Ballet of Kings and Dolls
Touch Me
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long but it was just a hard chapter to write! I also got distracted because I'm taking a hardcore writing class on research. But I'm done in 2 weeks so I can get to this story and write my new one!
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Warning: Some Yuuram and slight disturbing imagery
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"Greta," Wolfram begged, eyes darting between the two frail girls. "This must be some sick joke."
The doll tilted her fine head and grinned eagerly. "Nope. So, who do I kill and who gets released?"
Yuri pointed accusingly at the doll and blurted, "What kind of question is that?! We can't sacrifice someone!"
Upset at the outburst, the doll pressed a thin finger to her lips. "You won't pick?" she asked sweetly, lowering her head so that her fine locks tumbled pass her shoulders.
"No," Yuri stated. "We'll save both of them."
Wolfram shook his head unconsciously, somehow already knowing that answer would never suffice. "They'll make us pick," he murmured, refusing to tear his gaze away from his daughter-to-be.
There was a brief silence, save for the girls' constant struggling. The doll's head abruptly snapped up, exposing her insane stretching of lips and enormous and empty eyes.
"Okay then," she cooed, her voice melting into something chaotic and strangely deep. She raised one of her arms stiffly and gestured with her finger.
The substance upon the foreign girl's body shifted, eliciting her muffled screams of terror. A portion of it stretched and curled beneath her ear, sharp as blade.
It began to slice.
At the suppressed shriek, Wolfram screamed. "Stop, stop!"
The doll's eyes brightened, the pupils of her painted eyes quivering with delight. She motioned with her finger again and the blade did not stop. It did not quicken in pace but rather, sliced agonizingly slowly and almost delicately at the ear.
Yuri shouted in horror, his fingers warming with The Demon King's powers. "Stop," he whispered, eyes fixated at the cruelty before him.
"You cannot change here," the doll croaked, laughing maniacally. "You are stuck! So helpless and so unworthy of His power!"
Though desperate, Yuri sensed it. "She's right," he gasped, glancing to Wolfram. "I feel…"
The shadow removed itself from the girl's mouth and her screams exploded upon the room. Greta sobbed, shutting her eyes to prevent the scene from unfolding before her.
Wolfram, crumbling upon the floor, pressed his hands to his head, frantic. Faintly, barely, somewhere, he heard Yuri's shouting, the continuous screaming, and even the noise of flesh shredding and tearing.
A girl…
One girl….maybe not two…
Which one to pick…
He'll find you anyway….
"You better hurry," the doll teased. "There's not mu-"
"You!" Wolfram instantly bellowed, tilting his head back to glare at the doll.
The abuse stopped and the doll froze in her ranting. "What did you say?" she asked almost cruelly.
Wolfram panted, combating the assault of foreign voices that had mingled with his own thoughts. "You…said there were two girls before us," he began, breath hitching and he suddenly felt empowered.
The doll's eyes narrowed in bemusement.
"You're a girl, doll or not," Wolfram continued, grappling with his body. Finally, he stood and almost laughed pitifully.
"Wolfram, what's wrong with you?" Yuri asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the other's face.
Wolfram finally chuckled, a cruel touch curling his lips. "You never specified which two girls we were comparing. I select you and Greta. Of the two, Greta will be saved and you'll be the one to rot."
Frowning in disbelief, Yuri spat, "B-But...Can that work?"
The doll's arm lowered as her eyes widened. "Impossible," she hissed, growing frantic. "No! I say it's not fair! I wasn't to-"
The shifting liquid leapt from Greta and the second girl with rapid speed before crashing onto the doll. Yuri and Wolfram instinctively rushed forward and snatched the girls from midair just as the doll's screaming rippled through the room.
Greta sobbed, pressing her face into Wolfram's chest. The blonde cupped his hand over Greta's ear and held her protectively as he witnessed the strange matter devouring the doll's porcelain coating.
Blood splattered forth as the toy's outermost layer was chipped and devoured. "H-Help me, please!" she begged, eyes widening with childish vulnerability. "P-Please…"
Staring in awe, Wolfram barely had time to register the doll's swift and dismal death. Her cries filtered through his ears, rendering him nearly deaf and numb to the sensations. It was when Greta shifted in his arms did Wolfram return to the present time and he grasped his daughter to be.
"She's gone," Yuri breathed, assuring himself of the doll's demise. The shadows shivered and faded away, leaving them in a disturbed peace. "Wolfram…"
Wolfram glanced to Yuri and nodded, reassuring the other of his and Greta's safety. "She's fine," he murmured, peering down and noting Greta's eyes shut. The shift in his arms suggested she had fainted and hung limply in his arms now.
A hiss of breath escaped Yuri and Wolfram returned his eyes to the other. "What is it?" he asked, shifting closer, Greta in arms.
"It's fine. I think I got it," Yuri said, cupping his hand to the girl's blood coated ear. The glow of Yuri's healing powers strengthened and Wolfram was grateful the girl had also lost consciousness.
The eerie silence bothered the two boys as it took over. Quick to relieve it, Yuri whispered, "Thank you."
Wolfram pressed a free hand to his forehead, hoping to ease the coming headache. "What for?" he asked quietly, tired.
"I don't know…what I would have done if you didn't answer the way you did."
Sharing a desperate glance at one another, the betrothed couple comforted one another with that look. Wolfram glanced down and mumbled, "It was…"
A rude groan interjected their conversation and the shadows beneath their bodies lengthened in size. In alarm, Wolfram gasped and held Greta closer but the shadows moaned in protest and suckled at her small feet, drawing her into their black abyss.
"G-Greta!" Wolfram hollered, frantic in his gestures.
Yuri shared the same response as the healing girl beneath him vanished into the thickness. "No! Greta!"
Despite their terrified cries, the shadows stilled once more, offering little sympathy. One of the nearby walls trembled slowly as a majestic door manifested upon it. The sharp creak of it opening caught the boys' attention and they wheeled around.
"That door wasn't there before," Yuri mentioned, helpless and unsure of what to do.
Wolfram narrowed his eyes and returned his hand to the throb that persisted in his side. "I think we have to keep going forward."
Yuri looked to Wolfram and noticing the strained face, he rushed over. "Wolfram," he gently said with concern, tapping the other's shoulder. "Does it hurt a lot?"
Brushing the other aside with a dismissive shake of his head, Wolfram altered the subject by stating, "I think the girls will be fine."
Helping Wolfram to a steady stance on his feet, Yuri returned, "Do you think…what Miss Maiden said…about this becoming a doll house?"
"I think so," Wolfram concurred, wincing and suddenly grateful for Yuri's body pressed beside his.
Nodding silently, Yuri pressed his land lightly against Wolfram's hip, shifting their weight more comfortably. In response, Wolfram aided his comrade by clasping the hand upon his hip. The brush of their skin elicited a bundle of shocking sensations throughout their spines.
Involuntarily gasping, Wolfram shot a look to Yuri who held the same surprised face. Their eyes widened in a silent acknowledgment but they quickly averted their gaze.
"That…wasn't the first time," Yuri murmured, easing Wolfram into the newly opened room.
Wolfram swallowed and cleared his throat. "So you felt it before?" he asked quietly as he was greeted with a pungently sweet odor.
Yuri sniffed the air but replied, "Did…you?"
A hesitant crossed over Wolfram's face. "Yes," he whispered. "Here, put me down here. I'm tired."
In the room, which seemed to resemble the dining area, Yuri settled Wolfram against the wall. "I don't see anyone here," he reported as he used the opportunity to scan the place. "It feels weird in here…doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Wolfram agreed, eyes fluttering.
Yuri peered down in time to catch Wolfram's body slumping over. "Wolfram!" he cried, grasping the boy with a steady grip. "Hey, are you okay?"
Wolfram moaned and pressed his face into Yuri's neck. "M'fine…"
As Wolfram's lips shifted to speak, Yuri's body jolted at their soft texture. "W-Wolfram?" he asked as he sensed Wolfram's lips purposely rubbing against his neck.
"M'fine," Wolfram repeated, eyes glazing over with desire.
The bizarre lethargic state that held Wolfram struck Yuri like a vicious slap. The double black easily slumped against Wolfram and mumbled, "Ugh. Wolf…I think…something's…"
Wolfram seemed to moan something in concurrence as his face shifted against Yuri's so that their foreheads grazed. The demon king glanced at Wolfram's parted lips and flushing cheeks and suddenly, Wolfram was a delectable morsel for the taking.
"Wolf," Yuri whispered, wondering when Wolfram looked so…
Wolfram pressed his lips sloppily against Yuri's.
Despite his state, Yuri grunted softly against the assault. Their touching lips elicited a wonderful sensation that seemed to drown their consciousness. Yuri attempted to regain himself. "W-Wolf," he murmured against the other's lips. "W-Wait…"
Wolfram only draped his arms around Yuri's neck in response.
At that time, Yuri lost the battle. Another entity overtook his body as he vaguely caught his arms drawing Wolfram across his hips. He nudged Wolfram's lips open, his mind unconsciously ordering him what to do to get the blonde to respond.
Complying, Wolfram suckled at Yuri's invading tongue as he drew his fingers into a tangled mess in the other's hair. The ex-prince's hips jerked against Yuri's, eliciting strained moans from the couple as the tension and heat in the room escalated to suffocating heights.
"W-Wolf," Yuri began, parting their kiss, his senses seeming to struggle to return. "Wait…what…"
Wolfram only groaned in response, nuzzling Yuri's neck with enough pressure to send the double black sprawling onto his back. The blonde straddled his fiancé's hips, rubbing their groins deliciously against the other.
"Yuri," Wolfram murmured, eyes glazing and mind lost.
Yuri shut his eyes tightly. "Wait," he began, "Wolfram, we…"
"Your Highness!"
Wolfram's darkening eyes slid to the side where a new opening revealed itself. The other men and Murata stumbled in roughly as if having been pushed off a slide too violently.
Conrad, instantly on his feet, noticed the two boys and jogged to them. He paused, however, upon observing their current situation. For once, the man stuttered, "Ah…Oh…Your…"
The strange air in the room seemed to growl in protest to the invasion but it faded away, lifting the curse on the two boys.
Yuri's eyes blinked into focus and he sensed Conrad's eyes. "Conrad?" he rasped, suddenly tired and dizzy. "You all are okay..."
"Oh my, Shibuya. Have you two been shagging while we nearly died?" the voice of Murata teased, his lips spreading into a beaming grin.
Yuri blinked, confused and he glanced up as a sudden weight on his body forced his breath out.
It was Wolfram.
"Wolfram!" Yuri cried, growing red and frantic at the blurry memories.
However, the blonde's eyes remained shut as his curls rested comfortably atop Yuri as if the king were a bed.
"What happened?" asked Varick, his eyes darting around like a frightened wolf. He kneeled beside Wolfram and cradled the body into his arms.
Yuri scrambled to his knees and glanced Wolfram over. "I…well…we…"
"No," Gwendel suddenly growled, his body coming into view.
The room had lightened, allowing for a completely clear view to where they were at.
Murata's eyes narrowed behind Yuri as a hissed escaped him. "Lord Weller," he gravely said.
Conrad instantly grabbed Yuri. "Come along, Your Majesty," he soothed.
"H-Hey!" Yuri protested, struggling. "Where are you taking me? What about Wolfram? Conrad, stop it!"
Wrenching free, Yuri spun around to return to Wolfram when his eyes caught what hung above them on the wall; the body tainted with scars and strung with wires so it was displayed like a beautiful ornament.
"Lady Celi," Yuri breathed.
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I know it wasn't very long, I apologize but I hope to compensate for that soon enough!
Should I get my butt to writing still?
Thanks,
Mirai