March Madness
Chapter II
A/N: Ok, here is chapter 2 of our month long odyssey. I have came to an executive decision; I will alternate between Yuuri and Wolf. I don't like to do first-person POV, so, yeah. Yesterday was a Yuuri day, so today is a Wolf day! J
Disclaimer: Don't own, full of naughty things, etc…Thanks to all of the reviews! I love to open my email to see a ton of them! Keep 'em coming, and I will make the chapters naughtier. Stop reviewing, and you will get the rest of the story with Yuuri and Wolf playing chess. Soooo, you know what to do. Heh heh heh
Wolfram's POV
Wolfram woke up in his bed, in his old room with the hardest erection of his long life. He was in his first heat, and it was pure hell. He had a high body temperature from his fire magic, and the mating season served to fan the flames, particularly in his lower belly.
The blond reached under his pillow and retrieved a certain black cloth that he had liberated from Yuuri's hamper, and buried his nose in it, inhaling the sandalwood and unique Yuuri-scent, the enticing aroma going directly to his already hardened member. Wolf arched his back, rubbing the shirt against his heated flesh moaning at the feeling of the silk massage. He squeezed the base of his cock and began to stroke himself with his mate's shirt, wishing that it was the real boy doing it to him.
With a hoarse moan, he released all over the material, and fell back on his bed. The tired demon snuggled up with the soiled cloth and settled into a deep, sated sleep.
Later that day….
Yuuri dug through his closet, noticing that everyone of his shirts smelled suspiciously like a certain spoiled blond….
A/NII: Ok, so now we have some Wolf play coming into it. If anyone can guess what Wolfram is doing, I will dedicate the next Wolf chapter to them. J
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