Do not hate me, please. Will edit later.

I am sorry for... not updating sooner.

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Tharn is staring at Type like he is blind for anyone else. His smooth glides, his grunts when he exerts too much force on his opponents and of course, little mewls of disappoints when his opponent moves to defence instead of offence, like Type wants him to.

His Kitten loves to fight.

"KAR!!!" The umpire shouts when the opponent goes down knocked out and raises Type's right arm.

"Not good enough." Their trainer whispers beside Tharn and it takes everything in him not to shout at that man to challenge Type in the ring. Type will eat him alive and spit him out.

But of course, Tharn can see the mistakes as well. Type could have finished the opponent off five moves before, if he hadn't doubted his own strength.

'Not a word' Type mouths to Tharn and goes to the Warriors Den... Tharn following him with a smirk.

"Yeah yeah... I know... do not start teaching me now." Type scowls and Tharn raises his hands.

"I did not say anything." Tharn pouts.

"You need to trust yourself, Type... you are stronger than you think, Type... Yeah, you could have struck his knees on the third move Type... you should not have..."

Rest of Type's ramblings fades away in the sound of shower and Tharn chuckles outside the curtain.

"Well, you do not need my notes, then. You know where you went wro... less right." Tharn amends when Type glares at him, through the curtain.

"I told you... this is not my scene. You do not let me fight my way." Tharn smiles at Type's little whining.

"He is no competition if you fight your way, Tyyy baby... And you already are excellent in speed. You need power and this is the best to remove your insecurity. You are bloody strong, Kitten."

"I know it!"

"Do you?" Tharn asks, licking his lips when Type comes out clutching his tunic.

"Stop gawking." Type mewls, blushing.

"I cannot wait for tomorrow..." Tharn sniffs the back of Type's neck, shamelessly groping everywhere he can touch on wiggling Type.

"What is tomorrow?" Type fakes nonchalance.

"Tomorrow I am going to fuck you raw, make you scream my name, and wet the sheets with your sweet jui..."

Type smacks Tharn with his towel. "Shut up!"

"Well, you asked... so ready for tomorrow?"

"Is whatever." Type shrugs.

But Tharn can read Type like a day. The nervousness, the blush, the slight gulp and fluttering eyelashes...

Tharn smiles against Type's skin. "What is it, Kitten? First time?"

"Yeah, first time in..." Type fakes looking at a clock. "...in two hours. Ohh too long without sex."

Tharn growls and pins Type to the wall with his hand wrapped around Type's pretty neck.

He gives a not-so-gentle squeeze and Type's eyes dips to ground, his legs crossing in arousal.

"Wanna say that again?" Tharn rasps.

"Let go." Type wiggles but he knows he is not going anywhere.

"Who was it?" Tharn asks and blinks his eyes when he feels green flames seeping in to his eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous." Type gulps when the hand tightens but he is feeling frisky. "You do not know him."

Tharn growls, tucking his head into Type's neck and taking a deep sniff. He cannot smell anything on Type, except the soap, fresh towel, clothes, mud, water and Tharn, himself...

"Why are you making me..." Tharn whispers. "... please tell me you were lying."

Type rolls his eyes. "Two hours before you were grilling combat techniques in my brain..."

"Then why would you say that?" Tharn loosens his hold on Type's neck and cuddles. He is feeling sleepy.

"Because you are ridiculous and I can." Type leaves his embrace with a flimsy shove. "Leave me alone."

Tharn pouts, hugging the wall. "You are mean."

Type smacks Tharn with his bag and leaves without looking back.

"Do not be ridiculous, Tharn..." Tharn mumbles to himself. He needs to control all these... frustration and anger when he remembers he does not mean that much to Type.

But then moments like these, makes him dig his head deeper into fantasy. "I have to go home... Mama Kana asked me to... But I will be back tomorrow."

See, the sadness in Type's eyes? See, the worry?

Or is it Tharn's head seeing tricks?

"Everything okay?" Type asks earnestly.

"Yeah... most likely he made some new dish and wants me to try it... or might have gone to some temple and got us merits."

Type nods but those eyes do not brighten up.

See...

Does that mean something?

"I will be there... I mean here, tomorrow morning." Tharn says and Type merely nods.

Sigh!

"I promise, Kitten. You will see me for tuition tomorrow."

"I do not wanna see." Type says but the pout is till in place. "And your mama may need you... so is whatever."

See...

Tharn groans, pecking Type's apple cheek. "Is nothing. Trust me. And it is not like I cannot use a portal. I will be here."

Type shrugs again.

And Tharn presses another kiss on Type's other cheek.

Still sad huh?

Tharn drags Type to the nearby pillar and kisses everywhere on Type's cheek, hoping to see those angry glares again.

"I do not care." Type mumbles and Tharn growls.

"I will make you care." Type huffs and Tharn finds it so adorable that he pecks Type's head. "I will be here."

Tharn promises the umpteenth time and just as he looks at Type's eyes, he sees the pupils dilate, and how is it his fault that he feels like he is floating.

The kiss is gentle until it is not. He loves, the little mewls Type makes, when his Kitten cannot breath properly and tugs on the hair when the Kitty wants a breather.

Tharn gently wipes Type's lips and the shine in those pretty eyes are back.

Tharn smiles and Type gives a small shy smile back.

"Yeah... is okay if you can't though..." Type pulls on Tharn's collar faking innocence. "Just tell me beforehand, so I can find someone else for the night."

"Yeah, but Kitten I will be he... WHAT THE FUCK!!! TYPE!!! YOU..." Tharn roars and sees literal green but soft breathless giggles falls from Type like carefree fountain and Tharn ends up smiling.

"Your face, Puppy..." Type giggles, snorting and hugs Tharn closer for a moment. "Go away, stupid."

"You are so mean to me, Kitten. Why would you say that?" Tharn pouts.

"Because you are stupid! Go away now. I have homework. Leave early, so you can come back early." Type pushes off from the hug and leaves with a blushing happy face.

"Ty..." Tharn calls, expecting to be flicked off but Type looks back with an expectant face.

Tharn gently waves and Type waves back just as soft. "I will be there."

This time Type nods believing him. "Okay... Be safe."

So, it is no wonder Tharn is skipping all the way to the portal and is whistling. He is... giddy.

This must mean something...

And Tharn cannot shake it...

His Kitten is only shy.

He is into this as much as Tharn is.

'Be safe'...

Tharn squeezes his eyes shut to hear those words resonating clearly once again.

'Be safe'...

A necromancer... A sworn enemy...

Tharn chuckles.

An adorable Kitten... His faen...

Type has asked him to be safe.

There is no way around this. Nothing can bring him down from his high. He cannot wait to be back at academia.

"Mae will spank you!!!"

A loud wail is heard from the room and everyone outside winces.

"I cannot!!! You gotta lie down and drink, if you want or I am leaving!"

Little Matt is not having it. Of all the maes in the world, he has got the meanest one.

'I no no no want!!!' The baby screams again and the whole palace squeeze eyes shut.

It is an understatement that Little Matt is everyone's apple of eyes.

"My darling son, drink immi..." Win tries again and his stubborn son twists his face away.

The valets and caretakers outside take a satisfied breath when the real ruler of the palace... their answer to all problems... opens the chamber with a soft knock.

"Awwww... why is my little baby crying?" Mama Kana places the fruit platter on the nightstand and asks his son.

Little Matt shakes his head and rambles all his troubles to his Grandmama and Gulf picks him up with an understanding coo.

"Awww... my sweet little child..."

"Not so sweet mae!!!" Win scowls and Matt scowls back at his mae.

'Sweet sweet. Mama mean.' Matt babbles.

"What is going on?"

"He is hungry but he will drink only from left immi today!" Win growls and Matt whimpers.

"MeeeeMeee, immmiiiiiii..."

Gulf pecks those chubby cheeks. "Give him from the left then, baby..." He tells his son.

"I am getting dizzy... He won't let me lie down either. So spoiled. I will pickle his nose. If you don't want, don't drink!" The tired mom falls to be bed, rubbing his head.

"Win..." Gulf gently calls and Win pouts.

Sigh!

But look at those adorable eyes and chubby cheeks with pouty lips.

"Come here, son... Why do you fight with me?" Win cannot handle his son fighting with him and Matt knows it too, using it for his advantage.

Matt happily goes to his mother from his MeeMee's hand, patting mae's chest, with a coo.

Gulf smiles and helps Win lie down in a comfortable position, adjusting the pillows. "Dizzy, Little One?"

Win smiles. "A little bit. You are here. So, it is okay, mae."

Gulf gently rubs Win's head and chuckles when Matt drinks immi like he is factually starving.

"Little Thorn was just like that... always drinking like I starve him."

"Really?" Win asks hopefully.

"Really... and always fighting with me for silliest of reasons. Oh, one time, he wanted me to stand and nurse him... finally Mama Mi had to bring the spoon..."

Win chuckles, kissing Matt's little head.

"And just like Thorn... Little Matt also sleeps while drinking immi..."

"mmmm..." Matt hums and falls asleep with immi in his mouth.

Win yawns as well and Gulf covers his son's legs carefully. "Get a bit of rest."

"When are... (yawn) they coming?"

"Soon... Dada was missing you so much." Gulf pecks Win's head and leaves as soon as his son starts snoring.

Everyone follows the Empress asking about the well being of Win and Matt... and Gulf cannot get enough of talking about them.

"Sleeping now. Do not inform P'Mew yet. They need to be there now." Gulf instructs with a smile and starts making Win's favourite dishes.

As expected, the rest of the family reaches the palace afternoon.

"Look who is here!" Gulf says with a bright smile and Mew knows the answer already.

"When? Why have you not informed me?" Mew is not waiting for an answer and rushes to his son's chamber. "Have you fed him? Win must be so hungry..."

Gulf shakes his head and assures his hubby that Win is indeed fine and healthy.

But according to the father... "You lost weight!!! He is not feeding you properly... Eat mama's food. Tua-eng, let us have gasoupe for dinner. Little Win likes it. Look at my son! You seem tired..."

Win giggles leaning to Mew's hug. "I am fine, Guardian. It is your grandson who is causing all the havoc. Not my husband."

Mew presses a kiss on his son's forehead rubbing his back gently. "Stay here."

"Dad..." Win starts but Matt starts cooing just as he could tell his father that he is a Queen and has responsibilities now.

"Ow!!! Did Grandda wake you up... Aww... Awww... Aw... come here... come here." Mew gently picks Little Matt up and Mew can actually feel a huge heaviness leaving his chest.

Matt still has his little eyes shut but he enjoys the gentle sways and the smell of...

'Wait a minute...' Matt scrunches his nose and takes a big sniff. 'Dodo is here!!!'

Matt opens his eyes quickly and Mew chuckles at the large saucers of his grandson's eyes. "What is it, son?" Mew talks in his baby voice.

'YOU LEFT ME!!!' Matt screams war and starts biting Mew's face with his toothless mouth. 'NO LEAVING BABY!'

"Oy!!! Mattie! That is enough... Let grandda breath!" Win as usual tries to call back his hellion son but...

"I missed you too..." Mew closes his eyes as Matt smacks his face hard. "I am here... I am here... I love you too, son."

Mew opens his eyes only when Matt finally calms down enough to stop his bites and starts babbling.

"I know... I know... Such a bad grandda I am." Mew apologizes pressing a sniff kiss on little one's head. "Last time I let your father take you away from me when you were sleeping."

'Hmmm' Matt agrees scowling and letting his mae wipe his drooly mouth.

Then Win wipes Mew's cheeks and shirt too... that is covered with Matt's drool but since his father and his son do not listen to him, Win is not a bit sorry.

Matt has a lot to say to his grandfather, starting with where his other grandfather is.

"Grandpa Swiat went to temple with Mama Mi..." Mew patiently speaks to Matt about everything in baby voice and leaves the room without looking back.

"Now the two of them do not need anyone else." Gulf shakes his head, dragging Win to the kitchen. "Your father is right. You look a little pale. Is everything okay, Winnie?"

"My... there hurts a bit when I sit and this dizziness is not going away. That is why P'Bai does not take me anywhere... Is okay, mae... I am just tired and Matt never listens to a thing I say!"

"Let mama see... and we go to healer tonight."

Win nods but stops abruptly when he hears Mama Mi's angry mumbles. He hides behind the door with a muffled giggle and Gulf shakes his head.

All the time Mild falls for Win's antics.

"Nobody is here for me. I have an army of sons and who is here to help me? None!" Mild grumbles as he drags the big basket full of spices to the kitchen. The valets worriedly follow Sitorin Mild but nobody dare to help him.

The food the mothers make for their family strictly goes through Mama Kana and Mama Mi only.

"If my baby Win were here..." Mild sighs deeply and Win's heart aches.

"I am here, Mama!" Win rushes to his mae hugging him tight. "I was hiding to scare you."

Win lifts the edge of the basket and Mild melts. "You must be resting. This is not heavy. I was just... missing you."

Win kisses mae's cheek and they both walk to the kitchen babbling about everything and nothing, Mama Kana following them with a shake of head, until he sees little Thanya is hiding behind the pillers, trying to follow Mama Mi without getting caught.

"What is it?" Gulf sighs and Thanya freezes.

He narrows his eyes when Mild quickly jumps to explanations.

"Nothing nothing... Little one wanted to tag along..." Mild beckons Thanya and his little daughter quickly hides behind Mild's legs.

"Uh... uh... Now why would Thanya wanted to go to market?" Gulf knows something is up.

"Why cannot she? I wanted stuff and my daughter thought she wanted to help? Can't she? Right, Thanya?"

Chubby little adorable face peeks out and nods dramatically, and the whole bunch of her beautiful curls started shaking in her support.

"Yes Mama..."

If the beautiful smile adorned with the gaped front teeth, does not look so fake, Gulf would have melted on spot.

This time he started tapping his foot and crossed his arms.

Thanya glares at him with a cute frown and Gulf narrows his eyes again.

"Mama Mi... Go kitchen." Thanya yanks on Mild's pants.

"Nobody is going anywhere without giving me an explanation!" Gulf is getting annoyed.

Hey, he is the mother too. He wants to know what happens with his kid too.

"I go where I like." Thanya scowls.

"Thanya..." Mild warns and that makes the adorable monster to hide behind Mama Mi's legs.

Mild takes a deep breath. "Everything is fine... It was a silly accident. Little Thanya did not disobey you..."

So, she clearly has gone and disobeyed Gulf.

"What happened?"

Gulf quickly calculates the possible outcomes and he cannot come with anything that would make Mild and Thanya to personally go out and...

"no... No... Noo..." Gulf's eyes pop out and his words start getting louder.

"We got the exact same flour!!!" Mild runs after Gulf and Thanya hot on her little heels.

Win blinks in confusion and drags the big basket to the kitchen. By the time he reaches there, Mama Kana is silent, Mama Mi is over explaining and Thanya... well Thanya is perched on the kitchen counter with the guiltiest eyes but stubborn pout.

The little one needs to know how to apologize.

She does not and Win blames the fathers.

"Than Than... tell na... What happened." Mild pokes the cheeks and Thanya barely looks up at Gulf and start mumbling.

"Mama Mi asked to get pickles. I touched bowl. Fell down." Thanya states.

"Pickles over there. Bowl over here." Gulf is not letting this go.

He has told her several times. His kitchen work station is off her limits.
He has work and he cannot let her mess that up, no matter how cute she is.

"Gulf..." Mild comes to her defence and Gulf turns his angry eyes to him. "It is just bowl of flour."

"I lost hours of my work." Gulf scowls.

"Yes! That is why... we are going to do it."

"We?" Gulf raises his right eyebrow.

"Yes! Than-Than and Mama Mi. Right Sweetheart?"

Thanya nods eagerly and Gulf melts but he cannot show it. She is spoiled as it is. Always getting away with her antics.

"Fine! Got my stuff?"

"YES!!! Even we got the exact same bowl. Than-Than... Bring it. Show Mama Kana."

She jumps down with a giggle and starts rummaging through the big basket. She shows Mama Kana the big blue bowl standing on her tippy toes and Gulf mentally pats himself on the back for his restraint.

She needs to know what she has done is not okay.

Gulf gets she is jealous and he sometimes has to be strict when he is working.

But this kitchen is off-limits.

There are automated rotating devices here and well, his baby girl could get hurt.

He gently lifts her up and places her back on kitchen counter.

"Do not come in here, baby."

She scowls. "Mama loves kitchen. Not Than-Than. Mama forgets Than-Than in here."

Gulf takes a deep breath.

"Mama was working. Tomorrow, mama has to give those people their pastries."

"No!" Thanya pouts.

Gulf sighs. Maybe he should have given her more attention but... No buts.

She must feel Gulf is ignoring her. That is not at all true but he and Thanya does not really get along well.

They... fight.

He pecks her forehead. "Alright! Get me the strainer. The big one for baking powders."

She leans back and hands him over the strainer with Win munching on the grapes Mild has given him.

Gulf does not like anyone in his kitchen and slowly Win leaves, followed by Mild but Thanya is determined to stay there until Gulf leaves too.

Mama should know there is nothing more important in his life than Thanya.

Period.

Not the ugly blue bowl with sweet powders!

Everyone got the memo but not Mama Kana.

Thanya pouts when Gulf gives too much attention to the measuring jar.

She pulls his tunic edge and she does not like how Mama closes his eyes before looking at her.

"What?"

"Look at Thanya."

"Than-Than... Mama is working."

"Work later."

Gulf sighs. "If it is not measured now, tomorrow Mama will be in great trouble."

He should be fighting with Mew for letting her massacre his workstation.

Now she expects everyone to let her in their work area.

Unlike Mew... who hides his important files, Gulf cannot immediately hide his churning bowl of mixed dough when Thanya comes running.

"Mama kiss Than-Than." She demands.

Gulf smiles a bit and pecks her lips. "Now go and find what Daddy is up to. I think he has a hearing tomorrow. Must be in library."

Thanya's eyes widen as she loves being Daddy's little helper. She gets to 'chop off' heads when Daddy bangs his hammer on the table.

When Thanya grows up, she is going to be a Judge and order to chop off everyone's head.

She climbs down and runs to pester her other parent. On the way she smacks Win's knee because she has missed him so so so much.

How could he stay away when Thanya is here all alone?!

She will deal with Win later.

The palace people scuffle away when the Hell Child is on loose but they frown when Prince Kirigun comes in whistling and skipping.

He even throws some smiles at the servants and valets, but they run away thinking this is day the mad prince will murder them.

There is something about that... smile.

Like he is happy.

And Tharn is never... happy.

At least not like this.

"Why are you here?!" Tharn stops when he sees Win scarfing down food.

"Leave my husband alone. We are not fighting. That was one time." Win rolls his eyes.

"Yeah coz he wanted to marry someone."

"That was a misunderstanding and you know it."

Tharn shrugs. "Where is Bean?"

"Matt..." Win glares. His son's face is not like a bean. "With Guardian. You are late." Win feeds Tharn some of his food and confusedly look at his young brother's face.

Is he blushing?

Tharn? Blushing? Naaa...

'I must be more tired than I thought.' Win shakes his head.

"I... uh... class. I had class."

Is Tharn stuttering?

Huh. The food must be spicy.

Win starts adding more food to his plate but Tharn stops him. "I already ate. You eat. You look pale."

"P'Bai feeds me. I am just going through some body issues."

"Yeah coz of him!" Tharn hates that man is taking his brother away.

"No! Coz of pregnancy. You do not know stuff, Tharn!" Win grumbles.

"Yeah, pregnant coz of him."

"MAE!" Win hollers and Mild comes in holding the spoon and Tharn jumps away just in time from getting spanked.

"Bright is your big brother and is family. You should stop picking on him." Mild taps the spoon on his palm.

"I will when he stops being an idiot!"

"Tharn! P'Bai is not an idiot and I do not appreciate you calling him names. You and I will have troubles." Win is not messing around.

"If he is not an idiot why did he marry you?"

"MAE!!!" Win is so offended, despite the number of times Tharn has already used this dialogue against them.

This time Mild throws his spoon at running Tharn and precisely hits the back of his head.

Good!

He has not lost his touch.

"Do not listen to him, baby. You eat. I will bring you some gestanip Kana Mama has made. I kid you not, baby, Mama always knows when you are coming home. I do not know how he does that."

Win does not know either but Mama Kana says that is how mothers are... and he will start knowing Matt as their bond grows over the period.

There is no way Win can love Matt more.

His little one already has his soul.

But what does he know. Mama Kana says, just like any relationship, there will be more growth in motherhood too.

"Where is he?" Papa comes in panting and presses a quick but big kiss on Win's forehead.

"With P'Mew in the libr..."

Siwat also runs off to his grandson and mama shakes his head.

Mothers won't even try to fight for their turn anymore. And it is heart-warming to see their husband being playful and child-like when Matt comes home.

From stoic, ruthless defence personnel to grandfathers in a blink.

Mild chuckles.

Mama Kana is unnervingly staring at his Tharn while serving dinner to his family.

"What are you up to?" He asks as he pours sweet sour, ginger chutney to Mew's plate.

"What? Helping you with dinner." Tharn bites his tongue and swallows the curses.

"You are restless and happy." Kana puts another flat bread on Siwat's plate, making space for Mild to add the toppings.

"And helping us... you are up to something." Mild pitches in.

"You know what?" Tharn annoyingly throws down the towel and places the plate back on the rack. "Always complaining I am not spending enough time with you guys and when I do..."

"Hey... hey... none of that. Come back." Gulf pulls his hand and places the plate back on his hand. "Thank you for helping us but... why?"

"Nothing." Tharn should have just sat his room and came out only when called. Now he cannot say he will not be here tomorrow without coming as suspicious.

"Hey Guppie... Thanya says she does not want dinner... or clothes" Mew comes in, freshly bathed... with a wet dripping Thanya on tow.

He grumbles and takes Mew's towel from his shoulder and takes off running after her daughter who does not want to be towelled as well.

Kids!

In a few moments, mother is back with hiccupping and crying Thanya on his shoulder who jumps to Mew with a deep frustrated wail.

"DADDDDDYYYY! MOMMA BADDDD!"

"Aw... yes sweetheart... he is. Is okay. Today you won't wear clothes and sleep naked. How about that?" Mew cover Thanya with the fluffy towel.

Dad and daughter leaves just like that and the mothers sigh. "P'Mew should really stop throwing me under the wagon." Gulf shakes his head and starts counting the dishes on the plate.

Tharn does not make a peep and carries plates after plates to the family dinner room.

How is he going to say this?

Type will be waiting for him... and...

A smile blooms his face and he jumps when P'San comes right in front.

"Who did you murder?" He asks putting his finger in the dessert Tharn is holding.

"Maaaeeee... P'San put his finger in..." Tharn starts.

"Maaeeeee... N'Tharn is upto no good. He is smiling." San hollers louder.

Tharn loses all the blood in his face and San smirks.

"Oh god. You are gonna kill someone. Who is it? Is it dad? Do you want the throne?"

"Yes. I am going to kill dad and then it is you." Tharn stomps on San's feet but he receives a hard smack on his head.

"What did I tell about such jokes?!!!!" Mama Kana grinds his teeth but Tharn just apologises.

This time Mama gets really scared. There is no way his son apologized just like that.

"Oh my god! You are going to kill your father? The man who is the reason you are alive?"

Gulf rubs his chest and bends over the chair.

"Oh my god! Have you got any idea what that man has gone through... and you..."

"What? Mae I am not killing dad! I am just..."

"Ohmygodifailedasamotherandmyhubbyisgoingtodie" Gulf starts again and this time Tharn loses it.

"THIS WHOLE FAMILY IS CRAZYYYY!!!" Tharn shouts.

"HEY! No raising your voice at your mother!" Siwa growls coming in with the rest of the troublemakers and Matt on his shoulder.

"I am not! I am not killing dad! Tell mama that..." Tharn rubs his eyes.

"You were going to kill me? How? By being such a loser?" Mew snorts and drops Thanya to floor who starts running around the table.

"What?! No. I am not a loser and... I just... I won't be here Haryiona Feast."

Suddenly the room falls silent and Tharn gets nervous. Even Matt is looking expectantly.

In a moment everyone is talking together.

Matt is making faces at him and Thanya has started smacking his knees.

Great!

"What do you mean? It is important and you are the pillow bearer." Win says. "You do not just miss it."

"I have class." Tharn gulps.

"This is weekend." San counters.

"It is special class." Tharn squirms.

"By which teacher? I will talk." Mew starts putting food to Gulf's plate.

"I mean..." Tharn's tongue is dry... "It is by me..."

Fuck!

"Great! Then you cancel it!" Siwa says and catches Thanya and seats her on his lap. "You are eating dinner with the family, Little Missy."

"But Papa... nooo."

"I cannot cancel it... It is important." Tharn stomps his foot. Why is this so hard? Why cannot he lie so smoothly?

P'San does it! Always!

"You are lying." San says conversationally and takes a sip of Mama Mi's juice. "Yikes, mae, how do you drink this?! It tastes like poop!"

Matt giggles at San's misery, drool dripping down and everyone joins the baby in teasing San.

"With my mouth. Who asked you to drink mine? And I never tasted poop...so..."

San wipes his tongue with the napkin and glares at the glass.

"We are eating sweetheart." Siwa winces at the poop talk and Mama Mi rolls his eyes.

"Your child started it."

"So, anyways, the festival is tomorrow night. Your class will be finished by then anyways. I have already measured my flour. I am going to make the best short qune cake tomorrow." Gulf says proudly.

"You always do." Mew pecks Gulf's cheek and gets a smack from jealous Thanya from Siwa's lap. "Aw... a kiss for my Little Baby Bii too."

"No... My class is at night..." Tharn whispers and he wonders what has happened to him. Why is he asking permission? He could just...

"Who puts class at night?" Mild frowns and he gulps.

"Well, I do..." Tharn knows he is going to lose it. He just wants his mothers to know that this is important to him and he just need...

"Well, his class has both wizards and necromancers, right baby boy?" Gulf asks nonchalantly. "And some classes need to be after dark, right, P'Mew? If he can't make it tomorrow, that is because he cannot."

Tharn looks down at his plate and pushes around his peas, thankful his Mama stood by his side.

"Awww... but I just got here." Win pouts.

"Then you should stay here more often." Tharn snaps back.

"I will toast to that." Siwa raises his drink.

"Hear, hear." Mild accepts the toast as Win sticks his tongue at Mama Mi.

"But..." Win whines. "I do not want to go alone and Tharn can come, like always."

Tharn dips his head to Mama Kana in gratitude when his mom puts an end to this conversation. Something about Necromancers needing night time class.

Well, he is not wrong... Tharn snorts, jumping a little and pumping his fist in the air.

His necromancer needs teaching.

A day goes by like a moment and Tharn does not know how he reached here in front of Type's door. His fist is shaking so bad and he digs the nails into his palm so hard.

Is not a big deal... Is not a big deal...

The boy chants in his mind and takes a deep breath for the final time.

Come on!

No one is virgin here!!!

The door opens roughly and Type screams to his face. "KNOCK IT OFF!!! You are making me nervous too, dipshit!!!"

"hiiii..." Tharn squeaks and Type throws his hands in the air, picks up the bag from the floor and pushes Tharn away, locking the door.

The flowers in Tharn's hand starts shaking as well and Type rolls his eyes.

"Where are you going?" Tharn whispers.

"For a pilgrimage!!! Where do you think we are going, Wolf?! To your room? Don't you want to fuck me no more?!"

Tharn gulps.

"no... no... I want... Thought..." Tharn looks at the locked door and back at Type.

"Yeah... I ain't making my room messy. You stink."

Type feels a bit bad when the man, sniffs his armpit with a sad frown.

Tharn does not stink... ever.

He always has a pleasant, earthy smell, with tones of clean grass and wet soil after a thorough rain... The aroma brings faint coolness to his heart and he feels so refreshed and happy and...

The Kitten clears his throat and throws a little frown... and the Puppy melts a little. He knows Type is as nervous as him, maybe more... and that brings back the confidence.

"Here... these flowers..." Tharn prepares his romantic speech he has well-rehearsed in front of the mirror.

"I do not want!" Type blushes pretty pink and Tharn bites his smile down. " I... I aint carrying it around like a girl!!!"

"Uhhh..." Tharn looks down at his flowers and he has no doubts they have captured Type's heart a bit. He may not admit it aloud but Type has a thing for pretty, blingy things. "I will carry them for you... like a girl in love!"

Tharn snorts at Type's blabbering nonsense that follows and gently takes Type's bag as well from the Kitten's claws, holding the other paw just as softly.

Well, he enjoys the scratches way too much.

As they near his cabin, Type slowly goes back to his timid, nervous self and Tharn gets his wits back.

The hand is holding Tharn's palm so tight but... Type is leaning closer and closer to his body as they walk through the dim forest.

"Are you... nervous?" Tharn asks softly... "I am..."

Type gulps. "I am not nervous... just why are you staying here all alone in this forest? It is really dark."

"I won't be alone when you are here..." Tharn is not flirting. He is just speaking up. "The dark is good... Students leave me alone."

"Do they trouble you?"

"Who?" Tharn is lost for a second when he notices the anger in Type's voice.

"The students?"

"No... Not trouble... well, yeah... they can be intrusive and it is uncomfortable sometimes but... I can manage."

"Tell me. I can talk to them if you wanna!" Type means it.

Tharn smiles. "Thanks darling..."

There goes his Kitten blushing and twisting his face away.

"So... uhmmm... ever done this before?" Tharn nibbles his lips.

"What? Talking?" Type does not want to answer the question.

"No... this... what we are going to do." Tharn is not avoiding this. He is not gonna stand in front of his mama again, for ways to stop Type from crying... like the first time they kissed. He is going to get consent... fair and well.

"Only two hundred thousand times." Type says sarcastically and Tharn groans.

"Type!!! Be serious. I am asking."

"Yes, P'Tharn... I have had sex before! Have you?!"

"Yes, N'Type! I have... but I am nervous... this feels... kinda... big deal. Is it for you?" Tharn asks and Type shrugs.

"Is not like we are virgins." Type gulps the bitter taste in his mouth down.

"Yeah... yeah... You are right. We have done this before." Tharn gives Type a reassuring smile but Type just yanks on Tharn's hand and walks faster.

The room is cool, the bedsheet smells so nice... the windows are... well... Windows are windows.

"Type look at me." Tharn knows his Kitten is shy and nervous and he... feels bad.

"What?!" Type gives a fleeting glance and goes back to looking around the bedroom.

Tharn sites next to Type and starts brushing fleeting butterfly kisses on his shoulder and the side of his neck.

"We do not have to do this, Type... You are here and that is all I need and... I am hones..."

Type pulls Tharn towards him, clutching his shirt and slams his lips over Tharn's.

"Do not chicken out now!" Type growls and Tharn forgets whatever he had in mind just a few moments ago.

The lips are little cushions of cloud candies between Tharn's teeth and the man feasts on them like a starving man.

The nicks of pain he received back only fuelled his need and Tharn finds no reasons to hold back anymore.

By the time, he got his mind a bit calmed down, Type is writhing under him, the ripped shirt bunched around Type's neck and oh well, the hell's fire... Type's claws marking its territory on Tharn's back.

Type looks so fucking delicious.

He licks all the way up from Type's hollow of neck to the bright red lips and whimpers.

"Your lips are going to bleed..." Tharn cannot stop biting.

"Make them..." Type says seriously and Tharn's eyes soften.

"I am not a gentle lover, Kitty..."

"I am leaving you if you are..." Type says honestly and Tharn chuckles.

"You would not know what hit you." Tharn gives a fair warning.

Type bites Tharn's soft ear lobes. "I do not kiss anyone, remember. If you do not want... just say so."

There!

Tharn's blood boils and if his Kitten can take it... Tharn is not going to hold back.

The pants rip and the smack on Type's butt is enough to make his Kitten screech loud.

"Bastard!"

"Tap out." Tharn rubs the red cute dumpling gently to ease the pain.

"That is all you got?!" Type smirks, sitting Lotus on Tharn's lap, gently swaying seeking pleasure.

"Fuck it!" Tharn's fingers breach the tight wall and Type gasps, throwing his head back.

"I will go gentle next time!" Tharn promises himself and throws Type to his bed, both the claws imprisoned in his one hand.

His Type is way too small under his body but... dammit, so damn flexible.

Wet, tight, warm and beautiful...

The whimpers are music to his ears and when Type starts chanting his name... Tharn lets his obsession out.

Where is his Kitten going? He has impaled the little thing so deep... only writhing of pleasure and pain is allowed... and that too if Tharn let him or...

Type is going to be squished tight under his hug for a very long time.

"Babe... Got all of you, now... sweetheart... Remember this... Remember this time... when you were in bed, screaming for me... It was me, alright... I got all of you..."

Type blabbers in mortification.

However, the Wolf is enjoying it.

"You came prepared, right, Kitty... I felt wetness when I thrust..." Kitten covers Puppy's mouth but the sinister eyes gave away the perverted thoughts.

"Please..."

Tharn licks the inside of Type's palm and Type blushes, removing the hand away.

"Please what?"

"Go gentle."

"Thought you wanted this..."

Type screams again...

"Not anymore... Please Tharaaa..."

"Call me that again..."

Type does... and Tharn remembers every moment this little seductress has made his blood boil, brain fuzzy and starve him of attention.

The days filled with silence.

The nights filled with longing.

Tharn presses kiss all over Type's face and the movements are gentle... but Type still gasped with every single movement.

The right side of the plump red lips has a cut and the blood has pooled on the corner.

Tharn loves it too.

He gently kisses Type's forehead and he hears a choked sob...

His poor little kitten.

Tharn feels a bit guilty.

He should have... but... Type is hugging him tight and if they could die now... Tharn would declare they have lived a complete life.

He has.

Every piece of his puzzle of life has fallen in place.

"Type..." Tharn feels Type shuddering under him and soft, hot fluid covers his appendage, squeezing him down.

"Sh... shut up..." Type sniffles.

"Shhh shh... I got you... babe..." Tharn gently gives all the kisses to his Kitten and gently removes himself.

Type winces hard and Tharn smiles.

"You are okay." Tharn hides his smile when Type's pupils widely dances.

"I know, Asshole!"

Phew! His Kitty is really okay!

Tharn curls behind Type, kissing the shoulders that has red marks all over.

Wow.

He has done his Kitten good.

Type is wiggling under him wincing every moment.

"Water, Kitten?"

"Please."

Who would have thought a thorough fucking would discipline his brat?

Type gulps down the whole glass and asks for more.

Tharn is so damn proud of himself!

Tharn places the pillow that is lying on the floor under Type's head.

"I promised all night." Type softly says with a shiver.

"You did." Tharn smiles on Type's neck.

"I can go again." Type says with conviction.

"Sure you can." Tharn agrees.

"And you did not get to..." Type gulps. "Do all the stuff you wanted to... I can go again..."

Tharn wipes Type's lips and the blood crusted lips open again, a droplet of blood pools again.

"You already did so good..." Tharn says, kissing Type's eyelids.

"It is okay. You can have a go again. I promised you more."

Tharn rubs his thump on Type's rosy cheeks. "No. You rest. Sleep with me here. I will take it as promise fulfilled."

"Why?"

"Somethings are incomparable. If you sleep and rest, that is more valuable to me."

Type stares into Tharn's eyes and reclines back, his head resting on Tharn's elbow.

"Are you okay, my love?" Tharn asks pulling him closer.

"Yeah, why you ask?"

"For one you are not kicking me for calling you 'My love' and..." Tharn looks at Type worriedly. "You look a bit shaken up."

"I... am fine."

Tharn can feel Type's thighs shaking under his blanket.

"You are okay baby... was I too rough? Do you need anything?"

Type shakes his head, cuddling closer but then... "A bit of water, Puppy... just thirsty."

Tharn frowns but gives a reassuring smile when Type looks at him.

Tharn gets out of the bed and Type seems like he does not want Tharn to go.

That is absurd. It is just his wistful thinking.

Type might have had this with his long string of lovers and...

Tharn shakes his head to remove his insecurity from creeping in.

Type may need sometime alone because he...

Nope.

Nope.

He is not letting his thoughts win.

For all these moments, Type has been with him.

Has completely submitted to him.

Trusted him.

That is all it matters.

He extends the glass to Type and...

Tharn's eyes widen when he sees the stain on the bedsheet.

Is that?

Is that...?

Bl... Blood?

No!

No!

No!

"I have done this a hundred thousand times."

"It is not like we are virgins."

Type told him and...

"Type... tell me I am not seeing what I am seeing???" It comes off as a question and Tharn feels the room is spinning.

Surely Type will tell him if... if...

He has asked and Type would surely tell him... if...

"Is nothing." Type's voice is faint but the eyes give the answer away.

Tharn's heart freezes.

"Is nothing?" Tharn repeats.

Type gulps.

Tharn gently tugs the edge of the blanket that is covering Type's nakedness.

The bright red liquid is spread brightly on the white silk blanket and Type's inner thighs.

The glass falls down Tharn's hand and shatters into million pieces and so does Tharn's heart.