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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
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Summary: His body was weak - drained of energy, just feeble and frail. He had embraced death - with a kiss, but death didn't return his kiss. It was someone or something else - their lips were warm, not the cold lips of death. It was a passionate embrace - enjoyable and enchanting, his heart was longing for more.
Chapter One
He was drowning.
His consciousness was seeping away - dark patches speckling his vision, just as his friends' faces began blurring. He saw Gladio jumping into the water - trying to swim and save him, but his shield couldn't do anything to help him. He was in the dark depths of the ocean, where the light isn't allowed.
The temperature was dropping - enveloping his battered and bruised body inside a cocoon of bitter coldness. He was losing sight of his shield - sinking further into the tantalizing trenches of the ocean, which Gladio couldn't continue swimming into, not without risking his own health and life.
The shield had disappeared - obscured by the water, a mixture of his blood and darkness. His eyes drifted shut - welcoming sleep, even against his will. He wanted to stay - accomplish so much more, and walk tall. How could one fight against death, though?
XOXO
He was dying.
His body was weak - drained of energy, just feeble and frail. He had embraced death - with a kiss, but death didn't return his kiss. It was someone or something else - their lips were warm, not the cold lips of death. It was a passionate embrace - enjoyable and enchanting, his heart was longing for more.
They had pulled away, though. He heard a sigh - dark and deep, just as arms encircled his hips. It didn't take long - one minute perhaps, his body emerged from the cold and cruel depths of the ocean. It wasn't far away - an island and sandy shores, where he lay atop the golden sands.
They had followed along, even though they could've left. The mysterious young man was laying - nestled in-between his legs, and blue tail up in the air. The stars couldn't compare to him - the hauntingly otherworldly beauty was gorgeous. He touched the creature - stroking his cheek, who moaned in return. He then turned over - straddling him, earning a blush next.
"You're so beautiful."
"I'm all yours. Quench my lonely heart, Your Highness."
"Are you sure?"
"Do as you please, Your Highness. I won't stop you."
XOXO
A pair of legs rubbed together - slim and slender, just before coiling his hips. His pants tightened - eyes widening at the sight beneath him, with a lust to dominate. He leaned down and kissed him - tasting the pretty young man, whose fingers tousled his hair. He raised his knee - putting pressure against the blond's core, who eagerly pressed down. He smirked and slowly moved - grinding against the blond, and receiving a whine in return.
The blond released his hair - yanking on his leather belt, not wanting to be teased anymore. His belt unfastened then - followed by his pants, even his boxers. He mischievously grinned - turning the beautiful blond over, onto his hands and knees. He hugged him - aligning their bodies, and delving deep into the pretty creature.
His eyes drifted shut - breath hitched and halted, overwhelmed by pleasure. The blond mewled and moaned - only forcing him to thrust faster, and harder. It was hurting the pretty creature - forcibly expanding his tight ring of muscles, each thrust at a time.
"You're so fucking gorgeous."
"D-Don't stop …"
"Where have you been all my life?"
"K-Keeping going … I'm so close …"
XOXO
He finally released - spilling inside the pretty creature, who whimpered and whined. The blond's body was limp - soiled and spent, but still lovely as ever. They embraced each other - laying together atop the golden sands, his cloak draped over the blond.
The blond crawled atop him - sitting in-between his legs, with a playful grin. He sat up - leaning on his elbows, watching the blond lower his head. A tongue then licked his dick - twirling around his already hardening member, just before swallowing him whole.
He collapsed back down, then. His fingers entangling into sunny locks - guiding the beautiful blond, to deep-throat. The blond bombshell didn't mind - enjoying the roughness, and eager to please him in return.
"I fucking need you."
"Y-Yes …"
"Don't you dare stop."
"O-Of course …"
XOXO
He spilled inside the pretty creature again - his seed dripping down, staining the blond's lips. He stared at the beautiful blond - eyes glazed over, with a dark desire. He leaned forward - kissing the blond bombshell, who returned the gesture.
It was a bittersweet kiss - leaving them panting for air, aching for rest. They exhausted each other out - left one another marked: clawed, scratched, and bitten. Their bodies couldn't take any more, even if their carnal cravings weren't satisfied yet.
They fell down beside each other - listening to each other's heartbeats and breathing, not wanting to fall asleep. That choice wasn't in their control anymore, though.
"Your voice is like music to my ears."
"I'm glad you think so, Your Highness."
"I'll never tire of it."
"You better not. Or, I'll be so sad, Your Highness."
XOXO
Meanwhile, Ignis was searching the waters.
He was trying to recover Noctis' body, but divers were unsuccessful. They should've found Noctis' body, though. Their prince had drowned - sank to the bottom of the ocean, with an injured and bleeding leg. Therefore, Noctis' body should be laying on the ocean floor, not floating off somewhere. Even so, Noctis could have survived, especially because his body is still missing.
He pushed those thoughts away, with a small sob. He had seen Noctis sinking - watched the treacherous ocean embrace his prince, who also embraced death. After all, Noctis had closed his eyes, even though Gladio was trying to save him. However, Noctis had sank so deep down, his shield couldn't save him without sacrificing himself.
He couldn't let that happen. It's not what Noctis would've wanted. In fact, Noctis would've wanted his shield to live - for his sister, whose screams still haunted him. And so, Noctis sacrificed himself - accepted his fate, like a true prince.
"We'll find him. We'll give him a proper burial, Iggy."
"I sure hope so. His Majesty is so distraught right now."
"Yeah, I know. When Cor told him, His Majesty almost fainted."
"Of course, King Regis loves his son so much. And Noctis was his only son. We should've have never let Noctis go fishing. It's all our fault he's dead. It's all our fault -"
"Stop! Noct wouldn't want us blaming ourselves."
"I can't help it …"
"You should get some rest."
XOXO
However, Ignis continued the search.
He moved to another part of the ocean. It was near where Noctis had sank, but divers still couldn't find his body. A grip of fear and failure took a hold of him, especially because His Majesty had ordered them to find his son's body. After all, King Regis wanted to give his son a proper burial, not have his son's body decomposing in the ocean.
The divers were fruitless, though. They couldn't find Noctis, or even an article of his clothing. Despite his legs giving away, Ignis didn't back down - telling them to search harder, to found something at least. After all, Ignis couldn't return to His Majesty empty-handed - an embarrassing ordeal, which will never happen.
The drivers returned to their jobs. And, Ignis stared up at the sky - pleading to the gods, hoping they'll bless their search. After all, His Majesty needed closure - needed to know the fate of his son, like him as well.
"Where are you, Noctis?"
"I told you to rest, Iggy."
"I won't rest, not until I find Noctis."
"You're overworking yourself."
"We're not returning to the Citadel empty-handed. That's final, Gladio."
XOXO
It was dark, but Ignis still continued the search. He won't stop, not until he had found Noctis. Of course, Gladio was trying to stop him - telling him to continue in the morning, especially because the search party members needed to rest.
However, Ignis shook his head - forcing the divers to continue searching, who all reluctantly obeyed his command. No matter what, Ignis won't return empty-handed - disappointing His Majesty will be the last thing he'll do, whose son's death was already a disappointment on his part.
So, Ignis was prepared to search the ocean - scour through the terrifying waves, which had swept their prince away. However, Ignis was going to bring back their prince, even if that meant staying out all night long in the process.
"Come on, Iggy! It's night already. Everyone should get some sleep."
"How can we sleep? Our prince is out there somewhere!"
"We can't find him in our current state."
"We will, Gladio."
XOXO
In the distance, Ignis had spotted an island. It was a small one, but he saw something laying atop the golden sands. It was a figure of a person - a silhouette of a male, and also similar to Noctis' frame. He jumped into the ocean - swimming towards the prince, who wasn't deceased.
After all, Ignis saw the prince moving in his sleep. He grabbed Noctis' hand - sighing in relief, especially because his prince is alive. His relief soon left him though - eyes widening at the state of Noctis' clothes and body, which were desecrated in bodily fluid.
They were disheveled. In fact, Noctis' pants were unbuckled, shirt unbuttoned, and cloak missing, Even worse, Noctis' chest was scratched - reddish marks leading down to his toned abs, like claw marks.
"What happened to you, Noctis?! We need to contact the Citadel right away. We need medical attention."
"I'm calling Cor right now, Iggy. He's sending a helicopter to airlift Noctis back to the Citadel."
"I'm so worried, Gladio."
"You need to step away from him, Iggy. The doctors will tend to him."
XOXO
As Noctis left the island, Ignis looked around. It was void of life, except for little critters. He sighed and stared at the ocean - watching the waves caress the golden sands, but soon saw something strange.
There was someone in the water. He only saw a pair of bright blue eyes and blond hair, not anything else. He stumbled backwards, just as those bewitching blue eyes narrowed. He heard a echo in the air - a warning of some sorts.
He realized, then. It wasn't a person in the water, but a dangerous and cunning creature. Its kind lured men, with their haunting voice and killed them.
"He's mine."
"Come on, Iggy!"
"Y-Yeah, I'm coming."
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