddamn body was.

There was a seduction to his silence as he leaned into you. Your mouths were a breath apart. Beneath the dark sweep of his lashes, his eyes were sharp and alert. He lifted his hands, combing his fingers through your hair at your temples. Then, as his fingers fisted gently at the back of your scalp, he lowered his head.

Contrasting the primitive grip in your hair, the touch of his lips was soft against yours. He brushed his mouth across yours with boundless patience. There it was again... that blasted bodily yearning you held for this fearless man, triggered by the paradox of his actions. How could a man so virile, so impetuous possess such gentleness?

Without a moment's notice, you were on the bed with his weight settling intimately atop you. You gasped and then exhaled slowly as your body grew used to the familiar sensation his large male form pinning you against the mattress. One of his legs rested between yours, and he propped himself up on his elbows, gazing down into your face. "I'm not throwing my life away. I'll come back. No matter what happens, I'll come back to you."

The solemn tone of his voice rocked your whole being. Your heart swelled almost painfully as you looked into his eyes, looked into the sincerity, the desire to be with you. "Stop talking," You murmured against his lips. As your lips danced with his, your fingers deftly unbuttoned your blouse, unfastened your slacks. Soon, your skin was exposed to your lover's calloused fingertips.

His erection was hard and unremitting on your hip. You were kept in place, Gladiolus's hands resting on your waist as he swept his tongue into your mouth. The velvety glide made your head spin. You arched up against him, your breasts flattening against the sculpted ridges of his abdomen. The shivers of delight came as he molded himself against you.

Melting heat began deep inside you, producing a throbbing wetness to the juncture of your thighs. Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, and turned your head to catch your breath, effectively breaking your fervid kiss.

He cradled your chin in his fingers and compelled you to face him. His dark, deep gaze penetrated your soul. He called your name softly, professed his love to you. His lips traveled to your cheek, down your jawline to the hollow of your neck.

His fingers found their way underside of your breasts, lifting them. With his tongue he circled each thrusting peak, wetting your skin generously. He grazed your softness with his teeth, drew you deep into the heat of his mouth. You found yourself clasping his head in your hands, fingers woven through his hair, as you held him to your breasts. The moan left your lips as you lifted your hips, pressing yourself against his hardness—against the evidence of his arousal.

But Gladiolus lifted his hips, as if pulling away from you purposefully. He reached down, sliding his fingers along the seam of your heated flesh. You exhaled harshly, arching and jerking beneath him as he stroked you with his deft fingers. He circled, rubbed, flicked every intimate part of you. Each second beneath his knowing touch ignited the flames in your blood, escalating the ache into a fretful hunger.

Your breath caught when you felt an intrusion into your body. His finger eased into your womanhood and each limb of your body tensed. Then a second finger forced its way within, adding to the torment. "Gladio," You moaned between breathless pants as his fingers danced inside you to a maddening rhythm.

Gladiolus watched you closely, his other hand freeing his manhood from its confinement. It wasn't until you were completely mindless, possessed by your intense arousal for your betrothed that he pressed his hips against you, situating himself between your thighs. He withdrew his digits, and you felt an unexplainable loss.

The emotion was quickly replaced when he positioned himself at your entrance. You rolled your lip between your teeth, bracing yourself for what you'd been striving for. His erection spread you with an unwavering pressure, overtaking you with slow, intense strength. You stretched, your body adjusting to the size of him.

When your eyes met again, you saw how his darkened with longing for you. His brows drew low over those depths, and his breath came fast between his parted his lips. He let out a throaty groan as his hips advanced, jerking to press more painfully into your core. Your senses reeled when Gladiolus filled you completely.

He lowered his forehead to yours, forcing himself to still as he reveled in this intimate moment. He held your face in his gentle hands, then kissed you. Deeply. Earnestly.

Turned out your threat to leave him was empty after all. As you lay beneath him, his body joined with yours, his weight all around you, you realized how lost you'd be without him. After some long, wonderful minutes, the kiss grew more heady. And Gladiolus began to move within you.

The first withdrawal was gradual, the repossession even slower. Tension built, simultaneously soothing and torturous.

And as you began to move together, he held you close. You gasped and moaned as the pleasure took you higher. Your sweat mingled with his, your arousal in full bloom. Within a breathless moment, time stopped—your consciousness, your breath, your beating heart.

No cell in your body went untouched by the sublime sensation that washed over you. You clung to Gladiolus, your fingers clutching the leather fabric of his jacket, allowing him to carry you through. Several more thrusts, and he joined you in revelry. His hips ground against yours, spine arching, and you pressed yourself closer to him if it was possible. A guttural groan caught in his throat as he met his climax and released his seed deep within you.

It took all of his remaining strength to shift his weight and not crush you beneath him. He collapsed onto his back at your side, then cast a long look at your flushed form. His hand reached for yours as he committed your lovely countenance to memory. "I love you."

"Then... stay, Gladio. Don't go." You knew you were asking the impossible as you placed your free hand gently over your womb. Your eyes were closed and your lips parted as you maintained even breaths. You debated on sharing your nagging suspicion with him—that you were late for a couple of months now.

Suddenly you felt his arm draped over your midriff. "I promise you... when my duty is fulfilled, I'll never leave your side." Gladiolus pulled your naked form close to him, embracing you tenderly, cherishing you with all that was within him. "You are my future."

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A/N: I gave into my compulsion. I had to make a smutshot for FFXV after finishing the game. Sigh. It is the best final fantasy I've ever played. If you haven't played it, I highly recommend it! Like bucket list recommend it! Anywho, if you guys enjoyed this, please vote and comment. Thank you for your support! Now, I'm going to work on my Overwatch fics! See you soon!

Love, Mei