The Villain Saves The Male Lead

Dr. Gordon looked at them blankly. Ren allowed himself to be examined by the middle aged doctor, and was declared fit enough.

Ren indeed felt much better now after the three furballs had drained his excessive magic. And Fang felt better now that they knew what the problem with Ren had been...and that it could be treated.

Snow, Smoke and Shadow sat obediently and quietly while Ren was being examined. As soon as Dr. Gordon left, though, they pounced on Pax.

Uncle Pax! Treat! Treat!

Pax looked at Ren and Fang blankly as three childish voices burst into his mind.

"You're not hallucinating," Ren said with a chuckle. "They really are speaking with you."

"How...?" Pax couldn't even formulate a question properly.

Ren chuckled. "Well...I supposed it's time I share yet another secret with you..." he said, and quickly explained about his magic and the magic surge he'd been experiencing.

Pax frowned. "And you never realised it?" he asked angrily.

"I've never had this problem before..." Ren said defensively.

"The babies who are only a few weeks old were able to figure it out, but you, the master of a magic guild, had no idea what on earth was happening?!" Pax shouted.

*Daddy is slow.

Slow Daddy!

Daddy slow*!

Ren rolled his eyes.

Fang tried his best to keep a straight face and said, "Snow, don't insult your Daddy. Smoke, Shadow, don't just repeat whatever your sister says."

The three furballs immediately changed their tone.

*Papa, we did good?

Good!

Good! Treat*!

The three humans burst out laughing.

Fang scooped up the three furballs and rubbed their soft heads. "You did good," he said softly. "You did very, very good. Papa is very proud."

Now that Ren was up, everyone was quite relieved. After some experiments around the house, they realised that the Snow, Smoke and Shadow were only able to speak with Ren, Fang and Pax. No one else could hear them.

"Could Pax have magic, too?" Fang asked Ren.

Ren tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I think it may be quite possible, to be honest. Do you want to check?"

Fang's eyes widened. "Me?"

Ren shrugged. "Well, my magic is still unstable, I think. I might trigger another magic surge."

Fang immediately rushed to Ren. "You still feel unstable?" he asked anxiously. "Does it hurt? Do you feel tired again? What should I do?"

Ren kissed Fang's cheek. "Don't worry, my little darling. I'm fine. If I get another magic surge, our babies will help me again - won't you, my little ones?"

The three furballs were being fed treats by Pax and ignored him completely.

"We have to start searching for the magic guild here," Fang said firmly. "Withdraw your resources from the other project and concentrate on this instead."

Ren shook his head. "I promised you that we won't let those dirtbags go and that we'll save as many children as possible. We've already progressed so much; we can't withdraw now." He held Fang's gaze steadily. "Also, they won't be able to find the magic guild. I'll have to go looking myself."

Fang hesitated. "Do you think that the Dragon Queen may know something? The Dragon Nation had such rich magic in the air... maybe... maybe there's something there? Or... should we go back to Ray Country again and visit that temple again? Maybe that fortune teller will appear again...?"

Ren nodded thoughtfully. "That does make sense. Let's see. No harm in trying anyway."

Fang grabbed Ren's shoulders hard enough to bruise. "Don't take such a careless tone about it! This is important! What if something happened to you?!" he shouted. His face was flushed with anger and his purple eyes glowed with fire.

Ren winced in pain. "Fang, darling, calm down," he said gently.

"I can't calm down when you're in danger!" Fang yelled.

Ren felt dizzy again and felt a grey mist creeping into his field of vision from all sides. With a last bit of effort, he threw himself forward and hugged Fang, resting his head on Fang's shoulder.

"I'll be all right," Ren whispered in Fang's ear. "My beautiful Fang, don't worry so much. I won't leave you, I promise."

And then he fainted again. The last thing he heard was Fang's panicked voice calling him.

When Ren woke up again, he was on a bed again...it certainly felt like his own bed. Without opening his eyes, he took stock of his own body. No serious aches, no fatigue, no instability in magic. Only his shoulders felt a little sore and bruised.

Ren blinked slowly and the ceiling came into focus. He sat up slowly and looked around, not finding anyone in the sight.

"Fang?" he called softly.

There was no response. Worried, Ren got out of bed and threw on a dressing gown hurriedly. Then he went out to look for his missing boyfriend. He asked Steward Paul and several staff members on the way, but no one had seen Fang...or the three furballs. Or Pax.

It was highly unusual for Fang to leave him alone. A foreboding feeling welled up in the pit of his stomach. The last time he'd felt like this, Fang had fallen off the roof and Ren had ended up with a fractured leg to save him.

Worried, Ren let his magic spread out over the house, glad that the residual magic he'd left on Fang was working properly. It didn't take him too much time to find his beloved and soon enough he knew exactly where Fang was.

Fang was in the garden, sitting under a tree with a lost expression on his face. Pax and the three furballs were playing around with balls nearby.

Ren heaved a sigh of relief and approached them.

"Hey," he said softly and sat down next to Fang. "What are you thinking about so seriously?"

Fang was startled. He looked at Ren in disbelief.

Ren smiled gently and rubbed Fang's hair affectionately.

Fang threw himself in Ren's arms and burst into tears.