(AU) GLADIO -> IGNIS

[praesum]

[Gladio was never a very vain man. ...Well alright, he knew he was attractive by societies standards- more than attractive in most cases. Some would argue he could get any omega he wanted, have any bare their neck and open their legs. And in many cases that was true. Not like his duties gave him much time to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. He never bonded with anyone but there were some nights where he craved.

So he took.

It wasn't as if he... didn't have the interest? For bonding and having a mate? An actual mate. And with his position and family name he could quite literally have his pick of the best. Groomed omegas more than willing to be on his arm, in his home and warming his bed.

And there was a bit of a temptation in that.

But it was easy. He never quite liked easy, no.

The only omega to fully catch his eye and attention, since they were teenagers, had to have been the most stubborn omega he has ever met. Spurning his looks, never once baring his neck or showing the sort of attitude he was accustomed to when it came to omegas.

So, naturally, that just made him want him more.

Ignis Scientia, adviser and childhood friend of the crown prince Noctis.

Setting his sights impossibly high, he knew. But Gladio was nothing but tenacious when he wanted something. Or someone. And they got along well enough, just not in the way Gladio wanted. Iris had insisted that perhaps he should try wooing him with something other than musk and his sheer alpha presence.

It was worth a try, he guessed? Since the former clearly wasn't working.

So on a Friday evening he finds himself outside of Ignis' apartment, ringing the doorbell. A bouquet of an assortment of lilies in one hand, the other settled in his pocket. No bare chest this evening, opting for his fitted tank top and casual slacks.

Very casual.

No pressure.

...He could do this.]