A/N: The 'angst' and 'tragedy' aren't for nothing. There will be no explicit violence but who said you have to hit to hurt someone? Also, I'm not exactly good at grammar so please, tell me if I mess things too much, okay?

Disclaimer: Don't own. Never will. Don't sue ;)

Legends:

- blablabla – speech

Blablabla - thoughts

Here we go...

No, you'll never be alone

When darkness comes

You know I'm never far

Hear my whispers in the dark

(Skillet – Whispers in the dark)

Wolfram always knew…

Even if he still acted like a love sick puppy, the fire mazoku always knew he never stood a chance. It was common knowledge Yuuri was into girls, period. No denial in that. The whole world also knew the Maou never touched his fiancé and never would, just because someone told him boys aren't supposed to date other boys.

It was stupid. Worse, it was sad and even a bit pathetic.

Still, Wolfram kept going. Sure, he would never get anywhere, but it wasn't like he had any choice either. After so long, the blond was afraid of what he would became if that wimpy but beloved part of his heart was finally ripped out. Cause no one could fill the void the Maou would left behind.

No, Wolfram wasn't blind as people like to think. He knew he would drown in self-pity if he ever let his dear king go. That and, of course, his whole family would try to help, making matters even worse. He would be pushed from one family member to another and, when none of them could make anything to bring 'the old Wolfram back', he would be pushed all over again in hope something change.

But it would never change. Push comes to shove, shove becomes fight. And the fight would do nothing but break his heart even more. Without Yuuri and without a family. No, that could never be good.

So, Wolfram stayed. Even when Yuuri's dreams started to became more vivid, more…passionate. Even when the Maou started to touch and bite and rub, the fire wilder never complained. Considering himself lucky for the first time in years, green eyes closed in forced bliss, accepting everything his king was willing to give.

It didn't matter if he was always on his fours like a whore or if his sweet Yuuri was sleeping all along. He couldn't even bring himself to care about tradition and good manners. No, Wolfram just wanted to feel.

However it could never last. After some time, even the dreams stopped, and the blond was left untouched again, doomed to watch over Yuuri's peaceful sleep. Untouched… and alone.

Shinou only knew how wrong Wolfram really was…