Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Chapter Eight
Unfortunately, Prompto couldn't sleep at all last night.
He had stayed awake crying. His pillows were wet – soaked from his tears, but he could care less. After all, Prompto muffled himself, with his pillows. If not, Prompto's parents would hear him, just before bursting into his bedroom. Then, Prompto's parents would interrogate him, like usual these days.
He had been behaving differently, not unexpected after everything that took place. However, Prompto's parents didn't know – finding him suspicious, then. So, Prompto kept quiet while sobbing – difficult, but he managed. Or, Prompto would've been drilled, with questions exposing him and His Highness.
He couldn't let that transpire, especially because he'd disappoint them. After all, Prompto acted against them, just for a silly crush. Of course, Prompto felt stupid, but heartbroken the most. Even so, Prompto is trying to move on, like he had promised.
XOXO
As class ended, Prompto sighed in relief.
He hated chemistry, especially because of Noctis' nobles. They wouldn't stop staring at him – sending him glares, like usual nowadays. If looks could burn though, Prompto would've been lone gone. Fortunately, Prompto wasn't incinerated into ashes, just given disapproving scowls.
He ignored and avoided them, though. After all, Prompto can't fight back, not against aristocratic members. It's not right, but he's a commoner – voiceless next to the aristocracy, who silences people. That's the society in Lucis – governed by rich nobles, leaving regular people powerless.
He doesn't care. He'll be moving away soon, not sticking around in Lucis. After all, Prompto upset the aristocracy, but not on purpose. However, Prompto's intentions didn't matter, just his actions. It took Noctis away – stole the prince's gaze, which made the nobility resentful.
He's a commoner. He still accomplished more – captivating Noctis, with his charms. They felt inadequate beside him – considering Noctis still sought him, like he had yesterday. They aren't interesting now, especially because he's Noctis' new toy, but he desperately longed for more. That wouldn't occur, not when His Highness is a playboy.
XOXO
"Slut!"
"Skank!"
"Whore!"
However, Prompto didn't listen to them. He brushed past them, not wanting to satisfy them, with his tears anymore. He's gotten accustom to them though – seeing 'slut', 'skank', and 'whore' on his locker everyday, but felt that way now, too. His shame and guilt got the better of him, especially because he heard those insults constantly.
They fed off of his regret, like clockwork. In P.E., Prompto's torment amplified – the teasing and torture grew, especially because they aren't sitting writing notes. It's a P.E. class – meaning everyone is free, even free to throw insults. It's a ritual now – their teacher didn't the name-calling because he's far away, not on the track.
They didn't win, though. After all, Prompto listened to music – drowning their insults out, but kept them in sight. He didn't trust them – terrified that they might prank him, or even worse. He didn't feel safe, not with them around. He was always cautious, like a paranoid person.
XOXO
In the locker-room, Prompto took his uniform off. He was running late, though. His fellow classmates were gone – waiting in the gymnasium, expect for some. He could hear them – talking quietly, but recognized their voices. He started rushing, then.
Even so, Prompto was cornered. He was surrounded by Noctis' alpha friends, but Noctis wasn't with them. His heartbeat frantically fluttered – pounding his chest, which actually hurt him. His eyes watered, with tears. It rolled down his cheeks and chin, just before drenching his uniform.
They laughed loudly, then. That made him flinch – making him stumble backwards, but they just came closer. He was trapped against the lockers – pinned practically against them, with Noctis' friends advancing towards him. His body trembled, even his hands severely shook. It couldn't be helped, not when's he's scared.
"Look at him, boys! Aren't omegas prettier when they cry?" the ringleader sneered, as Prompto turned his face away. "I bet His Highness had fun with you. He popped your cherry, didn't he?"
"L-Leave me alone," Prompto sniffled, as the ringleader sinisterly snickered. "I said leave me alone."
"We just want to talk, but that's not your thing. Is it, Prompto?"
"I don't want to talk to you guys."
"You're just a little slut, sleeping with alphas. I don't even know what His Highness sees in you. He must really be bored."
"Go away."
"Don't tell me what to do, slut! You have no right, even if you're sleeping with His Highness. I should teach you some manners."
XOXO
However, Prompto heard a growl.
It was a familiar growl – no longer terrifying, just enticing. It made him shiver, even made his knees give away. He fell down, just before backing into a corner. His bullies didn't care, not with another alpha around. They didn't recognize him, though.
The alpha was in his wolf form, but Prompto could tell that was Noctis. The black wolf lunged at his friends – jumping into the air, just before transforming back into his human form. The prince didn't hurt his friends, not that he needed to though. They were clearly scared of him, even shook slightly in fear.
"If I see you three coming near my omega ever again, I'll rip your throats out. You know I can now," Noctis warned, as Prompto's pulse quickened. "Our bedroom activities are none of your concerns, either. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-Yes, Your Highness," the ringleader whimpered, as Noctis' lips curled into a smirk. "We'll leave now."
"You should leave. Or else, I'll might just change my mind and rip your throats out right now."
"W-We're leaving, Your Highness."
"Good."
XOXO
"N-Noct …"
"Are you okay, Prompto?"
"Yeah, I am. It's all thanks to you, Noct."
Without hesitation, Prompto had been embraced. He held onto Noctis, his fingernails sinking into Noctis' back. It was comforting and calming – knowing Noctis disapproved and disagreed with his friends' behavior, even stood up to them. A small smile graced his lips – remembering how Noctis put them in their place, like a true alpha prince.
He brought Noctis closer – returning their kiss, with equal passion. He moaned deeply – tilting his head backwards, with Noctis' lips lowering. They trailed against his neck, his flesh being nipped there. That felt nice, not something he experienced before. It left him longing for more, but something isn't right.
He felt fangs brushing his tongue, just before disappearing - returning to teeth once again. He felt claws also roaming his skin, but that too went away – reverting to fingernails once more. His alpha suddenly backed off – leaving him still breathless, though.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I can't control it."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"N-Noctis …"
"I don't want to hurt you. But, I want you so much."
"Oh."
XOXO
He crawled towards Noctis.
His alpha just stared, with lustful dark blue eyes. However, Noctis stopped himself – turning his head aside, but Prompto sat atop his lap. The prince groaned – enjoying Prompto's subtle movements, even if they're teasing motions. The blonde blushed and giggled, his hips being grabbed tightly.
They wrestled around, then. Of course, Noctis had won – pinning him down, with quite an ease. So, Prompto reach up – connecting their lips, but their kiss was over soon. He pouted at Noctis, who looked away. It's true that Noctis can't control his wolf, but he knew why.
"They're still here! My claws …" Noctis complained, as Prompto held his hands. "Stop, Prompto. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me. You really don't understand, do you?" Prompto chuckled, as Noctis furiously frowned. "You won't accept the truth. I was just another name to cross off in the book, just another conquest of yours. In the end, I turned out to mean much more to you. That surprised you, but also left you feeling like an awful person. Then you started denying your feelings for me, not your wolf, though. It kept coming to me – trying to bring you to me. It's just you kept fighting against it, even now you are."
"They're going away …"
"Your wolf is your instincts. What are they telling you, Noct?"
"I want you, Prompto."
"Then take me."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
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