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Title: Reverie
Author: EggDropSoup

Chapter 4: Fantasy

It was night time at Blood Pledge Castle and Yuuri was tucking his daughter in to bed. After struggling over Anissina's story books for a while he had given up, hoping that some idle chatter would keep his daughter occupied from thoughts of her other missing father. However, every time he'd try to dissuade her attention, Greta would ask about Wolfram again.

"First you go missing, and now Papa." Greta peered at him from the bed. Her face was pale and there were huge smudges under her eyes. "Was it something that I did?"

He smiled sadly and smoothed her hair back. "Of course, not. No one blames you, no one's mad at you."

Tears welled up in her eyes and she grasped the covers tightly. "Then why isn't Papa Wolfram here?"

"No," Yuuri said gently but firmly. "What's going on between Wolfram and I isn't your fault. I'm the one who drove him away. I did."

He could feel the guilt from earlier that day eating at him. He didn't know what to tell his daughter in regard to the conflict, but he blamed himself even more after seeing the sad expression on her face. She always valued the time she spent with both her fathers and had been looking forward to it after Yuuri's return.

Greta frowned, not quite understanding. "But...why?"

"Because I was too wimpy to admit to what I was feeling." He leaned over and tucked in the sheets around her securely.

"But, Daddy Yuuri... that can't be all, can it?"

"All right. Obviously, I don't understand everything yet." Feeling the fear flow through him like icy water, he took his daughter's hand and held it tightly in his own. "But I promise, Greta, I will understand. I'll talk with Wolfram. I'll make him listen to everything and..." His voice broke, and he wasn't sure he could continue.

But then he remembered how he'd felt seeing Wolfram's face, so full of pain and anger that he forced himself to say, "And I'll find a way to make things right again."

Just hearing the reassuring words seemed to calm her. The tears receded and Greta squeezed his hand comfortingly.

"Okay, Daddy Yuuri. If you say so."

Her eyelids drooped as she snuggled into the covers, her eyes fluttering shut as she drifted off into a sound sleep.

Yuuri slumped back into the chair by the bed. He'd been here for a few hours, and would probably come back several times during the night to check up on her

He stood up and stroked her hair again before bending over to snuff out the oil lamp. Wolfram was always the one to turn out the lights after tucking her in. He would always do it with a flick of the wrist, something Yuuri always envied.

Wolfram.

He needed to talk to Wolfram. At all costs.

Yuuri ambled through the castle halls, looking for any sign of his fiery fiancé. He was sure he'd checked everywhere at least a dozen times. None of the castle staff seemed to be of any help and every direction just led to another dead end. He sighed, cursing his misfortune. Why couldn't anything ever seem to work out for him?

He rounded a corner, deciding to check the veranda that connected to the music room. It was Wolfram's favorite brooding spot and Yuuri really had no other idea of where else he could find his friend. Along with their youngest brother, Conrad and Gwendal had also mysteriously gone missing after Lady Celi had returned, and Yuuri was at a loss of what to do.

Wolfram couldn't have left...could he? What if protocol made way for such things? What if his actions had compelled the blonde to decide to give up on him? Decided he no longer wanted him...

He felt a pang in his chest at that. Hoping against hope that he still had time, time to fix things and make them better. Time to tell Wolfram...

Tell Wolfram that he loved him.

In a blind panic, he felt his stride begin to quicken. And soon he was running down the halls, just inches away from the music room. Almost there, he opened the door, still caught up in the momentary flare of speed. He stepped out into the veranda and came to a halt when he caught sight of Wolfram's back, bowed over the railing and gazing up at the sky. He was so close...Just a few feet away.

For a moment he almost lost his nerve. Wolfram looked so distant and untouchable. Then he thought about the ex-prince he knew. The Wolfram who read stories to their daughter, the temper-mental blonde that called him a wimp. The Wolfram who loved him. The Wolfram that he loved.

"Wolfram, I'm sorry." He blurted out, stopping abruptly to moisten his lips with his tongue. "Please? Just hear me out."

Wolfram didn't even bother to turn around. "Stop it, Yuuri. There's nothing left to discuss."

Yuuri took a deep breath and moved forward, forcing himself to lay a hand on the other boy's arm, feeling him flinch. His friend's reaction momentarily stopped him, but Yuuri was determined to see this through. Wolfram deserved honesty. He needed to tell Wolfram the feelings in his heart. He needed to make Wolfram listen. To understand and accept his feelings, no matter how selfish they appeared to be. It was the only way to move forward.

Forward, not backward. They had to move forward.

"You've always been stubborn." He gave a shaky laugh as he retraced his arm, his voice faltering slightly. "But I guess that's one of the things that I love about you."

Wolfram slowly turned, his flesh still tingling from where Yuuri touched him. It was taking all his willpower to keep from dragging the other boy into his arms.

Instead he just looked at him with such penetrating intensity that Yuuri was momentarily stunned, caught off guard by the force of it. He had never felt so vulnerable. It was as if Wolfram could see right through him; see all his insecurities and doubts.

And though he was trembling, he forced himself to muster his courage and look right back at Wolfram. To meet his gaze head on. "You don't believe me?"

He didn't need to ask, Wolfram's skeptical expression said it all. But he had to try. He wanted to tell him, wanted to explain everything.

"You confuse love with pity."

"No." Yuuri put a hand to his cheek, saw the green eyes narrow fractionally and felt the muscles of Wolfram's jaw tense. So, the ex-prince wasn't as unmoved by his touch as he pretended to be. That knowledge alone gave Yuuri the courage to continue.

"About earlier on today... I didn't want things to turn out like that." He took in the hopeful expression Wolfram gave him. How those eyes fluttered in amazement and the apprehension went lax. "But in a way, I'm happy it did. Because of that, I was able to understand what I was feeling."

Wolfram's fingers curled around his wrist and held it a little away from him. "You want me to believe that you've suddenly come to the conclusion that you love me, Yuuri?"

"I'm sorry, Wolfram... I know that I haven't given you any reason to believe in me. But I do love you." He locked his eyes with Wolfram's, swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. "And there's no one else who could make me-can ever make me-feel this way."

Wolfram continued to hold his hand away, his eyes a blazing green. Studying him, taking in everything he had just said. And Yuuri feared for a moment that the blonde would turn away from him once again, leave him with a broken heart. He held his breath, afraid to even breathe.

Afraid to do anything but look at Wolfram.

For if he did, his world might crumble and shatter around him. So he waited, waited for whatever verdict Wolfram might declare.

After a long moment, the blonde shook his head. "It's just…It's just so damned sudden. I want to believe you, Yuuri. But-"

"There has to be something I can do to prove it to you." Desperation and panic were taking over, his mind going frantic as it raced. He had to make Wolfram believe. "Please, Wolfram. I'll...I'll do anything."

"Then kiss me." Wolfram's voice was so soft, he almost didn't hear it. "Kiss me. And then I'll believe you."

Wide dark eyes stared up at him in alarm. "I-I can't."

"And why not? Must I remind you that you just said "anything"?" Wolfram frowned down at him. "Or was that just another damned lie?"

"No!" He shook his head vigorously. "It's because if I kiss you...I...I don't know if... I'll want to stop."

"What?"

He had to say it. Everything was riding on that one confession.

"I saw you last night." He forced the words out, his face flaming. "I wasn't able to sleep and I went looking for you and saw...and afterwards I kept thinking about it. Kept thinking about you and when I heard you say my name I...I'd never wanted someone as much as I wanted you. At first I didn't understand it; I was so confused and afraid of what it might mean. But I'm tired of running away from it. I'm in love with you, Wolfram."

The confession knocked the wind out of him, leaving him both embarrassed and breathless. Yuuri had seen him, seen him doing that. And he wasn't disgusted. Yuuri had said he wanted him, loved him. He felt the hope and relief flood into his heart at knowing that the reason for Yuuri's earlier resistance and awkward behavior was really just his insecurities about admitting his feelings. But still he held back, unable to fully believe what he was hearing.

"You...love me?" He asked, needing to be sure.

"Yes." Yuuri's gaze was unwavering and when he reached for Wolfram, the blonde didn't move to push him away. "And I'm afraid that if I kiss you, I'll just-

"Then don't stop."

"Eh?"

Wolfram dragged him down roughly into his arms, his mouth covering his with a savageness that had them both gasping. "I want you, Yuuri."

And at those words, Yuuri knew there would be no holding back.

Yuuri's legs were braced on each side of the piano bench. His hands taking hold of Wolfram's hips, helping to balance him as the blonde eased down, resting on his thighs. There they were, flesh to flesh, in the moonlight. Their labored breathing being the only sounds emitted throughout the room.

Their clothes lay abandoned atop the grand piano's back lid, scattered messily in hopes to remove the barriers that prevented them from joining.

Wolfram's arms were wrapped around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he returned Yuuri's kisses with head-spinning fervor.

Yuuri felt delighted in the quick, trembling thrills each time his tongue met Wolfram's. Soft, warm, and wet. Each taste left him reeling, wanting more.

He could feel himself melting under Wolfram's body. Becoming aware of so many things he'd never felt before. The feel of the ex-prince's soft skin against his own and the way it heated at his touch. The way Wolfram's scent clung to him, ripe and powerful. Like a drug that caused his heart to pound faster. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer. He wanted to lose himself in Wolfram. The urgency to claim the beautiful creature before him drove all else from his mind. He struggled against the madness, even as he brought his mouth to Wolfram's throat.

"Yuuri..." Wolfram gasped and clutched at him harder, allowing the teasing mouth to nip and suck.

Lower and lower the mouth traveled until it reached the pale chest. Yuuri's mouth captured one hard bud, kissing, tasting, and nipping. The flesh of it reddened and he pulled away, moving to the other.

Wolfram's hands were at his shoulders, the nails biting into the skin. His fiancé's body was quivering in decadence.

Yuuri could feel himself becoming fully alive, responding to each change in the body that straddled his waist. Every soft gasp of breath and touch of bare skin only served to further strengthen his arousal. No fantasy, no matter how vivid could compare to this. This type of satisfaction was different, a kind of erotic pleasure that he hadn't known was in him.

Leaning up, he took Wolfram's mouth again and kissed him hard as their hips rocked.

Wolfram's heart was pounding, as he bowed his body to Yuuri's, aching for his hands, the hands that traveled over his chest, running lower to his ribs.

He had waited for this, waited so long. He was afraid that if Yuuri stopped touching him, stopped kissing him that the need would overtake him.

Yuuri's tongue ran along the roof of his mouth, emitting a loud moan. The hands moved further down, skimming over his arms and elbows to take hold of Wolfram's waist, positioning the blonde over his cock.

As he entered him, Yuuri heard a little gasp of shock.

"Wolfram? I'm sorry. I-" Panicking, he started to pull back, afraid that his blunder had seriously hurt his fiancé.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Wolfram said quickly, pulling him close as he lowered himself further onto Yuuri, drawing him even deeper. "I was just surprised."

Yuuri gave him a skeptical look before sucking in a breath at the sudden tightness that closed around him. It felt so good, the heat that enveloped him like a vice. He wanted so much to thrust upward, to immerse himself further.

Wolfram began to move and whatever protest Yuuri was about to make was lost.

They climbed together, their bodies throbbing pleasantly. With each thrust Yuuri made, Wolfram seemed to meet him with a vigor all his own, his body trembling with excitement as he propelled himself forward.

Yuuri loved the way Wolfram looked, steeped in pleasure, his lips moist and swollen from kisses. The body above his aching and desperate for release. He felt his own thrusts begin to quicken, meeting Wolfram's with a kind of voracious longing.

Their patterns becoming less calculated and more wild, instinctual. And when Wolfram leaned back, his body arching in release, Yuuri was quick to join him. Arms wrapped around each other as they took that final leap and for a moment time stood still.

Wolfram collapsed on top of him heavily, the blonde head resting on his shoulder. They were both tired and sweaty, their breathing ragged as they waited for their bodies to wind down.

Yuuri supported him, holding him steady and pressed a kiss into his hair. Watching as Wolfram's body began to go flaccid from exhaustion. Originally, when the young king had returned he didn't know that things would turn out quite like this.

What started out as an accident, add in a number of misunderstandings, ended up with him getting the push he needed to come to terms with his feelings. He smiled down at the dozing blonde in his arms, adjusting his hold so that Wolfram could be more comfortable.

He was sure that from now on things would only continue to be better.

"Anissina, I really don't have the time for this." Gwendal growled, ducking away from under the woman's outstretched arms when she attempted to sneak the weird looking contraption onto his head. Assuming he wasn't looking.

So far, that morning hadn't gone as planned. The King and his youngest brother hadn't shown up for breakfast or to their duties. As a result, he was stuck with tackling the royal paperwork. The hands that held the royal documents twitched, wanting to knit something. Something cute and fluffy...

"Come now, Gwendal. It'll only be for just a moment," Anissina huffed indignantly, not happy that he was resisting her. "Show-Me-What-You're-Thinking-Kun is very useful. Imagine just how easy it would-"

"I will not!" He yelled back, slamming a stack of papers down in frustration. Why couldn't she just leave him alone for once? "Enough is enough, Anissina. I have too much to do to bother with your foolishness."

"Foolishness?" She parroted back, angry that he would even suggest such a thing. "My inventions are genius! Gwendal, so help me, I'll-"

"Um...?"

"WHAT?" They both spun around, casting angry glares onto the poor soul that had intruded upon their argument

"I-I'm sorry...I...I was just wondering if you'd seen either Papa Wolfram or Daddy Yuuri." Greta swallowed thickly, nearly in tears because of the enraged expressions directed her way.

Both demons, having realized their error, surrounded the crying princess and offered their solace.

"We're sorry, Greta." Anissina said kindly, patting the little girl's head with her long fingers. "Gwendal and I were fighting and we shouldn't have taken it out on you."

Feeling equally as remorseful Gwendal moved closer, asking her in a hushed tone, "Was there something you needed?"

Greta had finally calmed down, but her expression wasn't any less upset. "I'm worried. Daddy said he'd find Papa and talk to him, but I haven't seen them at all since yesterday. What if...what if something bad happened?"

Her composure broke again and she moved to hug Anissina around the waist. Burying her face into the woman's skirt, she felt more tears threatening to fall.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that." The Great Sage said from the doorway, causing them to suddenly look up.

"Your Eminence?" Anissina asked, not sure if she should trust him. The double black was notorious for harboring hidden objectives. "Do you know something about this?"

"Well, I don't know as much as I've heard...but...It's just a feeling, I have." He said smiling mischievously as he pushed off from the door frame. "Don't you worry, everything will be fine."

And with that he turned away, whistling down the hall, leaving a disgruntled Gwendal, an amused yet skeptical Anissina, and a confused Greta in his wake.

The bright sunlight glaring through the windows of the music room made Wolfram blink and squint. He lifted a hand to shade his eyes. They were on the floor, lying on top of the outstretched jackets they'd put together as a makeshift bed.

He felt golden, wonderful, and for the first time in his memory, more complete than he ever had been before. Yuuri was in his arms, laying lazily, the dark head nuzzled between his neck and shoulder. Wolfram smiled as he ran his fingers through Yuuri's hair, his actions rewarded with the other boy snuggling closer.

"How do you feel?" The muffled voice against his throat asked.

"I feel warm." Wolfram told him. "I've never felt so warm before."

Yuuri shifted, loosening himself from the embrace to sit up and look at him. Wolfram's body was flushed; his hair mused and tangled against the blue military jacket. His eyes were so green, so happy that Yuuri grinned down at him before skimming his lips over Wolfram's throat, his mouth. He moved his body off of Wolfram's, curling up beside him.

He ran a finger tip down the blonde's arm, the white skin soft as silk.

"Wolfram?"

"Hmm?" The ex-prince turned to look at him, stifling a yawn.

"The wedding," Yuuri smiled at him, full of love, full of light. A small part of himself becoming pleased as Wolfram blinked up at him, the wheels of his mind turning with recognition.

"How do you feel about having it in spring?"

End.

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