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Date: 2017-02-21 06:14 am (UTC)When Prompto opened the door to Cindy's room, Noctis was already there. He'd made use of the shower and scrubbed away the grime from his aged features. His long hair was still a damp, touching his bare shoulders and parted in the middle so that it framed his face. Prompto still couldn't believe it was him. Noctis. The King in the flesh.
“Hey,” he said, reaching out. His voice was deeper, but still laced with the same easiness he'd always carried himself with. “C'mere.”
Prompto obeyed, closing the door behind him and standing in front of Noctis. The king let his knees fall apart and he tugged the gunman between them; closer.
“You look different,” the King continued, steely gaze doing an obvious up and down. Whether he liked what he saw or not, Prompto didn't know.
“Ten years will do that to you.”
Prompto felt weak. He sank to the floor in front of Noctis and shamelessly rest his head on the King's thigh, cheek nuzzling into his bare skin. “I might cry again,” he admitted, closing his eyes.
“Don't,” Noctis said like it was nothing, but his tone was soothing and he ran his fingers through Prompto's soft, obviously washed hair. “Ignis and Gladio are worried about you. They told me you left them back in Lestallum and...” Noctis let his hand slide down. He touched a finger to the little scruff of blond goatee on Prompto's chin. “In ten years this is the best you can do.”
The soldier's weariness faded and he swatted Noctis' hand away, frowning as the king began to laugh. “You're... still such an asshole and now I can't even do anything about it because you're the king.” He sighed, opening his wide blue eyes and pinning Noctis under a pleading gaze. “Oh, your most gracious majesty, please don't have me executed for inadequate facial hair.”
The two of them shared a laugh and the sound rang out warm. There was hardly reason to laugh anymore, but now that they were together, there was a chance that things could go back to how they were. Dawn was within their grasp... The hope inspired by Noctis' presence wore off some of the fatigue, and Prompto managed to clamber up his body, settling in his lap and taking in the scent of his freshly washed skin.
“But really,” Noctis breathed, cupping the back of Prompto's head to keep him close as their lips brushed together. “I'm worried.”
“Everyone's tired,” Prompto deflected, closing the distance between them. There was a rumble in his throat as he nipped at Noctis' lip. He wanted, once more to leave a mark, a lasting impression that he had once been here and he had once betrayed his homeland to serve the King of Lucis.
The King could have pressed on, but instead he let his hands fall to Prompto's hips, unable to ignore the stirring in his guts. Ten years he'd gone without so much as the presence of another human being. He'd been alone inside the crystal as he recounted the events of his life; all of his choices, losses, and gains. Noctis had learned what it'd meant to be The King, and after wanting so desperately to fight the destiny he'd been given, he'd come to accept it sometime during his ten year reflection.
Everyone had given up everything for him. The crownsguard, his father, Gladio and his family, Ignis, Luna... Prompto.
He was at peace with the notion of repaying them. His life for the lives of many. Noctis was content to let fate take him, but that didn't mean he still couldn't indulge what was still being given.
Huffing as Prompto's teeth sank into his lip, Noctis pushed back by squeezing his hips, arranging the boy's lithe body so that he could carefully unclip the holsters from his belt. “Won't need these,” he chuckled as he set the weapons on the ground. Then, he worked on Prompto's belt.
“Take your shirt off,” Noctis exhaled, pushing the offending fabric up his midriff and then backing off so that Prompto could comply. He smiled at the sight, but something had his pause. Nestled beneath the curve of his pelvis, a little crescent moon stood out in stark black ink.
“You got a tattoo.”
“Oh. Uh. Yeah.” Prompto replied, flustered. His freckled cheeks grew warm and pink, as he watched Noctis thumb the ink skin.
“The hunters are really into tattoos. I... I didn't want to forget what you and Luna have done for me. I wanted...” He paused, humming as if he wasn't sure how to continue, or perhaps embarrassed to. Noctis watched his expression with the patience of a saint, thumb tracing over the lines on Prompto's skin.
“I chose it,” he said quietly, a twitch in his features as he resisted the urge to worry at his wrist. It meant something to him, making the conscious decision to mark himself, to claim some sort of stake on a body that was never truly his own.
“I like it,” Noctis supplied, nodding. The two of them shared another kiss, and then he was back at working on getting Prompto out of his clothes. Once they were both naked, he pulled Prompto back into his lap and deepened their kisses, hands seeking out every inch of warm, freckled skin, its smoothness occasionally disrupted by old wounds and fresh scars. Eventually, he came up for air and replaced his lips with his fingers, groaning in approval as Prompto pushed them past his lips with one hand clutching his wrist.
“Gods,” he breathed, not above using the Six's names in vain if it mean complimenting Prompto. “Look at you.”
Eyes half-lidded and hazy blue, Prompto kept his gaze on Noctis the almost the entire time he sucked and licked at his probing fingers, but the part that got to the king the most was when the gunman closed his eyes and moaned, body shuddering atop of Noctis as if tasting his fingers was the most exceptional feeling in the world.
Arousal pooled inside of him, and the King had to pull his fingers away, especially when Prompto leaned in to make chase, licking at the calloused pads like a starving animal, chin slicked with drool.
“Noct.” His name sighed out so desperately was lyrical, ethereal. He might have been the king, but he'd bend his iron will to anything for Prompto in this moment. Perhaps a little too enthusiastically, he let his hand slide down, massaging the soft flesh of the gunman's backside, warming him up before sliding one finger inside. “I hear you,” he agreed, huffing out a breath in attempt to blow some of his hair from his face, but sweat and heat has stuck the insufferable strands to his skin.
The rock of Prompto's hips was sinful, he gripped Noctis' shoulders and touched their foreheads together, breath hot against Noct's skin. It wasn't long before he'd added a second finger, feeling the stretch, and then a third. Once or twice he curled his fingers, delighting in the way the gunman shuddered, steady pace becoming unsure as he swooned. They went on like this until Prompto was keening, whimpering and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Noctis' earlobe in a last, desperate attempt for more.
“I... Ahh... A-as if ten years wasn't lo...long enough,” Prompto complained, gathering enough composure to slap Noctis' arm. “Fffuck me, Noct.”
“Bossy,” Noctis growled, but the boy had a point, and the King was definitely having a hard time keeping it together with the way Prompto was writhing atop him, all tight and hot. Still, he had to remind himself that this was it, this here was all they had. The darkness wasn't going anywhere, so the King would take his time, he would etch this memory so deeply into his skin that even his death couldn't take it.
Prompto's weight loss became even more apparent as Noctis lift him off his lap and eased him down onto the bed. He crawled over him, pinning his arms to the pillow above his head by his wrists, cool gaze narrowed at the sight of his scarred palms. He wouldn't ruin the moment by asking, but the flames licking in his gut at the idea of something marking Prompto like that were difficult to push aside. Instead, he used it as fuel. One hand moved to his cock, grunting as he pumped himself and slicked the length of it with precome.
At the blond's behest, he pushed inside, easing in until he was completely sheathed. Prompto was still so tight, so hot and familiar that Noctis fell forward. Palm pressed to the pillow, he shook as he leaned down to capture the boy's lips in another bruising kiss. Their tongues twined and Prompto met him with a growl, teeth gnashing at his lip before he could pull away.
With a grunt, Noctis grabbed Prompto's hip and pulled back, thrusting in hard and then repeating the action. At first, he worried about being too rough, but he could hardly contain what had piled up these ten long years, and Prompto... Prompto took it without complaint, mewling and writhing like a contented animal, an appeased deity that demanded everything of Noctis.
Prompto still groaned, even after he was spent. Noctis had pulled out and was smoothing down his hair, touching his feverish cheeks and kissing the creases away from his brow. If the king didn't know better, he would think the boy was in pain, what with the way his chest was heaving, rising and falling with short, greedy breaths.
“Prompto,” he called softly, the worry creeping up his spine. “Prompto, talk to me.”
The soldier snarled, body twitching once before his hands shot up and grabbed Noctis by the hair. His eyes flew open, black bleeding from the iris and obscuring the whites. He captured the King in a bruising kiss, moaning out like a man starved, one leg wrapping around his waist to keep him there.
He kissed Noctis heatedly, all teeth and tongue as he drank from the king; sated some unholy hunger that had taken hold of him. Noct could scarcely breathe, but he tangled his fingers ruthlessly in Prompto's hair and tugged, yanking his head back and forcing them apart. He let Prompto writhe and snap, his spine arching while Noctis sank his teeth into his neck. He bit down for as long as he needed to, feeling fingernails claw at his back, letting his own panic subside until he felt the corded muscle in Prompto's throat go slack.
A whimper, and the gunman lay still, save for his quiet breathing.
Noctis frowned, took a minute to gather himself and pressed an apologetic kiss to the teeth marks on Prompto's throat.
“Noct,” he wailed weakly. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm... not good anymore. I'm-- It's the night, it's the scourge. It hurts so much. Ardyn did something to me back then.”
“Shh,” the king soothed, shaking his head and moving up to kiss Prompto's lips. Something there tasted strange, almost acidic, but Noctis didn't let it show. “You're fine. You're perfect...”
Guilt tore at Noctis now as he smoothed Prompto's damp hair and moved to lie beside him; what would happen to Prompto once he was gone? Would the scourge take him...? would he become whatever they'd both just witnessed, or would his body give out trying to sustain it? Either way, Noctis wasn't going to be able to be here for him.
But maybe... Maybe the day would cure him. Maybe Noct's sacrifice was just what Prompto needed?
“Once I bring back the sun,” he assured, moving closer and tangling himself up with Prompto. He kissed him slowly, tasting all the good and the bad. “It'll go away. The Scourge, the dark.”
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