King Vitiello believed only in the worst in people. Being in a cage made him that way. He spent half his life being a slave fighter, which was considered to be the lowest part of society. The mark on his back and neck branded him as a slave that could never be erased. Kill or be killed was his motive ever since he was handed a knife and told to protect himself. A part of dreaded the sensation of the thin, sharp blade slicing into a man's jugular, the hot blood splattering and coating its crimson colour on everything. The blood that would spill onto King would drown him into this deep, dark hole where the demons would laugh at his misery.

The cage where he was trapped never became his friend. However, he sought solace in the dark, because no one ever went into the darkness willingly when they knew they'd only find a monster. King was that monster. He fed off the poor souls that would stupidly walk into his territory. But he had no choice, it was the only way to survive. This world wasn't forgiving to the weak, it ate them alive without any mercy or regret.

However, King didn't blame people. He found the true culprit. Fate, destiny, creation, universe, God; whatever name you gave the divine. He found out a long time ago that people were at fault but so was God who put the child in the cage or forced a woman into an alley with drunk men. God was the one who chose King to be an orphan; alone on this planet with nothing to call his own. People ignored him and treated him as vermin, like he wasn't part of society because he had no name.

So, he scorned everyone by deciding his name shall be the title of royalty. King. He was a king. King of his own life and bloodline.

Years passed since then, he got himself out of a cage and made billions of his own. He built a house worthy of his status. He was feared and people knew his name no matter where he went. He'd die knowing that he wasn't just any pathetic orphan. He crawled out of the darkest, dirtiest slums and become a-

"King," a voice called out from behind him.

King snapped out of his thoughts and realized where he stood. He was in the Centauri house, on the balcony of his bedroom. Life really did change for him. He was mated now to the love of his life and living with the most prestigious family. The Centauri pack was led by five prominent siblings who lost their parents and had to build their own life. Successful and glorified, the five siblings chose to be loyal to each other, and now, they ran one of the most prominent pack in the world.

King turned at the sound of his mate who happened to be the youngest Centauri. Klaus walked into the room with books and other documents in his arms as he shut the door with his foot. He returned from Institute where he was a teacher. King eyed Klaus who was dressed in black trousers and a blue linen shirt that hung loosely over his lean muscles. His golden hair rakishly messy from the breeze outside today, it tempted King to run his own fingers through the neatly chopped layers of blond and gold. He had those round-golden spectacles, that rested on the bridge of his straight nose, as his emerald green eyes peered out through them; they were sinfully attractive on him.

"I didn't know you were already home," Klaus said as he laid out all the papers on the table.

"I finished work early," King said as he entered the bedroom and shut the balcony doors.

Klaus laid out his things on his study-table as King leaned against the wall watching Klaus who took out his phone and put it down. King didn't bother keeping his hands to himself. He followed his desire that pumped through him at all times when it came to his lovely mate.

King grabbed Klaus's wrist, he loosened the strap of his watch and let it fall free, putting it on the table next to his phone like he did every night. He leaned down and laid his lips on the pulsing nerve on the inner part of his wrist, the thin skin was soft against his lips.

"Are you okay?" Klaus voiced his concern tenderly.

King's lips memorized the way the pulse throbbed beneath the skin and echoed within his own body, matching his heartbeat. He didn't answer Klaus because a part of him couldn't lie to him. A lot weighed on King's mind right now about his past and what life he had before meeting Klaus. But he didn't want to think about that darkness. He only wanted to forget and be immersed in his mate's arms.

King unbuttoned the cuff of the sleeve and kissed down his arm.

Klaus stared with that sheen of arousal that sparked within his emerald eyes, but also curiously watched King's sudden mood that he never overlooked. "You're ignoring my question," he said.

"And you're aware that whenever I see you with those glasses, I can't keep my hands off you," King averted.

Klaus tilted his head, his eyes affirmed. "You were thinking about your past, weren't you?" he alleged.

King straightened to his powerful height that was a few inches above Klaus. "I don't want to talk about it," he said.

Klaus's gaze softened. "Okay, we don't have to," he said as he laid his hand on King's cheek.

King stared into his mate's eyes wondering how anyone could invoke such a pure emotion without any effort at all. His eyes were the deepest shade of green; innocent and tempting, they beckoned the darkness inside King with the sweet caress. The demons hidden within found solace with Klaus and they hungered for any attention he gave to them. All of the cracks in King's soul sought the warm light that Klaus held within himself.

He was entirely broken, destroyed by all the people who made him bleed. Yet, he stood here, near his mate who held him like he was fragile. Perhaps, King was as temperamental as glass, he'd shatter at any given moment. Right now, he was teetering to the edge ready to break. But he knew that his mate would heal him.

Klaus's lips caressed King's mouth spurring him and lulling him out of his own thoughts again. Neither of them spoke, but their bodies did all the exchange. King didn't push or pull, he simply stayed right in front of Klaus as he kissed him softly. He pressed his mouth against King's and lured him to part them. Their tongues met and instantly the fire was stoked with great enthusiasm. King pressed closer but let Klaus lead the kiss into a heated dance of desire.

"Take my clothes off," King growled.

Klaus's hands moved towards the buttons on King's shirt and released them one by one. King wrapped his arm around Klaus's waist and didn't take his attention off his lips. He kissed until both of them were breathless and demanding more. King wished to run his mouth all over Klaus's body, tasting him while driving him to the deepest pits of ecstasy.

Klaus peeled the shirt off King's broad shoulders and off his arms, throwing it somewhere on the floor. King didn't care at all about it. He held Klaus's face, tilting him back more so their lips wouldn't separate despite taking his shirt off. King stumbled forward as he tugged his shoes off. Klaus laughed cutely against his mouth and King drank that sound all the way into his soul.

If it wasn't for Klaus taking them to the bed, King would've done it right here against the wall or floor. It was as if Klaus was captured and King was the captor. There was no escape for his mate once King trapped him. And right now, they were all alone.

Klaus laid back on the bed, fully clothed as King stood shirtless. He leaned down over Klaus, his lips kissing down the man's sweet throat. He sank his teeth into him, marking his delicate skin as his own and claiming him possessively. Klaus moaned from the sensation and it aroused King; the sound hardened his shaft and he was more than ready to be deep inside his mate's body. He loomed above him, arousal pumping his blood like hot molten lava through his veins.

"Fuck, I could devour you," King growled as he bit Klaus's lip before finding another spot to claim as his own.

Klaus moaned against his powerful grip. "Slow down," he warned.

Slowing down wasn't possible right now. All of him was high off Klaus's scent that poured out of him and filled the bedroom with spiced arousal and honeyed desires. King's teeth sank into Klaus's throat again, ruthlessly drawing blood as he marked over and over again. His tongue licked over his Adam's apple, that was delicious as he raked his teeth over it.

Klaus's hand combed into King's hair, the sensation shot through him, his shaft about to burst from the agonizing thrill. He moaned into Klaus's mouth as he locked their lips again; the kiss was messy and fast.

Klaus's body glowed in the way that seduced the primal wolf inside King. His mate was innocent and responsive, he could never hide his arousal or play it cool. Everything about him was set ablaze. His cheeks reddened from the lurid things that King put him through. His eyes gleaming with innocence but he was eager to see what else King could do.

King grabbed the buckle of Klaus's pants and loosened them off then throwing it on the floor. His boxers didn't hide the evidence of his arousal. Klaus's hardened shaft pressed against the soft black cotton. He hungered to taste him but craved to play with his body too.

"What do you want, baby?" King asked as he kissed Klaus's thigh as he kneeled between his legs. "My mouth on you or me in your body."

Klaus's eyes hooded with arousal stared at King shyly. "I want you," he answered.

King didn't waste another second. Sliding off Klaus's boxers, he freed his own thickened shaft and grabbed the lube out of the cupboard by the bed coating himself, so he could enter without resistance.

Parting Klaus's legs further, he thrusted into his mate's body that welcomed him warmly. The hot walls engulfed King's hard cock, holding him captive. The arousal exploded in him and he couldn't contain himself. He thrusted into him, finding the sweet spot deep inside Klaus, he knew that both of them wouldn't last long.

King pushed and pulled rhythmically the way Klaus loved it. And both of them were close to falling apart.

"You're driving me crazy," Klaus moaned as he felt his body crumble from the way King dominated him.

King smirked. "I should be saying that," he remarked since he was the one who didn't understand how he could be controlled by Klaus. His body, his scent, his unconditional faith in their love was enough to break and build King back into a reflection of a worthy man.

Riding out their release, both of them came hard.

But King was far from done. He stripped off the rest of their clothes, wanting nothing between them. Maybe, he was evil for needing his mate to submit to him but he didn't care. From the way Klaus's body responded to his touch alone, King had already darkened with primitive urges to dominate him.

Klaus gathered King in his arms as they kissed their heart away, revealing the vulnerable soul hidden within them. King hardened inside his mate, bigger than before, thickening with hunger as his tongue fed off Klaus's rich taste. He gripped his mate's shaft, controlling his orgasm as he slid up and down the heated cock.

Klaus moaned sweetly. "You're not playing fair," he said as he swallowed King's thick cock into his body.

King bit Klaus's lip savagely. "I never want to play fair when I have you in my arms," he admitted. "How can I?" He said as his cock was tightly gripped within his body that wouldn't let him breathe. "Your body blinds me and doesn't let me think straight." He thrusted hard and deep. "I lose myself when I'm with you. I forget who I am or what I was." Klaus's eyes softened with compassion. "What am I supposed to do when you're the only reason I can still breathe."

"Is that what upsets you?" he asked as he held King's face. "Why?"

"My past will always haunt me," King admitted. "I can't run from it." He didn't bother with words again. He leaned down and locked their lips together, as his hips rhythmically moved allowing them both to drown in desire.

Arousal pumped through King and he was close to coming apart again, so was Klaus. He didn't slow down nor did he let either of them ease into this sensation. He rode the storm of lust, letting the waves consume them.

"I'm coming," Klaus said breathlessly.

King kept the steady but fast speed letting Klaus lose his mind. "Come for me, baby," he commanded and he did. Both of them came hard.

King pulled out of his body and kneeled between his legs. He stared at the slight flush that bloomed over his mate's skin, both of them hazy with the aftermath of everything.

"I don't think I can move," Klaus said with a brief chuckle.

"What do you need?" King asked.

"We should shower," Klaus advised.

King didn't waste a second to complete his mate's wishes. He helped him to his feet and took them into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Once King got Klaus under the rain of hot water, he couldn't help but taste his lustrous skin, touch his lean muscles covered with soap and take him against the shower wall.

Once King was showered, he got out first letting Klaus finish.

King returned to the room and dressed in a pair of boxers before lying in bed waiting for his mate. He leaned against the headboard and found himself content. Everything was different now. He had a home and a mate to call his own. Nothing mattered from his past, he told himself repeatedly.

The water turned off and Klaus came out of the shower with just a pair of slacks that hung on his waist. His golden hair tousled and a bit damp which darkened the chopped strands that hung over his eyes boyishly. Klaus went over to his study-table and organized a few papers before he came to the bed over to his side, turning off all the lights, only allowing the moonlight through the windows.

"Are you feeling better now?" Klaus asked as he laid down on the bed facing King.

King laid down too. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't found me," he shared as he studied the light of the moon on his mate's beautiful face.

Klaus smiled softly. "I recall that it was you who found me," he said.

King smiled at the memory of when they first met in the alleyway. "All I wanted when I saw you was to take you with me," he said.

"And do what?" Klaus chuckled.

King smirked. "I think you know," he jested.

Klaus's eyes gleamed in the moonlight. "I would've let you," he said.

King stiffened. "Don't tease me, I'll do it right now," he said as the blazing heat ignited in his body in seconds.

Klaus laughed happily. "Okay, okay," he called a truce as he embraced King and went to sleep.

King smiled as he held his mate in his arms and protected him as he slept. He didn't realize but Klaus always won the game when he innocently seduced his way into King's mind making him forget his past. This always reminded King that it was only Klaus that could handle him. No one else could, they'd get scared.

King pulled Klaus closer, letting their heartbeats fill the room as he followed his mate into a deep slumber. Only to dream of his mate again and again. 

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