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The snow began to whirl violently outside as with a blast of the late night storm air, they smashed callously against the windows trying to break into the heat and take control, before passing on by the cottage leaving a trail of falling snowflakes and a blanket of cold white in the dark night cloud's wake. The guards who had been chasing after the human prisoner and the other two Demon tribesman had turned back a while ago now.

There was nothing in those newly, frosted meadows but just the long and ever flowing white blanket. The roses had gone back into hiding, their beautiful crimson colour now lost to the blank canvas of the storm. Hopefully it would pass over by the end of the night... but there were still a lot of hours between then, and the first touch of sunlight in the morning.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" The one of the owners called out with a bright smile, receiving an strange range of looks from the others. "What? Just me?" He looked over at the crimson eyed boy who was stunned still. His husband chuckled softly as the smaller man pouted out his lip. "No? Okay." He shrugged and lent back against the wall with his arms folded. His husband was looking at him with an raised eyebrow and a soft smile, while directing completely, a pitying look towards the mad boy who was still thrashing about trying to push the now wide eyed Wolfram away. He was shaking his head looking around at the others, still madly terrified as he was trying with all his might to break away. His already open wounds were already flashing deeper as blood began to seep freshly down his lean torso. His fingers flexing wildly as he did everything within his might to break away.

Lazarus had his jaw dropped open in horror, with wide staring and angry eyes at Wolfram. There's...no. Way. His crimson eyes bore through the other with a new and deep, power lustful, loathing. "It's not going to happen." He growled under his breath and made his way up the stairs towards Wolfram. Each step he took, made fresh frost grow on the window pane with his anger.

The blond however just stood there, not knowing what exactly what the hell to do. His cheek stung faintly from the boy's frenzying attempts to try and get away. But he now had a firmer and more secure grasp over his wrists as he writhed and tried to break away. Why him. Why did this type of thing always happen to him! People always getting engaged to him! Why was-

He stopped as he was finally snapped out of his thoughts when a splatter of crimson, flashed across his cheek. The boy was now trying to gnaw his arm free in an attempt to escape. Wolfram had never seen so one look so desperate or wild before. "G-Get off me!" He shouted in English. Tears beginning to pour down his own, dirty, bloodied face. "You need to stop-" Wolfram whispered softly, loosening his grip slightly and for a second held the boy's gaze a bit longer than he thought was necessary. But the boy just carried on shaking his head and shoved Wolfram violently against the wall.

Both now glared into each other as the boy went to lift Wolfram by his throat and throw him over the wall.

His grip never connected, for as skilled as he was now at fighting, his body was simply to beyond being weak. He wouldn't have been able to do much anyway. Wolfram just grabbed his wrists in a tight hold again and did something that surprised even himself.

He pulled the boy forward sharply and let him go for a second as everything around them seemed to slow down.

It was as though, for the second that they connected gazes again, the walls peeled away rapidly to leave only them, beyond the known world which they felt like hey had step into. Something about them seemed to be moving close together and drawn... something neither could describe but only insinuate as a transcendent feeling.

The second stopped and Wolfram slammed his arms around the boy and pulled him in close to his chest. "Stop." He kept saying quietly.
"That's not what you're doing with all these guys." Lazarus snarled and folded his arms. His eyes almost seemed dangerously bright and malicious. But not as harsh as the warm and burning glare which dared to explode out of Wolfram's. The blonde prince had a attitude and anger which could truly match his paired element.

One look at the flare which moved through his emerald orbs were enough to even warn Lazarus of this as the pale boy gave a slight snarl but backed down.

"We... will we be back in a minute." He squeaked and dragged the boy up the stairs as fast as he could and into the room. Lazarus let his mouth fall open as his teeth began to grind together. "That- That son of a bitch!" He snarled under his breath. "He can't possibly hold Danny to that! He's crazy and just on instinct slapped him! No! That can't count!" He barked coldly as one of the owners slowly walked over him.

Under his contacts, Lazarus could see the man's ocean eyes which seemed to brighten and darken between their own choice. That was the weird thing about his tribe. The eyes could be so ever really different. It was what Lazarus normally prided himself on. The individuality which came come from the beauty of his tribe. They can stand out. Take Danny's eyes for example. Lazarus had never seen such more beautiful eyes in his entire life. Prince brat could prance around all he wanted. But that fool would never get his hands on Danny... Not if Lazarus had anything to say about it, that is.

-Break-

Wolfram sighed as he laid himself back onto the available single bed and stared up aimlessly at the ceiling. for fuck sake... why does this always happen to me. He thought with a growl. Every time that one of these idiot demons came from the human world... they ended up slapping him. But haven't you noticed. A smug thought echoed around his head. It seemed to linger as something did seem strange about him. There was something settling softly in his stomach. Warmth and yet fuzzy. Like he was churning but peaceful... no. It couldn't be?

He was contempt?

No.

He shook his head and turn back to Danny who was laid limp on the bed. Unmoving as his eyes turned around the dark room which was only spared light by a candle. The lilac wallpaper was beautiful against the pure cream white boarders. The room wasn't large and wasn't massively filled. Two beds, a double bed with corner bordering and a raised silk curtain canopy over the framing moved softly as Wolfram considered just pulling it across to have some privacy, while Danny was laid on a single bed after crawling over to it, refusing any touch from Wolfram as he dragged his exhausted form to the humble oak frame and smooth warm sheep with pillows ,was the main object which was pushed up against the back wall. Wolfram kept looking over to the large double bed, admiring it's beauty. It had a large quilt and a silk blanket over the top which looked strangely, and freshly cleaned as though it had been made up, just specially for him. On the right was a large glass wardrobe which slid open though it's doors were giant mirrors. Wolfram had seen something like this when he was with Yuri at his home.

Though on the left was a sight which took Wolfram's breath.

By the large glazed windows and satin curtains was a window sill which had a long seat built into it. It was just like in some of those films that Yuri described, like when you would see someone sat and reading a book. The wood frame smooth out so that someone could easily lounge back against it comfortably. Yuri would have loved this. He thought sadly and walked over slowly to close the curtains as the snow began to batter more harshly against the glass. The curtains drew across as Wolfram blocked out the storm from Daniels sight.

The boy was laying pretty much bare on the bed. Only that rag of a loincloth kept his scarred and damaged body from being completely exposed. His arms trembled violently and the boy seemed to tremble as he kept his arms around himself. His hair was an absolute mess and he seemed intent on hiding and covering his eyes from sight. I still find it weird... I can recognise his language so easily... and he can speak in demon language... but he doesn't understand a word of it. Wolfram shook his head. He had never even heard of a case like this. Oh well. He can be taught quite easily. I can teach him myself-

Again he paused. No. Why would he waste his time like that? He had other duties to attend to! He wasn't some peasant... he wouldn't subject himself to something like that. He wouldn't-

But then he locked his gaze on those golden eyes and came to a pause as he looked over the boy's blood soaked face. His chest and arms still dripping crimson from the pained and infected wounds. "Come here." Wolfram whispered softly and began to ease his way forward gently holding his hands up in submission as he knelt next to the bed so that they were eye level. He kept his gaze locked onto those golden orbs. His fingers reaching out slowly to brush away the long and overgrown fringe which now fell down in clumped spikes, almost making daggers out of the orbs behind them. "It's hard to believe there's actually someone beneath all of this dirt." Wolfram grinned and reached out, brushing back the hair and rubbing his hand on top of the boy's cheek, just beneath his eye. His fingers were warm and seemed to let that warmth sink beneath the boy's skin to kindle his core. "Oh."

He pulled back his fingers seeing that he had moved across the dark smudge, "I made a clean spot... I always finish a job I've started." He gently reached around and pulled his arm securely around the boy's waist. Ignoring how the blood dripped onto the sleeve of his shirt. Danny didn't even seem to flinch away now. That's right. Keep calm. Keep the aura around you calm. Soft voice and soft words. He kept thinking back to the way that Lazarus had held and talked to the boy. He smiled and just guided him over the room. Taking small and caring steps as he eyes locked onto the bathroom.

The walls were white porcelain tiles with a bed centred into the middle centre of the room. "He must have gotten a lot of ideas from Yuri's world." Wolfram grumbled, looking around at the rose paintings and petals which littered around the room and the large filled tub which was almost filled to the brim with warm water. "Oh thank the creator." He whispered and closed his eyes for a moment in bliss as he let the steamy warmth of the room fill him and his muscles. Heat. Perfect. Heat. He flexed his fingers and smile before looking over at Danny. "Right... no need to stand on ceremony eh?" He chuckled as Danny shed the loincloth and Wolfram raised his tempted gaze.

He helped the boy into the water but kept him sat up as he examined the boy's torso wounds. "These will heal so much more easily when we cross the border." He sighed. He rummaged around the nearby cupboards and pulled out a vary of herbs and medicine supplies. He noticed some of them were wrote in English... they had been brought over from the other world. This was dangerous. This could be a dangerous game which the man was playing. But it didn't matter any more. Demons tribe were being recalled and brought back. That's all that mattered. "These should help fight away any infection." He paused for a second as he considered deeply how to handle this.

He reached out a hand gently and laced his fingers with the boy's. Their eyes locking as Wolfram gave an encouraging smile and slow nod. "These are going to sting. Okay?" He whispered. "But only for a small while. It's going to help. But I need to clean the areas around it first."

Danny stared at him. His eyes dropping slightly and sinking back in submission.

Wolfram slowly reached out and began to slowly lap the water against the lean build of the boy. The dried out blood was beginning to break away without any hesitation or mercy. Wolfram couldn't help but stare a little with a raised eyebrow. The jagged lines of scars really were taking their time on the boy. Wow. They must really have tortured him quite bad. His finger reached out and gently traced the jagged line where one of the stones had been pushed against his skin and stabbed, just beneath the skin layer. It must have been agony.

Danny began to squirm slightly as he reached out and traced his dripping fingers, over the crease where Wolfram's frown was.

The blonde sighed and instantly reached up, gently wrapped his hands around the boy's. "I'm sorry." He whispered. He hoped that he could message across with his eyes. Pouring his emotion out into some gaze that he hoped the message got across to the other boy. Why am I acting so kind and different to him! His thoughts growled in his head constantly. Not understanding why all of a sudden that he was beginning to feel estranged from himself. This wasn't him. He wasn't the caring type like this. Sure. He looked after his adopted daughter. Yeah he had cared for Yuri. But that was changed now. Yuri was gone. He didn't feel like this for people... so why did he care for this wimp!?

He stared into the boy's eyes. Taking his hand softly as he began to pull out the medication and slide the smooth cream onto his finger. His eyes moving across the varied cuts and wounds. Internally deciding which ones he should address first. Which looked in the worst state of being infected and which looked as though they could get away with until they reached the border. The sooner. The better. He thought snidely.

"A-Ahh." Danny bit down on his lip and closed his eyes as pain shot through his weakened and limp body.
"bite it up." Wolfram whispered giving a strong looked face as he massaged the cream around the wounds. His other hand massaging the skin around the wound gently. His eyes were hard set as he traced his finger along the length of the long open cuts. Finally happy when they had stopped bleeding. "About blood time." He muttered and dared to edge a smile to the side of his mouth.

However he found it awkward as he placed a line of the cream over his fingers and began to massage it into the boy's cheeks. Gently using his thumb to rub the substance in before placing small plasters and bandage pads over the boy's torso. Both paused again though.

There was that split second of pausing. Both unsure what to do. Frozen in a split second of uncertainty as Wolfram stared slightly deeper into the golden orbs which bewitched anyone.

"There we go. Finished." He decided and quickly pulled away and turned his blushing gaze down and away as something began to stir inside of him violently. A swirl of painful emotions. A fuzzy warmth which daggered his chest and began to thrash more wildly as he looked at how the beautiful boy was as he slowly lifted himself through the water. Oh... my... creator. Wolfram glared pointedly and ignored the way that his face exploded into a crimson and uncontrolled blush.

He turned his head back up slowly towards the large clumps and had to stifle a small laugh as he watched Daniel's confused expression from behind the fallen and clumped fringed. Wolfram's heart just seemed to smelter and burst when the boy looked back at him with those eyes. "Here. You're a bit tangled there." He stated. "Can't have you going out like a complete mess now can we, Wimp?" He stated as he took a crouch behind the boy and began to massage his fingers into the hair, moving them delicately along the long strands before gently curling them out as they reached the base of his neck. "When we get home, maybe I can introduce you to some people... or I can even do it myself." He whispered the last part.

What was going on within him! Why was he feeling such emotions around this boy!

He slowly stepped back and handed the boy out a towel before Danny climbed out and pulled back on his loincloth. His body trembling from the cold as he looked at Wolfram for the first time. Looking deeply into his eyes for the first time. He paused. Tilting his head slightly as those maddened and insane eyes seemed to burst forward for a few seconds before being lost and claimed back inside the darkness which had come to plague the boy's mind.

Wolfram had to watch this.

And he couldn't deny.

That even his heart ached at the transformation of watching the boy claimed back to the shadows of his mind.

Or the way that, during the night when they had both gone to bed.

The boy spent his night, crying, tears streaming down his face as he trembled.

Scared that if he cried out.

He would be beaten.

Danny was truly broken.