Gods of Lucis Book One: Origins

Chapter Two

"Where have you been?" Noct inquired when he saw Prompto walking up to the Citadel. The God of Fate wore a frown -- not that that was anything new -- as Prompto approached.

"Sorry, Noct!" the blond wheezed. "Got a little side-tracked!"

Noct gave his blond friend a withering look before sighing, running a hand through his dark hair. He turned on his heel, and Prompto followed after him. As they entered the Citadel, an arm wrapped around Prompto's neck, pulling him into a headlock.

"Gladio, what the fuck?!" the blond screeched, trying to get the god off him. His fingers pried at Gladio's arm, finally managing to get free. Sending the larger god a glare, he rubbed at his neck, watching as the amber-eyed male let out a raucous laugh. "Not cool, man. Not. Cool."

"Hey, after how long you were gone, you deserved it," Gladio howled, his smile still prevalent as he approached the younger god. Prompto's brows furrowed, blue eyes turning to Noct.

"Was I really gone that long?" he asked the prince.

"Almost five hours, Prompto," Ignis joined in, appearing from the throne room. "We were afraid that humans had captured you."

Prompto cast his eyes to the marble floor, hand dropping from his neck. A grimace broke his face as he remembered that night, all those years ago. He didn't speak, hands fisitng at his sides when another hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"You good?" Noct asked, concern shining in his steely gaze. Prompto sighed, giving the prince a soft nod before turning to Ignis.

"Sorry, Iggy," he muttered, eyes drifting over the worried faces of his friends. "I just got distracted is all."

"Well, we are glad you are safe," Regis's voice boomed through the Citadel's lobby, and all four men turned to their king. "Welcome home, Prompto."

"Thanks, Your Majesty," the blond replied, trying to give the older god a carefree smile. Regis only pursed his lips, and -- to Prompto, at least -- it looked like he was trying to hide a smile.

***

You dropped the dish in your hand, the ceramic shattering against the ground. You had been this way since you had met that god in the forest, clumsiness overtaking your body whenever you would remember him.

I never got his name, you grimaced, kneeling to pick up the pieces when a sharp pain sprouted from your fingertip. Hissing in a breath, you watched blood well from the small cut, a frown on your face. Dabbing at the wound, you released a pent up sigh, hanging your head. I should have asked for his name. Idiot.

"(Y/n)?" your sister's voice floated from the living room. Creaking of leather was heard as the younger girl walked into the kitchen, seeing you kneeling on the ground and holding your injured hand. "Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine," you assured her, waving her away as you stood in front of the sink. Putting your hand beneath the faucet, you hissed when the water ran over your cut. You bit your lip as you wrapped a piece of cloth around your finger.

As you went to turn off the running water, you couldn't help but remember his eyes. They had been filled with a gentleness that had rivaled your mother's, and his gaze had done things to you.

Oh, what you wouldn't give to have the chance to speak with him again. To become enraptured by his eyes once more.

***

The Citadel was always quiet during the night, and it had never bothered Prompto before now. But since he met you, many things had changed. He rarely thought of anyone but you, of your fingers around his wrist, what it would feel like to—

Prompto groaned, rolling into his stomach and burying his face in a pillow. He knew that humans were dangerous creatures, but no one had told him about this. Iggy had never told Prompto how beautiful, how ... sensual, humans could be. Fuck, the things he wanted to do to you — it made his blood sing with want. He wanted you, a human woman. His brothers would think him crazy if he ever said it aloud.

Another groan tore from his throat, his member straining against his pants.

"Fuck me."

It seemed that, where his mind wanted you, his body craved you.