Voiceless

Title: Assumptions

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Gwendal has his assumptions

Chapter Number: #24

Author Note: A short one, but it does it’s job. Forgive me, I have papers to write now, so updates may be slower.

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Yuri woke before Wolfram and left him to sleep after much consideration. He looked exhausted and Yuri knew he wasn’t going to wake him, but he was unsure about leaving him on his own. He feared that Wolfram might mistake his absence for resentment or as an escape from him.

Gently, Yuri scooped the bangs out of Wolfram’s eyes and planted a soft kiss on the other boy’s cheek before getting out of the bed and dressing himself for the day. When he opened the door, he had not expected to find Gwendal looming outside. He closed the door firmly behind him before saying anything to the grumpy-eyed man, and then allowed said man to follow him to his office which was unusually empty.

“Greta woke up alone last night and came to me,” he said. It held no tone at all. It was simple, as if commenting on weather or reciting a daily routine.

“Wolfram came to my room and fell asleep.”

“You let him do that when there’s supposedly some attacker on the loose?” Gwendal asked. A tint of parental displeasure sparkled in his phrase.

“There is no attacker,” Yuri said, feeling his face and eyes drop to the floor. He didn’t want to see what Gwendal’s reaction was. Whether it looked all-knowing or confused or unfazed.

“So you admit that Wolfram injured himself to get your attention?” Gwendal said coolly. Yuri snapped at him, not meaning to, but unable to contain himself.

“He’s your brother! How could you not know him well enough to know he didn’t do that to himself?” Gwendal’s expression did not change.

“Then who did he tell you did it?” Yuri turned his eyes away and bit his lower lip firmly. How could he tell Gwendal? Word couldn’t get out to the kingdom that the “Great” Demon King viciously raped his own fiancé.

“I did it to myself,” came Wolfram’s voice from the doorway. “Quit trying to cover for me, Yuri. My big brother has the right to know about it.” He did not make eye contact with either his brother or his “boyfriend”, and because of that Gwendal knew his words to be untrue. “I did it to get your attention and it worked.” Gwendal looked over his brother carefully, and then let his eyes trace the forlorn expression on the Demon King’s face. They didn’t coincide. Wolfram was lying, the attacker was real, Yuri was covering him, Wolfram was covering him, and that kept Gwendal in the dark. It wasn’t unlike Yuri to sympathize with criminals, but Wolfram…no, it wasn’t like him.

But it was not his place to question what the Demon King said, even if the secret involved his youngest brother. He kept his suspicions to himself and refused to allow himself to think it over any harder.

“Breakfast will be served late today, and I insist that you both apologize for worrying Greta.” Wolfram could tell that Gwendal had something on his mind, and could also tell that Gwendal had no suspicions about Yuri or his other self. He wanted to keep it that way, and leaned back over the desk, placing a kiss on Yuri’s cheek before following his brother’s trail out of the room.

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It was late, Greta was sleeping in Gwendal’s room because Wolfram refused to retire when she was exhausted, and Yuri tried to work with Wolfram breathing down his neck. The other seemed anxious, and that made Yuri anxious. When Wolfram drew even closer, Yuri could take no more.

“What do you want?” He snapped, staring at the surprised blonde in annoyance. “Why are you hovering?”

“I’m just showing interest in your work, that’s all.”

“Well do it from over there!” He pointed to a corner across the room from his desk and Wolfram glowered at him.

“No!” He paused and watched Yuri attempt to work for another ten minutes before chiming in again. “It’s late. You should sleep before you sign something you don’t mean to.” Wolfram’s hidden, pleading tone wormed its way into Yuri’s heart and he laid his pen down on the desk.

“Fine. Let’s go to bed.” He stood slowly, fully aware that Wolfram would be in his room once again, but unsure of whether or not he cared for that presence. He was glad Wolfram felt comfortable around him, but there was just something odd about sharing his bed that he hadn’t gotten used to. It wasn’t like with Greta. She was just pleased to be there, Wolfram, on the other hand, wanted to be close until sleep completely took over. Then he wanted the whole bed to himself and kicked him out of it or fell out of it.

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He knew he hadn’t been asleep for longer than half an hour when he woke to lips crushing against his own. At first he panicked. Wolfram hadn’t stayed and some odd person had broken into his room to act as the bringer of revenge to him for ever allowing the other half of his to rape his once fiancé. However, as he squirmed and the form pulled away, he recognized Wolfram’s silhouette in the shadows.

“What are you doing!?” He exclaimed, sitting up fast and pushing space between their two bodies. Wolfram seemed unfazed.

“Nothing that you need to shout about,” Wolfram said with a pout.

“What was that for?” He asked, watching the form closely as it slithered from in front of him to his side.

“I felt like giving you a kiss, that’s all.” He laid back down, his pink nightdress still draping over one of Yuri’s legs.

“Did you have to be so forceful about it?” he muttered, situating himself and laying back down. When he fell back into unconsciousness, Wolfram allowed his eyes to shoot back at the door.

Let that be a note to prying eyes that he and Yuri were together, and he didn’t want that fact questioned again.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: So who was that sneaking around, watching the king and his er—boyfriend?

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland