Extra 1

A/N : The following chapter is during the period when Isaiah was in the kingdom of darkness.

●●●

"Dexter- stop thi-" Isaiah moaned as his earlobe was licked.

"So soft" Dexter said while rubbing his earlobe.

'Does he not know that earlobes are always soft'

"What do you want now!? Why do you always cling to me!?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Dexter noticed Isaiah's clueless expression.

"This is also something which is cute about you" The man hooked his lips up.

Isaiah thought that it was attractive but it had a pinch of evilness to it.

"Since when have you been a king?" The boy asked as he was very curious.

He knew that this king in front of him is really strong. Even though he hated him so much it didn't change the fact that he admire him.

"For a few centuries"

Isaiah mouthed an 'O' with widened eyes,"You are an old man!? Wait, actually older than any old person I've ever known.. but you look to be around your early twenties.."

"Baby, but I haven't had anything special for someone before. You are the only one I lo-" Before Dexter could complete his words, Isaiah interuppted.

"I've been molested by an old man all this time!" The boy's expression was grave.

The king started to laugh, "Yes and I'll continue to 'molest' you"

He scooted closer and kissed the pink haired boy's forehead. The boy's eyeslashes which were long brushed against the king's chin.

Dexter lowered his head and bit on the boy's neck with his fangs.

'I can never get enough of this sweetness'

Isaiah fainted due to excessive blood loss. Dexter's blood has healing qualities therefore, he slit the tip of his finger and pushed his bleeding finger into the boy's mouth.

The boy gulped the blood which was flowing into his yap while placing both of his hands on either sides of the man's arm. Isaiah sucked his finger like a baby.

"Phew~" the pink haired boy moved closer to Dexter who sat next to him after drinking his blood.

The king lovingly caressed the boy's hair. Suddenly, the boy's  eyebrows furrowed as if he had a nightmare and he repeatedly called out his brother, "Claude.."

This angered Dexter. He didn't know that it was the boy's brother.

His powers were getting chaotic. Only when he loses control this happens and it's the second time this occured ever since the war where he first noticed this draw back.

After the first time he lost control over his abilities, he made sure for it to not happen again but now he let the restrains off.

Because of the intense pressure, Isaiah woke up. He was astonished to see the dark haze around Dexter.

Nonachantly, a hand brushed his neck and the hold around his carotid pulse tightened until Isaiah had difficulty breathing. He scratched the man's hand but that effort was in vain.

"Who is Claude?"  Dexter asked with angry blood-red eyes which had purple strokes in it, his pupil turned vertical like an animal. Demonic big horns emerged from his head.

"Cla-due..is my..br- brother" Isaiah managed to blurt it out with difficulty.

The immense pressure reduced and the hand holding his neck loosened. Dexter's eyes were full of regret as his horns and killing intent disappeared.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

He wanted to touch the quivering boy, but he stopped mid way.

Isaiah peeped through his eyelashes which had droplets of tears hanging on it. Dexter looked like an abanded puppy who committed a grave sin.

Without thinking much Isaiah hugged the man, "It's scary, don't do that again" He pat the man's back.

'Am I crazy for forgiving him so easily?' Isaiah sighed.