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Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme
A Sentinel!AU Meme

There are special people in the world: Sentinels--whose five senses are incredibly enhanced, sometimes to the point of overwhelming and who can easily lose themselves in fugue states--and Guides, the empaths with the ability to ground a Sentinel and focus them. Meant to be the protectors of the Guides, for every Sentinel there exists a guide that is their perfect match. In some universes, when matches are made, a Sentinel and Guide form a soulbond to fill the feeling of emptiness.

How easy was it for you to find yours? How are Sentinels and Guides treated in your universe? Or maybe you're one of the normal, unremarkable people. Do you fear Sentinels and Guides? Despise them?

Rules
1) Post with your character/canon in the subject header.
2a) Choose whether your character is a Sentinel or a Guide
or
2b) If you don't know or don't care, just leave it blank!
3) Information about Sentinels and Guides can be found here and here. Information on 'The Sentinel' which this meme comes from can be found here.

4) All the tagging! Have fun 8D

Prompts
oo1. The Meeting:
How did you meet? Was it at an event organized specifically for finding your other half? By accident? Did you follow a mystical calling to them? Some other way?

oo2. The Bonding:
Do Sentinels and Guides in your universe soulbond? How does it go down? Is there a ceremony or do you just retreat to the bedroom?

oo3. Rejection:
Sometimes Sentinels or Guides propose a match but it's just not perfect. You don't feel the pull or maybe you think there is someone better or maybe you're already claimed. Maybe you were claimed and someone better came along?

oo4. Protection:
Sentinels are meant to protect Guides, any Guides, but it's even worse when they feel their Guide is in danger. They go feral; blind to anything but stopping and killing whoever threatened their Guide or the bond. Maybe someone attacked your Guide or you haven't bonded yet and you feel threatened or maybe you're the one doing the threatening. Whatever the reason, Sentinels in a feral state are dangerous and only their Guides can stop them.

oo5. Lost:
Sentinels often lose themselves in their senses. Either you're a Sentinel who has lost themselves or a Guide that has stumbled on one or a friend trying to draw them out. Unbonded Sentinels will find it hard to escape without a Guide. Or maybe you're bonded already which means you just need yours to come home.

006. Persecution:
Sometimes normal people or the government fear the power of Guides and Sentinels. Guides are empaths, feeling the emotions and sometimes passing thoughts of others and it can make people feel violated. Sentinels often have enhanced strength, which can make them dangerous. So they scorn them, hurt them or in the case of governments, regulate them.

oo7. Death:
Unbonded Sentinels and Guides eventually lose themselves to the empty cavern inside them. Torn apart from the inside by the feeling of something missing. Breaking the soulbond of a Sentinel and Guide is agonizing and horrifying, leading quickly to death for the remaining partner.

oo8. Old-School:
Guides used to be treated on the same level as slaves. Unable to work unless their Sentinel said. Not allowed out on their own. They used to wear collars and couldn't own land or inherit money. Maybe the old ways haven't completely fallen out of style.

oo9. Unbonded:
Nothing is worse than being an unbonded Guide or Sentinel. Always looking for your other half to fill that empty feeling but you probably have friends that aren't your match or who are trying to set you up with someone. Maybe you're skeptical about the whole love at first sight thing and haven't been looking.

o10. Wildcard: Some mish-mash of the above or anything else you can come up with!

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"You." He is not above being terribly blunt, his pupils wide and very focused on his Guide. He wants John. All of life, Gladio's always been a very dominant figure as a Sentinel, and he's had his fair share of fun over the years, not to mention the arrangement that's been happening the last several. No one's ever pushed back against that. The fight in his Guide is arousing in of itself, but it doesn't occur to him that John might be near or equally as dominant. Still, his brows come together at some of the suggestions, but he puts it off as John isn't ready to go 'that' far. He can deal with that.

So he gives a smirk, letting John work on peeling him out of the leather. "Sex is too messy for keeping your clothes on. Besides... I like this body." His hands move up from John's hips over his ribs, smoothing his thumbs across his chest. "If you wanna take your time, I wouldn't mind seeing just how far I could push you." There's a glint in his eyes as his voice goes lower. "I'm quite good at it, I've been told."

"You already have me," John teases back. When Gladio moves his hands up, though, the doctor draws in a deep breath and rumbles his approval for the touch. The drop in pitch at the end there goes straight to his own hardening length, though, and John sorely regrets being born a Guide, rather than a Sentinel. Because that all sounds very nice one of them does need to acquiesce first.

Traditionally, of course, it would be the Guide, and he'd be happy for it, letting his Sentinel work him like that. But after the conversation with Prompto, John's mind is on breaking molds, not conforming to them. Gladio's trousers are pulled off fully, and John takes a moment to at least pull off his shirt. He leaves his jeans and underwear on for the moment, though, wanting to give Gladio the opportunity to remove them.

"Show me how you're gonna push me. I like it well enough, I'll let you. If it's not good enough..." He reaches out and grasps Gladio's chin again. "It'll be my turn with you. Deal?" Now he just has to... not get overly turned on by his Sentinel. Nothing he can't handle. Probably.

There was a long pause as Gladio stares up at John, that very dominant gesture pushing hard at the Sentinel as much as Gladio's own ego. He takes a slow breath as he watches John, emotions flaring up like sparks in a fire. A moment of raw aggression, the wordless feeling of wondering how dare John talk to him like that? Then on its heels comes arousal, because, as he said before, he likes that his Guide isn't some submissive, passive thing. His nostrils flare, pupils going to pinpricks before expanding. When he lets out the breath, the momentary flare of anger is gone and he smirks.

"Deal."

John would then have to deal with Gladio deciding he is getting up, using an easy wrestling move to try and roll John over and onto his back, leaving him above him.

The quick swirl of emotion that comes off the Sentinel is a little dizzying for its intensity, but John holds his position and his expression, just letting things wash over him, rather than offering further challenge. That anger tells the Guide he's skirting the edge of what might be 'acceptable misbehavior' with the Sentinel. He'll have to keep pressing at Gladio's boundaries gradually to pull him more easily into submission. And John suspects it will almost always be a fight unless he's using his abilities to soothe over the other man's ego and make him more receptive. They'll have to discuss that. While John's willing to go a certain distance with his abilities, there comes a point where he'd be worrying about consent.

For now, Gladio seems to be level once more, and John lets himself be rolled over, knowing better than to try to fight that. He does, however place his hands against Gladio's chest--careful of his stitched-up wound--and lock his arms in place. It will make it difficult for Gladio to come down on him without some effort.

There's no actual intent to keep the Sentinel off, and John's smirk and the playful challenge through the Bond should telegraph that. "Easy, tiger," he chides lightly. "Don't want to pull your stitches."

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He might not be entirely wrong, as it currently stands, about the fight. Gladio, as it was, had a certain way of handling any challenge presented to him, and that was to take it down. It was how Sentinels were taught to handle things, and his being Noctis' Shield didn't help that problem. Yet... he'd taken to some of what John's pushed him to relatively well so far, hasn't given into any kind of anger when some Sentinels would have. There's the spark of possibility. Nature had put them together, perhaps even Fate.

When Gladio comes up and John's arms are braced there, there's the moment of confusion and uncertainty, looking down at his Guide, but when he feels the playfulness across the Bond, he relaxes, smirking slightly in amusement. "Rawr," he says with a snap of his teeth, but he puts some of his weight against John's hands. "That isn't enough to tear them..." He slides a hand under John's head, wanting to pull him up into a kiss. If John wants to be pushed to his limits, he certainly has his ideas, but it starts slow.

The Guide holds his arms locked in place for several seconds, just to prove that he can do that before relenting. He's not sure if the show of resistance is more for himself or for Gladio's Prompto's words have stopped knocking around John's head, but the sentiment is still there, along with the desire to push Gladio as far as the Sentinel can push him. All in good time. The Bond is demanding something close and intimate from the both of them. Some Guide and Sentinel couples might not take it to this physical level, but they're there. And it's been good so far. Very good.

When their lips meet, John wraps his arms around Gladio's back and tries to take control of the embrace, teasing his tongue between the younger man's lips before Gladio can get there. He can't do much with his legs with Gladio over him like this and John still in his jeans, which don't offer as much stretch as he might like. But he can do this.

Gladio has always been a very physical person. With his friends, it was slaps to the back ~~butt~~, shoulder nudges, and he's even given the two shorties rides before. He's been with plenty of others out there, though that had stopped after the four of them had become... something, and on top of it, as John's already seen, he's a very physically aggressive Sentinel though capable of his own control. Really, this sort of physicality was inevitable for whoever ended up with Gladio, just by the sheer nature of who he is as a person.

With John, it's come so easily as to not even need to think about it. It just comes to him, to want to touch John, to have him, as easily as it is to breathe. It's how their Bond keeps urging them, following their own natural desires. It doesn't, as Prompto seems hesitant about, change someone's sexuality but does put a bit of a magnifying glass to it.

John's attempt to take control of the kiss doesn't seem to bother him in the least; he just leans into it, letting his lips part with his knees braced against the bed so his hands can run down John's sides, thumbing over his nipples before going for his jeans. It's easy enough to get a hand between them and palm John through them once, but no man wants to deal with jeans and a hard-on so he doesn't linger, inside working at the fly so he can free John.

John twitches when Gladio thumbs over his nipples, but it's not until he makes it to his jeans that the doctor groans quietly into the Sentinel's mouth. The Guide drops one of his hands down and loses some focus on the kiss as he moves to assist Gladio by shoving his own jeans and underpants down. His erection bobs free in the blessedly cool air, and John just breaks the kiss so that he can attack Gladio's neck.

The bites aren't too hard, but they're enough that Gladio's not going to be able to ignore them, especially when John takes advantage of his position to kiss and nip his way down Gladio's collarbone. The other man's scent is heady and the taste of his skin is addictive in a way that only a Sentinel's can be to a Guide.

When Gladio has John's jeans off, he decides to gently challenge the Sentinel's control again, wrapping his hand around Gladio's cock and stroking it until either Gladio does something to distract him or he's told to lay off.

John will be pleased at the growl that leaves Gladio when he 'attacks' Gladio's neck, one that he'll be able to feel against his lips and teeth as much as hear. Far from an angry growl, this one encourages as he frees John of the tight confines, throwing material off to the side so he can pull his Guide to him. However, the sudden fingers around his cock pulls a brief shudder from him, but he reaches down and snags that clever hand, bringing it up to his mouth and nipping at the fingers before popping one into his mouth, clever tongue proving itself while he trickles his fingers over John's hardness.

He had every plan to start off small, to start really working John up, but as promised he wouldn't let the Guide fall. Not just yet. He wants to 'earn' whatever line John has drawn in the sand and cross it firmly before he lets John have his chance, still in the mindset that all of this is playful, learning. Not quite the dominance dance that John believes it.

His head shifts, pulling a second finger into his mouth, before he lets them fall out and murmurs low, "it's even better on your cock." A glint in his eyes, then he leans down and allows just the very tip of his tongue, eyes locking to John's to make sure he's watching, to go from base to head with a flick at the end.

John sucks in a sharp breath and holds it when Gladio moves out of reach and licks that teasing stripe up his length. It's a little harder to control his reaction without lips to press against or fingers in his mouth. It had been a little too easy to start sucking on those...

"Mm... 'M sure it is." He breathes out. Down, Watson. Getting worked up like a twenty-something so early should be downright embarrassing. He draws on his favorite cool-down technique, digging his own thumbnail hard into his side for a moment. The sharp pain focuses him and takes the edge off his arousal. "You don't want a condom on me?"

The doctor had, after all, requested one for Gladio. As a further attempt to take the heat a notch down without entirely killing the mood or overtly making a play that way, he adds, "I am clean... just do y'know. Regular testing. Standard procedure for doctors."

Gladio rolls a shoulder into a shrug, playing it off easy. "Don't like 'em unless I'm with a total stranger. Pretty sure you'd tell me if you weren't clean. You're not the kind of guy to hide something like that." He doesn't know but he knows, thanks to the Bond. He bends his head down to press a kiss along John's inner thigh, then spreads both of his hands over those thighs so he could hold them in place while he met John's eyes.

Then, with a little bit of a proud smirk, he takes the head into his mouth... and proceeds to deep throat John in one long bob of his head down until his lips brush hair. If he needs to prove himself more, he even leaves himself there in place for a long moment before pulling back, then flicking his tongue over the head. Smirk again.

John's about to make a remark about the fact that he can keep his thighs spread himself when Gladio just... goes for it. Reflexively, he tries to pulls his legs together, but with the Sentinel's hands in place, it's just straining against him until John can consciously relax. Gladio will receive a jolt of good, impressed, arousal through the Bond before The Guide manages to articulate his thoughts.

"Show off," he huffs. "You're bigger than I am." John raises himself to his elbows and reaches down to wind his fingers into Gladio's hair. He tugs gently. "All right with something harder?"

Not that he's intending to yank out Gladio's hair by the roots, but he'll gauge how careful he needs to be while the Sentinel is up for air. For now, he just shifts a little to find a comfortable place in this arrangement.

It had been a mix of balance to let him down John in that eye-up position and knowing that John would try to jerk up into the wet heat when he did it and the last thing he wanted to do was gag. So he licks his lips right above John's need, basking in the feeling that came through the Bond. It isn't easy to deal with, this sudden feeling of someone constantly in the back of his head but each burst is another thing to figure out, get used to, to realize that this is the rest of his life.

"Don't expect anyone to be able to deep throat me, John," Gladio points out with a bit of a laugh, but at the mention of hair pulling, he gives a low laugh and sucks briefly on John's skin where thigh and hip meet before he rumbles low, "I don't mind some pain."

Go for it.

Then he pulls John back into his mouth, showing he definitely has done this before. His fingers form a ring at the base of John's cock, the rest of that hand shifting to be able to curl down and pull the sack into them, rolling the weight of it between them.

Okay. Okay. Definitely taking notes for next time on his side. The hand in Gladio's hair twists as John sucks in another deep breath. He braces his feet against the other man's shoulders to ground himself a little more now that the Sentinel isn't spreading his thighs and holding him there. The wet heat around his cock is undeniably good, especially when paired with the attention to the rest of him.

"And you said I was good. Thinking you were just being nice now. Mm... you don't look half bad down there." John tries not to pull too hard on Gladio's hair, even with the reassurance through the Bond. On this side of things, it's harder to concentrate, but he makes a go of communication once more now that Gladio's not being sucked off.

Good, faster.

He rumbles low in the back of his throat, a cue that he really does like the hand in his hair. The small, stinging pain only adds to the heat of it all, urging the deeper arousal that usually comes along with pain. Not exactly something he's willing to talk about, but John will probably figure that out as time goes on thanks to the Bond. Wait until they're in a proper fight together.

Gladio pulls his head back, just enough to cockily say, "I look damn good anywhere." And just for that, he wraps a hand around John while his mouth bites down gently on the tender skin at the inner thigh, then promptly sucks a mark there with a finishing look of being a smart ass and having no problem with it. His hand kept up the roll of his fingers, until it became an awkward grip as he moved down along John's thigh, then reached up and stroked over his ribs, down his hip, and gripped outside of his thigh.

But he knows what that feeling through the Bond is, almost on instinct, so his mouth returns to John's cock and he surrounded it in heat again, bobbing his head slow.

John's leg twitches with the first bite, toes curling against the other man's shoulders, but he manages to get it mostly under control as Gladio works his way down. He'll have to remember to tell the Sentinel later that he's especially sensitive between the thighs. Then again, it's probably patently obvious. But it never hurts to mention these things... encourage more of them.

Although, with the game they're playing right now, probably he doesn't want to give Gladio any more tips on how to put him toward the edge. "You have a massive ego. Has anyone ever mentioned?" John chuckles, but it's choked off when Gladio's lips return to his shaft. "Well-deserved, so far," the Guide adds after a moment.

But that's still agonizingly slow and calculated to tease as much as offer relief, John suspects. It's a moment before the Guide decides to play dirty. He focuses on releasing more needy pheromones, ones that will be more of a challenge for the Sentinel to ignore and focus with.

Having the pheromones fill the air around him makes Gladio start to lose some of his rhythm, then come to a brief stop as his head spun with it. Every instinct told him that his Guide needed him, wanted him, and as he breathes it in, it feels like it just gets that much deeper. So Gladio ends up freezing, his mouth poised just above John's cock, eyes closed.

Then, thickly, "John-" another breath in and John smells so incredible, like something he wants to devour. His hands on the outside of John's thighs squeeze and pull him down, closer, with an unintentional rut against the bed. He's not used to a Guide using their influence like this, as much as John reacts to Gladio nosing or biting at the bond scar.

There's a decision to be made here. John doesn't like leading a partner on and teasing to a point is fun, but that rut... The Guide hadn't expected Gladio to respond quite that strongly. He's still getting used to the Bond and, honestly, sex with a Sentinel. Most of his life has been spent avoiding this situation.

John's feet have slipped off Gladio's shoulders and up over them, putting him in what feels like an exceptionally vulnerable position. So. Decision time. He'd told Gladio he didn't want to do anything penetrative the first time, had left it purposefully off his list of possibilities. This is their first time together. Well... third time. But it's still the first day. His body is telling him he's about as horny as a 17-year-old boy right now, though, and Gladio is an excellent remedy to his condition. Logically, he knows that's the newly formed Bond screaming for complete connection. It doesn't much help how appealing the idea is for a moment.

"Gladio..." John licks his lips and pulls back on the pheromones. Through the Bond, he sends some soothing messages.

Settle, find control, patience.

He'll have to be more careful. It's far easier than he thought to influence Gladio. That's why they work together well, though, isn't it? Still, it's something to keep in mind to stop himself from winding the Sentinel up in an unpleasant way.

If he truly wanted to ignore the pheromones, as it was, he probably could have. They were, quite literally, in the middle of sex, so if John wanted more, who was he to say no? But he had given that warning, knowing what John had said earlier. They were finding the balance - where the edges of the Bond lied and the strengths of it. They were doing it together.

Gladio nods, licks his lips once, then flicked his tongue over John.

There is little surprise that their first night together is a long one; the Bond demands it.

John learns that this group (minus one) is a bunch of early risers because Gladio has an alarm set, though he doesn't rush out of bed, but John will pick up the scent of breakfast probably being started out in the kitchen. Prompto's already gone on his morning run, and Gladio?

"Unless you want to hit the gym with me, hang out around here." Not exactly up, even if awake. Yaaaaaaawn.

"Mmm..." The noise is half-disapproving growl. "Morning should be illegal." John is curled up against Gladio's side. His body aches from the marathon sex adventure of the previous night; he hasn't gone at it like that since college. Unfortunately, while he'd like to fall back asleep, his internal clock is now insisting that he get up and start moving. And if he doesn't want the ache to settle in for the day, he should probably go and workout a bit, or at least do some stretching.

Even for the complaining, though, John rolls away from the other man and sits up to stretch in bed. "Didn't bring workout clothes." He should have thought that through a little more. He supposes he could just use the pajamas he never bothered wearing. There's also a part of him that's once more, in the light of day, a little nervous to face Gladio's entourage. Especially after the racket they were making. That particular anxiety is an unhelpful and idiotic one, though, so he tries to push it away.

"Is the gym in the building?" John rises from the bed and stretches again, cracking his back before heading toward the bathroom.

"Mm, like that sound." Gladio shifts enough to be able to nose John briefly at his shoulder, breathing in his scent before siting up himself. As John gets out of bed, he doesn't even bother to hide watching him because damn that is a nice shot there. "I could snag you a pair of Noct's; he won't care." Besides, he thinks, John will look good in the royal color of black.

"Yeah, gym's only a few floors down. Not bad space, either." He stands up and stretches out slow and easy, letting out a happy-stretch grunt at the end. Even he's got a few stiff muscles from everything they did last night. Thankfully... the team is just used to blocking out the sounds of getting it on, even if Prompto still blushes (and is decidedly the loudest in the group, in everything).

"No, I'll use my night clothes. It's fine." He barely knows Noctis. Accepting accommodations from him is already testing his nerves, as Gladio discovered last night. He might take clothes that Ignis buys for him at this point, but not just... wearing another bloke's clothes. Let alone royalty's clothes.

He closes the bathroom door with a wink at Gladio to take care of his morning routine, knowing full well that the Sentinel is watching him and enjoying the view. He's feeling more awake after a shave and brushing his teeth, along with a quick wipe down. He'll take a proper shower after the workout, but this should be fine for now.

John steps back out into the main room and glances around for Gladio before heading to his dufflebag. He pulls out his pajamas and a pair of underwear to put on, along with socks and shoes. The short sword at the bottom catches his attention, though. "Hey, what sort of workout were you thinking of?"

He hadn't thought just borrowing something off Noct would get to John, but it did, and honestly that left Gladio with a bit of a sour taste in his mouth. How was he supposed to make his Guide feel like a part of this group, at this rate? It gives him a lot of thought while John is freshening up, and he goes to take his turn when John's out. "I have a routine I usually do." Perhaps unsurprising that a figure like Gladio's took routine.

But he's curious and he looks over with a raised brow. "Why?" Because it seems to him like maybe John has something in mind. Usually his routine doesn't involve John (though sometimes Ignis, sometimes Noct... Prompto isn't much of a weight lifter as it is) so he's up for a change if John's got a better idea.

"Just thought we could maybe do some drills, that's all. 'S fine if you have something else. Probably should do some of my physio stretches, anyway." He senses Gladio's displeasure at the refusal to borrow Noct's clothes. Or... perhaps displeasure is a strong word for it. He knows the Sentinel is perturbed, but John chooses not to address that for the moment. Not everything needs to be acknowledged between two people, even when they share a Bond.

While he waits for Gladio, John goes to stretch himself out on the bed again. Without really thinking about it, he snags one of Gladio's pillows with a hand and pulls it toward himself, wrapping his arms around it and rubbing his nose against the fabric. The Sentinel's scent is thick on it, which makes it far more irresistible than any pillow has a right to be.

"No, that sounds like a good idea. Could do both." John is going to learn that Gladio spends a lot of time keeping the shape he's in and the skill he has. Weights, cardio, training happened every single day, without fail. ...Unless of course he's hurt too badly to be able to do so (cough), which means today is going to be a leg day for sure.

Ignis, at least for John's sake, has gotten it into his thick skull not to stress out a wound... too much. He still pushes it.

Perturbed isn't exactly it, either. Gladio's distressed about it, to some degree. He wants John happy, as any Sentinel wants their Guide to be happy (and good Sentinel), but he also wants John to feel like he does - that this is a brotherhood. A family. And that he's a part of it. It'll take time and the logical part of his mind tells him that, he knows it from how long it took for Prompto to be a full part of it, but his instincts want it to happen more immediately than is possible.

He quickly goes through the morning basics, like John leaving a shower until after, and comes out to-

Oh.

Gladio ends up standing there, unwilling to disturb John in the least when he's like that because he looks so content. He just leans in the doorway from the bathroom with a small smile on his face, crossing his arms and taking in his fill.

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Sorry about the delay. COMIC CON!

Hope it was AWESOME!

It WAS. Had lots of fun with my dad.

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