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Wolfram huffed off through the trees Wolfram huffed off through the trees. "Wolfram, wait! Where are you going? I'm sorry if I made you mad! Don't leave me!"

"I'm not leaving you, you idiot. This is the way back to camp," the blonde replied, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

Yuuri's mouth worked, but nothing comprehensible came out. "Wha- Why- How- how did you know that?" he finally managed.

"Well, the clearing is by the stream and we're west of the stream, so if we head east now, we'll eventually meet up with said stream, then we'll follow it south towards camp."

"Wow. Cool! Let's go!" Yuuri said, starting to walk.

At least, he tried to start walking, but was stopped as a hand grabbed the back of his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at Wolfram, confused. "What?"

"East. That way," he said, pointing in a completely different direction.

Yuuri grinned and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Um, yeah, right! I told you I had no sense of direction. Hehe."

Wolfram shook his head at the incompetence of his king, walking ahead to lead his idiot of a fiancé back to camp so as to not get lost again.

It was actually silent once again as they continued to walk. Yuuri found his gaze once again drawn to Wolfram's cute, round, firm butt (at least, he assumed it was firm; maybe he should give it a quick squeeze to find out...?), watching as his hips gently sashayed from side to side as he walked. Every once in a while, he'd spare a glance to the gorgeous legs below, in their formfitting pants, wondering what it might feel like to have them wrapped firmly around his waist as he- Whoa! That was quite enough of that! He wouldn't even think /of doing something like.../that with Wolfram! Wait, he just did think that. He groaned softly to himself in frustration. What was wrong with him?!

The blonde Mazoku, hearing Yuuri's groan, looked back briefly to assess the situation. He saw Yuuri walking with his head in his hands and muttering to himself under his breath. He quirked an eyebrow. What exactly was the problem? He was acting as if he was senile. He was just opening his mouth to tell him so, but all that came out instead was a yelp as he suddenly found himself falling forward, the weight of the black haired boy on his back.

When Yuuri didn't automatically get up (in fact, they'd been on the ground for almost half a minute now), he twisted around to face him. "Yuuri! What the hell are you doing?!"

His fiancé looked dazed, his unfathomable black gaze fixed on him. "Wha-What? What are you looking at, hennachoko?" he stuttered, getting nervous.

"Wolf..." he murmured. Had Wolfram always looked this beautiful?

"I already said, 'What?'! Jeez, what's your deal today?" he grumbled, shoving Yuuri off him.

This snapped Yuuri out of it. "Um, sorry about that, I tripped."

Wolfram looked at the ground where they'd been walking. It was perfectly smooth. "Over what?" he asked flatly, eyebrow raised.

Yuuri looked over his shoulder as well. "I'm...not entirely sure," he said, laughing awkwardly. Could he feel any stupider?

The blonde sighed. "Great. I'm stuck with a so-called 'King' who can't even tell what direction he's going and trips over his own feet," he muttered, loud enough so that Yuuri would hear.

"Shut up, Wolf," he said, attempting to get up. He cried out in pain and ended up crumpling back to the ground. "Ow..." he winced, rubbing his suddenly sore ankle.

Wolfram stopped dead. "You have got to be kidding me," he said unenthusiastically. "Let me guess; you've just twisted your ankle, haven't you?"

"I guess so."

"This is so freaking cliché. Come on, get up and let's go."

"But...I can't walk on my own," Yuuri whined, a bit confused.

"I know that. That's why you're going to lean on me and I'll help you."

"Ah! Really Wolfram? Thank you!" He beamed at his friend.

"Must you make a big deal out of everything?" he grumbled as he helped him up.

They were quiet again as they concentrated on walking. But only two minutes later, Yuuri was asking, "Ne, Wolfram. Are we almost there yet? I'm tired." Honestly though, it was really hurting him to walk like this, even though half his weight was supported by Wolfram. But he wasn't about to tell him that just so he could get called a wimp again.

"This was your stupid idea in the first place," Wolfram retorted. Truthfully, he had rather enjoyed the walk through the woods, it was calming. But pigs would fly before he admitted that to Yuuri.

Yuuri sighed.

"Why don't you entertain yourself by thinking about whoever it was that got you all hot and bothered earlier?" he snapped bitterly.

"Wolf-" He was having trouble thinking about anything right now.

"No, I don't wanna hear your excuses, you cheater. Who was it Yuuri, hmm?" he pressed, jerking to a stop and glaring at him.

There was a brief silence before Yuuri finally said in a quiet voice, "Wolfram, we both know that whatever answer I give you, you won't be happy."

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway, right? Our whole relationship is just a joke, just a mistake, isn't it?" This was going too far. He was bearing himself too much. He was showing Yuuri just how much it hurt him, how vulnerable he felt. He turned away so that Yuuri wouldn't be able to see his eyes; they always gave him away.

"I-" It was hard to get his mouth to work. And his eyelids were getting very heavy, his vision blurring and darkening around the edges. "What?" he said heavily, confused. What was going on?

"What do you mean 'What?'?!" Wolfram exploded. He turned around to give Yuuri a good shouting at, but when he did so, he found the black haired boy in a heap on the ground. "Yuuri?" he whispered, he felt his heart stop for a second when the other didn't respond. "Yuuri?" he repeated louder. "YUURI!" he shouted, rushing over and kneeling beside the prone boy.

He rolled him over onto his back, his heart pounding as he searched for a pulse, and letting out a breath he hadn't known he was holding when he found it. "Oh God, Yuuri, you scared me," he murmured, cradling Yuuri's torso against his chest. He finally noticed the light sheen of sweat on the Maou's forehead. "You idiot," he whispered tenderly. "Why didn't you tell me that it hurt so much instead of pushing yourself?"

After a few minutes, Wolfram managed to haul Yuuri onto his back where he could hold on to him as easily as possible to get him back to camp. Luckily, they actually had been close to camp when Yuuri had asked.

"Stupid Yuuri, why do you have to be so heavy?" he muttered, panting, as he finally arrived at the camp. Crawling inside the tent, he cursed softly. It figured; it was only a one-person tent, which meant that there wasn't enough room for Yuuri and him, which there needed to be so he could watch him to make sure he didn't start getting worse for some reason. It also meant that one of them probably wouldn't be sleeping inside tonight, and as much as he hated to admit it, Wolfram knew that someone would probably be him. So instead, he sighed and laid Yuuri on the ground outside, in the shade of the nearby trees. He looked down at the other boy and his gaze reluctantly softened. But as he reached down to brush the dark hair off his forehead, he stopped as he noticed that Yuuri was still sweating.

That idiot! Did he have a fever now?! Now what could he do? Water. He found a water skin and hurried to fill it at the stream, then used it to wet a rag to put on Yuuri's hot face.

You know, Yuuri really was pretty cute, especially when sleeping like this, he realized. He felt his heart grow a little heavier. Why was Yuuri so against a relationship with him? Was he really that horrid of a person to be around? He reached down and tenderly brushed the slightly damp hair off his forehead, then ran that hand down the side of the soft skin of his cheek. His heart jumped and his hand stilled as Yuuri sighed and nuzzled into his hand, a small smile on his face.

His gaze softened, before suddenly hardening as he snatched his hand away. "So, who do you think I am, Yuuri? Who are you dreaming about that you enjoy caressing you so much?" he whispered viciously.

He sighed, his anger deflating as he looked down once again at his sleeping fiancé. "Yuuri..."

Meanwhile, Yuuri was dreaming. It was a rather nice dream really so far. He was sitting by the stream near the campsite, just relaxing. After a while, as he was about to close his eyes to take a nap, he saw something in the water. Sitting up, he saw that it was Wolfram. And that he was bathing. Which meant he was naked. And the water was just high enough to reach the top of his thighs as he faced away from him, baring enough skin for Yuuri's pants to become suddenly tight.

His eyes were riveted to the pale skin before him, following the motions of graceful hands as they moved the soap along his body. He felt his throat work as he attempted to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat. So beautiful... He found himself subconsciously getting closer to the bathing blonde, all the while, brief flashes of erotic images flooding his head: Wolfram below him on the ground, eyes screwed shut in painfully pleasurable bliss; Wolfram against a tree, legs wrapped tightly around him; Wolfram in his lap, practically howling in ecstasy. As he was splashing softly into the water, Wolfram whirled around, giving him a scowl and a pout all at once.

"Yuuri, what are you doing?"

Yuuri looked back at the blonde dumbly, mind racing to think of an excuse for why he might be there and why he had the hardest hard on he'd ever had. God, what had he been thinking/?! Oh wait, he /hadn't been thinking. "I- um, well, I-" he stuttered.

"You're going to get your clothes all wet if you keep them on," Wolfram said, head tilting cutely.

So that's what he'd been talking about, his clothes. Did that mean that Wolfram.../wanted/ him here? He didn't care that he'd just walked in on him bathing? Or wait, was Wolfram...trying to seduce him?! Hell, if that was what he was trying to do, he was doing a damn good job at it. He fumbled to get his clothes off, making Wolfram laugh. After he succeeded in that, he splashed back into the water again.

When he finally got to Wolfram in the water, he just stood there, about a foot away. What exactly had he been planning to do? Well, actually, he'd been planning to ravish his fiancé, but there was no way Wolfram would put up with that...would he?

His question was answered as Wolfram dropped the cute, innocent act, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes and long, curling lashes, and whispered huskily, "What are you waiting for?"

Suddenly, he wasn't nervous anymore. "Nothing," he murmured in his ear before taking the lobe in his mouth with a gentle nip, enjoying the little gasp he earned. He ran his tongue along the shell of his ear and got a soft moan in reply. God, this was turning him on. Forget being gentle.

"My, you're responsive, aren't you?" he growled in the prince's ear, dipping down for a second to bite at the junction of his shoulder and neck, causing him to cry out. "I like that," he said with a grin before capturing the other boy's lips with his. Yuuri was demanding, but Wolfram responded with as much as was asked for and more, his fiery determination showing through once again. He may be able to play the innocent damsel in distress, but he would still always be that strong, passionate man that Yuuri loved. Oh God, and boy did Yuuri love him when he did that with his tongue.

They separated for a second, panting heavily, before Yuuri descended with lips, tongue, and teeth to torture the pale flesh of Wolfram's jaw and neck, starting to push them toward the shore. The blonde seemed oblivious to the fact that they were moving, wrapped up in the feel of Yuuri's mouth on his heated skin.

When they reached the bank, Yuuri picked up his fiancé, who obediently wound his arms around his neck and wrapped his long, shapely legs around his waist. When he did this, Yuuri stopped; he noticed that he didn't feel as much as he thought he would. Sure, it still felt wonderful, but it was like a ghost of a feeling. Oh yes, this was a dream, wasn't it? No wonder Wolfram was doing everything that he wanted as if reading his mind. He considered stopping, but hey, what the hell? No point in not enjoying a dream, right? For once, Yuuri didn't even think about the fact that they were both guys and that he supposedly didn't like Wolfram in that way.

Wolfram, noticing the way Yuuri paused, looked up at him cutely. "Yuuri? What's wrong?"

Yuuri smiled at him tenderly. "Nothing, I just realized something."

The blonde grinned, "What? That you're an idiot and a wimp?" he asked, before noticing Yuuri was about to lower him to the ground after he'd clambered onto the shore. "The ground, Yuuri?" he questioned skeptically.

"I'm sorry princess," he said sarcastically, though there was no bite to it, just playful banter. "Would you rather wait until we get back to the castle and your royal bed?" he asked, getting a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Yuuri? What- AH!" he gasped in surprise before letting out a long, low moan as Yuuri grabbed his erection gently as he leant down close to his ear.

"Because I don't think you do," he growled, continuing as if Wolfram hadn't said a word. "So is the ground okay, or should I just stop and we can wait until we go back?" he asked nonchalantly as his hands danced lightly over his body, only teasingly skimming the skin that he knew Wolfram longingly wanted him to touch.

"The ground's fine," he gritted out. "Just give me what I want, Yuuri!"

"Alright then, your wish is my command," he said with a predatory grin, getting ready to start his merciless teasing, but Wolfram pushed him up again. Yuuri gave him a confused look.

"Wait. I want to know."

"Know what?" He was so confused!

"What did you realize?"

"Oh, that? I just realized that I love you."

They both looked shocked after this statement. That hadn't been what Yuuri had meant to say. He didn't...wait, yes he did. He really did love him. Wow...

"You...you love me?" Wolfram asked tentatively.

Yuuri smiled down at him gently. "Yeah, I love you Wolf. Now, can I go back to ravishing you?"

Wolfram laughed. "Be my guest," he purred.

And as he was about to do just that, they heard someone say, "Heika."

"Huh?" Yuuri said dumbly. And as dreams often do, it completely changed to something totally strange as if it was absolutely normal. "Conrad?"

"Heika," Conrad repeated. "There are rampant squirrels on the loose and my pillow is asleep."

"Oh," Yuuri said contemplatively, a hand at his chin. "Well, this is a problem." Apparently, to his dream self, this made perfect sense, as dreams often did. "Let's go take care of this then." Unfortunately, Yuuri would remember nothing of the sensual dream before this when he woke up.

In the meantime, in the real world, Wolfram got up to go refill the water skin. As he left, he missed Yuuri's murmured, "I love you Wolf."

But lucky for him, he got back in time to hear Yuuri murmur, "Conrad," instead.