Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Hasslich ❯ Part II ( Chapter 2 )

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“There exists no city or nation

That has been more cherished

Than a beauty like this…”

--Song of Beauty, House of the Flying Daggers

 

“What's this?” Wolfram asked as he looked at the tube. Padding back to where Yuri was, he resituated himself onto Yuri's lap as he looked it over.

 

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.”

 

Wolfram's cheeks flushed as he understood Yuri's meaning before smiling and leaning back over Yuri and beginning anew his worship of Yuri's body. No patch of skin was left untouched by either Wolfram's lips or tongue, and in some cases, teeth.

 

“Unh, Wolf—”

 

“Shhh…didn't you say you were having a bad day? Let me—” A Kiss. “—make it—” A nip. “—better.”

 

Yuri squirmed on the bed. How did Wolfram do this to him? For all his self-professed “inexperience” Yuri sure thought he was doing one hell of a fine job. Ever since that first time, Yuri had done research, asked embarrassing questions, experimented, trying to find the best way to make Wolfram feel good. As if in this one way, he could tell Wolfram just how much the boy meant to him when his words failed him. Which happened all too often.

 

Everything Yuri wanted to say became lodged in his throat, he couldn't get anything of significance out; only gurgles and the futile beginnings of words trespassed into the open air between them.

 

He tried, he tried.

 

How come the more he realized he loved Wolfram the harder it became to say it? To express it? What happened to the carefree days of before? The more he loved Wolfram, the more he worried. Life without him was unthinkable. He needed Wolfram.

 

//Don't leave me, Wolfram,\\ Yuri thought. //Please don't leave me. I love you. Wolfram--\\

 

“Wolfram,” he suddenly said aloud. The tone must have betrayed something other than lust because Wolfram paused and looked up at him. Yuri stared back at him. Neither spoke, because Wolfram was waiting for what Yuri couldn't do.

 

//Wolfram,\\ Yuri thought desperately. //I love you!\\

 

Wolfram stared at Yuri before he smiled, promptly knocking what little sense Yuri had in store away. Wolfram knew this and he leaned forward to place raindrop kisses on Yuri's face. He kissed Yuri's forehead, his nose, the corners of his beautiful eyes. Reaching around, Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuri even as he felt Yuri's arms go around his waist.

 

//Ah, Yuri,\\ he thought. //I know, I know. Don't you? You're eyes shine with the light of your soul, and I've learned to read that light. I can see what you can't say. And even if you never say it again, you said it once and my ears are still ringing from the memory. I don't need to hear them again if you can't say it. Just keep looking at me, stay with me…KISS ME!\\ he added on a whim.

 

As if hearing him, Yuri leaned his lips forward to Wolfram's, pouring everything he had into it. Caught off-guard, Wolfram's eyes widened and he began to laugh.

 

“You're so needy!” he said, jokingly, the previously tense atmosphere dissolving.

 

Yuri gave a laugh. “You're one to talk,” he muttered. Huh? Why were words coming so easy now? Wolfram's groin shifted over his own and groaned. “Ah! Need you…”

 

Wolfram smiled. “Will that be all, sire?”

 

Yuri shot him a look. Wolfram laughed again and groped around for that thing of oil-whatever that Yuri had brought. Yuri reached a hand to help, but Wolfram pushed it away. “You're being treated, remember? Let me, because it's probably the last time I'll baby you like this again.”

 

Yuri snorted, half-thinking he could count on that statement, and the other half going “bullshit.”

 

Yuri sucked lightly along Wolfram's neck, and then nibbled lightly on his collarbone, drawing laughter from the latter. Wolfram draped his arms around Yuri's neck, fumbling with the cap on the tube as Yuri continued his assault on his tender skin. As soon as the bottle opened, a pleasant scent drifted from it into the area. Curious, Wolfram pulled it to his nose and sniffed it.

 

“Mmm, what is that?”

 

“Cherry,” was the muffled reply. Yuri's words vibrating against his chest.

 

“Cherry?”

 

“Mm, flavor.”

 

Even more curious, Wolfram brought the tube to his mouth and licked the watery substance. He was surprised to find that it was rather sweet to taste, and even more surprised to find…that he liked it.

 

“What do I do with it?” he asked excitedly, begin to gyrate against Yuri.

 

Yuri tried to pull his mind from his lust-induced haze. “Uhn, it's just like oil.”

 

“I see,” Wolfram said.

 

Pushed onto his back, Yuri felt Wolfram reach down and strip him of his last article of clothing. He watched in awe at the kinkiness of the sight of Wolfram spreading lube on his fingers and then as he slipped a hand underneath the hem of his skirt to prepare himself, his arousal raising the front of it looked incredibly erotic. In his mind's eye, Yuri could see as Wolfram gently slid one of them inside his tight entrance. Wolfram moaned imagining not himself, but Yuri's hot manhood thrusting up inside of him, opening him, exploring him, knowing him.

 

Yuri groaned along with Wolfram, the look on his lover's face making his arousal pulse as the blood rushed ever faster in his veins. Another finger joined the first inside Wolfram, and Wolfram began to rock his hips in rhythm to his mini-thrusts. Yuri closed his eyes and leaned his head into the bed as wild sensations ran amok through his body when Wolfram began moving against him. His bare ass rubbed along his sensitive erection while the hem of the hasslich tickled along the tops of his thighs, sending goosebumps over his whole body. Wolfram watched through lidded eyes as Yuri's face contorted with pleasure. His lust mountin, Wolfram began to scissor his fingers, trying to speed up the process.

 

“S-shit, Wolfram! If you keep this up--”

 

Wolfram smiled and removed his fingers. Yuri groaned as he watched Wolfram lick his fingers and mumble, “Mmm, cherry.”

 

Squeezing more lube onto his palm, Wolfram quickly fisted the base of Yuri's cock and slid his hand upwards, effectively coating Yuri. Yuri bucked his hips upwards and Wolfram grinned wider. Raising the end of his skirt to his hips, he stood as high as he could on his knees and positioned Yuri directly into himself, then slowly, he lowered himself down. Wolfram groaned at the delicious mixed pleasure and pain he felt at first penetration.

 

Yuri watched as his erection disappeared into Wolfram, Wolfram's own erection to the forefront of the whole masterpiece. Gods, he could never get enough of the sight. He panted in an effort to not drown in the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm him. Wolfram rocked his body when jut the head of Yuri's cock was inside, each of his down thrusts pulling Yuri deeper and deeper inside.

 

//Oh…shit,\\ Wolfram thought, dropping his hand from his skirt to grip Yuri's body. Blood-red desire was building in him. Any minute now it was going to take over and he'd begin slamming himself down onto Yuri, probably breaking his back and their bed. Wolfram watched the look on Yuri's face as he struggled to maintain their slow pace. God but it felt good, and judging by the look on Yuri's face, he could tell Yuri was feeling something along the same lines.

 

//Damn it!\\ Wolfram bit his lips. //Don't cry out! That's how it always starts! First a cry, then a word, and before you know it you're shouting all those things you don't even know what you're saying, and didn't even know you knew!\\ But of course, that made no difference and only provided Yuri with ammo which he stored for later use against him. The dirty king took great pleasure in reminding him about what he had said, much to Wolfram's mortification.

 

Below him, he could hear Yuri chanting his own sort of mantra, accenting each one with a lifting of his hips to meet with Wolfram's down thrusts. The feel of the skirt masking what he *knew* they were doing somehow exciting Yuri further. Wolfram sighed in pleasure as he felt the warm hardness caress him from the inside. A small moan escaped him.

 

//Oh no!\\ he thought.

 

//Wolf sure is being quiet,\\ Yuri thought distantly. //Ryoukai. Roger that, Mission Control. Sergeant Sagara out. Over.\\ With that thought, he shifted positions a bit.

 

Wolfram gasped noncommittally as Yuri poked at his prostate. His fingers tightening their grip on Yuri's ribcage.

 

//Oh shit!\\ he thought again as Yuri continued to tease against it. //Yes! Yes! Right there!\\

 

His mental cries only transmitted as pitiful whimpers. Yuri raised his eyebrow. Sitting up, he began to suck on Wolfram's collarbone again while his hands on Wolfram's hips urged his lover to go faster.

 

//What is he doing?\\ Wolfram thought wildly, his arousal caught between the fabric of his hasslich and Yuri's stomach. //I though I was--fuck! *THAT* felt good!\\ Unconsciously, Wolfram began to grind against Yuri, causing Yuri to constantly touch the place that wiped sanity from Wolfram's pitiful, sex-crazed mind.

 

Yuri gasped as his breath became elusive. His back muscles strained from his position but he held firmly to Wolfram's wildly gyrating body, his lifeline anchor. Damn but he could worship this body forever.

 

Wolfram's eyes opened when he felt Yuri' lips on his. Leaning in to deepen the kiss, Wolfram had one last coherent thought:

 

//Fuck it.\\

 

“Ahhhhh, YURI!!!!” he screamed.

 

//Bingo! Mission: complete!\\ Yuri thought and he lowered his head to suck harder on Wolfram's sensitive collarbone. Wolfram leaned his head back, arching his back, effectively bringing Yuri to new degrees within him.

 

“Ah, shit yes, Yuri! Go, GO!” He let loose a seriously hardcore set of moans and curses, as well as Yuri's name somewhere around there. Then a piercing cry rang out through their room as his whole body tensed.

 

Yuri let go of his own orgasm as Wolfram's body squeezed impossibly tight around him. Wolfram leaned down against Yuri, and Yuri let himself fall back against the bed. The two of them simply lay there, breathing against each other.

 

“Am I crushing you?” Wolfram asked, his voice sleepy.

 

“Mm, not yet.” Yuri wrapped his arms around Wolfram's waist, sliding his hands down over the soft and moist skin until he met with the fabric of the hasslich. He grinned. “Yeah, you're right. It's not that bad.”

 

“You're just saying that because--”

 

“Because we made love while you were wearing it? Mr. `Do-it-there' Bielefelt?”

 

Wolfram's whole face flamed. //Damn it!\\ he thought. //When have I ever said that?\\ He paused. //Hmmm, what was he doing to me?\\

 

“So…you're going to wear it, right?” Wolfram asked instead.

 

Yuri sighed. “Yeah, fine, I'll wear the damn thing,” he said, and then he pulled Wolfram's face to meet his. “But you can only wear yours in front of me.”

 

“I hardly think that will be a problem.” Yuri grinned, and Wolfram scowled. “At this rate, I'll have no more clothes that I'm able to wear in public. First my nightgown, then that snow hat of mine with the cute ears, and you won`t let me wear my pink and blue shirt, and now--” He stopped when he heard Yuri break into laughter.

 

“That's okay, I'm sure we can find something for you to do in here. Naked as you'll be.”

 

“What a--” Wolfram began before Yuri cut him off with more kisses and whispers.

 

“Love you…always, love you…”

 

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Just outside…

 

Sangria grinned at the other two maids. “You lose! I told you Lord Wolfram could *never* keep quiet!”

 

Lasagna looked incredulously at the green-haired woman. “Oh! But he kept his mouth shut for soooo long!!!!! I thought for sure, this time!”

 

“It must just be the Demon King's mad skills,” Doria put in quietly.

 

Sangria laughed into the back of her hand. “C'mon girls, ante up!”

 

The other two grumbled as pulled out their purses.

 

Just another day in the Demon kingdom…

 

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Author's Note: Well, that's the end of this strange little ditty! Ha ha, the word hasslich (when spelled correctly) means “ugly” in German, bydaway.

Tommy: For the record, we actually don't know what KY tastes like, so if we're way off, bear with us.

Me: Right. Also, the story insert is from “Watership Down” by Richard Adams. It's one of my favorite novels, and Thlayli is my absolute favorite character. I always loved that line, it was so noble and faithful and made me burst with pride and love and all that kind of stuff, and I kind of figured Wolfram would like that, too. So, if you like this (You pervert! We love you!) please review and tell us what you thought, either in our review box or at hakuhaku23@yahoo.com.