Kidnapping a/b/o Promptis
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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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Date: 2020-02-02 07:09 am (UTC)Nyx, Crowe, and Libertus were busy with Noct's trip, making sure he made it safely to his political meetings. Besides, they lived in a pretty safe neighborhood, and who would be looking for him rather than the future king of Lucis? He took the right precautions, didn't talk to anyone, took direct routes home after school...
Someone would've had to know which paths he took, which little gaps in security could be slipped through. Those few public areas where a person could easily disappear in a crowd, or a dark alley, clear streets where someone might be swiped into an unsuspecting vehicle.
Needless to say, Prompto usually had his guard up after the incident at school. He was careful, he did as he was told, but even the best behavior couldn't keep him safe after Emil's cautious planning. He didn't even hear the man approach, as he headed straight for his and Noct's shared apartment. Just a few more yards and he'd be safe within its secure walls.
There was a firm hand behind him, a cloth held in front of his face. He couldn't help a gasp, and the scent of something sharp as he inhaled. Like gasoline, or nail polish, but much more intense. He could feel his knees buckle, and barely had a moment to struggle, his school bag falling from his hand as he tried to pry at the cloth covering his nose and mouth. There was nowhere else to breathe, and he shook weakly, another breath enough to make his vision dark as he slumped against the unseen figure.
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Prompto's head was pounding.
Just the natural light coming in the windows felt too bright behind his eyelids, and he woke with a start, wincing a second later at the ache. It took several moments for the pieces to fall into place, for Prompto to realize that this wasn't his couch back home, that Noct's scent was completely gone, that the scent that permeated here was alien and strange, as was the scenery.
He felt his chest get tight, panic settling in. He didn't know this place at all, the only thing he recognized were the pictures.
Gods, the pictures. They were... all of him. Lifted from his online accounts, blown up and printed, taken from magazines, online articles, but all him or his photography. Prompto started shaking slightly, eyes darting for an exit. The windows told him he was several stories off the ground, and his fear of heights was enough to keep him from bolting for the windows. Instead, he looked for the nearest door, something that looked like an exit.
The knob jostled, but didn't budge, no matter what way he turned the lock, and he found himself making quietly desperate noises as he tried to open it, panic rising.
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Date: 2020-02-02 07:33 am (UTC)With Noctis in Accordo the bulk of their security was with him securing the buildings they went to and all paths he took in a foreign land. It was assumed a skeleton crew could handle things for the prince consort, he had nothing new going on while Noctis was away. Other than Emil.
It all happened quickly, the planning, coming here, all of his plans, his supplies. What should have taken months he did in a fraction of the time, all in a manic haze. Even the moment, the blessed moment where they locked eyes was a treasure. Emil's heart soared, even as someone looked at them twice, even as someone else gasped across the street. Time had slowed down, as his hand came around Prompto's face with the rag.
Eyes were on him, he knew it, his skin was itching, they were all staring, everyone even in the buildings, the faces in the advertisements on the walls. All of them judging him, calling him names. Stupid, talentless slob, ugly. He didn't deserve Prompto, they all knew it. He had to shake that off. This was going to work, Prompto would understand, he'd see the truth underneath all that shame. They disappeared into the shadows. Emil scooped up Prompto's school bag as it dropped and backed into the alley where he'd parked.
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The fall alone would kill Prompto so it is best that the windows don't entice him. Besides, the one window that opens to the fire escape has been sealed shut. Now there is only one way out and it is indeed locked. Emil is in another part of the apartment waiting for this very moment.
The knob won't give way, the door will not move in its jam, there is nothing in the apartment that can be jammed into the lock.
But soon the door swings open, pushing Prompto back.
"You're awake! Oh gods, I'm so happy." the door closed, a click. "Let me look at you." Emil was a tall man, grown, light brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, a medium layer of muscle up and down him. His hair was long, pulled back in a ponytail at the base of his neck.
He strode over to grab Prompto with both hands. "I've waited for this. Sit down, shh-shh it's okay, calm down. Sit on the bed with me. You're alright."
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Date: 2020-02-02 08:01 am (UTC)Or at least, that'd been the plan.
Prompto was lost in darkness as his body was dragged away and Emil made his escape.
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If Prompto knew what awaited him, he might have been tempted by the windows. Even if his knees locked up in fear, it was far better than the alternative. But struggle as he might, the door only shudders a bit on its hinge. It isn't until the door began to open from the other side that he stumbled back, eyes wide and frightened.
The man was completely unfamiliar. His features were Lucian, but aside from that, he could think of nothing he recognized. He fidgeted rabbit-like, eyes darting over the man's features, trying to think of why this man was talking to him, why he seemed so relieved. Had he come to rescue him? Was he here to explain what had happened?
Prompto found himself backpedaling as Emil got closer, shaking his head, but for every step Prompto took, Emil's stride seemed like two. He caught him by the upper arms, and Prompto froze, locked up with tension as he looked up, almost tripping over his feet as he was led to the edge of the bed.
"M...my head hurts," he managed, still looking around the room as if someone might come in at any moment, explain it was all a prank somehow.
"I... where am I?"
Emil's smile softened and he let go with one hand, gently sweeping Prompto's blond locks behind one ear. His hair was just as soft as he'd imagined, his skin so pale, freckles dotting it like constellations, pink lips flushed and wet-looking, so inviting, and the scent... Emil could write volumes of poetry on that alone. He wished he could drown himself in that sweetness.
"You're home," Emil said simply, eyes close to tears as his dream finally began to be realized.
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Date: 2020-02-02 08:22 am (UTC)Emil was gentle as he put Prompto in his car and went home, his building was unmanned downstairs and the security cameras were long since out of service. Lazy cheap landlords. There had been two muggings in the lobby and without video proof of the crime there was nothing to track the assailant. Nothing stopped him as he hopped in the elevator and put Prompto to bed.
"I'm sorry angel, I can't give you a Tylenol right now, you need to rest and let this wear off. I can close the blinds though if you like." he didn't get up from the bed.
"I'll stay with you until you feel better, how's that? I've been wanting to talk to you since we got home. There's so much I want to tell you. It's... just amazing to have you here. Amazing to finally be together with you." his eyes were overbright.
"We can talk about everything, I can show you my photos. We can start there." he grinned, reaching for his phone. "Go on, lay back down, your head isn't going to feel better unless you do."
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Date: 2020-02-02 08:36 am (UTC)Prompto was nearly rigid with shock. What? No, no there was something incredibly wrong happening. He didn't know this man, didn't know this place, this scent, this room, none of it. But the more Emil spoke, the more Prompto could feel himself sinking, a deep despair, a fear he wanted to put firmly in his past creeping up and suffocating him.
"What?" his voice was a barely audible squeak.
Before he could process more, Emil was already talking, going so fast, acting like this was just another day, like they were old friends, like nothing was wrong.
"I..." Prompto jerked a little, relieved when Emil released him, if only to grab his phone. He had no intention of following the advice, not when his mind felt so muddled and panic was bubbling up impossibly fast.
"N-no, I need to go, I need to find Noct and-"
Emil's smile seemed to falter for a moment as he returned with the phone, but it was replaced quickly, as if Prompto hadn't said a word, hadn't said that name.
"You're not feeling well, Darling," he tried, "please, this will all make sense, you're going to hurt yourself if you don't calm down. Everything is fine."
Prompto shook his head slowly. Everything was far from fine. And the more this man spoke, the more Prompto knew he had to get away. Where was his phone? His bag? Had he dropped it? If he could just get a message to Noct or Crowe, anyone. give them some hint of where he was...
"I... I'll be fine," Prompto swallowed hard, "Please, I need to know where I am. What's going on? Where's... where's Noct?"
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Date: 2020-02-02 08:48 am (UTC)"It's okay, you're home with me, we're on mangrove street." one of the longest roads in Insomnia. It snaked through the better part of town to the business sector to the university and then through the bad neighborhoods. "Here at Two Keys." the name of not only multiple apartment blocks but also several restaurants.
"Shh shhh, no more. No more of this." he was soft, his voice almost a whisper. He took Prompto's wrist and tugged him back to the bed. "You don't have to say his name anymore, it's just us now. Come on, your head hurts, lie down and I can tell you everything. Please?" he smiled and put his second hand on Prompto's wrist. He could still save this. He had to still save this. He and Prompto were going to start off on the right foot. No hitting, no name-calling, he didn't want to start off with a temper.
It wouldn't be that way, Prompto wouldn't do that to him.
"I know it's confusing but it's better now, everything is better now. The way it should be, come on. Lay down with me. Please, baby?"
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Date: 2020-02-02 09:02 am (UTC)When Emil started trying to force him down on the bed, his grip became tighter, like steel on Prompto's thin wrists and it was too much like the school, too much like those awful memories in the gym. Prompto had fought tooth and nail then, had done all he could to get away, to call for help, because help had to be close by. But here? Did anyone know he was here? Did they know how to find him?
He shook his head, resisting, unwilling to lay down, and struggling all the more to get up, to run back toward the door. Emil still held his wrists firmly, and he could feel the first hot tears start to form at the corners of his eyes. His tugs became increasingly frantic, his breathing erratic and frightened.
"No, no, no, no, no," Prompto pulled, voice pleading. "I want Noctis, please, I need him."
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Date: 2020-02-02 09:13 am (UTC)"No. You don't. You need me. I need you. If you'd sit down and listen I could explain it." this isn't working out. He needs to calm down before he gets upset. He needs to give Prompto time to understand and lighten up too.
"He's not coming. It's just us here. But I can see you need more time." he huffed. "I'm going to give you a little more time in here to cool off. Your headache is clearly getting to your head!" a fake smile, tension underneath. "I'll come back in a little while. I hope you feel better soon." he brought Prompto's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. It looked great without that trashy ring on.
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Date: 2020-02-02 09:35 am (UTC)"I don't know you," Prompto says at last, and Emil's expression seems shaken before he gets up to leave.
"Don't you know how much it hurts me when you say that?" Emil's lip shook as he began to huff away, leaving Prompto with a few words and a kiss to his hand. It wasn't until Emil began to retreat that Prompto looked down at his fingers, noticing the lack of a band on his left ring finger. He hadn't had the ring long, but there was a line of pale skin that marked where it'd been.
He felt empty, hollow. That ring had been his lifeline, a reminder that Noct cared, no matter what doubts he might have, Noct was there for him, Noct loved him. And... and that symbol was gone.
It took a while for Prompto to cry himself out, great wracking sobs at first, devolved into sniffling as he scrambled around the room, working his fingers raw and bloody as he tried to find a window to open or any kind of escape, any way to send a message.
The dizzying headache finally did him in though, and he fell into a light sleep, eyes still red and a bit puffy from crying.
Emil, on the other hand, waited for the sound to die down, told himself that all relationships had a rocky start, and that this would be just another funny story they told of their first meeting. Afterall, how could Prompto not realize how they were meant to be? He didn't want to scare him, but perhaps it was time to use a bit more compulsion in his words, or maybe actions would speak to him better? Surely Prompto would come to understand.
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Date: 2020-02-02 07:12 pm (UTC)"You know me, we've talked online, on your photos, you know me baby. We have a great thing going on." his words were soft but getting weaker as his resolve crumbled. Prompto was throwing a tantrum. Quite a display in fact. Emil found himself getting mad, he had to step away.
"You hurt my feelings when you talk like that. Watch yourself, it's not just you in this." a deep breath. "I can see you need some time, your head hurts, I understand. Lie down and I'll go get some work done. We'll talk later." he left, locking the door behind him. He needed to calm down before he hurt himself or Prompto. He wasn't going to be this way again, not this time.
He had some work to do on his computer anyway, he worked predominantly online. He couldn't exactly hold a job in-person. But he made good money writing and editing user manuals for products. He had hours of work to get done and it tended to soothe him. This time however he was happier. Rather than order in and spend his night alone looking at Prompto's photos, he had the man himself. It became a carrot of sorts as he finished his work, each chapter he could send in he was one step closer to being back with Prompto. He fancied himself a normal breadwinner. A middle-class man with a spouse, maybe a child on the way eventually. He'd finish his work and return to his bed and make sweet love until they fell asleep and they'd whisper sweet nothings and have pillow talk. Prompto would see him for who he was inside, they'd love each other.
While it was the acceptance Emil needed, it was the lust that had his attention. He opened another tab on his laptop to view some porn while he worked and by the time he closed his computer for the night he needed a release. Normally he'd just masturbate or use some of his toys but tonight... well how better to come back to Prompto than as a loving partner?
He locked the bedroom door behind him. Prompto had explored the room, he could tell, but he looked so innocent while sleeping. Even more beautiful than in his selfies. Emil released his pheromones into the air intending to fill the room with them. His knee pressed into the mattress as he got on the bed to stare at his new mate. Prompto's freckles were so delicate and soft, his lips so pink, his hair so exotic and shiny. He whipped his phone out quickly and took a photo of him. He'd show it to Prompto later, the lighting was perfect.
Gently he stroked Prompto's soft cheek and leaned in for a kiss. He started to roll his hips, his dick was hard in his pants. Another soft kiss and he moaned, he was getting too excited, Prompto's smell was enough to get him nearly to the edge and he wanted to last. He had to back off.
The toys. Yes.
Out they came from the drawers all in a line on the bed. Emil pulled Prompto's tie off, opened his shirt, opened his belt and pulled his pants off onto the floor. Then his underwear. He was gorgeous but gods he was covered in scars. Had... had Prince Noctis done this to him? Talk about a needle-dick, was he that desperate to keep Prompto? What a poser. Emil stood at the foot of the bed appreciating the view, he took another few photos before he got to work.
His hands caressed up and down Prompto's body, gods he was so soft. Omegas really were soft like people said. He let another puff of pheromone out of his body. Hopefully, Prompto would be wet for him soon. He got off the bed and stripped, when he came back he spread Prompto's legs and crawled between them. His fingers went between his cheeks, feeling for his entrance. He pushed in a fingertip, he ought to be wet by now.
He'll start with a plug, just a little thing, a small spade-shaped one that pushed into his entrance with little issue. Emil thrusted it slowly to get it wet before pushing it all the way in and back out a few times.
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Date: 2020-02-02 07:45 pm (UTC)It wasn't so rare for Noct and Prompto to wake one another up with sweet, intimate gestures. Soft kisses and caresses, enticing words or inviting body language to start their day with a little excitement, or to perk Noct back up after a long nap.
He hardly stirred at the first kisses, Noct would let him sleep a bit longer, especially after that bad dream, he reasoned. And if he shifted a little to help undress himself, that wasn't so strange either, Noct wouldn't want him sleeping in his uniform. It wasn't until he felt those hands all over his body that he began to wake in earnest, letting out soft little pleased moans, his body reacting instinctively.
Prompto jerked when he was entered, first by a finger, then by something bigger, a whimper escaping his lips as his hips rocked against the toy. His eyes fluttered open, expecting to see Noct, a mischievous grin on his face, but instead it was-
It was still the nightmare.
Prompto gasped, scrambling back for a moment as he tried to process what was happening. He was completely naked, body flushed with faint arousal, legs spread wide as he was penetrated with the... toy? Something hard and unfamiliar. His chest began to constrict, breath shallow and fast as he looked up at Emil with fearful eyes, making a soft, whimpering sound. How had this happened?
Emil, on the other hand, was ecstatic. The way Prompto's body responded to him, the soft little moans and delicate breaths, he'd imagined them so many times, and seeing it in person was infinitely better. Each little gasp only stroking his ego, reminding him that he was right.
As Prompto gasped awake, he twisted his wrist, pushing the toy mercilessly up against Prompto's prostate and engaging the vibrate function. Watching how Prompto began to writhe and twist beneath him only made him harder. If he could ellicite those sounds with just a handful of toys, how much more would Prompto enjoy his cock?
He swiped a finger through the growing slick, inhaling deeply before tasting it. Gods, he was perfect.
"Please, I can't- I-" Prompto was begging for him to stop, but Emil only seemed spurred on. The steady vibrations against that bundle of nerves had him panting, but his mind was screaming at him to get away. He hated that his body reacted to the invasive touches, but Noct had trained him well, lavished attention and praised how receptive he was.
A rough hand grabbed his cock, spreading slick over him and Prompto squirmed, whimpering as he tried to put distance between them.
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Date: 2020-02-02 08:11 pm (UTC)Emil fancied himself the bringer of such joys, the way Prompto moaned and how delightfully pink he got! He was so cute, Emil needed to take more photos but that would be later. Next time. The way Prompto arched and even tried to get away, how cute. Maybe it was too much for him too, he didn't want to cum too soon either.
"It's okay, baby, you can finish if you want. We've got all night. Come on." he jacked Prompto's cock faster, hand tighter around him. "Just let go baby." he played with the head, pressing on it between two fingers before thumbing the slit and then pushing his finger against it, down into it. He swiped some more slick up from between his lips and sucked on his finger.
"Mmm... perfection." he gripped Prompto's hips and dragged him back down the bed. "Don't be shy, it's just me." he was in Prompto's face, hands wandering his body, lips on his and pushing his tongue into his mouth.
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Date: 2020-02-02 08:30 pm (UTC)Emil was thoroughly enjoying himself, patting himself on the back for waiting so long, getting his work finished, and given himself such a just reward. Prompto's dick, like the rest of him, was soft, pink, and flushed. It was on the small side, expected for an omega, but cute, and responsive, already hardening in his grasp. The sounds Prompto made were like music, and his scent in the air mixing with Emil's own was like a drug.
Prompto, on the other hand, was starting to cry again, tears streaking his face as he tried to fight his own body. The little toy withdrew, the numbing pressure inside retreated for a moment before Emil selected another, longer and thicker, ridged and textured. It wasn't quite Emil's size, but it would do a good job of stretching him open, with the added bonus of letting him watch each little reaction from the omega.
Their lips pressed together as he inserted it, eliciting a gasp from Prompto, and his pink mouth opened wider, allowing him access. Prompto was shivering delightfully as he inched the toy in further, setting the vibration tool to spasm randomly, varying in intensity so he could focus on stroking his new mate. Prompto's voice was growing increasingly desperate as the toy filled him, and as Emil roughly stroked him.
It seemed like no time at all before Prompto came, despite how he tried to deny it. Emil was shoving something else inside him, and the constant vibration made his legs feel like jelly when he wanted nothing more than to run away. He squirmed, sounds growing more pleading. He hadn't meant to come, hadn't wanted to, felt sticky with hot betrayal as he cried.
"Stop," he whimpered, voice cracking as he tried to push the man away. "Please."
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Date: 2020-02-02 09:01 pm (UTC)The last toy came out, Emil tossed it aside and lined himself up with Prompto. The head pushed in and it was still a tight fit. He grunted in effort and then slid inside. Gods it was better than he imagined, he gasped. "Fuck." he braced his hands on either side of Prompto's head. "You're so wet for me." He slid out, til just the head was inside and pushed back in, it was so easy. Tight, but easy. A few more experimental strokes and it was so smooth, the more he went the farther inside he could get. Soon he was sinking himself in all the way to the hilt.
"I've been waiting for this a long time." he got to a steady rhythm, their skin began to smack together, each thrust squelched.
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Date: 2020-02-02 09:19 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2020-02-03 04:52 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2020-02-03 05:20 am (UTC)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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Date: 2020-02-03 02:17 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2020-02-03 06:35 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2020-02-07 04:22 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2020-02-07 07:23 am (UTC)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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Date: 2020-02-08 06:46 am (UTC)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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Date: 2020-02-08 08:10 am (UTC)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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Date: 2020-02-09 01:45 am (UTC)"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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Date: 2020-02-09 03:58 am (UTC)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."