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Chapter 17: A way to wake.

An hour had passed and the double black felt restless. He had tried to distract himself from the warm presence beside him, but more and more he found his eyes cheating on the novel in front of them with the blond hair, and now the gentle hand that had casually and comfortably curled around him. It had been almost twenty minutes now since the unconscious prince started to curl himself innocently – and unknowingly - around his king. Yet Yuuri still felt the deafening of his heart beat in his ears. Not to mention he was sure he was blushing.

The room was lit by the soft glow of two candles on the bedside table next Yuuri's side of the bed. It was just bright enough for him to read, yet not bright enough to light the corners of the grand royal room.

It was strange to Yuuri that outside of this room he knew the castle's occupants were like busy worker bees, trying to figure out what had happened only a few days ago, as well as reviewing all security checks around the kingdom.

A part of him felt guilty that he wasn't also out there helping, but the other part of him secretly - although perhaps not that secret to some - was grateful to be allowed to keep an eye on Wolfram while he was in this state.

He felt a leg not his own move to pass over his right leg and nestle between the small gap between his legs. His left hand had already lowered the novel to rest on the little space he had on the other side of him, as his eyes gave up on the battle to stay faithful to the novel.

His breath silenced for what felt like eternity as the blonde demon took a large and unexpected breath in. Then as if it was completely normal and natural of him, he tightened his grip around Yuuri, reaching his right arm to pull the other closer, his right leg to squeeze tighter, pulling the other that fraction closer to snuggle his head further against the other's side - as if Yuuri was but a pillow to mould himself to.

Instinctively Yuuri's hands drew up. He felt like stone once again. Yet the kind that had been sitting in the blazing sun for hours - left there to heat every ounce of it. Sweat glided down his face with a mixture of anticipation and utter terror.

Voices inside of his head spoke all too quickly. Each one of them spoke of deny, pleasure, horror, guilt, and shame. One particularly - and well known to him told him to get up and run. To deny and never look back at the unspoken, sinful scene in his bed.

Yet as hot breaths melted his side, his stomach craved more heat. A pit lower and lower to a place just above the foreign, pale, exposed, knee resting where it should not, stirred with a louder call.

That aside, his arms chose to neither take nor run. Instead they took their place to rest, one below the exposed shoulder (not wanting to soil the soft skin that he had no claim over) to the middle back of the sleeping prince. While the other lightly held the fore-arm resting on his stomach.

A smile as gentle and secretive as a moon flower that only blooms in the moonlight spread across Yuuri's lips.

This scene was not new to him- he couldn't count the number of times they had woken in compromising positions while sharing the same bed. Yet it was still an intriguing and terrifying experience. A part of him knew it was silly to feel this way – to be confused, scared and at peace all at the same time, but without much thought he had decided not to run anyway. He was tired from battling with himself and those strange, confusing emotions inside, instead he allowed himself to act without thought.

"Mmm…" Sound escaped the sleeping demon's mouth.

Ba-dam, Yuuri's heart whispered.

Mumbling, Wolfram sleep talked, "Mm…don't leave… not, fair… Mackenzie not… again… Mac-k!" Suddenly, jerking the green-eyed prince woke.

Yuuri's body tensed and he let out a small cry as Wolfram's hands gripped tight around him, digging his nails into Yuuri's side.

All that they could hear was the loud pumping of their hearts as Wolfram took in his surroundings.

"Wolfram…?" He didn't know what else to say. He had been waiting almost two days for the man to wake, however now that he had, and was so clearly distressed, Yuuri felt dread take a hold of him, warning him to not make any sudden movements.

Confusion was a hazy cloud blocking all thought from Wolfram. The first thing he noticed was the warmth. He felt cosy, comfortable and mostly relaxed. He felt his hands lessen their grip as he took a breath in. His eyes were clouded over and it was taking some time for them to adjust to his surroundings. He slowly moved his fingers and noticed the smooth texture under them. He felt the heat sink through his cheek and mindlessly enjoyed the confusing bliss.

That was until he heard it. Heard the voice that plagued his dreams and pulled at his heart strings.

His eyes open wide, his body still, as he felt the gentle rise and fall of the other man's chest. It was blurry, but he could now make out the creamy white skin lit by the little candle light. His eyes slowly moved up and down noticing his own exposed leg draped across the blue pyjama pants, and his arm carelessly embracing the creaming white skin. His head lifted slowly, and his eyes wide, dared to look up at the face staring down at him.

"Wolfram? How are you feeling?" A soft voice and small smile spoke again.

Kind eyes were not seen by the emerald ones as, as quick as cat avoiding unwanted affection, Wolfram jumped up and away from Yuuri.

"Wolfram! Careful!" Yuuri cried at the sudden movement.

One leg tangled in the sheets awkwardly sent Wolfram backwards and into the far-right bedpost.

"Ouch!" He said, as his arms reached out to grab a hold of something for balance.

Before dizziness took a hold of Wolfram again and sent him flying over the bed, Yuuri was quick to pounce forward and grab Wolfram's outstretched arms.

Wolfram's eyes had closed for impact, but that never came. He opened his eyes finding them staring at the hot hands tightly gripping on his arms. His breath caught, his heart was pounding uncontrollably and his mind was still dizzy from his deep sleep and the effects of the drugs.

His eyes moved down to his legs, one that was still caught up in the blankets and the other bent high in the air. His face turned a crimson red as he saw his dark navy blue underwear exposed. His chest tightened and with a scream Wolfram's free leg reflectively kicked out, forcing the young king to let go and fall backwards onto the bed.

All that the blonde prince knew was that he was in trouble. He wasn't allowed to be here, not in this position, not wherever it is he was. It was torture and his heart screamed for more and less. He knew he wasn't the type to walk into an open flame, yet here he was, soaking in the warmth of the hot fire. What had happened, why was he here like this?

"Wolfram! Wait!" Yuuri screamed out.

It was too late. In the space of a few seconds, Wolfram had managed to free his leg from the blankets, pull down his nightgown and race for the bedroom door.

He heaved the double doors open without any grace or consideration, allowing the doors to slam against the walls. The light from the hallways bombarded his eyes, forcing his arms up in defence of it. He forced his eyes open as he willed his body forward to only end up bumping into a large force before him.

"Wolfram?" A startled voice spoke. Large hands gripped either side of the demon steadying him.

Yuuri raced out of the room after him, only stopping to find Conrad holding onto the run-away demon.

"Conrad! Thank Shinou, he just freaked out and ran."

"Yuuri…" Conrad replied, looking up from his little brother to see a panting half-naked king, "I was just coming to check on you two. It seems I have good timing."

"No kidding." Yuuri replied.

Either side of the door stood a royal guard, both were unable to supress their shock from the commotion. It had been some time since they experienced drama like this from the third prince, and if they weren't worried about his recovery then perhaps they would have found amusement from the display. However like the respectable and well-trained soldiers they were, they were quick to regain composure and blend back into the background. They glanced at their king, waiting for orders. Yuuri singled for one to alert Gwendal about the situation.

"Conrad…?" Wolfram said in a soft voice. His head was low, his eyes blinking to adjust to the light, and his hands went to grip his brother's brown uniform.

Conrad looked back towards his brother, his eyes searching the blonde's face while his right hand let go of his shoulder and pressed against Wolfram's forehead.

"It's me, you're alright, calm down." He said softly.

Wolfram lifted his head and forced his eyes on his brother's face.

"Brother, what happened…? I feel… heavy. Like, I've…" he stopped himself and moved his eyes away from Conrad's. His hands loosened their grip and dropped to either side of him, 'like I've taken drugs…' he thought.

"You don't remember?" Yuuri said.

Wolfram shock his head slightly, "I don't know, it's all a daze right now. I think there was… rain?"

"Well, yes, there was rain too. You are a hero Wolfram, you saved our people from going to war, not to mention a lots of innocent lives. Yuuri was in trouble and you used Binding Sight on him - recklessly I might add, we are going to have to have a conversation about that later. We were extremely worried, but you've pulled through so that's all that matters." Conrad said with relief in his voice. Then, forgetting his standing and consideration of the other, he pulled the younger demon into a hug. "I was so worried. Don't ever do that again."

"Conrad?!" Wolfram said with a blush on his face. It wasn't like them to show affection, and if they ever did they most certainly never showed it in front of others.

"I know…" he said weakly as he squeezed tighter, closed his eyes and buried his head in Wolfram's neck. "But just let me hold my little brother, you can consider it punishment for scaring us like that…"

Startled Wolfram didn't resist, he didn't really have the strength to anyway. Instead he gripped the sides of Conrad's jacket - not quite willing to show his affection so easily by embracing the other fully, yet instinctively wanting to comply with his brother's wishes. Softly he winged, "…I'm not little…stupid."

He didn't have enough time to fully process what he had heard before fast and bold footsteps made themselves known, as Gwendal made his entrance.

"Wolfram?" He called, in a firm voice.

Conrad withdrew and moved to Wolfram's side, while keeping a hand on his left shoulder to keep him steady.

"Brother?"

"You're awake, good." He stated, stopping a meter away.

"Yes…"

"That's good."

Awkwardly they looked at each other, hoping the other would decide how they were going to handle this interaction.

Yuuri looked from one to the other with confusion, but before he could say something he caught a look from Conrad that said to wait.

After another painful second or two of silence, Wolfram broke and starred at his brother's feet- a nervous habit he picked up as a child, "Conrad already punished me, so I guess if you have to too then I will allow it, but only this once."

"Punished…?" He replied with confusion. He glanced at Conrad.

"A hug." All three brothers cringed a little inside hearing that word. Yuuri, on the other hand tried his hardest to supress his amusement from the situation. He did awfully enjoy the rare occasion they were all lost for words and have a cute-awkward-family moment.

"Oh, I see. Very well, then." Gwendal replied in his typical-formal voice - only those closest to him could hear the relief and kindness in there.

He moved forward and pulled the other into a hug. For all their awkwardness Gwendal found it natural to show his affection though contact instead of words. He felt relief having his brother close, hearing his breaths and feeling his warm-moving body. Every now and then images of the blonde's cold, still, and unbearably quiet body return to him, reminding him of the time they did lose him, and the pain of almost believing it was permanent.

That memory became more persistent when he had heard what had happened. Especially when he saw Wolfram's unconscious body being carried into the royal chamber. He had barely closed his eyes since then - he couldn't bare to have those dreams again, not until he knew for sure Wolfram was okay.

Wolfram closed his eyes and yet again, surrendered to the will of one of his brothers. He was awkward receiving affection from them, yet he had always cherished these moments. As much as he tried to tell himself otherwise while growing up, deep down he got some relief from all his pain while he allowed himself to just be in the moment with them.

"We are going to have to have a talk about your methods for solving these types of issues. I'm not saying you didn't do the right thing, you did. It's just, in the future you have more consideration for your own safety. No more reckless moves, understood?" Gwendal said.

"Wolfram?" He said again after a moment of silence.

"I understand, however I can't make that prom-..."

Gripping onto Gwendal's shirt, Wolfram's knees gave way. Gwendal was quick to steady him. He said, "Hey, careful now. Don't push it, you're still not fully recovered, you should go back and rest."

"Just come back to bed, I'll keep an eye on you." Yuuri added, with a warm voice and surprisingly straight face.

A sudden bolt of energy seized through Wolfram as he responded, "Hell no! I'm not going back in there! I'm perfectly fine now!"

"Right… but, you don't look so well, so just in case it's best to do as Yuuri says. We will get Gisela to come take a look at you. So why don't you-" Gwendal replied.

In a frantic breath and accusing finger pointed at Yuuri, Wolfram interrupted, "I can't, it's not appropriate, you're the Maou. Start acting like one!"

"Um, don't take this the wrong way Wolf, but I don't think appropriate really applies to us anymore. I've slept next to you too many times to count, and I'm sure rumours of us…" he took a breath in, he couldn't believe he was saying it, "-cuddling have already spread around the castle, so just don't worry about it anymore, okay?"

Wolfram's face was a dark shade of red and his head was pounding. Ignoring Yuuri, he turned his head back towards his brothers,

"But look at him, I can't go in there…his's half-naked! And what's with that hair!"

"I'm right here…" Yuuri mumbled. He then reached up to tighten the loose ponytail he now sported. It was messy and strands found their way through the conferment of the hair-tie; it was a high ponytail with his hair reaching the middle of his back.

"His Majesty's hair grew out during the ordeal and we have yet the chance to cut it. And…" he said, giving Yuuri a confused look, "why are you half-naked?"

Yuuri looked at each one of demon's faces, they were a mixture of shock, confusion and suspicion.

"What! No! Why are you guys always looking at me like that… you know, on Earth it's perfectly normal for guys to sleep without a top. Besides, that is your fault for being so hot, I mean, warm – temperature - dammit!" He said flustered.

He took another breath, "it was just very warm next to this fire demon here. Gisela said to keep the blankets on though, as he had to stay ho-warm, but I didn't want to restrict him by sleeping on top of the blankets, so I thought I should just take off my top. Nothing weird-honestly. You guys are the worst sometimes, you know."

Content with Yuuri's answer, the older demons turned their eyes back to focus on their little brother. Wolfram eyed Yuuri, he was still feeling dizzy, but as far as he was concerned he still had his pride to consider. At least, what was left of it, he thought.

Wolfram's vision was still a bit blurry, yet lying, he said, "I'm fine. I just… got up too fast!"

Yuuri narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the other up and down, he replied, "Alright then, if you can walk to me without stumbling, or using anything-or anyone for support, and everyone here agrees that it wasn't just some fluke. Then I will believe you and you may leave. If not, then you have to stay in this room, resting, so I can keep an eye on you. Deal?"

Both Conrad and Gwendal nodded their heads in agreement.

A part deep inside of Wolfram's gut knew that it was a bad idea, yet it was the only option he had, he replied, "fine, deal."

Letting go of his brother, Wolfram took a step towards Yuuri.

"Wait" Yuuri said putting his hand up. Wolfram gave him a confused look, "you didn't think it would be that easy, did you? Three steps is not enough to prove that you are okay."

Yuuri grinned and walked backwards into his room to the other side, standing before one of the grand windows. He briefly turned around, pushed open the curtains enough so he could creak open the window. He had wanted to do that for a while now, as he felt the room was becoming stuffy (before he was too afraid to move away from the sleeping prince). "Here is good, you can start walking now, unless you feel you're not up to it. In that case I will help you into bed."

Wolfram gritted his teeth in anger. This little deal just got a whole lot harder, for someone who could barely see a few meters in front of him that is. "Good, great. No problem."

Both brothers were quick to enter the room and stand to the left wall opposite the royal bed, so that they were able to judge Wolfram without getting in his way.

Wolfram stood there for another moment staring ahead - still sporting an angered face.

"Wolfram, are you sure about this?" Said Conrad, with a supportive, but weak smile.

"Wolfram! What are you doing?!" A flash of Conrad's fearful voice and worried face flickered before him.

The prince's angered face quickly faded, his eyes staring ahead.

"Wolf?" Yuuri called.

Snapping back to the moment, Wolfram took a breath in and pushed forward. "I'm fine. I'm coming, just… wait…"

"YUURI! JUST HANG ON!" His own voice echoed though his ears.

His body felt heavy. His legs almost dragging across the floor as he slowly progressed past the entrance and further and further into the room.

Light flicked before his eyes. Dark, warm orange light from the candles lit the royal room full of dark wood, red, blues and blacks, while changing to bright white, greys and a black silhouette.

A small breeze from the window lightly reaches Wolfram as he makes his way to the middle of the room. It rustles his nightgown and his skin suddenly feels pressure weigh him down.

"WOLF! STOP!" A fuzzy voice calls out in his mind, showing that dark silhouette getting closer and closer.

"Stop, please, Wolfram. I can't control this… don't come any further."

His heart speeds up and fear begins to grip him. Memories were beginning to surface - the pain, worry and desperation dancing around inside.

"PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU" Yuuri's desperate voice screamed in his ears, piecing right through to Wolfram's core.

"…before I hurt you…please…run."

Wolfram's eyes were wide, his feet slowing down as he passes the half-way mark of the room. His brothers watched him with unsettled stomachs and worried hearts.

"Yuuri, it's okay. I'm going to make it better- you just need to trust me. Do you think you can do that?"

His chest hurts. His fingers clenching beside him as if he has to muster up the courage to do it all again, yet this was a memory - he only needed enough to remember.

Yuuri's watchful eyes didn't miss anything. He could see that something wasn't right, that perhaps Wolfram wasn't as fine as he had claimed and that something was weighing his mind.

"Please don't hate me for this…" His voice sounded small, weak, but painfully real as Wolfram heard it ring through his mind.

"Wolf…?" He cringes at the innocence in the other demon's voice - he was surprised that -that wasn't enough to stop him from proceeding further.

Wolfram stops just in reach of the other. His eyes stared at the black silhouette face and hair gently swaying in the cool breeze. It flashes back and forth to the memory of him in violent wind and rain back in Big Cimaron.

"Wolf?" Yuuri said in concern. He was mesmerised by the distant eyes that seemed to stare right though him. Wolfram had almost made it to Yuuri, yet it was clear to everyone that he wasn't recovered enough to be left alone.

Wolfram fails to hear Yuuri call his name. Instead he feels determination gripping his chest and relief when reaching his king.

He remembers a cold liquid running down his throat. The silence standing between their lips. The rain soaking his uniform, and hiding his tears.

The way those beautiful dark serpent eyes that he avoided, shined with the embodiment of their demon power. The way they watched and tore through him. The call from his nervous -guilty gut because of it.

He can feel his tongue acting out of necessity - never wanting to be greedy, never wanting to test the waters that were forbidden to him.

Yet, as his system synced to the other's he remembers his will caving to the other's over powering emotions.

He feels the panic at the unexpected lust that demanded a deeper kiss - the fright when he didn't fight back.

The need, want and desire spreading past his king's lips, sinking through his king's fingers filling his sacrificial body.

He feels light, just like the last moment in the rain under the grey clouds across the ocean. His body feels the weight of gravity calling out to him once more. His eyes unable to keep focus on either the present or past, instead finding refuge to the blackness of his eyelids.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri cried, as he finished the last steps between him and caught Wolfram before he made impact with the ground.

Green emerald eyes struggle to make one last attempt to stay open - they see panicked dark black eyes close in on him before closing once again.

Wolfram felt heavy in Yuuri's arms. It was frightening to watch someone dear stand so proudly one minute, then the next, to see them fall hopelessly to the ground.

Yuuri's right arm supported Wolfram's upper back, then, with the other he gently lowered the rest of him to the ground. Within a moment the other demons crossed the room and kneeled beside their brother. Conrad quickly called the guards to get Gisela then proceeded to check his brother's pulse.

Releasing his breath, Conrad said, "He's okay. He must have fainted."

"The idiot, I told him to rest." Gwendal added, with a hint of relief.

Yuuri's grip tightened around Wolfram. His left arm reached under Wolfram's knees readying to carry him back to bed. His eyes never once leaving his face, and his month desperately trying to stay shut - as he was afraid if he opened it then the large lump in his throat might betray him.

As he lifted Wolfram, Conrad quickly said, "Yuuri, I'll carry him for you."

Yuuri briefly looked up at Conrad, then towards the bed, shaking his head slightly before proceeding forward.

The brothers watched for the second time as their king took responsibility for their younger brother. Both feeling somewhat misplaced and unneeded, yet not resentful for it.

Gwendal (not wanting to be completely useless) rushed forward and pulled back the blankets and fixed the pillows to allow room for Wolfram.

"Thanks…" Yuuri said, in a small voice, and with a brief small smile. Then he placed Wolfram down and pulled the covers over him.

Conrad moved to the other side of the bed. Gwendal and Yuuri were standing side by side opposite to him- all eyes now on the resting demon.

A few moments of silences passed - it seemed strange to them after arguing with the loud prince only minutes before hand.

"Why do you always have to be so stubborn?" Yuuri whispered, startling each brother out of their thoughts.

They both looked up at their king, finding Yuuri still staring down at their brother, holding a small smile. Then he shut his eyes and laughed. Gwendal and Conrad glanced at each other before sharing in a small laugh with him. It wasn't quite a 'true laugh' but it was one that released the tension and brought everyone out of their own, sobering thoughts.

Thoughts? Review? I'm not sure if I liked the end, it's a bit weak, I almost wasn't going to upload it, but I thought I was just being picky haha

ALSO CHECK THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS - DID YOU MISS ANY - IT BUGGED ME A LOT THE LAST UPLOAD! haha... I have reminded you enough now... Hopefully I will update soon!
I am two more chapters and Yuuri will drag Wolf to Earth! Next chapter Wolf has an unwanted encounter with a blue-haired demon and things get a bit heated (Sasha from the start if you don't remember haha) it's kind of small, but hopefully you like it! I will probably upload those together as well, as the one after that is really small... or if I am in a good mood I will have three chapters for you next upload:) x