Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ A Man Before Midnight ❯ A Man Before Midnight ( Chapter 1 )

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Me: Welcome, all! I have begun writing for KKM again, in part to honor the release of the first KKM manga from Tokyopop—
Tommy: Which we've already bought, of course!
Me: —and for the third season of KKM! But that's not the only reason, of course. Tell 'em, Tommy.
Tommy: Your Humble Fanfic Author, my mistress Herme, will turn another year older tomorrow, but the most important thing about that is that she will become 23-years-old, which (as some of you might have noticed) is her favorite number.
Me: And as an (hopefully not in vain) attempt to prompt the year into being a wonderful year, this is the first of my two newest oneshots for KKM. They stand alone but they are posted in hopes that this year will be full of literature!
Tommy: Warnings are as follows - Lemon, PWP, cursing, slight OOC due to the fact that you must suspend disbelief and imagine Yuri and Wolfram are already in a relationship, and probably that's all.
Me: Please enjoy this pointless smut! Dedicated in Part to All of my Dear Online Friends who have had to wonder, sometimes more than once, if I were Still Alive due to my unsociability.

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A Man Before Midnight
by Herme23

“Half-past twelve…
…how I hate to spend
the evening on my own.”
—ABBA

Wolfram was hovering dangerously close to the brink of consciousness…

And of course, the moment that thought struck him was the moment he was thrust fully into it. Blinking, his blurry eyes roamed around the darkened room. The first thing that came to mind, however, was the fact that he was hot.

Hot, and sticky, and sweaty. He grimaced as the feeling increased when he moved his leg. His nightclothes were sticking to his skin, and he swore he could feel beads of sweat sliding down through any and every place his skin folded. Disgusted, he threw back the thin sheet that was covering him. Why did he have that on him anyways?

Turning his head, he was able to make out the figure of Yuri lying haphazardly a couple of feet away from him. Yuri's non-proximity was not due to the usual myriad of reasons, a rousing bedtime argument usually topping the list, but because of a mutual understanding that it was far too hot to be draped over or even remotely near each other.

But then Wolfram noticed that Yuri was not wearing any nightclothes short of the “boxer-shorts” that Yuri insisted upon wearing lately rather than the standard-issue undergarments that most of the others, including Wolfram himself, wore. Raising an eyebrow, Wolfram decided to take a leaf out of Yuri's book.

Gently, so as not to wake his sleeping fiancée, Wolfram slid off the bed; when his feet touched upon the cool stone, he stood fully. He began clutching at his nightgown, bunching up the material until the hem was in his hands. Then he tugged it up over his head. The action required a good deal of effort, and he wondered why he hadn't simply unbuttoned the top and let it slide down, but then no more time could be wasted upon such thought was he felt cool air instant caress his skin. In heaven, Wolfram closed his eyes and raised his arms in an effort to acquire maximum cooling.

Finally satisfied, Wolfram turned back and began to move back into the bed. However, the moment his hands and knee touched the sheets he could swear he could feel his temperature rise another few degrees. He really didn't want to be hot again, not when he had just cooled down.

Then Wolfram was acutely aware of the coolness of his remaining foot upon the stone.

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Still dreaming of bearbees and sparklers, and something to do with Mentos, Yuri rolled over and stretched out his arm. When his hand didn't meet with anything but a long stretch of bed sheet, Yuri was almost instantly awake. Opening his eyes, he stared at his hand, alone on the sheets. But then he remembered Wolfram telling him before bed, “Look, Yuri, I know this will come as a shock to you, and I know I may never say this again, but…don't sleep near me. I mean it, it's too bloody hot for the usual bedtime antics.”

Mildly annoyed to hear himself being solely blamed for the so-called “bedtime antics” (which Yuri still wondered if Wolfram meant the way they could seemingly never wake up in relatively the same positions they went to sleep in, or their, as of late, increasingly frequent Unmentionable Midnight Activities) Yuri could only frown and respond, “Fine then.”

Having remembered this little gem, Yuri closed his eyes, determined to go back to sleep.

Half a moment later, Yuri reopened them.

If he remembered correctly, he and Wolfram were *not* sleeping in close proximity. Right. Also, if he remembered correctly, their bed was not a mile wide.

…so how come he couldn't see Wolfram's outline?!?

Sitting up, Yuri realized he was alone in the bed.

**Damn!** Yuri thought. **Was Wolfram serious enough about the “not near each other” thing that he actually went to His OWN Room?!?**

Scrambling across the bed, Yuri was startled to find Wolfram's sleeping form emerging—not from the other side of the bed—but from the floor.

Wolfram's nearly naked sleeping form.

Stunned by both Wolfram's unconscious peepshow and the fact that he was lying on the floor, Yuri merely stared. Had he fallen off? Yuri himself had nearly fallen off the bed once, but he was still half on the bed… He'd never fallen *all* the way off!

**I mean, that's a bit much,** he thought. **And wouldn't Wolf wake up from that kind of rude awakening? Three feet can seem like a mile when you're met with cold stone at the bottom…**

But, no, there he was, fast asleep. Slightly on his side, one arm tucked under his head for a pillow, his other hand pressed against the floor, fingertips trailing on the stone. Slender hips curved gently upwards before tapering down into thighs that Yuri had so recently realized held much of his life's happiness. Those happy thighs were rounded out by slim calves, and finally Wolfram's feet. The thin, silvery moonlight that leaked in through their curtains illuminated Wolfram's form, and Yuri could feel himself stirring.

What if Wolfram had merely meant “bedtime antics” in the way that they slept wildly?

Grinning, Yuri stepped over Wolfram's body and crouched down beside him. He hovered there, looking over Wolfram's body and trying to decide *where*.

Finally he chose, and he leaned down to place a kiss on the soft curve of Wolfram's leg just where thigh met hip. Wolfram, of course, didn't notice. Grin widening, Yuri leaned down and placed a kiss onto Wolfram's belly. At this, Wolfram made a soft sigh and shifted, turning onto his back, but apart from that, didn't wake.

Yuri had frozen at Wolfram's movements, but now he moved again, trailing kisses up Wolfram's torso, upon each rib, and finally once each upon the pert, pink nipples that stood gracefully on that chest. Taking one into his mouth, Yuri sucked it gently.

Still nothing.

Trailing a hand down, Yuri began working on the tie to Wolfram's g-string.

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Wolfram was having one hell of a realistic dream. Pleasure was screaming through his body and he was vaguely aware of two things: 1) he was having the best wet dream of his life, and 2) he was very, very hard.

His mind came back to life to find himself breathless. He blinked his eyes and lifted a hand to them, to try and rub away the sleep. Suddenly then, before he could help it, a small groan left his throat. Embarrassment seized him. Had the dream still such power that it could make his body feel arousal even as he lay there awake!?

Wondering if Yuri had heard it, Wolfram turned his head to the left to check, but he found himself staring at the base of his and Yuri's bed. He remembered then that he was on the floor of his own accord.

And then he was aware of a sound that made his entire body flame.

Lifting his head, he was just in time to catch his erection leaving the warm intensity of Yuri's mouth.

“GREAT ONE ABOVE!” Wolfram shouted as he sat up quickly. “Yuri, what in His name are you doing!?”

Yuri grinned. “Guess.”

Wolfram honestly didn't have to when he watched Yuri's hand give a few tugs that caused his legs to jerk. “Ah…it's…too hot…”

Yuri grinned. “Thank you.”

Wolfram's cheeks flamed. “Not this! I mean—this! It's just—it's too hot to do this!”

“Are you going to faint or something?”

Wolfram spluttered a protest.

“Then just lay back,” Yuri murmured. “Or, on second thought, get back up on the bed.”

Still blushing, Wolfram allowed himself to be hauled up onto their bed sheets again. He felt hot, but was unsure this time if it were due to those sheets or Yuri's attentions. A thought struck him and he voiced it out loud.

“How—how long were you…uh…”

“Lavishing attention upon you?” Yuri finished imperialistically. “About ten minutes. I really just wanted to see how far I could get before you woke up, but you're a hard sleeper, I thought it'd be finished by the time you came to.”

Wolfram frowned.

“But I'm glad you woke up,” Yuri continued. “The sounds you make are the best part of it all.”

Wolfram's frown increased and he shut his eyes tight against the wave of mortification that attempted to make a home for itself in his cheeks. But then he opened his eyes again when he felt Yuri forcing his knees apart with one of his own. Yuri's hand stole underneath, caressing at Wolfram's entrance, as he leaned over Wolfram and caught his mouth with his.

Despite his protests, Wolfram could feel his body responding. He lifted himself up into the kiss even as he felt his legs spread. Gods, that description always made Wolfram feel like a harlot. But he justified it, surely you can't be a harlot if you only spread them for one person? He felt his face burn but had no more time to muse upon the issue as he felt Yuri move.

Yuri had left his lips to begin his way back down his body again, and when he caught Wolfram's arousal in his mouth again Wolfram couldn't help but moan. “Where…” he began, unable to get more than that out. “Where's the—uh…”

“Hold on,” Yuri said. Sliding his hands under Wolfram's hips, he angled Wolfram upwards.

Wolfram gasped. “Yuri, no! Wait, no! Don't—don't…uh, *shit*…”

Yuri grinned and Wolfram clawed at the sheets.

The feeling of Yuri's tongue teasing outside the entrance, then pushing past it, the coarse yet velvet texture sliding hard against the sensitive skin there always drove Wolfram wild. The sensation was nearly as pleasing as cumming. And just as he was on the verge of doing just that, Yuri pulled away.

Panting, Wolfram glared at him. Yuri didn't speak but he merely reached over and under and pulled their jar of oil from underneath. Yuri held it aloft and asked Wolfram, “Need more?”

Wolfram frowned. “No.”

Yuri smiled and he pulled off his boxers-shorts. His smile widened as he noticed Wolfram's eyes had unconsciously moved down to eye his erection. Making a show of it, Yuri poured some of the oil into his hand and coated his erection.

“It's times like this I could swear you're more demon than human.”

Yuri laughed. “Turns you on, admit it.”

Wolfram would bite his tongue and die first. Yuri knelt down and pulled Wolfram's hips up. Wolfram briefly considered pulling away from Yuri's arrogant self, but hell, he wanted it, too. He compromised by making Yuri forcibly pull his legs apart. Yuri lined himself up with Wolfram's entrance, and Wolfram took a deep breath.

Yuri leaned down towards Wolfram's ear. “Doesn't it turn you on?” he whispered.

Wolfram was about to make a smart remark but had to take a sharp detour as he felt a sharp thrust. Yuri was inside, deeply, in one fluid thrust and Wolfram gasped.

“Yes!” his mouth shouted before fully consulting his brain.

Yuri laughed. “Y'know I had a funny feeling that it did.”

“Shut up,” Wolfram ground out, “and move your—”

Yuri did. Wolfram drew in a shaky breath that released as a groan. It was hot and fast, and wouldn't last more than a few moments. Wolfram reached down between them, wrapping his fingers around his unattended arousal, forcing the friction there that he so desperately needed.

“Uhn, ah!” mostly made up his words. “Yuri, yuri, hah, ha—ah…fuck!”

On the third stroke Yuri found his prostate, and any semblance of control Wolfram thought he had turned out to be an illusion. His world quickly began unraveling and the fact caused his lips to loosen as well.

“Shit, Yuri, yes! There—I—uhn—Yuri! Gods!”

One more thrust from Yuri had Wolfram painting their bellies white, his hands dragging quickly up and down, riding the peak of his high. Yuri grunted as he felt Wolfram's muscles contract sharply and he thrust twice more before finally he lost grip of his own climax.

Blinded temporarily by the intensity of everything, Yuri reached out a hand until he found Wolfram's face. Leaning down, Yuri proceeded to kiss the daylights out of his panting partner, whispering his name over and over for little more than his own satisfaction.

Finally the sharpest of it faded leaving nothing but a sated sleepy happiness. Pulling out and away from Wolfram, Yuri collapsed beside. Wolfram fought to catch his breath, sighing softly as he felt Yuri move out of him, the small friction sparking along his over-sensitized nerves.

“Hot,” Wolfram said, but he wasn't sure to what he was referring to.

Yuri spooned up against his back and wrapped his arms around Wolfram's waist. Wolfram groaned.

“It's hot, I tell you,” he said, deciding it was the temperature. His annoyance was stunted however, when he felt Yuri drag his fingers lazily over his entrance again. It was a slow motion and brought out simple waves of pleasure. Turning his head, Wolfram kissed at Yuri's chin. Contention slowly calmed over them, and Wolfram turned to wrap his arms around Yuri.

For a few moments, no one spoke, and they drifted in and out of sleep. Their bodies remained defiantly sticky and sweaty, and Wolfram shifted again. It was like the first time he woke up, only just that much worse. He was feeling good…but worse. Maybe because he was sticky with more than just sweat…but he wasn't wearing clothes…

**Oh, to hell with it,** Wolfram thought as he steeled himself to just cope with it.

“Let's go swimming.”

Wolfram's eyes flew open. “What?”

Yuri looked down at him. “It's just past one in the morning and still hot as hell,” he informed the blonde. “Let's grab some towels and go swimming.”

“What the—where?”

“Don't we have that pool in the East Quarter?”

“Seriously? Now? Are you mad!?”

Yuri made a mock-consideration of the question. “No, I don't think so. C'mon, Wolf. Why not?”

For once, Wolfram found himself with absolutely no reason “why not.” For once, Yuri was making perfect sense to him.

For once, Wolfram thought “Why not?”

Grinning, Wolfram allowed himself to be dragged from the bed.

Twenty minutes later, after the quick detour by the baths, Wolfram learned “why not.” He really hadn't needed for Yuri to slap a hand over his eyes, Wolfram had closed them quickly enough. But perhaps, Wolfram could have used a hand over his mouth. It opened wide and he laughed, he continued to laugh even as Yuri dragged him away.

Apparently they were not the only two who had decided to go for a night swim.

And apparently, his brother, Gwendal, and Gunter would also have a reason for any future “why nots.”

“Y'know,” Wolfram heard Yuri mutter, “I think one of these days, we're gonna need our own house.”

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Author's Note: I don't have much to add after this (I thought of the story idea one hot night and wrote it in one day) except I hope it doesn't fail to amuse and entertain you! If it did or didn't, but especially if it did, please don't hesitate to drop me a line! Thanks for reading ~herme

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