The Blood of Kings

By: Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-

Author Notes: Let's be honest, I couldn't pretend this wasn't mine. Like, it has all the markers. One of my readers has a goddamn drinking game for my writing, and this hit all her points.

Kink Meme Prompt: Regis had a short affair with a married Lady Scientia, and while he cares for Ignis it was vital that no one ever suspect that Ignis is a royal bastard. If it came out it would muddy the line of succession and that would be disasterous with the crystal needing to be bound to his heir and the war with Nifheim heating up. So instead he ties Ignis to Noctis as an advisor, ensuring Ignis gets some of the deference he's due. Nobody expected Ignis and Noctis to fall in love.

The Blood of Kings

This was his sin, and this was his punishment.

Regis stared down at the two boys, both of which were so like their mothers it made Regis's mind swim with memories he had hoped would fade with time.

Noctis: his dark hair around his head like a halo, blue eyes that he had gotten from the woman Regis had taken as his queen. They were eyes that Regis had grown to love, and then to mourn as her body gave into the magic of the crystal. He always looked so tired, torn between the light of the dawn and the darkness of all-encompassing night. He was nimble and young, and his body was spread across the bed, contorted in ecstasy.

Ignis: His sandy brown hair was just like his mother's, and Regis could remember the small of it on his pillow. It had been a short affair, filled with lust and desperation and so much need that Regis's body, even so long after, could almost feel the twinge in his stomach. He had needed Arian Scientia, despite the ring on her finger and her husband in his court. He had her coloring, her nose, her smile.

Ignis had his eyes, though.

Anyone who looked into them could tell, except for Noctis.

Noctis.

Regis felt the cane in his hand shake against the stone as he watched Ignis move between Noctis's thighs, one hand between their bodies around Noctis and the other resting on Noctis's head, playing with his hair. Noctis's arms were dangled hap-hazardly around Ignis's body, running his nails down his back, catching on the skin at every thrust, leaving a trail of crescent moons down milky skin.

Regis had known that there would be punishment for his sins against his Queen, his beloved queen who had been taken too early from the world. Oh, how he had been so angry with her in the first days of his marriage. She had simply smiled at him, eyes knowing, when Regis told her of Ignis, of his failure as the king.

"That boy will be your ruin, my sweet," she had whispered as she pulled open her own gown, letting her thighs open for him. Noctis had her skin, that same skin he could see wrapping around Ignis. "I am without an heir, and you would do well to give the Kingdom a Lucis a true king. Without me, my King, you shall be in despair."

A true king.

Regis watched as Ignis leaned down, stealing a kiss from Noctis's mouth. The light of Noctis's chambers sizzled with magic and lust, and Noctis opened his mouth wider to allow the other more access, raising his hand to grab at Ignis's hair. He let the tendrils cascade through his fingers, sweat slicking from his hair down Ignis's cheeks and Noctis's fingers.

After his Queen's death, blood and magic seeping into the birthing bed around her halo of blonde hair, Regis had mourned. He had mourned the way Noctis's eyes grew wide at every woman of the court who passed by, how his arms would raise up to grab at their skirts. He had wanted a mother so desperately, but Regis could not bear to take another queen. There was something that no woman could fill, and Regis wondered if his Queen had been right.

She had come from a line of Tenabraen women; Oracle blood ran through her veins and Regis wondered, more than once, if they gods had whispered in her ear of the past and the future.

Ignis moaned and whispered something to Noctis, kissing the boy's throat. Regis wondered if Noctis felt the same way that Arian had made him feel so many years ago.

Arian. Oh, what would she say if she could see Ignis now? What would she say if she could see her sweet boy, their sweet boy? Would she be proud to see her son above Aulea's? Would she feel the same dread as he himself did as Ignis licked and bit his way up Noctis's neck?

After the death of Count Scientia and his sweet, fiery Arian, Regis had taken Ignis under his wing. The boy was only five and so quiet, so contemplative. It had worried Regis at first, having only known the child Noctis was. Noctis, while temperamental, was loud and boisterous... yet both of them seemed so, so sad.

He hadn't wanted them to be alone. It was his fault their mothers were gone from the world- Arian by daemon and Aulea by bearing the true king, the one the Crystal had chosen as its rightful guard. Regis had thought, foolishly, that by giving them to each other he would be able to promise both better days- Ignis would receive the knowledge and duties befitting someone of his blood and Noctis, Noctis would have a friend. Noctis would...

Noctis would have a brother.

"Ignis, please, please," Noctis moaned and Regis wanted to cry. He wanted to weep and rage and tear down the sky for his son, his sons, because his Queen had been right.

She had always been right

Regis could only watch as Ignis tenderly kissed Noctis's mouth as his hips thrust wildly inside him, listen to the squelching of their bodies rocking in tandem as the heady scent of sweat and sex seemed to infiltrate every part of him.

And when Ignis turned his head to the door, when both boys realized that he was there, Regis knew. He knew.

Ignis would be his ruin.

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