Parasites
Chapter 3
AN: AAAAHHHHHHH this took too long to write. Enjoy.
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Yuuri quickly sat Wolfram down on the edge of the four poster bed, keeping his hands on the demon's shoulders. As Wolfram keeled over more, his expression grew more and more pained, and Yuuri grew more and more worried.
"Wolf, what happened?" he asked quickly, leaning a bit to see the blond's face better. Wolfram shook his head quickly, hissing through his teeth as he began tapping his feet quickly on the stone floor. Yuuri turned him slightly to properly wrap the older boy's shoulders in a comforting hug. Wolfram strangled back a gentle whimper and buried his face into the Maoh's shoulder.
"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" the double black cooed gently, finding himself affectionately petting his fiancé's tangled blond locks.
"N-no! D-don't make me s-sound weak!" Wolfram grumbled sharply, suddenly trying to pull away from the warm embrace.
"Being in pain doesn't make you weak," Yuuri retorted, letting Wolfram escape his grasp. "Remember, it's a good thing."
The demon shook his head gently, shivers beginning to wrack his body. He pulled the thick blanket closer and mumbled, "This is so much worse than before..."
Yuuri frowned heavily, and began to use his shirt sleeve as a rag to dab away the sweat on the handsome boy's pale face. "It hurts more than before? Where? How much?" he questioned worriedly, withdrawing his arm.
Wolfram just shook his head in answer, the look crossing his face basically saying that if he told, it'd be damaging his pride as a strong soldier. Yuuri groaned gently, then stood and moved in front of him.
"C'mon. The only time I remember the pain being this unbearable was when it was leaving my system," he said gently, reaching out his hands to help the ex-prince up. "We need to get you to a bathroom."
The second Wolfram took Yuuri's hands, he suddenly lurched over, gagged, and spilled most of everything he ate before bed onto his and Yuuri's feet in a disgusting, colorful pile of slop. He coughed, shivered violently, then vomited up more of his stomach's contents. Yuuri squeaked in disgust and backpedaled enough to be out of target range without letting go of Wolfram, and quickly shut his eyes. Now he knew why people always felt like throwing up when they saw someone else throw up. He swallowed the lump in his suddenly stinging throat, then looked over cautiously at his fiancé's panting form. For the moment he seemed to have stopped puking, but he didn't look any better.
"Oh man this is so gross," Yuuri mumbled to himself, shakily releasing Wolfram's hands to seize said male under the arms. "Wolfram, I'm going to stand you up, ok?"
Once he got Wolfram's hesitant approval, Yuuri carefully hefted the boy to his feet and slowly began to walk him towards the door. They only managed a few steps away from the vomit before the blond's knees buckled. Yuuri grunted heavily as he suddenly found himself holding both their weights, and carefully lowered them both to the floor.
"What's wrong? Can you walk?" He asked quickly, lifting Wolfram's chin gently to look at his face worriedly. The demon jerked his head away, almost as if he was ashamed to show his King his distress.
"I-I can walk, no problem!" He managed out through his pain, shakily pushing himself to his feet in defiance. He went to take a step, and instantly sunk back into the stone.
"Wolf, don't push yourself," Yuuri quipped urgently, moving to gather the older boy into his arms. "You'll only make things worse."
"H-hey! Stop; d-don't carry me like some weak princess!"
"Shut up and let me help you. Besides, it's not like you have a choice in the matter anymore."
Once steady on his feet with the heavy demon resting in his arms, Yuuri waddled his way over to the door and tried to open it. Finding it too heavy to open with the ex-prince in his arms, he began to ram the sole of his foot into the solid oak wood. He winced, but kept at it until one of the guards posted outside his room opened one of the doors to figure out the commotion.
"Your Majesty, what's-?" The soldier cut short at the sight of the Maoh struggling to keep his hold on the wiggling, uncomfortable Wolfram.
"Quick, take him to the Men's bathrooms in the Third Corridor!" Yuuri ordered swiftly, moving to pass off the boy to the guard. "He needs to get there a.s.a.p! Run if you have to!"
The soldier stumbled over his tongue as Wolfram was shoved into his custody. "B-but sire, what should I-?"
"Just get him into a stall and wait outside the door; I'll meet you there with Gisela!" The King barked, shoving past to start down the hall to the infirmary.
"Yuuri; wait!"
The Maoh paused and turned to look his ill companion in the face. He gave him a determined, promising smile.
"Don't worry, Wolfram. I'll be back soon."
Wolfram frowned gently, winced, and gave the king a forlorn look before the guard turned and hurried off with him in his arms.
Yuuri sighed, then turned and ran the opposite direction. He knew that, as much as Wolfram hated to show him his weakness, the ex-prince wanted him to be there with him. The truth was, he wasn't keen about leaving his fiancé's side either. It broke his heart all over again to see him in so much agony.
But now, he needed Gisela.
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"L-Lord von B-beilefeld? P-please, may I g-go wait outside?"
Wolfram looked over from where his face was shoved in the toilet, a dark frown adorning his very white features. He was gasping and panting, an oddly colored trail of something dripping down the side of his face.
"No. If you leave me, I'll…" The blonde prince couldn't finish before he dipped his face back into the bowl and wretched up mouthful after mouthful of odd looking, opaque yellow goo. The poor boy dry heaved a moment, shuddered, and carefully turned his head back to the severely nauseated soldier standing behind him in the stall. He looked exhausted.
"…I'll…. Do something…" he finally finished, coughing through the acid lining his throat. Now, through the constant quick fading and reappearing pain slowly making its way through his lower intestine, Wolfram had to deal with the sharp pain of his stomach clenching on itself every time it felt there was something disgusting inside it. He had slept very, very little in the hours beforehand, and everything happening now was just furthering his failure to hold himself.
Much to the relief of the soldier, it was about that time that Gisela barged in and hurried over to Wolfram's slumped form. She barked orders for the dizzy man to leave at once, before quickly going about tending to her patient. The man stumbled out clutching his stomach, and left the two by themselves in the stall.
"Gisela…." Wolfram panted, looking tiredly at the medic's stern face as she turned him to lean against the stall door. "Where's.. Where's Yuuri..?"
"He's changing his pants."
Something inside Wolfram woke up at the odd answer. He blinked, then quirked a brow.
"What?"
"Nevermind. He won't be coming inside until you're better anyway." Gisela gently grabbed the bottom of Wolfram's nightgown and began to carefully pull the sticky, damp fabric up so she could get a look at his abdomen. "Where does it hurt the most?"
The blond winced gently, the look on is face showing that he wasn't happy that Yuuri wasn't coming in. "Here…" he mumbled, lifting his hand to touch the skin over part of his intestine. "Why.. Why isn't Yuuri coming in?"
"I forbade it," The medic said idly, gently placing her fingers to the place Wolfram had pointed. "Please stay still a moment."
Her hands began to glow a gentle green, and for a moment Wolfram felt soothed. The sharp pains lessened to a dull throb, and the burning sensation from the stomach acid began to fade. He relaxed, sighing gently. After a few moments, Gisela's hands returned to normal and she sat back.
"There, that should-"
She was cut off by a sudden wail that erupted from her patient's throat. Wolfram was practically digging his fingers into his skin as he hunched over, hoping to Shinou that the sudden burst of incredible pain would lessen if it was pushed against. When the feeling didn't ease, he found himself with no outlet besides whining, sobbing, and moving his legs all over the floor.
"Y-you made it w-worse!" he cried, pushing his head back against the metal wall, watery eyes and jaw closed tightly as he squirmed.
"I know, I'm so sorry," Gisela apologized, gently grabbing a hold of the boy's biceps to steady him. "I studied His Majesty's earth medicine to see what it did to help. I'm just trying to speed up the process. Please bear with it."
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Yuuri waited outside the Third Corridor men's room for nearly four and a half hours. The castle had begun to stir maybe an hour or so before now, he didn't really know anymore, and when asked what he was doing, he merely smiled tiredly and said he was waiting for Wolfram to emerge bacteria-less. He had nodded off more times than he could count, but was always woken up by the sudden fall of his chin to his chest. On the occasion he was greeted by Conrart or Gwendal, and once even Lasagna (who he quickly apologized to for stealing their supplies the other day). Once most of the castle was awake, Greta found him against the wall and made it her duty to wait for Wolfram as well. She had settled comfortably between her father's legs and wiggled her back up against his chest. But, after waiting for almost an hour, she had begun to doze in place as well.
For most of the night, Yuuri had often found his idle thoughts lingering on Wolfram. Not on anything specific about Wolfram, just on the boy in general. Little things he did that the King always took notice of; the way his face contorted at the mention of someone else liking Yuuri, or the way he always licked his spoon clean after desert with that luscious little pink tongue of his. Boy, did he absolutely love that tongue – wait, no he didn't. Er, no, wait. Maybe he did? Most ideas were conflicted like that most of the night, and each were settled with a compromising, 'okay, maybe I kind of like that. Kind of.'
The king finally checked the digital watch on his wrist, sighing gently at the time.
8:45 AM.
Just when he had decided waiting to find out if Wolfram was okay was the worst and longest experience of his life, the door to the bathroom opened and Gisela emerged with her arms around Wolfram's body to support him. Suddenly very alert, Yuuri gently shook his daughter to wake her up before standing and moving to take his fiancé from the medic.
"Is he going to be okay?" he asked immediately, the pasty, ill color of the demon's face and the severe weakness of his body worrying him greatly. He carefully wrapped his arms around the boy, who leaned heavily against him and groaned exhaustedly. "He looks worse than when he went in."
"He'll be just fine," Gisela chimed pleasantly, gently rubbing Wolfram's back in little circles. "I'm glad to say he has completely passed whatever was in his system. It took a lot longer and was much more disgusting than I had hoped, but once his body had rid itself of everything his fever immediately went down."
Yuuri sighed, relieved, and felt all of the week's tension drain out the soles of his feet. "Thank God," he mumbled, too quietly for anyone to really hear, as he shifted his hold of Wolfram.
"Papa Wolfram!" Greta chimed, getting to her feet and hurrying over. She enveloped the blonde's waist with a loving hug, smiling brightly. "I'm so glad you're better!"
Wolfram seemed to try his best to affectionately ruffle the girl's hair, but barely managed to get his hand on her head. Sensing the boy was seriously about to completely pass out, Yuuri began to lead Wolfram away from the bathroom. Gisela and Greta followed.
"He'll probably sleep for the majority of today, but when he wakes up he's going to need a constant supply of food and water," Gisela explained, helping Yuuri cart the demon down towards the Master Chambers. "He's very dehydrated and everything in his body was flushed out with the bug. It'll take a few days for him to regain full strength, so don't let him start walking around until tomorrow."
"Okay," Yuuri grunted, wincing as the side of Wolfram's head slammed into his as they walked. "Wolfram, try to stay awake long enough to get to the room, won't you?"
Earning only a moan of protest, Yuuri, Gisela and Greta continued down the hall.
Upon reaching the King's bedchamber, Wolfram was sat upon a fresh set of sheets, which, to Yuuri, appeared to be made of this world's Egyptian Cotton. The sheets and comforter were untucked, and the prince was turned, laid down, and carefully tucked in by Yuuri. Before finally falling unconscious, Wolfram grumbled something mindless about the sheets not being silk.
Yuuri sighed heavily and collapsed into the lounge couch, his own lack of sleep beginning to catch up to him.
"Yuuri?" Greta quietly approached her adoptive father, a needy but shy smile on her lips. "Is it… Is it ok to sleep next to Papa Wolfram again?"
The king blinked at Gisela, who nodded, then turned back to Greta with a warm smile. "Of course. Would you like to lie with him awhile?"
Greta's face lit up. "Really? Can I!?" she asked excitedly, bouncing a bit on her feet. Yuuri laughed a bit, reaching out to ruffle her hair.
"You can relax with him until Breakfast is called. Then, promise me you'll go eat and start your studies with Gunter?" he compromised, tapping her on the nose. Greta nodded enthusiastically, kissed her father on the cheek, then hurried over to Yuuri's side of the bed and climbed onto the sheets. After snuggling happily against Wolfram's side, she sighed contently and closed her eyes.
Through the following silence, Gisela curiously eyed Yuuri as he relaxed against the lounge couch.
"Sire," she finally spoke up, frowning gently. "This may be overstepping a line somewhere, but may I ask you a question?"
Yuuri turned to face her with a curious, tired air. He shrugged a bit and adjusted the pillows. "Sure. What's up?"
"Uhm…" Her face tinged pink suddenly, and she looked away nervously. "Earlier, that…. That wet spot on your pants... It.. It wasn't failed bladder control, was it?"
Yuuri could almost feel the blood drop out of his face.
Oh god.
"Uuuuuhhhmmmmmmmm," Yuuri laughed nervously, feeling the blood climb back into his face, only to pool in his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Y-you mean like, did I pee myself..?"
Gisela nodded, glancing at Greta a moment. She trotted over to Yuuri to speak quieter. "Yes. But.. It wasn't urine, was it, sire..?" A kind of knowing smirk crossed her lips at digging up such information, and it was a look that set Yuuri's nerves on edge.
Yuuri hated the feel of his blood setting his cheeks afire, knowing that it's presence would keep the medic from swaying from her ideas.
"How.. How did you…?"
The green-haired woman giggled softly as she took a seat next to her king. "Your Majesty, you forget I'm a doctor," she grinned, leaning a bit closer to drop her voice even lower, just in case Greta was still awake and listening. "Also, I know from a very reliable source that you've been having a lot of wet dreams lately."
Yuuri's jaw dropped. But, he hadn't told ANYONE about his dreams! Not even his diary knew! Who could know to tell Gisela, of all people, about them!? The Maoh found himself so overcome with embarrassment that he just sat there with his mouth hanging open.
"Oh, it seems I have overstepped something," Gisela chimed, standing from her seat. "Sorry Sire, I figured it was a too personal question to ask; but I was just so curious to find out who they were about. But now it's safe to assume you won't tell me." The medic bowed. "I shall take my leave. Good day, Your Highness. Please try to get some sleep."
And at that, she was gone, leaving Yuuri to gawk at nothing in her absence.
"Papa Yuuri?"
The king was drug from his completely blank stare by the small voice of his daughter. She was partially sitting up, a look of worry on her brow.
"Papa Yuuri, what was Gisela talking about? Did you have an accident? Isn't that not normal for people your age?" she questioned, frowning. Yuuri laughed nervously and stood, pressing his fingertips into his right brow.
"Ahaha, no, sweetie, everything's fine. Don't worry about it," he replied, walking around to Wolfram's side of the bed to lean over and ruffle her hair affectionately.
The girl continued to frown in this ridiculously cute manner. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes I'm sure." He stretched a bit, then motioned for the door. "Now run along; surely Doria and the others are putting breakfast down as we speak." As much as Yuuri would have liked his daughter to have stayed with him for a bit longer, he suddenly had some things he needed to analyze in private. Like, for instance, how someone knew about the wet dreams he'd be having for awhile now.
Greta, in turn, pouted, but after a swift look from her kingly father, she crawled off the large bed and shuffled for the door. Before leaving, she gave Yuuri a look that read, 'but I haven't seen Papa Wolfram in days….', successfully sending a pang of guilt into the boy she was silently addressing.
Once the girl was gone, Yuuri turned back to his sleeping fiancé. He smiled; the color was beginning to return to the blond's face already. When he'd found out Wolfram was going to end up just fine, he had felt such a sense of relief; one that was stronger than anything else he'd felt. He had been so freaked out about how giving the demon an alien bacteria could mean certain death, he guessed he'd found himself getting pessimistic.
But here Wolfram was, fever nearly broken and undeniably alive.
Yuuri hadn't realized he'd been caressing the ex-prince's cheek with the back of his fingers until said boy unconsciously nuzzled his hand. He immediately withdrew, berating himself for acting like a love-sick idiot. He was no where close to love-sick with Wolfram, and therefore should not affectionately pet his face, unconscious or not.
Silently dealing with his own mental state, the Maoh wandered over to his side of the bed and rolled onto the sheets. Ahhh, how nice it was to finally lie on his bed again. He smiled contentedly to himself, putting his hands behind is head. With a sighed, he closed his eyes.
And now, time to do some well-needed speculation on who was out to get him.
Wait.
….Was that a body on top of his?
…. And was it… male? Was that thing rubbing against him what he thought (more like dreaded) it was?
Slowly opening his eyes, Yuuri found himself face-to-face with the lustful smirk of a very pink-faced Wolfram. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and probably would have if the blond demon hadn't had him completely pinned to the sheets. As he moved to push the older boy off, he soon found his wrists had been tied to the headboard with what he felt to be lace.
All at once, he stopped questioning what was happening.
Really, conscience? REALLY? Why can't it be some hot chick for once?
"Now now, don't go pulling apart my favorite lace top, Yuuri," Wolfram purred, running his tongue over his lips as one of his hands trailed a path down Yuuri's suddenly naked chest.
Yuuri heard himself grunt annoyedly in response, turning his head a bit to the side to look away from his fiancé.
"Wolf, I thought we agreed on alternating who's on top," he grumbled, craning his head back to try and look at how the knots were made around his wrists.
"Yes, but after all that ballsy shit you pulled earlier about those female suitors, I figure you need a good fucking to get you back in line," Wolfram sighed casually, taking the opportunity to bury his face in his king's neck. He ran the flat top of his tongue wetly down the king's sternomastoid, and paused a moment at the end to peck at the dip where it connected to his collar bone.
Yuuri groaned gently, more in exasperation than pleasure, and wiggled a bit under the slender body of Wolfram. "Dammit, why do you always insist on tying me up? Do you know how annoying this is?"
The blond growled, lifting his head from his fiancé's exposed neck. "Good Shinou you're such a whiner tonight," he snapped, flicking the younger male's nose to show his own annoyance. "Just shut up and let me ravage you already."
Yuuri wiggled awkwardly to throw Wolfram off his game as the latter bent down to try and run his tongue around his left nipple. After a few rather failed moments of foreplay, the ex-prince forced the heels of his palms into the King's shoulders and loomed above him, a dark, impatient look on his face.
"Yuuri," he barked, the usually cringe-worthy anger plastering his face not once affecting a coolly-calm Yuuri.
"Wolfram," the double black mocked with less force, smirking in spite of himself.
Wolfram continued to stare at him with an amazing amount of intensity for what felt like 5 minutes to Yuuri (but was probably no more then 30 seconds) before suddenly climbing off the bed and trotting across the floor. Yuuri watched intently as best he could over the footboard, a bit of disappointment edging his thoughts; his unconscious mind had to admit, making Wolfram all frustrated was kind of hott. He tried to peer farther over the carved wood upon hearing the blond rummaging through something on the other side of the room. He never really could catch sight of what was in Wolfram's hands, even after the older male had trotted back and climbed up onto the sheets again.
"…Wolf?" Yuuri asked gently, quirking a brow in confusion as the gown-clad prince took a seat on his knees between the king's suddenly spread ones. Brows furrowed in what was probably both annoyance and determination, Wolfram proceeded to ignore the double black and grabbed ahold of the g-string clinging to his fiancé's hips. Drawing a paring knife from inbetween his knees and Yuuri's crotch, he reached over and slipped it under the left string, blade facing up into the fabric.
The Maoh felt his heart lurch. When the hell did a knife get down there?! He was about to protest the use of dangerous objects in his bed, but Wolfram moved all too quickly and proceeded to slash both cords in half and discard the now unusable underwear before Yuuri could even make a sound.
Yuuri internally sighed when Wolfram literally tossed the paring knife to the side, where it landed a few feet away from the bed, blade clanging harshly against the stone floor. Normally he'd scold the soldier for tossing such an object so carelessly, but he was just glad it was no where near his lower regions anymore.
"Wolfram, what are you thinking, bringing a knife over-" his own shriek of surprise cut him off once he felt the warm cavern of Wolfram's mouth wrap around the greater half of his soft member.
The mouth left as soon as it had come, but all it gave Yuuri was a quick, annoyed, 'Sush!' before it plunged the Maoh's length back into it's heat. As Wolfram's foreign, yet all too familiar tongue licked and swirled itself around various places on the boy's steadily forming erection, Yuuri quickly found himself losing the battle for both the dominance he deserved, and proper mental thought.
"Goddammit..!" he hissed, struggling against his bonds anxiously. "It's…! It's my turn…!"
Wolfram pulled his mouth from his fiancé, smirking smugly as he crawled up enough to ravage said boy's protesting lips.
Yuuri could only vaguely hear the sound of something snapping somewhere in the room, but certainly realized it's effects at the feeling of something soft, wet, and slippery circling the muscle of his back entrance. Yelping into Wolfram's battling tongue, he began to trash a bit more wildly in protest.
"Stop-! It!" he gasped out through short kisses, kicking his feet. "'S-! My-! Turn-! Asshole-!"
Pulling away, Wolfram grinned terribly and grabbed one of Yuuri's legs with his non-lubricated hand. "You're so feisty. What's with the protesting all of a sudden; you look about ready to burst." He put Yuuri's leg over his shoulder before pressing a finger ontop of the tiny, leaking opening on the head of the other boy's very apparent erection. "I'm just trying to help.~"
"Stop trying… to get me to give up," Yuuri snapped heatedly, his brain moving quite a bit slower than he'd hoped.
"I don't need you to give up; I have you tied to the headboard."
The unusual, not all together unpleasant feeling of Wolfram's slick middle finger sliding inside of him suddenly evaporated as something very hard and solid collided with Yuuri's right side.
The King's eyes flew open, and immediately closed again in pain. By the cold feeling, it seems he'd rolled out of bed on to the floor. If he was on the floor, then that meant he had woken up on impact.
Sigh… Just when it was getting good…
WAIT. No, that WASN'T good. ….Or something…
"I know you were having a nice dream and all wimp, but must you sleep like a friggin' HELICOPTER?"
Yuuri turned and looked behind him to see a watery image of a terrible-faced Wolfram peering down at him from the edge of the bed..
"I swear to Shinou, you must have kicked me about 30 times in the past 5 minutes," Wolfram continued, throwing a pillow down onto the double black's head before retreating over the edge to crawl back to his side.
"Now you know what it's like to sleep next to you every night," Yuuri grumbled darkly, pulling the pillow off his head to sit up. With his back to the bed, he took a moment to stare daggers at the little tent in his pants.
Great. How the hell am I supposed to hide this from Wolfram?
