im two months late but DAMN this prompt is so fuckin good here you go enjoy im sorry i went so off the rails damn it
I worship, high praises My longing drives me crazy for you My kingdom for your graces I'm not gonna tell nobody bout you
They find him hanging with cuffs around his wrists, in the cold empty room within all the cold empty rooms, bruises on his throat and arms and everywhere else, dazed and unresponsive and starving.
They escort him out. Noctis presses in close, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm.
"Were you worried about me?" Prompto had said.
"What kind of question is that? Of course I was," Noctis had said.
Prompto stumbles out of the room, and then another room, and then another, another, another. He holds his stomach as it grumbles. Something smells good.
Something smells really, really, good.
Noct notices his posture, signals for them to stop.
"We'll rest up for now," Noct says. "Find something to eat. You hungry?"
Prompto licks his teeth. He's so fucking hungry.
"Nah," Prompto says. "I'm good."
Back in Gralea, back in the Keep, Ardyn says, are you hungry, my dear.
Prompto shakes his head, spits and struggles and screams. Ardyn laughs. Ardyn always laughs.
Ardyn calls him a stubborn little thing.
He's not a thing. He's not a thing. He's-
are you hungry?
Ardyn asks. He has something in his hands. It's bloody and dripping all over the floor and
Prompto's stomach growls.
Ardyn says, do you want this.
Prompto makes a sound like a whimper. It sounds sad and pathetic and hungry. He's so fucking hungry. He wishes Noct would hurry up and rescue him. If Noct is coming at all.
Ardyn says, do you want this. He holds his dripping hand close to Prompto's face.
Prompto licks his teeth.
He's so fucking hungry.
When they get out of that fucking place, they huddle together in the tent, Iggy and Noct in the center, Gladio behind Iggy and Noct pressed up against Prompto.
Noct kisses all over Prompto's face, his fingers, his wrist. His barcode.
"I'm sorry," Noct says. "I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't know it was you. I'm so fucking sorry."
"I know," Prompto says. He touches Noct's hands. Squeezes them tight. Noct stifles a sob in his hair.
Iggy and Gladio pretend not to listen.
Noct's kisses are wet now. Wet and salty and soft. When he licks into Prompto's mouth, Prompto can taste blood. Blood and cup noodles and Noctis.
His stomach rumbles painfully.
Prompto closes his eyes.
"Go to sleep, Noct," he says.
He sneaks out of the tent at night. If any of them notice, they don't say anything. Noct is still snoring when he leaves.
He finds a bunch of voretooths. He cocks his gun, checks his silencer, and shoots them all dead.
It's his first meal since Ardyn. His stomach churns, hungry, expecting. He tears his way into flesh with his teeth, licks the blood from his fingers and picks the bones clean.
Raw voretooth tastes disgusting. Meat squelches between his fingers. He stuffs his throat full. He chews, swallows, burns with shame. But it's still so fucking good. He's so fucking hungry.
He's so fucking hungry. So distracted by his meal. He doesn't notice the footsteps.
Noct stands a ways off, the flashlight on his shirt clicked on. "What are you doing?" he says.
Prompto swallows. Wipes blood off his face and onto the grass.
"Eating," he says.
Noctis regards him coolly. If he's shocked, disgusted, angry- he doesn't show it. Instead, he says, "I couldn't sleep."
Prompto says, curled in the grass with mutilated voretooth corpses scattered around him, blood on his mouth, on his fingers, "Sorry."
Noctis shrugs. Makes his way towards Prompto. "That fucking Keep. Fucking Ardyn. Kept taunting me. Didn't give me time to sleep."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Noct says. He smudges a bit of blood at the corner of Prompto's mouth with his thumb. "He got you worse than me."
Prompto licks his teeth. Swallows.
"Yeah," he says.
Noctis leans down. Slips his thumb into Prompto's mouth. "You still hungry?"
Prompto nods. Noct slides more fingers into his mouth. Watches him with dark eyes, quiet, somber.
"Bite," Noct says.
Prompto closes his eyes.
He's so fucking hungry.
Iggy bandages Noct's wounds in the morning, when they both stumble back into camp, covered in bitemarks and blood and hickeys.
Iggy smooths his fingers over Noct's and frowns. He'd used a potion, but the scabs are still there.
Gladio throws them a look. Not judging, or anything like that. Just a normal look.
"Be careful," Gladio says, in the end.
Iggy pushes his dark glasses up his nose. Hums his agreement.
Noct squeezes down on Prompto's fingers.
Whenever they fuck, it's with Noct's fingers in Prompto's mouth and Noct's forearm across Prompto's throat.
Noct isn't really very good at sex, but neither is Prompto. They take what they can get.
"I love you," Noct says. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Prompto moans around Noct's fingers. He wants Noct inside him. He wants to swallow Noct whole.
His stomach rumbles.
Prompto places his hands flat on Noct's chest, pushes him back. Noct goes, looking dazed, betrayed.
Prompto climbs into his lap. "Give me," Prompto says, grasping at the lube and Noct's dick. "Give me- I want-"
Noct says, "Prom, wait, I haven't-"
and Prompto sinks down on his dick, teeth buried in the meat of Noct's shoulder. Noct smells so fucking good. Tastes even better.
It's so good when it hurts. When Noct groans and buck his hips up into Prompto, forgetting that Prompto never even fingered himself open.
It hurts, and Noct tastes so good. Prompto puts a hand on his belly. Kisses the side of Noct's neck.
"Come inside," he says, and Noct's eyes go wild. Pins him down and fucks him so hard Prompto thinks he'll break. Shoves his fingers into Prompto's mouth, until Prompto bites and drools saliva and blood all over the sheets.
It hurts.
Noct tastes like his favourite.
"Bite," Noctis says, gasping into the back of Prompto's neck, his hips working. "Fuck, Prom, you're so-"
Prompto bites.
Noctis would kill to feed him.
"Hungry?" Noct says, kissing the shell of his ear. Runs his fingers up Prompto's thighs.
"Starving," Prompto says.
Noct gets out his big knives.
Ardyn feeds him bloody little pieces of meat out of his hand.
"The fun thing about MT's," Ardyn says. "You lot can't wait to sink your teeth into anything, can you? Always hungry. Always starving. Always wanting more. How did you do it? Fighting it off? Eating no more than they do, never what you truly crave?"
Prompto licks Ardyn's palm clean.
He's still so fucking hungry.
Gladio hunts down fleshy things for their meals. Meat, always meat. Pats him on his head if he asks.
Iggy can't cook as well as he used to, but he still makes a mean curry. Prompto eats a few bites off of Noct's spoon. Thinks about the raw meat in the freezer.
Iggy says, because he's still a mindreader, blind or not, "I took a portion out. Have it if you want."
Prompto swallows his saliva.
"Thanks," he says.
Iggy smiles at him. It's wan and tired and pale, but it's a smile. It's there. And that's what counts.
Sometimes, if Prompto is good, Noct will bring him his favourite. A hand. An ear. Big fleshy chunks.
Noct watches him eat. Feeds Prompto out of his hand and licks the blood off his face, all with the extremely fond expression of watching a pet do something cute.
Prompto would've minded, maybe. He doesn't now, when Noct crooks a finger. Come here.
Prompto swallows Noct's dick down. It tastes good.
"You're my new favourite flavour," Prompto tells him, and the way Noct laughs is low and soft and gorgeous.
Noct says, "I'd let you eat me."
He fucks into Prompto while he says this, bounces Prompto on his cock, bites his smile into Prompto's skin.
Prompto moans. Shivers. Lets Noctis pull him apart, put him back together. Noct's cock is the best fucking thing.
"I know," Prompto says. Noct has him pinned. Like a butterfly for viewing. Except butterflies don't get fucked out of their minds.
Noct smooths a hand down Prompto's belly. "You're so thin. Eat more. I'll bring you more. Eat more, Prom."
Prompto squeezes Noct's fingers. "You'll take care of me? Even though I'm like this?"
"Gods," Noct says, his eyes dark. "Gods, fuck, yes. As long as you stay. Stay with me. Stay with me, I love you."
"You love me?"
"Fuck, I love you. I love you so much, I'd do anything for you," Noct groans. "Anything. I'd let you swallow me whole."
Prompto kisses Noct's nose. "I love you too, Noct."
Noct whines. Grabs Prompto's waist and fucks up into him harder. "You're so small. I want to fill you up."
"Uh huh," Prompto says. Moves his hips with Noct, like a dance. Less graceful, more animalistic. Gorgeous, sweaty, desperate Noct. "Fill me up, then. Go on, Noct."
Noct comes inside him. Like he wants to fill Prompto's starving belly. He fucks Prompto through his orgasm, squelches through his own come.
Noct bites down on his ear.
"I love you," he says.
Prompto squeezes his fingers. Scabbed over and scarred.
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Date: 2017-04-01 10:36 pm (UTC)I worship, high praises
My longing drives me crazy for you
My kingdom for your graces
I'm not gonna tell nobody bout you
They find him hanging with cuffs around his wrists, in the cold empty room within all the cold empty rooms, bruises on his throat and arms and everywhere else, dazed and unresponsive and starving.
They escort him out. Noctis presses in close, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm.
"Were you worried about me?" Prompto had said.
"What kind of question is that? Of course I was," Noctis had said.
Prompto stumbles out of the room, and then another room, and then another, another, another. He holds his stomach as it grumbles. Something smells good.
Something smells really, really, good.
Noct notices his posture, signals for them to stop.
"We'll rest up for now," Noct says. "Find something to eat. You hungry?"
Prompto licks his teeth. He's so fucking hungry.
"Nah," Prompto says. "I'm good."
Back in Gralea, back in the Keep, Ardyn says, are you hungry, my dear.
Prompto shakes his head, spits and struggles and screams. Ardyn laughs. Ardyn always laughs.
Ardyn calls him a stubborn little thing.
He's not a thing. He's not a thing. He's-
are you hungry?
Ardyn asks. He has something in his hands. It's bloody and dripping all over the floor and
Prompto's stomach growls.
Ardyn says, do you want this.
Prompto makes a sound like a whimper. It sounds sad and pathetic and hungry. He's so fucking hungry. He wishes Noct would hurry up and rescue him. If Noct is coming at all.
Ardyn says, do you want this. He holds his dripping hand close to Prompto's face.
Prompto licks his teeth.
He's so fucking hungry.
When they get out of that fucking place, they huddle together in the tent, Iggy and Noct in the center, Gladio behind Iggy and Noct pressed up against Prompto.
Noct kisses all over Prompto's face, his fingers, his wrist. His barcode.
"I'm sorry," Noct says. "I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't know it was you. I'm so fucking sorry."
"I know," Prompto says. He touches Noct's hands. Squeezes them tight. Noct stifles a sob in his hair.
Iggy and Gladio pretend not to listen.
Noct's kisses are wet now. Wet and salty and soft. When he licks into Prompto's mouth, Prompto can taste blood. Blood and cup noodles and Noctis.
His stomach rumbles painfully.
Prompto closes his eyes.
"Go to sleep, Noct," he says.
He sneaks out of the tent at night. If any of them notice, they don't say anything. Noct is still snoring when he leaves.
He finds a bunch of voretooths. He cocks his gun, checks his silencer, and shoots them all dead.
It's his first meal since Ardyn. His stomach churns, hungry, expecting. He tears his way into flesh with his teeth, licks the blood from his fingers and picks the bones clean.
Raw voretooth tastes disgusting. Meat squelches between his fingers. He stuffs his throat full. He chews, swallows, burns with shame. But it's still so fucking good. He's so fucking hungry.
He's so fucking hungry. So distracted by his meal. He doesn't notice the footsteps.
Noct stands a ways off, the flashlight on his shirt clicked on. "What are you doing?" he says.
Prompto swallows. Wipes blood off his face and onto the grass.
"Eating," he says.
Noctis regards him coolly. If he's shocked, disgusted, angry- he doesn't show it. Instead, he says, "I couldn't sleep."
Prompto says, curled in the grass with mutilated voretooth corpses scattered around him, blood on his mouth, on his fingers, "Sorry."
Noctis shrugs. Makes his way towards Prompto. "That fucking Keep. Fucking Ardyn. Kept taunting me. Didn't give me time to sleep."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Noct says. He smudges a bit of blood at the corner of Prompto's mouth with his thumb. "He got you worse than me."
Prompto licks his teeth. Swallows.
"Yeah," he says.
Noctis leans down. Slips his thumb into Prompto's mouth. "You still hungry?"
Prompto nods. Noct slides more fingers into his mouth. Watches him with dark eyes, quiet, somber.
"Bite," Noct says.
Prompto closes his eyes.
He's so fucking hungry.
Iggy bandages Noct's wounds in the morning, when they both stumble back into camp, covered in bitemarks and blood and hickeys.
Iggy smooths his fingers over Noct's and frowns. He'd used a potion, but the scabs are still there.
Gladio throws them a look. Not judging, or anything like that. Just a normal look.
"Be careful," Gladio says, in the end.
Iggy pushes his dark glasses up his nose. Hums his agreement.
Noct squeezes down on Prompto's fingers.
Whenever they fuck, it's with Noct's fingers in Prompto's mouth and Noct's forearm across Prompto's throat.
Noct isn't really very good at sex, but neither is Prompto. They take what they can get.
"I love you," Noct says. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Prompto moans around Noct's fingers. He wants Noct inside him. He wants to swallow Noct whole.
His stomach rumbles.
Prompto places his hands flat on Noct's chest, pushes him back. Noct goes, looking dazed, betrayed.
Prompto climbs into his lap. "Give me," Prompto says, grasping at the lube and Noct's dick. "Give me- I want-"
Noct says, "Prom, wait, I haven't-"
and Prompto sinks down on his dick, teeth buried in the meat of Noct's shoulder. Noct smells so fucking good. Tastes even better.
It's so good when it hurts. When Noct groans and buck his hips up into Prompto, forgetting that Prompto never even fingered himself open.
It hurts, and Noct tastes so good. Prompto puts a hand on his belly. Kisses the side of Noct's neck.
"Come inside," he says, and Noct's eyes go wild. Pins him down and fucks him so hard Prompto thinks he'll break. Shoves his fingers into Prompto's mouth, until Prompto bites and drools saliva and blood all over the sheets.
It hurts.
Noct tastes like his favourite.
"Bite," Noctis says, gasping into the back of Prompto's neck, his hips working. "Fuck, Prom, you're so-"
Prompto bites.
Noctis would kill to feed him.
"Hungry?" Noct says, kissing the shell of his ear. Runs his fingers up Prompto's thighs.
"Starving," Prompto says.
Noct gets out his big knives.
Ardyn feeds him bloody little pieces of meat out of his hand.
"The fun thing about MT's," Ardyn says. "You lot can't wait to sink your teeth into anything, can you? Always hungry. Always starving. Always wanting more. How did you do it? Fighting it off? Eating no more than they do, never what you truly crave?"
Prompto licks Ardyn's palm clean.
He's still so fucking hungry.
Gladio hunts down fleshy things for their meals. Meat, always meat. Pats him on his head if he asks.
Iggy can't cook as well as he used to, but he still makes a mean curry. Prompto eats a few bites off of Noct's spoon. Thinks about the raw meat in the freezer.
Iggy says, because he's still a mindreader, blind or not, "I took a portion out. Have it if you want."
Prompto swallows his saliva.
"Thanks," he says.
Iggy smiles at him. It's wan and tired and pale, but it's a smile. It's there. And that's what counts.
Sometimes, if Prompto is good, Noct will bring him his favourite. A hand. An ear. Big fleshy chunks.
Noct watches him eat. Feeds Prompto out of his hand and licks the blood off his face, all with the extremely fond expression of watching a pet do something cute.
Prompto would've minded, maybe. He doesn't now, when Noct crooks a finger. Come here.
Prompto swallows Noct's dick down. It tastes good.
"You're my new favourite flavour," Prompto tells him, and the way Noct laughs is low and soft and gorgeous.
Noct says, "I'd let you eat me."
He fucks into Prompto while he says this, bounces Prompto on his cock, bites his smile into Prompto's skin.
Prompto moans. Shivers. Lets Noctis pull him apart, put him back together. Noct's cock is the best fucking thing.
"I know," Prompto says. Noct has him pinned. Like a butterfly for viewing. Except butterflies don't get fucked out of their minds.
Noct smooths a hand down Prompto's belly. "You're so thin. Eat more. I'll bring you more. Eat more, Prom."
Prompto squeezes Noct's fingers. "You'll take care of me? Even though I'm like this?"
"Gods," Noct says, his eyes dark. "Gods, fuck, yes. As long as you stay. Stay with me. Stay with me, I love you."
"You love me?"
"Fuck, I love you. I love you so much, I'd do anything for you," Noct groans. "Anything. I'd let you swallow me whole."
Prompto kisses Noct's nose. "I love you too, Noct."
Noct whines. Grabs Prompto's waist and fucks up into him harder. "You're so small. I want to fill you up."
"Uh huh," Prompto says. Moves his hips with Noct, like a dance. Less graceful, more animalistic. Gorgeous, sweaty, desperate Noct. "Fill me up, then. Go on, Noct."
Noct comes inside him. Like he wants to fill Prompto's starving belly. He fucks Prompto through his orgasm, squelches through his own come.
Noct bites down on his ear.
"I love you," he says.
Prompto squeezes his fingers. Scabbed over and scarred.
"I know."