Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Working out the Paradox ❯ Part 19 ( Chapter 19 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male), Yuuri x Wolfram.

Summary: Ehhh… I think the title should speak for itself. The main goal of this fic is to make a completely straight guy fall in love with a boy… Will I reach that goal? - I think I have already reached.

 

A/N 1: I hate Greta; she is nonexistent in this story, and Yuuri has never adopted her.

 

Working out the Paradox

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Redmarshin

 

Part 19

 

The morning came fast and without a warning. Yuuri roused from his sleep. He could hear a soft snoring wafting from somewhere. After opening his eyes he saw that Wolfram was lying slantwise to the bed, his feet wide, one of them thrown on him, another bent and rammed into Yuuri's side. Wolfram's head and half of his upper body were resting on the floor on the red rug. Wolfram was wrapped into the cover like into an irregular cocoon.

 

Yuuri flushed bright red after realizing that he himself was left completely naked. He wasn't used to anything like waking up and finding himself naked, less after…

 

For a moment there Yuuri even stopped breathing. A weird, unsettling feeling overcame him and accumulated heavily in his gut. Only now he started realizing what happened to full extent. He had…he had done that sort of thing with a guy. It wasn't that he was regretting that, but it was just…unbelievable. He was in bed with a man, with a naked man.

 

Yuuri leaned over and reached his hand to grab Wolfram's. He pulled the blond up until the prince was parallel to him then covered both of them with the cover. Wolfram shifted, got more comfortable in the bed and slept further. Unconsciously, Yuuri smiled at small roundly shaped bruises that had formed on Wolfram's neck and shoulders during the night.

 

Wolfram had been careful with him yesterday. There was no way he could have missed that. Wolfram didn't do anything he didn't want. Careful kisses, tentative caresses. He knew that Wolfram was more experienced in that field but was wary of making him uncomfortable or scaring him off. What they did was a very tentative start - they only masturbated and even then Wolfram didn't touch him, only guided him, in which he touched himself much more than Wolfram.

 

Yuuri listened to now soft Wolfram's breathing next to him. Wolfram looked angelic when asleep: the full lips that had felt delectable when they had been kissing; small pointy nose; dark eyelashes resting against the pale and smooth skin of his cheeks; the fair locks that were so soft to the touch and always smelled of some kind of shampoo; the unbelievably green eyes were closed now, but he knew that besides their emerald shine they could hold fire. He loved Wolfram for that fire, for that spirit he possessed. Little did Yuuri know that those had been Kyota's thoughts exactly. Little did he know and little would he care if anyone told him that.

 

For two years Wolfram had been waging war against him and trying to win him over. Wolfram didn't give up, didn't cease his efforts and Wolfram did win, they both did.

 

A sudden feeling of completeness and gratefulness came over Yuuri and he grabbed Wolfram into a fierce hug.

 

“Y-Yuuri…?” Wolfram muttered, his sleepy and confused eyes blinking at Yuuri's black hair. He could feel Yuuri shaking against him. “Yuuri?” His voice grew worried and he tried to sit up but Yuuri held him firmly. “Did something happen?”

 

His throat constricting painfully, Yuuri shook his head in denial. “No. No, everything is okay, Wolfram. I'm just happy. Very, very happy.”

 

Wolfram closed his eyes, smiling. He relaxed. Yuuri's body felt hot against his. He could still remember Yuuri's kisses, tentative touches and caresses. The remembrance was still burning on the trails that Yuuri had left on his skin. He could still taste Yuuri in his mouth. There still was some of the sticky proof of the previous night on his stomach and between his thighs.

 

Yuuri felt a hot lump forming against his bare thigh. It seemed that Wolfram wanted to repeat yesterday. He had nothing against it - quite the opposite.

 

They both gasped when Yuuri pushed his hips forward against Wolfram's. They were naked and could feel each other hardening further and twitching. Wolfram slid the cover off them to see Yuuri who blushed and felt the urge to cover his groin. Wolfram caught his hand before it could do that. Instead, he moved it aside and lowered his own hand to Yuuri's crotch. He trailed his fingers along the shaft. Yuuri gasped and squirmed on the bed, fighting the sudden wish to close his legs.

 

It had been different yesterday when the dim light hardly showed anything. Wide-eyed and beet red but nonetheless excited and thrilled, Yuuri watched Wolfram's fingers playing with him. It seemed that Wolfram wasn't very sure about what he was doing either. But Yuuri had no complaints about his experiments - the soft stroking where Wolfram's fingertips brushed over the length or his arousal's head was most enthusing.

 

Wolfram was pleased to see Yuuri reacting to him strongly even if Yuuri himself seemed sheepish and was red-faced. But after several strokes when he applied more pressure, Yuuri soon forgot his shyness: his back soon fitted the bedding completely, his head rested on the pillow watching Wolfram's ministrations from under a line of thick eyelashes.

 

Wolfram was reminded once again that Yuuri's skin was a tad darker than his. They both were built similarly and their bodies hadn't finished developing yet, but he already could see that Yuuri was going to be taller and bulkier than him. Actually, Yuuri was going to grow up much faster than him. But he didn't want to think about it right now.

 

Taking the opportunity of Yuuri's wider spread legs, Wolfram moved farther between them. The movement made Yuuri's clouded eyes clearer. He watched Wolfram lean above him.

 

Wolfram's mouth pressed to Yuuri's chest, the soft curls of blond hair feeling cool against his agitated skin. Yuuri shivered at the tickling sensation. As Wolfram's tongue flicked over one of his nipples, of its own accord Yuuri's hand dove into that blonde mass of hair over him. He arched into the hot mouth. Wolfram teased the nipple, his teeth grazing softly then his tongue darting out to soothe it. Wolfram's left hand trailed up Yuuri's stomach to even the score with Yuuri's other nipple.

 

Wolfram closed his eyes at the feel of Yuuri's fingers massaging his scalp, asking and encouraging him further. It was unbelievable to hear Yuuri letting out those deliciously soft sounds. Each of those sounds made him shiver in that warm gust that passed over him after hearing them. The warmth gathered in his chest and stomach and then spread further down, making him react and ache.

 

The blond locks swept further down over Yuuri's skin. Wolfram's kisses bloomed with red hotness over his quivering stomach. Wolfram's mouth faltered over Yuuri's navel and Yuuri's lips opened in a silent gasp as suddenly Wolfram's wet tongue dipped inside, reaching the very bottom of it, making Yuuri jerk underneath Wolfram. The tongue circled the inner walls, making Yuuri moan loudly. Yuuri gripped the sheets under his sweaty palms and let the incredible feeling surge through him when Wolfram's tongue dipped in and out rapidly.

 

Wolfram could feel Yuuri trembling beneath him and it enflamed him even further. He pressed his hand flat on Yuuri's hips to keep him there. Yuuri was left shivering and panting when Wolfram's tongue retreated, letting him to get some of his breath back. Yuuri exhaled loudly, his breath coming out in shaky gasps.

 

Intending to repay for all the pleasure he got yesterday and was getting now, Yuuri reached his hand forward to Wolfram's erect member, but Wolfram retreated back. At the same when time Wolfram lowered his head, Yuuri's lips opened to protest, but they let out only a loud grunt and his hips jerked forward, being held only by Wolfram's hand.

 

“W-Wo… Gah!” he gasped again as Wolfram's tongue lapped at the tip of his penis again. Yuuri's head slammed back into the pillow and his eyes squeezed shut as Wolfram took the part of him into his mouth. It was hot and warm and wet and slick and so different and so incredible.

 

As Yuuri tried to push deeper into his mouth, Wolfram let him but not far and wrapped his free hand around the rest of Yuuri's erection to cover it entirely. Yuuri's scent was strong, the yesterday's semen and pre-cum mixing with the newly secreted liquids. He liked the smell - it was manly, young and potent. But he realized that if there were any other man instead of Yuuri, he would probably find it repulsive.

 

Yuuri opened his eyes to see Wolfram's head bobbing up and down slowly over his length, his hand massaging and covering the rest what his mouth wasn't able to and teasing his testicles. It was incredible to have Wolfram do that to him. He felt embarrassed but the pleasure was winning over it and the feeling fled, leaving place only for that burning wire in his lower stomach. Yuuri could feel himself jerk and swell even further when his and Wolfram's eyes met. They stared at each other, then, not managing to hold his gaze, with a low groan, he lowered his eyes and, his face burning, turned his head away from those unbelievably green pools.

 

Wolfram watched Yuuri turning his head to the side and panting into the pillow. Yuuri's thighs were starting to shake, his body was covered with a thin layer of sweat and he knew that Yuuri was close. He sucked rougher and increased the pace, making Yuuri's body writhe underneath him and Yuuri's hips try to push further into his throat while Yuuri tossed his head from one side to another.

 

Yuuri felt that tight glowing ball accumulating and spreading further in his lower stomach. Desperately, he thrust into the hot cave to sate that ball and then it burst, forcing his mouth to open in a soundless groan and his back arch off the bed.

 

Wolfram faltered, undecided but then he had no time to do anything as Yuuri came in his mouth. The taste was bitter and salty and he frowned at it. He swallowed as much as he could but he still choked in the end and was caught in a coughing fit.

 

Taken by surprise, Wolfram raised his head as Yuuri brushed over his lips and chin with his fingers to wipe the excess of his own fluids.

 

“That was…” Not finishing, Yuuri squatted closer and leaned to Wolfram's mouth to taste himself.

 

Wolfram grunted when after short-lasting kiss his back hit the mattress, his head hanging over the edge of the bed. “And you really are bold…” Wolfram gasped out when Yuuri's hand pressed his hips down, his other hand wrapping around his swollen member, giving several short strokes.

 

Yuuri didn't say anything just took Wolfram into his mouth.

 

“Shit!” Wolfram jerked, the wardrobe in front of his eyes starting to swim. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He hadn't expected Yuuri return the favor so fast but his miscalculation was so unbelievably pleasant and earth-shattering right now that he was very glad he had been wrong.

 

Wolfram was loud - that Yuuri marked for later. He couldn't tell if he had been vocal when Wolfram had done this to him, but Wolfram surely was being. He wasn't sure if he really would have been that bold other time to give a blowjob, but right now the scents, pheromones, hormones and excitement had his head clouded, so he didn't even hesitate before taking Wolfram's penis into his mouth.

 

Yuuri wasn't all that sure what he was doing but he decided that the friction, his attempts and excitement should do the thing. And he was right - after a minute Wolfram's hand pushed him away and he came hard, his mouth locked in a big “O”.

 

Yuuri was watching Wolfram's heaving chest while Wolfram was trying to get his breath back. Finally, the blond pulled himself up. Still panting, he leaned on Yuuri's shoulder heavily.

 

“Why did you push me away?”

 

Confused and still panting Wolfram raised his head. “Huh?”

 

“Well, you had swallowed…” Yuuri blushed lightly.

 

“Oh. It doesn't taste good.”

 

Wolfram's brow quirked up as Yuuri laughed loudly. “It doesn't matter. I'll swallow next time.” Yuuri giggled at Wolfram's facial expression. “It did feel good, you know.” He grinned again.

 

Wolfram just rolled his eyes. “I think we need to shower…” he said after looking at the mess on his stomach. “Yuu…!” he gasped as suddenly Yuuri's tongue flicked over his stomach.

 

“Umm… I don't think it's that bad…” Yuuri shrugged, getting up from the bed. He grabbed a sheet off the bed and wrapped it around himself.

 

“Gods, I created a nymphomaniac…” Wolfram muttered, following Yuuri. He looked around and took one of the yesterday discarded T-shirts.

 

Yuuri turned around to look at Wolfram who was pulling the T-shirt over his head. He chuckled, “I'm a sixteen-year-old boy. I don't know about your age, but I'm supposed to be a nymphomaniac…you yourself told that.” He grinned at Wolfram who just shook his head and yawned.

 

“Go take a shower, I'll find something to wear for us. Gotta wash the clothes today,” Yuuri said, looking at the soiled bed and then giving a look at the sheet he had wrapped around himself. Frowning, he let the sheet drop and looked around for the other T-shirt.

 

Wolfram went downstairs and soon the running water was heard. Meanwhile, Yuuri started ransacking the wardrobe in his room. After finding some decent clothes for them both he went downstairs. Knocked softly, opened the bathroom door and went inside. Wolfram was standing under the spray of water, soaping himself with a sponge. Yuuri watched Wolfram's back for some time then, realizing that his ogling would lead in him wanting to join Wolfram under that shower, lowered his eyes and came closer.

 

“Here,” Yuuri put a new set of clothes onto the washing-machine that was standing near the bathtub. He opened a small door to look inside the washing-machine where the damp clothes from yesterday were still bundled.

 

“Yuuri!”

 

Startled, Yuuri raised his head just in time to see a bar of soap flying before it struck him square between the eyes, making him fall back.

 

“What do you think you're doing?!” Wolfram yelled, pulling the shower-curtain closer and wrapping himself into it. He glared at disoriented Yuuri who was rubbing his forehead. “Normal people knock on the door, you know!”

 

“I did!” Yuuri glared back. “It's not my fault you didn't hear!”

 

“You had to wait for me to answer, then!”

 

“For god's sake, Wolfram,” Yuuri sighed, rubbing his forehead again. “I don't think I can see something new.” He pointed at the shower-curtain with his hand. He couldn't believe that Wolfram was being shy now. The guy was unbelievably daring the entire time when they were the engaged couple only technically, and now decided to act shyly!

 

“It's not about that! It's about privacy! What if I had been doing something?!”

 

“I sure as hell would have liked to see that…” Yuuri grinned at Wolfram.

 

“Yuuri!” Wolfram spluttered in indignation.

 

“Okay,” Yuuri raised his hands, capitulating. “Point taken. I'll just take the clothes to hang them out.” Then he remembered. “Use this medicine once again,” he said after taking the same bottle Wolfram had used earlier from the bathroom cabinet. He approached Wolfram and held out the bottle for him. Wolfram snatched the bottle with his free hand and continued to stare at Yuuri insistently.

 

Wolfram waited until Yuuri left the bathroom then disentangled himself from the wet shower-curtain. Muttering under his breath, he unscrewed the bottle and poured the stinky liquid onto his palm.

 

When Wolfram finished washing, Yuuri only started heating up the food his mother left for them. While waiting for the microwave to stop humming, he finished making tea then seated Wolfram in the kitchen and he himself went into the bathroom.

 

Wolfram switched the TV on but his heart wasn't there. Absentmindedly, he picked on the food Yuuri had heated up. It still seemed like he'd be dreaming. He felt lightheaded. He had been trying to win Yuuri for a long time and when it finally happened, even if he was unbelievably happy, it had also left him with a scary feeling of surrealism. What if…? Wolfram shook his head, cursing under his breath softly - he was acting like a mindless woman!

 

Soon after he finished nibbling on his breakfast, Yuuri came back. He glanced at Wolfram's empty plate and sat down to have breakfast himself. Wolfram could feel the stench wafting from Yuuri - Yuuri must have also used that medicine of his for lice. It was silent while Yuuri was eating his breakfast. It was nothing unusual for they had never conversed much, but Wolfram could tell that there was something wrong with the atmosphere.

 

“What is it?”

 

Yuuri startled, rice spraying from the spoon back into his plate. He scooped the spoonful once again. “Well… Just promise you won't get angry, okay?”

 

Wolfram cocked his head to the side. “First tell me what you're going to tell and then I'll see…”

 

“No,” Yuuri shook his head. “It won't work that way. First promise and then…”

 

“Yuuri, we aren't kids. Spit it out.”

 

Yuuri frowned at his plate. “You are damn stubborn.”

 

“And you are a wimp,” Wolfram shrugged. “Now tell me.”

 

Yuuri mixed the rice in his plate. “You know… You're too experienced for one who has never been with anyone…”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You heard me,” Yuuri frowned at him.

 

“Oh, so now we get jealous!”

 

“I'm serious, Wolfram!”

 

Wolfram rolled his eyes. “There are books for that, moron.”

 

Yuuri stared at him. “Where the heck do you get books like that in Shin Makoku?”

 

“Gunter.”

 

Yuuri blinked. “Seriously? Gunter…? That pervert… And where does he get them from?”

 

“How the hell should I know? I just crooked several of them from under his bed.”

 

Yuuri chuckled then continued eating his meal. “I'm sorry I doubted you. I think I'll get some stuff about this from the Net. It's a vast space for things like that…”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Never mind. I'll show it to you later.”

 

They finished breakfast, Yuuri left Wolfram washing the dishes and he himself went to gather all the dirty clothes, sorting out the white and light ones. They set up the washing-machine then went back into Yuuri's room. Yuuri made up his bed then found some of his old course books and he and Wolfram spent one and a half an hour plunging and swimming in the depths of the language. Yuuri was surprised at how easily Wolfram learned things - when they finished, Wolfram was already able to read short syllables. He had learned only a few words so far but it was a great start. Excited, Yuuri wanted to continue further but Wolfram didn't seem so enthusiastic, rather reluctant and Yuuri decided that it probably really was better not to overdo.

 

They went downstairs again and Yuuri went to get some juice for them. When he came back he found Wolfram half-lying on the sofa, his hand thrown over his face.

 

“Sleepy?” Yuuri asked, sitting down next to Wolfram.

 

Wolfram removed his hand from his face to look at Yuuri. “Not really. Just…don't feel that good.”

 

Yuuri was startled by pale Wolfram's skin. He put his hand on Wolfram's forehead. It was cool. He leaned away as suddenly Wolfram jumped from the sofa and ran to the bathroom. Soon the sounds of him vomiting were heard. Yuuri turned to look at the fridge then got up and went to throw away the rest of the food his mother had left for them. There were only a few dishes left and after a minute he was done.

 

Wolfram came back from the bathroom looking a bit better. He lay down again. Yuuri found a cover for him then went to make some tea. When after hustling for several minutes he came back, Wolfram was white like a sheet and a few drops of perspiration were running down his temple. Wolfram's eyes were closed.

 

Unnerved, Yuuri put the tea onto the table and squatted next to the sofa. He pressed his hand to Wolfram's forehead again. It was cold. Yuuri felt a gust of panic sweep over him; he was no good at treating illnesses.

 

“Wolfram… I…” Yuuri thought about calling their doctor. “Wolfram?” Anxious, Yuuri shook Wolfram when the blond didn't answer. “Wolfram!” He was relieved when Wolfram's eyes opened to look at him. But the look was fickle, Wolfram clearly having difficulties with concentration. There was something very, very wrong.

 

Yuuri ran to his mobile phone. He found the number and asked the family doctor to come. Although then he thought that he should probably call ambulance. Not knowing what to do, he found Shori's number. He caught Shori on his way to them. Shori said that after ten minutes would be there.

 

Those ten minutes were the longest in Yuuri's life. He could see that Wolfram's state was quickly deteriorating but he couldn't help any. Wolfram soon started shivering. Not knowing what to do, Yuuri got one more cover then just continued running from the sofa where Wolfram was lying to the door.

 

Yuuri was so scared that in the end he just squatted onto the floor against Wolfram and stroked the blond locks and spread healing majutsu afraid to do something else. He was staring at the trembling Wolfram's form in the bed and felt panic completely engulfing him. He could tell that there was something very wrong. How could this be happening at all?! - It was such a short span of time! Just several minutes ago everything was okay, Wolfram was laughing, just so little time ago they were enjoying the pleasures of oral sex and now… This simply couldn't be real! This couldn't be real!

 

Yuuri started at the doorbell then jumped to his feet and ran to the door.

 

Shori was aghast after seeing Wolfram. “Call the ambulance immediately!” he instructed Yuuri who started dealing the number as soon as told.

 

Shori checked if Wolfram was conscious but the prince didn't respond to anything he did. Wolfram didn't stop shivering, even worse, his shivers had gotten worse and in addition his breathing became uneven and harsh. “How did it happen?” Shori turned around after his attempts to rouse Wolfram were futile. Yuuri had finished talking and was coming back to them.

 

“I think it's food poisoning.” Yuuri plopped onto the armchair that was next to the sofa. He brushed over his hair with his shaking fingers. “He was nauseated and then… Well, the symptoms are similar.”

 

“Did you eat the same as he did?” Shori looked at Yuuri. His brother seemed to be hardly able to keep himself from panicky running around the room. Yuuri was biting on his lips, his hands trembling but he didn't dare touch Wolfram.

 

Yuuri nodded quickly. “But I feel perfectly fine.”

 

“Have you tried the healing majutsu?”

 

“Yes, but it's not effective and for some reason it seems that it hurts him,” Yuuri said.

 

“Hurts him?” Shori blinked. “Healing majutsu can't hurt…” Suddenly, he tensed. “Yuuri, did you two have sex?”

 

Yuuri reeled back into the armchair in that unexpectedness. “Why the hell are you asking me that?!” he spat after several seconds. “Wolfram might be dying and you're asking me if we had sex?!” he shouted hysterically, jumping to his feet, his majutsu spinning out of control.

 

“Calm the fuck down!” Shori pushed him roughly back into the armchair. “It's very important! So did you two have sex or some similar activity? Did your sperm touch him in any way?”

 

“Whaaa…?” Confused and angered Yuuri stared at Shori. His wide eyes searched his brother's face as if for affirmation that Shori indeed was talking about it. “I don't fucking understand what you want!” finally Yuuri yelled.

 

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Shori cursed. “I'll kill that Gunter of yours when I visit Shin Makoku next time! There's one thing you seem not to know about Mazoku,” Shori said then. “During the intercourse, the Mazoku, so to speak, swap their power. Originally, it was intended to protect a weaker female by giving her a boost of power but it works both ways. So did you two kissed too much or exchanged liquids in any other way?!” Shori came back t the point, not explaining any further.

 

Yuuri stared at Shori, frowning. “I didn't understand a thing,” he said finally. “But yes, he swallowed.”

 

“Swallowed…?” Shori's brows furrowed in confusion. “Oh… Oh, crap.” Immediately, he squatted down onto the floor and pressed his hands on both sides of Wolfram's head. “But you said he vomited, so in that case his system got rid of most of it…” he mused. “I'll allow him to use his power on Earth. Hopefully it will allow him to discharge it. Do I have your permission?” He turned to Yuuri.

 

“I have not a clue what you're talking about, but if you know how to make him feel better, do it!”

 

Shori nodded, pressed his palms to Wolfram's head firmer and closed his eyes. “Wolfram probably was sure that because he wasn't allowed to use his fire element on Earth anyway, your power wouldn't have any effect on him … He missed the point that it doesn't depend on him, only on you - your power isn't forbidden from acting on Earth and now Wolfram has gotten plenty of it and he has no contract with the other three elements and the power doesn't listen to him, it wants out and Wolfram has no permission to even try to control it nor at least knows how to summon water, earth or air…”

 

Yuuri was appalled when suddenly Wolfram's body jerked and he winced. “Shori…” Yuuri didn't know what he wanted to say but he could see that Wolfram was hurting and when Shori continued doing that something it became only worse - Wolfram started moaning in pain and tossing on the sofa only Shori's hands keeping him in place.

 

Constrained with fear, Yuuri watched Shori trying to talk to Wolfram but Wolfram didn't react to Shori, his pain filled groans increasing. To his horror, Yuuri noticed a thin trail of blood leave Wolfram's mouth.

 

Shori turned to Yuuri. “I allowed him to use his power but he's not able to control yours.” He got up from the floor. “It's a too big strain for a body unused to such amount of unfamiliar power. Your powers are calling on your four elements and Wolfram only knows how to use that one of fire, all other three are tearing him up.”

 

Shori turned back to look at Wolfram who was wincing, his breathing having turned into harsh pants. “I can't help him any further - he doesn't answer to me or my tries to reach him. He has to siphon those three powers off to lessen the pressure on his body or he'll die.” Shori moved away from the sofa to leave enough place for Yuuri.

 

Yuuri shook his head, not really understanding much of it. “Then…what do I have to do?”

 

Shori racked over his hair nervously. “I don't know. Just… If he regains consciousness… You have to talk him into using all that power up, but he doesn't even know how to use it to summon the elements, so… I'm afraid we can't really do anything…” Shori said, avoiding looking his brother into the eyes.

 

Yuuri was afraid to even touch Wolfram not to cause him any more pain. But he had to do something, even if he didn't know what it was exactly. He had no options here. He had to act.

 

Shori was surprised when suddenly Yuuri scooped thrashing Wolfram into his arms and lifted him easily off the sofa. His brother started carrying Wolfram towards the glass door that was leading into the garden while whispering something into Wolfram's ear. He didn't hear what Yuuri was saying but Wolfram's pain filled groans lessened. Maybe Yuuri's voice was enough to influence Wolfram.

 

Shori followed Yuuri outside into the garden where his brother squatted down to the ground. Wolfram's lower was half resting on the grass while Wolfram's head and most of his back were in Yuuri's embrace.

 

Shori turned his head to the side where the wailing sirens of ambulance were heard then looked back at the pair. Yuuri was saying something to Wolfram. The blonde's eyes were open but unfocused and skidding all over Yuuri's face and the sky. Shori turned back in the direction he could hear the siren coming from. Right now, if anyone could help Wolfram, it was Yuuri.

 

Yuuri could hear the siren and then could hear his brother saying something then something happened but he didn't really know what it was nor he cared. All he cared about was Wolfram. He was unbelievably glad when Wolfram had reacted to his voice. He doubted that Wolfram could grasp his surroundings or what was happening around him but it was good enough. Even if in a lot of pain, Wolfram was still at least half-conscious and he could reach him and this was well enough.

 

“Let's start from water, okay?” Yuuri muttered, stroking Wolfram's hair softly. Yuuri closed his eyes, exhaling. “Listen to my voice, listen and follow.” Just as Shori said - he could feel his own powers in Wolfram's body. They weren't mighty, only the shadow of his real power, but to one not being able to control them they were deadly. All four of them were already mingling with Wolfram's essence and personality, but he was perfectly able to feel them and they were still responding to his touch to some extent, especially that of water. Yuuri could hardly track that one of fire element, Wolfram's body probably used to the similar texture and having absorbed it already. But the other three were restless, tearing and screaming inside Wolfram. Wolfram had no contracts, had no experience with them and didn't know how to use them.

 

“Feel how it's rippling,” with his eyes closed, Yuuri continued stroking Wolfram's hair. “It doesn't want to hurt you; it's as confused as you - it just wants out, wants to run as it always does. Let it. You can't do anything else now. Feel the texture of it and listen to my voice, I'll help you. Just listen to me.”

 

Yuuri felt his own voice coming as if from far away now and he was feeling...weird. He didn't know how but he was succeeding. The matrix that appeared when he realized he was able to contact his power inside Wolfram let him somehow reach and guide Wolfram. He could even tell the exact point when he and Wolfram reached each other, even if it happened in…he didn't know in which world or parallel they found each other, he just knew that they did. The power now was serving as a medium for him and he could feel Wolfram, could feel how scared and confused he was.

 

Not letting go of that soft rippling thread that was Wolfram, from all the flow of those powers raging in Wolfram he grasped the one they needed. “Accept it. It's the same as your fire element - you just have to find the way it responds to you. Merge yourself with it, don't be afraid to let go - I won't let it do anything bad to you - it won't erase your personality, even if it seems that it's overflowing you, it is just whirling mindlessly... Just tap into it softly, touch it, feel it…”

 

Yuuri called on his own power of water element and turned it into a tiny flow of power not summoning anything just letting it flow through Wolfram, to merge with the one storming inside Wolfram to calm it down. It seemed to work: at first the power backed up hissing and spitting indignantly, ready to strike back, but then the element recognized him as the one having the contract and subsided almost instantly.

 

“Feel it now.”

 

Yuuri felt the power rising again as Wolfram tried to touch it. Yuuri thought a moment before choosing to soothe it softly instead of simply repressing it with force. The power hissed at Wolfram's touch and collected into a charged ball.

 

Yuuri gasped in a sudden shock as his and Wolfram's power were severed away and became two different entities not leaving him any possibilities to control that one inside of Wolfram. For several seconds, Yuuri sat reeling in panic but then he felt the ground shaking.

 

Wolfram's eyes suddenly snapped open and Yuuri whipped his head around when the hydrants in the street burst, water spraying all over the street.

 

“That's right. Okay, do anything, whatever, experiment, but just siphon that power off,” Yuuri whispered. Wiping the blood off Wolfram's face, he kissed Wolfram's forehead, shaking in relief.

 

As Wolfram wasn't emanating the power himself but only the one got from Yuuri, it flared up and then went out like a match. Yuuri was worried about the earth element and the one of wind, but those powers appeared to be much easier to deal with than water element - as Yuuri himself wasn't able to skillfully control those and they were inferior to his controlled water element, the amount of powers he transferred into Wolfram was also only nominal.

 

Wolfram was tired and still hurting but he dealt much quicker this time - as the elements were much less powerful, Wolfram not as much attuned with them as he forced them to submit to his will. Yuuri wasn't sure if it was okay, but now he wasn't going to protest. There was no way he could - he was too exhausted and too happy right now. Wolfram was okay. It was over. When Wolfram siphoned off the rest of excess of his powers, he just let it all go.

 

Shori watched his brother's back as Yuuri had turned into a simple teenager again who was not responsible for anyone's life or entire world. He watched Yuuri crying and hiccupping in just experienced shock while his tears were falling on unconscious Wolfram.

 

Shori approached Yuuri and wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulders. “Oh, c'mon,” he tugged playfully. “You two will laugh at it after several days - it all happened just because he swallowed…”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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