Wolfram was swaying a little when he and Daiki got outside, so he held onto Daiki's offered left arm for support as they walked slowly down the street.
"I take it you weren't enjoying yourself much back there?" Daiki observed.
Wolfram snorted. He felt quite unabashed for some possibly alcohol-related reason.
"You could say that. I'm not really a fan of large social gatherings, where I have nothing to to and no one to talk to. Thank you, by the way, for taking me out here."
Daiki flashed him a charming smile.
"My pleasure," he replied warmly. "Are you feeling better?"
"A little. But... I don't want to go back yet," Wolfram said quietly.
Daiki eyed him carefully and then seemed to come to a decision.
"Let's go this way," he suggested lightly and turned to a small side street next to the school with Wolfram in tow.
Wolfram's head felt fuzzy and thick and he was glad that he didn't need to think where he was going.
After a few minutes they came upon a small house, like a cottage and stopped in front of it.
"Would you like to sit down for a while?" Daiki asked and Wolfram nodded numbly.
Daiki fished out a key from his pocket and unlocked to door.
"This is our locker-room," he explained leading Wolfram inside. "We change into our uniforms here, before each game."
The door clicked shut behind them and Wolfram surveyed the room with vague interest. There was nothing much to see, only two rows of lockers on both sides of the room, a long bench between them and a worn-out sofa against the third wall. There was also a door to what must have been the showers and toilets. Daiki led Wolfram to the sofa and sat him down gently.
"Water?" he asked and Wolfram nodded gratefully.
Daiki disappeared into the other room and Wolfram heard the sound of running water. He returned soon holding a glass of water and sat next to Wolfram on the sofa.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Daiki asked handing the glass over to Wolfram.
"Yes, I'm fine," Wolfram replied between gulps. "I'm just... a little hot, that's all."
He was feeling hot for some reason. Wolfram closed his eyes briefly, but opened them again immediately, when he felt Daiki's fingers loosening his tie. Wolfram was surprised, but didn't object and Daiki's fingers also opened Wolfram's collar and then withdrew quickly.
"Better?" Daiki asked, his voice sounding slightly shaky.
"Uh, yes, thank you," Wolfram said, trying to figure out why the situation felt a bit odd.
"So, you're from Europe, right?" Daiki asked after a pause, his voice more firm.
"Mm-hmm," Wolfram agreed, trying franticly to remember the details of their cover-story.
"I heard people are more... liberal there, am I right?" Daiki asked carefully.
"I... suppose so," Wolfram replied slowly, not quite understanding the other boy's meaning.
"I mean that people can... love who they want and not be... judged for it," the other boy continued, uncertainly.
Wolfram's thoughts immediately returned to Yuuri and the pain of their situation hit him again, much stronger this time.
"Hey, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you!" Daiki immediately cried, when he saw Wolfram's pained expression.
Wolfram shook his head and managed a small smile.
"No, it's fine. It's just that... sometimes it doesn't matter how much you love someone, if they don't love you back. Do you know what it's like to know that no matter what you do, you'll never be enough?"
Wolfram's voice broke a little and he felt the stinging of tears in his eyes. What was the matter with him? Sitting here, pouring his heart out to a complete stranger, who probably thought him to be nothing but a weak idiot now.
"Well, I do actually," Daiki said, and to Wolfram's surprise he felt the other boy's arm curl around his shoulders. "I'll always be a disappointment to my parents. I'm just not the kind of son they wanted."
Wolfram turned his head to look at the other boy, who was really rather close to him now.
"That's terrible, Daiki," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."
Daiki smiled at him. There was something different about that smile, it made Wolfram feel quite nervous for some reason.
"It's not all bad," Daiki said. "I can do pretty much what I want now, with no one ordering me around."
Wolfram suddenly noticed with bafflement, that Daiki's hand was slowly playing with the hairs on his neck.
"But, tell me now," Daiki continued, still smiling. "Who is stupid enough to think that you are not good enough?"
The thought of Yuuri flashed across Wolfram's mind and he was instantly back in his dark tunnel of grief.
"I can't tell you," Wolfram sighed staring blankly ahead. "I promised him, you see, so I can't." Suddenly the memory of Yuuri's word's to Daiki came back to him. He hadn't met the right person yet. "He doesn't want me!" Wolfram choked, his shoulders shaking as the tears started to fall.
Damn, that stupid wimp for making him cry! He'd never cried like this since the day Yuuri had returned, not once! And here he was, sobbing uncontrollably into the shoulder of some stranger who... who was...
Wolfram suddenly tried to pull himself free from the tight embrace he found himself engulfed in.
"Oh, Wolfram," Daiki whispered, his mouth almost touching his ear. "Forget about him, whoever he is! He's just an idiot, who doesn't know what he's missing. You are so beautiful. I've never seen anyone even nearly as beautiful as you! From the moment I laid eyes on you, I have not been able to stop thinking about you!"
Wolfram was left momentarily speechless and felt too stunned to resist when the other boy brought both of his hands up to cup Wolfram's face and gazed deep into his eyes.
"Wolfram..." Daiki breathed. "You are perfect and I will tell you so everyday if you'll let me. Please, let me! I want you... I've never wanted anyone like I want you!"
And then Wolfram was suddenly pulled into a fervent kiss. He froze completely and his brain tried desperately to catch up. This couldn't be happening!
When the kiss finally ended, Daiki was breathing hard and gazed at him with unfocused, feverish eyes. Wolfram stared back, still numb with shock, trying to get his brain to clear and his limbs to move. Then Daiki moved closer, apparently encouraged by the lack of resistance, and Wolfram felt himself, to his horror, being gently pushed down on the sofa.
"No. We-we can't!" Wolfram finally managed to protest, when the other boy swooped down to kiss Wolfram's exposed collarbone.
"Don't worry," Daiki said between kisses. "I know what I'm doing. Just relax. Oh, that guy really doesn't know what he's missing..."
"No, please, stop!" Wolfram tried again, starting to panic when he felt Daiki's hand on his belt. Daiki paused and looked a bit baffled, but then he smiled and said something Wolfram couldn't understand.
Unable to reply, Wolfram just looked up at him, and Daiki's smile widened and he moved to kiss Wolfram's exposed chest again. "Stop!" Wolfram tried again, but Daiki seemed to not hear him any more. Wolfram tried to push the other boy away, but he was much bigger and stronger and had apparently gone completely deaf and wild with desire.
Daiki's mouth landed on Wolfram's again, cutting of his protests and Wolfram felt the other boys hands running up and down his body, opening his shirt and slipping under it. Daiki was breathing heavily and grinding his hips against Wolfram's, moaning as the swelling in his pants made contact with the demons body.
"Stop!" Wolfram cried once more in his frustration and reached down to where he usually kept his sword.
And then it hit him. He didn't have his sword.
Desperately he tried to call forth his demon magic, but that resulted in only the tiniest flicker of fire in his palm that went out immediately. And with it went all of Wolfram's remaining strength. He was completely helpless. There was nothing he could do. Nothing.
Wolfram let out a sob, suddenly paralysed with fear. The human boy had managed to open his shirt completely and was kissing his chest hungrily, while his fingers were busily working on Wolfram's belt buckle. Wolfram squeezed his eyes shut and hoped against hope that this was all just a horrible dream and that he would wake up next to Yuuri at any moment.
It's a dream, just a nightmare, he told himself, willing himself to believe it. Just a dream...
And then suddenly the dream changed. The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared and Wolfram opened his eyes and saw his fiancé, who was looking rather formidable and dangerous. It was still a dream, of course. Yuuri never looked like that when he was not in his Maou-form.
"What the HELL is going on here?!" dream-Yuuri yelled in Daiki's face, who he'd grabbed by his lapels and was shaking furiously.
"Yuuri?" Wolfram called weakly and reached his hands feebly towards dream-Yuuri.
Dream-Yuuri dropped Daiki on the floor in an instant and pulled Wolfram into his arms, holding him tightly but gently. Definitely still a dream, but quite a good dream now.
"Did he hurt you? Because if he did, I swear I'll—"
"No, I'm fine," Wolfram assured him, smiling dreamily. "I'm glad you're here."
"I'll never let you out of my sight again," dream-Yuuri whispered and Wolfram wound his arms around his fiancé's neck feeling safe and happy. "Let's go home."
Dream-Yuuri carried him outside where a dream-Conrart was waiting.
"Wolfram! Are you all right?" dream-Conrart asked at once.
Wolfram looked at his dream-brother and smiled tiredly.
"Of course I am, silly. This is a dream after all."
Dream-Yuuri and dream-Conrart exchanged a look, but Wolfram was too tired to care. He just laid his head on his dream-Yuuri's shoulder and closed his eyes.
"How much did he have to drink?" came a voice from somewhere, it sounded a bit like the Sage.
"I don't know," said Yuuri's voice, worriedly. "Wolf?"
Wolfram made a displeased noise. He didn't want to talk, he wanted to sleep.
"Give him here, Yuuri. I'll carry him home," Conrart's voice said and Wolfram was dimly aware of being transferred into his brothers arms, but then his grasp on consciousness slipped and he fell into a peaceful sleep.