A/N: Hey, guys. So, this is just a random thing that had been on my mind since I really started to consider the whole Lightning X Noctis. And, of course, my love for non-existent couples rang through and I fell madly for the idea of these guys. Songs by the amazing band, Everyone Dies in Utah, also had a big inspiration on this. But no, this will not be a songfic thingy.

Just a heads up, everything in this will not be exactly like the games or the information provided from those games. This is simply a twisted fanfic to accommodate the storyline. Yes, there will be some major sexual tension, and some smuttiness. If you are not a fan . . . well, I'm not exactly sure why you're reading rated M stories. But, regardless, fair warning. :) I'm not all that great at it, either. But, this is my first try, so tell me what you think.

I've only posted the first chapter due to the fact I would like to see how this goes with you all before I continue. As in, if it's worth even continuing. Lol

[I do not own these characters or the song lyrics. I only wrote this.]

"When you live in a world
Where there is no sun you tend
To focus on the dark
But all you must do is look below you and find
I have the light

But on the darkest day
The man of light can find himself astray
When your only means of life is kept alive
By one man, by one spark
And I'm nowhere to be found
To fuel the core of it all."

- A Glowing Core Through the Glass Floor,

Everyone Dies in Utah

Lightning Farron swallowed with a dry throat, her eyes gazing up upon her new work place.

There was a darkness enveloping the two bodies, hot and sticky with sweat. His lips traveled across the plain of her neck and collar bone. He held her close, no chance of escape from his ravenous actions. With a rough hand, he tangled his long digits through her soft hair and crashed his lips across hers. His tongue fought through the crevice of her mouth and danced greedily with hers. A moan shattered deep in her throat, her stomach tightening in anticipation. Her breath caught as she felt his hands sliding across the same body parts as he did only minutes ago — her sides, her breasts, her legs and bottom until he repeated the curious movements another time. . .

The Caelum place was huge, dark yet extravagant. Lightning felt the air around her grow heavy and she detained away her inner hate. This was where she'd spend the majority of her time from now on. This was where her work resided, her second home. As enticing as it may have looked, she was hesitant. Not once having stepped inside the place, the memories of who it kept shelter for flooded her mind like a raging river the moment she was let out of the black vehicle.

It was then she felt his hands slide up the hem of her dress, revealing the skin he wished so desperately to get his hands on, judging by his hitch of breath and aggressive kisses. She had moved her hand to shield her legs away when he caught her wrists and pinned them tightly above her head. His mouth devoured hers, the wetness between her exposed thighs becoming particularly hard to ignore. He groaned in frustration against her flesh, the slow pace eating away at his patience. A quick action and he wrapped her leg around his waist. As if telling him she approved, she moaned softly and did the same with her other limb . . .

Lightning cursed under her breath and found she was glaring.

Noctis Lucis Caelum was a bastard, even if he wasn't all to blame for their 'hot' night a year and a half ago. The club had been dark and Lightning hadn't been looking for any quick one night stands. In fact, she had made a clear note to celebrate the time she had with her sister and friends before they carried on with separate lives. It was had been perfectly mellowed, only slight drinking and a careful eye for any pestering punks. Then the drinking challenged began. Lightning only watched as Fang, Sazh, Vanille, Serah and Snow had their fun. Though, Snow didn't find that quite fair.

There wasn't a week that went by when she didn't regret the stupid decision to give into her stupid pride and face Snow off. The man was more than just a cocky son of a bitch when he was drunk.

She was arching her back against him, her stiff nipples brushing against his clothed, broad chest. He supported her off her feet and wasted no time in bringing her closer to the edge. His fingers weaved their way past the thin fabricated undergarments she wore, pressing lightly against the swollen bundle of nerves. She leant her head back against the wall and became thankful he had released her hands so that they became capable of gripping his black shirt tighter in her fists. He pressed into her, revealing his hardened member as he probed into her, exploring what had never been touched but by his own hand. The friction caused another sort of tightening deep in her, her hips bucked against his working hand. He noticed her struggle and concealed her loud growing moans with a deep kiss . . .

Drink after drink and Lightning proved herself victorious. Only, the effects took hold of her system soon after. A type of confidence rang through her bones, and Lightning felt her lips curve into more smiles then since they had arrived. Snow and the others had pulled her out to the dance floor, the friends joining in a dance together. Lightning hadn't comprehended what had come over her, the tightly packed crowds and flashing lights did little to affect her judgment.

Only soon after the walls had crumbled did Lightning find her lips locked with another's. It wasn't something she had ever in her life considered — making out with a complete stranger. The thought sent a rage through her brain. One stupid mistake, she thought.

He pulled away from their kiss and set his forehead to hers, breathing steadily. His eyes were closed in utter ecstasy and affects from the booze. All she could register was to nod. Her hands fell between them and worked away the belt that held his hard length away. The zipper was pulled down and he made a noise at the sudden freedom. His head rested in the curve of her neck, dwelling against her one final moment before it came all too sure they'd be linked together . . .

Lightning remembered the embarrassment she felt the day following that night. It seemed as if the shame she felt weighed more than a few tons. Not once did she bother to ask his name, get any clarification she wasn't sentencing herself to a rape and murder. It was reckless and stupid. Hell, she didn't even recognize the very place she lost her virginity in. The place she shed tears and engaged herself in her first functional sexual pleasures. All there was to remember was standing on a lit up dance floor, her body pulled to his just as much as his was to hers — and after the first moment their lips touched they were somewhere completely different. It plagued her from then on, a shot to her pride. She thanked the goddess she hadn't caught anything repulsive or conceived any children. She wouldn't have remembered who the father was, anyhow.

That was, until she received a notice from the Caelum Dynasty, asking assistance from her and her squad to help protect the crystal alongside Prince Noctis.

"Well, don't you look pissed." Snow chuckled, bumping her shoulder from behind.

Lightning held back any unnecessary snarls. "No one's pissed, Snow." She said simply and began in her walk towards the building. Lightning had never paid much attention to who Prince Noctis Caelum actually was — just what he did, if that. After the call, Serah had seemed absolutely thrilled. Serah then insisted her sister take a look at just how handsome the prince appeared to be, implying the luck she had gotten into with working for King Caelum. And then it hit her.

Lightning felt like she had been trampled by a mass load of bricks. It was him — the man she would have paid to been erased from her memory. Any other man she could have made out with would have been easy to forget and move on from. However, Lightning couldn't comprehend the morals of someone willing to go out and have sex with just anyone. Not to mention completely disregard them after the fact, not one name exchange or apology. And, of course, it wasn't all Noctis' fault. Though, she hadn't and was sure she would have at least introduced herself afterwards if she hadn't passed out.

Shaking her head, Lightning pushed through the haunting thoughts and kept focused.

"Oh, really? Could have fooled me." He rolled his eyes, knowing Lightning well enough to know she wasn't being completely honest.

"This way." said the tall man with brown hair and rectangular glasses. His voice was low and flat with enthusiasm. He had been the driving the car Lightning was brought in. She wasn't sure of his distant attitude, but he never acted disrespectful and she counted her blessings more and more often as the days went on.

"Is it just me, or is this place huge?" commented Sazh, catching up with Snow and Lightning.

Snow looked back at him with a wide smile, "I was thinking the same thing. They would only call in the best to guard a bitchin' ass place like this."

Lightning ignored the way he wiggled his brows and said, "Just remember this is just business."

Sazh laughed, "Yeah, you remember that one, Light." He put an arm around her shoulder, "You know what they say about the prince, right? S'posed to be some sort of abnormally handsome exotic 'Romeo' guy. Wouldn't want you to lose your focus when your panties get in a knot!"

Snow and Sazh laughed together, Lightning flinching at his words. Oh, you have no idea, she thought.

"Ignis, my man!"

The man that had once been driving the black car looked up to the voice, his expression unreadable. "Prompto," He said in a dull tone. "How nice to see you."

The blonde, Prompto, rolled his silvery eyes. "Aw, don't waste your energy lying for my sake, Ignis." Ignis had no reply and walked past him hastily, bringing Prompto's attention to something far more interesting. "The newbies?"

Ignis replied, "Yes."

Prompto grinned, looking over the two men and woman before he caught up with Ignis. "Only three? Really?"

Ignis kept his head forward, aware the three new recruits weren't far behind. "Yes, Prompto, only three."

Lightning listened in curiously as they made their way into the building, the walls never ceasing to continue in their dark color scheme. However, the inside felt almost bigger than she imagined it would look like despite its constricting colors. To her sides, though, she could sense her two companions kept a listening ear as well.

"They must be really something, then." Prompto glanced back, catching Lightning's eye. Before she could avert her stare, he winked and continued on with Ignis. "Did Noctis make you in charge of all this nonsense?"

Ignis shook his head slightly, adjusting his glasses. "No. The King did."

Prompto asked, "And are you going to see him now?"

With a questioning look, Ignis answered, "Yes. Why do you ask?" Prompto laughed then, stopping in his tracks. Ignis did the same and narrowed his eyes, not in the mood for jokes. "What is it, Prompto?"

"I wouldn't go any further than this, my friend." Prompto padded the tall man's shoulder. "You might walk in on a war."

Ignis viewed over the three he was ordered to bring to the King, and then watched Prompto fold his arms across his chest smugly. He had stopped only to begin in another question, "Noctis—"

"Is extremely pissed off at the moment. It'd be wise to let the guy cool off, if you know what I mean." Prompto leaned in a bit, "And I know you do, Ignis. You of all people, I mean."

Waiting for instruction from Ignis, Lightning and the others stopped as he had done. They stood silent, exchanging a few looks. When Lightning suspected the brunette had something to announce relevant to their delay, he simply stated to no one in particular, "Noctis is going to have to get over it sooner or later. He's engaged and there isn't anything he can do about that now."

Just then, from only a few yards away, tall doors opened in double. At their center stood the Prince, enraged down to the bones in his body. He walked while holding himself in a collectible manner, though his eyes were tainted with a bottomless red.

"Noc—" Prompto began but held short his words with a glance from Noctis shot his direction. "Uh, nevermind." He took a step back, a meek smile quickly plastered across his face.

Noctis continued past with little acknowledgment towards the new members of the staff. He never had a second glance, only the sight of the exit doors — bordering his freedom from the damned life he was burdened with.

Of all the things his father could have asked, of all the things his father could have enforced on his only son — and this was what was to come: a stupid, unnecessary arranged marriage? Any other man would have been thrilled to be married off to that of Stella Nox Fleuret, a typical beauty. No. Not Noctis, not this time around. This was a simple proclamation that made it clear the King did not entrust the life of his heir to the heir himself. Noctis could hear it loud and clear — the sound of his own choices fleeing into the depths of his father's demands.

As his mind rumbled with a caged wrath, Lightning clandestinely watched his expression. She kept her breathing even, blinking slower as if his appearance changed nothing. Luckily, she felt a smidge better noticing everyone was watching him, as well. Her stare wasn't completely out of the ordinary.

"Noctis." Ignis called out, silence his only reply.

Lightning, for a quick second, almost wished he would stop walking so she could look at him more carefully. She wanted to see just what she had gotten herself into that night — or, better yet, what had gotten into her. Lightning shuttered inwardly.

Lightning began to feel her heart pound beneath her ribs. With a quick glance and time seemed to slow. Noctis, in his stride to the unknown destination, shifted his red orbs only to lock with those of a much lighter hue. Those eyes. Lightning felt the heat burn as it crawled up her skin, causing her to look away rapidly.

Another call to his name and Noctis was gone.