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Regis stared down at the two boys standing before him; his son, and an omega. One he was not familiar with, at all.
Noctis spoke up, holding on to the Pregnant omega's hand with such informality, it didn't take a fool to know.
"Dad, this is Prompto, my mate."
….
'It started in middle school. The day that changed Noctis' life, and most likely everyone else under the name of the crown.
He knew one day he would marry, but ever since he met this specific omega, the consequences of the future were of little troubles to him.
Noctis strolled along the streets of Insomnia one cloudy afternoon, tired of waiting half an hour for his chauffeur to pick him up from middle school. The thirteen year old prince was never good at the waiting game, and the clouds had already indicated that it was to rain today, if not for all the weather reports earlier in the morning.
'Best I pick up the past then,' he thought to himself, as the sound of thunder bolted and echoed throughout the vast skies, and not even one second later was it pouring heavily.
The young prince clicked his tongue, just passing by an old alleyway when he smelt it; the unmistakable scent of an omega in distress. It was tinged with thickened sour sadness, and the small was all but unbearable. Noctis stopped in his tracks, peeking his head inside the two walls between darkness; barely making out a small figure in the corner.
'omega' his mind supplied, and he found himself wandering towards the quivering ball of sadness and despair. The young prince wasn't unfamiliar with who was and who wasn't, his father teaching him about dynamics and second genders the moment he reached puberty. The differences between an omega, beta and alpha's scent was all in the strength of his own nose and heightened senses. This scent was unmistakably omegan: sweet citrus, sunflower seeds with a pinch of fresh berries. The scent would be mesmerizingly enchanting if not for the stronger smell of anguish.
He picked up the paste. He couldn't stand that smell; it was far too much for him to handle .
Once he made it at the end of the alley, his chest tightened with a painful ache. A skinny boy, most likely starving half to death, was huddled in a small ball and shaking uncontrollably. He had his pale, boney fingers pressed to either side of his head as if to drown out the sound of the deafening thunderstorm, and the young prince could make out only a small shock of dirtied, what appeared to be blonde hair. He's not from Insomnia? The prince questioned himself, kneeling before the other.
It took effort, but he released his own comforting scent to the other; it coaxed the omega from covering his ears and looking up at the source, at the younger ravenette staring at him in what didn't appear to be mock pity.
"Hi, omega," he greeted him, as soft as possible. "Are you okay?"
Pretty blue eyes stare up at the prince, and in that moment, after feeling his heart pound deep within his chest heavily, the feel of his breath catching in his throat, and the blush making its way all the way to the tip of his ears... the young alpha knew he was in love.
High school year came and went, but it felt like forever . The prince didn't want his father or anyone else to know he was dating an unknown Omega he's been seeing since middle school, and it was already hard enough keeping him secret from both Ignis and Gladiolus whenever they came to check up on the prince in his apartment. Whenever he got out of High school, he would go over to his apartment and coddle and dot on his omega, teaching him basic maths and such since his parents were nowhere to be found and he couldn't afford to enter the same high school as the prince.
After all, he wanted their relationship to be as discreet as possible. For now, anyway.
The omega didn't seem to mind it, however, the only thing he seemingly wanted or needed was Noctis and Noctis alone.
One day though, the prince asked his lover an important question near his high school graduation. "I'll be turning nineteen in a few weeks, and you'll be having your heat at the time," he said, his hands squeezing his Omega's. "I want to mate you after my graduation. I want that to be my gift, if you want."
The omega teared up at that, and screamed his answer. Of course, it was 'yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!'
The alpha didn't touch his omega once until graduation. And when the day finally came, August 30th, the day also couldn't end soon enough. His entire ceremony, he fidgeted and bounced his leg, wanting nothing more than to go home and mate what was rightfully his.
So, of course, when the coronation was over, the first thing he did was go to his apartment, insisting to Ignis that he wanted to pack his things and get them moved back to his bedroom at the Citadel; only half of it was a lie.
The moment he got into his apartment, he could smell the sweet scent lingering in the air. Omega in heat , his brain supplied, and he spent no time kicking his shoes off and tossing his jacket to the floor. He went straight to where the boy was on the couch, naked, touching himself and watching the celebration of the prince's upcoming birthday ball on the television when he yanked him up, kissing him hard.
The omega responds instantly, his arms hooking around his alpha's neck, leg wrapping around his waist, as they maneuver their way to his soon-to-be-no-more bedroom. Noctis could feel the slick almost pour down his own thigh, and he outright shivers at the feeling.
"I love you," the omega in heat whispers against the prince's lips. "I love you so, so much, alpha . I love you, I love you, I-"
Noctis cuts the omega off by kissing the life out of him, as if trying to suck all his air straight from out of his lungs, as if he would disappear if he let up.
The searing kiss lasts for what feels like a lifetime, the passion behind it so deep the omega couldn't help the whine that escaped from the back of his throat and into the kiss, clinging on to his alpha with all the strength he had. As if he was trying to push his own body up into the taller male's, responding to the kiss as best as he could.
Noctis groans into it, pouring his soul into the kiss with a much more intense feeling, all the pent up desire and longing and happiness he can push out with the warmth of his tongue, and more with the gentle caressing with his strong, calloused hands.
After another half eternity of kissing, when the omega whimpers and shivers almost violently from the wave of heat washing over him, Noctis breaks their kiss, a string of salvia keeping them connected until it breaks and dribbles down the omegas chin, to move to Prompto's neck, lips desperate and tongue burning hot, ravishing at the pale, milky skin to soothe each painful mark he leaves behind with his teeth.
"I'm sorry it took so long," the prince murmurs, voice a deep rumble. He drops the omega down on the bed, laying atop of him. He kisses the blonde strands of hair, sliding a rough hand to the nape of the omega's neck to guide his head to the side and feasting on his skin like a starving animal.
"You were waiting for me, weren't you?" He growls out. "Watching my face on the big screen, listening to my voice from afar…"
The omega cries out a needy whine, already so overwhelmed he's past words, the slick already pooling in the comforters under them both. " Noct, Noct, Noct!"
" Shhh , I know, baby, I know… I got you," he soothes against the slim, freckle-covered neck. "I'm here now," he promises in a gentle whisper. "I'm not going anywhere, babe. I'm gonna give you the everything ."
The words sent a hot jolt right to the omega's groin, and he whined louder. He reaches for any bit of Noctis he can reach,
skinny fingers tracing his cheekbones, his neck, underneath his shirt, feeling toned abs marked with scars from years of training. And Noctis pulled back for a split-second, not wanting to displease his omega for a second longer. He quickly unbuckles his shirt, throwing it to the floor and unzipping his fly open. He comes back in, holding the omega close and peppering his entire body with butterfly kisses and nips, the blonde beneath him crying out with desperate moans.
He pulls one of the omega's arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer than before. He murmurs something in the omega's skin, over and over, before his fingers trace the curve of his slick-covered ass, rubbing and prodding his entrance with a long finger.
The omega loudly gasps, his back arching beautifully, like a bowstring, and he locks his sky blue eyes up into Noctis' own deep blue ones, even in his heat he could feel the alpha's love being poured into his opened soul; could see it swimming through those midnight irises, and he whimpers, lost in them, never wanting to come back out.
So broken and battered , Noctis shushes the omegas crying, knowing it had nothing to do with the intense pleasure. Unwanted and not cared for enough. He sticks his finger inside, caressing the slick, warm inside of his omega gently. Not anymore , a vow he made to himself, inwardly. Not while I'm here. I'll protect you, always.
"You're so wet ," Noctis exhaled a shaky breath, pulling his finger in and out over and over again, watching the way his omega shakes with violent trembles, crying out as he added a second digit, scissoring him open and stretching him wide. He leans down and noses at his lover's neck, presses a kiss right over his scent gland and earns a dirty moan. "Mine," he whispers against the milky skin once more, nipping and licking. "I'm gonna give you the entire world, baby."
"Will you protect me?" The omega managed to utter through broken gasps, clinging to his alpha with all he's got. "Care for me…" he whispers, his voice filled with unshed tears. "Love me forever, alpha . Hold me, please, please, please- "
"Always," Noctis promised, kisses the button nose he came to love. " Anything for you."
After that, everything's a blur in the prince's eyes. Noctis is only half aware of the things he's doing, the things he's seeing, saying, hearing.
He's aware of praising the love of his life, the sweet, sweet omega writhing beneath him. A needy mess, releasing a smell so intense he feels drunk off of it. It was true. He'd give his soon-to-be mate anything, and it starts tonight, on his birthday and graduation. A gift for both of them.
He holds his omega close, sliding inside of him smoothly, zero resistance, and the feeling of it is amazing . He's laying the blonde back on his back; parting his legs, thrusting between him as if he couldn't get enough, the noises egging him on to keep going, and going, and going .
He's desperate, he's tight, it hurts but he couldn't find the will to stop. He promised his little, sweet love the world, and tonight, he would give it to him. With his lips, tongue and everything else his body could offer.
The omega orgasms, a moan tears from his throat, breathy gasps filling the prince's ears, and he couldn't take it anymore. The noise sets him off, has him moving faster, quicker, forcing another orgasm from his small love again, again, and again until they could both see the sun, setting over the horizon of skyscrapers and buildings.
And the way the sun illuminates the features of his omega has him seeing an unearthly being, in his presence, an angel lay beneath him, crying his name as if nothing else mattered; an angel he could finally claim as his own with his teeth sunk deep within his skin, his blood a pretty crimson.'
"Yours," he breathes. "Always yours, Noct."
And Noctis couldn't help but agree, "mine."