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Twilight 2-3

[(Anonymous)]

O O O

He had been doing so well, he couldn't remember angering the other or not doing what he was asked. Noctis wasn't sure what he had done wrong but here he was, his legs limping as he tried to run. He couldn't remember the last time he had run for this long, even less the last time Ardyn actually let him get this far. Both of his legs were burning with pain, and his limping came from bruises and wounds on his legs. The bones there felt strained and like they were ready to snap, like one more hit would be enough to snap them. The idea was terrifying, specially when the prince was already struggling with a broken wrists. Ardyn had been 'generous' enough to provide some first aid by encasing the broken bone but the general abuse kept the wound from healing, if any at all.

Noctis heart was beating so hard against his chest he could feel it against his ears. He was panting and struggling with each step, his body far too weak to even drag him much further. But he was scared, he was terrified. The hot tears on his eyes wouldn't let him see right and all he could do was ask why? He had done everything, so why the other strangled him and left him with almost two broken legs was beyond his understanding. He had been so scared of dying he ended up pushing the other and actually stabbing him with one of the many tools that he used on Noctis before. The raven had realized his mistaken then but before he could even imagine the rage that would come from Ardyn for being 'naughty' he ran.

The hallways were empty and cold, and he wasn't sure where he was going at all, but somehow he had made it to the outside. He could leave. Ardyn was nowhere to be seen. He could leave. The idea itself brought whatever energy he had left back to life. He found himself running across the empty parking lot, his legs dragging him as fast as he could.

“Tsk, tsk tsk...” The playful voice was back but Noctis couldn't bring himself to look back. “And here I thought we were making great progress!”

Don't look back. It is something his mind keeps telling him, as if not looking at Ardyn would suddenly make him disappear, like when he was young and he would wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares of deamons tearing him apart. It was his father that told him to hide underneath the blankets because if he couldn't see the monsters then they couldn't see him. It kept him from running out of his room screaming and it helped him sleep peacefully again. The memory of his father made his chest hurt and his eyes filled with tears but he kept running until he was outside the parking lot.

“Come on Noctis, you can't just leave. What would your friends think if you left them all alone in here. So far I have been very generous with them because you are here but if you leave, I'm afraid I might have to try my chances with them.”

Noctis felt sick, suddenly his legs didn't feel as strong anymore and before he knew it he was falling. He felt sick because of what Ardyn was implying but he felt even worst because even after falling he was trying to crawl away. He should have turned to face the other, to tell him to leave his friends alone, but he was being beyond selfish for still trying to leave. He was horrible, a terrible friends and his legs stopped moving then. New tears were falling and he could hear himself sobbing. He wanted to leave, he didn't care. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't. He couldn't leave them behind, not with him. Even though he couldn't save them.

Ardyn was next to him now, and Noctis couldn't bring himself to look up, but his whole body was trembling. He couldn't stop shaking no matter what and it wasn't just because of the cold and snow outside. Ardyn pulled on his hair to lift his head and backhanded him, the strike making his vision dark right away but he was still awake. There was a kick on his side and then his back was being stomped on, over and over again until the raven feared that it was going to snap. The snow was clinging to his hair and face, it was so cold but his body was hot and numb.

Noctis could only wince as Ardyn's foot slowly flipped his body, forcing him to lay down on his already bruised back. The raven arched his back, his body twisting and trying to turn away but Ardyn was now in between his legs, lifting his hips so they were resting against his own. He leaned down to take a kiss from the raven and by now he knew better than to try to bite or struggle, but he couldn't help himself but to squirm due to the pain. He earned another slap on his face from not being able to stay still, the taste of blood now lingering in his mouth. He wanted to pass out. He was begging for the familiar darkness to come over but it wasn't happening.

The raven hissed in pain as the dirty black shirt he wore was yanked up to reveal his chest. The bruises there were all purple and blue, mixing and turning into black with a slight hint of green. The once pale chest now had a sick yellowish color from all the abuse and infections that had been prevented and the excessive amount of alcohol that was used to clean the wounds. The hands moved from his shirt to his pants, pulling them down below his knees and then his underwear.

The warning bells in his head were going crazy, it was taking him too long to realize what was happening. He saw it coming but ignore it, after being forced to choke on Ardyn's cock every single day, he was sure this was eventually going to happen, but his mind snapped then. He felt himself struggling once more and kicking his legs with nothing but reckless panic behind his strength. Not this, just not this. It was too much. Not this. He heard himself screaming and and burning hot tears were on his eyes again. He was glaring with hatred, pushing and trying to shove the other off even though his struggling seem to do so little.

He was weak, his body was weak. After weeks of being under the others care, he physically had nothing left. Yet, he was going berserk. He was fighting with whatever he had left, even biting on Ardyn's hand when he tried to reach for his face. He could taste blood that wasn't his own and his foot was pushing on the chest that was hoovering over him, shoving him and trying to get him off.

Until the familiar noise of a those fucking tasers charging rang in his ears. Noctis tried to quickly turn to move away, but the metal made contact with his side and his whole body went stiff. He was grinding his teeth, hissing loudly in pain with his eyes rolling to the back of his head. It stopped then, just to happen again, and again, and again. He wasn't sure how many times it was done, but by the time Ardyn was done there was nothing left of the prince. Noctis was hardly breathing, his half lidded eyes glossy and dead. Yet Ardyn didn't seem to mind or pay much attention to the horrible state the prince was in. Instead he was taking his time trying to find the god forsaken bottle of lube that was somewhere in his coat. When he found it he smiled with satisfaction and turned his attention back to the barely conscious raven beneath him.

“I truly admire your will to keep fighting. It is something I think I really love about you.”

Getting Noctis ready wasn't honestly a huge priority, it was just something that made things easier. Plus the satisfaction of feeling that body twitch and try so hard to keep him away was extremely addictive. The prince for sure probably never had anything like this done to him, without doubt no one even dared, not even his friends as much as they might want to. Noctis was after all the next king, thinking of doing so many lewd things like this to him was just so sinful, so very wrong. Yet Ardyn was taking his time, his fingers slowly spreading open the tight opening as the raven laid there unable to do anything.

Noctis arms were on either wide of his head, lightly twisting as he tried to move them but nothing in his body was responding. He could feel the fingers inside of him, crawling their way in and then slowly spreading, making wet noises as they kept moving. He left sick. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to die, he wanted to just not feel anything. The twisting on his stomach was making him feel sicker and sicker, and vomiting was not an option at all. In fact his body was trembling and shaking with no control whatsoever, causing the fingers inside of him to feel longer and thicker.

The raven was convulsing and how he was still awake after his body kept going into shock over and over, he didn't know but he was almost sure it was Ardyn's doing. What was left of his consciousness shut down then, his mind going blank completely. He was still awake but gone, even as the bastard on top of him slowly made his way inside his body, he couldn't feel anything. He was numb and couldn't think of what was happening.

Noctis' body was moving as Ardyn began to thrust inside the raven, feeling how tight the other was and oh so willing to. He could tell Noctis was long gone, not really being here but not leaving just yet, but he would be lying if he wasn't happy he was the one that did this to him. So he leaned in to kiss those full lips and enjoyed that there was no struggle. He embraced the raven and held onto his waist with both of his arms as he roughly moved inside of him, not holding back at all. This is what he had been craving, this is what he truly needed and wanted. It wasn't his end goal no, but by the gods was it satisfactory. The thrill of owning, possessing and utterly destroying the 'gift' of the gods brought such joy to his life, he couldn't remember ever having and if he did it had been long forgotten.

The raven was born for him. He was his and no one else's. He was born for the purpose of being what Ardyn wish for him to be and chose for him to be. It only felt right to think this way, like all the pieces in a puzzle were suddenly all in place. It wasn't about torturing Noctis, gods no, it wasn't about raping him until he couldn't walk, why would he want to do that? It was about the raven learning his place and where he belonged. Nothing wrong with that. It was about take him so far away from the light, that he was never going to be able to go back.

What happened outside in the snow, was not a one time only deal. Now that the deed was done, it was so much easier to do it again and again. It was only fair that Ardyn would explore every single corner of Noctis' body, until the raven was squirming and crying. Until he was throwing up and shaking non-stop. Until Noctis was crying and begging like he had never done before. The please, the cries were intoxicating and Ardyn could feel his blood growing warmer and warmer each time he would take the little prince.

Noctis kept fighting of course, but it was up to Ardyn to teach him some manners. The raven needed to learn to be thankful for what was being given to him, and the amount of dedication Ardyn had towards him.

Noctis couldn't do anything anymore, no matter how good he was, no matter how much he begged and asked to be beaten instead. The same thing kept happening. He felt sick and twisted as he was taken from behind, his knees and hands on the floor as a pair of cold hands held his hips in place, guiding them to meet the other's cock as he kept thrusting inside his already sore and abused hole. He couldn't remember the last time Ardyn showed up and didn't do this. Before he used to torture him, push his body to its limits, burn him, cut him, choke him, beat him, and yes, he would rape his mouth as well but that wasn't as often as the many times the raven had been taken by now.

He was breathing heavy through his nose, his hips hurting and his legs trying to give up under his weight. It was...he just felt so filthy, the dirt clinging to his body became so evident and it was like his body suddenly became hyper aware of it. The dirt underneath his nails and the sweat that was covering his body. All of it was something he couldn't ignore anymore, specially the sick noises Ardyn's cock made as the lube and his insides created friction. The noises Ardyn's thighs made as they connected with his backside with each and every thrust. He could feel and hear everything, all of it. It was no surprise that the sick feeling was slowly reaching his throat and he felt like throwing up again, but he couldn't do it. If he did it would be worst, it would be worst.

A hand reaching for his hair and pulling it was enough to distract him from emptying what little he had in his stomach.

“I cannot describe how marvelous your body is. It is almost like it was made just for this. But how are you feeling my dear prince.”

It was as if bricks filled his stomach every time he had to answer this. He could feel tears building up on his eyes, and his lips trembling with hesitation. He had pride left, or so he thought. He did. But he didn't want it to be worst. He didn't want Ardyn to use the taser as he fucked him over and over, he didn't want him to force him to ride his cock while choking him. He didn't want any of that. The tears were falling now and the raven let his weak voice reply.

“I-it feels good, it feels really good. P-please, fuck me! Please do it more!”

It was words that he was taught to say. It was words he was forced to say, at least that's what he kept telling himself over and over as Ardyn kissed the top of his head and gently pet his hair.

O O O

The hotel had seen better days. The paint on the walls were peeling but the beds looked clean and comfortable. The raven allowed himself to collapse on top of one, stretching his arms and legs. Prompto was shuffling a deck of cards while Gladio was busy doing some push ups, always trying his hardest no matter where they were. Ignis was busy in the small hallway where the kitchenette was hiding, trying to make something simple but delicious like always. It was odd though, how Noctis had a bit of a hard time hearing their voices. He couldn't understand what they were saying, and their faces were somewhat blurry but he could tell it was them. Of course he could. He wanted to see them again and laugh again. He wanted all of this.

The raven's blurry vision was slowly starting to take the shapes around him once more. Noctis blinked slowly, trying to understand what was in front of him. There were three bolted chairs not too far from where he was. The chairs were like the ones he used to sit on before, how long ago he wasn't sure. But three people were sitting there now, familiar faces his brain just couldn't register yet, but they looked scared and at the edge of panicking. The three people were screaming or at least it looked like they were but Noctis' ears couldn't pick up the noises. He tried to say something, to tell them that he couldn't hear but his mouth was gagged, yet it felt like it was also open.