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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: FFXV - Fandom, Final Fantasy XV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ravus Nox Fleuret/Ardyn Izunia Characters: Ardyn Izunia, Ravus Nox Fleuret Additional Tags: ravdyn, ardyn x ravus, ravus x ardyn, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, handjob, Public Hand Jobs, Teasing, prompt request Summary:

Ardyn has another tea with Ravus, but this time he's ready to make the next move.

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Fictober - Day 2

Prompt: “People like you have no imagination.”

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Ravus leaned against a wall on the far end of the large ballroom, glowering at the attendees in their finery while swirling a flute filled to the brim with champagne. “Who would even waste their time with this dreadful charade? It’s just an excuse for these pretentious nobles to drink and traipse around like idiots.”

Tilting his head to the side, Ardyn took in Ravus’s sour expression with a bemused grin. “You know, ‘dreadful charade’ is not far off, but I think you’ll find it’s what goes on behind closed doors  that truly draws them here.”

“What do you mean by that?” Ravus nearly spat at the Chancellor.

He plucked the long-stemmed glass from Ravus’s hand, examining the thin streams of bubbles dancing in pale gold, before downing the champagne in one draught. “People like you have no imagination.”

“Tch.” Ravus crossed his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you tell me then?”

Without warning, Ardyn swooped in front of Ravus and pinned him against the wall, wedging his thigh firmly between Ravus’s legs. Strands of wine-colored hair brushed his cheek as a low voice dripped thick like honey in his ear.

“Come back to my quarters and I’ll show you.”

[marmolita]

kinktober day 20: Ravus/Ardyn, dirty talk

@dustofwarfare-blog​ wanted Ardyn/Ravus dirty talk for day 20, and this was so much fun to write!  Except somehow the dirty talk turned into dirty talk about dismemberment, so like, warning for that.  Takes place in Devotion BDSM AU!

Words: 827, Rating: Explicit, AO3 link here

"Tell me," Ardyn says, running his hands over Ravus's bare back as he slowly fucks him, "what is it about me that turns you on the most?"

Ravus doesn't reply, so Ardyn stops moving.  Ravus can't push back against him, not restrained as he is: on his knees, ankles locked to a spreader bar with his wrists secured between them, face pressed into the mattress.  Over the years Ardyn has learned that Ravus wants to be punished too badly for punishment to be a deterrent.  Disinterest is far more effective to get him to obey, as much as he'd like to pretend he doesn't care about it.

"You never doubt yourself," Ravus says finally.  "You . . . know me."

"Mm, I do, don't I."  He gives Ravus another couple of thrusts, enjoying the way his breath catches.  Sex isn't something Ardyn needs, so much as something he indulges in when it becomes convenient.  His desire for domination can be met in innumerable other ways, many of which involve a nontrivial number of people dying.  But it's something Ravus needs, and Ardyn needs Ravus if he's going to execute his plans, so he may as well enjoy himself while he's at it.  "I was thinking of something rather more explicit.  When you're away from me for weeks, out on missions, do you think about me?"

"Yes," Ravus hisses as Ardyn hits him with a particularly hard thrust.

"And when you do, what do you imagine me doing?  What's your favorite fantasy?"  Ardyn may be a lot of things, but humble has never been one of them.

"This," Ravus replies, his wrists tugging at the cuffs and making the padlocks clank against the metal of the bar.  "You, making me-- making me talk."

"Is that all?" Ardyn asks mildly, pulling almost all the way out and holding there.  "Just making you talk?"

Ravus always struggles against his own instincts, but his instincts always win.  "Fucking me," he says eventually.  "Choking me.  Hitting me."

"This is all really rather banal, Ravus.  I expected you'd have more imagination when we're apart."

Ravus's hips twist as much as he can, trying to get Ardyn's cock deeper.  He pulls all the way out instead, letting his cock rest on top of Ravus's ass.  "What do you want me to say?" he gasps, the anger in his words tempered by the intense desire behind them.

"My dear boy," Ardyn says, "I want you to tell me what it is that you want so badly that you don't want to tell me, because you're afraid if you do, I'll never give it to you and instead I'll hold it over you to ensure your cooperation."

Ravus's breathing is harsh and shallow, and Ardyn wonders for a moment whether he's made Ravus wait long enough for him to be willing to admit to something like this.  He expects that whatever Ravus comes out with will be a desire he's been hiding, but not something that will make him weak.  Not anything to do with his sister, certainly, whose presence is felt in every interaction they have but who Ravus won't discuss unless there's no other option left.

"It's idle fantasy," Ravus mutters, quiet enough that Ardyn has to strain a little to hear him.  "But sometimes I think about you taking me apart piece by piece.  Literally."

"Oh!  Well that is delightful to hear," Ardyn murmurs.  Whether it's Ravus's true desire to be cut to bits or it's a manifestation of his self-loathing, he can't be sure.  Either way, he lines himself up and pushes back inside.  "Do you imagine it being small pieces, or large ones?  A toe?  A finger?  An arm?"

Ravus moans, a sure sign he's getting close.  Ardyn finds the thought of dismembering Ravus rather appealing as well, though at the moment he's too valuable intact.  "Both," Ravus gasps.  "But mostly-- large-- gods, Ardyn, please."

"Goodness," Ardyn says, his fingers digging into the flesh of Ravus's ass, "what would your dear sister have to say to that?"

Unsurprising that that's what tips Ravus over the edge.  Ardyn fucks him through it, then keeps fucking him to his own climax, heedless of the pain of overstimulation.  Ravus likes it that way anyway.

"You wouldn't tell her," Ravus says later, when he's been released from the spreader bar and allowed to put his clothes back on.  It's not a question, because Ravus knows the answer.

"I tell who I please what I please," Ardyn says, "though I don't see that I have anything to gain from disclosing this particular information.  Besides, I haven't spoken to your sister in years."  He pulls on his own pants, then goes to his desk to get back to work.  It only takes a twitch of his fingers to beckon Ravus over.

As Ravus assumes his position as Ardyn's footstool, Ardyn flips through the latest intelligence reports from Glauca.  It looks like it's about time to put his plans into motion.

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