The Emperor of the Wizard Kind is known to be the most powerful being who have walked on this mortal realm so far. In his guidance and fair, just ruling, wizards are now the most thriving species in their whole planet and his reign is only widening through his lineage and passed on heritage.

Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat slowly blinks his eyes, and let the nature sooth his mage thirst.

He has promised his wife, he would not shift to war unless he has no other choice to protect his people. How can he make his wife - The Protector of Everything Innocent, that sometimes the easiest and effective way to keep peace is... ironically war?

Life is not a linear path and what goes will surely come around... but apparently, for his wife, life is so precious.

Of course, it is precious. That is why we take that away from people who do not deserve it.

Mew takes a deep sigh.

He does not want to sleep alone today. So, he better stand here and watch his son play with his new rescue animal.

So much like his mother - Mew smiles.

Who would even believe, the Crown Prince of Galodhikkeera would sit on mud, share his lunch with a rescued Harn animal?

Mew's smile morph into a wide grin when the cub mimics his son, and chow down its food from the bowl.

So like his mother.

Kind and empathetic.

Strong and fierce.

Loyal and just.

Powerful and humble.

No Gods or Goddesses have blessed Mew that kindly except his wife, Gulf Kanawut. He has blessed Mew with his lineage continuation. Not once or twice but thrice and not only that, he gave him another three beautiful kids through his heart.

Mew rubs his chest which aches with love.

His Gulf.

How can he ever show him how grateful he is for these blessings?!

And like any stupid mortal who is unaware of the Gods' blessing, Mew spat first, cursed and hurt his Goddess... blinded with hunger for power.

Mew gulps.

He had pointed his sword to his unborn child; Thorn's head... when he was in his mom's tummy.

Mew winces at the pain the memory brings.

His little son... his son's mother...

Mew heart aches badly and his eyes opens his soul.

His child.

Giggles like rain on river falls on his ears and Mew closes his eyes quickly.

"... and I ran away with it... hehe and the priest ran after me... "N'Gulf do not run, do not run"... am I listening? No... like I said, "Bubbaa... we love pretty leaves too..." hehe and... I hid them in the basket outside..."

Mew has no idea what his wife is babbling nonstop about but he wants to kill everyone who is listening to that beautiful music... that voice, sound, laughter, happiness... all belongs to Mew.

"P'MEWWW!!!" His wife excitedly squeaks and the Emperor forgets what he has been thinking of. "Do you have any idea what we did today?"

Mew smiles, holding his wife close and pecking that beautiful head numerous times. "Picking fights with temple priests, hiding merit sweets and then giving them to young baby monks, pet a few animals, playing hide and seek with the temple guards trying to adopt the baby animals... hmmm... what else?"

Gulf pouts. "That Keekut was pretty, Daddy... and was crying."

Mew squeezes his wife to his body. God, only a few hours and how miserably he has missed his Love.

Gulf frowns inside Mew's arms and gently rubs the strong chest. "Daddy what were you thinking about?"

"Nothing, Tua-eng. Was missing you so bad." Mew takes a deep sniff of Gulf's hair.

Gulf struggles in Mew's arms until his hubby loosens his hold. With a gentle and polite smile, Gulf disperses his valets and friends with a promise of joining them the next day for afternoon tea, ushering them out of the Sun Room.

The door closes gently and Mew stares at his beautiful wife as if he is seeing this ethereal being for the first time.

"P'Mew... you have been... hurting."

"I am fine... I..."

"What happened?" Gulf gently places Mew's head on his chest, rubbing the tight, stressed back with his slender fingers.

"Bright's message is here. Y-8 is still not responding. The captives are still in the cave. He demands a war."

Gulf sighs. "And..."

"It has been two weeks and Win is there alone. Bright is still focused on his people."

"Mmmhmmm..." Gulf kisses his hubby's forehead.

"Why is he not with his wife? Our son? Is he all that means to Bright? Someone he can ignore? I am telling you, wife... My son needs to come home." Mew grumbles. "I mean it's been more than a month and Win is not coming here because Bright is tangled with this negotiation..."

Gulf hums.

"What if Win is hurting?" Mew finally says.

Gulf shakes his head.

"He is happy and he actually needs to be there, Daddy. Our little son is the Queen of Jathyos now. Shouldn't he be there in his husband's absence?"

"No. He should be here. With us." Mew dramatically rolls his head on his wife's chest.

Gulf giggles. "He will come home sooner. Before you even know. Now tell me what got you all worried."

Mew gulps.

"Are you thinking of the past, again? Are you getting..." Gulf always knows his hubby and how he slips into past, getting anxious episodes.

"I... uh... is fine."

"Good. Let us go to the healer. Remember what she said."

Mew groans but nods quickly when his wife clutches his hair- that hurts and will turn him bald one day and Gulf be sorry then.

But not today.

Today he pouts and follows his wife who is yanking his right hand.

The pleasantries are so unpleasantly over and the Psyche Healer is now staring down at him while he refuses to talk.

"Well..."

His wife pinches his thigh and Mew starts talking. "I did my wife wrong and my son."

The healer nods, taking a quill.

"I drew my sword on... on..." Mew's throat clogs up and he knows his Gulfie is trying hard not to talk. The healer says he needs to practice saying these things loud.

The wait is excruciating. Ferek!!! He is the Emperor! He is feared by all and he does not fear anything.

He can say this aloud. He has done it the last time... a year ago. He can do now.

"I drew..." Mew's voice fades to nothing.

Ferek!!! Come on!!!

Gulf tugs on his hand with a gentle smile, the chocolate pools staring deep into his soul.

He is here. Gulf is here. With him and he is happy.

This is just a painful memory. Nothing else. It can do nothing to him or his gorgeous happy wife or his family.

Just a ghost of some bad times in his life.

"I drew my sword to my pregnant wife's belly, trying to kill my unborn son. I was scared of losing my power and made the worst mistake in my fereking whole life."

Gulf pecks Mew's cheek and drops his head on his hubby's chest.

"But you did not make that mistake, King." The healer is still scribbling. "The mistake did not happen."

"Because... because... Hayser - my sword could not hurt my blood. Thorn is my son. I did not know but... Hayser..."

The healer drops her quill back into the pot. "You murdered your father with the same sword, My Liege. Blood is the same."

"Is different..." Mew scowls.

"How?"

Mew fists his palm. "Is different... because it was in a war and he was destroying my people."

The healer blinks, all knowing and Mew hates her with every fibre of his being but she thrives in it. His hate is apparently what heals him and his wife agrees.

"You started that war. You chose to stand against him. You used your sword to murder him and casted spells to keep his soul from leaving. For over two years you kept him in the purgatory of Nyx and then carefully crafted a natural but disease filled 'death'."

Mew's eyes turn green and the pupils narrows down to black dots.

"My Liege, you could have followed him and do whatever it takes for him to die of natural cause but no... you went ahead and challenged him, created a coup with your trustworthy people and..."

"SILENCE" Mew screams. "It is different!"

The healer nods with a bow. "Yet, here he is. Your wife and your son... I assume, Crown Prince is in the Animal Keep?"

Mew takes deep breaths.

"The worst mistake. You did not do it, Just Ruler. You behaved irrationally and cruelly but you did not commit that mistake. They are both alive and, in your life; utterly happy and content."

Mew gulps and looks down at his wife's soft hair tickling his chin.

"You did not go through with it because you always have keen sense of justice and honour. You felt threatened and you retaliated. You had every reason to believe they were after you and your subjects."

Mew's head is fuzzy and he hugs his Gulf tighter.

"Aaand..." The healer smiles. "Your mistakes or we should call them what they actually are... your irrational fears - they will not follow your sons. I know you are afraid of that. They are false alarms, my Liege. None of your sons or family will be punished for anything you have ever done."

Mew sits there dumbfounded and how she picked the hurting needle right from the aching wound.

"Your sons' destiny is not your choice but theirs, My Liege. May I ask you what triggered you?"

"Win is left alone at his castle. I think they are not in good terms and my son is suffering. He needs to come home to me. He has me. He does not need anybody else. I will keep him safe. He has his mothers and brothers here. He is not alone and he does not have to be alone ever."

"Extrapolating and projecting, My Liege." The healer hands him a flower to hold. The healer smiles when the angry King holds it so gently. "Your son-in-law cares and loves your son so much and he is not using an excuse to stay away from him. You have done it to your wife and you are now afraid that your son will go through the same. They are very much in love and your son knows he has a home with his parents - you. He knows he is never alone."

Mew grumbles.

"But if it is causing you this much distress, please talk to them. There is nothing to be shameful to let them know you are missing your son and grandson and is thinking nonsense."

"I am not missing anyone. I just know my Win and my Matt needs to come home." Mew scowls.

"You know it because you miss them so much. That is all, My Liege. You can always communicate to them. How are you feeling now?" The healer takes back the flower, puts it back to the vase, handing the sour Grandfather a glass of chilled water.

"I feel stupid." Mew scowls.

"Good. Then my work here is done for today." The therapist bows at the Royal Couple and blushes when the Empress slowly and elegantly kneels in front of his husband.

She sashays out of there with a muffled laughter. Some healing... only a beloved can do.

"I hate her, Tua-eng!"

She rolls her eyes. "Stupid grandfathers should open their big mouth and talk to their kids."

"I HEARD THAT!!!" Mew screams and that is when she starts running.

His wife starts giggling and Mew ruffles Gulf's head on his thigh. "Why you pick people who blatantly disrespects me? Huh?"

Gulf blinks. "Disrespects? No... Far from it, My Master. But cower in front you? No... they won't."

Mew's eyes flash. "Tua-eng..."

Gulf gracefully pulls back from the hand which reaches for his neck and stands up, shedding his Royal Robes and attires as he takes small steps backward.

"Let me cage you, My Liege..."

And thence the hunt begins.

"I will tie you up and hurt you bad, Wolf!!! You answer my question right now!!!" Type is this close to murdering this sorry asshole of a hot man.

What?

No!

Whatever!

Ugh!

"Dinner?"

"No."

"Lunch?"

"No."

"Uggggh There gotta be something you want."

"Not anything you have said so far." Tharn chuckles, taking Type's books with him.

"Fine! I will let you... see how I conjure."

"Tempting but no."

"What the fuck, Tharn?! You wanted it too much before."

"Still want it, my pretty Kitten but... this is not a fair trade. I saved your life. Did not report you insubordination. Did not punish you. Covered your ass in front of your team... mate."

"Asshole! Do not call me that." This time Type does smack Tharn's head hard before rushing off to his class.

"Aw... it hurt, Taiiii... Your books..."

Type comes back with angry stomps and smacks Tharn's head again. "Name is Type! Type Thiwat! You cut my name off, I will cut your dick off!!!"

Type spits and goes back just the way he has come like a hurricane.

"Babe... take your books too to the clas..."

"Bring to my desk!" Type gives a curt reply, showing him the finger and disappears behind the pillar.

Tharn covers half of his face with his palm because he cannot handle the cuteness. "Oh, Tai... Babe, why are you so adorable?!"

The angry scowl and a swat to his hand is worth the walk to the Necromancy class.

Sigh!

Why can't they have all the classes together? Maybe he should take a necromancy class and beg Type to become his tutor.

But Type will kill him.

So what? Type can see his soul. That will be enough.

Oh, Tharn. You are so deep in shit, that even death sounds like a plausible option to be with his beloved all the time.

Tharn could not hide his smile if he tried.

People notice the bright smile, ducked head, the small kicks to all the stones on the way and frequent covering of his own face when he himself notices he is smiling too big.

This is not just a crush, is it?

It is not that scary to admit now - Tharn thinks with a deep sigh.

He squints when he sees a girl whimpers, drops her books to the floor and runs off crying; all her friends glaring at him for a moment before rushing after her.

Tharn loses his mind when the incident is repeated a few times on his way to his own academic block.

"What the heck is wrong with people today? Today is a bright beautiful day." Tharn mumbles before jumping on top of Max. "Want to go to Asban's? I will pay..."

"Uhhh... want me as a bait?" Max looks at him suspiciously.

"What? No..." Tharn laughs.

"uh... You killed someone and you want me to cover your ass from Top Management."

"No!!!" Tharn rolls his eyes.

"Moms gonna whoop your ass?"

"What the fuck, Maxie? You wanna come or not?" Tharn kicks Max's stomach.

"I wanna know what the catch is..."

"No catch. Why can't I? Dad threw me some money yesterday." Tharn shrugs.

"Yeah. He gave me too. For not flunking the class this sem." Max pats his pocket.

"Na... he says so. Mama Mi and Dad got Papa's secret chocolate stash. They had to disperse it between us, so we would not snitch." Tharn yawns.

"No way!!! Where was it?"

"I do not know. P'San got it. Shared with Top Management before telling it was Papa's and now they gotta bribe us to keep all of us happy."

"Neat!" Max jumps. "Can we get girls at Asban?"

"You get, I pay. I do not want." Tharn kisses Max's cheek before going to his class whistling a cheeky romantic song.

"Huh. That is not my brother, is it?" Max squints. He sees Tharn skipping a bit. "So long brother. But who would bewitch Tharn?"

Max shrugs.

Looks like his brother and is a lot nicer.

As long as Top Management does not find about someone swapping Tharn's place, Max is good.

So, he goes his merry way to bunk the next boring class.

Tharn pretends not to see Type's wiggles and stares.

"Asshole..."

Tharn bites his lips but Type fumes because he can see the asshole smiling.

"Last chance. You tell me what you want now or you can kiss my ass goodbye."

"That." Tharn states conversationally. "I wanna kiss your ass but not as goodbye... as a lover."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!!"

"You know what I am talking about. Do not pretend you do not know what I really want."

Type looks away with an angry pout.

"I want you. As a lover. In my bed. All night long, I am gonna fuck you. You are going to let me. No drama... nothing. You be my faen. But you are all big talk and it won't happen. So, I do not ask." Tharn stands up with a sigh, closing the book he has been marking.

Type shows him a middle finger.

"I will start with that and you are going to let yourself go... enjoy it and then I will give you the real deal. Agree?"

Type twists his face away with an angry huff.

"Since I clearly know your answer, why don't you stop asking what I want and let us leave this behind us."

Tharn ruffles Type's fluffy head and walks out with a whistle.

"As... asshole!" Type whispers but blushes bright red thinking about the stuff the crazy man just blabbered. "Fire in Ba's dick!!! Angry cunt of..."

"Woah... woah, Mister." Champ comes covering Techno's ears and Type fumes some more. "We have stupid heads here." Champ points to Techno with his eyes.

"FUCK YOU BOTH!!!" Type takes his books and runs out.

"What the hell happened to him?" Techno pouts, shrugging off Champ's hands.

It's been days and...

Type yanks his hair and turns around, walking back to the dorm but groans and turns back again with a whine.

"Get out of my head, Wolf." Type complains to nobody and scratches his head. "This is too risky, Type and you do not do this stuff. Why are you thinking about it?"

Type gives his face two hard slaps and takes a deep breath.

"I do not want this and I do not care if he wants it. We are gonna ignore this, go back and sleep. Yeah. It is too early today anyways."

Type fists his palms and walk back.

"Stupid Wolf! What games are he playing? As if!!!"

But his heart aches, his body responds and he knows he wants to... know what it... would be.

Not that much but a little.

Come on!

What is he afraid of!!!

He can take this one chance and know what it actually feels like... What 'he' feels like.

Type blushes some more but with a final push to his small curiosity, he finally stomps to Tharn's cabin.

One day this curiosity will land him in shit load of trouble.

Type gently groans, leaning to Tharn's door but rolls his eyes, throwing his head back, when it opens gently.

"Asshole still do not lock his door!!!, Mahskhin!!!"

Nobody makes Type a crude Necromancer more than this Wizard Prince.

Oh, the irony!

The said man is sleeping on his stomach, snoring away... his legs tangled in white sheet and the upper body gorgeously naked.

Disgustingly!

Type meant disgustingly.

"Wake up!" Type scolds the sleeping man for making him wait. "Wake the fuck up!!!"

Tharn snorts, wiggles, hugs his pillow before snoring again. "Five mo..."

"Five more, your ugly ass!!! Wake up shithead!!!" Type has no idea why he is getting angry. Asshole is sleeping so soundly when he disturbed Type's sleep all night yesterday. First he could not go to sleep because of everything this dickhead said and in dreams...

Type woke up with a painful need to... to...

Type kicks Tharn's butt. "Wake up!!!"

"What!!!" Tharn jumps up perplexed and falls back to bed with a deep whine. "Kiiiitteen... Stop being mean. Come here!"

Tharn pulls the package in Type's hand, drops it on the floor and takes the angry huffing Kitten with him to cuddle on the bed.

"What the fuck! Asshole. Let me go!"

"You should know better than to prance into a sleeping man's chamber... when that man is me..." Tharn's sleep filled raspy voice reverberates up Type's spine and the poor boy goes to hell and back.

"Then you should know not to mess with me." Type knees Tharn's stomach hard, trying to roll away but dammit! Puppy is so strong.

Fine!

Wanna play this way? Let us play!

Type straddles Tharn's stomach and starts slapping him across his face left and right.

"UP! (slap) Up! (slap) Wake up!!! (slap) Wake up!!! (slap) Up..."

"AW!!! Awwwww!!! St... sto... st... Aww" Tharn cannot believe Type is doing this to him. "I am up!!! I AM UPPPP!!!"

Tharn covers his face, screaming 'yield' and Type gets off from the whining man with a giggle. "Do not mess with me!"

"Nunotmwesswtihmyeee..." Tharn mocks Type with a low shrilly voice before going to brush his teeth with a grumpy face.

"WHAT WAS IT!" Type screams, rushing after Tharn but the man locks the door just in time.

"Nothing, darling. I gotta pee."

Type huffs and thinks about poisoning the food he has brought for this major pain the ass.

There goes Type blushing and puffing!

"What is the occasion?" Tharn wiggles his jaw, thankfully Type has not broken his bones then it will be pain, literally.

"I made extra and thought of dumbing it." Type pushes his signature breakfast dish, braided bun with stuffed elk to Tharn.

"How romantic my darl... Oh my... mmmm". Tharn moans into the bites, his eye balls popping out of the socket. "Mmmm..."

Type wiggles in his seat and clears his throat.

"Why have you never made me this before?! Soooo... Yummmm..." Tharn takes another large bite. "Mymmphmama mhake..."

"Stop talking with food in your mouth and eat!!!" Type scolds and hands over the bubbled boba iced tea to Tharn and there he goes moaning again.

"You are scary as Mama Mi when you scold!" Tharn pouts, slurping the sweet concoction. "Mama makes the best elk there is and this will make him run for his money."

Type quickly takes a sip of his own tea. "Mama Mi?"

"No. Mama Kana. Mama Mi makes best joho. You will like it."

"I really do not get your family. How many mothers and how many fathers?" Type asks and Tharn laughs.

"Yeah... we get that a lot; well from people who know us. Mama Mi married Papa Siwat and had Max, P'San... Mama Kana married Dad Mew and had P'Thorn, me and Thanya. We have another brother, oldest of us... P'Win. He joined our family late."

Type frowns.

"How can he join later if he is the oldest. He was born before all of you."

Tharn sighs.

"Because he was born biologically to another family. It took him sometime to reach us. Thankfully he got back before I was born or I would have been really mad."

"Oh." Type stirs his congee pot slowly.

"You can ask. I won't be mad." Type shrugs and Tharn takes Type's hand smiling. "Ask, darling."

"So he is..." Type sputters a little.

"Yes, he is adopted but we do not like talking like that. It feels so weird. Because... I cannot explain."

Type nods.

"Well, then he got married and is with his stupid husband. Forgot all about us."

"He did?" Type blinks.

"Naaa." Tharn laughs. "He stays with us as much as he stays there. He is a mother now." Tharn's face blooms. "Little Matt. A little thing but be careful, he is already building his army. Daddy Mew will stab for him for the time being. Coz Matt cannot lift a spoon just yet."

Type chuckles. "How old is he?"

"I do not know... How would I know? Has no tooth yet and has wobbly squishy legs. I can put his foot behind his little head."

"You can what?!!!" Type squeaks.

"Oh, chill. He likes it. Giggles and farts like a storm when I do that."

Type rolls his eyes and watches Tharn stealing his congee.

"Kitten, you cook really good fo..."

"Have sex with me." Type crosses his hands over his chest, making up his mind.

Tharn spits all the congee in his mouth, gratefully to the side, coughing and smacking his chest.

Type gets a bit worried when the man starts heaving his chest and he quickly takes a bottle of water and presses to Tharn's lips.

"Drink. Breath slowly. Do not talk." Type gives two hard smacks on Tharn's back until the erratic breath turns normal.

"C... come again?" Tharn sips the water slowly and stares at Type.

"Sleep with me. Have sex with me. Were you joking about wanting it?"

This time Tharn takes his time and slowly drink making Type wait and fume.

"I do not joke about that. I want."

"Good. Fix a date and call." Type says casually and digs into his breakfast but Tharn can see the shaking fingers and dilated pupils.

Cute!

"I will. Who fucks who?" Tharn licks his lips and Type blushes.

"You fuck me. I do not want to do anything with this. I do not want to owe you. That's it. Do whatever."

"Good. Coz, I wanna cum inside you."

Type ducks his head and shoves the whole spoon of corn into his mouth but he nods.

"It is fixed then?" Tharn confirms.

Type nods his head.

"Kitten, words."

"Yes. It is fixed. You fuck me. I lie down or... whatever."

"Good." Tharn says as if they are discussing weather. Or he will end up screaming and pick up Type and swirl.

And you know how it will end... with Type's Katana sticking out of Tharn's stomach. And Tharn is not dying until he is this close to giving his heart what it has been aching for.

"You bring the stuff. I won't." Type adds and Tharn nods.

"Yeah. I have my... what do you call it... Preferences. I will pick." Tharn dips his finger into the honey pot and sucks it with a small smacking voice.

This time Type cannot hide his blushing face and angry shy features if he tried.

Tharn smirks and goes back to the delicious delicacies as if he is not a mess inside.

"Kitten rides Puppy"
Tharn chuckles remembering that one time when he got his Kitten drunk out of his mind.