The Feeding

Yuuri closed the door behind him quietly. Looking up, he saw the familiar figure already on bed. He walked closer while unbuttoning his jacket, took only a moment to let it over the chair in front of the vanity mirror.

Wolfram sat up slowly, the only sound the rustle of the sheets. The silence stretched till Yuuri couldn't take it anymore and cleared this throat restlessly.

Wolfram looked intensely at him, bright green eyes almost toxic in the dark.

"Yuuri…"

"I am ready" whispered Yuuri, before looking through the window, where the curtains danced with the nightly breeze. Yuuri closed his eyes, fighting a shiver. There was a bright full moon outside, high in the middle of a sky impossibly full of stars. Suddenly they could hear a distant howl in the night, and Yuuri knew that meant a full Mazoku was being feed.

Wolfram got to his feet on the cold floor, standing next to the bed, and for once not wearing his infamous nightgown. His attention was drawn to that distant call, his instincts reacting to the message behind that distant howl.

Full blooded Mazoku were the strongest warriors in history, the only ones who could wield the elements and become one with nature. The bearers of maryoku, the demons of this realm. The beautiful creatures whose souls were beyond understanding, and whose needs were keep secret from any other races, least would they find out and take advantage of them.

Full blooded Mazokus like Wolfram, the green eyed being that was now looking directly at him with something akin to hunger in his face, held a precious secret.

Every four full moons, came the Blue Moon on Shink Makoku. Every Blue Moon, full blooded Mazokus would feel an imbalance on their life-force, their maryoku would destabilize and take them on a very dark journey. Very young Mazokus, and those with weak magic could survive it by taking special beverages made of Blue Northern Leafs.

But unfortunately, Wolfram wasn't that young nor weak. His magic imbalance was powerful and dangerous…

Yuuri licked his dry lips and started to take off his shirt, his fingers moving methodically down his body, trying hard to remember that this was necessary -his duty. As Maou and as Wolfram's friend he was bound to help him. Even if he didn't like Wolfram that way.

After taking off his shirt, he put it over his jacket on the chair and looked at Wolfram, who had taken a few silent steps closer while he was busy with the buttons, and was now right in front of him. Yuuri felt his heart beating against ribcage and had to force himself to stay in place, to not take a step back.

Wolfram's eyes were translucent by now, and Yuuri's own black ones were suddenly trapped. One part of his mind knew this stage of the game. The Catch: the mazoku would hold their prey (partner, Wolfram called it, but Yuuri had to disagree, he knew he was prey now) with their gaze. He was not admiring Wolfram's eyes, he was literally trapped by them. The Mazoku gaze would exdue maryoku, the energy circling their partner's ("prey!" Yuuri reminded himself hastily) body, preventing all movement, confusing the mind and making the partner believe they were staying there on their own free will.

Mine. It said.

Yours. Would be the only acceptable answer.

But Yuuri never answered. He was the Maou, and his power had no equal. He was sure he could resist any Catch, more so one from another male. All of this was for Wolfram's benefit and health anyway.

Yuuri found out that before he came to Shin Makoku, Wolfram would stay on the castle's cell on his own accord during the Blue Moon, afraid of the damage he could cause to others or himself.

He would be disoriented, restless and scared, he would feel his skin burn with his own fire, his sight blinded by white flashes of moonlight even on the dark cells. He would scream and kick and punch the walls, he would pull at his rich blond hair and cry out. He would put the whole cell on fire, only his own naked glistening white body in the center of that inferno in desperation. If he had been able to get out, he would have killed the first human or Mazoku on sight, only to be able to feed off their blood.

On Blue Moons, the humans feared the demons the most.

But a powerful full blooded Mazoku could be controlled by their partner, if they would only allow them a taste, a small part of themselves, just enough blood to satiate their hunger for magic, for life.

"Yuuri" whispered Wolfram, his voice low and rich, full of promises.

Yuuri blinked, realizing for the first time that he was holding Wolfram's shoulders tightly, bringing the blond Mazoku closer against his body. He shook his head quickly, trying to remember when he had done it.

"Damnit hurry up" hissed Yuuri through this teeth, suddenly angry. He was careful to think that word, angry, because that was easier and safer than any other emotion that could be filling his body with its slow yet unstoppable flow. He closed his eyes to concentrate on his breathing.

He didn't see the hurt on Wolfram's eyes at those words, nor did he see the guilt and shame that took over the green eyed Mazoku.

Wolfram tried hard to control his instincts, he knew Yuuri was doing this because of duty. He knew Yuuri saw the Blue Moon as a bothersome ritual to keep him from burning the castle down to ashes. He didn't know though

"Wolfram, just do it please" urged Yuuri, his voice wavering just a fraction.

"Come" said Wolfram in a soft and luring voice, taking a step back and guiding a very complying Yuuri to bed. The black haired mazoku laid down languidly, and even sighed deeply in appreciation when Wolfram followed and rested half his upper body on top of his.

Wolfram shivered and locked eyes with Yuuri, who now looked almost relaxed, almost expectant, almost willing. Wolfram felt his throat closing up with emotion. This time, only this time, once every Blue Moon, he had Yuuri for himself. And his body sang with it, his maryoku recognizing Yuuri's magic, like a soul mate lost in another life-time who came back just for one night.

And Yuuri gave in to it. For duty.

Wolfram tried to close his mind to reasons, and in an attempt to kill all thought, leaned down to claim those dry lips. Yuuri kissed back.

The first time Yuuri had kissed back during a Blue Moon, Wolfram had been frantic, aflame with excitement and mindless love. But the next day Yuuri had chastised him on using too much maryoku on the Catch. He could not be held responsible for it.

So now Wolfram knew better, and just enjoyed the kiss, pouring his soul, love and life into it.

A shiver shot through his body and he knew his maryoku had found a point to stabilize. Yuuri's magic answered and a new balance was being build between them, weakly at first. A try of each other's magic, a lingering touch of souls.

Yuuri moaned and Wolfram almost lost it, he could feel his skin burning already, and when Yuuri actually bit into his lower lip, all the candles in the room burst alight with the wave of Wolfram's fire magic.

Yuuri actually chuckled at that, the bastard. Wolfram couldn't believe his thoughtlessness, didn't he know how hard he was fighting to keep at least the minimum control? Didn't he know that if Wolfram actually let go, he would rip open Yuuri's throat to drink from him? Wolfram growled and for a moment wanted nothing more than to show Yuuri that he shouldn't, oh shouldn't, play with fire.

Moving with the liquid grace of a being made of fire, Wolfram got on top of him, straddling his hips and holding Yuuri firmly in place with his knees.

Yuuri closed his eyes, his face a dark shade of red and his breathing apparently forgotten. The candles in the room grew hotter, almost blue, at Wolfram's deep growl of appreciation at the sight of his beloved's surrender. He tried to memorize that gesture, that face of complete abandon. Oh, his soul sang.

Leaning down, the fire Mazoku licked a spot on Yuuri's exposed neck delicately. The sensation of Yuuri's pulse was hard and throbbing, there was life in there. Wolfram opened his warm mouth and closed it over that delicious point, only to have Yuuri actually squirm under him. He would have laughed then, but Wolfram was not so cruel as to tell Yuuri that the effect of the Catch was long gone.

Wolfram teeth got hold of that sweet spot, and his jaw closed hard piercing the skin. Yuuri screamed, and suddenly it was chaos.

Wolfram's fire lost control and engulfed both of them, feeding, burning, expanding and consuming, the candles burned down completely and the blue fire encircled them in a blaze. Yuuri hold on to Wolfram's hips and arched under him, his own maryoku answering the hunger and the feed, answering The Call. Wolfram's magic demanded, Yuuri's maryoku obliged. And in a crush of life forces, Yuuri's own magic filled the room, preventing the fire to burn the whole castle down. Yuuri's blue maryoku was an oceanic war drum, and the sound was so loud it was the only thing they could hear for a few minutes. Was only after Wolfram was left trembling, satiated, that they realized that those drums were inside them, their own hearts singing with it.

Yuuri's wound was already closed, not a single mark on his neck to show what had happened, only a deep throbbing in their veins, the strong flow of magic running through both of them as it formed a new Contract, a new balance.

Wolfram was shivering still, and only looked up when Yuuri put his hot hand over his feverish cheek.

"Wolfram?"

Wolfram tried to answer but it he was not ready, so he just nodded. He was sure that whatever it was, could wait.

"I…"

The uncertainty in Yuuri's voice picked on his curiosity, and Wolfram forced himself to pay attention to his words. His eyes, however had to stay closed, keeping them open suddenly felt like a luxury he didn't want to afford.

"Are you asleep already?" Yuuri laughed that goofy laugh of his, but much softer, as if he didn't want to wake Wolfram up.

"I guess… I guess I can tell you then, if you are sleeping"

Wolfram felt a cold spark of fear. They had had Feedings before, so why did Yuuri sound so insecure now? Had it finally been too much for the black haired mazoku?

"I know… I could fight the Catch" whispered Yuuri softly, "but I don't want to, I never wanted to"

Wolfram couldn't help it and looked up, his bright green eyes fixed on the suddenly blushing and stuttering brunet.

"I wasn't –don't think I-"

Wolfram then smiled, he couldn't believe this man was their King, this endearing half Mazoku that couldn't even form complete sentences. He moved his white hand languidly to Yuuri's lips, sealing the other's boy's mouth effectively.

"I know wimp" whispered Wolfram. And he did now.

"Not a wimp" answered Yuuri in hushed tones.