Kidnapping a/b/o Promptis

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*I LOVE IT. You're such a genius, Soulmate, I can't wait to see you later! I love you*

He commented on the latest from Prompto on Kingstagram. It was a thrill anytime he posted but today Emil was floating above the ground. Today was the day. He'd prepped everything, every small detail to the letter. He had a backup plan, and backup plans for his backup plans. He was not going to fail today. Before he'd had a failure of will, been close to Prompto and been unable to do anything. Sometimes he'd said a few words and disappeared but not today. Today he wasn't chicken shit, he was heading to the position where he'd meet his soulmate and they'd be off. Life would start afresh. He had a home for them, a steady income, and love. All they'd ever need again. 

The prince was away in Accordo. 

Security was light in this area today. 

No one could stop him. He saw a blonde head and smiled to himself. "Beautiful boy you've come to me here. It's destiny."

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The apartment is average. Not much better than the house Prompto grew up in. It's decorated plainly, mostly with framed photos of Prompto, Prompto's photos, and photos by an amateur photographer. It's a high rise, while it's inexpensive they are about 20 stories up. The city is in full view on three walls though the windows won't open. The apartment is quiet, the only sound being footsteps around in another room. Emil was pacing reading a magazine and sipping coffee. He wasn't patient, he wanted Prompto to come to him, so they could start, so they could... commune. 

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Prompto's mouth tried to form the word "no" as Emil kissed him again. He felt like he was choking on that tongue, so invasive and demanding, hard to breathe. Prompto shoved back at Emil's shoulders, making little impression. He squirmed, trying to twist his face away, but Emil only took the invitation to lick and suck at his neck, his sensitive ears, and the curve of his jaw.

He was crying now and didn't care, all he wanted to do was escape, his body felt too hot, the weight on top of him too much. His moan became a sob as Emil pushed inside, his muscles tightening around the cock, throbbing wantonly as he started up a rhythm.

"No, no, no, no, please," Prompto's fingers sank into muscle, nails biting skin and Prompto scratched. His nails were short, barely broke the skin, but he retaliated any way he could, shaking with fear as his body was pried open and invaded.

"Noct-" was all he got out before a hand struck him hard across the face.

"Emil," the man's voice corrected sternly. Prompto's eyes were wide with shock and he felt like he couldn't breathe, but Emil's expression softened in quiet satisfaction as Prompto quieted.

"I want you to say it," he added, releasing more of his scent with each thrust, words heavy with compulsion.

Prompto shook his head, resisting as more tears slid down his cheeks, but unable to stop the quiet whimpers and moans as his body was violated.

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"No more tears, I forgive you." Emil's voice was soft as he pounded into Prompto. "I want you to say it. Say my name." Prompto's scratching and pushing was kinky. Emil licked his lips

"Keep fighting, I like it. It's hot." but then he frowned. "Don't shake your head Prompto. I want you to say my name and I never want to hear his again." he took Prompto's cock in his hand, jacking it in time with his thrusts. Prompto was moaning so clearly he liked it. No matter what he said about his ex. "You will not say his name again do you understand me? He's gone." a deep breath as he kept moving, trying to focus, trying not to come too soon.

"Tell me how much you love it." he was in Prompto's face again, hands on either side of his head, sucking on his ear. "I know you do baby, you're so sexy when you moan like that. I know you're close. Say my name."

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Everything he did, everything he said made Prompto want to reject him with all of his being. He hated the feeling of that compulsion, the force behind those words. But he wasn't bonded to Emil, he was bonded to Noct, had been given a gods-damned choice in the matter even in the throes of his first heat. Though the command made his head feel like it was ringing, he shook it again, gritting his teeth.

The bastard wanted him to fight, he'd fight with everything he had. He swung an elbow wildly, catching Emil in the chin, but it hardly seemed to phase him. He felt Emil grunt and then yank Prompto's hair so hard he bit his lip.

"N-no, he's not, he's not," Prompto repeated, voice cracking again as Emil started jacking him off, sucking on his ear, breath hot on his neck. He gasped for breath, thin chest heaving with overstimulation and he writhed and twisted, trying any way he could to escape the man's touch.

Emil caught Prompto's chin in his hand, forcing their eyes to meet. His dark with lust, Prompto's wide and frightened. "Say it, Prompto. Why do you have to defy me like this? His bond with you isn't shit. I'll cover every one of those pathetic marks if that's what it takes. Now say my name."

The thought of Emil leaving a mark on him twisted cold in his gut, worse than being violated, worse than the mark left on his wrist as a baby, he couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand the idea of Emil leaving something behind on his body like a stain.

"E...Emil," he sobbed the name, feeling himself grow hard again under the rough fingers at his groin.

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Emil grinned when Prompto got hard. "You play like you're not into it but look at you. You're falling apart under me. It'll be nicer once you stop pitching a fucking fit. Just let it go. He's not coming back." he jacked Prompto until he was hard again.

"I made sure of that. He won't get in my way anymore. You belong to me now. Forget him. He's a dead man." he grinned then giggled clearly proud of himself.

"He'll never know what hit him. That's the worst part of it but the best part is I have you now." he squeezed Prompto's jaw tight making him look him in the eye. He licked his lips.

"Now. I know you can do better than that. Say my name. But better this time, baby. Quick before I... I... Fuck." his hips stuttered and he groaned as he finished. He promptly collapsed on Prompto catching his breath.

"That was good... Gimme a minute, I won't leave you hanging."

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Even if Emil wasn't pointing it out, Prompto hated that his body kept responding to the man's touches. He wished he could turn it off somehow, but even that act of defiance was denied him. Prompto whimpered again as he got close, shaking his head in spite of it.

"W...what do you mean?" he managed, unable to hide the fear or worry in his voice. Noct had saved him before, he'd clung on to the idea that somehow, Noct would find him again. Somehow.

Before he could ask more, Emil was gripping his jaw tightly, making him wince. He'd have bruises later, he was sure, but all he cared about was what would happen to Noctis. What did he mean? Was he going to hurt Noct? He had to do something, had to warn him, had to help, but-

At least he was saved having to speak the man's name again as he came, and Prompto gasped, quietly whimpering as Emil finished and lay heavy on top of him. He was still hard between them, but it was the least of his worries as he felt hot breath on his neck. He was torn between utter collapse and a desperate fight, but struggle as he might, the man was too heavy, too big, too much.

He writhed and squirmed, panting with the effort, but Emil only mistook it for desperation to finish as well. The man grinned and took him in hand once more, thumbing roughly over the head of his cock, reveling in how it made Prompto's body tense up, his back arching reflexively beneath them. Did the prince know what a prize he had? So well trained and responsive.

It didn't take much more to bring Prompto to climax, a few strokes as he lazily flicked his tongue over a nipple, teeth grazing and nipping the little bud. Hearing Prompto pant and whimper beneath him was like music he'd longed to hear. He enjoyed the moment, their breaths mingling, their scents intertwined as their bodies. He could enjoy such bliss every night now, several times a day if he chose, and he relished their future together.

His hand fumbled over the bed for a moment, eventually finding the plug from before, and as he slid out, he fitted it neatly into the gap he left behind, knowing Prompto would appreciate being filled so completely with his seed. His teeth grazed Prompto's neck and he was tempted, so sorely tempted, but he prided himself on having more self control than that spoiled prince, painting this body like a canvas with his marks. There would be time enough for that later.

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Emil has the rest of their lives to make a mark on Prompto's body. He'd have to pick a place the prince hadn't marred. Honestly it was like scribbling over priceless art. An unappreciative child with a marker against a classic painting. Prompto was far too beautiful to be treated like a piece of meat this way. He'd take far more consideration when he left his bite.

"I mean your prince is no more. There was a group I sent to greet him in Accordo. They would be finished by now. It hasn't hit the news yet but he's dead. He won't get in our way anymore." Emil licked Prompto's cheek. Prompto was his property now, his loyalty to Noctis would melt away, the faster the better.

"It took a lot for me to track down his itinerary, it wasn't easy but I did it. I made a little bot to help me crack into the citadel database, I'll have to show you sometime." he grinned as he bragged oblivious to his audience. "Their encryption is child's play, I could have done it in no time but myself. It was too easy. So I notified my friends where he'd be and that was it. They sent me the confirmation while you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you up for it." Emil whispered in Prompto's ear, lips pressing into the skin, hands wandering and his cock growing harder as he spoke.

"It's not too late for me to request pieces be sent to us for proof." he chuckled as he reached between Prompto's legs and popped the plug out of him. "Got a little excited there."

He pulled Prompto's leg over his hip and sank into the wet heat. The room filled with the sound of wet pounding, Emil grunting, the bed creaking. "You're all mine now. You're all mine now... You.. You're... Aahh..." he sighed as he finished again. His brow in Prompto's neck he settled in for a while. He'll stay inside his mate to keep the seed in him. Besides at the rate he's going he might be hard again soon.

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Prompto could almost dissociate from what was happening as Emil spoke, describing how he'd sent his friends after Noct, certain they'd... killed him. Prompto's heart felt like a lead weight in his chest, eyes fixed on somewhere in the distance as Emil's tongue ran over his cheek.

Noct couldn't be gone.

His mind flashed to the last time he'd seen his mate, clinging to him in goodbye, so worried to let him leave, though it was more for selfish reasons than any genuine concern that something might happen. Noct had Iggy and Gladio with him, he had the Crownsguard and several glaives, even those he saw regularly, Nyx, and Crowe, Libertus, Pelna, they'd had to cover shifts for those who were absent. They were always so careful about Noct's safety, ever since the incident when he was a kid, Noct had told him.

It couldn't be true. He wouldn't believe it. And even if worry flooded him like ice in his veins, even if by some cruel twist something had happened to Noct, there was no room in his heart for anyone else. Certainly not this horrible monster touching him, invading his body, and whispering nightmares against his neck.

He lay there like a doll, trembling faintly and crying silently as Emil finished, still in shock, still denying.

"You're lying," Prompto sniffled, shaking his head, pushing back against Emil's heavy body.

"No, I can't- he's not- it's not true!" he shouted, uncomfortably full with both Emil's cock and everything he'd emptied into him. He wanted to lash out, to hurt the man in some way, to take back all the hateful words and violence he'd inflicted on Prompto's small body. There were no weapons, nothing to use but his own two hands, and he gave a strangled sob as he pushed at Emil's face, fingers scratching, searching out the soft flesh of eye sockets or anywhere he could inflict even the smallest damage.

He'd barely managed a deep scratch across Emil's cheek before the man reacted, pressing a forearm down on Prompto's throat with just enough strength to keep air from moving in or out. His hands moved helplessly to try to pull it away, little spots dancing in his vision as Emil grunted, holding him in place.

"Seems like he's still got his claws in you," Emil panted, watching Prompto's face lose color, his body twitching and spasming from lack of air as he held his arm down. "Don't worry, pet, I'm here to set you free. You'll see. You'll thank me for this, sweetheart."

When Emil finally let up, Prompto's breath was wheezy and ragged, his heart like a bird in a cage. The corners of his vision were dark and splotchy, and his head felt equal parts dizzy and pounding. Worse, Prompto could feel him getting hard again inside him, he hadn't been lying, fighting back only seemed to turn him on all the more. Emil pressed a heavy hand over Prompto's mouth as he shushed him this time, the other roaming down to Prompto's belly, slightly rounded with everything he'd pumped into the little omega.

It took little effort to flip him onto his stomach, lifting Prompto's ass into the air and pressing his face down into the mattress, grabbing him roughly by blond locks of hair. Let Prompto try to scratch at him from this angle. He yanked one of the scrawny, freckled arms behind his back, using it for leverage to get a deeper angle, pounding messily into him again and again. Gods, he was so soft and smelled so good and he couldn't wait to do this every day.

Prompto's back bowed at the pressure, his arm shaking behind him, muscles creaking as he cried and whimpered into the sheets. Even so, he tried to wrest himself free, tried to remember if Gladio or Nyx had shown him one of those escape techniques while Noct was training, but nothing flashed in his memory. Emil increased the pressure as he struggled, but Prompto was too far gone, too panicked, too upset, too shocked, too close to breaking down.

He heard as much as felt the loud snap as his arm broke, hanging helplessly at his side, pins and needles prickling his fingertips as pain lanced up and down his arm, now bent at an unnatural angle, throbbing angrily. The shock finally seemed to catch up, and Prompto's eyes rolled back, body stilling and going limp as Emil finished once more.

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Well, that hadn't been when Emil expected. He finished and thought he'd have some pillow talk with Prompto but the poor guy passed out. He hadn't meant to hurt his arm but he... he fought so damn much, he was just being rough. It wasn't even that rough, no it wasn't rough, he was just moving him on the bed. Prompto was the one who pulled his arm too hard and snapped it, Prompto needed to learn not to do that. It could be construed as defying his alpha, he ought to be punished for that. Emil was forgiving though, Prompto was going through a lot and he didn't mean to hurt himself. Besides, the pain would be punishment enough. He'd have to get a splint made up for him.

He sighed as he got off his lover. He would continue fucking but he'd had three rounds and he was spend. Prompto could use the rest anyway, he'd need his energy for when Emil was horny again in a few hours.

In the meantime, he needed to work. He had to make his promise come true, Prompto clearly needed more convincing to let go of Noctis. He needed help and Emil was nothing if not an alpha who provides. He set to work straight away on forming up a newspaper article. He wasn't a reporter but he'd written enough banal user manuals that he could get the dispassionate tone of an objective newspaper down well enough. Add some photos here, some bold font there. Italics, banners, a date. Then it was off to print. He had a few friends with connections to newspapers who could give him scrap paper they couldn't use. Small blemishes here and there wouldn't hurt his cause, Prompto didn't need the entire paper, he just needed what would help him get over Noctis and get into his new life.

The paper took six hours to finish, though the work was steady and Emil got it done with very little editing, it was a large task to create just one piece of news, along with fake articles he pulled from recent news to fill up the rest of the page. Once it was finished it looked like one section of the paper that he'd pulled out just for Prompto. He'd done this before as a prank for his father, back when he and his father were still talking. He'd made up a newspaper with a story naming his father the sausage king of Insomnia and they'd all had a laugh. Sad he couldn't bring Prompto home to them, they'd love him...

Many hours later he returned to the bedroom and blinked in surprise. Prompto's arm was quite swollen, curse him he got carried away with work and forgot. He hurried to get an ice pack and something to make a splint out of. He didn't have much in the way of straight hard things but he settled for a wooden ruler and a kitchen spoon along with an ace bandage, It would have to do. He would feed Prompto some anti-inflammatories later. For now, he wrapped his mate's swollen arm and put ice on it. That couldn't be comfortable with the snug splint. Prompto would probably wake up. He should probably get him some food.

"You ought to be more careful, you broke your arm, Prompto. I don't like it when you hurt yourself, it hurts me." he meant that it distressed him to see Prompto so distressed, he was a good alpha and good alphas don't have injured omegas. What would it look like to people if they went out? "I brought you ice. Lie still and rest okay?" he kissed Prompto's forehead. Then, as if he had forgotten, as if he had this as an extra he brought out the paper.

"Oh, I got this out of the paper this morning. I thought you might want to see it." he leaned in for another forehead kiss. "It's just you and me now."

Emil had done a great job pulling up photos of Noctis that were both timeless and tasteful for the purpose of memorializing him. The headline read that Prince Noctis was Assassinated in Accordo. The article went on to say that while they were uncertain of the cause of death at this point, it was confirmed the prince of Lucis died yesterday evening. Efforts are underway to retrieve his body and investigations are ongoing, the citadel is unable to make a statement at this time. The article went on to discuss Noctis' life, his achievements, his role in the Lucian monarchy and how doubt is now cast on the future of Lucis. All in all a very tasteful article. Emil is proud of it. He hopes Prompto will take it and accept his new life. He waits patiently for his response.

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It took a while for Prompto to come around. He was weak with exhaustion, his body was sore from the rough treatment and his arm throbbed painfully at his side. He whimpered quietly as he sat up, still covered in Emil's sweat, scent, and tacky with cum. Fluids leaked between his thighs as he shifted, trying to stand, steadying himself on shaky legs with his good arm for a moment before his knees went weak and he fumbled to the ground.

He wiped away what he could with the sheets, feeling numb and sniffling quietly. His uniform lay strewn about the floor, and while he wanted to cover himself, he only managed to get one arm in a sleeve before the other protested, making him hiss with pain. He settled for the blazer around his shoulders, sobbing into his shoulder, clinging to the diminishing remains of Noct's scent from their last embrace.

Tears started up again and he bit his lip hard to keep from dissolving into sobs. He refused to believe that Noct was gone. The citadel was too careful, Noct was too precious. And if Noct really was gone? Prompto would was already on the verge of doing something reckless and stupid, what reason would he have to hold on?

Revenge, came a feeling that pooled cold in his stomach, leaden and heavy. If Emil was really responsible for Noct's death, he had to fight back, yes. He had to take back every inch that was stolen. He stilled his trembling lip, nodding in shaky affirmation. Even if all he could do was escape, to tell the glaives where this man was hiding, see that he was brought to justice, he could manage that much, couldn't he?

He dared to hope.

Emil was physically so much stronger than he was. In a fair fight, he wouldn't have a chance, and with his arm broken, any fight would be anything but fair. His mind raced with ideas; the lamp's cord might work if he had any grip in his broken arm to twist it round Emil's neck, but no. A table leg if he could manage to wrench it loose, but again, it seemed impossible. He rummaged frantically, finally coming upon a screwdriver left behind in a drawer for old screws and odds and ends. It wasn't much, not even a proper full-size one, but it had a sharp end, and if he could strike with enough force...

Prompto nodded shakily to himself, watching the door carefully as he returned to the bed, pulling a thin blanket around himself and obscuring the makeshift weapon.

It was several hours before Emil returned. Prompto had passed in and out of consciousness a few times, dizzy with the growing pain, slightly warm with fever at the untreated injury. He startled when the door opened, pulling the blankets tighter around himself as Emil spoke.

His body went stiff as Emil kissed him, and he shook slightly, whether with fear or shock or unshed tears, he wasn't sure. But as Emil dropped the paper in front of him, Prompto felt his world collapse. Noct's photo, he recognized it from an interview after the ball they'd attended together two months ago. Another was one he remembered from school. He couldn't make himself read the words, catching only glimpses and phrases, "assassinated," and, "memorial," and, "untimely death."

His stomach heaved and he let go of the screwdriver beneath the blanket long enough to cover his mouth, but bile slid between his fingers, trailing down his chin. Mind and body refused to accept it, even with the proof in front of his eyes. Denial shook him, and his trembling fingers gripped the weapon once more, steadying.

As Emil approached to treat his arm, Prompto let out a scream of anger and rage, aiming the blunted tool at his exposed neck. Emil could hardly have predicted the overzealous reaction, but managed to dodge well enough that the screwdriver sank into his shoulder, not his vulnerable neck.

Still, the injury was shocking and painful and he cried out, stumbling backward, the tool stuck in his flesh. Prompto wasted no time, shouldering into him on his good side to knock him over before heading for the door, now slightly askew with Emil's entry.

"Bitch!" Emil hissed, fumbling to his feet as Prompto raced toward the door, flinging it open. Unfortunately for the omega, Prompto had no idea what the layout of his apartment was beyond their little love room. He stumbled, eyes searching for the front door, giving Emil the time he needed to recover and give chase.

Prompto spotted the door, saw his bag, his phone, and reached for the device as he scrambled for the front door, fingers shaking as he tried to turn it on. If he could just get a signal out, anything.

The phone flew from his hands a moment later as Emil tackled him and he fell hard on his injured arm, pain flaring like fire, screaming through his body. Emil was muttering curses and slurs, yanking him by the hair and slamming his face down into the carpeted floor. The small amount of padding was probably the only thing that kept his skull from fracturing, but the blow blacked his vision for a moment.

"I understand you're upset," Emil grunted, trying to regain his composure as Prompto dazedly tried to struggle out of his grasp. "But I can't overlook this Prompto. Defying me like this?"

Emil clicked his tongue with disapproval. Prompto was still reeling, trying to push himself up with his good arm. He could see the front door, could see the dull glow of his now-cracked phone screen. He was so close.

"I don't want to be the bad guy. Do you know how good I'd treat you, baby? You just don't get it yet. But you will. You will," Emil insisted, rambling now, blood oozing lazily from his injury. He yanked the screwdriver free, despite how it bled, and threw it angrily aside.

"You know you can trust me," the words were a lie, but Prompto would believe him soon enough, he reasoned. He would be a perfect Alpha, one that deserved that trust.

"But right now..." he sighed, "I can't trust you sweetheart. I hope you understand."

Prompto rolled onto his side, looking back with wide eyes as Emil grabbed his ankle, lifting it a few inches from the ground...

...and then cruelly stomping on it, snapping the limb beneath his heel. Prompto saw white and screamed. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move. The pain was so intense, he could hardly think, and the tears burned anew.

Emil just shook his head, tsk-tsk-ing softly as he started to drag Prompto back into the other room by his good leg, leaving carpet burns all over his naked body before dumping him unceremoniously near the foot of the bed.

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Emil had to drop Prompto on the floor. He had to change the sheets now that they had vomit on them. Prompto had it on himself too. He needed a bath. Emil sighed in frustration as he undressed the bed and hurled the sheets into a balled-up pile on the floor. He got out fresh sheets and once the bed was put back together he looked to Prompto.

"I ought to let you sit like that and think about what you're doing not only to me but to yourself. But. I feel sorry for you. I can't help it, baby, I love you. I'm weak." he crouched at Prompto's side to wipe a tear away with the back of his hand. "Don't cry Prompto, it's gonna be ok. You'll feel better soon, this will all be behind us. We're not gonna have a bad day like this again, right?"

He disappeared into the attached bath to get a wet washcloth. When he returned he wiped Prompto's face and hand. "No more puking your guts up over him ok? Read that paper if you want but you should sleep. I've got to go look at my shoulder and you need the rest." he left then. The shoulder injury wasn't terrible, a small stab really. He filled the thing with peroxide and hissed in pain then covered it with a bandaid. It would heal fine, Prompto was surprising though, just think about when he'd pull that move on other people in his name! Maybe he could fake him out to see that happen... but that was for another time.

For now, he had to work and make money again, had to make sure no one was tailing him. He was monitoring the police frequencies. He didn't have access to the kingsglaive as much as he'd tried. They scrambled their radio communications. The police were looking for Prompto, he'd been identified as missing for over 24 hours. A golden alert was out for him. He was last seen approaching his apartment but no suspects had been named and there were no eyewitnesses who saw him disappear.

He had little to do other than to work, clean up the fight in their hallway, and lock Prompto's bag away. Obviously, he needed it kept away from him for a while. He needed to earn the privilege to access it. Prompto's phone was broken, he'd have to get another one of those later on. Maybe a burner to start with, Prompto didn't need to be texting anyone anyway, he only needed something to let Emil know where he was. If he left the house of course. That wasn't something Emil thought needed to happen for some time. The phone was dumped into a locked cabinet with the bag, it was clearly off. Emil hadn't noticed it was on in the chase out here.

And then they were back to the place they were at last night. It was late, Emil had worked all day, he was horny... but he didn't want another incident like before. So he came up with a solution. His bed had metal legs that sank into the carpet and the thing was heavy, there wasn't much going to move it. He found some rope and some bungee cords, also duct tape. He wasn't sure which he was going to need but he would be prepared when he entered the marital bed for tonight.

He and Prompto needed this, Prompto needed help to bond with his new alpha, he needed to be led, needed guidance. He needed the oxycotin to help bond with his mate. It was Emil's duty obviously, especially in the beginning. Every time they were together Noctis faded away a little more.

Whenever Prompto opens his eyes it's the same as before, or similar. He's on the carpet this time, Emil is above him, shoulder patched up, thrusting inside him with a steady panting. He had Prompto positioned underneath him, his ankle on a pillow with ice and an ace bandage, his arm in the same splint.

"Thought you'd never wake up, I was partying all alone."

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Prompto curled into a ball from where he lay on the floor, broken, bleeding, and bruised. He could feel despair coiling around him, thick and suffocating. Still, his pain felt like a background to the ache in his chest, growing like a deep black hole. Would he ever see Noctis again? Would Noct even want him?

Not long ago, he'd have squashed such doubts with just a glimpse of the ring on his left hand, a constant reminder of Noct's love. And while he still had the bites that peppered his freckled skin, it was hard to cling to them, hard to hope with the threat of Emil's marks on his mind. The shaky hope that Noct was still safe, that he'd escaped the assassination attempt, that even now he might be coming... it was a tiny flickering flame, on the verge of death.

As Emil wiped his tears and cleaned the bed, leaving him to lay on the floor in a silent, broken heap, Prompto shakily tried to pick himself up. He knew trying to walk would be impossible, but he managed to drag himself along the floor, using the bed to pull himself up into a sitting position. His leg was still folded brokenly under him, and one arm hung useless at his side. What could he do?

He eyed the windows longingly, the outside world so close and far away all at once and the memory of Noct warping them from rooftop to rooftop played through his mind with bittersweet longing. Was this really his future?

The news article sat in the corner of his vision, cruel in its simplicity, a traitorous reminder of his doubts and fears. He didn't dare read it, couldn't face the thought of those words, couldn't stand the idea that it might somehow be his new reality. A world without Noctis.

No, he had to survive, had to get out of this, had to endure, if only to smile up at Noct, cling to him and remind him that what they have is real, that he's real.

He draws the clean sheets around himself from where he sits, leaning haphazardly against the bed, aching and exhausted. Sleep, when it comes, is fitful at first, his body eventually taking the opportunity to try to heal, to work through all the injuries, take stock, and repair. Nightmares follow him, pricking his skin with a light sheen of sweat. Haunting images of Accordo, explosions, gunfire, knives in the dark, he can't escape watching his love's body torn apart in a dozen different ways.

When he wakes, it's to the rhythmic rocking into his hips, body splayed across the floor, Emil already deep in him. His muscles contract in surprise, spasming around Emil's shaft, clenching tight and throbbing. Prompto gasps, body shaking, blue eyes darting around as he becomes aware, body responding to the stimulation.

"Please," his voice cracks, and he swallows back a whimper, "don't do this."

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Would anyone ever see Noctis again? Was his name ever going to be allowed to be spoken in this apartment? Emil knew he was losing this uphill battle. It was surprising how strongly attached Prompto was to the royal brat, he'd expected this would be easier. He hadn't even had a chance to connect with him over their photos. Wait, he was an idiot. Of course, that was the way to go, once they had a quiet moment.

He had a lot to get done though, he might have to come up with yet another fake newspaper if this stubborn streak kept up in Prompto. He needed to let go but how to do that without fucking biting over every one of those obscene marks on his skin? He wanted something a little more tasteful and understated in an omega. He'd do it if he had to but... well it might work...

Later on, when he was getting ready for another session with Prompto he noticed he wasn't sleeping well. Maybe it was the breaks. Actually, now that he thought about it he'd never gotten any pain medicine for them had he? Well. Such is life, Prompto had time to think about his actions while in pain. So much the better that they get on the floor. Prompto can't hurt himself down here anymore most likely. Especially when he's tied down.

It was for his own good obviously, it was a safety precaution and kinda hot if he did say so himself.

"You say that baby but you're wet and hard. You get more inviting to me every time." he slams hard enough to bruise the inside of Prompto's thighs if he hasn't already. Such is his good work, he'll appreciate that later. Maybe he'll take some photos of it, in fact, he thinks he will and he'll send it off to Accordo. To a certain rotten royal little shit.

He groaned when Prompto's voice cracked. "You're not gonna cry, are you? You're kinda killing the mood. No. Not kinda you are." he huffed and stopped to reach for the tape. "I didn't think I'd need to do this." said as he had the tape ready in arm's reach. "But you leave me no choice." he ripped a piece of tape off and slid it over Prompto's lips. Then one more, longer, to cover the first one.

"I'm going to help you through this; despite you, if I have to. You need to let me in, Prompto. Fighting the inevitable will only hurt you in the long run." he began thrusting again. "I'm gonna do something to help us both here. Just... as soon as we're ready. I wanted to wait for this but I think you need the help." he took Prompto's cock in hand and jacked him until he was coming. He didn't want to come himself but he wanted Prompto to. That's the only time omegas liked it, he knew that much. As soon as Prompto finished he'd lean down and sink his teeth into his flesh. He didn't aim anywhere, in particular, he just wanted a blank patch of skin and he ended up in the center of Prompto's breastplate. Nice shallow-to-bone so it would show up.

Emil hadn't done it before, didn't know how hard to go so he kept going until he tasted blood and then bit in deeper. He didn't want to make a mistake and he wanted Prompto to know which one was his. He needed to know he belonged to another alpha now.

[hajimetejanai]

Prompto struggled, pushing back weakly as Emil started thrusting harder, bruising the tender skin between his thighs and causing shockwaves of pain through his broken limbs. He couldn't help how his body responded, how sensitive he was when touched, no matter how it made him want to recoil.

He tried to protest, but the tape over his mouth stopped any further argument. The sounds he made were limited to muffled whimpers and moans behind the tape as Emil continued. Emil easily pushed his hand away, looping a bit of rope around his wrist and tugging it over his head as he tied it to one of the legs of the bed, leaving Prompto's bare chest exposed.

As Emil began to stroke him, Prompto shivered, thighs shaking as he tried to resist the feeling, tried to fight it, but he couldn't keep his body from slowly reacting, orgasm building until he was coming roughly into Emil's hand, muscles twitching, breath ragged as it hissed through his nose.

He almost didn't realize what was happening as Emil leaned in, baring his teeth. Prompto jerked, shaking his head, writhing and twisting and doing everything he could to fight the inevitable. His whole body shuddered as the teeth broke skin, eyes shot wide, back arching and straining against his bonds. The bite ran deep, tearing skin and bruising deep down into the tissues beneath. His thin chest was heaving, eyes growing slightly glazed and half-lidded as their scents mingled, this new alpha's hooks leeching their way beneath his skin.

His body jerked a couple more times, though it seemed a series of diminished returns, little, less, nothing, til he lay still on the floor, breath slowly evening out, head lolled to one side and eyes somewhat glassy.

A pleased smile touched Emil's face, his tongue laving over the fresh bite, blood still oozing in the center of Prompto's chest. The reaction was just what he'd hoped for, just a bit of compliance and see how much better things were? His thrust became erratic, his own triumph pushing him over the edge as much as the soft and pliant body beneath him.

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What a fucking fool he was. It was that easy! Prompto was subdued like a normal Omega. He made this harder than it had to be and all out of stubbornness. Because he wasn't going to be like that damned pompous prince Noctis. Well, clearly that asshat knew what he was doing. All these bites were tethers in Prompto. It wouldn't be easy to break that bond but he would. Bite by bite if he had to. He had said that before but didn't expect to have to live up to that one. Yet here he was. Well, he'd try it for now. Prompto seemed to calm down. Maybe one bite was all he needed.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it? That's all I ask, sweetheart, that you just work with me," he said as he laid down with Prompto, careful not to bump his broken bones. "I ought to get you more ice for those. Just... gimme a minute." his eyes were heavy, he wanted to sleep in this beautiful moment. Their scents mingling together, Prompto under his power. It was happening, at last, they were becoming one.

"Prompto, look at me." he wanted to test it while lying here. "Look at me, Prompto, keep your eyes on me. I don't want any more violence from you. No more defying me, no more struggling do you understand? And no more crying about Noctis. That's over. You're with me now and I'm gonna take care of you. You will let me do that, understand?" he waited for a response before he pulled out and patted Prompto on the hip.

"I'll get you some ice. Lie still and don't move your leg. I'll be back and we can continue. Maybe if you're good I can take the tape off and kiss you. You'd like that won't you?" it was technically a question but it wasn't spoken like one. More like a statement of fact or a casual sort of order. Emil disappeared and took a long time to return. When he did the ice he put on Prompto's swollen joints was watery in the bag.

"Sorry, I had to go out for ice and got distracted on the way home. I got some food too. Do you think you want to try to get your tape off?"

[hajimetejanai]

Prompto felt like his mind and body had gone to war. Noct rarely had to compel him, and when he'd done so, it was for good reason. Emil... Prompto didn't even have to wonder if he'd abuse his power, that was likely the primary incentive to have done it in the first place. The last thing Prompto wanted to do was follow a single one of Emil's orders, but despite how actively he'd been resisting, it was hard to make his limbs comply.

He still pulled at the restraint, but it was weak and hardly noticeable, eyes unfocused as Emil spoke. It wasn't until the first order that he stiffened beneath Emil, head turning as if of its own accord. He tried to screw his eyes shut, but only succeeded in a dull, half-lidded gaze up at his captor, his brows knit together in both worry and fear.

Prompto didn't want to follow a single one of those orders. He wanted to scour the room for another weapon, wanted to thrust it through one of Emil's eyes, or worse, but all he could manage was a barely perceptible nod when the alpha insisted on a response.

He winced as Emil pulled out, the motion jarring on his abused leg and bruised hips and thighs. The pain had become steady and often throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Since Emil hadn't ordered him to respond, he let his eyes glance away. Why the hell would he want to earn Emil's approval? Why would he want anyone but Noct's lips on his? Still, he couldn't disobey, and if not for the slight fever he was running due to all the poorly treated injuries, he might have been chilled, lying on the floor so long, exposed and still bound, but instead he was wide awake and simply trying to ignore the pain and slow loss of feeling in the wrist that was bound to the bed.

Prompto passed in and out of consciousness in a fevered sort of haze, waiting for Emil's return. He heard the door open, and this time the sound alone was enough to wake him, jolting him into alertness, heart thudding faster as the fear returned. He was shivering slightly, still a mess on the floor, Emil's seed grown sticky and cold on his skin, the bite still raw, deep and oozing, not yet scabbed over, though the blood had grown tacky and dark where it pooled and streaked over his chest.

Food? It'd been almost two days since he'd eaten, but he had little drive for it. Seeing that article had made him lose all appetite and the growing fever hadn't helped. He didn't look up or respond to Emil's question, it was faint, but it was the only defiance he could muster.

[starless_sky]

Didn't all alphas abuse their power? If you could even call it abuse. Didn't all alphas demonstrate their authority? This was their nature, who they were as alphas. All of them demanded loyalty from their omegas. Emil wasn't asking very much of Prompto, a pittance really. Just look at him and acknowledge him as his superior. His master.

He did a fair job. Passable. Emil would accept it this time. "I know you're tired. In the future I'll want a smiling face when you look at me." he squeezed Prompto's cheeks where he'd bruised then before forcing them into a smile behind the tape.

Then he was gone and returned. He had some terrible mix of items from a deli counter. The scent of it in the bag broadcasted Emil's poor taste. A broad mix of spices and condiments that didn't belong together.

"Prompto. When I ask a question I expect an answer. I know you're hungry. You need to eat. Look at me. I'll tell you what you can do to earn your tape coming off. It's easy. Just sit with me. We'll look through kingstagram together. I want you to see some photos, they'll make you feel better." he's been dying to show Prompto his collection.

They're terrible of course. Poorly lit, the subjects in strange angles and positions in frame, confusing use of color and greyscale. A clerks amateur who fancied himself a savant.

Emil laid with Prompto on the floor and scrolled through his photos while explaining his theory behind each one. There were hundreds of photos and the sun set long before he grew bored of talking. "... And this one the light was low... It kinda reminded me of like a bomb about to go off like angry energy? But at the same time it was like life. And a flower too. There's so much symbolism there." Finally Emil took Prompto's tape off. "You're a really good listener."

He took a bit of a sandwich and offered it to Prompto. It was a strange combination of saurkraut, mustard, mayonnaise, and bologna. He held it up to Prompto for a bite.

"Go on, try it. It's my favorite from when I was a kid. You know my mom made me a sandwich like this but I told her it needed embellishing. I was 5 or 6. I knew that word then too those were my exact words. I knew a lot of them when I was little. I was always an advanced reader..." and off he was again.

"Hey. When your finished we should try something. Let's get you on the bed I want to do something."

[hajimetejanai]

Prompto winced as Emil grabbed his cheeks, the earlier slaps and bruises jarred into painful memory. Each demand seemed a harder obstacle than the last, and Prompto felt nothing but relief when Emil finally left, even if it was only for a few hours.

The smell of the food hit him before Emil even mentioned it, sharp with the tang of sauerkraut and cured meat. He trembled visibly when Emil's voice grew stern, chastising him for not answering properly. He hated that on some level he wanted to comply, wanted Emil to be pleased with him. He lay still as Emil joined him, continuing his talk about his photos. Prompto tried to keep up, but the fever, dehydration, and pain of his injuries had him barely conscious. Not that Emil seemed to take notice.

Prompto flinched as the tape was pulled, leaving an angry red welt in the shape of the tape behind on and around his abused mouth. As Emil held out the sandwich to him, he recoiled, mouth closed, at least for a moment, before he was ordered to comply.

Emil didn't wait before crushing the sandwich against his lips, and Prompto took a messy bite, condiments smeared over his face and little of it actually getting in his mouth. Even so, he chewed obediently, stomach roiling and eyes downcast before he forced it down. Hearing Emil's excitement at what was to come made Prompto in no hurry to finish eating, though he couldn't say he wanted more of the vile sandwich.

"Two more bites," Emil insisted, making sure to wedge the thing further into his mouth the second time, certain that Prompto had to take an entire mouthful. He jerked instinctively against his bonds, the fingertips of his right hand numb and starting to discolor slightly.

Emil licked the side of his face when he'd finished a couple more bites, seeming to savor the taste of it all, his breath hot and potent against Prompto's neck. Prompto couldn't help a quiet whimper, though it was certainly driven more by fear than the touch of this sad excuse for an alpha. Emil, however, was just pleased to hear the reaction, running a hand down Prompto's neck, sliding through the tacky blood on his chest. The bite didn't seem to be closing up properly, but that was probably normal, wasn't it? He hadn't bitten anyone before, but that was probably why they scarred over so badly on some omega. They were supposed to scar, supposed to be a visible reminder of his power over them.

He licked the blood from his fingertips in contemplation, before cutting the cord at Prompto's wrist. Yes, that would be a good warmup before the main event, he thought gleefully. Emil pulled Prompto up into a sitting position, his back leaning against the bedframe, and had the kindness to give him a pillow sit on, so he didn't have to position himself quite so painfully on his knees for this part.

Emil had already dropped his trousers, and needed little encouragement before he was hard and aching. He tugged Prompto's hair, jerking his neck back as he tapped Prompto's cheek a few times with his erection, pressing the musky scent against his face.

"Let's see how sweet you can be, hmm?" Emil taunted, before pressing the tip to Prompto's lips teasingly.

"Start slow," he ordered, "lick it, show me how you'd do it for that pitiful excuse for a prince."

Prompto was on the verge of twisting his face away, despite how it pulled painfully at his hair, but at the alpha's order, he hesitantly complied. His mouth became slowly pliant, and Emil thrust as far as the back of his teeth, waiting for the feel of Prompto's tongue along the bottom of his cock before he started up a slow and indulgent rhythm.

[starless_sky]

Emil knew Prompto would like his favorite foods. That was a thing omegas and alphas shared, right? It was part of the bond or something. Well, they'd like it together. Prompto would come to love all the things Emil showed him, he'd have little choice when his alpha loved it. He'd love it too. Especially when he made his life so divine.

For now, it was Prompto's turn to make his life divine and honestly, he wasn't doing the most enthusiastic job. Prompto was a bit sluggish since the bite, it was starting to bum him out. He was licking, he was sucking sort of... Emil had a few sex workers before, they did it half-heartedly of course, just for money the sluts. But they had more power in their mouths than this. He was pumping on his own which did a lot for him but he wanted his mate to prove himself a little more gleefully.

"Come on, Prom, you can do better than that, show me your best. I wanna see you show off." he pushed far enough back his balls touched Prompto's lips. "Don't tell me he never had you do this for him, I bet he was a short little stubbie. Ain't got nothing, only a soft-penised loser would have to leave so many obscene bite marks on you." while he demanded more interactive head he was starting to thrust faster to the point he might not give Prompto a chance to fulfill the request before he comes. He pants softly as he moves.

"Feels nice but you could do better and I want you to."

[hajimetejanai]

Prompto had no interest in impressing Emil, but he couldn't help the innate need for an alpha's approval, to know he was pleasing him. Despite what his heart wanted, his body responded, pushing down his gag reflex, eyes closing as he sucked and licked, swirling his tongue over the head and shaft with more precision. He choked a little as Emil thrust all the way in, but forced himself to breathe through his nose as Emil gripped his hair for leverage. His mouth was warm and wet, throat constricting around the man's cock, his tongue trying to keep up as he hollowed his cheeks for better suction.

Saliva dribbled from his lips, already a darker pink from the tape and bruising force of Emil's kisses. His skin was flushed and warm with fever, and the way his head rocked left him feeling dizzy, but it seemed enough to please Emil, who jerked a few more times before unloading partway in his mouth, cumming on Prompto's face as much as in his mouth.

"Swallow," he made sure to order, a cruel smile painting his expression, "you're still hungry afterall, aren't you?"

Prompto's eyes watered and he panted to catch his breath, but he winced and swallowed what remained, the taste doing little to calm his upset stomach.

"Better. There's hope for you yet," Emil purred with approval and Prompto hated how his body responded, flushing slightly at the praise, his own arousal showing lazy interest.

Emil, of course, took note, his hand sliding over the quick rise and fall of Prompto's chest, thumbing a nipple, teeth grazing over his collarbone just to hear the catch in the omega's breath. Gods, Prompto made him hungry and needy in a way he'd never imagined. And if he could get this response from just one bite, imagine his lovesick alpha greeting him at the door, wet and ready, eager to please, every night.

He picked Prompto up, careless of his injuries, save for the way Prompto cried out as his leg and arm twisted painfully. He set the boy down on the bed, remembering too late, the watery bag of ice and painkillers he'd set aside. A potion might have been better, but they were much harder to get, and a sadistic part of him thought Prompto had earned the pain. Still, he was a generous alpha.

Emil picked up the painkillers, taking a small handful without checking the dosage before placing his hand over Prompto's mouth and giving the order once more to swallow. Prompto obeyed on reflex, a number of the pills disappearing, and he ruffled the blond's hair approvingly.

"I don't want you to think of pain when you think of me, love," he insisted, "I can take such good care of you if you'll just let me."

It would take a few minutes for the painkillers to take effect anyway. That would give him time to set up for the main event. While he loved the idea of tying Prompto up in all sorts of positions to helplessly mewl for release, today, he told himself, he was thinking of his omega's comfort, really. If he took care to keep his broken limbs from jostling too much, he could be a bit more rough with the rest of him, and they could both still have fun.

Emil started with the legs this time, looping red rope around the knees(any lower and he risked that ankle), splaying his thighs apart as he tugged a piece of rope to either side of the bedframe, putting Prompto's body on lewd display. He was getting wet already, from their earlier play, Emil noticed with satisfaction, not hesitating to thrust two fingers deep inside, sliding over Prompto's inner walls before licking them clean. The last piece of rope was for Prompto's right arm, looping the wrist a few times before he pulled it high over the boy's head, no pesky distraction from the rest of his body.

Before he forgot, he retrieved his camera, snapping a few artistic shots of his handiwork, focusing on the way the rope dug into skin and the contrast of the pale skin and red. Prompto would have some amazingly sexy bruises later, he reasoned.

Prompto, on the other hand, was finally starting to feel the effects of the painkillers, though on his mostly-empty stomach it didn't help his nausea. Still, the pain became a background throbbing rather than the crushing weight it had been before. His legs shook slightly, muscles spread just wide enough to make the stretch start to burn. How long would Emil keep him like this? He flinched away from the pictures, hoping to any astral that would listen that they'd be burned before anyone else set eyes on them.

[starless_sky]

The photos were perfect, the head wasn't half bad, Prompto was obeying him. It was like his life was finally coming together. He loved it when all the pieces fell into place. Prompto looked cute when he tried to squirm away from the camera.

"Don't be shy now cutie. Smile for your alpha, show me how happy you are to be mine now." he took more photos and sent them to his phone before setting the camera down and crawling between Prompto's legs. He'd send those to his royal highness later but only after Prompto was asleep. He had to keep up the ruse with him after all.

He didn't notice the trembling or if he did it was a passing thing and clearly Prompto was eager for him. He had better not keep his man waiting, his poor young omega who couldn't fend for himself. Emil crawled onto the bed between his legs, already hard, cock bobbing as he got in position.

"I want you to be loud this time, Prompto, I want you to say my name and tell me how much you love it when I fuck you. This is going to be our future." he pet Prompto's face once as he positioned himself and shoved inside him. It wasn't harsh, Prompto was so sopping wet it was easy to just slide in. But this time Emil was rutting at a breathless pace gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, he wanted those bruises, he could already imagine the photograph of Prompto's bare ass with the handprints on them.

"Go on, tug on your ties, it's hot."

[hajimetejanai]

Prompto couldn't help a shameful flush from spreading over his face, shoulders, chest, as Emil continued to take photos. He was shy, yes, but this wasn't the same, this was humiliation and shame. Still, he tried to obey, raising his eyes to look at the camera, though they were slightly glazed with the compulsion. Happy? No, he could never be happy to be anyone but Noct's, and though he tried to smile, it was hard to keep a hint of fear and worry from it, nor how his body trembled with its inner turmoil.

He whimpered and gasped as Emil readied himself, squeezing his eyes closed and feeling revulsion rise in his already nauseous gut. The alpha forced his way in and Prompto was already panting, trying to bite his lip to keep from moaning, but unable to keep from following orders. He shook his head and flinched as Emil touched his face, body full-on shivering and shaking with both fever and his conflicting emotions.

"E... mil," he forced the words out, "I..."

His legs shook, muscles burning with the prolonged stretch, bruising and chafing where the ropes held him, and more so where Emil's fingers pressed in. As Emil lifted his hips to continue, it pulled at his bonds, muscles and ligaments screaming in pain, making him whimper and cry out just as much as the rhythmic thrusts. Emil leaned in, licking a possessive line up Prompto's bare and bruised chest and up toward his throat.

There was no resistance, and Prompto's fear and trembling only excited him further, one hand moving up to press into that unprotected neck, just enough to cut off the omega's air. He clicked his tongue, thrusting in deep, breath hot and wet against Prompto's ear.

"If you can't be loud, I'll make sure you can't make another sound," Emil taunted, releasing his neck to grip his chin instead, forcing Prompto's face to look into his own. "Scream for me Prompto, darling."

Prompto felt dizzy and overwhelmed, his breath rough and ragged as Emil let go. When he screamed, it was raw, scraping against his throat, more a sob than anything of lust, but it seemed to satisfy Emil.

"Please," Prompto begged, "I can't, I..."

He moaned as Emil emptied himself inside him, the thrust growing irregular as he finished, collapsing on top of Prompto's prone form. The drugs, at least, had started to take effect, and the heavy dose left him feeling dazed and heavy, like the room was spinning and his body far away.

"I... I love it when you fuck me," his voice became just as dazed and glassy, under the drug's influence it was easier to let go of control and just obey. He was so tired of fighting, surely Emil would be pleased, wouldn't he?

[starless_sky]

It's a sick thing crossing the ocean for your fiance when you know he's in the hands of a psychopath. You feel sick, you can't eat, you can't sleep, and you can't think about anything other than how to get there faster and what you're going to do when you get there. How will you find your lover? How will you find his captor? What will you do with him once there is no longer distance between you?

Death didn't seem fitting for this guy. It was too fast. Noctis' brain was unraveling as they went, he no longer had the thought process necessary for torture or anything clever really. He'd been able to escape his main guard and that was about it. Nyx and crew came with him to cross the sea back to Lucis and they had been a great help but he couldn't think. At least not about anything but Pompto and what he must be going through right now.

He knew it was awful, he'd never tell that his mind was filled with graphic rape and torture scenarios that seemed to get wilder by the moment. They did nothing, didn't help him, didn't get him there faster they just made him more upset and physically ill at times. How could he fuck this up? Again? How could he leave Prompto alone? Right after they were announced? What a colossal moron. Did he not think that Prompto would be the center of attention? Did he not think at all? Clearly not. He was a fucking dipshit who had left his omega to this. Some alpha he was.

Then the photos came as if to prove to Noct just how limited his imagination was. He didn't want to share them for Prompto's sake but they were so upsetting he couldn't not. He needed help to identify just what Prompto's injuries were anyway. Crowe could point it out with a discerning eye in that no-nonsense tone. Nyx and Libertus were rubbing his back either to comfort him or to make sure he didn't go off like a bomb. It was worse than he thought possible. He'd imagined the worst he thought but he hadn't considered someone breaking bones and tying Prompto up for fun, he hadn't imagined a new bite, he clearly hadn't been prepared for the reality of a professional. The kids at school had been nothing.

So, Noctis was armed with information by the time he got to the apartment. He knew Prompto was injured, tied up, possibly feverish. Nyx and Crowe had emphasized he needed to get Prompto out, leave the dirtbag for them. Get. Prompto. Out. Don't look at the motherfucker, don't attack, do nothing. Do nothing.

That's all nice in theory. He did well honestly. He got into the apartment after they traced Prompto's phone the brief moment it was on. He warped up here, the elevator was too slow. He hadn't even kicked the door in. That hard. Prompto's bag was over his shoulder, retrieved from a cabinet. Noct took in small sips of air. Not getting into that man's scent, we're doing nothing to him. Nothing. We are getting Prompto and leaving. That is all. Nyx is going to take him out, Crowe is going to hogtie him. Libterus and Pelna will make sure he doesn't go anywhere.

That was such a nice wholesome idea. Until Noctis got to the bedroom.

I...I love it when you fuck me.

There, was that so hard? Heh.... so hard. That was good.

And he saw it. Prompto and that... thing. And that's the last thing he remembers before being on the carpet with the guy under him, his fists bloody as he knocked the guy's teeth in. It was noisy, it was so loud in here but he couldn't stop, it was like he was watching himself from within his own head like he was merely a passenger in his body. Quietly, in the back of his mind, he realized he'd been screaming the whole time. His hands were covered in blood. There were other voices but he couldn't make himself stop, he couldn't do anything it was like he was on a rail.

He didn't care.

[hajimetejanai]

Prompto was barely coherent enough to make sense of Emil's attempt at humor. He was foggy with the drugs, and only noticed when Emil's weight was gone, when the thrusting had stopped, the painful pull on his limbs loosened, if only slightly. The rise and fall of his chest was slight, too slow, his eyes unfocused.

He could hear the sounds of impact, shouting, familiar voices. It had to be a dream though, no one knew he was here, no one knew how to find him. And Noct? Prompto had been too paralyzed with fear to read the article. He felt sick just seeing the document that spoke of his mate's supposed death, but everything told him Noct couldn't be here. That this was some illusion, or hallucination, a dream brought on by his fever.

His head lolled to the side, eyes struggling to focus on the blur of dark hair, the familiar silhouette. The arm that wasn't tied to the bed was broken, but he tried to move it anyway, just reaching toward the faintest hope. He was barely able to stir, unable to make sense of the raised voices as he tugged weakly at his bonds. It wasn't until Noct's scent hit him that he seemed to startle, gasping and sobbing and straining against his bonds in a blind, desperate panic to reach for his mate. His body felt on the verge of collapse, but it didn't matter, he had to find Noct.

It took both Nyx and Crowe to pull Noct off of the man, his face already a swollen bloodied mess. Crowe delivered a hard slap to the side of Noct's face, trying to shake him from the bloodlust.

"Blondie needs you. Now," she almost growled.

Libertus had just reached the bedside, pulling a knife free to start on the ropes as Pelna secured the entryway, keeping any curious neighbors or bystanders from getting in the way and contacting local authorities and emergency medical services.

"Shit, he looks bad," Libertus shook his head.

"Highness," Nyx's voice was sharp as he moved to secure Emil, "if you've got potions, there's no time to waste."

[starless_sky]

He wasn't able to focus on much. Emil could be a bloody pulp by now, Noctis wouldn't really notice. He just had to keep going it was a compulsion. Right until Crowe slapped him. When... When had they gotten here? Noctis blinked as if seeing this room for the first time.

Potions. Nyx was here. Prompto needed potions. Right. He had a high potion on him along with several regulars. That's when the sobbing hit his ears. The gasping that could only be Prompto. Noct could tell his sounds even in a crowd.

Suddenly he was at his beside. Prompto... It was bad. It was so much worse than he expected. Why was Prompto trying to move? Noct broke his high potion over his mate, then the others. All of them. It didn't seem to fix it all. Prompto was still a swollen bloody mess. Noct took his hand but the words couldn't come out. What could he say?

"I'm here Prompto. It's over now." he barely forced the words out. He was shaking even in his core. His lips curled up, he felt jittery like he might vomit but he giggled instead. And just like before he couldn't stop.

[hajimetejanai]

Nyx scraped what was left of Emil up from the floor and put him in restraints. He still had a pulse, and Noct was far from the only alpha that wanted to tear a piece out of the man's hide for what he'd done to their Prompto. Crowe looked pissed, watching the situation with impatience and concern as the potions failed to do much. At least they healed that vicious-looking bite on Prompto's sternum. She couldn't imagine having that cruel reminder of his time here. Not that the broken bones and other bruises would be much easier on the kid. She helped Libertus with the restraints, carefully removing them and trying not to irritate the bruises any further.

The potions seemed to help clear away some of the fog, but brought new pain. Prompto tried to sit up, but his body was sore and pain and dizziness from the fever reminded him that he shouldn't move. Prompto clung to the hand that held his, though his grip was weak. He wanted to cling to Noctis, relief flooding him. If this was a dream, that was alright, at least he was with Noct, that was all that mattered. As his restraints were removed, he tried to get closer, but his body didn't seem to want to listen, and his breath became worried and shallow.

When Noct started laughing, Prompto wasn't sure how to respond. He was so relieved to see his mate, but something was so wrong. Noct felt so far away, his laughter out of place. Prompto felt helpless to stop it, worried he'd caused it. Had Noct realized he was so much more trouble than he was worth? Prompto's head lolled to the side, near their intertwined hands, and he licked weakly at his alpha's fingers, offering what comfort he could.

Pelna leaned in, hand to an earpiece, "Medical is on their way, shouldn't be more than two minutes. Is he stable?"

Libertus nodded, rifling through their field kit for bandages, anything better than the crude splints the other man had used. Prompto looked feverish too, and he tried not to feel sick thinking of how he'd gotten to that state. Though there were blankets and sheets around, they were covered in that pathetic excuse for an alpha's scent. He took off his jacket, at least as a beta he didn't need to worry about overpowering scents, and set it carefully over Prompto. It was big enough that the small omega could easily be wrapped in it as they took him out, he was sure the glaives would understand.

Crowe looked about ready to slap the prince again, so Libertus coughed loudly and put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently, "Highness, did you hear that? Med team is almost here. We should wait to move him, but- but he needs you, yeah? Don't go to pieces on us, Prompto most of all."