The Refuge of Fate

Special Chapter - Fatty

A/N: Spicy chapter as requested! Also, sorry for the delayed update, your boy was sick lol. 

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The cold winter winds blew past the trees whose leaves rustled under its glacial touch. The movement of the bushes as wild magic beasts roamed the forests of Mir echoed through the silent territory as nightfall continued to linger upon it.

The farther one goes from civilization, the less one will hear the sound of wonderful music being played from house to house.

Everyone loved the Sovereign of Magic. His unparalleled talent for music had somewhat became a symbol of love, joy, and adoration amongst the citizens that follow his lead.

The moment he became king, many had turned to start playing some instruments. Those whose talents were of caregivers had a much more adept skill in learning such objects. Each and every day, you could almost hear every house in the kingdom play an instrument for a while. Kids in particular are being taught at an early age of its importance as it greatly resonates with their beloved king's talents.

But of course, no one loves King Silas more than his fated pair, King Ciaran.

The crickets played their joyous tune deep within the enormous trees but it could be heard faintly in their room.

"My love..." Silas paused as he looked at the man who was looking up at him with dazed eyes. The corner of his lips rose when he saw the expression Ciaran was sporting. "What do you want me to do, Fenrir?" He asked as he combed his fingers through the man's black locks. "I..." Fenrir muttered as his eyes returned to the pecs that were just calling for his mouth and tongue.

He knew they were needy. He knew the pink nipples wanted him so badly but he could not do anything because Silas had ordered him to sit still.

They were being given the love and attention they deserved earlier but the young king had cut his fun off short saying he wanted Ciaran to be obedient and stop for the moment.

Silas saw where Ciaran's eyes had wandered which caused him to chuckle. "You and your love for my chest." Kissing the vampire's temple, Silas retracted his sitting body on the bed, watching in further amusement as Ciaran kneeled on the floor right beside it. This caused the older man to somehow almost whimper with his lips downturned as he had already missed the contact.

"Do you love me?" He asked as if questioning Ciaran's devotion but the latter quickly responded with a nod. "I love you so much, Silas..." He confessed with his head hung low.

"If that's true... Will you do everything for me?" The young king asked again and Ciaran nodded once more. "Everything you wanted me to do... So please..." He breathed as he stared at Silas' pale feet hanging on the edge of the bed. "Thank you for letting me know, Fenrir." Silas hummed as he moved his toes and the latter's eyes followed each movement carefully.

Intrigued by Ciaran's burning stare, he lifted his foot and held it near the vampire king.

"You seem so distracted by my foot. Want it?" He joked and even chuckled because he thought Ciaran would grumble at the action.

But to his surprise... "I want to worship every part of you," he admitted before his shaky hands slowly reached for Silas' foot. The young king became silent as he observed every action his lover did.

Ciaran's fingers brushed on the soles of his foot before gulping his saliva. "What do you want to do?" Silas asked but instead of words, Ciaran's lips descended and kissed his foot.

This seems to have surprised Silas as he was speechless for a while. He watched as Ciaran's lips trailed down to his toe and the man started kissing it too.