You're Not Here

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Warning: graphic sexuality

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You're Not Here Chapter Six – I'm Not Here

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He woke to warm sunlight and soft sheets.

He slowly opened bleary eyes and moaned as he regained consciousness. His body felt heavy and slightly numb - like they weren't his. He propped himself up on his elbows to survey his surroundings.

The room was sparse but neat. The only other furniture besides the bed was a desk and vanity table shoved in one corner. Sunlight streamed through gauzy curtains over a huge window that overlooked a yard.

He tried to recall the night's previous events, but he could only see white…and red. His head was stuffy and sore, and his mouth held a strange metallic taste. But he had no memory of last night…or any night.

He didn't know who he was. He didn't know where he came from or why he was here in this little room. He didn't know why he felt strangely calm and satisfied, like he had done something great but had no idea what it was.

He searched his mind further and a single image popped into his mind. A pair of dark eyes. Beautiful dark eyes framed by equally dark hair. Pallid skin and whimpered words. Smelled of dust and mildew. Dark places, dark shapes. A toothy smile. Then nothing.

He frowned when he was unable to conjure up more memories. He sat up further in his bed, the sheet sliding down to reveal his nakedness. He didn't care. The room was warm and cozy, and he was alone, he didn't need clothes.

He looked around the room. Not like he could find any.

He stood up on shaky legs, teetered for just a second before he gained his balance and walked to the window. He pulled back the curtains to look into the front yard.

Apparently, he was on the second floor of a small cottage in the middle of the woods. He could see the bright green leaves of summer dotted by stray wild flowers. The grass grew in patches interrupted by a rock or disrupted mounds of dirt that Wolfram couldn't quite understand. The dirt mounds were large and arranged just outside the house only a few yards away. They looked fresh and were placed in a neat row by the forest edge. Further away, near the edge of the woods, there was the largest dirt mound of them all, three times the size of the others, and even fresher.

He continued to stare at the dirt hills, wondering their origin when the door he hadn't noticed before opened slowly.

He turned around to see a beautiful young man with black hair and eyes stroll into the room with a warm smile.

"Well, good morning," The dark man said, smile widening. He joined him by the window. "How are you feeling?"

He hesitated for a moment. Did he know how to speak? He couldn't remember. He must know something since he could understand the handsome stranger. He opened his mouth and formed into shaky words.

"I'm….good…" He whispered. "And you?"

His words seemed to amuse the dark man for he gave a small chuckle and reached out to pet his hair. "I am fine." He said with amused affection.

"Good." He said and returned to looking out the window.

The stranger stepped closer, looking at him intently. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"No…not really…" he said, after trying for a minute to make some memories surface and coming up short.

"Do you remember your name?" The stranger asked, voice gentle and concerned.

He thought for a moment. Did he have a name? His eyes widened when a name did appear in his mind and he immediately seized it before he forgot again.

"My name…is Wolfram," He replied. "I think…"

The stranger smiled. "My name is Yuuri," He said.

"Yuuri," Wolfram liked the way the name sounded on his tongue. It filled him with a strange but pleasant feeling, like this Yuuri was someone he could trust. Someone he could love.

Yuuri nodded and drew closer. "Yes. Yuuri. I'm your guardian."

Yuuri reached out to stroke the soft skin on Wolfram's arm. Wolfram sighed and twined his fingers with Yuuri's when the other man's hand reached his wrist. The touch felt comforting and familiar to Wolfram.

"You've been asleep for a long time," Yuuri said, stroking Wolfram's hair with his free hand.

"Really?" Wolfram said absently, far more interested in Yuuri's caress.

"Yes," Yuuri said and then his voice became somber. "Wolfram?"

"Yes, Yuuri?"

Yuuri frowned slightly. "I'm afraid that soon you are going to remember some things. Unpleasant things."

"Like what?" Wolfram didn't like the way Yuuri's face darkened or how his hand stopped touching him.

"You will see," Yuuri said and then his face lightened again and he returned to touching Wolfram, who eagerly accepted. "But, I will be here to help you along the way."

Wolfram purred when Yuuri trailed his hand down his bare side to cup his buttocks and give it a gentle squeeze.

The warm glow in Yuuri's eyes turned salacious as he drew Wolfram to flush against him. He leaned forward to nuzzle Wolfram's hair, hands still wandering the smooth planes of his bare body. Wolfram slowly wrapped his arms around Yuuri's shoulders, going nearly limp in his arms and buried his face in Yuuri's neck.

"You'll never be alone," Wolfram could hear the vibrations of Yuuri's gentle voice against his lips and nose. "I'll never leave you again."

"Never again," Wolfram whispered. A sad feeling welled up in his stomach, a distant emotion connected to a time of grief and loneliness that only Yuuri could remedy. He saw no memories, only felt the sorrow of a time far away and out of reach.

But it meant little now that he had his Yuuri.

Yuuri pulled away to look into Wolfram's eyes. He smiled again and brushed away a stray piece of hair, scrutinizing every detail of Wolfram's lovely face. Wolfram turned into the touch, lips brushing against sensitive palms that sent a shudder through Yuuri's being.

"We can be together now. Like we always wanted," Yuuri's voice was little more than a whisper. It hypnotized Wolfram, drew him in and rendered him helpless. He wanted to be helpless. He wanted to be dominated by this mysterious man named Yuuri, who in a matter of minutes had captured his heart like it had always belonged to him. Maybe it did.

"Yes," Wolfram mumbled, entranced by Yuuri's voice and hands.

"You're so beautiful," Yuuri muttered. "So perfect."

Yuuri's hand dropped from Wolfram's hip and grazed along the lines of his pelvis until it ghosted over his half-hard cock. The touch sent a shock of pleasure through Wolfram that was surprising and addicting. When Yuuri's hand closed gently over the awakening member, Wolfram bucked slightly forward, wanting more.

Yuuri slowly stroked Wolfram up and down, twisting slightly at the tip until the organ was hard in his hand. He tilted Wolfram's chin up with his free hand and pulled him into a lazy kiss.

Wolfram responded eagerly, pressing his mouth harder into Yuuri's, rolling his hips into that skilled hand that worked him into a state of pleasure. His arms tightened around Yuuri's shoulders, aching with the need to be closer. Yuuri responded by lacing his fingers in Wolfram's hair and deepening the kiss, his other hand never faltered in its steady stroking.

Wolfram mewled into Yuuri's mouth and parted his lips easily when Yuuri's tongue traced the edge of his bottom lip. Yuuri's tongue wasted no time in asserting dominance over his mouth, twisting and teasing, wrapping around Wolfram's own shy tongue that followed easily the guidance of Yuuri's more practiced kiss.

Though his movements were slow, bordering on sluggish, Yuuri was still able to work Wolfram into a frenzy with each stroke. Wolfram channeled his desperation into his kiss, pulling Yuuri further into his mouth to communicate his need. He could feel Yuuri smile against him and broke the kiss, earning a despairing mewl from the fair haired man.

Yuuri ignored Wolfram's protest and focused on speeding up his stroke, coaxing little pearls of fluid from Wolfram's painfully aroused cock.

"Oh, Yuuri," Wolfram breathed. "Please!"

Yuuri only chuckled. "Wait, Wolfram. Just be patient."

"Please, touch me!" Wolfram whined, thrusting his hips into Yuuri's hand with more force.

"I'm touching you right now," Yuuri smirked, earning a lusty glare from his lover.

"Touch me more!" Wolfram ordered.

Yuuri grinned as if he had been waiting for Wolfram's inevitable acquiescence.

"Very well."

Yuuri took Wolfram's hand and guided him back to the bed. Wolfram followed him, aching for more touches and kisses from his new master. His entire being needed to be one with Yuuri at any cost, willingly submitting to anything and everything his master would bestow him.

Wolfram allowed himself to be manipulated into lying on his back, legs spread wide so Yuuri could stand between them. Yuuri took a moment to remove only his shirt and stood between Wolfram's knees.

Wolfram looked up at Yuuri, able to take in everything that was his master. Yuuri was very handsome. His features were exotic in their shape and color. Black shaggy hair framed his oval face and ghosted over slim shoulders. His body was thin, but toned, fit without being overly muscular. Wolfram's eyes traveled over tan skin stretched over long arms and smooth chest, down to a narrow waist and hips covered by a pair of black pants.

In turn, Yuuri scrutinized Wolfram's exposed body. Wolfram followed Yuuri's gaze to regard his own form. He was slim like Yuuri, toned without much muscle. But where Yuuri was tanned, Wolfram was pale with pink nipples pert against the cool air and Yuuri's intense stare. Wolfram felt even more exposed and excited under the dark intensity of those eyes. He instinctively offered himself up to Yuuri, spreading his legs even wider and jutting his pelvis up, cock bouncing with the movement.

Yuuri rubbed his hand along Wolfram's long legs, straying just shy of Wolfram's aching arousal.

"What do you want, pet?"

"Please," Wolfram was desperate. "Please touch me."

"And what else?" Yuuri asked, tilting his head o the side.

"Take me."

"How do you ask for it?"

Wolfram thought for a moment and then answered, voice and expression one of pure submission and desire.

"Please, take me, Yuuri."

Yuuri's grin was predatory. "Good."

Yuuri climbed languidly over Wolfram until they were face to face and Yuuri's chest was pressed against his own.

Yuuri trailed kisses and nibbles down Wolfram's chin and neck, stopping to leave a mark just above his jawbone and then continuing his way, Wolfram's sighs leading him on. Yuuri took a plump nipple between his teeth and carefully pinched down. The response was immediate. Wolfram cried out and arched upwards, sighing his name over and over again while Yuuri treated the other teat the same way. He licked away the discomfort, suckling for a minute before replacing his tongue with his fingers as he continued his journey downward.

Wolfram urged Yuuri on with roving hands and whispered pleas. Such simple touches, really not that remarkable in theory, were driving him mad from the skill of their execution. A lick here, a stroke there and Wolfram was putty in his lover's hands in seconds.

Yuuri continued on, lavishing attention on Wolfram's navel, twirling his tongue around and the tracing a line down to the base of his cock.

When he felt Yuuri's warm breath against his arousal, Wolfram suddenly felt fearful and grabbed Yuuri's shoulders to keep him from advancing.

"W-Wait!" He cried out, feeling the loss of the sweet pleasure, but he had to know.

"What is wrong?" Yuuri's voice was patient and gentle, he immediately stopped all movement and waited for Wolfram to explain.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Wolfram asked.

Yuuri responded by planting a small kiss on Wolfram's abdomen and gently stroking up and down his thighs. "Because we are bonded," He said. "Because you need this in order to thrive. Because, it has been far too long since we've felt each other."

"But I don't even remember!" Wolfram tried to protest but Yuuri's soft lips on his skin were entrancing him. "I'm not even sure if you really are what you say!"

There, he said it. Wolfram feared that his master would grow angry with him for rebelling, but he couldn't allow this to continue. He wouldn't couple with a stranger without knowing why.

Instead of reprimand, Yuuri continued his steady caresses. "If you need proof of our bond, just close your eyes and feel my hands on you. You may not remember me, Wolfram, but your body will. Lay back and close your eyes."

Wolfram obeyed and forced himself to relax, which wasn't that hard with Yuuri's confident hands trailing down his body. He closed his eyes and focused on every touch Yuuri bestowed on him. Surely enough, his body did react as certain points were stimulated and a familiar warmth mixed with the pleasure seeped into his being. Each twitch and gasp was carefully extracted by Yuuri's hands and mouth. This was not the touch of a generally experienced lover, but of someone experienced with Wolfram and Wolfram's body, expert in every twist, poke and rub that would bring him the greatest pleasure within minutes.

"You're so beautiful, Wolfram," Yuuri murmured, placing a kiss against the tip of Wolfram's arousal and then swiftly taking it into his mouth.

Wolfram arched off the bed at the powerful sucking. Yuuri took him in to the hilt, never faltering or gagging against the got flesh. One of Wolfram's hands twined its way into Yuuri's hair while the other grasped desperately at the thin sheets. Wolfram's head was thrown back against the pillow, mouth open and panting, doing exactly what Yuuri told him – remembering and memorizing each sensation.

Yuuri continued his steady rhythm. He pulled off until just the tip was held between his lips and swirled his tongue along the head and then the under-vein before taking it all the way in again. His hands squeezed Wolfram's buttocks, holding him firmly in place when Wolfram's pelvis instinctively thrust when Yuuri began to hum against the sensitive flesh.

Yuuri suddenly let go and stopped Wolfram's protest with a bruising kiss. Wolfram's mouth was filled with his skilled tongue twining about his own, swallowing every moan and plea as Wolfram's legs found their home around Yuuri's waist and the dark haired man grinded down hard.

Wolfram heard the sound of buttons popping and cloth shifting, he opened his eyes just long enough to see Yuuri toss away the remainder of his clothes and leer over Wolfram in all his naked glory.

Yuuri descended on Wolfram, enveloping him in strong arms and avid kisses. Wolfram fell to Yuuri' will, mewling and sighing on cue. He was so engrossed that he didn't hear the telltale pop of an oil bottle. He didn't realize until he felt gentle prodding at his entrance.

"Ooh…" Wolfram breathed when a single finger slipped easily into his passage.

"Relax," Yuuri whispered, moving his finger in and out. He added the second finger and began to scissor them. This time, Wolfram gasped loudly and squirmed. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good either. Yuuri held him in place with a strong hand on his hip.

"Hold still," Yuuri said, voice steady and calm. "It will feel good in a moment, I promise."

Wolfram forced himself to do as instructed, but he couldn't stop the tears from prickling at his eyes when Yuuri shoved a second, then a third finger into his new virgin body. He arched his back in an instinctive act to get away from the pain, he squirmed and his muscles clenched to expel the invading digits.

Yuuri noticed Wolfram's discomfort and took pity. He placed soothing kisses on Wolfram's hips and thighs while his hand gently lifted Wolfram's leg to sit over his shoulder to get a better angle.

"Yuuri," Wolfram whimpered in pain. "Please stop."

Yuuri felt pity for Wolfram. If it where any other time and if it were not imperative that the bond be forged within twenty-four hours of resurrection, Yuuri would have withdrawn and tried again later when Wolfram was more used to his new body. However, they didn't have time, he had already lost too much time when he allowed Wolfram to sleep immediately after the ritual instead of taking him right after. Wolfram had been so dazed and scared after his body mended itself and life returned to him that he had been in no shape for copulation. Yuuri had let him rest, but now they needed to complete the ritual before Wolfram's body disintegrated.

Yuuri kissed a line down Wolfram's pelvis until he reached the base of his cock.

"Shhh," He breathed against the heated flesh, earning him a shiver from his lover. "You have to relax. Relax."

Wolfram whined a little, but tried to listen to Yuuri. Relaxing became easier when Yuuri kissed a trail up his shaft and took the tip of his arousal between soft lips.

While the pain had yet to really lessen, the pleasure from Yuuri's mouth on him tempered his discomfort.

Yuuri swirled his tongue around the tip, pressing into the leaking head, gently nipping and kissing before taking half of it in his mouth with a strong suck.

Wolfram cried out, his legs were visibly shaking on their perch atop Yuuri's shoulders, his mouth was wide open in a greedy gasp for air, his eyes were screwed shut and his hands gripped at the sheets desperately. The pain was a dull ache, he was overwhelmed by Yuuri's hot mouth on him. On impulse, he began to lightly thrust into the hot cavern, gradually working Yuuri further down his length until the dark man obligingly swallowed him to the hilt with zero fuss. He felt Yuuri smile around his length and he cried out when Yuuri hummed against him. Wolfram moaned aloud and barely noticed when Yuuri started to move his fingers in and out, all three of them.

Wolfram suddenly yelled out when a shock of pleasure jolted up his body. He cried out again when Yuuri curved his fingers and pushed against a certain spot within him. He tried to speak, to ask what that was, but was cut off by his own cries of ecstasy when Yuuri repeated the action over and over again with increasing speed.

Yuuri smiled and added a subtle twist to the rhythmic motion of his fingers, making sure to hit that sinful little spot inside with deadly accuracy. Wolfram began to shamelessly ride Yuuri's fingers. He lowered one leg from Yuuri's shoulder to brace himself against the bed so he could impale himself further on Yuuri's skilled hand.

Yuuri could see the gradual transformation in Wolfram's behavior from behind the black curtain of his hair as he bobbed up and down on his pulsing cock. His shyness was dissipating and the telltale signs of his true nature were beginning to manifest. Wolfram's face was twisted into a snarl, growls bordering on aggressive were hissed through clenched teeth as he alternated thrusting into Yuuri's waiting mouth and rutting his fingers. Yuuri's speed never faltered, it even increased some as Wolfram's lust bled into him and he found himself giving into animalistic urges as he threw caution to the wind and violently thrust harder into Wolfram's tight heat.

"Oh…oh, yes! Yes! …Yuuri!" Wolfram cried out. "Please, more! Take me!"

While he would love nothing more than to suck Wolfram's climax out of him, Wolfram's words, and his own trapped arousal, reminded Yuuri of the task at hand. With one last suck, he slowly pulled off of Wolfram with a pop. He slowed down his thrusts, instead opting to lazily draw circles on Wolfram's inner wall just barely brushing his sweet spot.

Wolfram whimpered in protest and tried to push himself further onto Yuuri's hand, but Yuuri was already three knuckles deep and ready to move on. He compensated by crawling up Wolfram's body and captured his lips in a fervent kiss effectively swallowing Wolfram's pout. After lingering for a minute, Yuuri detached himself with a final peck and moved into position.

Wolfram watched Yuuri with half-lidded eyes. His body was still quivering from his lover's earlier ministrations. His hands were still clenching and unclenching at his sides, wanting to return the favor and touch Yuuri, but sensing that he was meant to remain still and submissive to Yuuri's actions. Anticipation swelled up inside him when Yuuri's dark pants slid to the ground revealing a swollen cock, just as eager and erect as his own. Wolfram couldn't help but spread his legs just a little wider, so very eager for what awaited him as Yuuri leaned over until their bodies were flush against one another and his cock prodded gently at Wolfram's opening.

Yuuri hesitated long enough to claim Wolfram's lips again as he slid his hands into Wolfram's wavy hair. He prodded Wolfram's opening, not enough to get in but enough to get noticed. Wolfram sighed into their kiss, following the silent command and slid his legs up Yuuri's torso.

One final kiss to his brow and Yuuri was slowly pushing in past the tight ring of muscle. Wolfram immediately gasped in discomfort – Yuuri was very different from just his fingers – his arms automatically flung around the other man's shoulders as Yuuri buried himself to the hilt.

"Y-Yuuri!" Wolfram cried out, tears prickled at his eyes. He had been able to take Yuuri's fingers, but they hadn't gone as deep as Yuuri's cock.

Yuuri shushed him. "Relax. Give yourself time to adjust."

Wolfram did so. He made every muscle in his body relax around Yuuri's length, within seconds the discomfort ceased and something warm and electric welled up inside him.

Wolfram's mind was gradually shutting down, he could feel it. His coherent thoughts were ebbing away and primitive instinct took over and he began to rock against Yuuri's pelvis as lust overcame him.

Yuuri buried his face in Wolfram's neck with a low groan as he pulled his hips back to slide halfway out and then slowly pushed back in. He built a slow pace to help Wolfram get acclimated, but he knew it wouldn't last. His own animal instincts were clawing at the surface of his psyche, demanding that he claim the lovely being beneath him and seal their bond for good with a hard thorough fucking. However, Yuuri needed to earn Wolfram's trust not just his lust, if he wanted full cooperation from him in their future, so he willed away the voice that wanted him to split Wolfram in half with his cock and he kept the pace steady.

Wolfram hummed pleasantly at the feel of Yuuri moving in and out of him. He liked the feel of his muscles tightening and stretching around Yuuri with every movement. A dull heat grew in his gut that quickly evolved into a searing heat that was growing increasingly vexed at Yuuri's sluggish pace. While he wanted Yuuri to go slow, such a need was steadily becoming unnecessary as his true nature made itself known. With a moan that could make a whore blush, Wolfram tightened his legs around Yuuri and used his tongue to guide Yuuri into a kiss that matched the speed that Wolfram craved.

Yuuri hadn't expected Wolfram to take initiative so quickly. It was enthralling to feel that little pink tongue glide along his jaw, coaxing him from his spot at Wolfram's neck, before sliding between his half-open lips. Yuuri growled appreciatively and sucked that sweet little appendage into his mouth, bobbing up and down much as he had done earlier on a different part of his lover. He heard Wolfram sigh and the blonde's tongue pushed deeper past his teeth to seduce its twin. Wolfram's tongue absently curved upward and brushed against the sensitive area of Yuuri's palate.

It was a simple flick of the tongue, a small little touch really. But Yuuri heightened senses against the already sensitive nerves of his palate made that simple gesture a huge turn on that made the last string of Yuuri's control snap and he slammed his hips into Wolfram with great force and speed.

Wolfram pulled away from Yuuri's mouth to cry out in pleasure when Yuuri's speed picked up. Bracing his shoulders against the pillow, Wolfram rocked his hips to meet Yuuri for every thrust, squeezing rhythmically around him every time he impaled Wolfram.

Yuuri smirked down at Wolfram and trust in at a new angle. The response was immediate. Wolfram threw his head back against the pillow and out right screamed when Yuuri hit his sweet spot dead on. The scream was like a signal for Yuuri, who immediately thrust even faster, hitting that spot each and every time, not wasting a single snap of his hips and indulging in his own pleasure.

"Yuuri!" Wolfram cried out, it was probably the only word he could speak clearly, other than "Please! More!"

"God, Wolf," Yuuri gasped. "You're so tight. So hot."

Wolfram only mewled and responded by lifting his hips higher.

What had started out as a gentle seduction quickly dissolved into senseless rutting. Yuuri was no longer concerned about ritual or gentleness, he was only concerned with burying his hard cock into Wolfram's tight, hot hole as many times as he could before he came undone. Wolfram, in turn, was rolling and rocking his hips to meet Yuuri's frantic thrusts, moaning his approval and clawing at sweaty shoulders, egging Yuuri on with licks and bites to his neck.

Moans and soft cries gave way to growls and hisses as their pace lost rhythm, teeth were bared in harsh snarls and what was left of Yuuri and Wolfram disappeared and was replaced by two lust-driven animals that only wanted one thing and that was sex. Yuuri's hips slammed against Wolfram's backside with inhuman speed while Wolfram clawed long red trails down Yuuri's back. Wolfram's own free cock was rubbed deliciously between their stomachs, coating them both in musky pre-come, nearly purple from the friction. A lone hand managed to snake its way between them to tug violently at the neglected organ, eliciting a husky shriek from its owner. The hand matched the speed of their hips, sending the submissive creature to a new plane of existence where nothing mattered but the sinfully delicious feel of his creator's touch.

Yuuri whispered something in his ear, a foreign language that Wolfram had never heard before and yet it seemed familiar to him. But he didn't have time to contemplate the arcane words before he reached his climax so suddenly that Wolfram's cry was just as much surprised, as it was ecstatic. He moaned loudly as the tremors coursed through his body from the bundle of nerves inside him to the tips of his toes and fingers curling against Yuuri's sweaty skin. Wolfram's cock exploded over Yuuri's twisting hand, coating it with his milky seed. Yuuri continued to thrust inside Wolfram, exploiting that sweet spot within until every last drop was milked from him. Yuuri gave a few hard thrusts and his own orgasm took him and he filled Wolfram's shivering body with his hot come and still he continued slowly thrusting until his last drop was spent.

Wolfram was basking in the feel of Yuuri's essence pouring inside him when it hit him like a ton of rocks being dropped on his head. A great energy ripped through his body, painfully tearing through his nerves and mixing with the pleasure of his orgasm into a feeling that went beyond and above description. Wolfram's mind went blank, he didn't see, he didn't hear, didn't feel anything but the powerful energy twisting and twining around his blackened soul, merging with him and giving him completion.

"Yuuri…what?" Wolfram said in fear as the energy enveloped him. He looked up at Yuuri for help, but the dark man's eyes were closed in concentration as he still rutted against Wolfram, cock still hard inside him as the energy flowed through him and into Wolfram's body.

Yuuri broke his trance long enough to smile comfortingly down at the frightened blonde. He stroked Wolfram's sweat-soaked hair affectionately as the torrential waves of power ebbed away as their bond was sealed.

'Hush, it's going to be okay,' he heard Yuuri say, but the other man's mouth didn't move.

'What is happening to me?' Wolfram thought frantically.

'It's the bonding ritual,' Yuuri's voice reverberated inside Wolfram's skull. 'Our energies are combining into one. One mind, two bodies.'

'It feels strange.'

'It will be over soon. Just stay with me.'

'Always,' Wolfram thought lovingly. The foreign energy was already dissipating and a new life force warmed Wolfram's body and made him strangely sleepy.

'So tired,'

'I know,' Yuuri's voice answered as his lips pressed a kiss to Wolfram's forehead.

Wolfram felt his consciousness slowly slip away as the high from his climax and the soothing flow of energy that now hummed within him lulled him to sleep.

'I…want….sleep.'

Yuuri kissed him. 'Stay with me, Wolfram.'

'I will…just let me sleep,' Wolfram's eyes slid shut. Yuuri voice echoed in his mind.

'Stay with me,'

'Sleep…'

'Stay with me.'

'I will stay with you,'

'Yes…'

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Two days later, and he was just now regaining the last of his memories.

He was once a young Japanese boy from another world who was transported into this world and crowned the king. The blonde he resurrected was once his fiancé and lover. He caught a simple illness that killed him in his youth. That was all he had been able to discern from the fuzzy stream of images that visited him at night when he slept.

There were no emotions attached to the endless circus of images and sounds that permeated his psyche at all hours of the day and night. The endless faces registered no feeling whatsoever in him. He knew who they were – family, friends, retainers, enemies, and servants, They all had their own collection of memories associated within his former life, they were all greatly significant to who he was, but he felt nothing for them, save for the lovely creature that moved before him. Yuuri didn't even have a connection to his name. He only picked it because that's what Wolfram called him. He didn't care of his name was Julia, Julian, or Yuuri. It meant little to him, he only picked Yuuri because that's what Wolfram wanted, and Yuuri would give Wolfram anything he wanted, even his name.

Wolfram, his Wolfram, walked lazily in front of the cottage they had called home for the past week. It had been their prison, and their birth place, and now it was their retreat as Wolfram accustomed to his new body.

It had been a whim upon which Yuuri had resurrected his little friend. After his rebirth at the hands of Adelbert, Yuuri's mind had been nothing but a blank grey wall punctuated by the pain of Adelbert's unwanted advances. Over time though, that grey wall was slowly covered in images of his time in the cellar. He saw his first victim be devoured by the monster that he hosted, he saw victims two, three, four, five, and nine, before Wolfram's angelic face appeared in his mind and for the first time, a memory made him feel. He felt affection, fear, sadness, and pain with that single image of Wolfram's concerned face. He felt warmth, the first inkling of a feeling akin to love for the boy – when he wasn't lusting after him. Then he felt anger and a terrible need for revenge.

That was one of the first things he learned about their new selves. Their beings operated on sexual gratification. They took pleasure from it, comfort from it, and nourishment from it. They needed no food and very little sleep, only the energy from frequent couplings was needed to sustain them.

And sustain them it did. Wolfram only wore a long nightshirt due to the constant threat of Yuuri's sexual advances. His pants were an irritating inconvenience that was disposed of after the first night. Yuuri had no complaints about that, he could spend hours just staring at Wolfram's long smooth legs. Wolfram's legs were probably Yuuri's favorite asset on his little lover. They were slim, but strong, and there was nothing he enjoyed more than to have them wrapped around his waist at the apex of their rutting. He loved to run his hands along the soft skin stretched over taut muscles as he emptied his seed into Wolfram's waiting heat.

Yuuri growled quietly. He dreaded the day when they would have to leave their little home in the woods. A few of Wolfram's memories had returned and Yuuri learned that Wolfram had become the demon king after his death. Wolfram felt a need to return to their former home with its stone walls and various luxuries. He, unlike Yuuri, wanted to see the people attached to the nameless faces that haunted his dreams. He mentioned a daughter that he wanted to see soon and of course, Yuuri would indulge him.

Maybe it was because he had been dead for three years, maybe it was because the person he had been was farther removed from the….being he was now. The people and places were more distant from his heart, but for Wolfram, they were closer and held more meaning. Wolfram had a deeper connection to his former self than Yuuri did and maybe that was why he wanted to see and maybe reintegrate into his former life and relationships.

Yuuri held no such desire. He could easily continue to live here in the woods for the rest of his life. He didn't find the prospect of returning to the castle appealing. It just seemed like a mountain of responsibility they would have to endure when all he wanted was to have Wolfram at his side, ready to be ravished at his whim.

"Yuuri."

Yuuri broke out of his thoughts to watch Wolfram curiously poke at a pile of dirt just at the woods' edge. Wolfram prodded the up turned earth with a bare toe cautiously. He looked up at Yuuri questioningly.

Yuuri sauntered over to where Wolfram stood, following his gaze to look at the large pile of dirt at their feet.

"What's this?" Wolfram asked, poking at the pile of earth.

Yuuri briefly contemplated making something up, but Wolfram would remember sooner or later so he simply said the truth.

"A grave," he answered plainly, sniffing in disinterest. It was really three graves, but Yuri hadn't felt like digging three separate holes. They didn't deserve the dignity.

"Who was buried here?" Wolfram looked around the grave, looking for any indication of the identity within. But found none.

They didn't deserve that either.

"People," Yuuri reached out to grasp Wolfram's hand and lead him away from the crude burial. "Bad people who did us harm."

Wolfram looked disturbed. "What did they do to us?"

"They made us what we are now," Yuuri said dreamily as his mind drifted.

Wolfram was quiet for a moment and stared at the graves as they retreated back to their home. "What are we, Yuuri?"

Yuuri was silent. To be honest, he wasn't quite sure what they were now. Were they demons or humans or a different kind of demon or human? Were they something else entirely? Were they meant to exist?

In his haste to have Wolfram returned to him and Adelbert punished, Yuuri hadn't bothered to read the rest of the book. It wasn't as if he could. The language of the text was ancient and dead, Yuuri had only the pictures, diagrams, and the memories of the ceremony to go by. It was a huge gamble and he could have gotten himself killed, but if there was one thing he learned from his former self, it was that he had unnatural good fortune.

He suddenly felt a tinge of regret. In order to protect others and stifle any future attempts at the Dark Arts, Yuuri had burned the spell book. The book contained dark secrets and forbidden powers that no demon or human should ever possess and trifle with. He had no idea what other spells the book contained or their consequences. It was because he was unsure of what he and Wolfram were that he burned the book. He didn't know if they were dangerous or not. If they were, he certainly didn't want anymore of their kind o be made. So he destroyed the book.

He shrugged it off. There were more than likely other books, other necromancers out there that would know what they were. He wondered if the Sage – Murata, was it? – would know anything. The trip back to the castle suddenly held appeal to Yuuri. While Wolfram visited his former family, Yuuri could find out the truth of their identity.

"I don't know, Wolf," Yuuri replied at last after a long silence. "I just know what we're not."

Wolfram looked confused. "What are we not?"

"We're not of this world," Yuuri said as he opened the door to their little house and led Wolfram up to their room. He could think better after he had sex.

Wolfram seemed to realize where Yuuri was taking him and what that meant. He leaned into Yuuri, who placed an arm around his shoulder and kissed his dark lover's cheek.

"How are we not of this world?" Wolfram whispered against Yuuri's chin.

"We are monsters, Wolfram," Yuuri said. It was the only thing he could think to call them. "We are cursed."

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Whew! The final chapter is done!

This is actually the first multi-chaptered fic I've ever finished (the two shot doesn't really count).

I certainly hoped you all enjoyed this story. I had a great time writing it for you. Your reviews and encouragement were a huge motivation for me and I appreciate all of you who took the time to leave your comments. They really do matter!

And with that, I must say arriverderci! I am going to be abroad in Italy for three months and I'm not sure if I'll have time to work on my other stories. I may not post them, but I will certainly continue to write so I can just update all of them when I get back. So, please, don't forget THYS and be on the lookout for some new stories that have been floating around in my computer for a while. Thank you so much and best wishes!

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