A cold breeze entered the cracks and windows of the house perched on top of the biggest tree on the second mountain.

"Mhm," Pier groaned as he hugged the blankets closer in his body. The cold atmosphere made him want to sleep in more.

Ciaran chuckled as he watched the white-haired young master cover himself with the blankets. Only Pier's hair was now visible because his entire body was under the blankets.

He leaned his head back on the wall that was right behind the bed and he started to recall the memory of the night they shared yesterday which he had saved in his mind.

"Fenrir" the young master's sweet and gentle voice called out to him and Ciaran buried his teeth further in the young master's skin.

He unconsciously blushed as he lowered his head in embarrassment.

Pier was so beautiful.

The most beautiful being that he had ever seen.

Never did he imagine the young master's skin could be that soft. It was so soft and was so addicting to touch that Ciaran's hands could not behave his own hands.

From Pier's face, shoulders, stomach, and back, every inch of skin did not portray any signs of imperfection. His rough and calloused hands felt like they were in paradise when they glided on the young master's skin.

His mind drifted to the young master's tantalizing and luscious lips.

'Ah... mhm'

His face reddened when he remembered the sweet moans that reverberated out of the young master's mouth. It was pure music to his ears.

Lastly, his mind drifted to the sight that he knew would be forever etched in his memories.

Ciaran breathed hard as he could not find the appropriate words to even describe the man lying beside him right now.

Ciaran knew it was not the right time and he could not force Pier but what he experienced last night exceeded his expectations and quenched his desires and frustrations.

It was simply perfect.

However, he was also dreading despite his happiness and the memories that they both created last night.

That's right, today would be the day they will conquer the fifth and the final mountain where their goal of destroying the stone was.

This meant that right after this day or the day after that, the possibility of Pier leaving and coming back to the Taron Kingdom was almost assured.

He clenched his hands and his fists trembled.

Even though he was a creature powerful enough to threaten a kingdom with only a few of his forces, he still could not force the only person he liked to stay with him.

He was trying very hard to accept the fact that Pier would come back to the kingdom once everything was over but it's getting harder for him every day.

He did know one thing. That when the young master was gone, he should start rebuilding his reputation.

As the last vampire who had the blood of royalty in their kingdom and as the next chief of the clan that was possibly killed.

'If I achieve all of my plans...'

His gaze turned to the young master who now had his eyes opened.

The clear and striking blue eyes met with his green ones.

'If I achieve all of my plans I could finally focus back on making you mine'

"Fuck," Pier cursed when he woke up.

He promised Gideon he would be back in an hour and that he and Ciaran would only talk but instead, he got so tired after the thing they did that he fell asleep on the vampire prince's bed.

"That's a nice thing to say right after waking up," Ciaran's low and husky voice entered his ears and Pier looked at the naked man who had his lower half-covered with the same blankets he was snuggling on.

"Indeed," Pier spoke as he removed the blanket from covering his body and he got up from the bed.

Ciaran watched with observant eyes again the full display of Pier's naked body. The young master was facing the other way and his rear was exposed to the green-eyed man.

"Pier..." Ciaran called out and Pier heard the bed creak.

"Control yourself, Fenrir."

Ciaran's hands that were about to touch Pier's waist immediately stopped when he heard the sentence.

He watched as the young master stretch his hands and scratched the back of his neck where there were obvious marks of where Ciaran had bitten.

'Goddamn wolf had too much energy,' Pier thought as he rolled his eyes and searched for the clothes that he was wearing yesterday.

Ciaran took a breath as he calmed himself.

'No, I could not!' He was having a hard time controlling himself.

Who would have a hard time managing their excitement when Pier Belmiunde's naked body was in front of them anyway?

It was also the constant reminder he was telling himself.

Pier was only curious with him.

The young master did not like him.

Pier was a sensual being who had his desires.

He was a being who had urges to satisfy.

He knew Pier was just letting his desires and frustrations out with him and Ciaran could not complain.

How could he when he also did the same thing?

The only difference was that he had romantic feelings for the young master whereas, the other had none.

That was his next goal when he finishes his plans for his kingdom. Aim and acquire Pier Belmiunde's affections for him.

"Ciaran, let me borrow your shirt. Mine's all dirty," Pier spoke and Ciaran turned his head to look at Pier.

The white-haired noble was already putting on a white long-sleeved shirt that he owns and of course, his eyes started to drift somewhere.

"I'd poke your eyes out with a stick if you keep on staring at me like that, Fenrir," Pier spoke while he was buttoning the shirt up.

Ciaran's build was bigger than him and way more muscular. The shirt was like another cloak for him so he decided to leave the also dirty pants and just wear one when he gets back to the temporary shelter on the third mountain.

Once he was done fixing the collar of the white long-sleeved shirt and buttoning up, he faced Ciaran again.

"Let's go back to the-" His eyes met with the glowing ones and his speech got interrupted.

Ciaran's desires were starting to overflow.

Pier was wearing a white shirt that covered him up to his thighs. The white and porcelain skin further below were exposed and that added more to the flame sparking inside of the vampire prince.

It was the image that every man would desire.

An image that every man had as one of their deepest secrets.

Sigh

Pier sighed as he watched the vampire eye him as if he was a beast waiting to pounce on its prey.

"I told you, keep your eyes somewhere else," Pier spoke as he pointed his hands at Ciaran and his ice sword immediately manifested.

Schaa~

The ice sword produced a chilling sound as it fully revealed itself.

Pier started to inch closer towards Ciaran.

Every step made the ice sword get closer at the vampire prince's throat.

But before it could fully pierce Ciaran's neck, Pier slightly tilted it on one side so it missed the prince.

Ciaran was sitting at the edge of the bed and Pier had another stupid thought in his mind.

'Pft' He chuckled in his mind.

When he was in front of the man, the young master started to climb on Ciaran's lap.

"Didn't I tell you to take your eyes off of me?" Pier whispered as he grazed the edge of his sword at Ciaran's neck.

The sword immediately created a very tiny cut on the vampire prince's neck enough for only a single drop of blood to come out.

Pier watched the drop of red blood come out and his stupidity started to work again.

He inched his face closer to Ciaran's neck.

"Bad wolves should bleed, don't you think?" He spoke as he licked the drop of blood and Ciaran's entire body shivered.

'Fucking hot'

The vampire prince cursed in his thought as his hands itched to touch Pier's waist but he resisted.

"That's good, now take me back to the shelter," Pier spoke as the metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth.

"Do it or it won't be a single drop next time," He threatened and he heard the growl that came from Ciaran's throat.

"Good boys follow the person they like, Fenrir," He continued to tease as black smoke started to arise from Ciaran's feet.

"That's a good boy, a very good boy," He chuckled in Ciaran's ear before removing himself and standing back again, close enough so he can teleport with Ciaran back.

----

"Young Master!" Gideon called out when he saw his master on the path leading to the shelter he was currently on.

He had a worried look on his face as he watched his master happily walk on the path upwards of the hill.

He also looked back and saw the tall stranger who was able to hold him back completely while they fought for hours.

"Ah, I'm sorry I was late, Gideon," Pier spoke when he was in front of Gideon but the knight did not answer as he started to check Pier's arms and face.

"The vampire did not hurt you anywhere, right, young master?!" He asked and Pier shook his head.

"We only talked over some things," He responded and Gideon sighed in relief.

He was glad that his master was not hurt.

He did know. Gideon was already approaching his twentieth year fast and things such as sex and reproduction were taught to them at an early age.

He knew when he saw the vampire stare intently at his master the night before as if he wanted to devour Pier immediately.

He just let it go because it was his master's commands.

"Let's head to the fifth mountain and complete the mission," Pier spoke as he smacked Gideon's arms away from him.

The knight and the vampire both nodded their heads when they heard Pier's words.

---

They were currently at the fifth mountain's entrance. Only Gideon, Pier, and Ciaran went to the place because as Pier insisted to the prince and his knight, he did not want to see any casualties on the other vampires.

Ciaran hesitated at first but Pier was persistent in telling him that they could complete the final mission with only the three of them.

"Y-Young Master!" Gideon spoke in surprise when he saw multiple elemental magic develop in his master's body.

On each of his hands was a sword made out of fire and a sword made out of ice.

Surrounding his body were gusts of wind that seems to protect Pier from any external force that could threaten his safety.

However, it was Pier who was the most shocked when he manifested his wind magic to its fullest.

A faint crown that was made out of wind magic was at the top of his head.

It did not weigh at all. The glowing crown that was made out of wind magic sat quietly on the top of his head.

Even the shield that surrounded his body was a new type of wind magic that he saw.

"Ciaran... can you attack me with your magic?" He asked the vampire who was just as equally as shocked as him.

Ciaran was watching the young master in awe. Pier now completed the requirements for him to be called a prince.

He was wearing a crown that emitted a strong magical power and Ciaran could feel it directly.

"Why..." he asked while he was still in awe.

"I just want to test this barrier," Pier explained and Ciaran nodded his head.

"Whatever you wish is, it will be my command, your highness," Ciaran obliged to the young master's request, and immediately, dark magic formed in each of his hands.

"Burrow my enemy within the shadows of darkness"

And in an instant, the dark energy crept in the ground towards Pier at lightning speed.

However, just as Pier had expected

"Woah," Pier spoke in admiration and surprise.

The wind barrier that was surrounding his body prevented Ciaran's dark magic from entering. It did tremble a few times as Ciaran's magic started to clash with the force around Pier.

"I think I'm a munchkin," Pier spoke to himself as he was in awe with the new level his wind magic had reached.