A/N: Yey! Second chapter! Sorry if I took too long and if it's too short. Next ones will be longer.

Super-special tanks to Blank ! (I hope this turns out to be a good story too).

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Legends:

- blablabla – speech

Blablabla - thoughts

Here we go…

How the hell did we wind up like this?

Why weren't we able

To see the signs that we missed

And try to turn the tables?

(Someday – Nickelback)

Spring gave in to summer, summer to fall. Soon, winter would came, wrapping everything with a cold white blanket, making the old fireplaces hold fire once again. Soon…but not now.

- You got to be kidding me. – Yuuri couldn't believe what he was seeing. The Maou had just entered his room and was already uncomfortably hot, all thanks to the fireplace burning full force.

It's true Wolfram have been feeling a lot of cold lately, even refusing to be outside after nightfall. The mazoku's stubbornness and pride were probably the only things keeping the blond from wearing a coat all the time, but this was ridiculous! Yuuri couldn't sleep like this!

He can't be that cold. – looking at the sleeping figure on the bed, Yuuri cringed. Not even Wolfram was under the covers but he was also resting like a normal person instead of spread all over the bed, one hand casually on his stomach.

He looks peaceful... What! No way! This is Wolfram I'm talking about! – shaking his head, and starting to doubt his own sanity, the double black marched over the big windows. Soon all of them were wide open and a nice breeze was entering, slowly taking away the warmth.

Yuuri smiled, satisfied with himself. It would take a while until the fire was out but, at least, he avoided dealing with the fireplace. Shinou knew how bad he could mess things if he tried to extinguish the flames himself. Letting out a tired yawn, the Maou started to change, putting his nightclothes and ignoring the way his eyes keep drifting back to the fire mazoku.

It's just Wolf. – he told himself, like always – Just Wolf.

Still, like some other times before, something didn't feel right.

Ignoring the itchy feeling, Yuuri made his way to bed and finally lay down. Whatever it was, it could wait until morning, right?

-x-

Cold. Wolfram was shivering. Something that shouldn't be possible, considering the fireplace and the ridiculous amount of blankets he was currently under. Yet, the blond woke up to realize the fire had burned out and he was now lying on the bed with nothing but his thin, pink nightshirt .

Great. – with his mind still dizzy from sleep, the mazoku tried hard to push his cold body out of the bed. He would lit the fireplace again and go back to sleep. Oh, and he would kick Yuuri's ass in the morning, no doubt.

Easy plan, right?

Wrong.

Hands grabbed his shoulders and Wolfram couldn't help a whimper. So cold! Yuuri's hands felt like ice against his skin. It almost hurt!

Wait! Yuuri's hands? – turning his head back, the blond made out the double black outline in the dark. Moonlight was dim tonight but was still enough for him to realize the Maou was naked. Worst of all, his eyes were closed, again.

- Shit! Wake up! – Damn it, Yuuri! Why do you have to start it all over again? Why now?

But all Yuuri did was bend over, laying his cold body fully against the blonde's back, one hand leaving the shoulder to slowly lift the pink nightshirt. Biting his lip, Wolfram suppressed another whimper, his whole body starting to tremble. So cold…he was so cold…

For the first time since all this mess begun, Wolfram didn't feel the tiny bit of pleasure he learned long ago to hold dear. No, there wasn't any warmth, any hope. Tonight everything was reduced to the ice gripping and slashing and biting until each and every one of his trained muscles were rendered useless.

- Y-yuuri! St-top! – his body and voice were shaking badly now and the blond could feel numbness rubbing in. Still, he kept screaming at the top of his half-frozen lungs – Wake up!

But dark eyes remained shut. Even when Yuuri finally positioned himself.

Stop! I…I can't…. – was Wolfram last thought. Pain shot from his entrance, ripping him apart with raw force. A loud cry escaped his lips, shortly followed by tears rolling down his pale face. All too soon there was movement, tearing him further and further, drawing blood from the wounded flesh. Green eyes started to blur, conscience slowly drifting away, leaving behind just cold and pain.

Someone screamed, the word, maybe a name, echoing through the dark bedroom. However, instead of been left unheard like all the others, fate twisted the possibilities, turning the impossible possible in a blink of an eye.

Dark eyes opened, just in time to see Conrad rush in, sword in hand. Sleepy, Yuuri needed to blink quite a few times to get everything on focus. Yet, when he was finally able to, he couldn't understand, let along believe his godfather expression.

- Conrad? – he asked hesitantly, afraid of whatever was going on. It was just when he heard a soft whimper the Maou finally look down…

…and all hell broke loose.