Probably a one-shot fic, it will depend on the reviews. Anyway. I'm seriously tired of all those Kyou Kara Maou fanfics where Wolfram's the cute little uke and Yuuri's in absolute control. I mean, come on! Who's got the fiery personality, huh? Ooh, cheap wordplay… Sorry, I'm beginning to sound like Conrad again! I'll go throw myself off a bridge now, I promise. xD

Disclaimer: I do not own KKM, believe me, or else the series would be rated R plus, not just R. It'd stand for "more than mature and restricted content".

Alright, and the usual warnings are up for explicit sexual content, situations and positions, some angst I guess, bondage and other yummy things of the like. xD

Chapter 1

- "Conrad? Can I speak to you for a second?"

- "Of course, heika."

Yuuri sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time that day and dropped his quill, then rubbed his eyes with his fingers which were very tired from signing papers...

- "It's Yuuri, Conrad. Do I have to give you the order to stop calling me heika?"

Conrad simply smiled. As usual, thought Yuuri. That man had the apparent gift of going through everything by smiling. Shame he couldn't do the same… Anyway, back to serious things.

- "I'd like to talk about your brother."

- "And what do you wish to tell me?" Conrad asked, sitting in one of the chairs in front of Yuuri's desk.

- "He's been, well… even more freaky than usual, really" the raven-haired youth answered, sighing again. "I get less and less sleep, and not only because of all the punches and kicks he gives me during his sleep. I mean, I can't even walk around the castle without him watching me! If I were…" Yuuri gulped, taking a deep breath and gathering up the courage to say the word, "gay, maybe I'd be ok with him being my fiancé, but I can't get used to it! Yet I can't just break off the engagement like that… What would I look like? Conrad, it's so complicated, I can't handle this!"

Yuuri rested his forehead in his hands, thinking about how pathetic a king he was, saying such immature things and not being able to make up his mind… But what was even more depressing was that those things were true. And why did he always have to rely on Conrad anyway? His mind was so messed up…

- "Yuuri…"

At once he lifted his head up. That tone he had never heard Conrad use. Nor had he ever seen that look in Conrad's warm eyes. Or maybe once… when he had fought him in the arena at Dai Shimaron. This predicted nothing good…

- "Don't tell me it's my fault, Conrad!"

- "But did you even once think about what Wolfram wants?"

Yuuri sighed and leaned back into his chair.

- "You were supposed to help me, make me feel better… Of course I thought about it! How could I not when he insists on sharing my bed - well, everything - and wearing that nightgown? I may be young, and straight, but I'm not blind!"

- "Yuuri, listen to me" Conrad said calmly.

After a few seconds, the Maou began breathing normally again as he composed himself. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Conrad again.

- "Alright, I'm listening. Sorry."

- "That's ok" Conrad said soothingly, but still not smiling, a fact that was making Yuuri nervous against his will. "But don't you think you should give it a little try?"

- "Give what a try? A relationship with a guy?"

- "Yes. At least after that you can make up your mind knowing that your final decision is the right one."

- "I never could talk to girls, Conrad, so with a guy… and what's more, this is Wolfram we're talking about! He's not exactly the most stable person on Earth…"

- "I'm just saying you'll have to make that choice on your own, I'm sorry I can't give you more than that piece of advice. Take your time, think about it, but don't wait too long or someone else may take charge."

And at that sentence, Conrad stood up and left the room, leaving a baffled Yuuri on his chair, in front of the still huge piles of documents. What was that supposed to mean, someone else may take charge? He just said I'd have to make that choice alone, thought Yuuri. Anyway, how was he supposed to love his fiancé? A guy! He was sure that in different circumstances, they would have been good friends, but never, ever would they be lovers. At least, they wouldn't share that love… This was so confusing…

It had already been nearly a week since that conversation with Conrad, and Yuuri still hadn't done a thing about Wolfram. He liked to blame it on the gigantic amount of work he had to do… Tonight, he decided he was ready to endure Günther's predictable nervous breakdown and Gwendal's reproaches tomorrow morning and left his office, leaving his remaining tasks behind, longing for the comfort of his bed and sheets… and trying not to think about the fact that the blonde prince would share them. When he reached the door, he took a deep breath before opening it and then turned the handle slowly, to make no noise. When he was in the room, he saw that Wolfram was already sleeping, incredibly occupying only one side of the bed and almost completely hidden by the sheets which were, once again, incredibly still in place.

After closing the door with as much caution as the one he used when opening it, Yuuri began taking his clothes off, throwing them on the floor absentmindedly and walking on tiptoes until he reached the side of the bed. Clad only in his boxers, the young man slipped between the sheets, careful not to wake Wolfram, then rested his head on the pillow and placed his hands behind it, closing his eyes and sighing. There's no getting around it, he thought. If I don't do anything, I'll end up crazy in the end… I'll end up crazy anyway, but I might as well be responsible for a part of it. Might be one of the only things I'll have achieved with success, then…

He nearly died of shock when he felt two strong hands grab his wrists. His eyes shot wide open to find two deep seas of green staring down at him, shining in the moonlight illuminating the room, and with a look he had only seen in those, um, porn- uh cinematographic productions that Murata had lent him back on Earth… and this meant no good. No good at all.

- "W-Wolfram?" Yuuri stammered, shocked, scared and feeling more anxious by the second. "What's that ab-"

- "Urusai, hennachoko!" Wolfram interrupted, in a husky whisper said through clenched teeth.

The prince shifted so that he ended up with his whole body on top of the king's, and not a single part of his anatomy was left to imagination… And that's when it dawned on the raven-haired boy that his fiancé, unlike every single night he could remember he spent in Shin Makoku, was not wearing his provocative nightgown… nor anything else, for that matter…

- "Wolfram?" Yuuri asked again, his voice caught in the back of his throat which felt impossibly tight now. "Why are you… why do you… wait…!"

The prince descended to rest his lips against the little spot where the king's jaw connected with his neck. Yuuri stiffened, feeling more frightened by the second. Why didn't I listen to Conrad? he asked himself in his head, closing his eyes tight. Why did I not understand what he meant by "someone else may take charge"? But it was too late now, Wolfram was in command, and didn't leave him any time to get his bearings. The lips on Yuuri's skin did not move though, and slowly he stopped tensing up, got used to the warm breath on his neck. A little moment later, he even got used to the pressure around his wrists.

He still didn't know what to make of the situation though, and he freaked out again when he felt something hotter and slicker than the lips move against his skin… He gasped and opened his eyes again, then tried to free his wrists from the death grip his fiancé had on both of them. He may have looked pretty and frail, but Wolfram was strong.

- "Wolfram, stop! You're… you can't!"

- "Why should I stop?" the blonde asked with heavy eyes, lifting his head up to look at Yuuri in the eyes. "I can't believe I waited this long when it was that easy…"

- "Wol-"

But his sentence was cut off by soft, pink lips which now seemed to be glued to his. Yuuri was frozen there, incapable of taking in everything that was happening… The kiss, the insisting tongue against his lips demanding further access, his fiancé's weight on him, that thing becoming more and more noticeable… Soon Wolfram lifted his head up again and shot him a death look.

- "What?" Yuuri asked, positively scared witless by now.

The blonde sighed and the angry expression slowly faded from his face.

- "If I let go of your wrists, will you let me really kiss you?"

Incredible. Wolfram was actually offering him a quick and easy way out of this potentially life-altering situation. He gave it some thought, the best he could, then sighed and nodded. The blonde then slowly let go of his wrists, got off him and lied down on his back on his side of the bed. Yuuri couldn't believe it… Now was his chance to run! But he couldn't move… He closed his eyes and tried to regain control over himself, then almost yelled when he felt his wrists caught again. Opening his eyes wide, he saw Wolfram tying a thin scarf tightly around his wrists and then securing them to the bedpost.

- "Wolfram!" Yuuri managed to choke out, alarmed. "Why-"

- "You never could make up your mind, hennachoko. I made up mine. Like it or not, tonight you're my fiancé, and I'll prove it to you!"

No way, this isn't happening, thought Yuuri desperately. But when the blonde checked and tightened the bonds still, he had to face reality: he was bound to a bed, totally defenceless and faced with a naked, impatient, determined and lustful Wolfram. Things could not possibly be worse… or maybe they could. Now that he was sure Yuuri couldn't run, Wolfram would take all his time proving his point and he'd have fun doing it. He once again lied down on top of his fiancé, his lips and tongue diving straight for Yuuri's mouth which he had longed to taste for so long, a hand caressing the raven locks and the other slowly tracing the contours of the athletic shoulders and chest.

This time, strangely, Yuuri felt his body reacting. It was tingling and shivers ran along his spine, their starting point being the tips of Wolfram's warm fingers exploring his upper body and scalp… He had nothing to lose at this point. It was clear the blonde prince would have his way no matter what, so he might as well start enjoying it. Sighing inwardly, he parted his lips and let the foreign tongue invade his mouth. He was quite uncomfortable, having done, well, nothing similar to this before… Wolfram, though, apparently knew exactly what to do. His tongue kept exploring every millimetre and playing with Yuuri's, and sometimes he would even nibble at the raven-haired boy's lower lip.

At first, the king didn't quite know how to respond, so he merely tried to follow. Soon though, he began replying to the kiss while trying to understand what it was that Wolfram was doing that suddenly made him feel this good, made him forget that he had no idea what to do and didn't know if he was doing anything right at all. Of their own accord, during the kiss, his legs had spread and were now encircling his fiancé's, who was now moaning into his mouth, sending shivers of a completely different kind all over his body. He couldn't believe it… This situation was actually arousing. But just as he was really starting to enjoy it, Wolfram lifted his head up again and looked at him intensely, lips half-parted and with a vulnerable, yet dominating look Yuuri would later describe as his favourite expression ever.

- "Why… why did you stop?" Yuuri asked, trying hard to control his panting.

- "I can't… believe this" the blonde answered in a whisper, a faint smile illuminating his face. "You taste so good…"

Yuuri felt himself blushing, and then gathered up the courage to say:

- "I love you, Wolfram…"

He saw those incredible green eyes glisten with tears and for a moment was totally disconcerted.

- "Did I say something I shouldn't have? Don't cry!"

- "No…" Wolfram said, placing a butterfly kiss on Yuuri's shoulder. "It can't be true…"

- "Wolf! Wolf, look at me."

Now was the time. If he waited until he could think properly again… He didn't want to admit it… but how could he not when it was this damned good? And when he saw the look his fiancé gave him, it was the decisive blow to knock down his "I'm not gay, that's it, that's all" barrier.

- "I really do. I love you…"

- "What took you so long, hennachoko?" the blonde asked with a little smile.

- "I'm sorry… I still feel uneasy, I don't… I don't know what to do" Yuuri said.

- "You don't have to be uncomfortable, let me do the work" Wolfram said before bending down again.

Now Yuuri didn't hesitate to let the blonde kiss him, as deep as a kiss ever was. He could feel a warm hand grab the elastic waistband of his boxers and the soft lips left his own to wander down unhurriedly, leaving a trail of scorching fire in the nerves under Yuuri's skin. Then he realized how much he wanted to stroke those shining, golden locks, to take hold of them, to touch Wolfram's body like Wolfram was touching his… In his head, he cursed the bonds a few times, and then remembered that all of this could have been avoided if he had been a man and taken a decision… So he just ground his teeth and, for once, let his fiancé have his way a hundred percent.

It wasn't long until the young king was nude and totally exposed. Wolfram went slowly, stroking Yuuri's thighs, then gradually brought his hands closer to that forbidden area, making Yuuri shiver underneath him and hiss at the touches.

- "Wh… Wolfram?"

- "I've never done this… Better late than never."

And before Yuuri understood, something that felt like a heart attack times infinity square struck him. He closed his eyes tightly and dug his head into the pillow, Wolfram's hand, lips and tongue on his throbbing member sending sensations so intense throughout his body, so wonderfully good, it was beyond words. Not that his mind could form any coherent ones, anyway. He felt everything, every movement of that slick tongue on a particularly sensitive vein, every twitch of those lips now moving up and down at a slow pace, that fire building up inside him spreading from his lower regions… or going towards there? He couldn't tell.

- "Wo… Wol... f… raaaaammmm oh gosh…"

He didn't care anymore. Why did he bother so much about the gay thing anyway? Wolfram was beautiful, strong, he was caring… in his own way, alright, but caring nonetheless… Homophobes be damned, he thought. This was it. He kept tugging at his bonds, trying to break free, but his fiancé knew how to tie people up good. He had no chance of breaking free. He could just pant and moan, trying to say Wolfram's name but only managed to utter disjointed syllables. How could anything feel this good? He was no saint, he had touched himself before. Oh but this was so different…

He felt everything happening in his body over which he now had zero control. He turned his head sideways on the pillow to wipe a bead of sweat from his face and dug his feet into the mattress on each side of Wolfram's waist. White-hot coils seemed to creep up all over him, spreading from his fiancé's fingers, lips, tongue… He felt he'd lose control soon, and some sense was knocked back into him, making him freak out.

- "Wolf… stop, I… damn…" is all he managed to say, panting.

But the blonde totally ignored him, or so Yuuri thought… until Wolfram did it on purpose and accelerated the pace and sucked a little more. Yuuri felt his eyes water from the burning pressure and pleasure inside him… Then it became unbearable and he had to give in. He came hard, closing his eyes tight shut, his mouth wide open in a silent yell of pleasure. He would have liked nothing more than to cry out Wolfram's name, but he was incapable of doing so. He was barely conscious of his surroundings at all… This was bliss. This was heaven. The fog in his brain was now clearing, slowly but surely, and he felt his fiancé lie down by his side and a warm hand resting on his stomach. The raven-haired boy opened his eyes and turned his head towards the blonde to find him staring intensely at him.

- "Untie me" Yuuri whispered. "I won't run away screaming" he added with a little smile.

Wolfram smiled back, and it made Yuuri's euphoria make a screaming comeback. Really, if he had known that such physical intimacy was this… this good, then Wolfram certainly wouldn't have needed to wait that long for it. He watched almost dreamily as his bonds were loosened and his wrists were finally free, and then Wolfram threw the scarf on the floor. As soon as they were free, he brought his hands closer to Wolfram's face, but the blonde shut his eyes tightly before Yuuri could touch him.

- "Hey, relax!" the young king whispered, hoping it sounded soothing. "I would never hit you, you know that…"

The blonde opened his eyes again and Yuuri cupped the flushed cheeks in his slightly trembling hands, stroking the soft, peach-like and fair skin really for the first time. It hit him how beautiful his fiancé was… and felt incredibly stupid for not noticing sooner. Wolfram placed a hand over one of Yuuri's, then slowly had it slide to his mouth so he could kiss his king's fingers slowly, his eyes staring straight into the onyx orbs shining in the moonlight.

- "Gomen, Yuuri…" Wolfram suddenly said.

- "Why's that?" Yuuri asked, surprised.

Then the blonde pinned his wrists to the mattress on each side of his head and bent down on him, stopping an inch from his face and breathing hard.

- "I can't just leave it at that…"

Still they just stared at each other for a few seconds, and Yuuri finally spoke again…

- "I can't either…"

He felt the butterflies flutter in his stomach as Wolfram smirked at him and then stole his breath. Yuuri was getting used to the sensation of those plump lips against his… But now, he could taste himself on that tongue, and it was a slightly bitter and salty taste. It didn't seem to bother the blonde though. And now Yuuri knew that when he decided to do that thing to Wolfram, he wouldn't be surprised at the taste, which, he had to admit, was quite particular. At one point during the kiss, Wolfram had let go of his wrists, so now the raven was free to explore his fiancé's body with a hand, the other being already addicted to the incredibly silky feeling of the golden locks flowing between his fingers.

Yuuri was becoming more and more confident now, so that he wasn't holding anything back anymore. He felt the blood concentrating once again in that single part of his anatomy as Wolfram decided to faintly thrust his hips down, testing the waters and making their arousals brush together. At Yuuri's first moan, Wolfram just couldn't help but smile as he kept kissing his fiancé. He was finally getting what he wanted, and from now on, he was certain he wouldn't have to fight for this again… Yuuri sighed and groaned in disappointment when the blonde stopped kissing him and got off him.

- "Why did you stop?" he asked, annoyed, running his fingers through his hair.

- "I think next time I'll get a gag or something…" Wolfram said. "Stop complaining for a second!"

Why did that blonde, who wanted him so badly a moment ago, seem to be uninterested by him now? Why did he have to quit the good stuff now? And what the heck was he looking in the bedside table drawer for? Yuuri just then realized that he was impatient… so he was actually lustful. He wanted Wolfram. Man, a normal person would burst from having their deepest convictions turned around that radically, in just a few minutes. But at the moment, the prince was all Yuuri wanted, and he decided not to bother thinking about anything else. Soon Wolfram crawled back to him with a little, red glass bottle filled with a transparent substance.

- "Urusai, I know what I'm doing" the blonde said before Yuuri could even open his mouth.

All of the blonde's following movements were closely watched by the young king. Wolfram opened the bottle and poured some of its content onto his fingers. The stuff looked viscous and, as Wolfram coated three of his fingers with it, Yuuri suddenly realized what it was for. He couldn't believe how pathetically innocent he was…

- "Um, Wolfram… I'm not sure about this…" he said in a faint voice.

- "I am" his fiancé told him in a confident voice.

Yuuri gulped and watched, uncertain, as Wolfram let his hand with the lubricated fingers trail down, down… And then he closed his eyes as they ended up kissing passionately again. He decided it probably would be more pleasurable if he just went with it, but his shoulders still stiffened when he sensed a hot finger tracing the contour of his entrance, and then slowly push inside him.

- "Is it uncomfortable?" the blonde asked, pulling away a little.

- "A little…" Yuuri said, thinking about it. "I'm not used to this… it's hard to describe…"

Wolfram looked at him for a moment, then sat up and shifted his position to end up kneeling between the king's legs, then delicately took hold of his fiancé's hardening member. Yuuri gasped and grabbed the sheets in his fists, soon forgetting about the intruding finger.

- "Just breathe, Yuuri…"

Wolfram began moving his finger in and out, slowly, carefully, and at the same time kept the same rhythm up with his hand stroking Yuuri to life again. When the raven closed his eyes, relaxing, the blonde decided to insert a second finger. Another gasp was heard and Wolfram pumped his fiancé's manhood a little faster, trying to make up for the certainly painful intrusion.

Yuuri did feel a little pain, being a virgin, but as soon as he relaxed that pain was gone, as it had with just the first finger. It didn't take a genius to add it all up. If you went with it, it felt good. He soon got used to the two fingers and, despite his hard breathing, said in a shuddering voice:

- "You can… you can get the other one in…"

He couldn't believe he actually had the guts to say that… He couldn't even really believe any of this was happening. But if it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. I really should have listened to Conrad and given this a try way before, he thought. Then Wolfram pushed a third and last finger inside his fiancé, and now Yuuri was prepared. He tried to keep his muscles relaxed, but it felt weird, being stretched like that… He really hoped this was the last finger… He was getting used to it slowly, to the invasion, to the thrusting movement, to the warm hand on his manhood…

- "Do you want to go all the way?" he heard Wolfram say.

Yuuri was having more and more trouble thinking, and Wolfram stopped stroking his throbbing hardness to help him get his bearings. After a few seconds, the young king opened his eyes, lifted his head up from the pillow a little and stared straight at Wolfram's sparkling green eyes.

- "Hai… I…"

He swallowed and dropped his head back on the pillow, resting his cheek against it.

- "I want you" he finally confessed.

He heard Wolfram sigh and let out a soft chuckle, then felt the fingers withdraw from him, leaving him with an empty feeling. As weird as it had seemed in the beginning when they had been pushed in, as weird it was now that they were gone. He decided to look at his fiancé again, and found himself staring at Wolfram coating his own arousal with the remaining lube on his fingers. Yuuri felt himself hardening even more at the sight, but at this point, it didn't even send off the sanity alarm bells in his brain. This was too good for anything to ruin it.

He took the opportunity to get a good idea of Wolfram's size, and decided that he could handle it. Of course it was more than the three fingers, but he would handle it. A short moment later, Wolfram wiped his hand on the sheets and bent down on Yuuri, his manhood resting against the king's entrance and making him shiver. Yuuri buried his hands in the blond mass of silky hair once again and brought Wolfram to his lips, longing for that contact again. They kissed and kissed, doing nothing more, Yuuri's hands in Wolfram hair and Wolfram's hands on each side of Yuuri's chest, holding on to the mattress. Then, without warning, the blonde thrust inside the young raven.

Yuuri let out a little cry and felt the tears sting his eyes. There was pain now. Real pain. Wolfram was definitely more than just the three fingers… He was sure he had torn something. Yuuri was breathing hard, trying to relax, but it didn't work out quite as planned… Let's just say it was hard to relax when you just had something of that size suddenly rammed inside your ass.

- "I'm sorry, Yuuri… I'm sorry…" Wolfram whispered as he softly kissed his fiancé's neck.

Yuuri tried to concentrate on the kisses instead of on the pain… Gradually, he got used to the burning and stretching sensation, he felt his body relaxing and his lungs fill with air at a more normal pace. He let one of his hands travel from his fiancé's hair to his shoulder, then turned his head to lick Wolfram's ear.

- "It's alright now…" he whispered.

- "Are you… are you sure?" Wolfram asked, his breathing irregular.

Yuuri nodded and Wolfram began kissing him again, then began thrusting very faintly, almost shyly, into him. The both of them moaned, and quickly the pace accelerated, the thrusts became more insistent, more firm as they discovered all the pleasure those simple movements could conjure up. Soon Yuuri stopped even trying to kiss Wolfram, panting hard and really, really enjoying this, meeting every of the blonde's moves, as it seemed to be the most enjoyable way… Then, he's not sure what happened, but the tip of Wolfram's erection rammed right into something inside him which made him literally lose his head.

- "Aaaaaahhhhh… oh damn…"

His back arched so badly he thought he was gonna snap in two, little white stars danced in front of his eyes and the waves of pleasure persisted to keep travelling all over his body, making him shiver, sweat, breathe hard and pant as if he had run a thousand kilometres… He felt Wolfram's smirk against his skin and was about to ask him what it was that made him smirk… but ended up gasping again when the next thrust inside him was aimed at that same spot. As soon as his breath came back, he tried to control his hard panting…

- "Wolf… it's… too much…" he managed to say, his voice strained.

- "I'll… hmm… I'll make it… even better…" Wolfram said, nibbling at the spot where Yuuri's collarbone and neck joined.

At that, he let go of the mattress with one of his hands and made it travel all along the king's body until it reached in between their stomachs and took hold of his manhood. Yuuri gasped again and tightened his hold on his fiancé's shoulder and golden hair, feeling a second climax approaching incredibly fast. Now, with all those sensations attacking his mind and body, he could barely breathe… Just as he was about to cum, he pressed his cheek to Wolfram's and, in a husky whisper, said to him:

- "Aishiteru… Wolfram von Bielefeld."

Then he clenched his teeth, but couldn't contain the loud cry of pleasure as that bundle of nerves was hit again, and he experienced a mind-shattering orgasm, spilling his seed into his fiancé's talented hand and between their stomachs. He could feel his entrance and internal walls tighten unbelievably around Wolfram…

- "Yuu… Yuuri…"

It didn't take very long before Wolfram let out a short cry of his own and the raven felt him shake against his body as a warm, coating feeling spread inside him. Then the both of them simply collapsed, panting and sweating and holding on to the other as if their lives depended on it.

Yuuri tried very hard to regain control over his breathing, for he wanted to kiss Wolfram again… He decided that slowly stroking the golden locks would help him get his mind straight. Oh fuck, this was no good… His wordplays were now as lame as Conrad's… At that thought, he let out a little laugh which he didn't quite mean to let out, and Wolfram lifted his head up to stare at him with an exhilarated and dreamy look.

- "Why are you laughing?" he asked, brushing a strand of jet black hair from Yuuri's face with one of his fingers.

- "I was thinking about… something stupid" the young king answered with a chuckle.

- "And that is…?"

- "It's not important."

Before Wolfram could ask again, Yuuri brought the blonde's head closer and claimed his lips again, believing he would never have enough of tasting him, of playing with his talented tongue, of exploring his beautiful fiancé's mouth… After a moment, Wolfram pulled back and carefully withdrew from him and then fell down on his back, by his side.

- "We should go wash off…" the blonde said, wiping his forehead with a hand.

- "It can wait…" Yuuri replied, turning to lie on his side and resting his whole body against Wolfram's. "I'm not uncomfortable anymore."

Wolfram smiled and kissed the top of Yuuri's hair, holding his king's body tightly against his own, barely believing his luck. The raven-haired boy relished the faint smell which was diffusing in the room and the incredible heat emanating from the blonde. He was sore, it hurt, he was still a little disoriented, but all of that was negligible when he thought about it. He felt so different, as if the simple act of accepting, then consummating his relationship with Wolfram had made him a new man. Not a new boy, really a new man. From now on, things would change in his life… He never thought he'd say that, but… it was all because of Wolfram's love for him, and… his love for Wolfram. With this thought he drifted to sleep, lulled by the warm and soft skin against his, the gentle stroking of his hair and the sound of his lover's heartbeat.

Well, I hope I managed to make this story good, and that you enjoyed it! If you wanna leave reviews, of course that's always very appreciated!