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Chapter 20

Noctis flopped into his chair, he ached, Gladio had really pushed him in training, but it was kind of a good ache. He mock glared when his Dad chuckled at him.

"That bad?"

"Gladio is a sadistic slavedriver," he grumbled, and his Dad outright laughed.

"You'll thank him for it one day. How's school work going?"

He shrugged. "It's going."

"Better on the days when you and Prompto can work on it together?" his Dad asked and Noctis looked at him. In response, his Dad tossed him a security badge and Noctis' eyes went wide.

"Dad?" he stared down at in his shock.

"It's about time Prompto had clearance for the Citadel," his Dad smiled at him.

Noctis didn't know what to say, he hadn't expected it at all. Prom now had clearance for the one place in Insomnia it would be suicide for him to step foot in. How were they going to explain him never using it? "Thanks."

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just surprised he got cleared this soon. I figured it'd take at least another year." That was true, with Prom being human and technically foreign born, even if one parent had been from Insomnia according to his files…well he'd figured it would take longer. "Prom's not going to believe this," he shook his head, but pocketed the badge.

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Prompto sprawled on Noct's couch, waiting for him to get home. The apartment had become a second home and he dreaded the day school re-opened, he liked learning from home when he had friends, pack, to do it with. The door opened and he smiled, recognising the scent immediately, turning his head as Iggy walked in.

Ignis removed his shoes and jacket, smiling back at him. "Good afternoon Prompto," he greeted.

He put down his bags and walked over to the couch as Prompto sat up. Things had shifted between them since the full moon, because Iggy had submitted. Ignis knelt on one knee on the couch even as Prompto moved up, his nose pressing into Ignis' throat and then he nipped very lightly at the skin there, feeling Ignis shiver in reaction.

He felt the urge to bite down, one hand digging into Ignis' shoulder as his teeth rested over slightly cool skin. He felt a hand run through his hair as he fought against instinct.

"Prompto? You're trembling," Ignis whispered, and he whined softly. "It's alright, you're safe, I'm here."

"Iggy…move," he forced out, making his hand loosen.

"Prompto?" Ignis' voice remained calm, how did he do that?

He sealed his lips over Ignis' throat, fighting to not sink his teeth into vulnerable flesh.

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Ignis held still other than the hand in Prompto's hair. He could feel Prompto shaking, could feel his teeth resting on his throat. "Prompto?" he asked, ensuring he remained calm, he did not want to cause any more tension. He still had enough control to try and warn Ignis to move and Ignis trusted that he would keep that control.

"I…I…" he stammered before whining, grip tightening and then loosening.

"Wolves bite each other outside of fighting, don't they?" he asked softly.

They didn't know a lot about pack structures or how werewolves acted within one. Most of their knowledge came from MT's and just watching Prompto made it very obvious that they weren't true werewolves. Even Prompto had admitted he didn't know anything, all he had to go off was instinct, after all he'd never been part of a pack.

He knew there was no violence in whatever instinct he was struggle with, otherwise Prompto would be growling, not whining. If their instincts were anything like a vampires he would assume he wished to drink from him, which for a full vampire would mean only one thing. He did not think that was what Prompto was looking for though, he could not smell any arousal or desire coming from him and considering how close they were, he would smell it.

Ignis very carefully shifted around, using his hand in Prompto's hair to ensure he didn't yank away and cause him to bite or anything. Prompto whined but let him move them so that Ignis was sitting properly on the couch, Prompto now straddling him, which further proved he wasn't after what a vampire would be.

"It's alright Prompto, take your time," he whispered, letting his body relax totally. He trusted Prompto, in human or wolf form, and he didn't want Prompto to think he was challenging him for his position in the pack.

"Want…" he jerked his head back, breathing heavily, and Ignis saw his eyes were more gold than blue. "Pack?"

"We're your Pack, Prompto," he assured him, carefully reaching up to stroke his cheek, and Prompto pressed into his touch. Ignis worked to put it together. "Do pack members bite each other?" he asked gently. Noctis had bitten Prompto to drink his blood and he was the pack leader, did that mean something more?

Prompto nodded in answer to his question, keeping his gaze lowered.

"And your instincts are telling you to bite me…bite all of us?" he asked, and Prompto nodded again. "Do you want us to bite you too?" his hand moved from Prompto's cheek to run down the side of his neck to his shoulder and Prompto's eyes went fully gold even as he tipped his head to the side slightly. "You're sure?" he asked.

In answer, Prompto shifted closer, offering his throat. Ignis' hand moved from his hair to the back of his neck, guiding him into the best position. He pressed his lips to Prompto's throat, feeling his pulse through his skin. Other than the time he'd accidentally bitten Gladio, he had only drank from a living donor during training, to ensure he knew how and could control himself if it was necessary to do so. He always drank blood provided to him by the Crown. He sucked at the skin lightly and Prompto whined in response.

"Please," Prompto begged.

Ignis opened his mouth, fangs resting against warm skin. He took a deep breath and then let them sink in, feeling Prompto go utterly limp against him, his hands resting on Ignis' shoulders, but without holding on. Ignis drank deeply, holding Prompto close, overwhelmed by the taste of his blood. Noctis had told them…it was in all the books, but to taste in person… he pulled back, breathing hard, forcing himself to lick the wound closed instead of taking more.

Prompto turned his head to nose at Ignis' throat, and Ignis reached up to undo the buttons on his shirt, baring his lower neck and shoulder. "Iggy?" his speech was slightly slurred from the effect of Ignis' bite, his scent having changed a little due to it. Ignis would not do anything about it unless Prompto wanted him to.

"I trust you, Prompto. Just bite low since your bite will scar," he told him. He turned his head to pull the skin taught and he felt Prompto's hot breath against his skin before his mouth sealed over it, low enough to be more on his shoulder than neck.

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Gladio opened the door and froze as he saw Ignis on the couch, head turned to the side, Prompto straddling him, his face against Iggy's throat. He could smell Prompto's blood in the air, could see the healing bite mark above his t-shirt.

"Gladio?" Noctis shoved passed him, obviously smelling blood too. "Ignis?" he stared at them with wide eyes.

Ignis opened his eyes and lifted his hand, holding them off. Gladio saw the slight movement from Prompto, Ignis' eyes widening in pain, even as he ran the fingers of his other hand through Prompto's hair. They could smell Ignis' blood in the air now, although not a lot. What the hell was going on?

Prompto slowly pulled away and then he turned his head, golden eyes staring at them, blood on his mouth, his teeth sharper than normal. Gladio had to fight down his own instincts which screamed that Ignis was in danger. Prompto would not hurt any of them!

"Prom?" Noctis called, moving away from Gladio, holding his hand out to Prompto who immediately got off of Ignis and went to him.

Gladio went to the kitchen, grabbing a towel, before moving to Ignis' side, pressing the towel down over the wound to stop the bleeding. "Iggy?"

"It's okay Gladio, I knew what I was offering," he gave him a small smile.

"And that was?" he demanded quietly, a glance showing Noctis leading a docile Prompto towards his own bedroom and hopefully the bathroom to clean up.

"Packs mark their members but only Noctis had bitten him. He's been fighting the instinct to mark us and was very eager for me to bite him," Ignis explained softly. "I was never in any danger Gladio, Prompto was in control."

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Noctis got Prompto to sit on the small stool in the bathroom, feeling golden eyes watching him as he dunked a face cloth under the tap before moving to gently clean Prom's face of blood. He met Prompto's eyes and he immediately dropped his gaze. "Hey," he whispered, nudging Prompto's chin up. "You okay?"

"Mmmmm," he hummed softly, looking kind of dazed, more animal awareness then human in his eyes.

Noctis ran his fingers through soft blond hair. He remembered the few times Prompto had put his teeth to his throat and had obviously stopped himself, how willing he'd been to let Noct bite him. So biting was a wolf thing too. He leant in and grazed lengthened fangs against Prom's throat, hearing the soft noise he made in response, his head falling to the side. He carefully sank his fangs in, only taking a few small sips before licking it closed, not sure how much Iggy had drunk.

He was curious about letting Prom bite him but it was very risky, his bite would scar and Noctis had regular medical check-ups. How would he explain it? It would be easier for Ignis and Gladio to hide bite scars then him. He'd have to think about it, maybe he could use magic somehow to hide it?

He pulled Prompto up to his feet and over to the sink to brush his teeth, it would not be good for someone to visit and smell blood on his breath. Prompto and even Iggy's blood in the air could easily be explained but not Ignis' in Prom's mouth. Prompto still seemed rather happily dazed, his body reacting to the bites of two vampires, so Noct bundled him off to bed after a quick shower.

When he was awake then they could talk about the security badge.

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Prompto woke up slowly, feeling…settled. There were fingers moving through his hair, his head resting on a cool thigh, another body pressed against his back. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up to see Iggy reading a book, it was his hand in his hair, his leg Prompto was resting on. That meant it was Noct at his back since there was no way it was Gladio. He could pick up the low evening light through the closed curtains, so why were they in bed so early? He hadn't shifted, he didn't ache so what…oh. He'd…he moved slightly, scenting the air, able to pick up the slight scent of Iggy's blood.

Ignis looked down and smiled at him. "Good evening Prompto," he whispered. The movement tugged his shirt aside enough to reveal the white of a bandage. He reached up, his fingers hovering over the bandage, and Ignis took his hand. "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt. Gladio was just being overly cautious. How do you feel? You've lost blood."

"Fine," he answered. He knew he'd have already replaced everything they had taken from him. "M'sorry."

"For what?" Noct asked, nuzzling his throat. "Biting Iggy? He gave you permission and he bit you first," he pointed out.

"It'll scar," he tried, but Ignis hushed him.

"I am glad it will," Ignis told him, and Prom felt his eyes go wide. "It will make a nice permanent reminder."

Prompto sat up, Noctis grumbling about moving, but he let go. He carefully reach for the bandage again, peeling it down to reveal the wound already looked at least a week old, if Iggy was fully human. It looked good, a perfect imprint of his teeth underneath the scabs. He very gently touched the wound and Ignis didn't flinch. "It doesn't hurt?"

"No," Ignis assured him.

The bed shifted slightly as Noctis sat up. "Healing well already. A nice clean bite, guess you can use those teeth," he teased, and Prompto mock growled at him, getting a laugh even as Noct growled back, snapping fangs at him. Then they were rolling across the bed, play wrestling.

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Gladio leant in the doorway, watching the two younger males play on the bed. Ignis glanced up and smiled at him so Gladio walked over and joined him. It was always good to see Noct playing like any normal teenager. They were growling and hissing as they rolled across the mattress, it was interesting to hear the difference in growls between a wolf and vampire, the hissing though was all Noct, Prom couldn't make that noise. He laughed when they rolled right off the bed, Prompto twisting in a split second so that he landed on the floor, Noctis safely on top of him.

"Comfy down there?" Gladio smirked at them and Noctis showed all his Royal maturity by sticking out his tongue, Prompto laughing.

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Noctis sat on the bench, watching as Prompto flipped Gladio as easily as Gladio would flip him! It was amazing to see. Prompto had been training with Gladio for a while but it was the first time Prom had agreed to them being around while they did. Gladio had admitted that Prompto was better than pretty much any new recruit he'd ever seen in the Crownsguard despite not receiving any training since he was eight, even if he had continued to practice what he could alone and out of sight.

Prompto refused to train with him, despite never attacking anyone, even in wolf form. Noctis really wanted to though, Prompto's skills and way of fighting were very different to anyone he'd ever trained with and it would be a good learning experience. He was the Pack Leader too which would make it even safer, right?

He winced in sympathy when Gladio slammed Prompto into the mat, Prompto immediately moving to try and break free.

"Noctis," Ignis called, and he sighed but stood, summoning his daggers to face Ignis. He knew he needed work on them and Iggy was the best among their group.

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Prompto lay on his bed, staring at the security badge that granted him access to the Citadel, not all areas, but he could go to Noct's suite, the training grounds, medical, the library…he so wanted to use it, to see Noctis' home for himself, but it was impossible. They were just struggling to come up with a plausible reason for him not to. After all, most people in his 'situation' would jump at having access to the Citadel's medical facilities.

Why was it that when he was truly happy, life just had to get more and more complicated? He'd known getting close to Noct would be dangerous but he'd never really considered how many lies would be needed, even with the guys knowing the truth.

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Regis looked up as Cor entered his office, smiling at one of his oldest friends. Cor nodded and took a seat in front of his desk, remaining quiet as Regis finished the report he was going over, which meant whatever it was, wasn't urgent. He signed where needed and then set it aside. "What is it?"

"Something odd," he admitted, and Regis nodded for him to continue. "It's been three months since Argentum was given clearance but he hasn't used it at all."

"He was bedbound for two weeks last month, the boys stayed at his place in shifts to help look after him. Prompto is still very nervous around groups of people, especially strangers, that is likely playing a part in his reluctance to come. You are the only one who has met him so far, are you telling me you know have doubts about the boy?" Regis was surprised.

Cor had overseen his firearms training from a distance, had taken his report on the school attack. At the time he had seemed impressed by Prompto, had he changed his mind?

"No, but there is something. I just can't work out what."

"I think it's time I met him," Regis said, and Cor frowned. "A surprise visit to the apartment for security," he assured him.

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Cor opened the door using the key he had, stepping inside, Regis behind him, only to stop in surprise. Noctis had Prompto pinned to the couch, his head buried in his throat, one arm around his waist, the other clutching his shoulder. Prompto's head was back, he had one hand in Noctis' hair and the other running up and down his back.

Regis pushed him aside enough to look too and Cor caught him scenting the air, eyes narrowed in confusion. "Noctis," he called.

The Prince's head shot up, revealing blood on his lips and teeth, his fangs extended. He'd been feeding on Prompto? Prompto was ill, that was far too dangerous! He glanced at Prompto who stared at them with wide eyes, breathing heavily, but…he was alert and moving which shouldn't be possible. Noctis had definitely ben feeding which meant the venom would be in Prompto's system, so how?

"Dad? Cor?" Noctis looked between them in shock, moving off of Prompto's lap to stand in front of him, Prompto pressing a hand to his throat, and Cor summoned a potion to heal the wound for him.

Regis frowned and then he moved forward at vampire speed, right at Prompto. Cor immediately summoned his sword, only to see Noctis block his Father, fangs bared. "Noctis!"

"No Dad!" Noctis' hand was flexing, obviously fighting to not summon his sword.

"Regis?" Cor demanded.

"Werewolf," his friend and King answered, eyes locked on the boy on the couch.

TBC…

Deviating even more from the one shot this is based off.