Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Hasslich ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

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Me: Here we go, another installment of one of my favorite types of yaoi, affectionately known as “Yuuram” round the `Net. This is actually based on a, well…I guess, you could say it's based on a doujinshi. Basically, some time ago I drew a manga (Japanese style, backwards thingamabob) based on Yuri and Wolfram. I was just fooling around, playing with their images and trying to create silly scenes. Then I wrote and published “lying from you.” Afterwards, I decided to take my doujinshi and “novelize” it since, theoretically, it would fit in after my Short. Let me say this: it wasn't easy. There are just some things in manga that just don't fly in “real life.” *Le sigh* Tommy?

Tommy: After much therapy and group discussions, we have concurred and come to grips with the fact that we do not own either Kyo kara Maoh! nor it's characters. This honor belongs to Winner #23.

Me: *Snicker* Concur…

Tommy: *Looks apologetically at audience* Inside joke, please just…look away.

 

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“tama ni ne nakunatchau karada no batteri-

anata no egao de

itsumo juuden mantan pawa-bakuhatsu shichae…”

--Kami

 

The quiet sound of a page being turned rustled softly through the comfortable air.

 

Alone in the king`s bedroom, a flaxen-haired boy sat upon the large bed, his bare feet swinging slightly as they dangled over the edge. One hand held the small novel Yuri had brought for him from his own world, while he leaned back against the other, perfectly comfortable and enraptured in his tale, only moving every so often to change the pages.

 

,, With a sort of weary, dull surprise, Woundwort realized that he was afraid. He did not want to attack Thlayli again. He knew, with flinching certainty, that he was not up to it. And who was? he thought. Who could do it? No, they would have to get in by some other way and everyone would know why.

`Thlayli,' he said, `we've unblocked a run out here. I can bring in enough rabbits to pull down this wall in four places. Why don't you come out?'

Thlayli's reply, when it came, was low and gasping, but perfectly clear.

`My Chief Rabbit has told me to defend this run and until he says otherwise I shall stay here.' ,,

 

Wolfram felt his own heart and pride swell as he read the Thlayli's reply. The honor! The valor! This, for sure, was what any soldier, or king, or, hell, *any man* should be! This “Thlayli” or “Bigwig” must be one fine rabbit indeed. Whatever a rabbit was in Yuri's world. Then a soft click broke into Wolfram's glory-romantic reveries. He looked up from the book to see Yuri come in and close the door behind him. The look on his face was enough to cause Wolfram to lay his book aside and come running up to his young lover, fiancee, and sovereign.

 

“Yuri!?” he cried as he came to a halt in front of him as they met halfway. One hand on Yuri's shoulder, he reached with the other to feel Yuri's cheek. “What happened to you?”

 

Yuri curled his hands into balls and scrunched up his face. Wolfram waited on tenterhooks.

 

“I…”

 

Wolfram listened hard, every nuance of his attention on his loved one.

 

“I…” Yuri said again. “I HATE BEING KING!”

 

Wolfram immediately pulled away, annoyance replacing concern as he placed his hands on his hips. “*You wimp*! Is THAT what you're complaining about?”

 

“No!” Yuri cried, then, looking sheepish, “Well, yeah,” he said in a small voice, “but…You don't know what Gunter was trying--”

 

“Paperwork? Geez, back for a day and already--”

 

“NO! WORSE!” Yuri said, the day's events catching up to him. “He was *trying* to make me wear--THIS!”

 

With a swish and a flourish, Yuri brandished a garment before Wolfram's eyes. The presentation sparkled and Wolfram could of sworn he heard an “ooh!” and a coupl'a “aahs!” come from the walls and that the furniture blinked as it sparkled prettily before them while the carpets sighed appreciatively. Raising an eyebrow, he studied the small piece of gold-colored fabric before him.

 

“Oh,” he began. “What's wrong with it?” He watched in some amusement as Yuri crashed and burned, face-planting to the floor with a bolt of lightning to finish him off. “Too small?” he continued.

 

Yuri was up in a heartbeat, waving the garment around like a flag. “IT'S A SKIRT!” he shouted at Wolfram.

 

Wolfram took offense immediately. “No, it's not! It's a hasslich! I have one, too, see? Mine's blue.”

 

Yuri gave him a look.

 

“C'mon, Yuri! It's not THAT bad! Besides, it's tradition.”

 

“That's easy for YOU to say! And I don't care about any tradition.”

 

“FINE! LOOK!” Wolfram shouted.

 

Moving away from Yuri towards the bed, he quickly shimmied out of his red pajamas to don the skirt. Once the hasslich was securely fastened around his waist, he turned to look at Yuri. He stood rather prim and proper, but Yuri's eyes were seeing something different.

 

In his mind, Wolfram lifted a knee to the bed, exposing the underside of one milky-smooth thigh, the gentle curve of his ass just barely seen before it disappeared under the hem of the naughty blue thing. Wolfram put his hand on his hip, the glint of the silver engagement band Yuri had given him glinting in the light of the room. His other hand played with the exposed skin of this upraised thigh before sliding back up, lifting the edge of the skirt one tantalizing bit before moving on to his bare stomach, the skirt falling back into place, giving away nothing. Wolfram closed his eyes as his hand brushed over the soft skin of the belly, sliding up with ease towards his chest. He teased a nipple lightly before opening his eyes and his mouth curved into one of those small smiles he gave so well. Then he opened his mouth, and…

 

“Yuri?”

 

Wolfram watched indifferently as Yuri's eyes began to dull. He didn't understand. He was just standing there, arms crossed, back straight as he usually did. Must be the hasslich, after all. Yuri seemed to drool and burned red, steam coming from any open orifice in his head before…

 

KABOOM!

 

“See?” Wolfram said to the large stain that had been left in Yuri's wake. “I can tell you don't mind so much anymore.”

 

“But,” Yuri the Wall Splat said in a pitiful voice, “you look good in anything!”

 

“You'd look just as good, Yuri.”

 

Yuri stared at him with the patented look of a Disbeliever.

 

“I'm serious,” Wolfram continued. “You're actually pretty cute, you know, when you try.”

 

“Don't lie…”

 

“I'm not.”

 

Suddenly Yuri reached forward and grabbed Wolfram around the waist and walked into him until Wolfram's legs hit the edge of the bed. Yuri leaned over him, holding him up so that their lips were merely centimeters apart. He smiled down at Wolfram's blush. “Forget all that right now,” he said, his lips brushing softly against Wolfram's. “Right now, I just want…you.”

 

Wolfram smiled and reached up to wrap his arms around Yuri, pulling them both down completely onto the bed. Kissing his fiancee with everything he had, Wolfram rocked his groin upwards to meet Yuri's. Yuri groaned and allowed Wolfram to do with him whatever he pleased. Taking the hint, Wolfram rolled them over so that he was straddling Yuri's lap. Reaching up, he began to unbutton the black top that posed both as Yuri's school uniform and his royal attire.

 

As more and more skin became exposed, Wolfram made love to it with his lips and tongue, prodding low groans and gasps from the black-haired king. Pretty soon, Yuri was completely bare but for his black thong, standard issue. Wolfram sat up over Yuri and moved to take off his skirt--er, hasslich.

 

Yuri's hands on his stopped him.

 

“Leave that on,” Yuri said, his words slurring slightly as though dripping heavily with his wantonness.

 

Wolfram raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

 

“'Cause I said so,” Yuri said, sitting up himself to suckle one of Wolfram's pert, rosy nipples. Trailing his hand down Wolfram's willowy body, he felt his way under the hem of the blue fabric and was pleasantly surprised to find that Wolfram was not wearing anything underneath and was at full attention. When had he removed his undergarments? Surely Yuri would have noticed? He never missed catching eyefuls of Wolfram's body whenever he got a chance. Oh well. “Gods, you're hot, Wolf. Hey,” he said then, pulling away to look up into Wolfram's eyes, “open the top drawer over in that dresser, would you? There's a gift inside for you.”

 

Wolfram gave Yuri the kind of smile that always made Yuri want to ravish the blonde on the spot. One could imagine how Yuri hated those smiles when they were in public. He watched with pervy satisfaction as Wolfram skipped across the room, the end of the skirt swishing sexily around his cute round ass. Wolfram opened the drawer and reached inside to pull out the only item inside.

 

“What's this?” Wolfram said, lifting the tube from the drawer. He padded back to where Yuri was sitting on the bed and resituated himself onto Yuri's lap. “KY? What the hell does that mean?”

 

Yuri grinned. “It's a lubricant, from my world.”

 

“You brought it here?”

 

“Yup.”

 

Wolfram gave him a bizarre look. “How did you know to carry it just before you came over?”

 

Yuri quirked an eyebrow at him and leaned up, catching his lips in a sensual kiss. “I've been carrying it in my pocket for a week, Wolf-cub.”

 

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