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The Niflheim delegation passes through the hall. Not a word is exchanged, too aware of the piercing stare of the Crownsguard stationed at every post. Still, it is a significantly less icy reception than the welcome they received in the throne room.
Ardyn tips his hat to the guards just to see them scowl and curse under their breath. He can sense the longing to pull at weapons just out of reach within the king’s armiger. He supposes he cannot blame them for the tension. They’re losing this war, and their only hope now is to accept Ardyn’s questionable treaty proposal.
A smaller corridor opens to their right, and Ardyn warp-steps into the shadows of the Citadel. Just a touch of illusion and his hat seemingly sits upon a Niflheim noble’s head. The delegation walks on without him, hatted man and all, and the sharp-eyed Lucians are none the wiser that the Chancellor is out of sight.
He saunters down that quiet corridor until it leads to a single, tall door. He nods to the lone hooded glaive standing guard and pushes the door open.
Immediately, perfumed steam rises to greet him, clinging to his heavy cloak and creating a stifling heat beneath his scarf.
As the mist parts, it reveals the opulently tiled floor, the black and gold marble all along the walls right up to the large bath set within the centre of the chamber. And of course, it reveals the two people entangled within that very bath.
“I confess, I still fail to see how the captain of the Kingsglaive managed to skip a council meeting with the kingdom’s greatest enemy.” Ardyn tilts his head, waving his hand to the door.
The man only grunts in response, too preoccupied with the boy he’s clutching to his lap. Titus Drautos is not a small man, and the breadth of his shoulders and chest only make the boy riding him look smaller in comparison.
Amusingly, the boy doesn’t acknowledge Ardyn’s arrival, presumably too busy getting his brains fucked out. His back is pressed flush against Drautos’ chest, the spikes of his black hair damp and matted to his head and cheeks, occasionally bumping against the underside of Drautos’ chin.
Even more amusing to Ardyn that it’s the crown prince of Lucis writhing within the captain’s tight grasp.
Noctis Lucis Caelum himself.
“I’m on prince duty,” Drautos replies between sharp slaps of skin, water sloshing with every thrust of his hips. The splashing nearly covers up the continuous ah-ah-ahs forced out of the prince’s open mouth. “How did they take the news?”
“Oh, they positively loathed the proposal,” Ardyn says, dropping his hat and unravelling his scarf and shucking his coat to the side, leaving him in his vest and striped pants. He turns to Drautos and smirks. “I daresay your King Regis would have struck me down on the spot, if he could.”
“Hgh – gh!” Noctis gasps after a particularly violent thrust, struggling for air as Drautos’ fingers spread over his exposed throat. The captain’s displeasure is clear within his heavy glare. Ardyn continues disrobing, unbothered at the scene.
Noctis’ hands come up to cling to Drautos’ wrists, attempting to pull them away, but to no avail.
“Careful not to break your toy, captain,” Ardyn says in that same bored, conversational tone. “He’s rather important.”
Drautos eases his grip, and Noctis finally relaxes, head lolling forward as he sucks in air.
“He’s fine. Aren’t you, boy?”
As he’s coughing, Drautos drags Noctis’ head back by the roots of his dark hair and captures his mouth in a rough kiss. Despite the lack of air just a moment ago, Noctis pushes into the kiss eagerly, taking the lash of Drautos’ tongue with no hesitation. The slapping of skin restarts, and the prince’s legs fall open, spreading and trying to accommodate the girth pushing into him. He squeaks against Drautos’ mouth, moaning into the kiss.
The view is obscene. The glaive’s master bath is more of a smaller pool hall, with wide steps descending into the water. Drautos reclines his impressive bulk against the tub’s edge, where the water is rises just above his thrusting hips. Then there’s the marvellously lithe, toned body on display, falling apart in the throes of pleasure. The chosen king. The boy who would kill him one day.
It’s hard to imagine it. Not while he’s getting fucked to oblivion. As their mouths part, Ardyn can see that the boy is flushed, a rather inviting shade of blood-red high upon his cheeks. His bruised lips shaping into low moans, his glassy-eyed stare… none of it strikes Ardyn with fear.
The prince is nothing here. Not the harbinger of Ardyn’s destiny. Not the chosen king. Merely a pretty hole for two powerful men. No, he doesn’t fear Noctis in this moment.
Ardyn removes his boots, his pants, his undergarments. Now fully bare, he steps into the water, the heat curling around his legs as he wades further in.
“You’re engaged now, congratulations Your Highness.” Ardyn strokes Noctis’ jaw with mock tenderness. “I announced it to the entire Lucian council, with your spit still cooling upon my cock. Imagine their reactions if the council had known. If your father had known.”
Noctis flinches. Confusion and shame flash within those disturbingly familiar blue eyes, and Ardyn relishes in it, dark delight curling with the re-awakening arousal in his gut. He draws back, taking himself in hand as he watches Noctis’ distress. He’s half-hard already, but he can be patient for his turn, reclining against the bath’s edge to watch the show.
“What Regis,” Drautos bites out the name, “knows is very little. He’s driven the kingdom into the ground. He’s driven his son into my arms. There are only so many times you can neglect someone before they start seeking solace in other places.”
“One too many cancelled dinner plans, I assume? Poor Noctis,” Ardyn drawls. He wishes he had caught on to Drautos sooner, it would have made diplomatic visits so much more enticing.
“Heh. How often has the king tread upon the rug within my office, unaware that I’d taken his son’s virginity right against that very floor?” He continues to fuck Noctis, thrusting harder with every word. “The stain is still there, his boy’s own mess. He’s hardly given it a glance.”
Noctis whimpers, shaking his head against the words as his hard cock smacks against his belly with every thrust. There are tears spilling from his eyes, the tip of his cock leaking white pre-come, splattering drops against his pale abdomen.
“P – please!”
“Not until I say so,” Drautos’ voice rumbles throughout the bath chamber.
“Please – let me –”
“Shut up and be a good boy for me,” Drautos groans, shoving hard into Noctis and nearly dislodging him from his lap. He wraps his arms around Noctis, locking him into a vice-like embrace and grinding their hips together, grinning as Noctis cries out.
The prince’s cock twitches helplessly, but just as he’d commanded, the boy doesn’t come. He doesn’t even try to touch his own arousal. “So tight around my cock. Taking me so deep. Always so good for me, aren’t you?”
“Harder! So big, so deep. Unh, yeees –”
“Yes, what?” A quick twist of his nipple makes Noctis’ body arch.
“Ye – es – daddy –!”
Ardyn raises a brow. My, my. The captain has truly succeeded to wrap the prince’s paternal issues around his finger and his cock. Noctis sobs desperately, entire body bouncing, writhing from the relentless stimulation inside and out. The boy must be at his limit.
“Come for daddy then,” Drautos says, wicked and smug. He bites the shell of Noctis’ ear. Noctis wails as he comes, making a mess of himself as he shakes and shudders, still split open on Drautos’ thick cock. His mouth only uttering mindless gratitude.
“Thank youthankyoudaddy – come in me daddy please – ”
Drautos pumps his hips up twice more, groaning loudly as he releases inside the boy. Noctis moans as he’s filled, breathlessly murmuring his thanks.
The water stills as the two finally lie back, coming down from their high. There is surprising tenderness in the light kiss Drautos presses against Noctis’ temple and the whispered praise that follows. Ardyn watches Noctis melt into Drautos’ arms. The scene is such a distinct contrast to the rough fucking that just occurred.
How interesting.
Ardyn tucks the detail away for a later scheme, for when it will be his turn to betray the betrayer.
In the end, Noctis will be Ardyn’s after all.
He shivers at the thought, stroking himself his hardened cock from base to tip. It’s his turn.
“Oh, little prince. I hope you haven’t forgotten about me. This poor old man is feeling a tad neglected.”
Ardyn tips his knees apart. Waiting.
“Ah yes, of course, we wouldn’t want our special guest to feel left out.”
Noctis barely stirs as Drautos lifts him up, his limbs giving a slight twitch as Drautos’ cock slips out of him. Drautos pushes him onto his hands and knees, and Noctis allows himself to be moved, pliant and easy as ever. He is still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, still dazed.
“Go on, boy.”
Ardyn is sitting upon the shallowest end of the bath. Noctis crawls forward. Rivulets of water slip down his bare skin, even paler with the lights reflecting off the water, against the hand-shaped bruises around his hips. He looks up at Ardyn’s face beneath dark, wet lashes before his gaze drops down to Ardyn’s fully hard cock, jutting from between his legs.
Ardyn shifts onto his knees, levelling his cock with the prince’s swollen mouth. Another obscene view, the dark flush of his thick erection pointed toward that delicate, panting mouth.
“You’re so agreeable like this. Nothing like the reticent prince I was told about.” He caresses Noctis’ jaw, traces those soft cheeks. “I wonder, did your daddy happen to mention who I was, after I left?”
Noctis nods, lifting his gaze to answer. “You’re the - the Chancellor… of Niflheim.”
Wrong.
But he can’t blame the poor boy for not knowing. Not even Drautos knows who Ardyn truly is. The final truth will only be revealed in time. And he hopes Noctis will be on his knees for him then, as well.
“And yet, despite knowing, you are here again. Was taking the enemy’s cock once not enough? Do you wish for another taste?”
Noctis blinks, warm breath upon Ardyn’s dick. “Yes. Please. I want it.”
Oh precious boy. How Ardyn wishes to ruin him. Ardyn’s eyes flash dangerously.
“Dearest prince. How can I possibly deny you?”
It only takes a single touch to the boy’s head to get his eyes to flutter shut. Noctis moves forward to mouth at the wide tip of Ardyn’s cock, his warm lips tracing the head, licking at the white fluid leaking from the opening. It feels exquisite, but Ardyn does not care to wait any longer.
He tightens his grip on Noctis’ hair, and shoves his hips forward, burying himself as deep as he can into that hot little mouth. “There’s no need to tease, you’d already gotten acquainted earlier, haven’t you?”
There’s a small moment of panic, water splashing around them as Noctis’ throat spasms at the sudden intrusion. The boy choking small whimpers around Ardyn’s cock. He holds him steady, until he finally gives in, allowing Ardyn to drive further inside that tight heat, until Noctis’ nose is buried firmly against his abdomen.
He sighs again, pulling out before pushing back in, enjoying the drag of Noctis’ lips and tongue and the sweet clutch of his throat. He peers across at Drautos. “He is a wonder with his mouth.”
The captain scoffs. “Should be. Been trained up by the entire kingsglaive at this point.”
Well, that would explain the easy compliance from the glaive guarding the baths.
“How commendable. Truly a prince of the people,” Ardyn smiles crookedly, patting Noctis’ damp hair.
Noctis only moans, one of his hands coming up to cling to Ardyn’s thigh. “Though I’m afraid your devoted glaives cannot accompany you out of Lucis, dear boy. But perhaps we could offer your services to the magitek soldiers instead? I’ve heard their stamina is unmatched. Machine-like, even. We could return in the morning and peel you away from their cocks.”
“Ghhhg!” Noctis’ fingers tighten around Ardyn’s thigh, nails digging into flesh. Ardyn hums in pleasure as Noctis swallows tightly around him, pushing further onto his cock, hungry for more.
“He certainly liked that idea,” Ardyn almost groans. It is harder to pretend to be unaffected with the boy sucking him down so eagerly. It has been so long since he has felt anything approximating human. How lovely to rediscover the feeling here, buried deep inside the prince of Lucis.
He pulls out completely, long enough to trail saliva upon Noct’s face, then shoves back inside, revelling in the throatfuck.
“Course he did. He lives to be filled with cock.” Ardyn can see Drautos’ hand moving, stroking himself back to hardness. With his other hand, he reaches between Noctis’ legs. Ardyn sees two fingers sink into Noctis, and he imagines them stretching the prince wide, evident from the way Noctis groans around his dick. “Feeling a bit empty, boy?”
Noctis pulls himself off of Ardyn’s cock long enough to gasp air into his lungs, his lips red from abuse and slick with spit. He shoves his hips backwards, moaning loudly enough to echo off the bath’s walls.
“Yes, so empty, daddy – please fill me up, I need your big cock –”
Drautos doesn’t wait for him to finish, pushing his cock back into Noctis’ hole and starting up a rapid set of thrusts. Noctis moans again, and Ardyn guides his eager mouth back to his own cock. Each of Drautos’ thrusts push Ardyn further down Noctis’ throat. The boy is moaning non-stop from being fucked on both ends, the vibrations travelling right down Ardyn’ length and lighting up his nerves.
Ardyn feels powerful. He caresses the boy’s aching jaw once more, touching his hollowed cheek until he can feel his solid length moving just below Noctis’ skin. How fragile the boy feels. So vulnerable. He could destroy him now…
He thrusts forward, keeping Noctis’ face buried against the dark hair at the base of his cock.
“Hgk!” Noctis squeaks, choking, struggling to breathe. He strokes the boy’s sweat-damp hair as his throat flutters and spasms around him. He’s forced impossibly deeper as Drautos continues his relentless rhythm, his hips smacking roughly against Noctis’ ass.
He could destroy him, but this… this absolute debasement is better. He owns Noctis this way. He could leave his mark, where nothing could erase him. The Six’s chosen one is nothing but a fucktoy for his pleasure, filled to the brim with his enemy’s cocks and begging for more.
Ardyn finally pulls back, allowing Noctis to suck in much needed air. The boy coughs and wheezes, still licking at the tip of Ardyn as he catches his breath.
“Want – want it… please…”
Gods.
Ardyn resumes his pace, welcomed by that tight heat once more. He can feel himself beginning to unravel at the seams. Even the Scourge in his blood is roaring to be set free, to claim, to pour out of him like black ichor and consume the boy beneath him.
But Ardyn must keep his secrets.
Nevertheless, a dark smile splits his face as he allows himself to be swept up in bliss. He buries himself deep in the prince’s throat and comes, riding the pleasure of knowing Noctis is forced to swallow every drop of him.
“Oh,” he sighs, pulling away with regret. “Little prince, if only your king father knew that he could win the war with this mouth alone.”
Noctis finally releases his grip on Ardyn’s thigh, steadying himself as he blinks up at him, hazy with desire. His mouth is wrecked, swollen and wet and no doubt aching from the stretch and abuse.
“Hhh,” he rasps, throat no doubt sore from swallowing Ardyn down.
Behind him, Drautos grunts as he comes once again, grinding his release inside the boy’s sloppy hole. “Good boy, such a good boy…”
“Th-k y-you, d-dy,” Noctis murmurs, ass still raised, resting his cheek upon the tiled floor. Drautos pulls out slowly, and turns him onto his back, so that Ardyn can see the mess of come stuck to prince’s skin – evident of more than one release – and the trail of white leaking from between his legs, slowly carried away by the water.
Drautos gently begins to bathe him, and the prince merely lies back, heaving in breath as his limbs still twitch and shiver from his ruinous orgasm.
Also struck by a wandering impulse of tenderness, Ardyn reaches down to tuck a strand of hair behind Noctis’ ear. His eyes narrow at his own action. What is it about this boy…?
He must have him again. His entire being screams for it.
But for now…
“The boy’s had the entire glaive, you say?”