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I'm not a daemon!

[ He wasn't! He couldn't be. He was the prince of Lucis. He was supposed to bring back the light. How could he do that if he was a daemon? Did that mean that they were doomed to live in the darkness? He couldn't let that happen. Whatever he was, he couldn't let it stop him from making things right again.

Prompto gave him a hard look and Noct gave one of his own in return. He wasn't going to accept this. He couldn't let this control him...them. He pushed himself up so that he rested on his elbows. His chest practically bumped into the daemon above him. Prompto smelled different and he could still hear his heartbeat...

No, he had to ignore it. ]

Get off of me.

[Prompto didn't know what happened. One moment he was completely calm and in control, then the next Noctis ordered him to get off and he felt like if he did, he'd lose Noctis forever. He didn't want that. Noctis would be his, damnit! Suddenly all he wanted to do was prove that Noctis wasn't human. He needed Noct to accept that.]

Feel your teeth!

[Prompto did it for him, pressing down harder onto Noctis while he moved a hand towards Noctis' mouth, cupping the side of his face as his thumb pressed into Noct's mouth to press against one of his fangs. The sharp fang easily pierced his toughened skin like it was nothing even as Prompto was careful not to have his claw scratch the inside of his mouth. He preferred to see his marks.]

Weak little humans can't even hope to do what you can. What you did. You drained that man. Fucking killed him. And you loved it, didn't you? The way his heartbeat slowed. The light fading from his eyes. But most of all, that blood. Thick, and warm, and so delicious. You're cold, Noct. So very cold, but that warmth must have felt like heaven.

[Prompto stared at Noct as he spoke, kept his thumb in Noct's mouth. Teasing, tempting, and shoving the facts in Noct's face until he accepted them.]

[ Prompto moved closer to him and Noct tried moving back, but the other had cupped his face. He tried jerking back but he couldn't get out of his grip. He was too strong and the claws were too close to his skin. He let out a growl and narrowed his eyes. ]

Stop...

[He shouldn't have spoke. The movement and the pressure Prompto placed on his fang forced it to cut through the skin. He tried so hard to ignore the overwhelming smell of blood, the way he could practically taste it.

He tried to block out the words beings said. He didn't... he couldn't have liked any of that. But the blood was so warm and he was so cold. Prompto was warm against his skin. His hands were warm. The body above him was warm. He was so cold and thirsty...]

Prompto... [The name came out as a groan and his eyes slipped close. His tongue darted out to lick at the blood before his lips wrapped around the digit.]

[Prompto's body temperature ran hotter than humans. It was probably the same for some daemons, but Prompto certainly didn't try it. They had smelled terrible. Not at all like humans. Not at all like how Noct smelled, even though he definitely wasn't a human. But it was probably part of the reason why daemons burned up in the sun. It was too hot, either because they were already too hot, or they just couldn't take any heat at all.

But Noct. Noct was cool against him, almost refreshing in a way the night just couldn't be any more. And when those cool lips wrapped around his thumb to collect more of his blood, Prompto felt something he'd never felt from an injury before.

Excitement.

Usually injuries left him annoyed and a little angry, depending on the severity of the injury. But this was different. Maybe because it was self-inflicted? Maybe because it was helping him to prove his point to Noctis? Or was it because Noct enjoyed it? The man he was already considering his before he'd even claimed him. He'd never been in this kind of situation before. He'd never felt this way before. And Noct's expression looked so good as he tasted his blood.

He leaned forward again, lips brushing against Noct's ear.]

Do you want me, Noct?

[He whispered the words, knowing full well that it could be taken different ways. He was okay if it was taken in more than one way, but he pressed his thumb more firmly against Noct's tongue anyway. Maybe as incentive. Prompto was excited to see where this would go.]

[ His hand gripped at Prompto's wrist and kept him in place. His fingers pressed against the pulse and he let out a soft sound. He licked at the digit and sucked at it, hoped to suck more of that warm liquid from the wound. It was only a little bit, but it was enough to amplify the thirst. Enough to push him just over the edge.

He could feel the warmth radiating off of his friend. It felt so nice against his cold skin, it made him feel... alive. It made him feel better, gave him strength and something to focus on. Prompto tasted different than the human. His blood was thicker, heavier, and hot.

The blond leaned forward and Noctis pressed himself closer. The words whispered in his ear sent a shudder though him.

What did he want? Did he want Prompto? Did he want this creature wearing his friend's skin? He let out a low groan around the finger pressed firmly against his tongue. It wasn't enough and he needed more He pulled back, just enough to look at the other. His deep purple eyes were half lidded as let out a soft groan. ]

More... [He wrapped his lips around the finger one more time before he bit it one more time, making another cut. If it hurt the other, he didn't care. All he wanted now was the warm sticky blood to continue flowing into his mouth. He wanted to keep feeling warm like this for as long as he could.]

[Prompto looked back at Noctis when he had pulled away to answer. Something more stirred within him at the expression he saw, and hen he hissed at the next cut to his thumb, it was in desire, not pain.

Damn, but he had never felt like this before. Sure, he played with the humans a bit before. And even during, when the taste of their blood awakened his desires. But this was completely different. He hadn't even had a taste of blood yet, other than the little licks he'd given earlier and that certainly wasn't enough. For as small as the cuts were, he was still being injured, and yet...]

Do I taste good, Noct? [A little chuckle.] There are better spots than my thumb...

[His own eyes were bright, soft glow a little stronger from his desires. He would take care of Noct. He wanted to claim him, keep him. He hadn't realized how lonely he'd been until-- wait, no. Not lonely. He couldn't feel something as human as that.

He pushed it away just as he pushed close to Noct again. He licked against his skin again, the human's blood barely on his conscious. He kissed and lightly grazed his teeth against the creature that had been his best friend when they were human. He tested the yield of his skin, but didn't break it yet. He'd allow Noct to drink a little more. Maybe from a better place, first.]

[He let out a soft hum at Prompto's suggestion. There were better spots where the blood would flow freely. He couldn't get that from the small cuts he'd made on the thumb. He wanted more. He wanted to feel warmer, hotter.

The blood on his chin was already drying, but the blond above him continued to lick it up. Maybe he'd There was the scrape of sharp teeth against his skin and he let out an almost inhuman growl. Was it a warning? A sound of pleasure? He wasn't sure. Everything was confusing. Hazy. The only real thing could focus on was the blood flowing into his mouth and the soft beat of the pulse at his fingertips.

Before this, he would have never done this with his best friend. They always playfully touched each other but doing something like this? It had never really crossed his mind. Now all he wanted to do was bring the daemon closer to himself. His leg wrapped itself around his waist and held him in place. There was no way he was letting him get away. Not when he was the only thing around on this beach.

He let Prompto's thumb slip out of his mouth and began to kiss lower along his hand.]

Give it to me. [His voice is rough with want, hunger, desire. He doesn't know what to call it but it blocks out all rational thought.] I need more...

[Noct didn't need words for his answer. Not when he had wrapped his leg around Prompto to keep him there. Prompto was happy at the response and pushed down onto him a little more firmly. He wasn't going anywhere.

He smiled when Noctis took his advice and released his thumb to kiss lower. And those words. He knew what Noct probably meant with them, but he didn't think Noctis knew the other way in which he could understand those words. It didn't matter though, he'd give Noct both.]

Don't worry. I'll take care of you.

[Prompto didn't fight against Noct, let him move his arm as he wanted. Would he drink from his wrist next? Would he shove his arm away and go straight for his neck? He didn't know, but he found himself liking either option. He'd never wanted to bleed for anything before, but now it was just another way to keep Noctis for himself.

His free arm moved lower along Noct's body, ignoring the sand so he could grab Noct's ass and press their bodies together. He felt so good against him.]

Use your fangs.

[Prompto pressed him firmly against the sand and he didn't care. Not when he was warm and the potential for more blood was promised. He let out a moan when he heard the soft words of encouragement from his friend. Was it a plea for help? Encouragement to continue? He didn't know. He knew that he needed help. He had to resist this. He had to stop doing this.

He needed more blood.

His purple eyes looked up when Prompto suggested he use his fangs. They emitted a soft glow that was similar to when he used to summon the Astrals. However this time, nothing happened. Instead, he only sighed as he nosed at the pulse. He could hear the soft pump of blood as it pulsed through the demon.

His ass was grabbed and he was pulled closer to the blond. Just then he bit at his wrist, cutting it open. Warm blood flooded into his mouth and he eagerly lapped it up. It was different than the human's. It was thick, hot. There was something that tasted different, but he couldn't think of why.

Whatever it was, it was amazing. ]

[Prompto groaned at the sharp sting to the inside of his wrist, followed by the licking and suction that seemed to ease the minor pain into a dull throb. His excitement increased and before he could stop himself, he bit Noctis back, near his shoulder. It was just a small bite; he wasn't trying to tear the flesh off Noctis, he just wanted to taste him back. Just like how he smelled, the blood tasted different. Better. It made his already half hard cock hardened further and he rocked his hips against the creature beneath him. He licked at the wound, then words spilled from his lips.]

Gonna take care of you. Gonna keep you. You're mine, Noct.

[Whether Noct wanted to accept that right now or not. His hold tightened a little more. Noct wasn't going anywhere, but... with Prompto's blood filling his mouth, did he really want to?]

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after I've deleted 5 additional paragraphs >.<

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sure did go even more NSFW in this reply lol