Chapter 2: The Astral Gate
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I have to get away from here.
So I run, speeding recklessly ahead as if a herd of stampeding Garula were after my hide.
My feet seem to know where to take me. I'm glad for it, because my foggy brain seems to be completely short circuited at the moment. I hope it doesn't shut down on me permanently, leaving me utterly brainless for the remainder of my life.
Various memories of making out with Noct play constantly in my mind, over and over. They feel like a broken record. The impressions of those unrelenting, soft lips devouring me leave me gasping and panting for breath and no matter how fast I run, I can't stop the excitement taking completely over me.
I'm a pitiful mess of hormones and emotions inside, and so I quickly need to hide somewhere, far, far away. Out of sight. I don't want anyone to see me fall apart right into the bottomless pit of outrageous arousal. From the outside I'm sure that I must look like an idiot. I just don't know where up and down, left and right is anymore. Noct's beautiful eyes, his wonderful kisses, his touch, taste and smell are still haunting me madly.
Bushes stand in my way and some twigs smack the flushed skin of my face painfully as I rush through the vegetation, only for me to stumble a few times over my own feet in my haste, my mind simply too far away to notice any of the scratches those branches leave on me. My lungs and legs start protesting, so I finally stop to lean on a tree, farther away from the caravan, far enough from Noct's alluring presence, and definitely as far away from Gladio's scrutinizing eyes as possible.
It's already dark outside and I hide myself in the protecting shadows underneath the tree as I slide down on the grassy ground to catch my erratic breath. For one moment, I've feared of getting a heart attack, at my young age no less, seeing how furious my heartbeats were just minutes ago. I really need to take a small moment to find back to my sane, stable self, but this seems to be hopeless. As soon as I close my eyes, all that I can see are Noct's intense eyes as they make love to me and all that I can feel on my lips are those breathtaking kisses we've both shared moments ago.
Heaven and hell, how did all of this happen so suddenly?
One minute, I only tease and flirt innocently (okay, maybe not that innocently), never in a million years having had any expectations that Noct might respond to my advances, only to find myself one minute later wrapped inside his arms and then all of a sudden we were doing all those delicious things together. Things, that up until recently were only wet dream material to me.
Everything happened so fast.
I'm still out of my mind at how mind-blowing (for lack of a better word) our short make-out session was. Not that I would have had any previous experiences to compare to in the first place, but by all that is precious to me, my mushy brain truly can't handle all of this, it's too much.
Grinning brightly to myself, I finally allow myself to close my eyes and then I lean my head back against the trunk of the tree, vividly recalling every single amazing moment that Noct and I just shared back there. Unconsciously, I can't help but run my tongue over my still throbbing lips, chasing after those amazing feelings Noct woke up inside of me whenever our lips had touched. I still can taste him on me, still feel his ardent, tingling open-mouthed kisses on my chin and jaw, his sensual nibbling on my throat, the flat of his tongue devouring me in obvious hunger over each and every spot on my exposed skin. Hell... he has no idea how badly turned on I am because of him, my entire body still trembles with immense need, and because of this I honestly don't know what to do with myself right now.
I can only blame those hot tongue-kisses he gave me. Tonight we've shared our very first kisses and they were phenomenal. In the past few weeks I've tried to imagine what kissing Noct might feel like, but trust me, nothing could have prepared me in advance for the real experience. It honestly didn't feel as if any of those kisses were of the kind you normally would associate with being your first kiss. They weren't exactly pure and innocent, nor had they felt timid and soft. Those were passionate kisses of two people in love who were already in an established relationship. Those were heady tongue-kisses of lovers, who were heavily, intimately craving to share sexual pleasures with one another. The fervent kisses between us had felt so genuine, so damn familiar and arousing. They were lifting both of us high up beyond words and each one of those felt so good. Warm skin, wet tongue, saliva mixing, breaths full of anticipation mingling together, demanding soft lips kneading against another, accompanied by our trembling legs as they intertwined to grind our groins sensually to set more pleasures between us aflame... alone the thought of the things we could have done tonight if we hadn't been interrupted makes me so incredibly horny. I think I'm about to implode and die here from blood loss alone, seriously.
A yearning moan escapes me and I can't stop my hands from traveling down further along my body in longing for Noct's touch once more. Everything tingles and burns in all the right places. I don't want those intense feelings to end anytime soon. I'm sweating, my limbs are shaking. My chest, among other parts of my body, feels ready to burst. It's like I'm about to turn delirious from all the heat and need inside. Noct caught me totally off guard this evening and he left me completely mind blown with an unquenchable thirst to experience so much more.
If I remember right, it's his turn to shower and I guess he might already have an inkling of how much I would want to go back there, unhinge that damn caravan door and throw it somewhere far behind me as I march my way straight up to the shower stall and then rip the flimsy shower curtain off to tackle his glorious body. Goddess, I would let him do anything with my overstimulated body, I don't care what, as long as we both pass out in orgasmic bliss after. I'm completely serious.
I swallow dryly as I glance up into the starry night sky above.
Noct...
I wish he would have followed me here. I've never felt like this for anyone before, I crave more of him, more of his soft, hot skin, more of the deep kisses that blew my mind away this evening, more of everything.
Noct, please...
I stare with longing into the darkness, eyes fixed on the glimming lights of the Coernix gas station, hoping like a fool that he might appear any moment in front of me.
With another yearning groan, I hide my heated cheeks with my hands, my fluttering heart still racing, my inhales and exhales of breath still harsh from the blazing longing for some kind of completion. I really need to give myself a few moments to calm the hell down, else I fear to completely succumb to this madness.
Am I in heat or something? Honestly, my body feels like it's on fire. What's gotten into me? How in the world does anyone expect me to sleep tonight, continuing to share a bed together with Noct in the caravan as if nothing special had happened between us?! That's insane. There will be no room to escape touching each other whenever one of us rolls over in sleep, and make no mistake, I truly will die with want if Noct touches me ever so slightly. I'll personally tackle him in his sleep and demand to blissfully ravish each other, consequences be damned. I won't even care if Ignis or Gladio were to witness one of the most embarrassing moments in my entire life tonight.
Whatever it is that Noct woke up inside of me today, I can't contain it. I'm not able to hold all the intense emotions back for too long. Neither of us would be able to stop if one of us were to make a move on each other tonight, and... the funny yet scary thing is, I may know the reason why.
That is, I keep a big secret from everyone. With big, I mean there's a lot to explain.
A few weeks ago, some strange dreams began to haunt me at night. At first, it was just a dream version of myself, protecting Noct from some kind of a dangerous, blurry situation. Some serious stuff. But then, as more days passed, the dreams changed in flavor. Or to be more specific, Noct and I became lovers in those dreams.
What I've witnessed there, is now responsible for falling completely head over heels in love with Noct in real life. I found myself wishing to experience the same life as my counterpart did in my dreams, and then suddenly, those dreams grew night after night more intense, incredibly sensual and erotic. It didn't take me long to understand that someone wanted me to witness those experiences and to learn from them.
The dreams I dream each night ever since then, carry an important message. Somebody allowed me to glimpse into... well, what exactly? Were they memories of a distant past life? Were they a parallel reality? Or perhaps glimpses of a possible future? Visions? I'm not sure, but whoever this person might be, they want me to become aware of a profound detail regarding Noct's health. Something that made me speechless as soon as I realized the true meaning.
Noct and myself have known each other for a long time. What I can say for sure now is, those dreams have achieved to drastically change my platonic perception of him in an instant. No longer was I able to keep apart the Noct version of my dreams, to whom the version of myself in those dreams made the most intense love, from the Noct version living in this reality. Both had merged overnight as one. Thanks to that, my awakened emotions toward him now go beyond anything I've ever felt and it took me many weeks to work out on my own how to react to the sudden, fierce attraction. I felt unsure if I should allow myself to react in any way at all, because I didn't want to jeopardize our precious friendship.
I may be a reckless guy, but I'm not totally clueless. I noticed Noct's unconscious reactions to my teasing advances even before he himself did. He told me once, that he's awake most of the time at night, which has to do with him suffering insomnia since childhood, and ever since he and I sleep in such close proximity, I've also became aware how much he likes to watch me sleep each night. This was the moment and the catalyst for me, which encouraged me to flirt in a more blatant manner with him. I felt hopeful that he might feel the same attraction and connection as I do. And well... the heated events from today were certainly proof enough of that.
But I'm rambling, so back to that important lesson that I learned from those dreams. Today a significant power (yeah, Ignis has rubbed off on me some of his smart sounding vocabulary) residing inside Noct has permanently woken up from its deep sleep. I could feel Noct's mysterious powers resonate within me the instant he wrapped his arms around me a few hours ago. It seems that the ability to manipulate his magic at will has been awakened the moment he and I were ready to act on our mutual attraction and desires.
Thus, thanks to those dreams I've had, I found out only recently that this strong connection between Noct and myself has an important purpose hidden behind the pleasure we both seek. Sexual energy replenishes his depleted magical powers instantly.
At least from my narrow perception so far, I can understand that once Noct's magical energy had been absorbed, for instance, after having summoned the mystical Phantom weapons to protect himself or to fight, Noct is either sleepy and tired beyond help, or in most cases completely knocked out for days. It seems until now, the only normal way for him to fill up his magic resources had been by resting his body while sleeping deeply. But ironically, deep and replenishing sleep escapes his grasp most of the time because of his illness.
When I further thought about Noct's inability to sleep tight, I suddenly remembered something. I once stumbled over an ancient book (yeah do imagine, I like to read) about ancient sexual magic, and there I read that every living being who has a consciousness in this world needs life force to properly function. This life force, also called etheric energy, is the same as what we here in Lucis call magic. Whenever conscious beings share a sexual act with another, they always accumulate some of their combined life force. By experiencing an orgasm, this life force gets released into the upper realms. It depends on the intent behind their sexual act, whether a soul will be born physically into this world, or if a higher consciousness absorbs this life force to nourish and keep their own energy bodies alive. I know, this sounds crazy, but the latter is what Noct's Phantom weapons are in truth doing. They eat Noct's life force steadily away and thus, an unsolvable problem arises. His body and mind isn't able to replenish his life force as fast as he needs to in order to stay healthy.
So this is what those dreams have taught me so far. There is something inside of me, a strange power of my own that I never knew I had, which resonates and allows me to bond with Noct's own magic powers on a deeper level to support and replenish his life force so that he can stay constantly energized. By sharing sexual pleasures and release with another, my own life force will be absorbed by Noct's powers like a sponge and it'll get stored inside of him to empower his magical core.
As soon as I could put two and two together, which at first was absolutely mind-boggling to me, it became clear that this option would have on Noct's life and well-being major improvements. His illness would completely stop to plague him and he'll even become a lot more powerful with time.
I'm not a healer, but my gut tells me this could be the only cure for Noct to no longer suffer the negative side effects of his inheritance. As I've lived in such a close proximity to him for so many years, I inevitably noticed the connection between his inability to sleep, the unusual tiredness and the constant low life energy as his powers continue to demand more and more from him each day. All those symptoms go hand in hand.
Well, and as I just explained, this is where I seem to come in. Acting as a compatible partner, to help Noct manipulate his own life energy and to ground him, to keep him alive.
This is the message all my intense dreams have given me. That's it. My big secret.
Probably some things might be pure speculation on my part, leaving much room for improvement. But I'm sure there is something deeper to this, something which I can't figure out on my own. But this is at least one possible explanation. I might not be as smart as Ignis, but I get where Noct's inheritance comes from, as his powers reach far back over many generations, and now, thanks to those dreams, or maybe even memories, I finally can relate to and be a part of at least one piece of his destiny...
So, back to my previous problem, the one with Noct and me sleeping almost on top of each other and what we obviously won't be able to avoid tonight.
First problem, the tight space on the caravan's beds. The second problem, Gladio and Ignis, both sleeping in our immediate proximity. The third one, as long as Noct and I are stuck in this situation without the car (stupid me), we can never be alone (in a hotel room), or at least be alone long enough for us to find the release we both crave and need.
What can I do?
A loud, exasperated sigh escapes me. I almost wish Noct and I hadn't kissed nor made out this evening at all, because now that I know what it feels like to be ravished by him, I suddenly want so much more of the same...
The truth is, I truly wish to help him. To imagine him fully awake in the day and fast asleep at night, and to imagine him having full access to unlimited magic power, is definitely more than worth for me to pursue such mutual pleasures with him. All those years before, I was just happy to stay by his side, I felt and still feel honored to be one of his closest friends, to have been adopted into the close circle of his royal family. I would for nothing in the world want to risk to bring this profound bond between us to ruins only because of some cheap feelings of lust. But now, after those relentless dreams successfully made me yearn and crave for Noct in ways that go beyond anything I've ever known, especially after I understood the true message of those mysterious dreams, I can rest assured in my knowledge (as meager as it might be at the moment) that what I feel for him is definitely real and pure.
I fell completely head over heels in love with Noct and I think he feels the same for me, the look inside his beautiful eyes this evening told me that much, even if he doesn't understand yet where this strong connection between us might originally stem from.
Because he and I already know each other from the inside out, I guess we can forego all the dating stuff. There is no need for us to get to know each other better, nor is there any time or place for us to be all alone and do romantic things together, not when we are on the run from dangerous enemies. So, it's only natural for us, to crave the consummation of this connection as soon as possible. I'm not usually one to think negatively like that, but realistically speaking, who knows for how long we will be able to stay alive in this war... we need to make the most out of it and live our daily lives to the fullest. Now that we've made out so heavily, it's quite obvious, that deep inside, Noct feels the same urgency to seal our bond as I do.
How to proceed? Maybe I should talk with someone about those dreams. I'm sure that Ignis would be able to find a reasonable explanation. Yeah, I can see myself getting some valuable help from him. I can only hope that he'll be open minded enough to listen to my crazy ideas.
Having now found a temporary solution to my most pressing predicament, small Prom, who currently strains and is still aroused beyond help, pulses and stands up for attention, loudly pleading for release. Which brings me back to the amazing make-out session with Noct before.
A heady rush of arousal makes me groan out and I slightly hit the back of my head on the tree behind me a few times in utter frustration with myself.
Hell, I won't lie, right now I need Noct so damn much to finish what he started it hurts... my body just can't seem to calm down. Doing it myself seems like cheating to me, so all thoughts of masturbation vanish even before they can manifest in my mushy brain.
Maybe thinking about the events of Niflheim versus Lucis might help out to cool off. At least temporarily. I sincerely hope it will, else I'll melt right here underneath this tree from the terrible heat inside of me and no potions or remedy Ignis possibly comes up with will be able to bring me back to the living.
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Some time later, I finally feel confident enough to quietly walk back to the place where Ignis cooks our evening supper. Gladio seems to have some important conversation with everyone, relating our battle strategy for tomorrow, so I run the last steps to arrive in time to hear the important parts of it, careful not to stumble over my own feet again as I sit down on the empty chair beside Noct.
I'm a masochist. It seems I absolutely love to torture myself, I should have sat on the other empty chair.
Oh for Goddess' sake, please, somebody have mercy with me. Noct's overwhelming presence, as expected, is instantly exciting me again, heating up every single cell in my body. The flames of renewed arousal frolic around my body like furious fireworks. Now that Noct has showered as well, he looks and smells ready to be devoured, and vice versa. Has he any idea of how much I'd love to just jump straight on his lap to smooch the hell out of his smiling lips right now? Probably not. He's thankfully and blissfully unaware of my dirty thoughts as he continues his light banter with Gladio.
To sit so close to him is pure bliss and pure torture simultaneously. I suddenly can feel the power emanating from his skin, the force greeting me with pleasant shocks of arousal, caressing my skin in answer to my secret desires. It calls for me, enticing me, telling me to merge with it. Everything about this power of his feels incredibly familiar to me, it's almost uncanny... But as long as Noct and I didn't talk about, nor figured out the true meaning of this connection, I won't give in. It's one thing to allow hot making-out sessions to happen, but it's an entirely different thing to merge intimately with the power residing inside of him to allow us to manipulate each others life forces.
To distract myself, I join the conversation, or at least I try to keep up with it, because Noct's heady presence right next to me makes it very hard for me to follow. From the corner of my eyes, I can see how Noct leans forward, and my eyes can't help but follow his entire form, hungrily drinking in the sight of how his lean muscles on his back ripple through his dark shirt as he bends down, how his sun-kissed arm reaches for a branch lying on the ground, how his beautiful hand grasps said branch firmly into his palm and how he plays with those long, lean fingers around it as if it were my- phew, okay, I feel small Prom react vehemently to those not so innocent images in my head and I definitely need to stop myself here before I do something stupid, like unconsciously tackling his body to the ground to rub myself on him like a cat in heat.
I shake my head to get that seducing image out of my head, not aware that Noct glances every so often in my direction.
Gulping down some fresh air, I force myself to look the other way, at Ignis, who just now has finished cooking. I watch how he serves each one of us a plate with a healthy portion of this evening's meal.
Let me tell you, the meal smells absolutely heavenly and because of it my stomach grumbles loudly in hunger. Everyone starts to chuckle as soon as they hear that, and I can only grin back at them somewhat embarrassed. To divert their focus, I quickly wish everyone to enjoy their meal before I allow myself to tuck in the food with gusto.
We spend some time eating in relative peace and silence, complimenting Ignis on his cooking skills a few times in between. It's clear that today's battles have been almost bone crushing for everyone, and it's obvious that the tiredness is going to force each one of us to go to bed early.
Well, once again, my eyes do whatever they want to, and my gaze wanders without my conscious permission over to Noct. Heaven help me, I fear I'm obsessed with him, that can't be healthy how often I feel drawn to watch him like a love-sick puppy. He even manages to look utterly attractive while eating. My eyes are fixed on his jaw as he continues to chew and swallow his food and I barely notice how my mouth hangs slightly open like an idiot, completely entranced by everything he does. His Adam's apple moves up and down with each swallow and it might be my imagination only, but his powers seem to flare up, reacting to my secret desires again as if they are trying to jump over to me and I imagine his skin glowing brightly all of a sudden, but once I feel compelled to glance into his eyes, those gorgeous grey-blue eyes of his , they suddenly find me and trap me under their seducing gaze.
Oh crap! Noct just caught me staring.
All right Prom, don't panic. Focus, eat. Now.
I feel my face grow hot and I exhale a sharp breath of embarrassement while scolding myself for losing myself into Noct's essence once again, so I better pull my eyes away for them to stay firmly on my own plate so that I can finish the delicious meal in front of me.
To my luck, I rack my brain and am able to find a good distraction, so I quickly ask the strategic and smart cook, "By the way, Ignis, did you work out a solution to trap the Behemoth tomorrow?"
Ignis' face looks thoughtful, but then he chews and then swallows down his food before answering softly, "Yes, but it's not complete yet. We would have to take some risks and chances. The final part of the trap will be decided upon the area the beast is retreating back to for sleep."
"Heh, I see. You never fail to amaze me at how fast you find loopholes. You know, thanks to your delicious meal I feel like I could take the, uh, Adaman-something head on. What was the name of the big-mountain-whatever-thing we saw a few days ago again, the huge turtle that almost swallowed us up when we entered the Duscae region?" I furrow my eye brows in thought.
Gladio, blessed be his memory, steps immediately in for help, "Adamantoise. Yeah, it's hard for me to admit, but I wager to say you could even win the battle. Comparing your mouth to the creature's mouth, well, I'd like to think the winner should be pretty obvious."
We all start to laugh out loud at his fitting jab to my rambling self.
"I have to give it to you, you got me good this time," I chuckle, punching his arm playfully. "But I can give just as much back. Have you finally asked Cidney out?"
Gladio immediately chokes on his food, coughing a few times before staring at me wide-eyed. "Had I been that obvious?"
Noct rolls his eyes, saying dryly, "No, not at all. Only as obvious as your appreciative glances at her womanly curves can be."
"Only as obvious as your constant chatter about her," adds Ignis immediately, his voice sounding just as dry. "Now that the cat is out of the bag, maybe you'll finally gather some courage to do something to win her heart."
I agree with Noct and Ignis eagerly, nodding my head and grinning brightly from one ear to another. I can't stop myself from teasing Gladio some more, "Yep, go and get her, tiger."
Gladio stutters, splutters on some of his food while trying to salvage some of his manly pride and we all start to laugh at the funny and somewhat adorable expression of love on his face.
As my laughter subsides, I push back my bangs, because the strands of my hair are tickling my nose. So this action is ideal for me to sneak a yearning peek at Noct through my fingers. Would I be a girl, I would definitely start to swoon at the sight of him. Laughing and smiling is very becoming for him. This is why I tease him so often, to see this breathtaking side of him as often as possible.
Noct is beautiful. Not exactly a word you would directly say to a guy in this day and age, but, good looking does not suffice to describe the level of beauty he exudes to me. Add to this his charming side, the one that I oftentimes manage to tickle forth from his ingrained mannered behavior, a delectable and fit body, beautiful formed hands (I love being touched by his hands). Very soft, dark and glossy hair (knowing from experience), those grey-blue eyes (to which I immediately felt drawn the first time I saw him) and those soft lips that are just begging to be kissed (which I did previously and want more of the same). A wicked sense of humor, a big, compassionate heart, and his raw power, which is currently drumming and pulsing and calling for me to submit to it's alluring promises...
As if reading my mind, Noct glances again in my direction, catching me off guard with those beautiful eyes of his. I wonder what he thinks of me now that he caught me a second time staring at him. The fire crackling in front of us highlights his regal, aesthetic features on his face, taking my breath completely away.
Hell... I yearn to kiss and taste him again. So badly.
Avoiding his eyes, my trembling fingers grip the empty plate in my hands hard, the desire to touch him rises once again on blazing levels. I need to stand up to occupy myself with something. With anything. So I take my empty plate and intend to go inside the caravan to scrub it clean in the sink installed there.
I can only imagine how tired Ignis must be, that's why I like to help him out whenever I can. He does so much for us, so I at least can only try to give a little bit back. Cleaning the dishes afterward has become my self assigned role, it gives me a good feeling to be of help to everyone. I get a thankful smile from Ignis in return when I walk around his chair with the intent to collect everyone's empty plates.
But as soon as I stand in front of the object of my vicious, boiling hot desires, I almost trip over Noct's feet in my haste, trying to ignore his warm fingers touching mine. I can feel for a few seconds how his thumb gently caresses the back of my hand and my eyes glance up straight into his own intense ones. Which in hindsight I shouldn't have done, because the smoldering look in them makes me lose my shaky grip on the plates in a shock of sharp pleasure. I jump in my own skin when I hear the empty plates clatter down on his feet.
But before I can do anything, Noct already bends down to pick them up. Once he places them back into my shaky hands, his fingers resuming to caress the back of my hands in gentle but heated movements, I know that I'm not dreaming when his gorgeous eyes catch mine to eat me alive. My entire body screams to throw caution to the wind and just kiss him senseless.
Goddess in Heaven or whoever you are, please, can Noct and I please go somewhere and do something about the heady sexual tension between the two of us? Because I swear I'm about to melt or die on the spot if he touches me one more time.
After some long seconds of awkward silence, Gladio starts talking about the car, joking about some guys that were staring at Cidney earlier today and how he himself scared the crap out of them. I join the laughter for a bit, but then excuse myself quickly into the safety of the caravan.
I close the door behind me and then lean against it for a long minute to let a shaky breath out.
Heaven... my skin tingles everywhere like crazy and it feels so damn sensitive right now, it's like each gentle caress of Noct's hands could make me come in my pants instantly. It's getting embarrassing how turned on I am because of him tonight, I swear I have no control over myself whatsoever.
My eyes land immediately on the only two existing beds inside. One is intended for Gladio and Ignis, and the other one for Noct and myself.
Yeah, without a doubt, this night will be a torture of massive proportions.
I seriously ponder about changing places to sleep on the other bed, either next to Gladio (who would crush me into the wall like a fly, probably) or next to Ignis (his long legs would take up most of the bedside and throw me off the bed, I'm sure of it).
Nope, to both options.
Setting the plates aside at the small table near the sink, I start the water flowing, adding some dish soap which smells of citrus, and then I wait for the sink to fill up. I place the plates into the hot water to let them soak in a bit. As I wait for a while, I hear laughter from the outside and a gentle smile appears on my face.
I simply love hearing my childhood friends have some fun. They deserve every second of happiness, no matter how small, especially after the whole Niflheim fiasco, which happened in our city over a week ago...
To outsiders of Lucis I seem to be incapable of being serious. They think I'm loud, that I fidget here and there without any real purpose in life. They say I'm a simpleton with a clumsy character. They call me "the rebel", "the foreign kid". They fear of how one day I will corrupt Prince Noctis with my irresponsible acts and distract him from his duties as a future King.
And you know what?
They can go fuck themselves several times over. (Noct's words, not mine.)
In the night immediately after Niflheim invasion, leaving a destroyed Insomnia behind, Noct, Ignis, Gladio and myself did run away into hinding. We entered the Duscae region for the first time to look for a temporary, safe place.
At that time, Noct's hands were bound. Revenge was high on his list, but on that night, defeat did take his emotional and mental state almost down. When I saw the sheer pain which almost ate up his sanity, crying, like I've never seen him do before, screaming out his anger at Ignis, cursing the world for his loss of the person he loved the most, the loss of his father, hell... I did cry along with him, sitting on the ground farther back into the shadows, having been careful to not interrupt their serious discussion.
But then, suddenly everything quickly escalated. I've never seen Noct that furious before. The whole area around us was quaking, trembling with his immense power. The ground below us had been shaking, trees were falling down, this furious force inside of him threatened to destroy everything and anyone who ever dared to lay a finger on him. His red glowing eyes have never glown that brightly before as they had on that sad, intense night.
It was this moment, where for the first time in my life, I started to fear him. Not exactly fearing Noct the human himself, but rather fear of the alien force residing inside of him. I no longer saw his powers as something, but as someone. I understood, that they had a consciousness of their own and its attachment on Noct's soul might be related to ancient contracts between humans and higher beings. It was then, that for the first time, I was able to witness with my very own eyes, how overpowering and all-consuming this alien force could be when unleashed to its full potential.
And I understood, that this fear that I felt that night was actually for Noct himself. I was afraid of the power, which was constantly consuming the life out of Noct that night, and this fear compelled me to sit up and to walk to where he stood. Like in a trance, my heart and my body moved on their own, while my brain screamed at me to stop.
Noct was still furious, very much resembling a wild animal, his arms articulating wildly around his body as he screamed and cried out his deep pain.
My heart did go out for him. Before I realized what was happening, my arms moved forward, and when they reached him, they embraced his chest tenderly from behind.
His rage and anger stopped.
Everything around us calmed down. As if my presence, or touch, cancelled his powers out.
After that moment, nobody said a word. We just retreated in silence for the night back into our tent. And there, I held Noct all night long in my arms, while he cried himself to sleep, completely spent.
Over a week has past since then. We all still have not spoken about the things that had occured that night.
But at least I can understand now why it was me, the one who could accomplish what I had back then. I shudder at the thought of what might have happened to Noct, if I hadn't been there for him at that time...
Shaking myself out from my depressing thoughts, I take one plate out of the sink and start to scrub it clean with a wet towel, listening how outside of the caravan Ignis places his kitchen utensils aside, how Gladio folds up the chairs and table, and how Noct places them away one by one where they belong. This moment feels as if this has already become a routine for us. I'm kind of proud of everyone, proud that we managed to survive the aftermath of the destruction as well as we did. I'm honest to Eos glad, that we all have this hope, this faith in ourselves that we can still change something. That not all is lost.
A childish wish appears in my mind all of a sudden. For all of us to never be apart. For this bond and connection between us to last even beyond death.
Well, so far I managed to distract myself successfully, but now I have nothing else that can hold off my heart to start beating madly again. I have nothing else left to distract me with, nothing that can hold off the inevitable.
Sharing the bed with Noct tonight.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I so badly want to share the narrow bed with him. Very, very badly.
It's just... Ignis and Gladio still don't know about the things which transpired between Noct and myself earlier, and neither has the time come to share this with both of them. Am I being selfish? Because everything is still so fresh and new, I want to have this experience all for myself first, only for a little bit longer.
I wash and clean the remaining plates until they glimmer brightly under the artificial light and then I stop to take another towel to dry them off of any water residues. With a heartfelt sigh full of longing, I pat off my hands on the towel to dry them up as well.
Noct...
But then, completely unexpected, all of a sudden the caravan's door opens swiftly and closes quietly afterward.
My heart leaps almost out of my mouth. Without turning around, I already can feel the familiar presence of Noct's powers reaching out to me. In an instant my whole body grows rigid with eager anticipation, goosebumps raising every single hair on my body. I don't dare to turn around, fearing that once I do, I'll not be able to hold my desires back.
But... neither does Noct make a move, nor does he make a sound.
Honestly, my heart just can't take all the excitement of today anymore, and I mean it. I wonder in passing why I'm still standing. Why didn't my body faint already from all the arousing overstimulation it had to and still continues to endure?
Noct's alluring presence stays unmoving and I swallow wetly, squeezing my eyes shut while still waiting for something to happen. Anything.
Long seconds and minutes are flying by, all muscles in my body wound up to a high pitch of pure sexual tension.
But still nothing happens.
I think to myself that, well, if Noct came in here with the intention to initiate something, he would already have done so. He's not the type to hesitate as his earlier actions already indicates.
So I better turn myself around to finally face him. I confess to be dissapointed, nothing happened between us. Not even a very tiny, small and sweet kiss. I prepare myself for the longing and torture to wreak havoc inside of me once again all night as I smile at him and start to talk about the-, oh damn, the towel in my hands flutters on the floor.
Rolling my eyes at my clumsy and nervous self, I bend down to pick the soft and damp material up.
In an instant, I feel Noct almost throw himself at me, grabbing my shoulders in a firm grip to pull me firmly to his body, and I let out a surprised gasp of pleasure when he crushes his demanding lips against mine. I reply with a restrained groan to his need, because I don't know where Ignis and Gladio are at this moment and I fear that they could hear us. But Noct is so damn passionate, so intense with his captivating open-mouthed kisses, that I can't help myself but get louder. His wet and delicious tongue reaches down every part of my mouth while my saliva escapes as my jaw goes slack with want and I submit to his overpowering desire.
Not long after, we need air to breathe and so we stop the ferocious tongue kisses to take a short pause to breathe properly. Without hesitating, Noct uses this opportunity to place his hands on my butt, lifting me up on the surface of the small kitchen counter, and pushes me with a delicious force against the wall behind me. With a raspy groan of his own, he eagerly leans into me, groin pressed against groin, our cloth covered hard arousals aligning. A mewling sound of delight escapes me and I move my arms up in a desperate attempt to hold on to something, but before I can find an object, he captures with one hand both of my own firmly and then he proceeds to hold them high up above my head, gently but stronly pressed against the wall, while his harsh breaths of arousal tickle my face with promises for more pleasures to come.
"Noct," I whisper his name against his lips, desperate for him to continue.
As if reading my mind, he tears my shirt suddenly apart with his free hand and, Goddess in heaven, he starts licking, kissing, biting, nipping on my throat, making love to my neck, nipples, skin, everywhere he can reach with his hot demanding lips. Hell, can a human being possibly die of pleasure? Because this is what I fear might happen to me any minute now!
I can't stop an eager moan to come out, I just can't be silent anymore, not when he rubs his groin against mine like that and not when I see how much this act seems to drive Noct even wilder. In an abrupt motion, he lets go of my captured hands to take me hastingly into his arms and he suddenly pulls me down from the counter. I sense his intention, so I circle my legs around his hips impatiently as soon as he moves us a few steps further inside into the caravan. Throwing me on the soft bed which stands behind me, I groan out loud in blissful rapture as he leans the entire length of his firm body down on me. Finally, my hands are able to get a proper feel of him! My hands quiver, touching eagerly, fondling every bit of skin and muscle I am able to reach as we resume kissing in the most consuming and pleasurable way. All soft tongue, wet, hot, desperate and intense.
How long have I been waiting for this day to happen...
Nature forces us to take one moment to catch our breath again. As we look into each others eyes, the blatant love and desire between us makes me completely lightheaded.
Noct looks imploringly into my eyes, seeking for something specific, which it seems he found because he then proceeds to undress my pants, knowing full well that I don't wear anything else underneath. I gasp at the rough fabric as it brushes over my aroused and sensitive skin, the cool air slightly soothing the unbearable heat that I feel, my heart pounding wildly at the thought of him touching me intimately any minute now. My pants, socks and boots are gone in a flash, and Noct suddenly holds onto my naked butt and his lips open wide and, to all that is holy to me, the pleasure is just too much! I can't think, can't breathe!
My back arches and I groan out deeply for more as I feel the wet warmth surrounding my cock, his tongue doing the most sensual things to my oversensitive flesh and his mouth sucking practically my brain out of my skull. Every single shock of pleasure makes my toes curl in the most delicious way possible and I honestly fear to open my eyes in order to see Noct doing all those lecherous and wonderful things to me right now. I fear that this might turn out to be only a dream.
It's somewhat embarrassing, but having my body that aroused and overstimulated already, I can't, I just can't hold off my climax any longer...
"Noct!" I try to warn him that I'm about to come and I pull with my hand slightly against his soft hair.
I can only moan in relief and disappointment as he lets go of my fully engorged member all of a sudden, only for him to tightly fist his slick hand around it, holding off my urge to climax while looking at me intently, watching me breath frantically and then licking over his own sexy lips once.
I feel faint. Eos! If Noct is this intense now, how much more intense will he be once we make love for the first time?
A delightful shudder goes through me and I stretch my arms above my head, writhing under his caressing hands, savouring the mad feelings he instills everywhere inside. Heaven, my mouth already waters at the thought of returning the favor.
I'm staring at him, I know. But the obvious buldge in front of his groin makes me all excited, but just when I want to stand up from my lying position to reach out to his hips, Noct leans down to fully cover my body again, pushing me back deep into the soft mattress under me to kiss my breath away for a short moment. I taste myself a bit on his tongue and curiously, this arouses me more than I would have thought it would do. Groaning softly against my lips, Noct holds himself up to better look into my eyes, breathing heavily.
His cheeks are flushed a gorgeous red from arousal, his body keeps trembling with tremors of want and I just wish to rip his clothes off to finally see and touch every bit of naked skin that lies underneath the leather. I'm completely naked and he has still everything on. That's not fair!
The forefinger of his beautiful right hand, which right now shakes a little bit, caresses a tender trail over my eyebrows, down to my temple and over my cheek, then slowly trailing over my swollen and slightly open lips. His thumb strokes in a shy but ardent way over my bottom lip, pushing on it with the tip, and my lips open themselves with answering desire. His eyes seem to blaze aflame when my tongue slides outward to seduce his thumb further into my mouth. He gasps softly, biting his gorgeous lips in wonder as his captivating gaze never leaves my lips. I swear, this is such an erotic moment between us...
But then, I see him barely holding himself back, and I wonder why? His immense need to have me is unmistakable from the dark and intense look inside of his grey-blue eyes. Is he afraid of crossing some invisible line? Some nonexistent limit?
Pondering this puzzle for a minute, I continue to pleasure his fore finger for now, and when he visibly flinches, as if having just been burnt by my eager tongue, I finally get it.
Noct is afraid of something. Possibly battling with himself over his urge to just take what he desires without any restraint. He worries his beautiful head over what's right and wrong.
Eos, I love him. I truly love him, but if we stop here this evening, I probably will impale myself without any lubrication on him just to get my mad desire for him across!
As my intention grows to follow through with those lewd thoughts of mine, my left hand already reaches for his groin to cup his hard cock through his trousers, my half-lidded eyes throwing lascivious looks at him as my lips catch his fore and middle finger this time, gently biting with my teeth on his skin and pulling them deeper into my mouth with long drawn, seducing movements, sucking oh so slowly and licking with the tip of my tongue around them over and over in simulation of what I would want to do to his cock, hoping that he gets my point and finally does something.
"Noct, please!" I whisper against his wet fingers. Inhaling sharply as he starts to rub himself on my hand, my body gets that heavily turned on that right now that I don't care what kind of joining we have, loving or fucking, soft or hard, from the front or from behind, on the floor or out in the open for everyone to see. I seriously don't give a damn. Hell, as long as we get down to business I'm all good.
While sucking the damp skin almost off from his finger, there is finally a conscious reaction from him. A low warning growl and then, Noct finally lets me observe how much my seducing ministrations affects his body, his eyes darkening, his breath speeding up as he pushes his cock harder against the palm of my hand. He closes his beautiful, feary eyes firmly, furrowing his sexy eyebrows as if being deeply troubled by his decision, beads of perspiration appearing on his forehead as he gasps once for air, and all of this happens while I still continue to play with my wicked tongue around his erogenous and already abused fingers some more.
Damn it Noct, I can't wait, I want you!
As if reading my mind, he seems to snap out of it, clearly not caring for his set limitations anymore. Having reached a final decision, at once I feel Noct lifting my hips up to firmly turn me around and I cry out completely surprised when I face the pillow instead.
What is he doing?
I take a curious, eager look behind my shoulder, but what I see there makes me almost come then and there! Absolutely nothing compares to the raw hunger which I can clearly identify inside those beautiful eyes of his! I try to swallow down a keen sound which desperately wants to leave my throat. Is there such a thing like fucking someone with one's eyes? Because, dear Eos in heaven, this is what Noct does to me right now!
"Noct!" I cry out for him, my hand already sneaking down my body because I can't hold off from touching myself anymore. Feeling anguished with anticipation, my head turns back to let my forehead rest on the soft pillow below, squeezing my eyes tightly shut only this time to find myself panting with an overwhelming need, my head reeling and heady, my body hot and ready only from the sheer thought alone of Noct penetrating me any time now.
Not one moment later, I feel him spread my upper legs apart, lifting my hips up in a swift but firm movement, and then Noct does something absolutely unbelievable to me. Something wet wiggles against my entrance, diving his wicked tongue in small, short and spearing movements against the ring of muscles until they get pliant under his pleasureable ministrations and allow him further access.
Hell, I won't lie, right now I am sobbing, writhing on the sheets as I push back in an eager attempt to feel his hot tongue deeper inside, clutching at the pillow as firmly as I can and completely forgetting my surroundings!
Noct explores hungrily, the tip of his tongue traces the sensitive area many, many times, wetting every bit of skin with his saliva, lapping and licking and his lips sucking, and hell! He breaches my entrance simultaneously with a slick finger to almost pierce me into the mattress with quick thrusts, rubbing against something inside that gets me moaning in longing for more. I somehow fail to hold onto the sheets for my dear life, my hands trying to hold onto the headboard or anywhere, really, because I feel like losing the thread to this reality in a rapid manner from pleasure overload! Never in a million years would I have imagined Noct doing something lewd and almost forbidden like this. I never knew that having his tongue and finger penetrating me like that would feel so amazing. It's turning me on like nothing before and I'm about to combust!
Just when I thought it doesn't get any better, he adds a second finger and as soon as he continues to rub that ultra-sensitive place inside of me, I let out a guttural, deep groan, biting my lower lip shockingly at the embarrassing tone of my voice. This was not my voice, or was it?
As if needing to hear this raspy sound again, Noct intensifies his passionate ministrations, pushing the tip of his tongue inside even harder, this time as far as his tongue can reach in, then pushes out, then in, then out again, his thrusts of his fingers getting faster and harder and I almost scream in rapture when one of his hands grasps my leaking cock to stroke it once, twice, and I finally reach the climax my body and mind craved for all day!
The shocking orgasm is almost painful in its intensity, stealing everything from me, my breath, my voice, my eyesight! Nothing else remains, only the quivering shocks of intense pleasure that are overwhelming me into giving in to fainting. My hot body shivers like crazy, I see stars infront of my eyes and the immense pleasure just doesn't stop, because Noct's unique powers seem to be assisting him in doing more than just licking and kissing me everywhere at once. His ministrations feel like an ongoing, nonstopping orgasm, and I can only lie there helplessly on the sheets under him, unmoving but still shaking and groaning in bliss, because all of this is too good, and too much... and with this last thought of my delirious mind, I finally give in for the unconsciousness to take me.
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To be continued.