AN: Hey guys,
thanks for reading my story so far :). I am actually flashed to have so many visitors from so many different countries reading this story. I am truly glad and it is boosting my confidence in writing better and better for all of you.
ben4kevin: hey, thanks, glad you liked the previous chapter :)! Please enjoy this one as well.
LisAlice: lol, yes, the stasis is fully explained now, haha. And shame over SE to delete the Naga-part in the cave. But I loved to write that scene, Noct coming to the rescue *swoon*. Thank you so much for your compliments! It makes me want to become better :D. And wow, the whole sky, really? You make me blush, girl! But yes, the cave-part is one of my personal favorites as well. Please look forward to the next chapters as the story progresses :). Enjoy, my dear.
Warning: yaoi (m/m sex)
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Chapter 6: The Archeans - Part One
I do not know how long Prompto and I were lying on the grassy ground, savouring each others warmth and feelings. His head is placed comfortably on my chest, his right arm and leg embracing me as if claiming me as his own and never wanting to let go of my body ever again. A soft smile appears on my face. No more shirts clutching tightly at night for him. He now has a real Noct to cuddle with.
My right hand is caressing through his still wet strands of hair, slightly massaging the skin there and I can hear him purring softly in pleasure. And with my left hand I hold his own into mine, making gentle patterns with my thumb on his skin. We are drenched in sweat and dirt from all the fighting, exhausted as hell of the passionate activities from before. But truly, this is one of the best moments of our lives and I close my eyes for one moment, smiling in deep gratitude.
As we listen to the beautiful sounds of secluded nature around us, a wispy breeze is caressing us from above, the late afternoon sunlight only barely reaching the lower parts of the clearing, highlighting the vegetation around us in soft spots of orange light, the wisps of fog giving the surroundings an almost fairytale-like touch. It is leaving some leaves and branches of the exotic plants above us to give off delicate, otherworldy shadows underneath them.
I marvel at the beauty around us. At the beauty that is enveloping my heart and soul at this very moment, having Prompto at my side.
So this is what true love feels like.
My heart is so full with overcoming impressions, I feel so content, so bittersweet inside and still yearn for more of the same. It is almost painful to bear. I have never felt like this. Such bliss.
I let out a deep, satisfied sigh.
If it wouldn't be so cold down here, and if Prompto weren't as chilled to the bone as I think he is, I would let us fall asleep here. So I shake him slightly and whisper in a soft voice at him: "Prom, come, let's stand up."
He is hiding his face into the fabric of my shirt, the sound of his voice muffled because of it. "Hnnh... I don't want to." Now he is embracing me tighter, taking a deep breath of my scent and moaning lightly, crossing his legs through mine, not wanting to leave my side for the world.
I give out a chuckle when I see his pouting face. "I do not want to leave either, but we need to get ourselves clean and warm you up, or else you catch a cold. As tired as I think Gladio and Ignis are as well, we should probably look for a resting place in this area and rest ourselves for the time being. In this condition we are of no threat for the big cat at all."
He is moving up a little to look down at my smiling face and leaning his hands on my chest for support. The sated look in his eyes is so becoming to him. Flushing cheeks, ruffled hairstrands falling into his glowing eyes, full red lips from kissing too much, and Heaven - it might be only the rose-coloured glasses of love talking here - but he is so breathtakingly beautiful right now ...
My heart is constricting in sweet pain because of it. I reach both of my hands out to place them on each side of his cheeks, my thumbs caressing his skin gently, while we look tenderly into each others eyes for a few long moments. Then, as if his own feelings become too much for him to bear, he is closing his eyes tightly and leaning his face sideways into my hand and placing his own over mine, slightly rubbing his cheek on my palm.
"Noct, I do love you. So much.", he whispers, his voice hoarse and cracking slightly from the intensity of his spoken words.
My heart is starting to beat madly in love in return, so I pull gently on his face, to close the distance between us once more and for us to kiss like we never did before. Oh so slowly, such erotic, but meaningful movements of wet lips against wet lips. Feathery, so tenderly, all gentle nips and soft bites on his lower lip, imbued with all the affection and adoration I have for him deep down in my heart. I pour out my innermost feelings for him to feel, worshipping every single inch of his trembling lips and answering every single sensual movement of his tongue against mine. We are so lost into each others essence, that the only thing left for us is only to transcend ourselves into this very emotional moment.
And I imprint upon his immortal soul my deepest praise and acknowledgement for his substantial existence.
The connection between us is surpassing everything we have ever known and we stop the kissing to embrace each other very tightly, both of us trembling with awe, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, in full understanding and absolute stunned silence of what just has transpired between the two of us.
Soulmates.
It's only in this very moment, that the profound meaning of this word is resonating deeply within each of us.
No more words are required, for me to express my deep love for him in return.
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"Noct, Prompto, are you alright?"
As I support a tired Prompto, leaning on me heavily as we walk out of the cave, I cannot help myself to smile in relief at seeing Gladio and Ignis rushing forward in our direction. "Yes, everything alright. Only Prompto is absolutely exhausted."
Gladio is then immediately taking him, heaving him up onto his strong back to carry him.
"We have used our waiting time with looking around this area. A bit further down of this hill, there is a Chocobo farm. There is a caravan we can use to clean up and rest properly." Ignis is stepping up to my side, reaching his strong arm around my shoulders to support me. Only now do I realize how tired I truly am, my legs weak and trembling. I thank him with a weak smile, as we start walking in silence to our set destination.
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"Oy, Ignis and friends, there you are again."
We stop walking, all of us finally inside of the Chocobo farm. With a curious expression on my face I look up at Ignis. "Ah.", he says, as if remembering something. "This is Wiz, the owner of this place. We exchanged some information before we got back to you. We explained to him that we have cleared out the cave. Lucky for us, they were looking for a long while for someone to help them with this case."
Oh, glad that we could help, I guess.
I see the older man walking toward us in greeting, smiling brightly. A pang of slight longing and pain touching my heart at seeing his friendly smiling face, that is reminding me so much of my own father. I instantly like this man and I smile at him in return.
"I have talked with my wife and she wanted me to offer all of you a hot, relaxing bath in our sweet home. You will be always welcome here to spend the nights for free on our caravan, as a big thanks. We are all very thankful for your help, clearing out the cave of these terrible Goblins that have terrorized the Chocobos on our farm all night long, for years. They were even stealing our belongings."
I then remember the golden pocket watch that Prompto has found there, and I step up to his side to take it out of his pocket. "We have found this watch, it may belong to somebody living here.", I say to Wiz, as I place it into his hand.
"Oh my Chocobo! This is mine. Wonderful, wonderful. I looked everywhere and thought of never finding it again. Thank you so much young man. For this you all get a discount when buying future goods from my shop." He winks at Prompto and laughs heartily, as we all smile at him, thankful for his kindness. "Well, don't just stay there, up you go, my friends. My lovely wife is already waiting for you and trust me, you don't want to make her wait for too long." He is grinning widely at us, while making way for us to walk ahead to his house.
"Thank you very much Wiz, we deeply appreciate it." Ignis is shaking his hand in thanks.
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I stand in the wide, tastefully decorated bathroom area, not believing my eyes at the big bathtub before me. Everything is already prepared, clean fluffy towels set on the shelf beside it and the bathtub filled with inviting, clean and hot water.
Gladio and Ignis have agreed for Prompto and me to go first, so I help first Prompto taking his damp and dirty clothes off. At least he is awake enough, so that I don't need to fear for him to accidentally drown himself under the water. Then I help him slowly to get into the bathtub, hearing him groan out at the wonderful feeling of warm water enveloping his tired body and I let go of him for one short moment to undress myself as well.
With a deep sigh I join him, sitting myself behind him and embracing him so that he can lean on my chest as I lean my head back on the wall behind me.
I do not know whom to thank for this wonderful gift, besides Wiz and his wife. This is exactly what we needed right now, to relax ourselves and refresh our battered bodies. No hot shower in the world can give you the same sense of well-being as a hot bath can do.
My eyes close in enjoyment and my hands caress leisurely over Prompto's chest. His head is now leaning back infront on me and he seems to enjoy this as much as I do, which brings a smile full of content on my face. His hands start caressing the outside of my thighs that are streched out on each side of him and we just lie there for a good few minutes, just stroking gently each others skin and loving every minute we spend together in the hot water.
Finally some peace.
After a while I take the sponge from beside me, drop a good amount of good smelling shower gel onto it's surface and then start to massage and wash off the remaining dirt off from Promptos body before me. He leans forward to make room for me to work and is purring like a cat whenever I sqeeze the hot water over his cooled off skin. Freckles are adorning his sunkissed skin all over his neck and back, and I bow my head forward to kiss and lick gently over as many of them as my lips and tongue can reach. Probably I repeat myself, but I really do love the taste of his skin. The sensations of hot water and his body pressed closely into mine are wakening up my libido once more, but I ignore it for now, as cleaning ourselves has priority.
Then I take the shampoo bottle and squeeze out a bit on my hand, and rub it softly into his wet hair. Never having done this before to other people, I start to wash his soft hair, careful to not let any shampoo residues drop into his eyes. "Is this good?", I aks him softly and he gives me a nod in return. "Yeah, feels great." I massage his skin and hair for a few minutes, just to spoil and indulge him some more, as I can see how much he is loving this. He is then taking the shower head and reaching it back to me to shower the foam off. After his hair is clean again, I brush my lips over his neck and throat, resuming to clean him with the sponge everywhere else. I can hear him moan lightly at my ministrations, the sponge rubbing and stroking over his inner thighs now and then my eyes open wide when I can feel his erection brushing against my hand, being already hard.
Ah, so I am not the only one who is affected by this. But I ignore his groin area for now and let the sponge do it's job as I caress it over every inch of his body, not letting even one spot untouched. To my surprise, he is then taking the sponge out of my hand and turns his body around to face me, smiling, sitting himself down on my lap with spread legs that are circling around me and then is imitating the same procedure as I did for him before, washing first my hair out from dirt, and now I can understand why he loved this so much. It feels simply incredible to have someone else doing this for you. His talented fingers are massaging my scalp stimulating even the roots of my hair. I let out an unconscious purr now myself, and he is giving out a sweet chuckle at hearing this. He is leaning forward, kissing the tip of my nose in response and then showering the foam off after he finished. The sponge surface is getting a bit more of the shower gel spread over it and he does continue to rub it all over my upper body, reaching around me to clean my back as well. I lay my head sideways on his shoulder and close my eyes in delight. Groaning here and there whenever he touches a sensitive spot.
This is heaven. I want to always take my baths together with him beside me from now on. This feels too amazing and I just love the attention we both give to ourselves. This is not just a simple and hasty cleaning routine in some of the narrow and cold shower stalls we have encountered on our journey.
This is pure bliss.
He is then not hesitating at all, as he is grasping my own arousal with one hand and squeezing firmly with intent. I groan out at the feeling of his demanding touch. Then I watch him as he is leaning back leisurely to take a better look at my face, his hand slowly moving up and down, the thumb smearing my precum around the head, his tight hold on me pleasuring me and my breath catches as I can see in his eyes clearly the carnal lust smoldering like molten lava.
Prompto ...
My cock is giving a twich in his palm in response and suddenly we are all over each other. The second time for today.
Water is splashing around us and out of the tub, as our tiredness is making temporarily room for passion once more. We embrace fiercly, his body now fully pressing into mine, his hands grasping the back of my head in a firm grip, our bare cocks rubbing against another, with my own spread hands taking each one of his sexy buttocks to knead his flesh wantonly, firmly pulling him as close as possible to my groin. He is moaning now louder as we look deeply into each others eyes, his harsh breathing mixing with mine, waking up my inner force as it is answering to his desire. The tendrils are coming out once more to fuse into his skin, he is groaning out loud and we crush our lips together to kiss each other senseless. I can feel us loosing ourselves in ecstasy again.
"Noct ... please! More! Take me!" His moans and his pleading are turning me on like nothing else, on very high levels, and I do him the favor of reaching not only with my magic tendrils, but this time with my own fingers into his wet, quivering hole as well - both at the same time. He is crying out now from pleasure, his back bending back as I touch the sensitive place deep inside of him, the tendrils ensuring for him to feel no pain and I stretch and finger-fuck him until he is ready for me to take him. He is looking down at me the entire time with half-closed eyes, captivating me completely, the erotic expression on his face licking and burning at my insides and inviting me to hurry the fuck up and just -do- it. Now.
Without hesitating I enter him fully all at once and he is throwing his head back with a cry full of want as I start moving my hips with abandon, supporting our bodies with one hand, as I hold with the other one onto the side of the bathtub. He feels so good, so amazing around me. So tight and hot, burning me up completely in a haze of exhilaration!
At our first coupling, I was so out of it with desire, that I barely noticed his reactions. But as he is now moving up and down on me, I realize how alluring and stimulating he truly is while we make love. His head thrown back, his soft looking throat inviting me to bite him, his sexy adam apple bobbing up and down as he is groaning and swallowing down, his sensuous chest streching out before me and heaven, those delectable pink nipples on him, hard, crying out for me to lick them all over and just begging to be sucked and I do exactly that.
"Noct, harder!"
Heaven! Something just seems to snap inside of me. This is not enough! I need more room to fuck him with all I have. I all of a sudden stop moving, I can hear him gasp and moan in protest as I stand up, because he fears I'll stop here.
Not in this life, not ever.
With my arousal still inside of him, his legs are closing around me as I heave ourselves out of the tub, splashing water all around us. I spread hastingly a few of the fluffy towels on the floor and then go down on my knees to support his back onto the soft fabric behind him. I want to pleasure him until he cannot stand up anymore and to finally ravish him properly.
"Noct! Yes!" He is now almost crying in want, as I take one of his sexy legs over my shoulder, turn his upper body slightly sideways and focus my hips to move inside and out, very slowly, deliberately drawing out my movements, but drive each time harder back inside of him, intending my magic tendrils to move all over his delicious looking cock, finding every sweet spot and sensitive place to drive him absolutely crazy, while my measured and hard movements pound inside of him relentlessly and are massaging his prostate over and over and over.
I know that he can't think coherently anymore by now, as his moans have since long stopped, arms stretched out with trembling fingers clutching the towels above his head tightly, his eyes have closed themselves in elation and at the same time his seductive lips open up in a silent voracity for more. His chest flushed red, heaving rapidly as he is breathing in and out erratically.
Good God, he is so sensual!
I could pound into him forever. Bringing us higher and higher and much higher, but I already can feel him close to coming and I speed up my hips, driving now my cock with more force into him, over and over and over, for us to reach that incredible, pleasure-filled place inside of our minds where time just seems to stop. And with a loud cry both of us finally reach our overpowering climax at the same time, taking my breath away and making me dizzy with it's force, as my body slumps down next on the floor in front of him, being carefull to no crush him and with the last energy left inside of me I pull his trembling body into mine.
We both are panting hard and heavy for long while and I realize fully now that he did not lose his consciousness this time around, because he is opening his beautiful eyes and looking with a sated smile at me. I caress over his handsome face, my thumb stroking over his sexy lower lip once, and then I wipe the fresh sweat away from his forehead, a tender smile on my lips.
After a while, he whispers hoarsly with amusement lacing his voice:
"You were right. Don't need a brain for sex at all."
A sudden laugh is bubbling up and out of my throat and I burrow my face inside of his neck to hold him securely into my arms.
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Finally, we are lying down on the soft bed. With Prompto cuddling against me again, I draw the blanket over our bare skin and with a soft kiss on his cheek my eyes close slowly to let sleep take over me ...
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"Son!"
I smile brightly at seeing my father once more. He looks so good, healthy and much younger than the last time I saw him. "Father! It's so great to see you again!"
I hug him dearly, feeling him place a kiss on my head. "I see, Prompto has let you into his secret." He draws back a bit to grin down at me. If I could blush here I would, so I just smirk back at him. "I can't thank you enough. Without you meddling into our affairs, I would have never realized how precious he is to me. We would have missed each others closeness as lovers and as soulmates. Today for the first time we have understood the true meaning behind our souls belonging to each other."
He is just smiling full of love at me. "You have grown a lot, since you were here the last time. I am really proud of you."
"You know, today a new power has been absorbed by my inner force. Do you know what it does? What purpose does it have?", I ask curiously.
"Ah, this power has a consciousness of it's own. It is a living entity, old as Earth itself. The name of this entity is Ramuh, a master of the lightning element. What you have absorbed into your body is only a small part of his whole essence, as he is the one responsible for the storms all over the world. He is not exactly an Archean, because he wasn't created with evil intent."
My brows furrow in thought. "So, does this mean all Archeans are evil?"
"In a way, yes. Their intrinsic natures were specificly designed for destruction. Not for creation."
"Designed by whom exactly? By God?"
"I will answer your question with a question. What or who do you think God is?" My father is waiting patiently, as I gather my thoughts.
"Alright. I think the one we call God, is not a person, but not a single spiritual entity either. I always saw God as our Creator. As an all-encompassing unity. A force, that is giving us a consciousness and at the same time this force is living and experiencing through each one of us conscious beings, uniting us in return." Now I look at him, curious to see where this will lead.
He is smiling lightly. "Did you read this somewhere?"
"What? No, I didn't. It just came to me. I think I understood this when Prompto and I felt our deep connection, at the time when our minds joined fully back to our primordial, original state of souls. It was so awe-inspiring ... I have no words."
Then he is asking me: "And where do you think the Goddes of Death is fitting in all of this?"
This question takes me aback and I need a few moments to work this one out. I look at my father before me, seeing him in a way alive, but not alive as a mortal being. So, there is a cycle of Death and Rebirth ... hm. "Well, when there is a Goddes of Death, who is a real single spiritual entity, and who is responsible for the natural ways of decay in our physical world and opening up the ways for rebirth, seeing that death is only a form for transformation to take place, from a lower state to a higher state of being. Then, naturally, there must be a Goddes or a God of Life as well. But I do not understand where all of this is leading?"
He is laying his hand on my shoulder. "To come back to where we started. The Archeans were created by the corrupt God of Life."
"Corrupt? As in, he became evil?"
"You see, the material universe, where we live in as temporary conscious beings, is, you could say, the God of Life himself.
I gape at him stupidly. My brain trying to process his words, and I am pretty sure this expression on my face doesn't become me at all. "Wait. Did I just understand you right? The whole physical universe -is- the God of Life himself?" And all of a sudden I realize of what great importance the Goddes of Death must be as well, when comparing the sheer and vast energy they encompass.
My father is smirking at me now. "I will give you a hint: you are a temporary mortal being, in a physical body, living in a physical universe, which is created by the God of Life. Now that my own physical body has decayed, my consciousness transformed to a higher state, a temporary soul in an astral body, living in the Astral Plane, which has been created by the Goddes of Death. So, where do you think now does our primordial, original bodies fit in?"
My eyes are widening in understanding. "There is a higher Plane, our original home. The famous Kingdom of Heaven, where our true Father, the Creator, is residing in. Where the all-encompassing force has it's roots."
"Right. And if you remember the homework, that I have been assigning you to do the last time we met, about our Higher Selves: the puppet master beyond your essence, this consciousness that is being fully aware of it's own eternal existence, has it's roots in the Kingdom of Heaven as well. As time and space are only illusions, your Higher Self is your past, your present and your future self - all at the same time."
He is again stopping to let me process what he just said. "So the "I" that I think to be right now, is not fully aware of it's own infinite existence. Would "I" be fully aware of it, I wouldn't fear death, I wouldn't question my mortal existence at all, because I would -know- all there is to know."
"Indeed. This Higher Self is your true being. It is of a pure and refined form of energy and light. This pure spirit is waiting for all his "fallen" conscious units to follow his path, to grow up, to become aware of themselves, to gradually transform from a lower state to a higher state of being, and then to finally reach home."
A frown is appearing and automatically a question is popping up in my mind. "Fallen? How can a pure spirit fall?"
"A long time ago, a shism happened between the good and evil forces, that's where the famous "fall" of human kind is rumoured to have happened. But, what truly happened was, to take your own words, our primordial, original state of souls, have fallen down into the material universe. We have reverted literally overnight, from a higher state of being, to a lower state. From pure beings, having the highest understanding of our infinite existence, to mere mortals, who oftentimes are not even aware of sharing the same destiny together, let alone the awareness of what is truly happening around them. There are higher beings, who reverted back to mortals, that crave for ultimate power, for oppression of all conscious beings, for ruling the material world and falling back over and over to their mere physical state, because they worship material goods, they worship a perverted sexuality and are using the creative forces to make evil contracts with evil overlords, only to uplift themselves into their own set artificial and limited hierarchy as the top rulers of the whole physical universe. These mere mortals with their ruling overlords, have ever since the "fall", managed to corrupt the God of Life, the material universe itself, for him to do their bidding and to bend to their own perverted wills."
I am now staring speechless at my father. I just ...
"Son, the fall was a very sad and tragic event and brought forth a myriad of evil forces trying to hold back humanity to transcend back to their true original form: becoming one again with their Higher Selves. And now to come back again to the subject of Archeans, they were created for exactly this purpose: to terrify humanity, to destroy peace and harmony, to divert all souls from their true purpose and to accumulate through their terrorizing ways as much life force from humans as possible - the ambrosia for the overlords living in the Astral Plane. The Archeans are the henchmen of the corrupt God of Life."
A deep anger and sadness is filling me up suddenly. "This is unbelievable. I know I repeat myself, but, why does humanity not know of any of this? Why do we not learn about the truth? Why the endless and stupid wars because of religion, because of race, because of the Crystals? All of this does not matter a fuck in comparison to what you just told me!" Angry tears are flowing down on my face and I take my hands to wipe them away to have a clear vision to see my father in front of me.
"Noctis. I know how you feel. But if you calm yourself down for a minute, you would understand, that everything has a purpose. Every conscious being has a freewill. And every being has their own time and place to become aware of itself and to grow. Imagine now suddenly the whole world would know the whole truth. What do you think would happen overnight?"
"I ..." Well, I don't know.
"I will tell you what. You would have broken every metaphysical rule, that is stating firmly to not override, under any circumstances, the freewill of beings having a lower awareness as yourself. All higher beings must abide to this rule, to not interfere into the destiny of a lower conscious being without said being's own explicit permission. Do you now see, where this is going?"
"Yes, I see that there is no end to this! It is a struggle that goes far back into the primordial past and will go on further into the far future. Then why struggle and suffer at all, when there is no end in sight?" I know that this must be the angry side of me speaking, because inside of myself I already know the answer to this.
My father is looking at me in compassion, fully understanding my frustration and not berating me for it. He is coming up to me to give me a tight hug and I close my eyes as I feel his infinite love for me. "Because Noctis, suffering is the best teacher for all lost souls. Only through us overcoming all suffering, can we transcend our lower selves and become wise, strong, compassionate and pure once more. Suffering is the trigger, the catalyst, to start the decomposition of a stagnant existence. It is an absolutely essential part of our evolution as infinite spiritual beings. True love being the only counterpart to suffering, that can ease the pain and gift's us with the profound knowledge that suffering is not infinite, but true love is."
My angry tears transform into sad tears, as my father is caressing my back tenderly.
In this moment, humanity's pain became my own pain.
And I cry and I now suffer greatly, because I can't just tell everyone the truth.
Because every human being must follow their own unique destiny, learn through their own mistakes and suffer through their own intended fates ... to hopefully become one day fully aware of their very own inner spark of light, while nurturing this light, letting it grow wise, strong and compassionate.
This inner light will guide everyone to their inevitable future Higher Selves ...
... and once fully aware of ourselves, we will go back home.
To our true, original home, the Kingdom of Heaven.
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to be continued :).