Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews, I appreciate all of them. This chapter: Wolfram wakes.

Chapter 3

--Wolfram--

Sometimes I had these frightening lucid dreams right before I wake up. They happened especially when I was anxious about getting up on time for events of terrible importance. It happened a great deal during the war with humans whenever I had a suspicion that either of my brothers was going to head to the battlefield.

In those dreams, I would wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast and hurry over to the throne room willing myself to walk in dignified strides even though my heart was beating fast and loud inside my chest. The corridors would be unusually long and I worried that I wouldn't reach the throne room in time. I would suppress a sigh of relief when my hands finally touched the large double wooden doors. After entering the large chamber, I would realize that I was dreaming because Conrart would be smiling the way he did in our youth before I stopped calling him brother. Then it would happen all over again: wake up, get dressed, breakfast, throne room, Conrart's smile. But with each iteration I would recognize the dream earlier and earlier until my dream-self was angrily yelling at my unconscious mind to get up. That was when the fear took hold -- the dread that I was never going to wake up and I would be forever trapped in that terrible dream loop.

Someone was trying to shake me awake. I moved my shoulder away from their grasp and grumbled, "A few more minutes. I'm still sleepy."

Very few would dare try and disturb my slumber. This particular person shook me even harder, I grumbled louder. He shook harder. I almost pitied him as I called the elements. But before I could throw a fireball at him, he called out, "Your Majesty, it's time for our daily run."

I dispelled the elements, opened my eyes and turned. I was surprised to find Conrart.

"Conrart! Why--"

His figure suddenly blurred, I rubbed my eyes and when I looked at him again, he was gone.

Am I dreaming?

I had not decided that it was indeed a dream even when Yuuri's arm landed on my stomach or even when he snuggled up to me. But when he licked my ear, and his hand moved purposely to an area that real Yuuri would not yet dare touch, there was no doubt. This was a dream.

"Wolfram, thou art the most beautiful creature in this world or any other," dream Yuuri whispered breathlessly in my ear.

My nightgown vanished and his finger was drawing circles near the ties of my underwear, teasing me. "Y-Yuuri..." I moaned breathlessly.

"Ah, my beloved, thy moans art the songs of sirens. Nay, they are nothing compare to thee. Let me drown in the sweetness of thy voice. Let me caress thee in thy secret places and bury myself deep in thy love. Let us become one as no two people before us nor after us could ever hope to become."

What is with this formal tone and this overly extravagant and ornate way of speaking? My dream Yuuri would never speak like this unless I was dreaming of him dealing out justice. No my regular dream Yuuri was shy and innocent and blushes at my suggestive glances.

"Oh, is that what thou desires?" dream Yuuri said and then his demeanor changed. "I-is this what y-you want, Wolf?" he asked in an apprehensive voice and looked at me with big wide innocent eyes.

"Well," I said with difficulty as I try not to picture me pushing him down and having my perverted way with him, "It's not that. E-either way is fine... No! I meant neither is fine."

"Why?" he replied with the most adorable pout I could imagine. Then he licked my nipple. It was with supreme effort, but I managed to throw him as far away from me as possible.

"Wimp," I said trying to rid of all my lustful thoughts, "I'm not in my own room. We're in the royal chamber, remember? With Greta. This is not the time to be having carnal dreams and getting a stiff member."

I never permitted myself any ero-ero dreams as Yuuri called them in the royal bedchamber. Especially, not when our daughter was sleeping with us. I reserved those types of fantasies when I was safe in my own room and Greta was in her own room and Yuuri was on Earth. Otherwise, it was strictly off-limits. I wasn't ready to explain the reproductive process to my young daughter. I would like to postpone that as far into the future as possible. In fact, if it was at all possible (and I was pretty sure Yuuri would agree) I would prefer that she stayed our sweet little princess for the rest of our lives. Plus, from Yuuri's bumbling half-protestations, he himself was not yet ready for that kind of intimacy.

"B-but Wolf, I am ready," dream Yuuri pleaded, "let me just touch you."

He didn't wait for an answer, he cruised his palm on the inside of my thigh parting my traitorous legs which opened up to him quite easily. He seated himself between them and pushed me down on the bed. This dream Yuuri was certainly very aggressive.

"Good, see, it's not so difficult," he said in a low voice as he crushed his lips onto mine. My lips parted to protest which was a very bad decision on my part because he took that as an invitation to shove his tongue into my mouth.

Oh Yuuri, I wish you would be grown-up enough for us to do this.

Damn! This was only a dream! I pushed dream Yuuri again and yelled, "No! No! No! No!"

I stumbled. Thankfully, I was quick enough to recover before I could fall flat on my face. I found myself in the courtyard, fully dressed in the training clothes that Yuuri used to exercise. I noted that the stripes were blue instead of red.

"Your Majesty, are you alright," my brother's voice drifted to my ear.

I looked up at Conrart puzzled. This must be my brain's way of dousing my lust with cold water. I suppose this should work. It must be a memory from my youth when my brother was training me. I hated running and he was a terrible task master. He used to make me run everyday and he would call me "Your Highness" to goad me.

"I'm fine!" I said in a petulant voice.

He gave me a quizzical look before his figure blurred and completely vanished.

No. No. No. Conrart come back. I'll run with you for hours if you want and I won't complain.

It was no use. I found myself on a field of flowers and someone behind me had molded himself to my body. I could feel every inch of him. Every hard inch. He was licking my neck and his hand slipped under my shirt making its way to the sensitive parts of my body.

"That was rather unfair, my beloved, my darling, sweetest of sweets, I drown in thy beauty. Art thou an angel sent down from heaven to sooth my soul? Or art thou an incubus sent to tempt me with thy honeyed lips and delectable body? Does it matter? Nay, for I shall partake of thee not caring from where thou comest from. If the gods sees fit to bequeath thou to me, who am I to deny that gift?"

It was easy enough to throw regular dream Yuuri and cow him to my will. But Justice Yuuri was proving to be more difficult. Quite frankly, I was still in awe of his Maou-mode. Even in dreams, it was difficult to fight with him especially when he was nibbling my ear and his fingers were lightly caressing my nipple. His other hand was making its way from my stomach underneath my... my clothes vanished and I was naked again. This time, the dream even got rid of my underwear.

Hands grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Yuuri with shoulder-length hair and slanted black eyes stared at my naked body with a lustful gaze. I swallowed. This was the demon king through and through. My body responded with great appreciation.

"Say it," he commanded.

There was no denying that order. Blood rushed to my head but I managed to whisper it, "I love you."

His response was not vocal. He said it with his eyes. And I drowned in the depths of those dark demon eyes, full of desire, full of want, full of need, full of.... I dared not even think it. My heart hurt too much. My chest was constricted and it was with great relief when our lips met. I wanted to bury myself deep inside him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted us to melt together and never part.

Someone was yelling my name and shaking my shoulders. I opened my eyes and I was back in the bedroom. I stared at my own green eyes and realized I was looking at myself. Panic was written across my face -- the one that was staring at me. I didn't know whether or not to be disappointed. On one hand, Yuuri and I were just getting to the good part, on the other hand, I really shouldn't indulge in those dreams when I was in bed with Greta and the real Yuuri.

"Wolfram! Wolfram! Answer me," I was yelling. I was amazed at my own self-control, to duplicate a dream self in order to stop myself from doing something terrible. "You're in there, right Wolf. Look all we need to do is undo this. It shouldn't be that hard. Maybe, all we need to do is go to Earth and the dimensional traveling will flip us back..." Okay, so my doppelganger wasn't exactly making sense, but at least my arousal has completely disappeared.

I found myself replying, "You... you are Wolfram. Wolf, do you remember where you are, who you are, who I am?" That certainly made no sense to me. Then again, two Wolframs talking to each other didn't make sense either.

But I was relieved; I could deal with nonsensical dreams. I really should just wake up though. I was probably already late for my tour of duty. Okay, self wake up.

"You're Oda Nobunaga," other dream Wolfram said.

"Where did you learn about Nobunaga?" my dream self replied.

Wake up Wolfram.

The scene dissolved.

I opened my eyes hoping to see the heavy canopy of our bed. Instead I was in the throne room and Maou-mode Yuuri was sitting on his throne on the dais above me. Naked.

"Thou art really troublesome Wolfram von Bielefeld," he said imperiously.

"W-why are you naked? Put some clothes on or you'll catch cold," I told him lamely.

"'Tis gratifying to see thou still worry about me even in thy dreams," he muttered. "But why dost thou resist? Is this not what thou desire. I doubt I read thee incorrectly. My heart and thine agree in this matter."

He stood up, stomped his feet loudly on the marble floor. His reverberating declaration echoed in the room and in my mind, "Thou shall not resist me further."

I found myself sitting in front of a canvas, brush in my hand and a palette on the other. I didn't know what dream Maou Yuuri was planning; it was quite certain this was not my regular sweet, innocent, and virginal dream Yuuri. This Yuuri knew what he wanted and winning over him was going to take a strong force of will. Especially since he was using underhanded means, touching me in all my most sensitive areas.

The painting in front of me was done in realism, a style I hadn't done in decades. But this was not the surprising part. Neither was the lemon he was holding. Nor the fact that the figure was naked. Dream Maou Yuuri was certainly no fan of subtlety.

I had been naked with Yuuri more times than he would care to count. I was quite familiar with his length and his girth. The one that picture Maou Yuuri was handling was, to say the least, enhanced.

"Are we going for a different tactic?" I mused loudly.

The figure in the picture winked at me, threw the lemon off the canvas onto the stone floor and grabbed me by my collar. He pulled me in, and again my lips were crushed with suppressed desire. It was as if he had been projecting my year-long sexual frustration in that one kiss.

I gave in to one more second of ecstasy before I pushed him off back into the canvas. Gods! He was beautiful.

"Look, wimp," I said with a little bit of fear. Maou or not, I really should stop this. He was only a dream. It wasn't as if he would suddenly deal some type of punishment onto me. "we can wait another time. How can I put this plainly. Erection, Greta, Yuuri should never be in the same bed. That's just WRONG!"

He laughed. Demonically.

"But my dearest darling, we have left Greta a long time ago."

"Well, I don't believe you."

"I suppose I should have to show thee. But only a peek."

The scene changed and I was sitting behind Yuuri's desk. Gwendal was briefing Yuuri about my mission omitting the most obviously dangerous parts.

A voice that sounded notoriously like myself asked in a worried tone, "... but with the weather outside like it is, will Conrad and them really be okay?"

Wait a minute... I tried to turn my head but I couldn't.

I was still watching Gwendal who now had one of his frowns, intensity level 8, trained on the area where I normally stand -- at Yuuri's right hand.

"Wolfram," he said in a scolding tone, "are you sure you are well enough to be out of bed?"

Of course, I was. If I was able to stand, why should I be in bed? And for that matter, why was I not at my post? I should be heading towards the border village despite the thunder that was booming outside and the rain pelting the glass window with the apathetic vengeance of nature.

Instead of answering what I should have answered, I heard my voice say in a sheepish tone, "Um... y-yeah, I'm fine. I-I was just worried. That's all. No need to call Gisela."

If I wasn't familiar with my own voice, I could have sworn that was the wimp.

"See, no Greta here," a deep voice inside my head said.

What?!!

Gwendal's figure started to blur, but this time I willed myself to concentrate so that the scene did not vanish. From the pattern of my dream, if this one disappeared, it would morph into another 'seduce Wolfram' scenario. And frankly, I didn't know if I could handle any more of the Maou's persistence. I refused to embarrass myself in front of my daughter and my fiancé.

"Hmmm..." the deep voice contemplated, "in just a few short hours, thy will has strengthened. But my sweet, thou shall not reach his level so easily. He has had several years of experience after all. I shall, however, let thee watch."

I had no inkling whatsoever of what the Maou was planning, but the scene with Gwendal and other Wolfram did not dissolve.

There was a knock at the door and Josak came in. He looked very amused as he handed Gwendal a piece of paper. "This just arrived Commander," he said.

Gwendal opened the piece of paper and his frown deepened. He tried massaging it off which resulted in the opposite. He sighed and stared at me.

"What is it about, Gwendal?" the other me demanded. Not only was my other self being wimpy, he was also being improper. "I-I mean, Elder Brother." Nice save, me. Geez.

I could have sworn Gwendal growled.

"What message comes, Gwendal?" I found myself asking in the voice that was not mine.

Yes, what is in that message?

"Your Majesty," he replied. "The Ten Nobles will be holding a council here tomorrow. Your presence is requested."

"Is that all?" I asked, again in the voice that was not....

Are you controlling my actions?

"No," the deep voice inside my head answered. "I am controlling my actions".

I am not asking these questions and I cannot move my head or hands or anything. I did not get an answer to my complaint.

"No," Gwendal had continued, "the subject of the meeting is your engagement with Wolfram."

"What?!!" my other self asked.

What?!!, I thought.

"What?!!" the Maou inside my head exclaimed. "Do those fools doubt my undying love for thee?"

Probably, you are after all a cheater.

"But darling, I have been thy faithful servant, in this and in the other world. Thou knowest, I would follow thee to the ends of the earth. I would gladly suffer thy scorn, and brave the most noxious smells to see those honeyed-lips play host to the most enchanting smile in two worlds."

Hmph. Even in dreams, all you know is pretty words.

"Dream? Dost thou still believe this a dream?" the deep voice said incredulously.

My body stood up and turned towards the window. The glass reflected black eyes staring back at me.

I'm Yuuri?!!

tbc...

A/N: Next chapter - Wolfram and Yuuri doing what they do best.