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A/N: This chapter was requested by AZ1087653. :) It turned out a bit...darker? than my normal work. More serious, anyways. I know I'm usually better at comedy, so I hope I did okay with this. (And I hope it satisfies your request! xD) Let me know what you think, guys. Also, in case you were wondering, I'd set this kind of early in the KKM timeline, sometime before Greta comes into the plot line, because of the scene with Gisela. :)
Ooh! And I just uploaded a new Wolfram/Yuuri AMV to my YouTube account, if anyone is interested. Not many of my subscribers watch my KKM videos, so I thought I'd let my readers know. XD My username on there is GiGisOssum if you feel like looking it up. :)
Compensation
"We're gonna have a lot of fun with you."
Yuuri shuddered in disgust at the three big men surrounding him. Somehow, the implications of that threat were a lot scarier to him than death was. He'd much rather be captured by Big Cimarron any day than have to go through something as awful as this.
"What, so ugly that you have to take sex by force?" he snorted derisively, in an attempt to mask his fear.
"Why, you little—"
The fist connected to his cheekbone with such a strong force that Yuuri thought he was seeing stars.
He groaned in pain and quickly changed his approach. "I-I mean there's gotta be someone who finds you appealing! If you let me go, I'll help set all of you up with some really nice guys, okay? A-and then you won't have to worry about sharing, either." Yuuri chuckled nervously, bile rising in his throat at the thought.
"Oh, but why do that when we could just have you right now?"
The leader of the group seized Yuuri's shoulders violently. "Yeah, time to stop talking, pipsqueak." He slammed him onto the ground, and Yuuri shut his eyes tightly, feeling sicker by the second. If only he'd passed out from the blow, this would be a lot less horrifying...
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY FIANCÉ!"
The scream ripped through the tent, and Yuuri felt a hot burst of air before the weight on his body was lifted. There was a loud clanging of swords accompanied by a string of cursing, and then after a few moments, everything went quiet.
"Yuuri, you little wimp...always getting yourself captured."
Gentle hands caressed his bruised face, and Yuuri opened his eyes wearily to find Wolfram crouching down in front of him. "Wolf!" he blurted out, trembling in shock and clinging to the front of his shirt desperately. "How did you find me?"
Wolfram rolled his eyes and tried to wipe any tears away before they could fall. "Finding you wasn't the problem, Yuuri. You know I keep close tabs on you at all times," he tried to tease. "But since someone has a no killing policy, I don't know how long it will be before those bastards wake up."
Yuuri glanced around at the three bodies laying in the dirt. Wolf had taken them all out single-handedly? And hadn't taken one life in the process? "You didn't kill them?" he asked in awe.
"No, but I'm sure they wouldn't hesitate to kill us," Wolfram retorted. "Looks like they already took a beating to your pretty face." He frowned, wiping some more dirt off Yuuri's cheeks. "You seem pretty roughed up, wimp. Can you walk?"
"Um, yeah I think so," Yuuri blushed slightly at the continued touching. "I didn't use my Maryoku. I just ran my mouth a little too much."
"They didn't...?"
"Oh...n-no, not...yet," Yuuri answered the unfinished question somberly.
Wolfram cursed. "Do not EVER leave my side again, wimp!" he hissed. "These guys are just a pack of ruffians. They don't care WHO you are. King or not, they'll still do whatever the hell they want to your body." His rage was growing. "They deserve to die."
"Wolf! Wolf, I'm okay now," Yuuri insisted, tugging on his uniform. "Let's go."
Wolfram wrapped one arm very protectively around his fiancé and helped him to his feet. Even though Yuuri didn't need any support to walk, he didn't protest. They made it outside the makeshift tent, and the double black was met with Conrad and Yozak's mingled cries of "Yuuri!" and "Your Highness!" A smile broke out on his face, but before he had a chance to say anything in response, Wolfram staggered and Yuuri just barely had time to save the both of them from falling.
"W-Wolfram? What's wrong?" he demanded worriedly.
"Nothing," the blonde snapped back. "I'm fine." But the dizzy look on his face said otherwise. "Just keep moving."
Yuuri's eyes scanned over him until he spotted the problem. The side of Wolfram's uniform was darkened with blood. Yuuri drew in a sharp breath. "Wolf, you're hurt!"
"I'm fine," he repeated firmly. "We're almost to the horses."
"Conrad!" Yuuri yelled frantically. "Wolfram's bleeding!"
A look of concern darkened Conrad's cheerful demeanor, and he immediately dismounted to help. He hooked an arm under Wolfram's shoulders and tried his best to calm down Yuuri. "I've got him, Your Highness. Go reassure Ao. He's been through a lot of commotion, getting his rider stolen from him."
"Wolfram's riding with me," Yuuri said firmly. "Help me get him up here!"
A worried shadow darkened the doorway.
"Your Highness," Gisela said cheerfully, without looking away from her patient. "I believe I said no visitors."
Yuuri's eyebrows shot up, and he entered slowly. "How did you know it was me?"
The green-haired healer smiled and shook her head. "Let's see. His Highness has a history of disregarding orders when someone he cares about is in trouble. And his fiancé just got wounded. So why should I expect him to listen to my instructions?"
Yuuri blushed sheepishly. "Sorry, Gisela, I just...how is he?"
"Resting," she replied calmly. For the first time since Yuuri had come into the room, she glanced over at him. "Would Your Highness like to try healing him?" she suggested gently.
"Wh—me?"
Gisela had already mentioned to him some time ago that he should have healing abilities of his own, but he'd never actually tried to use them on anyone.
"There's no harm in trying," she assured him.
For a few hours, Yuuri sat beside Gisela and tried to follow her instructions, mimic her actions...but it just didn't work. Nothing worked. He couldn't do a damn thing to help, and it drove him crazy.
Wolfram's wound turned out not to be too serious, and he had completely recovered by the end of the day. (No thanks to his fiancé.) After that, Gisela allowed a few minutes of visiting time for everyone else, then shooed them out, saying that her patient needed to go to bed early.
"That means both of you need to take it easy tonight." She winked at the two boys knowingly.
Yuuri turned bright red. "Wh-what? I wasn't planning on—"
"Come on, Yuuri," Wolfram humphed, dragging him away.
They got dressed for bed and climbed in under the covers. Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief as the cool pillow hit his head. It had been a long day, but everyone was fine now. Still, something was gnawing at him...
"Y-you know, Wolf, you rescued me just in time," he murmured, fiddling with the comforter restlessly.
"Of course I did," Wolfram scoffed. "Like I'd let those hideous animals do anything to you."
"But Conrad told me—you rushed in before he could plan a rescue attempt..."
Wolfram rolled his eyes. "He was taking too long."
"That's why you got hurt..."
"Yuuri." Wolfram's tone was reprimanding. "I simply did what I had to do. You were in danger. I acted quickly. Would you like to tell me what would've happened if I hadn't?"
Yuuri's voice dropped to a whisper. "They...they would've gang raped me..."
Wolfram bristled. "Like hell they would've! I stopped them, and that's all that matters!"
"Wolf, Wolf, calm down," Yuuri said worriedly, grabbing onto his arm. "Gisela said to take it easy."
"She meant during sex," Wolfram scoffed.
Yuuri turned bright red and immediately let go of him. "I'm just trying to say...I want to thank you somehow."
Wolfram cocked an eyebrow at him. "Yuuri, you're safe. That's all I care about."
"I'm safe because of you!" he persisted. "You got wounded because of me, and I couldn't even heal you—"
"You tried to heal me?"
"—and I just want to do something in return!" he burst out, frustrated.
"Okay, then, fine." A slow smile spread across Wolfram's face. "Kiss me."
Yuuri blanched. "W-what?"
"You asked how to thank me, and I want a kiss," Wolfram smirked.
"O-okay, but...what kind of kiss?"
Wolfram stared at him blankly. "What do you mean, what kind of kiss, wimp?"
"Like, you know, a peck, or a smooch, or a—"
Wolfram grabbed the front of his shirt and planted their lips together, cutting off Yuuri's nervous ramblings. He held him like that for a few moments, his lips soft and tender and saying, I'm glad you're safe.
When he pulled away, Yuuri blinked a couple of times, feeling slightly dizzy. "Oh...that kind of kiss." His cheeks were tinted a deep pink, but despite his embarrassment, he scooted closer to Wolfram. He mimicked the other boy's actions, grabbing the front of his nightgown and kissing him gently, so that their lips melted together. Wolfram leaned into him, and Yuuri accidentally fell back against the mattress.
"Oh," he breathed again.
"Oh?" Wolfram chuckled.
Yuuri let go of his nightgown, growing a bit self-conscious at his fiancé's laughter. "I-is that enough to repay you?" he stuttered. He absentmindedly ran his fingers down Wolfram's side, to reassure himself that there was no remaining sign of the earlier injury.
Unfortunately, or fortunately (depending on how you looked at it), Yuuri's touch had a somewhat different effect on Wolfram. The blonde sucked in a breath and smirked in response to his question. "I don't think so, wimp."
Yuuri gasped as their lips came together with more force this time. He shivered as Wolfram's tongue slipped into his mouth, every single nerve in his body on edge and begging for more. "W-W-Wolfram," he tried to speak, "Gisela said to take it easy tonight..."
Wolfram shook his head in amusement. "Fine, then we'll just have to go slow on our first time."