A/N: I've never seen Time Traveler's Wife I just borrowed the title cause it suits my story. If there's any resemblance between the movie and this story are coincidental.

Prologue:

The castle halls felt empty. It looked late at night but was actually early in the morning. He passed by the hallway with large windows that look over the courtyard. The moon above was high, full, and bright. Part of Yuuri felt stupid. It was one of those rare nights when he had the bed all to himself and he was wandering aimlessly around the castle halls still in his black uniform. He wouldn't say he was looking for Wolfram something just felt off. He feels like he needed someone to talk to, but even if he found someone, even Conrad or Wolfram himself he wouldn't know what to discuss. He walked further into the castle. He stilled when he heard strange noises coming from down the hallway. For a moment he assumed it to be Morgif moaning from the treasure room, but it couldn't have been Morgif, he was long passed that door. This sounded different. Yuuri wasn't much of an eavesdropper or a snoop. He should've turned away from where he was headed and gone back to his bed, but Yuuri's legs pulled him to the sound indicating this is where his off feeling was taking him. The halls blurred past him as he felt himself walking calmly to the sound. He couldn't make his legs stop.

He immediately found himself in front of Wolfram's bedroom door.

"What am I doing here? I don't want to be here." The door was left ajar, Yuuuri heard the sounds less muffled now. They sounded like heavy breathing. Yuuri momentarily wondered if Wolfram was sick. He quickly realized there was more than one voice in there. Yuuri couldn't help but peak I through the crack what he saw nearly blinded him with unexpected rage. There in Wolfram's bed was a man. A somewhat older man shirtless with tan skin and full head of black hair. Yuuri couldnOt see his face. He could barely see wolfram under the shirtless man. He could see traces of pink silk, blonde hair, and pale flesh groping the man needingly. Yuuri felt his heart pound and the air in his lungs lessening.

"This isn't right." Yuuris whispered. The sounds were becoming… squishier, hungrier, breathier. Yuuri felt his hands fisting tight. Knuckles white, nail stabbed skin. The pain in his palms soon faded away as a solid form began to form in his right palm. It was the handle of a sword. Morgif more specifically. Seeing it in his hand was all it took to give Yuuri the courage to ram in through the door and forcefully pry the half naked man off Wolfram. He could hear both their startled gasps in the room. Yuuri placed Morgif's blade under the man's neck. Yuuri's teeth grit and eyes wild and angry. Not once stopping to wonder what was wrong with him. He gripped the man's shoulder, blade still under his chin and forced the man to the ground landing on his butt and keeping himself up with his hands on the ground. Yuuri had him pinned by instictively placing the point of the sword under the man's neck.

"Yuuri!" Wolfram cried. Yuuri turned to glare at Wolfram.

"I'm the big cheater huh?!" Wolfram was visibly shaken, hair ruffled, nightgown rumpled one upper arm more visible than the other due to the sleeve being nearly torn down, tears in his eyes. His skin was flushed, lips plumped and kissed red. Yuuri turned to glare at the intruder. He felt his jaw drop, eyes widen and a blow to his gut and loss of air when he saw his own shocked face staring up at him, shirtless only in familiar blue pajama pants from the ground.

…

Yuuri shot up gasping trying to catch his breath as soon as he felt the blow in his gut. He reached up to grab his sweaty face and hair and placed his hands on his chest trying to catch his breath. Once he calmed down and regained his breathing. He looked down only to see Wolfram's knee painfully digging into his gut. Yuuri grimaced and grumbled as he forcefully pushed Wolfram away from him. Once Wolfram was rolled over to his pillowYuuri felt his palms burning. Touching Wolfram left his skin tingly and a little unsatisfied. He looked over at the peaceful form. He looked absolutely like nothing from the Wolfram in his dream. His skin was unblemished, lips pink and soft, and nghtgown perfectly intact. All except for some bare flesh visibly shown from the nightgown getting accidently rolled up. The leg sticking out was all bare thigh and leg. Wolfram's light skin always had alluring glow in the moonlight that shined in through the bedroom window. Yuuri's hands were trembling and still unsatisfyingly tingly. His hands felt compelled to tough the open skin of Wolfram's bare leg. Yuuri began to feel his heart slamming in his chest and his breath tighten. He fisted his hands to force the burning tingle away Luckily Morgif didn't magically appear in his palm again. He buried his face in his palms groaning as he tried to drive all thoughts of the dream away.

It was too weird to even count as a wet dream, so that gave Yuuri some sexuality reassurance What freaked him was seeing himself, not just himself, but a slightly older version of himself with Wolfram, and the moment he woke up, he woke with both the shock of realizing the man ravishing Wolfram was himself and the feel of almost everything older Yuuri had done with Wolfram. The feel of his hands running and rubbing over Wolfram's skin, running his fingers through silky locks. Kissing. He doesn't know how it started but there was definitely lots of it involved. Now his lips were trembling and tingling.

Yuuri shook his head I his palms taking deep breaths, unsure whether he was going to get sick or hard. After several moments of trying to compose himself he felt the bed shifting.

"Yuuri?"

Great. Now his voice was going to drive him crazy. His voice was in the dream too. Probably not in an… attractive way but still.

Yuuri felt Wolfram inching closer ready to place a palm on his shoulder. Yuuri quickly squirmed away not wanting to be touched. He gave Wolfram a look of confusion and fear.

Wolfram pulled back and blink confused and a little hurt with Yuuri's behavior.

"Yuuri talk to me what's wrong." Wolfram made his voice as gentle as possible. Yuuri calmed himself down and muttered.

"Nothing I'm fine." Lets go back to sleep." Wolfram looked down and nodded.

A/N: That's it for the prologue. For anyone wondering, this is not the sistr story to, The Gun In Gunter that I mentioned in the author's note in that story. Hope you all enjoyed. Please leave a review.

Sincerely,

*SS8*

P.S:

I have a friend who goes by the name Spectralight on Youtube (she doesn't have a fanfic account) and she just recently started getting into making Yuuram AMV's, I think she only has one so far. Anways she made a Yuuram AMV with the song Bloodfeather and would very much like to hear some comments or critiques on it. Someone had disliked it without commenting why which made her feel insecure about it so I was hoping maybe you guys can check it out and comment what you think of it. I personally think the song suits the pairing pretty well and the video doesn't seem bad. Don't let her know I told you about it though. :)