Death was something that King had seen since his birth. Lives were taken in a flash in front of his eyes, like it wasn't a precious soul, but mere cargo to be transported to another realm. So, at this point in his life, he didn't feel much for it except like he greeted an old friend. However, sitting in the car, as Bone patiently drove them to hospital, Klaus sat with a paled expression; an expression that spoke so much more than words.

"It's going to be fine," King broke the silence first.

Klaus drew in a deep breath. "I know," he answered.

"Then what are worried about?" asked King as they arrived at the entrance of the hospital.

Klaus unbuckled his seatbelt in a hurry. "Gabriel," he muttered as if a prayer, and got out to join his brother's side.

King didn't expect anything different from his mate, and now, respected husband. "Honey, won't you wait for me?" he jested.

Klaus craned his head back down to face King who was still in the car pensively daydreaming. "Come on then, hurry up," he urged.

King chuckled and got out of the car. He rounded the hood and laced his hand into Klaus's without hesitation. They united with the rest of the pack and Bone joined King's side too. They all went directly to Dr. Stone who had called them earlier about the news. When they arrived at the VIP ward, Dr. Stone was waiting behind the glass doors for them. Gabriel entered before any of them and she met his eyes, that were without a doubt, precariously troubled.

Cedric rose from the chair and met Gabriel as well. The three shared a brief conversation before Dr. Stone took them to a private room at the end of the ward. It was secluded and darker here, without a doubt in any of them, that the body had been sent to be taken care of privately.

King looked to his side and found that Klaus had a calm expression of no angst or unease. His mate's emerald eyes seemed only glued onto Gabriel and his siblings. King tightened his hand around Klaus, reassuring him that King watched over him too.

"Are you ready?" Dr. Stone asked Gabriel.

Gabriel turned and looked directly at Klaus who was strong for them all. Klaus stepped up with King and they both went into the vacant room were Robert Centauri laid under a white sheet, on a metal rail in the centre of an empty, dark room. King wasn't expecting too much darkness or the cold, but the temperature was lower than normal and the lights were definitely dimmed more. Dr. Stone went over to the body and lifted the white cloth off of Robert's pale, thin face.

The Centauri siblings all froze when she had done that. They didn't know how to react or behave with their father laid out motionless. Hunter put his hand on Viola's shoulder who had looked away the moment the cloth had come off. She left the room and so did Vincent who followed his sister out of concern. Ryder and River were waiting out of the room too.

Gabriel looked at Dr. Stone. "How long has it been?" he asked.

"Only an hour," she replied. "I believe he passed away in his sleep after he took the pain killers."

"He took the pain killers?" astounded Hunter.

"Yes," Cedric answered for her. "He said that he'd take them for all of you." Cedric's eyes went directly to Klaus, but Klaus hadn't given any indication that he heard or even cared.

"I can keep the body until you arrange his funeral," offered Dr. Stone.

"Thank you," said Gabriel. "We will have his funeral ready in about two weeks."

"Alright," she said. She took the cloth and covered his face again.

They all left the room without looking back. King didn't expect anything different since none of them were close to Robert Centauri. There were no tears; or words of remembrance; not even a simple goodbye. They all solely accepted that the man who had abandoned them years ago was finally gone from their lives. And that was all.

They exited the hospital and it was quite odd for King to see this pack quiet.

King was only quiet because he was exhausted from the long party and now this too. He didn't even get to enjoy his wedding night to the fullest because of Robert's intervention once again.

King looked at Klaus who was silent and definitely sad, despite hating Robert for what he had done. King knew that Klaus was merely upset from seeing a family member die, and not because it was Robert.

"We should head back now," said Gabriel who walked out last with Sabrina holding his hand.

"I think I need a drink," groaned Vincent.

"I need sleep," sighed Viola. "My feet kill and my dress is suffocating me."

"Let's go home," Hailey said taking them to their separate cars together. Azura, River, Ryder all followed too.

King grabbed Klaus's hand, stopping him from following. "What's wrong?" Klaus asked of King.

"We're not going home with them," answered King. "Gabriel, I'm taking Klaus with me."

Gabriel and Sabrina shared a smile. "You two have fun," he wished to them. "I'll see you when you get back."

Klaus looked from Gabriel and King looking genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?" he asked King. "Are we going somewhere?"

King smiled at his mate. "We'll be back in a few weeks," he told Gabriel.

"Alright," he said. Gabriel and Sabrina went to their car and left Klaus to King and Bone on the street alone.

"What are you talking about?" asked Klaus.

"We're making a detour," said King. He took Klaus back to the car. "Bone, take us to the airport."

"Of course," answered Bone who had smiled knowingly.

Bone started the ignition and drove to the airport. The arrived in a matter of time, since there was barely any traffic in the city this late at night. King, Bone were familiar with the airport grounds and Bone was fast to arrange the private jet.

In an hour or so, the pilot and her team had arrived for King's services. Klaus hadn't even realized, when and how, they had boarded a plane to set off into the sky for their honeymoon, which was generously arranged by Marcello Tricomi.

"Have a great trip, you two," wished Bone who was ready to take off as well.

"You're not coming with us?" asked Klaus.

Bone shook his head. "You enjoy your honeymoon together," he said. "I think I'll return to the pack and tend to my roses as I wait for your return."

King and Bone shared a hopeful look. "We'll be back in two weeks," King told him.

Bone nodded. "I'll be here to pick you up when you do," he said.

King and Klaus waved their good-byes and boarded the plane, that was ready to go to the private island in the Bahamas.

"We are ready to set off, Mr. Vitiello," said the flight attendant.

"We're ready too," King said as he eyes Klaus who was sitting across him.

The woman left after she placed champagne for them. The engine started with a blast and was ready to take off into the clouds and night sky.

"You still haven't told me where we're going?" asked Klaus.

"A place where we can be alone," King answered surreptitiously.

"I didn't even pack any clothes for this trip," said Klaus.

"You won't need any," King bemused as his head played a lot of schemes in his head. "I'm not letting you leave the bedroom."

Klaus gaped and his rosy blushed teased King. But he held back and enjoyed a few glasses of champagne with Klaus.

A full two hours went by on the flight towards the Caribbean, when King opened his eyes after resting from the long night. King looked down the small window, below them was just waves of water that was swaying calmly. He expected to see the bright sun and the water glistening under the light, but it was still very dark here on this side of the Caribbean. It was quiet in the plane too; only the slight hum of the engine was constant in the comfortable space of the jet.

King looked over to his mate who was asleep as well. Klaus rested his head back on the plush, leather seat. His suit's jacket was off and so was the tie and vest. King eyed all the layers on the seat next to them, wishing he could've been the one to strip off the layers from his mate.

King was glad that Klaus had calmed since the hospital visit. The tense lines between his brows had lessened and his frown faded as well. He hadn't told much to King about how he felt, but King sensed that Klaus had worked through any sentiments by merely falling asleep for a few hours.

King reached over, his hand skimmed over Klaus's cheek; the soft skin felt divine under his hand. Klaus didn't react nor did he feel King's touch it seemed. So, King didn't stop either. He leaned into Klaus, and very softly, King moved the golden strands from over his forehead. Klaus's hair had disobeyed and fell back in place, which made King smile.

A surge fluttered through King's body as he fell for his mate all over again. When King had witnessed Klaus walk down the aisle, he was dressed finely in the most exquisite suit made from the finest silks, King had lost his breath and his heart. The white against Klaus's refined pearl skin had really exceeded all of King's expectations of what he thought was beautiful in this dismayed world. Klaus's eyes were a glorious green, that could withstand any storm and hadn't shown fear or anxiety.

Neither of them was nervous as they said their vows and the white ribbon was tied onto their fingers. King had seen it all through Klaus's eyes, which were a mirror that held no deception, no lies or evil. That was why the goddess had chosen Klaus to be under her protection, King thought to himself.

King ran his thumb over Klaus's cheekbone, then down to his plush lips. King was glad now that they were alone, with only each other to enjoy their solitude.

The flight attendant appeared looking rather refreshed despite the early sunrise time. "We have arrived, Mr. Vitiello," she had announced.

King looked at her. "Alright," he told her. "Thank you."

"I will see to it that your bags are put into your car," she said politely before she left.

King had done well to tell Bone about the trip before the ceremony. He had prepared clothes, a car and a boat just at the nick of time.

"Klaus," King whispered amiably. "Klaus, we're here." Klaus moaned and turned away from King. "If you don't wake up, I'm going to get daring and maybe a little violent."

Klaus's eyes opened right away. "I wasn't asleep," he said groggily.

"Yeah, sure," King shook his head. Klaus's green, glossy eyes glared at King.

King smirked. "Did you always have a temper?" he astounded.

Klaus couldn't help but smile. "Yes," he jested as he stretched his legs out in front of him. "You can't back out now though."

"Who said anything about backing out," scoffed King. "I'm the perfect man to handle your feisty temper." King leaned over and kissed Klaus. "Now, wake up, buddy. Let's get going."

Eventually, Klaus managed to follow King to their car. He was still fairly asleep, unlike King who was ready to go this fine day.

The weather was slightly chillier at the airport. From the airport, the entire ocean view could be seen, islands from each turn they took had greeted them back. The waves danced as the slight breeze carried the current over the rocky shores. The sky were hues of indigo, Peruvian purple, wild-berry pink and a golden yellow that told them that the sun was slowly mounting the Caribbean.

"Woah!" astounded Klaus who came up beside King. "I can't believe you brought me to the Bahamas."

King smiled too and was impressed with Marcello who was kind enough to arrange this trip. "We should thank Marcello for the idea," he said. "We still have to check out the villa he left for us too."

"Hold on, what's this about Marcello?" puzzled Klaus.

King put his arm around Klaus. "Be patient, there's still more to the surprise," he said.

They left in the car and after a roughly thirty-minute drive, they arrived at the harbour where a sail-boat awaited them and a short man named Pirro. All three of them enjoyed the light waves, cool breeze and salty ocean scent as they were led towards a private section on the sea. In a few moments, a beautiful and secluded island appeared in front of them.

"You have an island," astonished Klaus.

"No," said King. "Marcello lent it to us as a wedding gift."

"That's sweet of him," Klaus sounded impressed and grateful too.

"Very," agreed King.

The boat came to a halt at the end of the island. King and Klaus had gotten off and King had arranged for the boat to return to the island in two weeks. King wished they could've stayed a little longer, but the Centauri pack still had to arrange Robert's funeral, so their time had been cut short as well.

Once they gotten their luggage off the boat. King climbed down onto the wooden platform, only to find himself on a gorgeous and uninhabited island, that was the home to thick forestry, some lizards and parrots of all kinds. Across the sandy beach, he spotted the massive villa made of glass and wood. The lavish villa blended with the palm trees around it and it was as picturesque as the ocean view.

"I'll take the luggage," offered Pirro, as he seized everything to help King and Klaus.

"Should we head inside too?" he baited Klaus, but the man was a bit too innocent to not take notice of the strategy King had played once again.

Pirro had put the luggage at the front door and he handed them a card with his number on it. So, they could contact him if they needed more help. King hand him a wad of cash before Pirro left them with a welcome greeting and kind smile.

The entered the massive doors of the modern villa, that had wide floors made of oak wood with comfortable golden lighting. An enormous kitchen, stainless steel and matching oak features. Everything blended into the white walls and it seemed to be flawless in its smart structure. The first floor had a comfortable sitting are with a fireplace and plasma screen television. King led up the stairs with Klaus in front of him, they both reached the top floor that was even more spacious than the first floor.

Down the long hall were two master bedrooms. One was locked, so they guessed the next one was for them. They both entered the large space and King closed the heavy wooden door. Beyond the threshold was a singular wall made purely from glass, the ocean view was the entire scene out in front of them; it seemed as if they slept just at the shore of the sea.

The sky was still dark, so the room hadn't brightened either. But King was sure that the room in daylight would be even more scenic. The walls were white and so were the long silk drapes that hung around the glass, that led out to a balcony. The massive white bed was clean and simple, just how King preferred it, and there was a massive mirror too. He noticed that Klaus had already opened the large glass wall. Instantly, the room filled with the sound of crashing waves, excited crickets and the delicate cool breeze of the beach.

King put the luggage at the foot of the bed on the seat. He turned to the right and spotted the enormous shower space. There were no walls, just black marble floors and a chrome rain shower-head. There was a large white basin, enough to fit at least four people. King was ready to use that with Klaus.

"King, come look at this!" Klaus shouted from outside.

King walked out after taking off his suit's jacket and leaving it on the couch near the fireplace in the bedroom. He walked out to Klaus who was leaning on the railing of the balcony, looking out to the slow sunrise and soothing waves.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Klaus beamed, as he amazed over the glorious view.

King leaned his shoulder on the glass, but his eyes didn't have time to adore the sunrise or ocean waves. All he saw was the sunlight framing Klaus's exquisite figure, his golden hair shined even brighter. King loved the way when Klaus's skin seemed to absorb the light and shine angelically. He couldn't take his eyes off him.

"Beautiful," whispered King as he admired his mate.

Klaus heard his soft voice and turned towards him. "Why do you think Marcello gifted this trip to us?" he asked curiously.

King closed the space between them, he caged Klaus between his arms. "He probably feels sorry for hurting us," he said nonchalantly because his attention was on something else entirely.

"This is good news then," said Klaus chirpily. "Maybe this means that he's changing, right?"

King titled his head. "Are you really asking me about another man on our honeymoon?" he puzzled as his eyes darkened over Klaus.

Klaus chuckled. "You can't seriously be jealous," he amazed. "I married you, King. What's there to be jealous about?"

King stared at Klaus's lips and he knew that he had an ominous air in them. "I will probably always be overly zealous with anything that concerns you," he said coolly. "So, it'd be better if you'd just get used to it."

Klaus noticed the look in his eyes and knew right away what both of them needed. "We should take a bath first," he suggested.

King froze from kissing Klaus. He sighed and hung his head low. "Fine," he said. "But we make it quick." King turned towards the bathroom.

"Where you going?" asked Klaus.

King noticed the bemusement in Klaus's eyes. "Shower?" he pointed behind him.

Klaus grinned boyishly. "I think the bath is this way," he gestured behind him where the massive ocean rested.

"You've got to be kidding," laughed King.

Klaus scampered down the fleet of stairs connected to the side of the bedroom. As he hurried down, he stripped off the rest of his suit and left a trail on the sand. King followed after his mate who was enthusiastic to get into the welcoming water.

Since the sun had peeked over the horizon, the water gleamed a bright gold as if someone had lit the beach on fire. Melted gold danced around their bodies. King entered the cool water, following Klaus who was deep into the water already. He had dunked his head into water, reminding King of a little kid.

"The water feels great," said Klaus, as he popped back up from under the water. He beamed a smile at King who had entered only until the water reached his waist.

"It sure does," added King. He was glad that Klaus's mood had brightened back up and he was his usual chirpy self again.

Well, now that Klaus had let his guard down and had completely forgotten what a devilish man he married. King submerged into the water, vanishing without a sound and leaving Klaus confused, but unaware too.

Klaus's voice was muffled by the water around King's ears. Through the dense water wall, King locked onto his target whose legs were sloshing back and forth in the water. King was fast to reach Klaus and once he was close enough, he splashed out from underneath the water, surprising Klaus.

"You scared me," he mumbled as he swam to stay afloat.

King ran a hand through his wet hair. "I blame you since you're the one that's avoiding me," he claimed.

"I'm not avoiding you," muttered Klaus as he pouted.

"Oh," King titled his head, his mate's green eyes avoided his. King placed his hand under Klaus's chin and titled this head back, their eyes locked finally. "I'm glad you're enjoying the ocean, but don't you think it's time you enjoyed your mate too."

Klaus's eyes gleamed with a sensual arousal, that was so strong that it hit King like a torpedo. The water was cold against their heated skin, King was almost grateful that they were in the water, otherwise they would have burned from this intense flame of passion.

King wiped the droplets of water off from Klaus's cheek. They were like a tease as they rolled down the smooth skin and King didn't like that something teased him when he couldn't do it himself. King's thirst grew as he eyed Klaus's defenceless lips, which were open for him to steal a taste. Everything was open for King to devour and taint with his mark, which he would spend his entire life doing now.

King bent down and laid his lips onto Klaus; the taste of the sea was nothing in comparison to the sweet ardour of Klaus. King's tongue intertwined with Klaus's, and now, he had grown eager to get more. Both of them, stayed in the water but their limbs had tangled together. King had pulled Klaus closer to him, that even the water couldn't escape through them. But as their kiss grew wilder, King had barely controlled his excitement.

"Inside. Now," he growled against Klaus's lips.

Klaus suddenly slid out of King's grasp, the separation was almost deadly to King. The moment had emerged when King's wolf was ready claim all over again. This sensation was even more intense than the first time he mated with Klaus.

"Catch me if you can," jested Klaus with a chuckle. He speedily submerged into the water and swam away from King.

King let Klaus have the head start because the only place where Klaus was going to end up was underneath him and, on the bed, or any hard surface if King had some control left. In a few seconds, King swam back to shore and followed Klaus back to the room.

They reached the vacant room again.

King cornered Klaus into the locked bedroom and now the real fun had begun. "Caught you," he teased.

"Well, it's not entirely fair since I can't run away," said Klaus who was standing defenceless in the middle of the room.

King crossed the space. His body mere inches apart from Klaus's and there was a surging attraction, like their bodies recognized each other even without a single touch yet. King towered over Klaus and used his height to keep Klaus near him.

"I finally have you all to myself," King whispered. "It's really torture when I can't see you, touch you." Klaus leaned into King's touch as he circled his hand around Klaus's nape. "You're my entire life, Klaus. Forever and always."

Klaus smiled timorously. "After seeing Robert pass away, I learned that I never want to waste a single moment," he said. "I want to share every good, bad, happy or sad moment with you and loving you."

King laid his forehead against Klaus's. "I love you," he whispered gently.

Klaus suddenly froze in King's arms. King looked down and saw that Klaus was looking behind King now, he slightly turned and saw that they stood in front of the long mirror. King knew right away why Klaus had frozen up when he saw the change on King's nape. Klaus reached his hand over King's neck and skimmed his fingers across his nape.

"Is that for real?" asked Klaus who hadn't even blinked yet.

King smiled softly. "Yes, it is," he replied. "I got it done before the wedding."

Klaus's eyes softened and he looked endearingly sweet. "You got my name tattooed under the angel wings," he astounded.

King chuckled. "I know how much you like those wings on my nape," he circled his arms around Klaus's waist. "Who would've thought that the angel I got on my body as a mockery to faith would end up representing my mate."

"Why didn't you tell me?" asked Klaus.

"I wanted to surprise you," King said lazily.

Klaus ran his delicate fingers over the angel wings then over to his name. King brought Klaus's attention back towards him. The need inside King consumed his entire being to claim his mate and possess him for all eternity. King slowly guided Klaus (who was still mildly distracted by the tattoo) towards the inviting bed.

Klaus woke up first. Despite the hectic night, he would've expected to stay asleep for the whole day. But it seemed a few hours was all he needed to feel refreshed again.

He opened his eyes only to be surprised again. The bright blue sky stretched all the way over to the horizon, the sun was brimming high up in the sky and the ocean dazzled like diamonds. He lifted his head and relished the amazing view, that was a gift to wake up to.

Klaus looked to his side, where King was asleep on his stomach, no pillow and merely resting peacefully. The light white sheet was pulled up on both of them, covering their bare waists. The sun was strong, as it beamed through the glass walls and onto the bed. King didn't seem to mind the sun, he appeared dead to the world at the moment. Klaus didn't know how King had so much stamina to keep going all night.

They hadn't fallen asleep, until Klaus had finally collapsed in defeat. King merely laughed and pulled the sheets over them before they had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Klaus turned to his side and faced King, who was now his husband. The night couldn't be more surreal, although the news of Robert had weighed down on Klaus's heart. But King knew how to bring Klaus back to feel his usual self.

Klaus smiled at his mate. "You're remarkable," he whispered. He ran his fingers through King's soft black hair, and then trailed over to the angelic tattoo underneath his nape.

The dark black wings that marred his bronzed skin were majestic and bold, just like King. But underneath, there was soft cursive lettering that spelled his name; it was elegant despite the robust and tough skin it had been inked onto. He couldn't believe no matter how long he stared at the tattoo if it was real or not. Even last night, Klaus had left his mark over it merely out of fun. Well, that's what King thought. But to Klaus, the carnal possession that drove him to mark King was indescribable. Klaus wondered if it would feel this way all his life? But considering, King's abundant sexual appetite then Klaus was sure that they would crave each other the same way in thirty years as they do now.

Klaus got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He took the luggage and put it on the massive emerald green counter. He opened the bag and saw his clothes neatly stacked with King's as well. Other supplies were in it as well and it was neatly organized- there was even a camera. Bone really worked his magic to arrange all this for them. Klaus decided to buy Bone a cute souvenir, maybe he would buy everyone something from the island. But to do that, they'd have to go back to the city area for some shopping.

As Klaus brushed his teeth, shaved and took a shower under the very cool shower head, which resembled rain, he wondered if there was even any food here. Klaus put on white shorts and a matching t-shirt as he went to explore the house, since they didn't get to see much last night.

Klaus made it down the long wooden staircase and found himself standing in the massive lounge area, that had no walls, and only glass windows- the breeze from the island was all he felt in the expansive space. He spotted a kitchen on the left and then on the right, he saw a slide-glass door that opened wide for sure. Klaus quickly pulled them apart and walked onto the wooden porch, that displayed the other side of the island. The ocean was enormous and it was all he could see from here. There were a ton of lounge chairs spread out evenly and umbrellas that weren't opened yet. This was a nice place to share some cocktails or lunch.

Klaus stretched his sore limbs under the bright sun. He really could get used to this luxury of the island. He thought about how Leo, Dante, Jake, Levi, John would all enjoy the island too. Klaus's siblings were no less either to enjoy such a place.

"I'm going to rub it in when I get back," Klaus spoke aloud as he schemed playfully.

Klaus left the doors open and went to the kitchen next. He opened the fridge and only saw empty cupboards and drawers. There was no food or drinks; only bottles of water. Klaus guessed that they'd have to go back to the city now.

Klaus looked over to the wide staircase and found King lazily walking down. He looked fresh out of the shower, his dark hair wet and hung over his electric blue eyes. He had white slacks on, his hands tucked into the pockets and a matching white shirt, that wasn't buttoned up. King's toned abdomen was exposed and so were the dark and devilish tattoos. King crossed the distance between them, he came right over to Klaus. He stood directly under the beaming light of the sun, his wet skin slightly glistened and he looked reinvigorated once again.

"I'm surprised you can walk after what we did last night," King's voice grabbed Klaus's attention.

"Huh?" Klaus didn't hear King.

King smirked, his white teeth gleamed brightly. "I'm worried for your body," he repeated. "Are you feeling sore at all?"

Klaus blinked a few times before he finally snapped out of his bashful trance. "I'm fine," he replied.

King leaned against the counter, the shirt shifted and showed more of his body. He didn't seem bothered, but Klaus was always surprised seeing King's incredible physique. "What are you even doing here?" King asked. "I thought you'd be outside by now."

Klaus looked out to the ocean. "I wanted to go for a swim after we ate breakfast," he said, but then he eyed the clock; "Well, eat some lunch. But we have no food in the house."

"There's nothing in the house?" asked King.

"No," said Klaus. "We'll have to go back to the city and get some food. I want to buy souvenirs too."

King nodded. "I'll call Pirro to pick us up," he took out his cellphone and called Pirro to arrange a ride back to the city for their local shopping expedition.

"Should we take a swim before Pirro arrives?" he asked King.

King slipped the phone after he was done on the call into his pocket. "I'm quite hungry," said King.

"I am too. But don't worry, I will cook you something once we return," reassured Klaus.

King straightened to his height, leaned over and stood in front of Klaus. In a low, sensual tone, he whispered hotly; "I meant that I'm hungry for you, right now," his voice shivered down Klaus's body.

A jolt of arousal, that they both sensed bloomed like wildfire. King pinned Klaus back against the wall, his thigh brushed between Klaus's legs and locked him to the wall and underneath King's control.

King ran his hand through Klaus's clean hair and tilted his head back to receive the fiery, deep kiss. His lips moved over Klaus's in a hungry need to devour. Klaus's heart hammered in his chest was he deepened the kiss for King. His stomach quivered and the hot tremor had painfully aroused his body, even despite having sex all night, it seemed it wasn't enough.

Klaus put his hands through King's opened shirt and touched the flaming hot and rough skin of his mate. King released a dark groan when Klaus's hands were cold against his hot skin. But Klaus was having too much fun feeling King under his hands to stop.

They both grew a bit too eager and crashed against the side vase. Both of them froze when they heard the loud bang and the glass shattered across the floor.

Klaus started to laugh. "Er- is Marcello going to kill us?" he asked.

King rolled his eyes at the whole situation and got back to kissing Klaus down his neck. "Just leave it," he said.

Klaus pushed at the man's stubborn shoulders. "Get me a bag," he instructed as he bent to the floor and cleaned up the mess. King finally found a bag after searching all the cupboards and handed it to Klaus.

They managed to clean the mess before Pirro arrived. King and Klaus boarded the sail-boat and Pirro turned to them. "I will warn you to stay out of the west side of the town," said Pirro over the boat's engine. "There are a few dangerous local thugs that are stationed there. So, please be careful."

"We will be careful, Pirro," said Klaus.

The short, kind man escorted them back to the city and to the local grocery street, that was busy on this fine morning. Locals and foreigners like them were bustling around the stalls for fresh fruit, meat and exotic spices, which made Klaus beyond excited to cook for King and himself.

There were at the end of market, with all their bags in their hands. Klaus was smart to take the camera with him as well. He was able to take a lot of pictures and he even bought a notebook to make a good album from this trip.

King had left to get them some beer from the local alcohol store too. But King hadn't come back in the fifteen minutes Klaus gave him. Klaus wondered if King got lost, but that wasn't King's style at all. Klaus didn't like that he couldn't see King anywhere. A sickening dread filled his stomach and he knew something was right about this at all.

Klaus called Pirro who was quick to find Klaus beside the large mango stalls. Klaus handed Pirro the bags and told the man to take them to the boat. Klaus didn't want Pirro to worry, so he sent the man off without telling him that King was probably in danger.

Klaus remembered that Pirro warned them of the west side, so that was where Klaus made his way towards. Klaus took out his cellphone and tried calling, but the reception was bad here, unlike on the island.

He had neared the secluded alleyways, away from the rushing noises of the markets. All the voices faded and he was starting to see some men sitting around smoking and playing cards, it didn't seem that abnormal, but the guns on the table had flipped this situation into something much more dangerous.

Klaus was at a loss for not seeing King anywhere. He wondered if King was even here or not. Klaus was about to leave, when a sharp jolt shot up his spine right into his heart. This sharp pain warned him that King was close and in danger too.

Klaus had turned onto the last long street, where the houses were more demolished and empty from any proof of residence. From the far corner alley, he heard muffled voices and groans. Klaus ran up to the alley and saw his mate.

"King!" Klaus shouted in shock.

King looked up from the floor, his lip bleeding and a bruise was starting to colour his left cheek bone. "I knew you'd find me," he chuckled as he limped back on the floor.

"Who are you people?" Klaus asked angrily.

"King Vitiello killed our boss last year," announced a guy with a bald head and there was a dragon tattoo on it.

Klaus looked at King who was sitting down looking rather unimpressed. "Who'd you kill?" he asked from his mate.

"I don't know," said King. "I killed a lot of bastards before my reformed days with you." King winked at Klaus.

Klaus looked at the thugs. "Okay, let's just all calm down before you get hurt," he warned.

"Hurt?" scoffed the younger, skinnier guy. "There's six of us and two of you. You're the ones getting hurt."

Klaus rolled his eyes and looked at King. "Are you okay?" he examined King's face that had gotten the hard knuckles from the big scary guy.

"You can kiss it better," suggested King.

"You'll be fine," prompted Klaus. "I don't think it'll bruise that badly either."

"Worried for my pretty face, baby," jested King.

"Always," said Klaus rigidly making King stern from sensing Klaus's worry and anxiousness.

King put his hand on Klaus's cheek. "I'm fine," said King looking into Klaus's eyes.

"What the fuck are you two doing?" The bald guy astounded. "We'll kill you if you don't cooperate. First, give us all your money."

King rolled his eyes. "I was having a moment," he glared at the guy and got to his feet. "My mate is very tired from the long day and frankly so am I. So-" King stepped up- "let's finish this. Shall we?"

This brawl wasn't much of a fight with Klaus and King on one side. Like the night in the alley when they first met, no one stood a chance against them.

"It's kind of romantic," shared Klaus, as he shook off the trivial burn from his bruised knuckles. "We met like this."

King looked at his own bloody knuckles, like it was a hindrance and not an injury. "Very romantic indeed," he grinned rakishly. "I had to swoop in and save my prince."

Klaus chuckled as he stepped over the lanky thug. "I never thought you'd call yourself a knight in shining armour," he teased.

King stepped in front of Klaus. "Who said anything about a knight," he whispered softly. "I'm the villain in your book, remember?" King kissed Klaus hungrily and with full dark passion, like he always managed to do.

They both returned to the boat, where Pirro had a panic attack and told them never to go to the west side ever again. Pirro helped Klaus clean up the cut on King's lip and their bruised knuckles.

"Let's go to a different market next time," suggested Pirro.

Klaus and King shared a secret smile, because they were pretty sure there was going to be someone who hated them there too.

They enjoyed the ride back to the island.

Klaus managed to make lunch and they enjoyed it on the beach near the shore of the ocean. Klaus took as many pictures as he could; King was a bit shy to take any, but Klaus forced it and secretly took how many he wanted. Klaus even sent a few pictures in the group chat with his family, so they'd see the amazing view too.

King and Klaus ended their day by enjoying the hammock strung between two strong palm trees. Under the starry night, the waves of the sea pushing and pulling, lulled them to sleep after the long day. Klaus hadn't even realized when King had taken him back to the bedroom, only to be embraced and marked by him all over again.