Disclaimer: I own a blender, but not KKM. :( I wouldn't mind trading though!

Title: Reverie
Author: EggDropSoup

Chapter 1: Vision

A hand ghosted down his chest, stopping to tweak at a pert nipple. He cried out, his lips parting lightly as those fingers wrapped around the heat building between his thighs. He whined desperately at the sensation, "Yuuri, please!"

"What's that, Wolf?" Yuuri's voice was at his ear. "I didn't hear you."

A slow, deliberate pumping of the hand spoke otherwise and Wolfram gave a desperate moan of pleasure, "Please! I…More!"

"So demanding," Yuuri teased, as those fingers dragged languidly up and down, pausing briefly to slide across the slit.

Wolfram whimpered as those clever hands drove him higher and higher, until he thought he'd go mad with need.

"Amazing," Wolfram was barely aware of what Yuuri was saying, as his vision began to blur. "It's already become like this."

Dribbles of pre-cum spilled between Yuuri's fingers and Wolfram's breathing labored as unbearable waves of pleasure washed over his body. He gave out a loud moan, his eyes heavy-lidded with passion, as he thrust his hips into that strong hand.

Despite the chill in the room, heat rose up, clogging his throat and threatening to choke him. "Yuuri…I-I…" Words were lost to him. He'd never known a need this powerful. A desire so overwhelming, it seemed to take over his will.

"You're beautiful, Wolfram." Yuuri's voice murmured to him as those hands continued to move faster, making him climb higher.

"I love you." The words were torn from his lips as he felt himself hurtling out of control. He could feel the warmth pulsing chaotically in his lower stomach. "Only you, Yuuri." Wolfram's body began to shake and spasm as the warmth spread out into his entire body. And in a moment his back arched and stiffened at his release.

Breathless and dizzy, Wolfram leaned back into Yuuri's chest, angling his head to rest on the strong shoulder as his feet tangled in the sheets. His breathing was ragged and his body was slick with the sheen of sweat.

"So how was it?" The familiar voice of his brother's childhood friend brought him back to reality.

"Anissina?"

He raised a hand to the left of the apparatus encasing his head and with a press of a button the scenery of the royal bed chamber disappeared. He removed the helmet from his head and took in his surroundings. In its place was his old barracks that he had abandoned since becoming engaged and facing him was a very self-satisfied Anissina, who was looking down at his naked…

Naked?!

"Ah!" Mortified, Wolfram grabbed at the sheets, hoping to bury himself there and never come out.

"Oh please." Anissina rolled her eyes at the lump on the bed. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. And I distinctly remember you going through a phase at twenty where you showed your *bleep* to everyone. Poor Gwendal had a nervous breakdown and was knitting kitty-cat dolls for a month!"

"Big brother…" She raised an eyebrow at the muffled voice under the pile of bed covers. "You won't tell him about this will you?" A green eye peaked out and she was reminded of the many summers she had covered for him when he was sneaking cookies as a child.

"No, I won't." Anissina assured him. "If he were to find out I used this on his baby brother, he'd definitely ban my inventions from the castle." She tapped an index finger to her lips thoughtfully before turning her gaze back at him.

"Speaking of which, we had a deal." She pulled out a small notebook from her skirt pocket as she sat at the desk next to the bed and picked up a quill. "I let you try Sweet Dreams-kun and you tell me about the effects."

Wolfram emerged from the heap of sheets. His face colored slightly but even when embarrassed Wolfram tried to not let his insecurities show. "It was okay," he scoffed and raised his nose into the air.

Anissina's mouth quirked upward as she took notes. "Just 'okay'?"

Wolfram's whole face flushed and his jaw tightened before swallowing the lump in his throat.

"I don't know."

She paused in her writing and regarded her test subject. "Can you try describing it?"

"There were parts of it that were powerful but…" His shoulders went rigid and his face turned down in a deep frown.

Anissina continued to scribble, keeping her observations to herself. "But?"

"You're beautiful, Wolfram." Yuuri's voice murmured to him as those hands continued to move faster, making him climb higher.

"Yuuri wouldn't say those things."

She stopped to look at him, and sighing, put back the quill in its holder. "I guess it's a failure then."

Anissina stood up and Wolfram watched her out of the corner of his eye, "Failure?"

"Yes, a complete and absolute failure." Catching the confused look on his face, she elaborated, "Even though the dream experienced was powerful, the purpose of the invention was to be realistic." She explained. "It should have been exactly like the real thing."

She sighed as she gathered up her notes and her invention. "Maybe the range of effects had to do with the strength of the power exerted? You have strong magical abilities…but not the best control over it. Your brother has excellent control over his."

"My brother," Wolfram's ears perked up at her mentioning Gwendal a second time. "Anissina, do you love-"

"Ah, Ah, Ah!" She wiggled a finger at him. "You have your secrets, Wolfram, and I have my own."

Wolfram visibly deflated, feeling embarrassed for asking about something that wasn't his affair.

"Sorry."

"It's alright." She reassured him, leaning down to place a hand on his shoulder, gently. "Now get some rest. His Majesty will be returning from visiting his family on Earth tomorrow. You'll want to wake up early to greet him."

"Yes."

Satisfied with her answer, Anissina made her way to the door. But before she could turn the handle, Wolfram's voice called out to her, "Anissina."

"Hmm?"

Wolfram bit his lip, questioning whether or not to voice his thoughts. In the end, he raised his eyes to make contact with hers. And the desperation in his expression startled her, "Can I… use it again? Just one more time?"

She glanced from him to her invention. "I guess one more time with Sweet Dreams-kun wouldn't hurt, but keep in mind, the experience isn't real." She walked back towards the bed and placed the helmet beside him.

"Good night, Wolfram." And with that she was gone.

Wolfram picked up the helmet and looked at it pensively. He knew it wasn't real. Yuuri would never touch or hold him like that. His heart had known it all along, but the powerful moment was still enough to stop the aching of his heart. For just a moment he wanted to forget. To embrace the feeling and surrender to the primal feelings that would overtake him.

He lifted the helmet and placed it on his head, and with a switch of the button he was back in his dreams.

"What's wrong, Wolf?" Yuuri's voice asked him and Wolfram was assaulted with the sensation of hands lightly tickling his sides.

"Nothing." He wondered why he was bothering to answer, "Nothing, wimp."

"Don't worry; I'll make you feel better." Yuuri's voice was lower this time and the sultry tone made him shiver with arousal.

Wolfram knew this wasn't real, but he could believe and he could hope. In this moment nothing mattered. The only thing that did was Yuuri's voice and the hands that made his overly sensitive skin come alive.

For this moment, that was enough.

To be continued...

Additional Notes:

This story is all Lisa's fault. I was supposed to be working on YNM fan fiction, but we got into a conversation over AIM about the KKM fandom and the words inventions, Wolfram, Anissina, virtual reality, and then it all clicked. XD

I'm curious to see if people actually caught on to it being a virtual simulation type thing? I was hoping to catch the reader off guard, but since mystery or angst isn't something I'm very good with, it was hard to incorporate the feelings I wanted to express. I just hope the characters weren't too OOC!

Special thanks to aretea and puppy_sariel from live journal who helped beta and edit this. :)