A/N: Warning, this chapter contains intimate scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable reading such things, I recommend you skip the chapter since it will not do anything wrong with the storyline. This story is marked as MATURE for a reason.
It's already the second book so people knew I always put warnings before scenes like this. Again, skip if you feel uncomfortable. Thank you!
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Black smoke appeared inside the room and a few seconds later, the vampire king appeared with his arms inside the pocket of his clothes.
Ciaran's eyes immediately drifted towards the bed where he had left Pier sleeping earlier.
"You're awake." He smiled in satisfaction after seeing Pier's gentle and soft expression.
"Yeah." The white-haired noble responded with a short yawn.
"Do you want something to eat?" Ciaran asked as he went to the bed and sat beside Pier. He linked his arms around the latter's waist and pulled him close. Taking a whiff of Pier's scent, Ciaran closed his eyes and leaned into Pier's neck.
'My scent, it's starting to fade.' He thought. His combined scent with Pier's when they first shared the bed passionately and in ecstasy before was now starting to disappear.
"What are you doing?" Pier asked in return when he felt Ciaran's head lean in his shoulders.
'He should rest first.' Deciding that it wasn't appropriate of him to ask Pier about such thing when he had just come from a situation that made him cry and sleep for hours, Ciaran shook his head.
"Nothing. I will ask the others to bring you food here." He kissed Pier's forehead and offered his hand.
"Will my king come with me? We can explore the palace as the others bring the food." He gave Pier a lopsided grin in which Pier responded to with a head tilt.
"Am I really a king? That was too quick for me to become one." He asked skeptically and Ciaran nodded his head in recognition. He knew Pier would ask about the legibility of his position as the new king in the new founded kingdom within the Mir Mountains.
"It had been unanimously decided by the rest of the village before that when you return in the Mir Mountains as my lover, you will be renounced as my other half." He assured him but Pier still hesitated.
There are many deliberations and steps that should be done before someone could become a king. It was such a crucial position for anyone that it shouldn't be taken easily.
But trusting Ciaran, he sighed and accepted the prince's hand.
"Shouldn't I need to be married with you first before I can be officially your other half? If we were to form a bridge of alliance with other kingdoms-"
"We won't be forming an alliance with the other kingdoms. Especially the human ones." Ciaran quickly interjected which had Pier confused.
"They will come and ask for an alliance with us." He spoke in seriousness which had Pier in surprise.
"And even though I do not believe in the concept of marriage just as how humans do, I will marry you whenever and wherever you want, Pier." He brought the back of Pier's hand towards his mouth and kissed it.
All the while, Ciaran's earnest look was directed at him.
He wanted to be with Pier. To share his life with the white-haired noble. He desired to spend every minute of his day with this person right in front of him.
The vampire king will gladly conform to the human concept of marriages and unions just so he could stay with Pier whatever the cost is.
"I see." Pier smiled at the response. He wanted to roll his eyes at how cheesy the lines were but he was glad Ciaran was like that.
"Then I will wait for your other surprises, your majesty." Pier teased and they both walked outside of the room they were in.
He was wearing a comfortable white cloth that reached until his knees.
Ciaran tried to keep the embarrassment from his face after hearing Pier's words.
"You should also be called 'majesty', Pier." He encircled his arm around Pier's waist while they walked. Squeezing it occasionally and making the now renowned other king of the Mir Mountains tilt his head back in the pleasurable sensation.
"Let me get used to it first. It feels weird too." He retorted back making Ciaran laugh in the process.
"But Ciaran-" He wanted to ask about something because there were some issues he found with him being the king.
However, Pier's mind drifted towards what happened some time ago. The scenario at the throne room and his outburst, it made him uncomfortable.
"What is it? Are you unwell?" Pier shook his head at the question.
They both walked along the empty halls of the palace and a sense of tranquility started to overtake them both.
Ciaran who had just gotten back from causing destruction in the kingdom was at ease being beside Pier. He was constantly in peace whenever he was beside the white-haired noble.
His hand wrapped around Pier's body, the comforting scent that he always adored, the gentle caress Pier does with his arm when at random times, regardless of what his problems are, Ciaran always found it quite easy to settle.
They both reached the place where the halls are intersecting and a huge glass window was at the center.
"Where does this way lead to?" Pier asked as he observed the other hallways being produced from the intersection.
"The other rooms in the palace." The man curtly responded in which Pier puffed his cheeks out in slight annoyance.
Ciaran always has his way with words but most of the time they were short.
"You always speak curtly, Fenrir." Pier pointed out as they stood closer to the glass window.
He was busy teasing Ciaran with the way he spoke that he did not notice what was in front of him.
"Really?" The green-eyed man inquired and Pier nodded his head.
"Do you hate it?" He faced Pier. The latter shook his head in retort.
"Not really. It would be a shocker for me to see you talk so much but you looked way cooler if you talked less." He slyly admitted and Ciaran chuckled.
He loves it when Pier was being carefree around him.
It makes Ciaran feel good knowing that the person he loves was comfortable with him.
"I like it better when you speak more though." He gently pulled Pier by the waist and their bodies touched. Pier flinched when they made contact and he avoided gaze when Ciaran's viridescent green eyes looked directly at him.
"Will you speak for me more, my king?" He slowly lowered his head until their foreheads touched and Pier could not help but finally chuckle at Ciaran's words.
They were sly yet romantic.
"If you wish for me to speak more then give me something to talk about. Hmm?" Pier whispered back when their lips were only a few inches away.
"That would be hard. You like many things and choosing one would be like selecting the best appetizer we can have before a full course meal." Pier found the analogy hilarious.
"Perhaps are you hungry, your majesty?" His eyes turned crescent shaped when Ciaran frowned.
"No, not really. But I was trying to extend my words. I did not know they sounded like I'm hungry." He held Pier's waist in both of his hands and Ciaran instinctively started swaying around despite the lack of music.
"Dancing?" Ciaran nodded his head.
"I want to dance with my moon." He seriously spoke wherein Pier produced a lovely smile which captured his heart once more.
Like a rose blooming under the glowing moon, Pier's smile was beautiful and alluring.
"I've been called as the moon by some but yours is the only one I will accept." He kissed Ciaran's nose and the man's chest started to pound quickly again.
Ciaran Fenrir frequently had a hard time actually believing that Pier Belmiunde liked him. There was no point for Pier to do so.
Unlike the other human nobles surrounding him, Ciaran had no wealth. He lived before in an extremely small village that was cramped up with vampires.
The only thing he could give Pier before was the ring and necklace which he had been keeping for the past years.
That was Ciaran's greatest and most valuable possessions in terms of assets.
He cannot compare to the humans who could give Pier the biggest and most expensive gemstone in the world and so he was wondering how Pier had come to like him.
"I still remember the time I woke up in your carriage and we were about to head out of the kingdom's borders." Pier spoke out of the blue as if it were intended to match Ciaran's thoughts.
"Same goes for me. You were more worried about your hair changing colors than the fact that a stranger abducted you." The green-eyed man responded in which they both laughed to.
"I liked my black hair before then too. It contrasts well with my blue eyes." He huffed.
"But you look better with your snow like hair." Ciaran countered.
"You're just saying that to ease the pain I feel after losing my elegant looking black hair." Pier clicked his tongue as they continued to move silently across the floor.
But in all honesty, Ciaran liked Pier more with the white-hair. It reminded him of the comforting snow that fell on the Mir Mountains at times where the monsters would hibernate and give him peace even for a few days.
The winter saved him a lot of energy and he was constantly remembering it with Pier's hair.
'He would definitely laugh if I speak about my sentiments in regards with his hair.' He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the warmth of Pier's body emanating into his.
They continued to sway along the non-existent music for a few more minutes with just Ciaran hugging Pier close.
"Wow." Pier breathed when they both got close to the giant glass window in the center and he peeked outside.
Ciaran also stopped moving as his gaze went on the direction Pier was looking at.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked Pier and the latter nodded his head.
"The flowers are glowing. It's my first time seeing them." He uttered in awe while observing the glowing flowers in the dark.
The entire garden in front of the palace Ciaran had built was emitting a strangely comforting and alluring bluish glow.
"They're flowers that grew on the fifth mountain. I had them relocated in front of the palace since I thought you would like them."
"I like them, a lot." Ciaran's smile widened when he knew Pier was pleased with his actions.
"I'm glad you liked them." He nudged his nose in Pier's soft hair and inhaled the man's scent.
"Do you want to eat now? The food had probably been placed in front of the room." Pier nodded and the two went back to the hall the trudged in earlier.
The pleasant silence continued to reign over them and neither minded it.
Once they reached the room Pier had been sleeping in, they did see a cart filled with plates and food. The utensils needed were all arranged neatly on it too.
"You kept on amusing me, Fenrir." Pier gave him a knowing glance and Ciaran proudly puffed his chest out.
"Of course. Only the best for you." The two laughed and pushed the cart inside the room and Ciaran closed it gently afterwards.
"What did you prepare?" He peeked in one of the covered plates and the aromatic smell of toasted bread and eggs.
"Some of the vampires are still looking for the best quality meat types in the surrounding human cities, maybe this evening we can have a steak for you." The vampire king spoke in all seriousness again and Pier looked at Ciaran as if he grew two heads.
"Seriously, even stale bread would be enough to sustain me." He informed him but Ciaran wasn't having any of it.
"No king of mine would eat stale bread for any moment in his life." His eyebrows were furrowed again in distaste. He did that whenever Pier speaks of something that he should not experience ever such as eating stale bread.
"What if that is the only food left in the world?" Pier removed the cover completely and he sat on the bed along with Ciaran. The man following behind while lost in thought to look for the proper answer in the question.
Grabbing the knife and fork, Pier delved in to eat the warm bread and eggs heartfully.
It was already early in the morning just right past midnight but his hunger was overtaking his entire body.
"Then I will look somewhere else for good food that you can eat." Ciaran spoke with determination and Pier whose mouth was full with the food turned at him with an amused expression.
"I nold you nat wash the only foon left." It was a bad manner to speak with their mouths full but he was having fun asking Ciaran these questions.
"No, I will look for any place. Even if stale bread becomes the staple food, I will make sure you eat the fresh and toasted ones." Ciaran opened his mouth when Pier brought the fork with a piece of egg on it.
Munching on the egg, Ciaran looked like a cute child.
A big, cute child.
"That's a possibility. You can look for alternatives on how to revive the stale bread." Pier informed him as he opened another covered plate and this time, they were fresh berries from the forest.
"You can run the stale bread through clean water and heat it. That will revive it from the staleness." Pier then grabbed a clean napkin from the cart and he started to wipe the excess crumbs and other unnecessary things from his face.
"Do mine too." Ciaran nudged his face closer to the white-haired noble in which Pier gave him an eyebrow raise.
"You can clean yourself, your majesty." Dropping the used napkin on the cart and getting a new one, he handed Ciaran the clean napkin.
But before he could stand up again, Ciaran grabbed him by the arm making him face the vampire king again.
"You know I'm bad at arm tugging-" Pier tried to scold Ciaran but he stopped mid-sentence when he saw what the king was doing.
His eyebrows twitched and the corner of Pier's lips started to form a downturn expression.
"And why are you giving me those puppy eyes and a small pout?!" Irritated with Ciaran's expression, Pier glared at him.
It was cute.
"For Pete's sake, you aren't a child anymore, Ciaran!" He quickly grabbed the napkin in frustration and started wiping Ciaran's mouth with it.
"Who's Pete? Why are we talking about his sake?" Jealousy laced his voice and it was very evident making Pier roll his eyes.
"In what kingdom does he live? Should I kill him now-"
"Shut up."
"..."
Sighing, Pier got the final crumb of the toast from Ciaran's mouth and threw the napkin away.
"It's an expression that indicates frustration or annoyance, Fenrir." He had to explain many things to the royal because Ciaran might go on a rampage killing anyone named Pete.
"Pete's not my type of name too. So shut up and do not speak nonsense anymore." He scolded the vampire king and Ciaran had to avoid his gaze.
He cannot win against Pier no matter how much he tried.
"But what if my name is Pete? Would you not like me?" Ciaran's small pout still remained and Pier's exasperated look was reaching on a new height.
"Then I would not be here with you. I will be back at the kingdom." Pier grumbled scaring Ciaran.
"No! Yes, my name is not Pete!" He spoke in panic and Pier rolled his eyes at him.
"Please do not be mad at me. It was childish and unlike of me." Ciaran cooed Pier into his arms.
"I apologize, Pier." He placed a kiss on Pier's nose.
"Good thing my parents did not name me Pete or I will resolve into feeding myself in the monsters." He chuckled as Pier did not respond.
"Aw, man. Forgive me, no? I will kiss you many times if you refuse to acknowledge me." He tilted Pier's head towards him and saw that the white-haired noble was having an amused expression on his face.
But Ciaran's gaze was directed immediately at the ruby lips Pier had. His gaze lingered there for a few seconds and it went back up to the noble's face.
"Pier..." He trailed off while closing the distance between them.
It hasn't even been long since he explored Pier's body both inside and out but it felt like ages. Ciaran was too enraged to focus on his innuendos and intimate desires that spending alone time with Pier once more made those forgotten desires resurface.
"I have to get Gideon-"
"I will bring them here." He interrupted as his arms found their way around Pier's waist again. He loved encircling his hands there and squeezing it.
The expressions and sounds Pier produced were too sensual.
And indeed.
"Hnngh..." Pier closed his eyes at the sensation.
"Don't worry about anyone else for now. I will do everything." Ciaran reassured while lifting Pier's body and making him sit on his lap.
"And of course, you're horny." Pier commented.
"Only for you." The vampire king's lips darted towards Pier's exposed neck and his hands went to the plump bottoms.
Pier was only wearing a large long sleeved shirt that he had gotten from Ciaran since he did not bring any clothes when he left the Taron Kingdom.
Thus, it was an easy access for Ciaran.
His large, veiny hands started to massage Pier's bottom while his mouth assaulted Pier's collarbone.
"Should I be privileged that you're only excited when it comes to be, your majesty?" Pier asked as he pulled Ciaran's hair. The king looking at him with hungry and predatory eyes.
"No. I should be the one privileged that I can touch you, my love." He breathed hard and thrusted his hips against Pier's.
The already hard manhood rubbing against the crease of Pier's bottom.
"You will dirty your clothes if you thrust into me like a bunny in heat, Fenrir." Pier whispered as he still held Ciaran's hair firmly.
"Remember how you cannot control yourself? What if you have your release with your clothes on?" He clicked his tongue and Ciaran's breath started to get rugged.
"Now that you think of it, that's a good idea."
His heart skipped a beat.
This was always one of Ciaran's greatest fantasies. Pier sitting on his lap and dominating the moment.
"Release your hands from my body, Fenrir." Pier ordered.
He was getting heated too.
Ciaran was obedient when it comes to Pier. One word from the white-haired noble and he would gladly follow.
Once the king's hands were no longer attached on his bottom, Pier grabbed the hem of the shirt he was wearing and bit it.
His manhood exposing itself to the world and Ciaran gulped multiple times while he observed the rosy and beautiful tip.
"Mhm..." Pier moaned when his shaft grazed over Ciaran's still clothed stomach and the latter wanted to put his hands back on Pier's ass.
"Keep your hands to yourself, Fenrir." Pier whispered in his ear making Ciaran retract his hands.
"That's a good king right there. I like the obedient ones like you." He chuckled as he encircled his arms around Ciaran's neck and fully laid his legs on either side of the man under him.
"Pier... haah..." Ciaran exhaled in anticipation at how lewd and hot it was. Every word was sending shivers down his spine.
Pier grabbed the back of Ciaran's head and made the latter face him.
"I want to see you cum while you're in your clothes, Fenrir." Pier spoke.
Ciaran's eyes widened at the proposition. With clothes on?
It seemed to have unlocked a new fantasy within him as the image of him ramming inside Pier while they both wore their clothes popped up.
Pier then released Ciaran's own shaft from his pants. He did not fully remove Ciaran's clothes and just made the manhood spring out.
"I'm fascinated every time I see how big and handsome you are, Fenrir." Pier spoke in a tranced manner as the shaft rubbed against the crease of his bottom.
Pier continued to repeat the action. He was moving his hips up and down on Ciaran's lap and the man's manhood would rub vigorously against him.
"A-Ah... It feels good." Pier moaned in ecstasy at the rubbing.
"Fenrir... haah..." Pier called out his name making Ciaran's struggle further heighten. He was now leaning his body back on the bed and was using his arms for support.
The green-eyed man had his eyes closed because he could not afford to look at the erotic scene in front of him. If he did so, he knew he would not be able to control himself and take Pier right there and then.
"Ah! Hnnghh..." Pier hugged Ciaran's neck tighter and he also bit his ear.
"Pier..." He groaned the name out and the two released their essence at the same time when the pleasure reached to the highest.
Pier came on Ciaran's clothes while Ciaran came on Pier's bottom. The liquid essence dripping down his clothes and Pier's ass.
Deciding that he made Ciaran suffer enough, Pier grabbed the man's face and smashed their lips together.
"T-That was so good..." He stuttered in awe and pleasure.
"..." Pier eyed him and Ciaran was frozen in his position.
"Get it up again, Fenrir." His white hair was drenched in sweat due to the activity but it only made Pier even more erotic.
He grabbed Ciaran's shaft and pumped it a few times. The tip releasing a small amount of cum since he had just released a few minutes ago.
"Pier... you're still tired." He was concerned with Pier's state earlier.
He cannot go around screwing the white-haired noble when he was not in the perfect condition.
"But I want to do it with you." He gave Ciaran the look.
The look that made the final strings of rationality snap. The seductive and sensual eyes that could drive any man into the edge of control.
"You can do all the work right after but I want to do this first." He pecked Ciaran's lips and positioned the shaft against his entrance.
"W-Wait, I haven't prepared you yet!" Ciaran tried to interject.
"Prepare me with your shaft, my king." Pier licked Ciaran's lips a couple of times until it was coated with his own saliva.
"It won't fit-." But all he could do was groan when the tip started to penetrate Pier's entrance.
It was a hard battle.
Pier was moving too slow. He was taking in the shaft little by little so he can adjust to it before he would take in further.
"You're making me crazy." Ciaran commented and kissed the man on top of him. Pier returned the gesture with ardent and vigor. Their tongues were fighting for dominance but since Pier had Ciaran's shaft entering him, he could not focus properly.
"Haaah..." Pier continued to produce long and hard breaths. Until Ciaran's manhood was fully inside of him, shivers ran down his back when he felt the cock inside him pulse for a few times.
"Did you come?" He asked and Ciaran's flushed face was right in front of him.
"It was too good, I'm sorry." He apologized while hiding his face from Pier's view.
Now, Pier felt moving his bottom became easier was Ciaran's second release coated his walls and served as a doable lubricant for the shaft to slide in and out better.
"P-Pier?" The man asked in disbelief when Pier started to move up and down on top of him.
He thought Pier would take his shaft out now but instead, he did not.
"You do not get to come for a second time while I only did once, Fenrir." Pier's breath reached his ears and Ciaran became alive again.
Going up and down, making sure that Ciaran was reaching the hilt and getting pleasured, Pier rode him sensually.
"Ah.... Fuck..." Pier moaned when he felt his own release come close.
Ciaran's arms went back to encircle around Pier's waist and his hands grabbed Pier's bottom.
He assisted in making the blue-eyed noble on top of him bounce faster. The noise of their skins slapping each other due to the combined sweat and essence filled the room.
"You better not pass out on me, Pier." He threatened as he came for the third time inside.
"I will do you so good you will not forget the name that made you scream." He bit Pier's neck and switched their positions.
"My scent will stay on your body for weeks, months, even years. I will make sure the others know who you belong to." Ciaran smirked.
It was a long morning for them.
Or maybe night.
They only got out from their room the next day.