Stood at the door with your fist clenched but not quite ready to knock as you were busy mulling over what you were going to say to him. Do you smile and greet him with a hey? Or do you look at him with the same sadness as you did the day you parted? The same sadness you still feel now for leaving him so suddenly. A difficult decision had to be made. Family quarrels ending with an ultimatum.
Your family or him.
You didn’t want to choose. You hated the fact that you had been put in that position. Hated that he had to suffer because of it. But Gladio made it easy for you. He let you go as it was what he believed was for the best. He believed strongly in family values and wasn’t prepared to let you drop your family for him. Because deep down he felt you might just do that and regret it in the long run.
It had been six months since that day. Six months of drowning in sorrow. You had become quiet, reserved, lazy. Your enthusiam had been replaced with a look of boredom. So much so that your family grew tired of it and eventually sat you down and told you to come back to him. They hadn’t realised just how much you loved him and how much what had happened had destroyed you. They let you go.
Now here you were standing outside his apartment. You were curious what his reaction might be. Surprised most certainly. But would he be happy to see you? Or is this journey back to him a waste of time? Had he moved on?
Only one way to find out.
You inhaled deeply and softly tapped the door. You squeezed the satchel that you held in your other hand, your palms were sweaty and an unusual nerves was battling inside your stomach. Your heart skipped when you heard his powerful voice on the other side of the door. He was talking to someone that wasn’t you. You felt a sudden regret.
Was this a bad idea? What if he has someone else now? What if she is better than me?
So many what if’s before he had even opened the door. But you relaxed a little when he pulled it open and you could plainly see he had his phone to his ear. You were clearly right that he would be surprised to see you as his strong adoring features had dropped in shock and you were greeted with silence. He looked good. Healthy. Strong muscles showed his marvelous tatoo’s and his black tank top didn’t do much to hide is fruitfull six pack underneath. Six how much you missed him.
His amber hues trailed from you down towards the satchel you held “I’ll–uh–call you back Iggy.” He slowly lowered the phone and ended the call with out even having to look before sliding it in his back pocket “You want me to take that?” He gestured his hand out towards the bag.
You gave him a small nod and a smile as he took the satchel from you and moved aside so you could step inside. You weren’t quite sure how to take his reaction as it wasn’t at all what you expected. Rather than showing excitement or anger or whatever you were looking for, you instead recieved a plain expression. In all honesty Gladio wasn’t sure how to respond as he had no idea why you were here. His initial thoughts were that you had left your family under bad circumstances and it was possibly his fault.
He placed the bag on the floor and closed the door gently before turning to you. He rubbed the back of his head unsure of how to proceed with the conversation. He wanted to ask you what you were doing here but he felt that would be too forward and sound possibly rude.
You saved him the trouble of finding the words “Everythings fine. They didn’t want to see me so unhappy anymore.”
“Unhappy?” He didn’t like to repeat the word because it reminded him of how he felt when you left. It hit him harder than he was prepared to admit.
“I couldn’t move on Gladio. It didn’t feel right without you. They saw that and they understood…eventually.” You chuckled.
“Babe, I’m so sorry–” He stepped forward and placed his calloused hands in yours. You missed the warmth of his touch “–I should of text you or called. I didn’t think–”
Unable to control your desire for him you placed your lips to his own and silenced him. You drowned yourself in the kiss, remembering the feel of them on yours. Remembering how you always had to stand on the tip of your toes to reach him. Remembering how you always felt safe in his hold.
You pulled back slowly to look at his guilt ridden eyes “I’m here now. I’m back for good…if you’ll have me?”
“I wouldn’t have anyone else.” He whispered before his lips curled into a sweet smile.
He guided your hands towards the back of his neck and pressed his lips to yours with a bit more vigor and lifted you off your feet. You in turned wrapped your legs around his waist so as not to lose your grip. He slowly carried you towards the bedroom, your lips not once parting. You knew where this would lead and you wanted it to. To feel his skin on yours again and the feeling of wonderous goosebumps crawling along your body at his every touch. Six months apart from him was far too long and you ached for him so much it hurt.
The dampness between your legs had already built up in the time it took him to get you from the hallway to the bedroom, while his member was already swollen and throbbing. He had missed you just as badly and this much you knew as he rested himself between your legs as he lowered you onto the bed.
His lips were trailing down your face to your neck while his hands undid the button to your jeans. Gasps and moans lightly left your lips at his gentle touch as he pushed your jeans down to reveal your panties.
“I don’t have long babe–” He said in a breathy whisper “–I have to go to work–” He breathed against your neck as he slid his hand into your pants and ran his fingers along your heat before sliding one of them into your entrance. You arched your back and moaned at his ministrations. A second finger was inserted and he curled them upwards, working you just right as he always did “–But I promise you when I get home, I’m all yours.”
You bit into your bottom lip as your blood throbbed with pleasure “I missed you so much–Gladdy!”
“Me too babe. Me too.” He removed his fingers and quickly pulled your panties down “Just need a quick taste.”
His hands mapped around your body, enjoying the feel of your skin again. They eventually landed on your underwear and Gladio eagerly pushed them down, he removed his top to show the tight muscle that painted a perfect picture on his body.
He didn’t give you long to run your fingers along his captivating chest as before you knew it, he had slid himself down and his head was between your legs, his dark chocolate locks brushing the inside of your thighs, oh so slightly tickling. But that all changed when an exasperated moan freed itself from your lips rather loudly as the warmth of his tongue swooped gently along your nub. The satisfying feeling making you buck your hips and take hold of his locks firmly. He kissed, sucked and lapped up the juices pouring from within.
He lifted his head to look at you. Your cheeks flushed a dark pink, your chest rising and falling fast, the pleasurable look on your face when your adoring eyes looked down to meet his “Please Gladdy. Don’t stop.” You begged breathlessly.
He smiled and dipped his head back down. He took hold of your thighs and worked you with his tongue, winding you up towards your orgasm. You moved your hands to your sides and took hold of the bedding as your sensitivity reached extreme heights. Seeing Gladio between your legs. Feeling his tantalising lips and tongue completely undo you, gave you a thrum of excitement. You tightened your grip on the sheets as a warm electricity began to fill your stomach. You let out a light scream as your walls caved and your legs began to shake with delight. Your body tingled with pleasure at your long awaited release.
Gladio lifted himself up and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down along with his tight boxers to reveal his throbbing length in all it’s glory. He desperately wanted to chase your release and you allowed him to do so as you took hold of his member and guided him into your drenched heat. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips as he began gently moving within you. His hips grinding against you as you kissed him passionately. His moans and grunts were a sure fire sign that he was enjoying every moment.
One of his hands took your hip while the other made it’s way between your legs and began massaging your rosebud. The feeling of his fingers rubbing along your sensitivity and his length sliding in and out of you driving you towards a second orgasm that was just as blissfull as the previous one. Gladio picked up the pace as intensity and passion built up within him. His amber hues looked directly into yours as he reached the euphoria you both seeked together. The warmth of his seed spreading within you as your entire body went numb.
Gladio eventually crashed down on top of you gasping for breath and chuckled uncontrollably “Why are you laughing?” You smiled as he placed a chaste kiss to your neck.
“Most people offer a cuppa to those they invite in their home.”
“Oh stop it you!” You slapped his shoulder jokingly “When do you have to be at work?”
“About twenty minutes ago. But this is way better.” He leaned himself up and looked at you fascinated, pushing a stray hair behind your ear “I’m glad you came back. I’m glad you came home to me.”
“Home?”
Gladio smiled at your parroting “What’s mine is yours babe.” He said as he placed his lips to yours once more.
Gladiolus had never been big on flowers. And not just because they weren’t “manly’, he just didn’t think they served any purpose and were a waste of space. A pretty waste, but a waste nonetheless.
But, if for some reason anyone ever decided to ask what his favorite flower was, he would have an answer for them.
Gladio’s little sister was one of his favorite people on the planet. Definitely in his top five. Maybe in his top two, when she wasn’t being a brat. He doesn’t have a written list or anything (he absolutely does).
He remembered being a little kid and learning that he was going to have a sibling. He’d been disappointed and excited all at once, but he wanted his little sister to know he loved her from the moment she was born.
Eight year old Gladiolus begged his father to take him shopping so that he could get her the perfect “welcome to the world” gift. It was on that trip that Clarus told Gladio that they would be naming the little girl Iris once she was born.
Gladio convinced Clarus to let him get the biggest bouquet of irises he could find, along with her very first teddy bear.
(Iris’s favorite flower is gladiolus, for anyone wondering)
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