Draco.
Draco never thought he'd see this again after so many years. He adored the locket in his hand as he ventured back into his study. Silently, he reached for the other half on his shelf and opened it. There it was, the second portrait of a hand.
It was a gift he'd given Andriandita out of his love for her. The hand represented their ability to find each other again even if they were scattered across the universe.
All their days together, they both wore it on their necks. Andriandita would always scold him anytime he removed his. The brief memory made him smile, but Draco didn't understand how the locket magically appeared in the castle.
Draco was certain Andriandita had it leashed around her neck while he buried her.
"I guess this isn't it. Maybe someone has this kind of locket," Draco murmured to himself. He was about to put it back into the box when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," he closed the box with the lockets and stashed it on his shelf before turning to see the male servant.
"My lord," the male servant bowed in greeting.
"May I help you?" he gestured, earning a nod from the servant.
"I was asked to deliver this to you, my lord." The servant stepped forward and handed over a bunch of daffodils to Draco along with a scroll. Wordlessly, the servant exited.
A flower? He gazed at the cluster of mesmerizing yellow beds that oozed its calming scent in the study.
This must have come from Edrand, he thought. But Draco wasn't the type that loved flowers. Andriandita did, and this was her favorite flower.
Sighing, Draco dropped the flowers and opened the scroll.
"What's a beautiful night without the warm caress of a lover? I've a special surprise for you tonight, my Draco, but it can only be revealed in my bed chamber. Do me the honor of paying a visit, my lord."
Draco huffed, folding back the scroll and dropping it on his desk.
What surprise could Edrand have for him? He wondered, rubbing at the skin between his brows.
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Edrand.
After being away on his cleansing mission, Edrand had returned to build that nest of love he'd always wanted with Draco. Honestly, patience was a virtue. It had taken years for his dreams to become a reality.
If Edrand hadn't been as patient as he was, everything would have crumpled from the beginning.
But no more, all threats had been cleared, and his desire to have Dracolian would be pursued without any hindrance. Not even Alfos could stop it.
The beta was free to sulk, but he could never act on his word.
Edrand relaxed on his bed as the servants oiled his back, massaging away the knotted muscles. A sigh slipped from his mouth.
Even though Draco had managed to buy a human female, that petite bitch would never stand in his way. Draco said it himself, she meant nothing to him.
Edrand knew the female was crushing on his man, Draco. Who wouldn't, given how magnificent and powerfully built Dracolian was?
Unfortunately for the female, she could only dream and yearn but never lay a grip on Draco. Edrand made sure of that years ago.
He ensured that the only person who could ever touch Draco was him since he was the only male Draco could have intimacy with, given Bloomington now lacked the female species.
To achieve that took a huge sacrifice from Edrand's end. He sacrificed the life of his father just to ensure Draco would never stand the touch of another.
Now it was paying off. Draco would desire no one else but him among all the males in the whole of Abbator. As for the female species, they ended up dying upon a simple touch, so Edrand had nothing to fear over this new breeder.
She'd die soon, and her memories would be forgotten. Edrand smiled as images filled his mind.
He knew the female would honor his invitation, and he couldn't wait for her to watch him as he pleasured Draco like no one ever would.
"Master, it's all done," the servants declared, backing away from Edrand's bed.
He rose up naked and turned his sharp silver eyes to the servants.
"Mascus, have you delivered the message?" he asked, wandering into the closet to fetch his flimsy night robe.
"Yes, Master Edrand," Mascus replied, nodding his head.
"Very well then, you're all dismissed," he waved them away, and as they left, Edrand grabbed a robe, flimsy and silky as fur, he secured it around his waist. He sauntered to the mirror and stood assessing himself before reaching for his shear and began to trim his beard.
He needed to look attractive in Draco's eyes tonight.
By the time twilight came, Edrand's body was already jumpy with nerves. He wondered if Draco would honor his invitation.
He pranced the length of his room, biting his fingers. A sigh of relief escaped him when a knock sounded in the room, and Edrand answered it.
His eyes glinted with a smile upon settling on Draco, who loomed over his door like a god.
"My lord," he opened the door wide, and Draco stepped in. The lord was fully dressed in his usual attire, but this time, his hair was tied in a bun at the nape of his neck.
Snidely, Edrand left the door ajar, knowing the female would come, and then he ventured close to the lord. Lifting his hand, he traced it over Draco's broad shoulder, arousing chills on Draco's body.
"I'm glad you came, Draco," he rounded to Draco's line of sight and beamed.
"You said you had a surprise?" Draco asked, brows crinkling.
"Of course, I do," Edrand spat hastily and moved across his room to the chest at the far end of the room.
Draco watched him in wonder before moving his eyes around the room. Everything still looked the same. From the black sheets of the bed to the black brick walls. Edrand had never loved a touch of color just like him. That was one of the reasons they were best friends for years before becoming lovers.
But were they truly lovers? The thought came to Draco, giving him a pause.
For all he knew, Edrand was just his means of recovering from Andriandita's death that nearly pulled him under.
Well, it wasn't like Draco hated Edrand, no. He cared for him and loved him but only just as his friend, even though Edrand wanted them to be more than that.
His confessions, the letters he sent to him all the period he was in the Abbey of Thorns, and his actions since he returned proved that.
Draco had forced himself to open up fully and accept Edrand as his lover the way Andriandita was when she was alive, but his heart never yielded.
And Edrand was none the wiser of Draco's feelings. He thought Draco had forgotten all about her since it's been over fifty years, but Draco never did. All these years, Draco had been living in pretense. For the past fifty years, thoughts about Andriandita occupied his mind. They never left.
Edrand leaned over and pulled out the box in his chest, shutting back the drawer. He looked at Draco from over his shoulder and smiled.
Draco looked at him with creased brows as Edrand returned to stand before him.
"What's this?" Draco asked, opening the box Edrand gave to him.
"A bracelet, my lord, come on, bring it out."
Draco gingerly pulled it out, taking in the bracelet dotted with shiny black diamonds. "It's beautiful," he commented.
"You like it, my lord?" Edrand was eager to know. Although the bracelet looked simple and elegant, it wasn't an ordinary bracelet.
It was a magical tracker bracelet that'd always alarm Edrand whenever Draco was with another.
Edrand would not always be with Draco, but he wanted to know all about Draco's activities, especially when it concerned being intimate with another person.
He plucked the bracelet from Draco's hand and secured it around his wrist. The bracelet glowed faintly, signaling that it had begun to work.
"It looks...good on you, my lord," Edrand said, his eyes returning back to Draco's.
"Thank you,"
They both stared at each other. Draco turned to leave, but Edrand clutched his hand, pulling him back when the sound of a door opening down the hall echoed.
She was coming, Edrand thought.
With one quick move, he removed his robe, going naked before Draco, his cock hard. Draco stood confused at Edrand's action. He opened his mouth to speak, but Edrand's mouth flushed into his in a consuming kiss.
The box slipped from Draco's hand, clattering on the floor as Edrand held him close and tight, sucking his lips as he glided his hand across Draco's back.
A sultry moan of pleasure escaped Edrand's mouth as his back touched the bed while Draco's big body moved atop his. Hot breaths flew out of their mouths as they fused their lips together.
Edrand's body hummed with pleasure, his cock dripping the evidence of his desire. However, what gave him extra joy was the knowledge that the female was beyond the door, watching them.
With every kiss he gave Draco, Edrand felt her eyes drilling holes into his body.
That's right, watch us, bitch. This is just to prove to you that I am the only one who can have Dracolian, pleasure him, and become his Luna. You're nothing but his temporary property.
TBC.