Prompt Post Round Six
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Gen, Chocobros leave Prompto behind and it ends up Fucking them
Date: 2018-01-21 02:42 pm (UTC)So there's a few fics on Ao3 about this setup and they're spectacular, but end before we can really see just how badly this would fuck with the group. Like, you've got three primarily close range fighters and without Prom there to cover some gaps and blindspots, fights with things that fly and magitek snipers would suck. Or his tech-wiz skills would probably be severely missed in certain situations. Not to mention how many times Prom comes in clutch for Noct throughout the course of the game.
So give me Gladio realizing that covering Noct's back is significantly harder when he can't reach what he's supposed to be protecting him from. Give me Ignis realizing that he doesn't quite have the skills to make up for Prompto's absence. Give me Noctis coming to the conclusion that he should have both trusted Prom to be sturdy enough to take a hit, and put his foot down to the other two because he knows that Prompto can do this. And give me someone pointing out that leaving a guy with anxiety, abandonment issues and low self-esteem without talking to him beforehand is unfathomably cruel, especially since he lost his home too and now he has nothing.
And give me Prompto, traveling miserably with Pryna as his only company until the guys seek him out through hearsay because they need someone else on their side in order to get to the royal arms and the bases. And Prompto agrees to do it for Noct, but makes it clear that he doesn't trust any of the bros anymore.
I just want my boy to be appreciated T.T. Fillers choice if it ends hopefully or kind of bitter, I just ask for a resolution.
Re: Fill, 1/2 - Noctis/Any, "the whore king of Lucis"
Date: 2018-01-21 03:21 pm (UTC)Re: Gen, Chocobros leave Prompto behind and it ends up Fucking them
Date: 2018-01-21 03:41 pm (UTC)FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 20/23
Date: 2018-01-21 04:48 pm (UTC)His vision returned in spots. Ignis removed his own hand from his cock, gritting his teeth as he panted, staring at the streak of whitish fluid fallen across Prompto's chest.
Ardyn daubed at it with two fingers, smearing Ignis's come into the boy's trembling skin. He lifted his hand to taste it.
Revolted by his body's renewed interest at the sight, Ignis slowly, shakily unclenched his fists. He did so while observing the Chancellor as the man dug one hand around in a chest at the foot of the platform which still held Prompto bound. Ardyn exclaimed as he uncovered the object of his search, and tossed something at him across Prompto's limp body.
Ignis caught it automatically, fingers wrapping around the supple material. A leash. Leather. Identical to the second in Ardyn's hand, which the man now fastened to Prompto's throat.
Ardyn threw something else to him, which Ignis only just managed to arrest when bounced off against his chest. A pair of padded handcuffs.
"Put that on," the man ordered him.
His grip twitched. Laboriously, with the lethargy of a man walking forward underwater, Ignis raised the lead to his own bare neck. He clipped the one end around its own length. At a gesture from their captor, Ignis pulled the loop tight.
As with the ties, the collar, he found it difficult to think of anything else. It pinched into his windpipe. Ignis wheezed in shallow, hazy draws of breath.
The cuffs were easier to manage. Ignis snapped them into place, his right wrist and then the left.
He quite nearly missed Ardyn once more releasing Prompto from the bed, similarly shackled, urging the unsteady man to his feet with a pococurante wave of the handgun.
Ardyn gathered their leads in one hand, gesturing for a stumbling Prompto to lead the way.
Ignis felt the pull of his syrupy thighs and tackle rubbing against one another as he walked, skin on skin. They both were coated in sweat and slick at the groin; the smear of semen across Prompto's front had started to flake at the edges.
They passed two guests and several waiting slaves on the way out the door, who hardly spared them a second glance. One was the man who had offered him a bottle of water. The other had been among those who volunteered to strike Prompto, that second night. Had it really happened just yesterday?
In front of him, the bruises against Prompto's bare back and rear provided stark evidence of the fact. Ignis cast his gaze down towards Prompto's feet. Another guest passed by them on the way to the arena.
Ardyn passed their leashes to a waiting bodyguard and tipped his hat. "There you go, now," he said to their pale, downturned faces. "I'll be up in just a moment."
As they approached the door of Besithia's box once more, the noise of the arena's recorded ovation blared from the hallway speakers once again. Ignis tried to gather his thoughts, to formulate a strategy, over the back-and-forth racing of his own frantic heartbeat.
The guard strode ahead into the room, dragging them after without so much as a word. Ignis choked against the tightening of the lead, following with haste.
Besithia stood at the window, watching two guests taking turns at either end of a third, smaller figure. The barstool Ignis displaced in his escape had been righted in his absence. The graphic image played on his muted television screens.
His slave knelt against the grille set into the far wall, untethered. The guard made short work of tying both Ignis and Prompto off, and exited with a bow. Besithia still did not move.
Ignis waited, refusing to kneel. He tested the cuffs experimentally. Their short chain clicked together, and he winced. Prompto panted against the metal lattice where he leant.
At the sound, Besithia finally turned. He walked across the room to stand before them, and reached out to seize Prompto by the chin with forefinger and thumb. Prompto, eyes lidded and unfocused, only let out a small, uncomfortable sound. Ignis's stomach clenched.
"Lovely," the wicked man breathed against Prompto's unresponsive expression. "You've taken so naturally to pain and pleasure both, my son."
Ignis, disgust seizing him entirely, moved at once without thinking to place himself between Besithia and his friend.
Besithia backhanded him, and Ignis fell back against the wall. He continued to address Prompto, who tried weakly to pull his face from the other man's grip.
"You, I shall keep," the Research Chief said. "For sentimentality's sake. Maybe my researchers will be able to divulge the secret of your scourgeless survival."
Each word echoed against Ignis's cranium, but he found it impossible to follow the underlying thought. His breath caught as Besithia released Prompto to grab for Ignis's leash, kicking his feet out from under him.
The material went taut against his skin, pulled up at a point just by his ear. He let out an aborted croak. Ignis jerked like a puppet on the end of its string, trying to gather his legs to support him, shackles clattering, the cold metal of the grille digging against his writhing back.
He reached for his own throat with both bound hands, clutching at the thing.
"On the other hand, I have no use for damaged goods," the man said. "You will have another turn onstage before the night is through. Hopefully, your last, for daring to deceive me."
Ignis gasped, the rattling, sucking sound of his breath stark against the silence of the room. Besithia only laughed at his struggles, pulling the thing tighter. Ignis's vision began to darken at the edges, the lights of the room and Prompto's flushed body beside him swimming.
He could take in no more air. The strength drained from his body, fingers falling from his throat to dangle uselessly at his sides.
Just as his eyes began to shut, Ignis felt the pressure around his throat release.
His shoulder jolted with an impact that traveled through his own body. He drew in air frantically through his crushed windpipe. Ignis blinked back tears to the sight of a pair of bare feet scrabbling for purchase. He looked up.
Prompto had his leash wrapped around Besithia's throat, chained hands shaking with the force of his grip. Ignis had fallen at their feet.
The man thrashed, cursing and attempting to dislodge Prompto's smaller frame. Despite his weakened stage, Prompto used the leverage from where the tether had been tied against the wall to aid him.
Ignis tried to gather himself, to stand, but found he could not move a muscle. He watched helplessly as his friend jerked at the leash, driving his elbow into Besithia's throat. The research chief's gargling coughs filled the box.
His relief proved short-lived when finally, Besithia managed to lunge forward, dashing the smaller man against the wall. Prompto's limited strength gave out and his head slammed into the unyielding surface with a vicious crack.
The young man's grip loosened around the leash, and Besithia wrenched himself free, only to swing at Prompto with his fist. There was a red line across the man's throat.
Chapped knuckles connected with the side of Prompto's face. The man struck him again and again, Prompto sliding against the wall, shoulders shaking.
He tried to raise his hands to protect himself, and Besithia slapped them away, choking him against the wall with a steel grip. Ignis willed his limbs to respond.
As Ignis shifted, drawing himself up, the other man took notice. Besithia let go of a convulsing Prompto, rounding on Ignis in his fury. He still could not seem to command his body.
His arms and legs disobeyed his every instinct. The room swam in his vision. As Besithia's fist drew back once again, Ignis cringed against the floor.
"No!"
BANG!
The deafening crack of a gunshot shook the room.
Besithia fell backwards against the couch, clutching at his eye.
Ignis lifted his head to see Prompto, gun clattering in his grip.
The shocked expression on his friend's face faded as oblivion finally claimed him.
Ardyn's injury
Date: 2018-01-21 05:03 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn's injury
Date: 2018-01-21 05:26 pm (UTC)Noctis + Gentiana, motherly hugs
Date: 2018-01-21 05:31 pm (UTC)+++ if Noct had thought of Gentiana as a mother figure since he was a child and she plays the part to help soothe him, knowing the hard road she and the other gods have put him on
+++++++ if she's good at playing the mother role because she's this for Luna too after Sylva died
Re: Any, A different Prince!Prompto (FFVI cross)
Date: 2018-01-21 05:44 pm (UTC)Re: Promptis, tenta-dick sex pollen status effect
Date: 2018-01-21 05:46 pm (UTC)FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 21/23
Date: 2018-01-21 05:58 pm (UTC)"Do I have a story for you, old friend!"
Wakefulness snapped to him, and Ignis opened his eyes to the sound of the door opening.
Prompto knelt beside him. As the warm weight on his arm withdrew, Ignis dimly registered that his friend had been attempting to shake him awake. He inched himself upright, looking to the open door.
Ardyn Izunia strode into the room with a grin of pure mirth. He paused, sparing a glance for the fallen research chief.
Prompto shouted, grabbing for his weapon again, but Ardyn was on him in an instant, slamming the boy back against the wall. Prompto dropped his gun. Ignis stared at it.
The sound of his friend's aborted yelp of pain shocked him from his stupor. Ignis tore at the leash around his neck with his hands, scrabbling to get the thing undone. Just as he began to raise it over his head, Ardyn released Prompto from his grip and turned to Ignis.
He boxed Ignis in against the wall. An inoffensive, outdoorsy scent lingered on his clothes, something sweeter underneath. As Ardyn leaned in, the man's massive frame engulfing Ignis's bare, beaten body, Ignis retched as the stench of decay revealed itself. His forehead pressed against the man's front.
Chastising, Ardyn ran a hand down Ignis's front, pausing to thumb the join where hip met thigh. He put his other arm around Ignis's back, drawing him closer. Ignis's skin crawled as Ardyn continued his exploration. Rough fingers teased between his legs.
Once again, Ignis's faculties failed him.
"Stop!"
Ardyn drew back just barely.
"Why on Eos would I do that?" he said to Prompto.
"Not Ignis," Prompto said. "Please. I've been good."
"Ah, I see. This is your idea of good behavior." Ardyn gestured to Besithia's prone form draped across the couch. Ignis realized suddenly that Prompto may have slain the man.
This wasn't right. It had been his responsibility to protect his friend, not the other way around. Hadn't it?
"I'll do whatever you want," Prompto said. "With you. With him. Just promise me you'll let him go."
"Prompto, no," Ignis said. Ardyn placed a finger against his lips. He drew it away when Ignis tried to bite, then plunged it into his mouth.
"If that's the case," Ardyn said, "dearest Prompto, you may show us how much you mean it."
He pressed two fingers against Ignis's tongue, driving his jaw open. Ignis struggled to close his jaw, but Ardyn's inhuman strength endured. He choked on the flavor of rotten flesh.
Prompto hesitated, but began to move toward them. Ardyn shook his head.
"On your knees," he said, eyes alight with mirth.
Prompto crawled forward gingerly, with a pained expression as his tortured body moved. The collar stood out against his neck. When he reached them, Ardyn gestured for the young man to sit up.
"Ask nicely," he said. Ignis choked around the digits gagging him.
"Please," Prompto said, looking nauseous.
"Yes?" Ardyn said. "What would you like?"
"Don't hurt him," Prompto said, immediately. Ardyn tightened his hold on Ignis.
"None of that, now. What is it you really want?" the man said.
"I want you to let him go," Prompto replied, confusion written across his flushed, pale face. Ignis could see tear tracks beside his reddened eyes.
Ardyn tapped his chin, a pantomime of considerate thought. "Is that all?"
"Yes," Prompto said. Ignis's throat ached.
The hand in his mouth moved to his throat, caressing the skin where the leash had left dark bruising scores.
"I'm not sure I believe you," Ardyn said.
"Please," he said again. "I want - I want you to fuck me. I want him to fuck me?"
"Is that a question?"
Prompto blanched. "I don't know what you want. Just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it."
"This is about what you want," Ardyn said, splaying his hand across Ignis's throat. Ignis tested the cuffs around his wrists again. "I'm asking after your original purpose. How did the two of you come to this place?"
"No," Ignis said again. "Prompto, don't do this."
Ardyn's fingers wrapped around his neck. Ignis gasped for air.
"W-we were here on a mission," Prompto said quickly, casting the cat from the bag with his words. "It wasn't - we were supposed to be undercover," he said.
"Don't - tell him - anything," Ignis wheezed. He flexed his hands. Ardyn choked him harder.
"The drive!" Prompto said frantically, lifting his chained hands, palms out. "The old guy's backup files – we were supposed to steal them, I promise," he said, tension in every exposed muscle and joint, "We were here to take it, I swear, that's all! We didn't even succeed." His voice broke sharp on the last word.
Nodding thoughtfully, Ardyn loosened his grip.
In that moment, Ignis thrust into him with the wall for leverage and drove his fists into the man's chest. Clasped between them was the dagger he had summoned while Prompto commanded Ardyn's attentions.
Ignis shoved forward, impaling him further. The man looked down at the blade sticking out of his heart.
Mouth frozen in an "o" of shocked delight, he toppled away from Ignis.
Re: Ardyn's injury
Date: 2018-01-21 06:14 pm (UTC)Fill 1/? Re: Gen, Chocobros leave Prompto behind and it ends up Fucking them
Date: 2018-01-21 06:15 pm (UTC)So when news started to spread that there was a red hawk in Niflheim, those who’d lived on the border long enough to emerge, hardened and hollow-eyed, into the last days of their glorious empire, sat up and took notice.
“They say he only turns human when he’s about to strike,” said Thalia, the youngest clerk in the base on the edge of Tenebrae. She wore a thick white coat buttoned high on her neck, and she leaned over her tea without drinking it, just breathing in the steam. “He took out two outposts last week, and Ace, he said that he saw him take off, red against the sky, that white wolf following his shadow.”
“You read too much,” said Kali, her cousin, topping off Thalia’s tea. “So does Ace. He’s a terrorist, not a myth. Like the prince and his cronies.”
“Sure, I guess,” Thalia said. “But you weren’t there. Ace was, and he saw it happen.”
Kali groaned, but she knew better than to argue. Thalia stayed a few minutes longer, just enough for the cold to start draining from her bones, and rose at last to return to her post. The sun was setting faster and faster, these days, and she’d have to hurry to make it to the base before the daemon sirens went off, warning citizens to return to their homes. She trudged through her cousin’s frozen garden and went stomping into the field between the little cottage and the squat, ugly base that loomed over the hill.
She was halfway up the slope when the sirens blared. She twisted round: Kali’s house was too far to reach in time, and besides, the base had security around the gates. If she got within eyesight, she could flag down a patrol and maybe keep her job. She turned back to the base, and stepped right into a black, bubbling pool of iridescent liquid.
“Oh, gods,” she whispered. She stumbled back, and a creature rose out of the pool, small and wicked and angular, bearing a blade curved like a sickle. Another scrambled up after it, then another, and they turned beady, glowing eyes her way, their mouths open in a gibbering, squawking babble—
A crack made Thalia stumble, and light flashed overhead, temporarily stunning the imps that cowered there. They wailed and shrieked, which would have been a perfect time for her to run, except she couldn’t, she could only stand and blink and wish she hadn’t stopped for tea at all, wish she could use a weapon, could run, could do anything.
“O-kay,” said a voice behind her. She saw a flicker of red, and then a white shape surged from the snow by her left, leaping for the imps. A dog—not big enough to be a wolf, not nearly—had one of the imps by the throat, shaking it like a rag doll, as a figure in a battered red jacket stepped in front of her and raised a gun.
Four more shots, and the imps were gone, sizzling holes into the snow as they dissolved, black powder rising from their bones. The dog rolled in the snow, wiping streaks of grey from their muzzle, and the figure in red turned to her.
In the growing dark, hidden by the hood of his jacket, the man’s face was cast in shadow. She could just catch the glimpse of light hair, skin flushed pink with cold, and eyes that looked through her, distant and vague. The man laid a hand on her shoulder.
“You gotta go,” he said. His voice was surprisingly light. “Where do you live?”
“I… work up at the base,” she said. The man’s lips twitched.
“Not today, ma’am.” He gestured to Kali’s house. “You should go back. If you run, they won’t get you. They, uh. They follow heat, I think. From what I’ve seen.”
“What’s going to happen at the base?” she asked. “You aren’t… you weren’t the one who got the outposts?”
A silence. The man let go, and reached into a pocket for more ammo.
“You aren’t going to—“
“They’re gonna come back,” the man said, and turned away. The dog bounded up beside him, and Thalia’s resolve finally broke. She ran, kicking up clods of snow as she skidded and slid down the slope to her cousin’s house. Faint shots rang out behind her, answered by the stutter of machine gun fire, but she didn’t stop, didn’t look back, not even when warning sirens pierced the night sky and the lights of every house in the village turned on at once.
That night, the hawk of Niflheim and his wolf set fire to the control room that monitored all the bases in a three-hundred mile radius. He left behind scraps of dead magitech soldiers, a smoldering ruin that was once the pride of the region, and tracks that disappeared in the haze of a midnight snowstorm.
And Thalia, lying in her cousin’s spare room with a chill that never quite went away, hoped to all the gods that ever were that the man truly was a myth. Because Thalia had only ever seen eyes like that in the faces of her grandparents and aunties, in those who’d seen their empire collapse around them, bringing with it the loss of all they once knew. And the thought of a young man with that face, a man who wasn’t a god or a daemon or a folktale but a living, breathing person with guns and military training, made Thalia shudder and pray that whoever he was, he never made his way to Gralea.
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This first part starts in the future, but it'll double back to the beginning after this.
Re: Noctis + Gentiana, motherly hugs
Date: 2018-01-21 06:20 pm (UTC)+1000
Re: Fill 1/? Re: Gen, Chocobros leave Prompto behind and it ends up Fucking them
Date: 2018-01-21 06:54 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 1/? Re: Gen, Chocobros leave Prompto behind and it ends up Fucking them
Date: 2018-01-21 07:00 pm (UTC)Any or Gen - The Bros Run Ignis Completely Ragged
Date: 2018-01-21 07:07 pm (UTC)Basically what I'm looking for is after the bros get the awesome daemon-repelling headlights Ignis gets no rest. They just go from mission to mission non-stop and think nothing of stuff like driving all night to get from say, Galdin to Lestallum.
They always intend to stop somewhere, but there's always just one more quest to do, or one more hunt, and the next thing you know whoops it's been 4 days since we stopped to sleep.
Everyone else is doing ok because they nap in the car, especially on those long overnight drives. And everyone kinda just assumes Ignis is taking his turn napping in the car, too, they just figure it happened when they too were asleep. Because surely Ignis would have asked someone else to drive once he was too tired, right?
Eventually it all catches up with Iggy. Maybe he colllapses, or nearly crashes, or just looks really shitty. Cue lots of guilty bros trying to make it up to him.
Can be gen or shippy, it's all good.
+++If you want to make Ignis even more selfless, I headcanon that when they stop at those gross motels Iggy sleeps on the floor because no way is that bed big enough for him and Gladio to share. So even when they do stop he's uncomfortable and wakes up with a sore back. :(
FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 22/23
Date: 2018-01-21 07:42 pm (UTC)"We gotta get out of here," Prompto said. Ignis watched him helplessly. The leash rested on his palms.
Prompto made for Ignis's discarded jacket on the floor, rummaging through the pockets. "Aha!" he said as his hands emerged with the cell phone Ignis had received for their mission. Then he paused.
"D'you wanna come with us?" he said, and Ignis realized Besithia's slave still knelt at the end of the couch, staring into space, palms on the tops of his knees. The boy had borne silent witness to the entire spectacle.
The boy gave no indication that he'd heard, but Prompto got gingerly to his feet, stepping over Ardyn's outstretched arm. He made a face at the sight, but put one foot flat against the man's torso, tugging Ignis's weapon free with both hands. He wiped it off on Ardyn's breast. Ignis stared down toward the body at his feet.
"Hold still," Prompto said as he approached the boy, brandishing the weapon. No doubt terrified, the boy still betrayed no outward emotion. Ignis barely spotted the clench of slender fingers against a bare thigh as Prompto slid the blade carefully between collar and throat.
The collar fell to the boy's side. Prompto tugged him to his feet, and offered him a pat on the back. "C'mon," he said.
Ignis just stared. How would they possibly escape as they were now, let alone with an additional party in tow? Hadn't this boy been complicit in their abuse? Was Prompto mad?
His friend had caught his look. "I know, but we can't just leave him here," Prompto said. His expression brokered no argument. "You saw what they're like. No one deserves that."
You saw. As though they'd been mere observers.
Swallowing, Ignis reluctantly nodded his agreement. He pulled the telephone from Prompto's outstretched hand. Before he could dial, the body of the man before him moved, startling the device from Ignis's hands. It landed against the pile of leash on the floor.
Ignis found himself on his back before he had time to register the sight of an upright Ardyn throwing him to the ground. He tried to lift himself again, on shaking arms, but Ardyn rested a foot on his chest, pinning him in place.
Spitting with fury, Prompto lunged forward with Ignis's dagger, but Ardyn sidestepped his approach without allowing Ignis the opportunity to stand. He grabbed Prompto's wrist. The dagger fell.
"You are on your best behavior today," Ardyn growled wickedly. Ignis clutched at his leg, trying to shake his balance. "Murdering your father, freeing his slaves – what a model citizen you've become."
"I'm not afraid of you," Prompto said. Ignis could hear the lie.
"No?" Ardyn said. He pressed his foot down. Ignis couldn't restrain his wheeze of pain.
"No!" Prompto said, glancing back and forth between them. His voice wavered. "Get off of him!"
"I seem to recall another offer," Ardyn said mildly. Ignis screamed at the crack of pressure in his chest, dizzy once more with pain.
Prompto was staring frantically at Ignis's face. Ignis tried to mouth to him, Go, run, anything.
The sight of his friend's wide eyes and trembling lip as he looked to Ardyn, to Ignis, then Ardyn once more, filled Ignis's vision.
"I'll do it," he rasped.
Re: FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 22/23
Date: 2018-01-21 08:20 pm (UTC)I had a bad feeling Prompto and Ignis wouldn't be able to escape before Ardyn comes bak to life, and I was right. He's hell-bent on tormenting those two, isn't he? How this is going to end? How much Ardyn's action will damage Ignis and Prompto? After this part I'm not even sure they are going to be alive at the end of this story.
You're doing a great job. I can't wait for the last part.
Re: FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 22/23
Date: 2018-01-21 08:22 pm (UTC)I think we have ourselves a Bad Ending(tm)... 😬
FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 23/23
Date: 2018-01-21 08:53 pm (UTC)"Well?" the man above him said. "What will you do to see your friend home safe and sound?"
Ignis spoke. "Any–"
Ardyn interrupted him. "Must we go through this again? Sit up, and do it properly."
Rage boiling through his veins, Ignis painfully pulled himself to his knees before the other man. He didn't look up.
"Hmm. I don't know," Ardyn said, approaching his bowed head. "How can I be certain you're not going to pull another fast one, the moment my back is turned? What will you do to demonstrate your sincerity?"
"Anything," he said.
Ardyn's eyes lit with a wicked fire. "Anything, you say?"
Ignis shut his eyes. "Yes."
"Anything I want?"
"Yes."
"Yes..."
Ignis bowed his head, eyes stinging. "Yes...master," he spit, staring at the ground.
"A kiss, then."
Ignis, startled, forgot himself and looked up. Ardyn crossed the last of the space between them, reaching forward to cup Ignis's face in one hand. He pressed his lips chastely to Ignis's mouth.
Then he placed a thumb against Ignis's closed lips. Ignis allowed the man to part his mouth open, eyes squeezing back shut. This was the least he could do, for the magnitude of his mistakes. For Prompto's sake.
To his surprise, something small, hard and metal pressed between his teeth.
"There you go," Ardyn said, tapping his jaw to shut it, trapping the foreign object in his mouth. Ignis complied automatically.
"I love when they ask so nicely." Ardyn gathered his awful hat from where it had fallen, striding past an equally dumbfounded Prompto. He tipped a curtsy to Prompto as he placed it back on his head and opened the door.
"You'll find everything you need in there," he said in Ignis's direction. "Not that it will do you much good. Still, you've tried your best."
Ignis spit the object out. In his hand rested a slender steel memory stick. He ran his thumb over the numbers 128 engraved at one end.
"One more thing," Ardyn exclaimed, halfway out the door. He tossed something to the ground. It landed by Besithia's foot in a clatter. Ignis recognized it for a ring of miniature keys.
"Left out the door, and right the rest of the way. Do forward my regards to your king," he said, "and – best wishes as to the continuation of your petty affairs between men and nations."
He snapped his fingers, and the boy beside Prompto stood. Ignoring Prompto's exclamation of protest, the boy followed Ardyn out the door.
They remained where they were in stunned silence for a moment, Ignis's ragged breath slowly returning to normal. His hands shook as he shuffled to the base of Besithia's body. He dropped the keys once, twice, before Prompto came to kneel gently before him, taking each wrist in hand as he unfastened it. Ignis pressed a hand to the dark ring of bruising at Prompto's throat.
Prompto rested their foreheads together. "Hey," he said, a weak smile on his face. "You okay?"
Ignis didn't speak, didn't know whether the other actually expected an answer. The moment hung in the air between them. Then, they snapped apart. Prompto gathered Ignis's clothing from where it had been discarded. Ignis took it, looking at Prompto's bare body before him.
Prompto had spent most of the weekend unclothed. He deserved some dignity when they reunited with the others. Ignis pushed his own shirt and trousers back towards the other man. Then, teeth bared, he pulled Besithia's outer robe from the man's lifeless body, wrapping himself in it.
Their directions proven accurate, the two made good time in escaping through the service hallways of the building, emerging beside a loading dock and dumpster under the streetlights of Accordo.
"Arena Galviano?" Gladio said incredulously when he picked up, voice thick with sleep. When they arrived in a rental, Noct blinking sleepily in the driver's seat, Gladio took one look at the two of them and rummaged for their stock of curatives.
On the drive back to their temporary lodgings outside the city, conversation remained terse. Gladio and Noctis entreated them to a summary of the weekend's adventures, including a fishing trip gone awry.
There was an expectant silence in the atmosphere, but neither Prompto nor Ignis saw fit to volunteer the details of their excursion, beyond its success.
Later that night, Ignis laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the caravan. They'd pushed the beds together for the night. To his right, Gladio snored, Noct curled in a ball against the Shield's other side. Prompto slept pressed into Noct on the end.
It had only been a few days, but suddenly the time before their journey to the resort seemed impossibly distant.
Odd, how it felt, sleeping apart once more.
FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 24/23 (EPILOGUE)
Date: 2018-01-21 08:54 pm (UTC)He resolved to process the weekend more guardedly, behave as though nothing had changed. No need to worry the others. He certainly wasn't ready to talk about it, even if he knew where to begin. He'd prepare a lunch with everyone's favorites, and hopefully take his mind off of things for a time.
Prompto intercepted him on the way to market, under the pretense of offering a hand. Ignis tentatively accepted. He didn't miss the look Noct and Gladio gave one another behind Prompto's back.
Though the air between them teemed with it, the pair made it about a block before Prompto said something.
"Look," he began. "I dunno how to say this, so I'm just gonna go for it."
"Prompto, there's no need to –" Ignis began, but Prompto threw a hand up.
"No. Wait. Let me get this out," he said. "You can have whatever reaction you want when I'm finished."
Ignis bit his tongue, waiting.
"So, I like you," Prompto said, which was the last thing Ignis expected to hear. He almost spoke again, but Prompto was already elaborating. "This is a lot, I know. We just got out of a pretty messed-up deal. I knew you'd be there for me, and that you didn't wanna do some of the things you had to, but you did it anyway." Prompto said. "And before you say that's just what any of us would do for the others – bullshit, it's more than that."
Ignis, it seemed, had lost the use of his voice. His heart raced in his throat.
"I was kind of into it, at first," Prompto admitted, ducking his head. Ignis allowed for the faintest fluttering in his chest. "Like, in a fetish kind of way. That sounds stupid, but I didn't know, I know better now, and I don't want to mix up the stuff that's us from the stuff that's – " he paused at the look on Ignis's face. "Shit. Are you okay? Did I make this super uncomfortable?"
"Yes," Ignis said. "I am, presently, super uncomfortable."
Prompto rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. I don't really wanna talk about it either, yet. I was just thinking about the shit Ardyn said, about destroying trust and stuff, and man – that just pisses me off, you know? Like he can just show up and mess with us and assume we'll never get through it. I don't wanna live like that. So I had to try and say something."
Ignis took a leap of faith.
"I am uncomfortable," he said, "because I am attracted to you." Prompto's jaw dropped. "I am also uncomfortable because of my inability to discuss our recent experiences."
"Ignis," Prompto said. Ignis stopped to face him.
"But I, too, rankle at villainous manipulation. If nothing else, this weekend offered a glimpse of how easily you and I might never have met. How easily our lives could have gone much differently, with or without our control. And," Ignis ventured, mouth dry, "I've realized just how ardent my preference for this life really is. Including your part in it."
"Iggy," Prompto said, his voice a whisper. "Oh, oh wow. You're serious. That's your scared vocabulary. Iggy –"
"I've asked too much of you already," Ignis said, "But if you'll permit, I have one last request."
"Anything," Prompto said. "Well, not anything – at least not yet – but –"
Ignis stilled him with a hand on the shoulder. "Not yet," he agreed. "But maybe –"
"Yeah, maybe," Prompto agreed eagerly, bouncing on his feet. Ignis gathered his courage one more.
"Then, in the spirit of 'maybe'," he said, moving his hand to rest against Prompto's cheek. "would you permit me this kiss?" he said.
"Okay," Prompto said.
It wasn't terrible.
FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 25/23 (EPIEPILOGUE) (FINAL)
Date: 2018-01-21 08:57 pm (UTC)--
"Stop," he said before Prompto had been in front of him five minutes, on his knees between Ignis's own and nosing against his still-covered groin.
"Roger that," Prompto said. He pulled his face away from Ignis's clothed dick, offering the other man a pat on the leg. "My bad, buddy."
Ignis frowned. "Wait." Then he shook his head. "Never mind. Let's not. I apologize."
Prompto, still seated on the floor, rubbed his thigh in slow circles. "Shush."
"I do intend to overcome this," Ignis said, seriously, to his lover's merry pink face. His slacks were still unbuttoned. He could feel the blush upon his cheeks. "I am attracted to you. Intolerably so. Furthermore, I resent the implication put forth that joint trauma – though admittedly horrific – would be enough to drive us apart forever."
Prompto sat back on his heels. The man winked at Ignis. In a sarcastic tone, he deadpanned, "Recovery is possible!"
He was so cute, even whilst behaving like an idiot. Ignis buried his face in his hands. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
"Relax, Igs," Prompto said. "Goes both ways. I'm thrilled we got this far."
Ignis groaned through his fingers. Prompto snickered.
"Next time," he said, patting him on the back. "We'll try again. No rush."
--
"Touch me," Ignis whispered into Prompto's mouth, fumbling between their bodies with a hand. He felt the other man grin into his kiss, and a moment later the cold touch of his hand sliding below Ignis's waistband. He shifted onto his side on the bed to allow the man a better angle.
Prompto pulled both of them out, wrapping his hand about their stiff lengths as best he could. He started to rub their cocks together, agonizingly slow. Ignis moaned against his tongue.
"You good?" he said, pulling apart. Ignis just nodded, flushed with heat, and Prompto released his mouth. He curled into Ignis and tugged at the man's earlobe with his teeth.
Ignis reached between them, placing his hand against Prompto's and delivering a firm stroke. They both groaned in unison at the friction, dicks slick with precome.
Prompto directed his attentions from Ignis's ear to his collarbone, nipping and tugging the beginning of a lovebite out of him with a single-minded determination.
The quiet, slick sound from his hand working over their grinding erections punctuated the soft sounds of the man's mouth. Ignis pulled his hand from their pressed unison, placing it against Prompto's stomach.
At once he felt the man flinch. Ignis withdrew his hand, but the damage was done. Prompto had already begun to soften between them. His own cock valiantly throbbed, and he pulled away, breathing heavily.
Beside him in the bed, Prompto rubbed his hand dry against the pillow and grumbled in frustration. Ignis wrinkled his nose at the mess.
"Sorry," Prompto said sheepishly. Ignis rested the back of his hand against the other man's face.
"Next time," he said. Prompto rolled over to press a kiss against his forehead, and settled back against the covers. Ignis extracted himself from between the sheets and made for the bathroom to wash off his hands.
--
"Enjoying ourselves?"
Facedown, Prompto ground backwards against him, small whimpers of satisfaction escaping his nose. Ignis dug his fingers into the smaller man's bony wrists, held together behind his back by one of Ignis's broad hands. He felt the hot pressure of Prompto clenching around his length in time with his rough, rapid thrusts, the other rolling his hips backwards to fuck himself against Ignis. Prompto writhed on the bed.
Ignis could feel the decade's worth of scars beneath his other palm, one thick and curving over Prompto's shoulder, another at the base of his spine. The patch of an unlucky tonberry burn, seared into his upper arm. A long, thin slice near the base of his neck.
This was his. All his. And he was beautiful.
The man beneath him arched his back in Ignis's grip, driving himself down on his cock. Ignis kept his hand on the back of his neck. Prompto moaned openly.
Ignis ran his fingers into the other man's hair at the nape of his neck. He felt the satin texture of the blindfolding fabric wrapped around Prompto's head. "I asked you a question."
"Mm," Prompto whined. "Yes, I love it, you're so good, Ignis, fuck,"
"Good," Ignis said, tugging Prompto's head back. He knew the other man's expression without the need for sight. Mouth hanging open, hot all over with arousal, rocking forward each time Ignis struck that place deep inside him. Prompto struggled against the grip on his wrists, sending a thrill into Ignis that went straight to his cock.
He pulled out most of the way, eliciting a desperate sound of disappointment. It transformed into another sound entirely as Ignis pressed his cock slowly back inside to the hilt.
Ignis bent over him, jerking his hips in a tight, rapid rut. The heat and sound and smell of their sex hung all around them. He marveled at the trusting, eager tremble of the body beneath him, the whimper of Prompto's pleasure.
"You're all mine," he whispered in the arc of Prompto's ear.
"Yessir. I'm yours," the other man cried as Ignis spent inside him. "I'm all yours."
Later, they lay tangled into the covers, Prompto splayed against his front, head tucked under his chin.
In the early years of the long night, they would wake up more nights than not, and gratefully cling to the sanctuary of another body's warmth. Some nightmares recalled the past, while others anticipated their future. At one point, their aftercare had consisted of more conversation than cuddles, and the occasional embarassment of tears.
These days, Ignis found himself largely content to lie silent, enveloped in one another.
Prompto said something unintelligible against Ignis's chest.
Ignis rubbed the back of his neck in gentle strokes. "We should bathe," he sighed, making no effort to move.
"If only we had running water," Prompto lamented. "I'm - " he yawned - "not in the mood to go out right now."
"We should," Ignis repeated. Prompto grumbled and started to peel himself off, but sat back on the edge of the bed. Ignis slowly got up. He felt his partner shift.
"Kinda think we should give real rope a try, next time," Prompto ventured. "That was pretty hot."
Ignis smiled. Rubbing the back of Prompto's neck, he replied, "Next time."
ROLL CREDITS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VY7cUH4GJw
Re: FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 25/23 (EPIEPILOGUE) (FINAL)
Date: 2018-01-21 09:14 pm (UTC)You are amazing. A gift. A treasure.
I don't know what to say. It was qll so good. And that ending is perfection. So raw and organic and gorgeous.
Re: Fill 1/? Re: Gen, Chocobros leave Prompto behind and it ends up Fucking them
Date: 2018-01-21 09:58 pm (UTC)(Fill 5/?) Re: Noct kidnapped & prostituted out. Ignis or Gladio buys him for the night.
Date: 2018-01-21 10:01 pm (UTC)It was four in the morning by the time Gladio had to drag Ignis off the street, and they'd both depleted half their month's paychecks in the process. Ignis reeked of smoke, bangs drooping over his eyes, feet scuffing the car mat as Gladio, the man who'd failed his driver's test four times, slowly inched and jerked them home. He helped Ignis to his apartment, took one look at his haunted, sunken eyes, and let himself in.
"I can take care of myself," Ignis slurred, well beyond the threshold of exhaustion, back sliding down the wall. Gladio caught him around the middle. "He was a dancer, you know."
"Yeah, Iggy," Gladio said, guiding him towards the bedroom. "I was there. I heard."
"They had him dancing in a cage." Possibly, anyways. The one man they'd found who used to work at the Sunrise seemed to know all kinds of details about "that kid," and Ignis had to keep stepping on Gladio's foot to prevent him from flying into a rage in a public street.
It was a near thing, anyways.
"Has to be Noctis," Ignis said, when Gladio dropped him onto the bed. He lurched upright. "We mustn't stop now."
"You ain't helpin no one like this," Gladio said, and shoved Ignis back down. He fell into bed next to him, draping an arm over Ignis' chest to keep him from staggering off, and tried to ignore the way his own hands were shaking.
"We'll find him tomorrow, Iggy," he said. "No good to him right now."
Ignis let out a bitter laugh, but Gladio didn't protest. He knew what he meant. Instead, he just fluffed up Ignis' pillows to some semblance of order and closed his eyes, trying to banish the sight of Noctis rocking beneath him, fingers clutching the sheets, mouth open in a wordless cry of pleasure.
*
The first night someone called Noct "your highness," he almost didn't make it. The client didn't notice his flagging erection, or the overly eager way he beckoned for her to grind down on his face, but when they were done, Noct had to lock his door and stand over the sink, closing his eyes to the mirror until the next client started pounding on the door.
The second time it happened, the client noticed, and Noct had to answer to the manager. He was a slim, fidgety sort of man with an easy smile that didn't reach his eyes, and he looked Noct up and down and said, in a cheery voice, "Well, maybe you'll make a good King Regis instead. Or an Aulea. You got the hair for it, and you're... you've cross-dressed before, right?"
"Once or twice," Noct said, and the manager nodded, already looking past him to the next problem he had to solve.
The day after that, Noct was informed-by the Niff guard, while he was pushing Noct up against the bathroom wall with his cock sliding slick between Noct's thighs-that he wasn't allowed to go out for a while. The guard would be getting what he needed, if he needed anything, and Noct would stay in the hotel like a good whore, gritting his teeth at every highness and taking what he was given.
Then, the next night, the manager suggested his solution.
"This one comes in pretty rarely," he said, handing Noct a heavy blue dress, crinkling with crinoline. "But he's got a thing for the king. And the late queen, sometimes, or the shield. So we cycle him between the best lookalikes. His favorite's visiting her family, so you're Aulea tonight. Turn the lights down when he gets here. He'll like that."
"Right," Noct said, hefting the dress in both arms.
"It's not an issue?" the manager asked. "If it is, I can always..."
"It's fine," Noct said, glancing at the guard. He waved the manager off and sighed, looking at the mirror.
"At least it's not Dad," he said, and started peeling off his jeans.
An hour later, Noct was sitting on his bed, in the dark, when the door opened.
"Sorry I'm late," said a voice Noct knew far too well. He held down a yelp, which turned into a choking whine in his throat.
"Boss," he said. "You didn't have to."
"Boss?" The form of Cor Leonis emerged from the shadows, brows furrowed. "I'm not in the wrong room..."
There was a long, heavy pause as Noctis stared at the Marshal of his father's Crownsguard, the survivor of too many last-ditch skirmishes to count, and clenched his hands in the fabric of his dress.
"You almost." Cor stepped closer, and Noct leaned unconsciously back. "You could be her. Even her eyes..." He lifted a hand, and Noct froze, knowing better than to flinch.
"Where did they find you?" Cor asked, and for a second, one perfect, thrilling second, Noct thought that Cor knew. He grabbed Cor's arms and sat up, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"They didn't find me," he whispered. "They never let me go. C--"
Cor's hand went to Noct's waist, traveling down his backside, and Noct's stomach flipped.
Oh.
"Oh," he whispered. Cor lay him down on the bed and knelt before him, hitching up his skirts.
"Oh," he said again, a heel slipping on Cor's back as Cor kissed up his bare thighs. "Oh, no. No, I. No, this is worse, this is worse, boss, you have to stop."
Cor drew back, his shadowed face twisted in concern. "No?" he said. "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Leonis," Noct said, in a hitching sob. "Please."
Cor's entire body stiffened, and Noct heard the click of someone's tongue on their teeth.
"Noctis," said Ardyn, materializing out of thin air at the side of the bed. "I thought we were past this."
Noct turned to Cor, who was frozen in place at his feet, and up at Ardyn. "How long?" he asked. "How long were you..."
"Just for tonight," Ardyn admitted. "This was a risky client, and I thought, well. You'd performed admirably with your shield and advisor, but our dear Marshal may be another matter. My dear, you know I do hate being disappointed."
"I can't do this," Noct said. "Don't make me do this."
"Why Noct," Ardyn said, with earnest surprise written all over his features. "I never forced you to do anything. I only gave you a place to live. What you choose to do there is your own affair."
Nausea twisted Noct's stomach. He tried to close his legs, but whatever Ardyn had done to time had made it like he was moving through molasses, restricted by the resistance of his own clothes.
"Shh." Ardyn pet Noct's hair, gently, fondly, smiling with all the indulgence of a favorite uncle. "Think of it my way, Noct. Do this, and the worst is over. You can handle anything. You're a good boy, I know you can be, and when this is over, we'll make sure the only ones who come to you are frustrated Kingsglaive and civil servants. It'll be a breeze."
"I can't," Noct whispered.
Ardyn kissed his forehead, then a swirl of magic spun about him, carrying him into the dark until it was just Noct and Cor, blinking at one another.
"Did you say something?" Cor asked.
Noct shook his head, and Cor parted his legs for him, leaning down once more to press a kiss to his upper thigh.