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'Wait a second did I just get alpha engaged to Noctis?'

The danger sirens in Prompto's brain started screaming again as he looked down at the Chocobo Bar in his hand and back up at the arch. The Iron Giant was back standing over him like a monolith and this time it wasn't content to just squish him, no this time it brought friends. Every fear he'd ever had of being discovered surrounded him and bubbled up like water in his lungs forcing out the air until he was gasping. There were some secrets you couldn't keep from a boyfriend? fiancé? mate? and he had so many secrets that Noctis could never know. He held secrets in his mind, in his blood, on his skin, too many secrets all written into the very core of him, all tied around the mark on his wrist.

His stomach turned, the floor an ocean in a hurricane, all choppy seas and strong winds waves towering over him, more than enough to bowl him over, and he just wanted to sit still and breathe until the floor turned solid again. His heart felt like a balloon tied to a brick light enough to float away if not for the fear sitting heavy in his belly. There were so many things he just couldn't wrap his head around. He loved Noctis, he'd changed everything just to feel worthy enough to be near him, but he'd never once dreamed of catching him. Never once believed that there was anything in him Noctis could want, not with all his secrets hanging over his head.

"Prom are you alright?"The dangerous edge to Noctis faded with his smile his voice turning lighter and softer, losing the husky edge. His scent softened until the tea and citrus overtook everything else. The smell was comforting, more like the Noctis he knew but it was still different, the scent stronger than it usually was. He leaned into it pressing his nose closer to chase the familiarity until it was pressed against the collar of Noctis' unbuttoned shirt.

He jerked back the tomato flush back in his cheeks and nodded stiffly his body refusing to move in any way that wasn't reminiscent of the jerky mechanical motions of an MT. "Yeah this is just a lot to take in dude, just give me a bit to freak out and I'll be right with you."

"Wait!" Noctis' face looks as though he's just seen lightning strike from a cloudless sky, like day has just dawned in the middle of the night, and he leaned in pressing his lips to Prompto's ear to trap the words between them, sending shivers through the other boy at each puff of air. "Did you want to keep it a secret from me?"

"Keep what a secret?" Prompto's voice lowered to match Noctis' tone, his voice catching as his mind was torn between the dizzying sensation of lips pressing against his ear and automatically cycling through every potential secret Noctis could be thinking of.

"We shouldn't talk about this here, we've got about a minute until Mr. Pavo shows so let's ditch." Noctis' smile was a sun so blinding that it overshadowed the light of his magic creeping from his fingers to overtake the arch and dissolve it into his armory. His eyes were sharp, but the look in them was no longer quite so hungry as he reached down and took Prompto's hand banishing the bar in it to the ether.

Prompto couldn't bear to look at his smile too afraid that his shadows and secrets would steal away that light. He forced a smile of his own to form, hoping it didn't look too fake despite knowing that it would, and nodded back. "Yeah, let's go."

Noctis pulled him up from his chair and they took off running like angry coeurls were giving chase. They ran until they reached the school gate winded and panting, laughing like they'd tasted madness and were set to chase it down to taste some more. Noctis let go of his hand and wiped it off on his pants and Prompto did the same even as he secretly mourned the loss. Their hands had pressed against each other too tightly, their palms were too warm and slick with moisture. It was uncomfortable, all sticky and gross, but Prompto could have held Noctis' hand forever.

The walk to Noctis' apartment was spent in silence, it hung about them in the air like a thick fog, seemingly impenetrable. Prompto wasn't normally one to let a silence linger, but this time there was too much pressing at the corners of his mind eating away at his words, too much of Noctis, the arch, his secrets, and everything that could go possibly wrong. He was trapped between a rock and a hard place pinned between his desires and his fears.

When they reach the apartment Prompto toes off his shoes and drops his bag by the door before he walks past the normal teenage mess and throws himself down on Noctis' couch. It feels like a cloud covered in buttery leather and as he'd once told Noctis anyone who wouldn't throw themselves on it lacks a soul.

Noctis paused at the coffee table his lips pulled back in a wary smile, his hand lit up in brilliant white blue energy the arch taking form in all it's spiraling hypnotic beauty, and Prompto longed for his camera. The moment passed too soon and Noctis threw himself down beside him. It's almost normal, except they're just sitting there in a silence that is practically a living thing for how thoroughly it strangles them. The tv sits dead in front of them, the consoles are untouched, their phones are still in their bags, and there's nothing to distract them from the untold secrets hovering just beneath the surface.

Noctis sighed as he leaned back into the couch, his posture at odds with the way his eyes are sharp as daggers, piercing right through him, his scent subtly shifting more toward tea in an effort to calm. "I know what you are Prompto. I understand why you'd want to keep it a secret, I'm not upset with you."

"I was afraid that if you knew what I was you wouldn't want to be friends with me. Sounds silly right." Prompto rubbed at his wrist and smiled weakly forcing himself to be more confident than he felt.

He could feel Noctis' eyes on him, could see his hands clench and unclench on his knees in the corner of his eye, could even smell when his scent dulled the tea and citrus taking on a flat note as he grew more and more distressed. "Do you really think that would matter to me Prompto? You're not my friend because you have to be or because you want to get something out of me, you're my friend, because you wanted to be my friend. You're the first person who ever treated me like I'm just me, you've never expected me to be anything more than who I am. You're my best friend and I'd never let something insignificant like what you are ruin that."

"So it really doesn't matter to you?" There was so much hope in those words they were like a chain around his neck ready to be released or tightened at a moments notice.

"Why would it matter, you didn't think you were the only one in Insomnia did you?" He says it like it's a fact and the bluntness of it hits Prompto in the chest with all the force of a training blade.

I've never had any reason to think otherwise, the thought burns in his mind white hot and so loud it's nearly impossible to keep it trapped in his head. It hurts more than he expected it to, learning that he wasn't alone but no one trusted him enough to know. It's like in those cartoons he used to watch where someone would run off a cliff and Just keep running on the air before realizing what just happened and gravity would catch up with them sending them plummeting to a rocky violent landing. His heart, his mind, his everything is hovering in the air and suddenly he's plummeting toward the ground with nothing to cushion his fall.

"Does anyone else know?" He takes a breath, fills his lungs until they hurt, until they burn and scream from the pressure.

Noctis smiles at him his lips pulled back gently, his eyes warm and open like he somehow understands everything. "As far as I know it's just Ignis and Gladio but you shouldn't worry about them. They don't care what you are and they aren't about to go shouting it from the rooftops either."

And that made sense, of course the Prince's Advisor and his Shield would know, they'd probably learned everything they could about him when he'd first started to hang with Noctis. They were pretty powerful people, certainly enough to get ahold of his records and they didn't care, and way more importantly Noctis didn't care. Even knowing that there are others he was never told about the sun bursts to life in his chest and he has to swallow down the laughter that wants to escape from his mouth. In his wildest dreams he'd never dared to think it was possible and now birds had been loosed in his chest leaving his heart light and fluttery. Deliriously happy the thought crosses his mind that nothing could ever ruin this moment.

Could a knock on the door prove someone wrong, because the sound of it reverberating through the room sent the birds in his chest plummeting to his stomach. Noctis groaned and rolled off the couch walking to the door like a noose was tightening around his neck with every step. He opened the door and a scowling behemoth of a man walked into the room like he owned it. His arms were crossed over his chest, his hoodie and sweatpants straining at the seams to cover endless firm mountains of muscle. His skin was tawny with the kind of tan that only came from hours spent in the sun, hair tied back revealing that the sides of his head were shaved. His eyes were sharp liquid amber under dark defined brows.

But the one thing that stood out the most to Prompto wasn't the way he looked but the way he smelled. Like marshmallows toasted over a blazing fire, like dark chocolate and bitter cold, like smoke and cinnamon, like wilderness and home. It flooded the room, overwhelming, sharp as a knife and wholly unapologetically omega. Prompto had heard stories about how a pissed omega could tear a man limb from limb, this man looked like he wouldn't even need to be pissed to tear someone to shreads.

He scanned the room taking in the whirlwind mess of wrappers, papers, bottles, and cans, and the arch sitting on the coffee table. The furrow of his brows growing deeper as he scoffed in disgust. His eyes locked onto Noctis and the grin that passed over his lips promised pain."Get dressed in your training gear, grab some water and snacks and be ready to go in five. You know the rules Noct, ditch school if you like but then you have to train twice as long with me. You too Blondie, you wanna skip school you face the consequences."

"I've never trained before and I don't really have anything to wear and Mom'll kill me if I ruin the uniform." Prompto sank back into the couch willing the leather cloud to open up and swallow him in a cushy suffocating death.

"You aren't getting out of it that easily, go and borrow some of Noct's clothes. If he let's you laze around in his clothes when you two have your little sleepovers he should have no problem lending you some to train in." Gladio cocked his head to the side his lips pulled back in a wolfish feral grin.

Gladio chuckled to himself as Prompto fled from the room to seek out Noctis and outright laughed when Prompto's slightly squealing panicked voice rang through the apartment as he pounded on Noctis' door. "Hey Noct you got anything I can wear?"

"Yeah!" Noctis' voice was followed by the sound of clothing being chucked at someone and Prompto's whining cry when the clothing hit him.

"Dude that was my face!"

Galdio rolled his eyes at the boys antics before he looked at his phone and shouted loud enough for both of them to hear."I gave you five minutes to get ready, you've got a minute left. Get a move on! If you think training twice as long is too much then you're really gonna love it when you have to train three times as long because you couldn't move your asses!"

OP here!

Ahhhhh I was screaming and covering my face during their obviously cross-purposes talk, oh no. Loved the line about pissed off omegas being able to rip people to shreds, something different from the weepy omega trope is great. Looking forward to more!!

Sorry for the long wait. Everyone is in for a surprise when the real truth comes out, especially Prompto. I couldn't picture Gladio as weepy, he's definitely more of a tear a person apart kind of guy, besides in most fic omegas are mothers and mothers can be scary especially if you touch their kids.

Any squicks or things you'd like to see before I continue and would you like it if the person Regis is trying to court is an alpha Cor?

OP

I'm so excited to see the update! Things are moving fast (and they're still under that miscommunication, oh no). Noct's hand slipped, sure, lol.

I don't have any real squicks (I guess gore and non-standard bodily fluids in sex?) and Regis courting Cor is totally fine with me. So he's an alpha courting another alpha? That sounds interesting!

Thank you,I'll be sure to avoid your squicks. As far as Regis and Cor goes it'll be a bit different than alpha omega courting and it's a bit of a preview of what's going to happen once Noctis starts actively courting Ignis.

"You two better be ready, we're leaving now." Gladio's shout rings through the apartment like a bullet from a gun just as Prompto manages to get the black sweatpants Noctis had thrown at him tied tight enough around his waist that they won't fall down and embarrass him in the middle of whatever training Noctis' scary omega friend has in mind.

"That was so not five minutes." He says under his breath as he straightens out his wristband making sure the strip of white and green fabric sits just right on his wrist and his secret remains hidden.

‘I don’t have to wear this anymore.’ The thought pops up into his head and chirping away like a songbird in his brain singing, ‘Noctis knows, Noctis knows.’

His fingers tease at the edges of the band pulling it just far enough away from the skin that he can see the black of the ink. His lips tremble as a sickening sour feeling creeps through his mouth tightening his throat and his lips pull back into a grimace. He tugs the band back down and reluctantly leaves the bathroom with it covered. He walks through the short hall into the living room where Gladio stands sentinel by the door. The omega looms over him with his scent as much as his body. His arms bulge as they cross over his chest and Prompto finds his eyes drawn back to the unfairly tight hoodie, the lines of his muscles barely even hidden beneath the fabric.

"So, you're this Prompto I've heard all about?" Gladio raised a brow, amber eyes piercing right through him like arrows.

"Uh, yeah you must be Gladio, I've heard a lot about you too." His feet move beneath him, shuffling under the weight of those eyes as his voice mimics it, too loud at first before it softened to almost nothing.

"I'm sure." Gladio's voice rolls from his lips and hits the open air with careless precision the disbelief in it sharp as a blade.

His eyes finally move sliding away from Prompto to glare at something behind him and his chest shudders in relief as a world is lifted from his shoulders. He turns following Gladio’s gaze and smiles as he takes in Noctis in an outfit that almost matches the one he’d thrown at him to wear.

Gladio’s lips pull back from his teeth, baring them in a friendly sort of threat. "Just in time Princess any later and I would have carried you out the door myself."

The image of Noctis being flung carelessly over those huge shoulders and carted off like a bag of potatoes overtakes his mind with the brilliance of a sunrise. His heart flips over in his chest like a dog rolling over to show its owner its belly his voice creaking out of his throat. "Wait really?"

"He's done it before." Noctis shrugged as he walks out of his apartment like it isn’t a big deal and it barely even registers as something strange to him. He says it like everyone has a giant buff behemoth bodyguard friend that slings them over their shoulders and carries them off to keep them from slacking when they don’t feel like working out that day.

Prompto follows Noctis out into the hall a tension he hadn’t even felt building in his shoulders releases as he takes in a breath of air that isn’t heavy with agitated pheromones. He steps aside as Gladio walks out of the apartment and let’s Noct through to lock the door. “So where are we headed? I’m not usually invited along on these things.”

“To the Citadel training halls.” Gladio’s hand lands on his shoulder with a squeeze that prevents his body from jumping. “We’ll get you a badge when we get there.”

Before this whenever Noctis had talked about the Citadel Training halls he’d pictured a gym, albeit a much nicer gym than the ones he’d joined before. He’d imagined a nearly endless assortment of treadmills, exercise machines, and weight stations all of them state of the art and sturdy enough to handle an army’s worth of usage. He’d pictured people constantly moving back and forth surrounded by an air of camaraderie and friendly scents. Looking around he felt a bit disappointed that the legendary training room where Noctis had knocked out a tooth running into a wall didn’t resemble a gym in the slightest.

The training hall looked more like an empty room where someone had said, ‘we’re not using this but since we have all this empty space we should let people fight in here’. The only equipment in the room was a weapons rack that sat against the wall, filled in an almost artistic way with almost every kind of weapon he could think of save heavy gear and guns. There was no one else there and that was almost relieving because while the room was big it would have been one of the smallest gyms he’d seen since he’d started making enough money to move into the nice one by Noctis’ apartment. It didn’t even have that stale sweat and pheromone smell that lingered in every gym he’d ever entered in his life either. It smells like lemon cleaner, the nice kind that’s designed to kill scent markers without leaving a strong scent behind.

Noctis nuzzles up against him drawing him out of his thoughts and back into the real world. He lets the scent of oranges and spice watch over him as he takes in the way Gladio inspects a sword that looks like it was designed more for decoration than actual use by the weapons rack. His stomach dips as Gladio lifts it up and rests the flat side against his shoulder like it was made of balsa wood instead of what must be solid steel. He’d thought it was too big to be of any real use in a fight but the smug grin on Gladio’s face says otherwise. It’s huge almost as big as Gladio is and just as intimidating. It’s the kind of weapon that a video game character would only be able to use after level fifty if they were already strong to begin with. it looks like it could kill him if it tipped over and the sharp side hit him, like his bones wouldn’t even slow it down.

"Prompto since you're new to this I'm going to let you observe first and after I kick Noct’s ass I'll take you through a few practice fights to get an idea of where you're at and where we need to focus. You’ll switch off with Noctis after every round so take the opportunity to pay attention to how he fights. You’ve got a similar body structure so his fighting style will be of more benefit to you than mine. If you suck, which you will, don't worry about it you're here to learn. After I kick your ass don’t be too hard on yourself." Gladio says as by some miracle he manages to sound like he’s not lugging around a sword that is honestly too big to be used as a sword without something supernatural going on.

Prompto somehow manages to tear his eyes away from the ginormous sword of doom and death for long enough to look him in the face, his voice wavering and unsteady. "Yeah sounds good."

“You ready Noct?” Gladio’s voice rings with smug challenge as he saunters out onto the middle of the training room floor.

“As I’ll ever be.” Noctis says after a breathy sigh sounding more bored than anyone about to fight someone with that sword should be. He nuzzles up against Prompto again before walking out to meet Gladio in the middle of the hall, the look on his face almost serene in spite of the playful smirk that dances on the edge of his lips.

He's heard Noctis complain about training hundreds of times before, but it had always been the kind of complaining that's more for show than anything, the kind that says secretly I love this but my pride won't let me admit it so I'm going to lie through my teeth and say that it sucks. Watching him walk out onto the training room floor sword shimmering into existence in his fist however it's easy to tell that he's pleased as a fish in water.

Noctis throws his sword at Gladio and slips through the air like a fish through water, his body disappearing into swaths of blue light that streaks through the space between them like a bolt of lightning. He reappears in midair amongst a rain of crystal dust his hand curled around the blade he'd thrown with a lazy sort of ease. He launches into an attack using the momentum he got from warping bringing his sword down on Gladio like a guillotine. Somehow even with a sword the size of a fully-grown man weighing him down and muscles that the Archaean himself would be proud of Gladio is just fast enough to block him.

The clang rings through the training room like a gong signaling that playtime is over. Noctis' blade slides across Gladio's with the high scraping sound of metal against metal and Prompto has to clench his teeth to convince himself that he can't feel it. Noctis' body glows blue as he backs away from Gladio dodging the fist that should have swept him off of his feet in the space of a blink. He swings again and Noctis' body flashes with light as he steps out of the path of the blade ducking beneath it.

Gladio smirks viciously as a wave of toasted marshmallow and dark chocolate hits him like he's just run into a wall of it. He has to breathe through his mouth and the scent still sends shockwaves through his gut and fireworks down his limbs as it makes his brain feel like it's been wrapped in a heavy layer of cotton as his thoughts dive straight into the gutter. Those thoughts aren't helped by the way Gladio's shirt clings to his body his skin shining with sweat. He winces in sympathy as his eyes dart to Noctis, the alpha has to be feeling it so much more than he is, and takes in the sudden stillness as Noctis' heaving chest becomes the only part of him that isn't frozen in place.

A growl travels through the air and rakes claws down Prompto's back, the hairs on his neck standing at attention. He swallows his mouth suddenly dry eyes wide as he takes in the tension in Noctis' body, the way every part of him seems like it's pulled tight ready to snap like a rubber band pulled to send it flying across a room. His knuckles turn white as his grip tightens around the hilt of his sword and the atmosphere of the room suddenly grows thick like the air before a thunderstorm. Oranges and spice mingle with Gladio's scent in a way that burns through his nose. He feels like he's been glued to the seat, he can't move, can’t even breathe in spite of the feeling screaming that he needs to be closer.

Noctis' body vanishes into a warp as he flings his sword into the pillar behind Gladio. He hangs from it when he reappears his chest heaving as his body swings back and forth in the air above them. Only the hilt of his sword stands between him and a very unpleasant meeting with the floor, which is stone. Prompto's head reels at the sight the only thought going through his mind is why is the training room floor stone and not springy matts or something that isn't going to make the crown prince go splat if he slips.

Noctis suddenly launches himself from the pillar vanishing into a blue blur hitting Gladio in a shimmer of magic, the omega stumbles forward with a grunt his body turning so that he twists out of the reach of Noctis' sword. They exchange blows that miss by millimeters, Noctis' body glowing blue more often than it isn't. Noctis suddenly stumbles with a pained wince on his face as his hand reaches up to clutch at the side of his head.

Gladio's eyes flash as his sword swings at Noctis the blade flashing blue as it seems to slide through Noctis like an oar through water, the blow knocks Noctis to the ground his hands flying to his chest. There’s no wound, no blood or gore, nothing but a residual blue glow where the killing blow should have been. He sits up and lifts his neck as Gladio brings his sword down to rest beneath his chin his eyes flashing even as his body submits in defeat. "You can't let a pretty scent take your mind out of a fight, but you held out pretty well, good job. Take a short break and be ready to go again in a few."

Gladio reaches down and grabs Noctis' arm pulling him up onto his feet with a grin. Their scents start to fade from the room as the aggression fades, slowly overpowered by calming tea and smoke, and the vise that kept Prompto's breath trapped in his lungs finally releases.

"Okay Blondie now it's your turn." Gladio's teeth pulled back from his lips in a sharp smile, grinning at Prompto like a cat grins at a bird with a broken wing. For years to come that smile is going to haunt his nightmares, or his dreams, probably both. His smile seemed to sharpen somehow and Prompto swallowed trying to dispel the sudden tightness in his throat, it would be both, definitely both. His little birdie heart was frozen in his chest, the ice creeping outward until Gladio's hand lands on his shoulder with enough strength to make his lungs jump in his chest.

"Okay." He croaks as he's led by the strong arm on his shoulder over to the weapons rack.

Gladio peruses the selection for a moment and Prompto looks at the rack with a mix of awe and fear. There are no guns, no bows, no crossbows, in short there is nothing that specializes in long range combat, it's just a collection of bladed weapons and a couple of staffs, all so pristine they look like they're only touched to be polished. Some of the swords are made from wood or bamboo, most are metal their sharp blades polished to a blinding shine. He swallows nervously his blood running cold as his mind betrays him with snippets of his nightmares. His mind overflows with visions of gleaming blades, of grit between his fingers, of sharp burning pain, and the scent of oil and sanitizer and blood.

"Eventually you'll find something to specialize in but for now we'll start with a standard training blade. It's blunted but you will treat this like a real weapon, I'm sure you're mature enough that you will not play around with this blade like a toy." Gladio's voice draws him from the shadows as he holds a weapon out to him, a short sword made of wood and polished to a glowing shine.

Prompto nods and takes the blade, turning it over trying to ignore the way it sits like a brick in his hand. He should have something shorter, the thought flickers into his head and vanishes before he can pin it down. Gladio's hands are giant as they cover his own, his fingers nudging Prompto's into a proper grip. He speaks instructing him on how to hold his new sword and what to do but it's like listening to white noise, none of the words make any more sense than crackling static buzzing in his ears, it's like listening to a math lesson spoken out loud without any notes to help translate it. Gladio releases his hands apparently content with his corrections for the moment and steps away from him his giant sword dissolving into a training blade that is just as big as the last one but seems to be made of the same wood as the training blade he’d pressed into his hands.

Prompto holds up the blade in a pale imitation of Noctis' stance, his legs feel too far apart and they want to shift closer together, they know in the same way his hands seem to know whenever he picks up the arcade guns. They know how to bend, where to shift, that this stance is wrong in almost every way but he stays stubbornly still. Shadows unfurl inside him, ice cold with fingers stretching toward his heart like the bare branches of dead trees in winter. He swallows down the protest that wants to rise up in his throat and lets the ‘I cant’s’ and ‘please don’ts’ linger in his ribcage. He’s not ready for more than this right now and his hands ache for the more comforting weight of his camera or the plastic guns from the arcade something familiar and safe.

Gladio raises his sword cutting through the air and blurring his vision until it's not Gladio who rushes toward him with an impassive look on his face. It's not Gladio that swings at him that first time, his eyes are filled with the dull shine of metal and burning red. He doesn't even register when the flat of Gladio's blade catches him in the center of his chest, forcing the air from his lungs in an involuntary gasp, until after he hits the floor knees first. His sword lands too far in front of him to reach before Gladio lands the killing blow, his sword swinging to tap gently at his temple resting there as the older man looks down at him.

"You're distracted, get your head out of your ass and into the fight or you're going to keep getting your ass handed to you." Gladio’s voice is strangely gentle as he reaches down and grabs his sword from where it rests on the ground before tossing it to him one handed with ease.

He swallows against the tension in his throat and reaches out to catch the blade. His fingers tremble and the grip slips through his sweat slick hands hitting the floor with a sharp thud. "Sorry!"

"You can calm down this is just a spar, we're just going to work on avoidance for now, all you have to do is make sure you don't get hit. Now dry off your hands and we'll try this again." Gladio’s voice settles over him like a blanket chasing the chill from his bones.

“Okay, just take it easy on me big guy.” He manages a nervous smile hoping to give off an air of harmlessness.

“Yeah that’s not gonna happen.” Gladio says before charging at him like a behemoth after the scent of fresh blood.

He flings up his sword just in time to have Gladio’s blade crash against it and relief floods him as Gladio grins down at him instead of the blurry metal thing that had taken his place earlier. Gladio’s feral grin renders his eyes a burning gold that send a shiver of terror straight down his side. “Now that’s more like it, but can you keep it up, or was that just beginner’s luck.”

He manages something that feels like a smile his arms shaking under the pressure of both Gladio and his giant blade bearing down on him. His heart stops as his grip slips and Gladio’s sword passes straight through him fire burning through flesh and bone in an inferno that should be painful but isn’t. His mind is a blank screen as he hits the floor the jolt booting it into life as it starts to scream the words ‘oh god’s’, ‘I’m dying’, ‘I’m dead’, over and over until the lack of pain and the sight of Gladio looking like he’s trying to hold back laughter registers. He glares at the other man as the painless fire dies down as quickly as it hit into a warmth that’s almost pleasant. “It’s beginner’s luck .”

"I think Gladio is seriously trying to kill me. My legs don't even feel like legs anymore and the bones in my arms are vibrating! I really don't think swords are for me." Prompto knelt on the floor hands on his kneecaps as he struggled to take in rattling breaths of air holding himself up by pure force of will.

"No, I don't think they are, you spent half the time running like you were being chased around by a mad behemoth." Noctis pushed himself up on his elbows just to smirk at him before he collapsed back down to lie prone his arms folded behind his head to form a pillow.

"You mean I wasn't?" He gasps heaving like a fish thrown onto a dock unable to breathe.

"Save your breath, I won't be taking it easy on you anymore next time." Gladio walked past them his breaths calm and even, practically purring as he smirked.

Prompto narrowed his eyes in jealousy taking in the way his chest barely moved and the thin sheen of sweat that left him looking sexy instead of hanging at deaths door like he did, before the words Gladio said processed in his mind and became something more than an unintelligible jumble of sounds. "Next time! Noct please you have to put me out of my misery! I want my inevitable death to be quick and painless."

Prompto fell dramatically to his knees and collapsed onto his back. He thumped his chest with his fist, carefully to avoid any developing bruises and threw his arms out over his head so he was splayed out like a starfish. "Make it quick for me Noctis right through the heart!"

Noctis sighed as he picked himself up just so Prompto could see him rolling his eyes. "No can do Prompto, you're just going to have to suffer with the rest of us."

"Traitor!" He hisses halfheartedly, unable to keep up with his chest feeling like everything inside it has been spilled across the floor.

"You'll live."

The familiarity of Noctis’ apartment settles over him like a well-loved jacket, safe and comfortable. He collapses back on the couch his entire body aching like he'd thrown himself down a rocky hill. The long hot shower he'd taken was enough to soothe away most of the ache in his muscles, but some of it is persistent lingering under his skin with a promise that he'd be feeling it even worse in the morning. He rubbed at the soreness on his shoulders and tried to relax, maybe even get a nap in. Too much had happened and even though his body was thoroughly worn out and ready for a quick catnap his mind was still wide awake and mulling over everything that had happened.

The arch still stood on the table, a monument to the impossible suddenly becoming possible, and it gleams in the light from the windows sending streams of color out across the apartment from where the light hits the foil. He stares at it as droplets of water drip down from his hair into his shirt soaking through the fabric. He picks at the worn edges of his wristband a loose thread unraveling between the pads of his fingers. Noctis likes him, like really likes him and under normal circumstances that would be more than enough to floor him. It’s more than he’s ever been able to bring himself to wish for.

The bathroom door swings open sending a wave of wet heat out to flood the room. His breath turned to lead in his lungs as Noctis closes in on him, shirtless and dripping wet, as soon as the door shuts behind him. He's caged in, trapped by a weight in his chest that might as well be a black hole for how it sucks him in as Noctis leans over him and straddles him. He leans in so closely that both of their senses are overwhelmed by the blue of each other’s eyes and their scents intermingling with clean skin and the scent of Noctis’ expensive soap. His body is still damp from the shower, water dripping from his hair landing with little splashes on his skin and sinking into his borrowed shirt.

Prompto's heart jumps and runs inside his chest, a startled chocobo pursued by a predator as Noctis bares gleaming teeth in a smile that sends heat and ice to war in the depths of his belly. Part of him wants to push Noctis off of him, not to get away, but because he knows that if he were to run now he wouldn’t get away, Noctis would chase after him and the throb of want that goes through him is almost painful. He can’t move though; his arms are like ice frozen under the gentle press of Noctis’ hands as the alpha leans in moving agonizingly slow seeming trapped in time. He’s frozen until Noctis reaches nestles his head up against the side of Prompto's neck presses his nose up against the tender skin beneath his jaw and breaths in deep, his entire body shuddering.

Prompto's lips part in a soundless oh as the lightbulb in his brain turns on, the sudden realization of what Noctis is doing sends and embarrassed flush down his cheeks. He tilts his head to the side giving Noctis room to press up closer against him. The warm snuffling breaths and wet brush of fine hair against the sensitive skin of his throat sending sparks crackling down his spine like spider web cracks in glass. The birds returned to his chest as Noctis ran his hands down his arms spreading his fingers across his skin. The familiarity of the motions does little to calm the flush painting itself across his cheeks and creeping down his neck.

His mind blanked every sound, every sensation, every thought that isn't Noctis crumbles to ash at the wet heat that bloomed over his skin and the sharp sting in his neck as Noctis bit at his collar. His stomach tightened as his mouth parted in a soundless gasp as softness and heat soothed over the pain only to follow it up with another sting. His blood turned to fizz, light and bubbly, as the familiar motions of scenting were abandoned, Noctis' hands sliding under his shirt exploring his stomach with rough unrelenting pressure as he bit his way across his neck with alpha sharp teeth sending jolts of pain and pleasure sparking behind his closed eyes. Prompto's mouth went on without him, parting in broken cries of Noctis' name, little gasps, and drawn out moans that stole what little breath he could remember to breathe in.

Noctis' hands slipped out from under his shirt and over the planes of his shoulders gripping them like he could fall apart the second he let go. He pulled away from Prompto's neck lips shining swollen and slick, eyes blown wide and wanting sending lava crawling through Prompto's veins in unbearable heat. He was burning alive, not that he could say he really minded that, not when he couldn’t think past the growing haze in his mind. They surged together magnetically charged, arms and legs scrambling for purchase as chapped bitten lips met lips that were softer, less abused.

Kissing him was like that time he'd accidentally run into an electric fence on a school trip. He could feel that jolt that went through him, the almost painful but mostly thrilling thumping of his heart as tingling spread through his body from his lips down through to his chest and lower. Heat pooled in his stomach filling it like a cup and spilling over into his veins. Noctis tasted like magic, like he'd found a way to kiss light and life itself, and he wanted to drown in the sensation.

There's an innocent sort of viciousness to their kisses, a careless hunger that cries more, more, more as they press closer together. Their teeth find each other’s lips biting and pulling, coaxing moans and gasps out of each other the sounds and cries muffled by the press of their mouths swallowed up by each other. Their fingers tangle up in each other’s hair tugging mewling, desperately trying to get closer.

Noctis' hands release his shoulders and slide down his arms to stop at his wrists. His thumb slips beneath the wristband to press both thumbs into the skin of his wrists. Prompto gasps into his mouth and flinches away, the feeling of someone else touching his wrist sending a wave of wrongness crashing over him, the Iron Giants reforming in an instant like night had fallen again. His fingers tug at his wristband turning and pulling at it until it sits smoothly in the grooves it's made for itself on his wrist. He feels cold like the lava has frozen over and now there's stone in his veins jagged and cracked.

Noctis pulls away his flushed face quickly turning white as freshly fallen snow before the flush returns with a sudden vengeance. "My hand slipped!"

"Dude really?"

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