When Kyree managed to force his eyes open, he was no longer in the condo with Ambrose and his guards. In fact, he had no idea where he was. His gaze scanned the area, searching for any discernible features. None. Nothing. He was still unsure of where he had appeared.

"Ambrose?" Kyree called out, his voice echoing through the stagnant air. Wind whipped around him on the cliff edge, blanketing him in the cold. The sea battered the rocks below, it's movements aggressive, reminding Kyree of his own nature.

"Hello, Kyree," that voice, Kyree knew that voice, that was the one voice that made his heart stop with every word. A voice he never thought he would get to hear again. He didn't dare look toward the origin of the voice, didn't want the source to disappear.

"It's OK, bunny," a twinge of sorrow struck Kyree, he hadn't been called bunny for a long time, "you can look at me," slowly he turned his head, attempting to blink away the tears welling in his eyes. He didn't manage to quell all the tears, for one did fall when he saw a face he had so dearly missed. His sandy brown hair falling out of place over his pale, freckled face, almost covering those piercing green eyes.

"Oh, bunny," his brows drew into a frown, something Kyree had always found adorable.

"Alexander?" Kyree whispered, his lip quivering as he tried so desperately to contain the waterfall of emotions consuming him.

"Who else would it be, bunny?" as Alexander smiled that beautiful smile, Kyree broke down, tears trickling down his cheeks at a steady pace, "hey, stop crying. What happened to my big, bad, scary demon?" Alexander cupped Kyree's cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Kyree instantly gripped Alexander's waist, pulling him flush against his body as he buried his face in his shoulder, inhaling that musty, flowery scent.

"Bunny, you gotta get a hold of yourself," Alexander spoke cheerfully, his hand absently trailing through Kyree's brunette locks, "I don't want you wasting the rest of your life missing me," Kyree chuckled bitterly, lifting his head to see those beautiful eyes again.

"What life, Lex? If you're here, I'm clearly dead."

"You're not dead, bunny," Alexander's lips dropped to a less vibrant smile, a softer one, more compassionate, "dying, maybe, but not dead. And you're not gonna die for a long while, you're needed for something very important. You and that prince," at the mention of Ambrose, Kyree suddenly felt very conflicted, "he's very handsome, you always did pick attractive men, bunny. You like him, don't you?" Kyree shrugged, averting his eyes to the ground, "you're allowed to like him. It's not cheating, I'm dead."

"I don't know, Lex, after what happened to you, I don't really remember much about love," Alexander lifted Kyree's head, forcing him to make eye contact.

"Of course you do, bunny, give yourself some credit. You always were an amazing lover. You're kind, compassionate, great in bed. You haven't lost the ability to do any of that, bunny, it might just be a little muddled up in that mind of yours."

"Lex, I don't wanna hurt him."
"Bunny, you lost control once, OK? Once. Let him into your heart, let go of me. You deserve happiness and that prince can give it to you. If anyone can tame you, it's him," the sun illuminating the two men began to grow, almost blinding Kyree, "we're out of time, bunny, remember I love you. Stop loving me and give that prince a chance," panic swelled in Kyree as he felt the cliff receding behind him, huge chunks of rock falling into the sea below.

"I don't wanna leave you, Lex, please, let me stay," Alexander chuckled softly, the sound washing away all pain in Kyree.

"Bunny, you can't stay here. You have a prince to get back to. Keep dreaming about me, just not my death," Alexander pressed a soft kiss on Kyree's lips just as the rock behind him crumbled. Kyree tried to grasp Alexander's shirt, but his hands merely slipped through it and he fell.

As he experienced the weightlessness, the force of the wind, Kyree held onto Alexander's words. He had to move on. He was no longer Alexander's, he yearned to be Ambrose's...

The sensation of a small piece of metal ripping through flesh is a difficult one to explain. Kyree had always thought it didn't look that painful. He was wrong. The pain was intense, a dull stabbing ache that somehow increased with every breath.

"Mrs Landon, please, lower your voice, I don't want him woken," Kyree heard Ambrose's voice first, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"I don't care if you're a prince, I don't care if you're to be a king, do not tell me how to act in front of my son! Who you got shot!" Yennifer was shrieking, a piercing sound that simply added to the ache flowing through Kyree's body. So he was back in the underworld, wonderful, he couldn't wait to be yelled at by his father for stealing the prince for mere days.

"Mother..." Kyree forced out, his mouth dry, his eyes only able to open slightly.

"Kyree," Yennifer's voice was much closer, and thankfully, much softer, "oh, Kyree, my baby, how are you?" Kyree tried his best to focus on Yennifer, but his eyes simply yearned to stare at Ambrose, stood across the room with a deep frown on his face.

"It's not Ambrose's fault," Kyree's voice was raspy, yet his mother heard every word clearly.

"He got you shot, Kyree, it is his fault," Kyree glared at his mother, or tried to anyway.

"What happened to 'it's only your fault if you pulled the trigger'?" Kyree quoted something his mother had told him a lot when Alexander had died, perfectly content to use her own words against her.

"Well, Kyree this is diff-"

"No, it's not," Kyree interrupted, reaching out his hand to Ambrose, despite only lifting it a few centimetres from the bed he was laid on, "Amb," he whispered, weakly. Ambrose was at his side in an instant, knelt down so he was at eye level, clasping Kyree's hand in his own.

"I'm here, Ky, what is it?" Ambrose looked tired, worry swirling in his grey-blue eyes.

"Pretty shit first kiss, huh?" Ambrose's face warmed with a smile, as he pressed a few chaste kisses to Kyree's hand.

"Actually, that wasn't our first kiss, if you remember correctly," a smirk tugged lazily at the corners of Kyree's mouth as he remembered that night.

"I thought you wanted to forget that night, you said it ruin us both," Kyree noticed Yennifer looking suspicious and decided it was time she knew how he had met Ambrose, "mother, I met Ambrose the night before he came to dinner. In the human world. Isn't that ironic? Two demon men meeting in a bar, both assuming the other is human," the frown on Yennifer's face grew, "mother, I'm safe with Ambrose, please leave us so I can sleep," Kyree didn't have the energy to explain in further detail what had happened during that night to his mother, she understood the basics, which was what Kyree had wanted. Yennifer, for once, respected Kyree's wishes and left him alone with Ambrose.

"So, your assassin doesn't seem a great shot if he hit me instead of you," Kyree uttered, grimacing as he shifted a little in bed. Ambrose looked glum, guilt in his eyes instead of worry.

"Kyree, you don't understand how awful I feel-"

"Don't. I meant what I said when it wasn't your fault, don't blame yourself for something you couldn't control. Trust me, I know it doesn't help," Kyree gingerly ran his fingertips down Ambrose's cheek, a faint smile on his face, "come lay with me, I sleep better with you," Ambrose rose to his feet and strode around to the other side of the bed. Removing his shirt, he laid down next to Kyree and carefully helped him lay half on his bare chest. Kyree glanced down at the large bandage wrapped around his torso, another scar and another story to tell.

"Alexander called you bunny?" Ambrose teased, a smirk in his tone and on his face, "doesn't really suit your personality, Ky," Kyree chuckled softly, lifting his head to catch Ambrose's eye.

"Really? You even get to snoop in on my death dreams? This is not fair, won't I ever get to see any of yours?"

"Apparently not," Ambrose stroked his hand down Kyree's back, avoiding the bandage, "how do you feel after seeing him?" Ambrose's tone was soft yet serious, not wanting to provoke Kyree.

"Better, I think I needed it. At least now my final memory of him isn't his death," the two were silent for a short while, Kyree knew Ambrose was wanting to ask a certain question but didn't know how to word it.

"Are you going to..." Ambrose trailed off, sighing and looking away.

"Listen to what he said? Give you a chance? Let you tame me?" Kyree smiled, tilting Ambrose's head so he could press a soft kiss to his lips, "what do you think?"