A dose of one's own medicine

Chapter one

Yuuri was planning on going home soon. He really missed his mother and, well, he needed to get away from Wolfram for a bit. He was starting to give him a headache every time he entered the room. He looked around the corner and tried to make his escape to the pool. He really hoped that no one knew what he was doing

There, Wolfram sat. He was pensive, with his head in his hands. He knew all too well what was going to happen in a matter of minutes. That cheater would come to the very pool where he sat to make his escape. The prince didn't want to admit that he didn't much blame Yuuri after their previous argument, but it didn't give him the right to ignore his fiancé and runaway. "Damn him" he breathed aloud "always running away.

Yuuri was sneaking up to the pool and looking around to see if anyone had followed him and noticed that they hadn't. He sighed a bit of relief and looked down at the water. He then calmed his mind and asked to go home. The water in front of him started to swirl and he smiled. He was glad to be going home today. He took one last look around and jumped into the water.

Everything had gone black in a matter of moments to the poor young man. He couldn't understand. The last thing he remembered was thinking he saw Yuuri walking toward the fountain, as he planned his series of meaningful Wolfram cut downs, mind you, then he felt wet. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly. Above himself, Wolfram saw something with four blades spinning round and round.

Oh no. Had he been captured by an enemy nation that had plans to chop him up with that horrible Annisina looking contraption?

Yuuri sighed as he walked into his room with a towel over his head. He always hated the fact that he came back wet each time. He looked over and saw a very wet and scared looking Wolfram." Wolf? What are you doing in my home!" He was so surprised to see the prince in his house right now.

Wolfram almost jumped from his skin when he heard someone enter the room. He looked over ready to draw his…sword? Oh god! Where had his sword gone? He was thankful to only see Yuuri, at least for a second before he scuttled to a corner and away from beneath the 'mysterious-Annisina-torture-boy'. "W-W-What the hell is that Yuuri?" he pointed to the spinning blades

Yuuri looked up at the fan and sighed. He reached out and turned it off before walking over to the other boy and placing the towel on his shoulders. "It's called a fan, Wolfram. It keeps me cool when it is rather hot outside." This was going to be very difficult since Wolfram didn't know anything about this world." Are you okay though? You didn't get hurt did you?"

Wolfram nearly scoffed at Yuuri's sympathies. Since when did Yuuri ask him these questions? He stood, nearly falling back down again from the sense of vertigo. "I am just fine! I am not a wimp like some people" With that he realized he was far from fine. To begin with, his head had ached from where he only guessed could have been from hitting his head hard against something on his landing, and if that wasn't bad enough, his skin felt clammy from the wetness of both him and his uniform. The only thing that may have remotely gave away that he was lying was the fact that he winced and brought his hand to his head.

Yuuri rolled his eyes as he saw that the other wasn't alright and moved him over to the bed. He didn't let him sit down just yet because he didn't want his bed to get wet. He walked over to his closet and pulled out some dry clothes and handed them to Wolfram.

"Here, put these on. And then I want you to lay down on the bed. You aren't alright and I know it." He sighed and walked out into the living room and then to the medicine cabinet.

He got some aspirin and a glass of water and walked back into the room. He then handed both things to Wolfram and looked at him." Take these it will make you feel better." He was going to have a hard time explaining this to his mom.

Wolfram glared at him. He knew on his honor as a soldier he had not just seen Yuuri roll his eyes at him, and if things didn't get worse in the young blonde's mind, he had gotten pulled to a bed by Yuuri. What in the great one's name was he doing? Then, Yuuri left his side to pull out some strange looking pieces of cloth, and as soon as he had done that, he retreated to the bathroom. This was all too much for Wolfram, who just stared at what he was told to wear.

Yuuri was kidding right? When he was handed medicine, he took it with out fuss, then he looked to Yuuri. "You expect me to wear that?" He pointed to the burgundy turtle neck and neatly folded jeans. He had never seen such things before.

Yuuri smiled as he looked at the other. "Well if you like I can go and get some of my mother's clothes for you to wear. But right now that is all I have for you. We can go out and get you some proper clothes later if you want. But right now, I am tired and I want to get some rest." He sat down on his bed and looked at the feisty blonde.

The blond scoffed. "Fine." He said before peeling the royal blue uniform from his body, starting with his overcoat, then the under shirt, and after a slight hesitation, his pants. He grabbed the rough material that was the jeans from the bed and pulled them on. Wolfram was quite surprised to find the pants were formfitting and very comfortable, even if they did accent his hips just a little too well. Anyway, next came the burgundy watcha-ma-jiger. He carefully pulled it over his head, wondering for a second if his head would fit through the hole. In the meantime he glared at Yuuri, and once the turtle neck was on, he just looked at the young man. Wolfram thought the pants accented him well, and the turtle neck showed off just how feminine the boy really was.

Yuuri watched as the boy began to take off his clothes, and then turned around as he noticed that he was going to take off his pants as well. He waited until he heard the other speak to him and turned to look at him. He had to admit that Wolf really did look good in those pants and, well the shirt was good as well. He smiled at him and then went to lay down on the bed. "You should get some sleep, Wolf. It will be a busy day tomorrow. I guess you will have to go to school with me." He sighed and turned on his side. He wasn't thinking about where the other was going to sleep at all.

Well, Wolfram did the first thing that came to mind once Yuuri told him to sleep. In his medicine induced haze, he made his way to the bed and climb underneath the cover. His senses were mottled a little from what ever it was that Yuuri had given him. He wondered half-heartedly if they would fit. Sadly, he dismissed the thought once his jean clad legs hit Yuuri's and he was snuggled beneath the warm covers, damp hair and all.

Yuuri turned as he felt the other climb into the bed with him and sighed. He knew he forgot something. But there was no where else the other could sleep. So he rolled over and looked at Wolfram. "Now, don't you get any funny ideas about this. I just don't have anywhere else you can stay. And I don't want you falling out of the bed in the middle of the night." He reached out and pulled Wolfram up to himself and wrapped his arms around him to hold him in place. He really hoped his mom wouldn't come in and see this.

The blond prince buried his head in the other's chest, breathing out something that seemed close to a muffled "wimp" before in turn throwing and arm over Yuuri. He didn't care if Yuuri didn't mean that, it wasn't like he had a thing for the double black demon king. There was nothing there between him and Yuuri, and if you would have so asked Wolfram on any other day, he would have gladly denied any emotion at all. Still he found himself slowly breathing in Yuuri's scent, his face was flushed only in the slightest and it wasn't too long before his body thrummed with the pangs of drossiness and he drifted to sleep in the others arms. He could pretend just for a little while longer that this didn't effect him...

Yuuri listened as the Prince's breathing started to even out and when he looked down he saw that he truly was asleep. He sighed as he looked at him. He had to admit that he did look cute as he slept. But he would never tell anyone that he thought that way. He smiled as he too settled down to go to sleep with the prince. He was going to have a lot to explain to his mom in the morning.