Parasites

Chapter 2

AN: This is the second almost-lemon I've ever wrote, so bear with me. Oh, and I view Wolfram as the talkative type, especially when he's in control.

THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN UP YESTERDAY, BUT HERE WAS BEING A DOUCHE ABOUT FILE UPLOADS. SO HERE IT IS NOW.

Sorry if this seems long. Enjoy anyway~

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The day after, things seemed a little brighter. Wolfram was more alert in the afternoon, and was holding down various fruit juices along with water. By the end of the day, however, things seemed to dip again and Wolfram grew more exhausted.

"I'm back," Yuuri chimed as he shut the door to his now rather stuffy room with his rear, his hands occupied with a silver tray covered in various snacks and drinks. "I brought some juice and water, some warm apple tea, and a couple flavors of yogurt and bread, in case you need anything."

Wolfram watched Yuuri through glazed eyes as the double black placed the tray of food on the now clear nightstand.

"But… I can't keep anything down…" he mumbled, forcing himself up into a sitting position. He leaned back heavily against the headboard, shivering gently at the feeling of cold air leaking through his clothes.

"Well, with the drugs in your system, you might be able to keep some food down now." Yuuri smiled gently as he held out a small glass of orange juice. "Try some of this."

Wolfram blinked at Yuuri, then took the glass. The king was being unusually kind to him lately, not to mention overly worried. He felt like there was something wrong with him. Not that he didn't mind Yuuri caring about him like this, in fact, it was quite refreshing for him to be so motherly and helpful. It made him feel like Yuuri really did harbor some feelings for him..

Glad the fever hid his blush, the blond cautiously sipped his juice.

"Whenever I was sick, my mom always told me 'toast, yogurt, rice, and water,'" Yuuri said suddenly, quietly arranging the foods on the tray by what kind they were. "They're the easiest foods to digest, so even the most upset of stomachs should be able to handle them."

"Mama has always been very knowledgeable," Wolfram mumbled, smiling gently into his now empty glass of orange juice.

Yuuri smiled a bit, laughing. "Yeah, I guess so. She's pretty weird sometimes, but I guess there's nothing I can do about that." He reached over and took the glass from Wolfram's fingers, and replaced it with a rather tall glass of water. "Here, Gisela said you of all people need to keep their hydration up, and you're looking a little pale."

Wolfram blinked again, but happily accepted the offer. He had been feeling rather thirsty for awhile now, but Yuuri had been gone and no one had been by to check on him. What slackers.

He gulped down most of the glass in one sitting, and in his haste dribbled a little out of the corner of his mouth. He ignored it and let it slide down his chin towards his neck. Gasping gently as he pulled the glass from his lips, he smiled contently.

"I love water."

Yuuri chuckled gently, reaching over with a napkin to wipe up the stray drop. "I can tell; you've got it all over your face."

Wolfram rolled his head towards Yuuri, smiling in a warm fashion the Maoh had never actually seen him use before. He hesitated, his heart suddenly fluttering. What a gentle face…

Stop it, Yuuri.

"Water… It's basically what keeps everyone alive, isn't it?" Wolfram mused, adjusting himself a bit in his seat. He looked away from Yuuri to the far wall. "It's so boring and flavorless… And it's a thin liquid, so it's weak in comparison to a lot of things…" He looked down into his glass, sloshing the clear substance around. "It's completely transparent; nothing can hide in it. It nourishes everything, and at the same time, it's so easy to just drown in it…"

Wolfram had only vaguely noticed the partially delusional state of his mind as his fever finally began to catch up to his psyche, so the fact he was spouting off about water really didn't bother him. He smiled over at Yuuri again lifting the glass to his lips.

"It's so much like you," he mumbled brightly before tilting his head back to swallow the rest of the fluid.

Yuuri blinked. He almost felt touched. Almost.

"Wait, are you saying I'm thin, weak and easy to read?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "Geeze, I sit here and tend to your every need and this is the thanks I get? You're such a hothead!"

"Calm down, you wimp," Wolfram sighed, snuggling back into the headboard tiredly. "Just take compliments when you get them and don't complain."

The demon king hmphed, and handed Wolfram a bowl filled with boring white yogurt. "Here, just try and eat this while I change for bed. You need something in your stomach for this round of pills."

Wolfram nodded vaguely and took the bowl. He stared down into the slop boredly, stirring his spoon around. After a few quiet minutes of playing with his food and listening to Yuuri peel his clothes off, he lifted the spoon to his lips and took in a mouthful. He couldn't really taste it, but the cool temperature was nice.

"Why are you nursing me like this, Yuuri?" he asked suddenly, swallowing before spooning up more yogurt.

"Huh?" Yuuri asked, pausing in his quest to find pants. He turned a bit and tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

Wolfram exhaustedly swallowed more food. "You're never worried about my wellbeing, and you rarely help me when I get injured. So…" He stirred his spoon around. "Why are you so caring all of a sudden?"

Yuuri frowned, looking over at the sick blond as he yanked a new set of pajama pants from his wardrobe. "I've always cared about you, Wolfram; you're my best friend."

"Am I just a best friend?" Wolfram's words were jumbled together in his mumbling. His face seemed to fall, and he stopped stirring his plain yogurt. Noticing the change of face, Yuuri wandered over without finishing his changing.

"Hey, everything's going to be ok," he said enthusiastically, picking up the thermometer and a cover from inside the end table drawer. "Besides, I'm the one who gave it to you, so I have a duty to make sure you get healthy again."

Duty?

Why didn't that sound right?

"I guess so…" Wolfram set the spoon in the bowl and leaned his head back, sighing gently. "I don't want anymore yogurt…"

Yuuri took the bowl from his hands and set it aside. He pressed a button on the thermometer, waited for a beep, and then handed it to his friend. The ex prince took it and shoved the tip under his tongue, closing his mouth around it.

"You need to eat something at some point though, Wolfram. Today's the second day you haven't eaten anything. When we're done with your temperature, why don't you try some bread?"

Wolfram grunted in response, looking over at the tray of food. Nothing on it looked appetizing at all; all he wanted to do was drink water and sleep. Food was the last thing he wanted right now, even though he knew that he needed to eat something. Tearing his eyes away from the food, he watched idly as Yuuri made his way back over to the wardrobe to finish changing. The thermometer beeped before he was done, so Wolfram pulled it out of his mouth and tried to read the foreign numbers.

"It has three lines… And a tiny circle… and.. Another line with two other ones sticking off the right side…" he said loud enough for Yuuri to hear. He looked up when he was done, and was greeted by a rather happy looking Yuuri trotting back over while buttoning his top.

"111 degrees? That's great; your fever is going down!" the king said merrily, taking the device to look at the analogue. "Let's hope this is a good sign."

Wolfram suddenly lurched a bit, hissing and wincing as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. He hated how painful this was at times. He'd be sitting comfortably and suddenly something was ripping his insides apart. Not only was it searing, it was also uncomfortable. It made him squirm. Nothing compared to it; not even a stab from a sword.

Yuuri frowned worriedly at the older demon and gently placed a hand on his back. "I know it's painful, but the pain is a good sign," he cooed, comfortingly rubbing Wolfram's damp back.

Wolfram normally would have jerked away and snapped something about how he could handle it, but he just couldn't seem to muster up the strength. He felt horribly humiliated and ashamed at letting his beloved see him in such a weak, defenseless state. He was a soldier, not a child who needed to be waited on when sick.

The pain lessened ever-so-slightly and the ex prince looked over at Yuuri, who had begun to tap foreign medication into his fingers. Wolfram noticed as the Maoh only took out the little red pills – Eye-Bee-Profen or something – that he'd been fed every few hours, a small, flat-ish pastel pink tablet, and an odd, large, round darker pink one. He was handed a glass of Green Pomegranate juice, and the two red pills.

"Swallow those whole, as usual," Yuuri said, quietly capping the jar of Ibuprophen. "When you're done, chew these up one at a time."

The blond downed the glass of juice, then received the pink pills. He looks at them, then at Yuuri.

"What are they?" he asked curiously, passing off the now empty glass. With his right hand now free, he pinked up the flatter pink disc and examined it carefully. The center held a rounded triangle on both sides, and some odd alien words.

"Just some things to help your system. The Pepto-Bismal will relieve any nausea and the like; the Gas-X will help break up any air." Finding the names completely lost on Wolfram, Yuuri just smiled and held out a glass of sweetened lemonade made from what he'd found to be blue Ponderosa Lemons. "You'll need something to rinse the Pepto down; if it gets stuck in your teeth and you let it sit, your tongue will turn black."

Wolfram wrinkled his face, then popped the disc he'd been examining into his mouth and began to chew. It immediately began to mash into the crevices in his molars, successfully making it nearly impossible to swallow. It's chalky, artificially "fruit-flavored" (more like ass-flavored) taste then stuck to the insides of his mouth and grew more prominent and he quickly tried to unglue it from where it'd pasted itself to his teeth. Yuuri couldn't help but chuckle at the extreme distaste on Wolfram's face.

"It's pretty vile, isn't it?" he commented, smirking as Wolfram began to chug the lemonade. "The liquid stuff is easier to get down, but my mom will only buy those nasty tablets. But hey, it works."

"The other one won't taste like that, will it?" Wolfram gasped, pulling the half-drunk lemonade from his lips to look at the remaining tablet in his hand.

"Nah. It kind of explodes in your mouth though, so try not to inhale as you chew."

Nevertheless, the blond demon soon found himself coughing gently from inhaling some of the powder that had puffed up from the Gas-X as he began to chew it.

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Yuuri, having nowhere else to go, took a nightly residence on the lounge sofa that'd recently been stationed at the foot of the master bed. He'd pulled a comfy blanket and a spare pillow from the closet (his had been infected by Wolfram), and snuggled down into the comfortable cushions. After a brief goodnight to Wolfram, he fell into a calm sleep.

The next thing he knew, he was being pulled under the massive, white-clothed table that sat in the dining room. He squeaked in sudden terror as he was swiftly dragged underneath the floor-length cloth by his ankles, clawing fiercely at the wood flooring. His yelping was soon hushed by a soft hand fiercely encompassing his mouth, while another turned him on his back.

Looming and bent above the Maoh was Wolfram, a mischievous grin tugging the lips on his pink-tinted face. Yuuri quickly noticed the boy was wearing his signature cotton-candy nightie, only it seemed that it'd been modified to just barely cover the thighs of it's wearer when they sat on their knees. The sight of something so skimpy on his fiancé made Yuuri's heart lurch and his face redden. His eyes grew wide, his mouth opening a bit to try and ask him something. The king's eyes were quickly drawn to a tent in the gown. Oh god, how distracting. What did he want to ask again?

"Shhh~" Wolfram hissed, moving to straddle Yuuri's hips. He crawled his upper body forward in a tantalizingly slow manner, the smirk and half-lidded eyes adorning his visage causing Yuuri to stammer and withdraw ever so slightly. He could feel his uniform pants beginning to tighten when Wolfram settled his elbows above his shoulders, and rested his bow-covered chest against his own black-covered one.

"Wh-wh-what are you-?" he finally managed out, not being able to finish as the demon gently placed a slender finger against is lips. Wolfram didn't say anything, but stared down at Yuuri's face in a soft, loving fashion as he began to rake his fingers through the Maoh's hair.

Yuuri's mind felt blank. Something in his subconscious was barking at him to get the older boy off; that this was completely inappropriate and unheard of for men to be doing together. But something else also edged at him louder; something telling him how utterly right and amazing it felt. He felt himself smirk against his will, and reach up to slowly slide his hands down the length of Wolfram's bent spine.

"You seem playful today," he heard himself mumble as he leaned up a bit to touch noses with the blond. "But under the dining table? Really?"

Wolf's tongue flicked out to lick at his king's lips playfully before he finally spoke.

"I had the most amazing dream last night, Yuuri…" he breathed huskily, turning his head to lick and nibble on Yuuri's ear. "I can't get myself to calm down all the way before the memory of it turns me on again."

Yuuri could feel himself grinning wickedly, but his mind was utterly confused, and was that disgust or excitement he felt? Friends shouldn't be so intimate with each other when talking about their wet dreams, but jeeze this seemed so natural and inviting. And Wolf's warm mouth felt so nice on his ear…

"Would you like to tell me what happened?" Yuuri heard himself hiss, his eyes turning to focus on where his fingers were dancing over his fiancé's elevated and barely covered rear-end. "Or would you like to show me…?" He found himself gently pulling up one side of the short dress to properly slip his fingers under the g-string.

Wolfram groaned gently into his ear, a noise that sent a surge into Yuuri's lower-regions. His inner-conscience continued to roll in a bath of confusion as his pants grew more restraining.

The blond demon seemed to frown, sitting up as much as he could without hitting the underside of the table. He reached back and grabbed onto Yuuri's wrists, and proceeded to press them into the wood floor above said king's head. Afterwards, he leaned his face dangerously close and tilted it gently to the side, a sly little smirk on his lips as he stared down at his captive's face.

"Don't think you're going to be dominant today, Yuuri," Wolfram growled, grinding himself once into the front of Yuuri's pants, pleased by the moan he'd ripped from the younger boy's throat. "You know it's my turn."

"Dominate all you want, my kitten."

'My kitten?'

Wait, he was going to let Wolfram top him!? Hold on a sec, why were he and Wolfram even doing this?!

"Don't call me kitten, wimp," the ex prince grumbled, unbuttoning the black coat of Yuuri's uniform. Instead of pulling it all the way off, he pushed it down the king's arms and completely tangled the wearer's hands in it. Wolfram grinned sadistically at the squeak of protest, and ignored it otherwise as he untucked the white undershirt from Yuuri's pants.

"You know, I can't hold on to you if I'm bound like this," the Maoh grunted, squirming gently in a futile attempt to free his wrists.

"Good," was Wolfram's reply. His fingers caressed his lover's sides as he pushed the white shirt up, not bothering to unbutton it. "I don't want you manhandling me like you always do, jerk."

Yuuri felt himself roll his eyes before thrusting his hips upwards to grind the blond demon. This action was quickly retaliated against by Wolfram, whose hands shot down underneath him to roughly grasp Yuuri though his slacks. The Maoh moaned through his teeth, eyelids twitching gently in the sudden burst of pleasure. After a moment Wolfram removed his hands and bent back over Yuuri, supporting himself with his palms. He grinned a bit and gathered his short gown in his fingers to pull up and reveal his skimpy black underwear.

"See this?" he whispered gently, dipping his head into his king's neck to lick the skin at the junction. Yuuri's eyes immediately found their way to where Wolfram's twitching erection peeked out from the top of the g-string, stiff and completely soaked with pre-cum. He had the sudden overwhelming urge to touch it, but remembered that such action was completely impossible, and had to settle for whimpering slightly.

Why was that so hott?

"It's been like this since breakfast," the blond continued, nipping at Yuuri's collarbone. He bit down particularly hard, earning a wince of pain, and apologized for it by lapping at the teeth marks. "It's hard not to touch it, isn't it? I've been restraining myself for a while; I haven't come once yet."

"Sounds painful," Yuuri mumbled heatedly, again thrusting his hips to watch his lover's length twitch at the contact. "Would you like me to relieve you?"

What was he saying? They were both guys; he wasn't about to give in to something like this! …. Right?

Wolfram let go of is nightgown, and Yuuri pouted gently at the block in his view. One of the ex prince's hands moved to remove the underwear, which was quickly discarded off to the side. Taking care not to hit the underside of the oak slab above them, Wolfram flipped his position so his hips were elevated above his lover's face, and the inviting bulge in Yuuri's slacks were at face level.

The king could feel all the blood draining from his face to his groin. Something in the back of his head told him he absolutely loved being in this position. That same thing then quickly began to trample and jump on his reason and his unconscious protests of 'but we're both guys!' like a rampaging bull, and proceeded to make him lift his head to run his tongue across the tip of the blond's member.

Yuuri was suddenly confused when Wolfram pushed himself up higher on his feet so he was out of reach and looked back at him with a glare.

"Hey, did I say you could do that, wimp?" the demon growled, quickly going about unzipping his king's pants and working them down his knees. "I don't remember saying, 'Yes Yuuri, please lick me.'"

Yuuri's face twisted in annoyance. "Then why are you tempting me? Isn't waiting that long painful?" he grumbled, hissing gently as Wolfram freed his erection. He wiggled gently and bit his lip to keep himself from moaning as the older boy ran his tongue down the side of his length.

"It's called patience, Your Majesty," Wolfram breathed onto Yuuri's skin, sounding a little annoyed. "I wouldn't be dominant here if I came first, now would I?"

Rolling his eyes and grumbling darkly about being refused the pleasure of making his fiancé bend to him, Yuuri decided to try and work on the coat that was still holding his hands together. Unfortunately for him, he soon found himself losing his concentration to the tongue and pair of lips teasing his hard member.

"Nnn.. Wolfram!" he gasped, bucking up gently as the blond gave him an extra hard suck. Wolfram moaned into the tip, the vibration from the back of his throat sending sparks up Yuuri's body.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening and the familiar, happy chatter of 3 men filled the otherwise abandoned room.

Yuuri went rigid, and Wolfram paused to look behind him at the end of the table nearest the door. As the two listened intently to the conversation, Wolfram idly began to run his fingers around the leaking head of the length in his hands, completely ignoring Yuuri's sudden struggling, signaling him to stop before they were caught.

They weren't about to be noticed by just anyone; by the voices it seemed that Conrart, Gwendal, and Gunter were the new occupants of the room.

After rightfully identifying the men who'd just sat down not to far down the table from where they were, Wolfram turned his head back around continue licking and sucking on his king's more private parts. Yuuri, now completely self-conscious and terrified, found that all he could do was cover his mouth with his tangle of clothes and hands and try to squirm away. As great as all this felt, he did not want to be doing this with Wolfram when other people were in the room; especially when one of those people were Gwendal.

He waited for a loud bout of laughter (which just so happened to coincide with a poorly held back grunt as he forced himself to hold back his orgasm) to pull the cloth from his mouth to urgently whisper, "Stop it! What if they hear us?! If your brothers find us like this they'll kill me!"

Wolfram had plenty of time to respond, but seemed to completely ignore anything being said to him as he basically tried to pull Yuuri's seed out with suction; apparently he'd known the boy was holding back and was getting very impatient. The double black practically choked himself with his coat to drown out the sound that involuntarily erupted from his throat as he came into his lover's mouth. His arched back straightened as he panted gently against the floor, his face flush from excitement. His eyes wandered to where Wolfram's head was and watched as the blond demon gently cleaned him with his tongue, then abandoned the wilting organ. They met gazes once Wolfram tilted his head down to look at the king. He smirked mischievously.

"Have fun?" he asked quietly as someone slammed their fist on the table to give depth to their argumentative point. Yuuri responded with narrowed eyes and a frown. He had to admit (to himself, not Wolfram), doing this with an 'audience' was strangely exhilarating. It was then that Wolfram lowered himself to his knees, his calves shaking gently as he dropped. Yuuri glanced up at the twitching, gushing organ above him and pulled the jacket from his mouth.

Just quiet enough for the younger boy to hear him, Wolfram breathed, "Suck me."

Dying to make the man straddling his face force himself to hold his voice down, Yuuri quickly moved to comply, but as his tongue began to lap at the pre-cum, Wolfram's voice hit his ears again.

"Yuuri, wake up."

The tone was different than what Wolfram had previously been using; it was more desperate and, well, pained. And loud.

"Yuuri, wake up, c'mon."

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The Maoh woke with a start as he slipped off the lounge couch he'd fallen asleep on. He groaned loudly as he rubbed his poor rear-end, wincing.

"Yuuri."

Said boy looked up to find Wolfram standing over him, clutching a blanket closed around his body. Any lingering thoughts on the dream he'd just experienced completely left his mind as he noticed how pale his companion was in the candle light, and how violently he was shaking.

"Wolfram! What-?" he immediately scrambled to his feet, taking the candle tray from Wolfram's fingers and setting it on the lounge couch. Wolfram winced heavily, his breathing erratic as he quickly clung to Yuuri's shoulders to keep balance.

"Y-Yuuri, something's wrong with me," he gasped, hunching slightly as he dug his fingertips into his lower abdomen as if it'd stop the pain.