Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! - It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I'm not making any money from writing it.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male), Yuuri x Wolfram. Some other pairings. Angst. Adult topics.

Summary: This is sort of the sequel of both “Working out the Paradox” and “Watch out for the Green Eyes”. The action takes place ten years after the events in “WoftGE” and sixteen years after Yuuri and Wolfram got together. Yuuri and Wolfram have been married for fourteen years.

Concerning the plot I can say that first chapters are quite light, later things will get a little tighter. The themes that I'm going to discuss and write about are rather disturbing and I wasn't very sure if I'll be able to deal with them. Well, it's for you to decide.

I don't want to spoil your reading, so I won't say anything about the plot but if you are one of my constant readers, you know that there are such things left to deal with, like Faraya's escape, Wolfram telling the truth to Yuuri about what happened to him on Ekara, Kyota and Amae's relationship and some other things. All of that will be addressed here, in the third part of the trilogy.

 

A/N 1: Age: Yuuri - 32. Wolfram…let's say he is about the same age as Yuuri just a little older. I must warn you that I tend to ignore the anime and more than half things that will follow now are completely fictional and have nothing to do with it. For instance, I don't like how they count Wolfram's age. For being that old how they say, he acts like an idiot in the anime (I haven't read the manga and it doesn't interest me). And I also don't believe that Mazoku develop so slowly that only when they are 70, they finally reach mental capabilities of an average fifteen-year-old Human. If it has something to do with faster season exchange in Shin Makoku…whatever - we still need to bring that age close to that of a Human to be able to compare their growth in all aspects. There are differences between Mazoku and Humans, and, if you are interested, you can read about them in “WotP” chapter 14.

Time gaps are another thing that I interpret my way. Time goes faster in Shin Makoku than on Earth and it just flies on Ekara. But separately, that time doesn't disappear anywhere. On every planet it has the same pace. You can only see the difference if you compare the worlds or some character travels from one world to another.

 

A/N 2: I hate Greta; she doesn't exist in my fics, and Yuuri has never adopted her.

 

A/N 3: Don't get confused by that “power swapping”. It's something from the first story and is completely fictional. The explanation is as follows: an average Mazoku has the ability to control one of the four elements. I'll give an example while using Yuuri and Wolfram. Yuuri is able to control all four elements (forget the anime, I said). While exchanging bodily liquids, Mazoku are able to swap the power. Let's take Wolfram - so he would be able to use all other three elements that Yuuri is able to use. But, the elements still obey the person who has the contract with them. So if Yuuri decided not to allow Wolfram to use his…let's say water element, the element wouldn't listen to Wolfram, only to Yuuri. Now in case they both have the same power (in this case fire element) - Yuuri wouldn't be able to use the shared power that is already in Wolfram's body - he would simply supply Wolfram with more power and, as Wolfram himself has contract with that element, Yuuri can't forbid him from using that power. All the exchanged power is exhaustible and one needs to recharge it constantly.

Well, if this explanation isn't enough - you can still ask me, but I simply recommend reading three last chapters of “WotP” where everything should be explained much clearer.

 

A/N 4: There are four worlds/dimensions. Mearan (where Shin Makoku is), Ekara (Faraya's native planet), Earth and Aliran. Mearan is represented by Yuuri Shibuya and is considered the planet of water element. Ekara used to be represented by Faraya who went into hiding and it is the planet of fire. Earth is represented by Shori Shibuya and is the planet of air. Aliran is the planet of earth, it's ruler is unknown.

 

A/N 5: My point of reference is Earth. For instance, if I say that Yuuri and Wolfram have been married for fourteen years, it means I count the years referring to Earth.

 

A/N 6: Asami Rivu is Yuuri's former classmate. They are good friends, Asami knowing all about Shin Makoku and Yuuri's position there. Yuuri likes him because of his straightforwardness, insight and calm, melancholic character. Asami is quite sensitive and good with emotions and at reading people. He's of average height with short dark hair, wears glasses. Asami had also been the one to travel to Ekara with Wolfram and Kyota. Just that you would know and wouldn't need to ask me: Asami is absolutely heterosexual.

 

A/N 7: Kyota Docharo is Wolfram's childhood friend who has been in love with Wolfram for a long time, he having a fiery character and tolerating Yuuri only because it was Wolfram's choice to marry him. Later Kyota fell in love with another man (Amae Sederu) but their relationship had ended abruptly, leaving Kyota hurt and enraged.

Kyota's picture can be found here: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/263567/

Kyota is several years older than Wolfram and is a fire wielder just as his friend, even though Kyota isn't very good with his sword. Kyota grew up together with Wolfram, his mother, Katarina, being Cecilie's good friend and after her husband/Kyota's father's death staying in Blood Pledge Castle for a long time. Kyota has a younger stepbrother, Arisu, who is the child of Katarina's second husband, Edohi. Arisu is just an episodical character.

Currently Katarina is the Duchess of Delam which is on good terms with Shin Makoku and Kyota is the General of the Army. His stepfather doesn't interfere in Delam's politics as he himself has inherited a county after his father's death.

You can always ask in case I forgot to include something ^_~

 

A/N 8: Started - October, 2007

 

 

Inexorable Flow

 

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

 

Part 1

 

“It's open!”

 

Asami pushed the door open to enter a short corridor, decorated with bluish wallpaper. Once he crossed it, he stepped into a kitchen and saw Yuuri sitting at a table with the morning's newspaper in his hands. There was a plate with sandwiches on the table and a hot mug of tea steaming next to it.

 

“Morning,” Asami greeted.

 

“Hey,” Yuuri nodded without raising his head from the newspaper. “Want some tea, coffee?”

 

Taking his seat opposite his longtime friend, Asami shook his head. “Nah, I just ate.”

 

While Yuuri continued reading his newspaper, Asami decided that a mug of tea wouldn't hurt. He got up, turned the heat on under the kettle then started looking around in the spacious kitchen.

 

Yuuri bought this house two years ago, when he finally had enough of his mother butting into his and Wolfram's relationship every time they came to stay on Earth. As Yuuri was never known for flinging money around needlessly, the house was of common size. It had a kitchen, a bathroom and a big living-room on the ground floor. On the first floor there were two rooms, one of which usually was used as a study.

 

“Where do you keep the tea?”

 

Yuuri raised his head. His brows furrowed. “Try that cupboard on your right.” He snickered while reaching for a sandwich. “Yesterday Wolfram decided to clean up, so everything is arranged according to his unique sense of order. I can't find a thing after he does that.”

 

“Here. Found it,” Asami nodded, retracting his hand with a pack of tea from the cupboard. “And where is he actually?”

 

“He went for a ride. He does that a lot recently; must be worried about something,” Yuuri said while munching on his sandwich. He turned to look out the window.

 

“Oh. Anything serious?”

 

Yuuri shrugged. “I'm not sure. But with Wolfram it's always like this - he'll tell when he's ready.” He dismissed the topic with a light wave of his hand. “Say, what will we do if it starts raining?”

 

Following his gaze, Asami frowned. Really, the murky weather didn't promise anything good. “Well, I suppose the tournament will be moved into a closed building nearby.” He took the whistling kettle off the cook-top and poured some water over his tea pack. “I was surprised when Wolfram agreed to go watch baseball…”

 

Yuuri rolled his eyes. “He's probably worried that we would get drunk again and start running after skirts.”

 

“Well, he has a point…” Asami muttered while bringing his tea over to Yuuri's table. “I don't know what came over me the last time…”

 

Yuuri looked at him sideways. “Yeah… And not only the last time…” he drawled while Asami was taking his place back at the table. When Asami got drunk, nobody could tell that the man was over thirty. During all the years Asami hadn't changed that much in the inside, but his body had gotten bigger and firmer and was that of a grown-up man. Meanwhile Yuuri still looked as if he were only a bit over twenty. “Well, those chicks were really hot,” Yuuri shrugged.

 

Asami rubbed his forehead. He sighed. “You are lucky that he isn't that jealous anymore…”

 

Yuuri snorted. “Sure. Think what you want. He didn't talk to me for a week after that. Needless to say, I could only dream about sex.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Yeah,” Yuuri nodded. “So if you have any more cunning plans on how to get drunk and get some chicks, keep them to yourself,” Yuuri said, while taking the newspaper back into his hands.

 

With his head Asami motioned at the newspaper. “What are you so interested about in there anyway?”

 

“My brother just bought another hospital. He started reorganizing it and there is some commotion now,” Yuuri explained. “Well, nothing he can't deal with anyway.”

 

“Hmmm…” Asami drawled while helping himself to one of the sandwiches. “Expanding his network further? He really is good at doing business…”

 

“You are not that bad yourself,” Yuuri remarked.

 

Asami chuckled. “You can't compare my small software shop to his business.”

 

Yuuri shrugged. He continued reading his newspaper, then raised his head as a humming sound was heard from the street. “Here, he's coming back already. He'll change his clothes, have a snack, and we'll go.”

 

Asami turned to the window and observed the street. “Hmm?” he wondered, as all he could see was a lone motorcyclist approaching the house. He cast his eyes admiringly over the red and black Yamaha bike. “A real beauty,” he sighed. “A year or so ago I thought about getting myself one of those, but then I looked at the death rate statistics and decided on a posh car…” He turned to look at his blue Honda which was parked in front of the house.

 

“Yeah, I'd have preferred a car to bike…” Yuuri muttered, not lifting his eyes from the newspaper.

 

“Hey, it seems he's coming here…” Asami watched the motorcyclist turn toward the gate.

 

The motorbike swept in smoothly through the gate and stopped near the garage. The driver climbed off, then kicked down the stand. The motorcyclist took his gloves off then started fumbling with his helmet. Agape, Asami stared at the shock of blond hair that appeared from under the helmet.

 

Ruffling through his hair to get it in order, Wolfram started walking toward the door. He took his boots off, then, carrying the helmet under his arm, appeared in the kitchen shortly.

 

“Hey,” he nodded at Asami.

 

Asami nodded back and continued to stare at the blond who, putting down the helmet, started unzipping his red and black leather jacket. Wolfram still looked as if he were no more than eighteen, and his looks hadn't changed a bit during the time Asami had known Wolfram. With a twinge of jealousy Asami realized that Wolfram still could stop traffic in any street he walked.

 

“How much time do we have left?” Wolfram asked Yuuri. “I still want to take a shower.”

 

Yuuri nodded. “We still have about an hour. Do something with your hair - it's a mess.”

 

“I thought you were afraid of driving…” Asami muttered.

 

Ruffling through his hair, Wolfram looked at him, surprised. “Huh? I've been driving for four years now.”

 

“Yeah, and I have already paid about twenty fines for his speeding…” Yuuri grunted out. “But at least he doesn't run from the police anymore…”

 

Wide-eyed, Asami turned back to Wolfram who had already gone back down the corridor.

 

“He used to get sick on everything that moves…”

 

Yuuri sighed. “It doesn't bother him a bit if he is the one in control of the moving thing. Exactly the same as with a horse. It seems it is more a mental problem than… He still gets sick if it's somebody else driving.”

 

“How the hell did he decide he wanted a motorcycle? And what was that about the police?”

 

“It was my brother's fault. It was his birthday and he was drunk off his ass and he gave Wolfram his motorbike to try. And despite that on his first try Wolfram crashed into a tree, and I had to buy Shori a new bike, it got him interested. Damn Shori,” Yuuri cursed.

 

“And the police?” Asami asked as it seemed that Yuuri wanted to go back to reading the paper.

 

“Well, they wanted to stop him and he thought they were some assholes chasing him,” Yuuri shrugged. “In the end they caught him, but he fought with them, taking down a few... Jeez, it was such a mess. He didn't have a license yet and he was charged with speeding and assaulting police officers and got locked up in a cell until I paid the bail. There was a trial, but he behaved and apologized, so in the end I only paid a huge fine and that was it.”

 

Asami stared at Yuuri for awhile. “He does have a license now, doesn't he…?” he asked then.

 

“Yes, just got it a year ago.” Yuuri waved his hand dismissively. “Don't worry about it. Now his energy is directed towards the road and his bike. And he has less of it left over for yelling and being aggressive. I really like that.”

 

“Hmm…” Asami wondered. “Like a therapy?” Wolfram was more aggressive and snappish than most people, which was actually due to a higher testosterone level in his system and it was clear that he couldn't help it. “Aren't you afraid he might break his neck off?”

 

Yuuri shrugged. “It's not that easy to kill a full-blooded Mazoku, especially when he can control all four elements. His reactions are really amazing and if anything happens, he will probably summon my wind element to help him.”

 

Asami sipped his tea for some time, then helped himself to another sandwich from the plate. Interested, he observed it. The piece of salami was twice as big as the slice of bread and the symbolic snippet of cucumber on top of it was comical. But, despite the appearance, it tasted quite well.

 

Asami was licking the crumbs off his fingers when Wolfram reappeared in the kitchen. With only a towel wrapped around his hips, tucked in at the waist and his hair dripping water, he strolled to Yuuri.

 

“Wolfram, do you know that your hair is on fire?” Asami asked while helping himself to a third sandwich. He pointed at Wolfram's hair, which now was flaming.

 

“He is saving on electricity,” Yuuri frowned. He raised his eyes from the newspaper to look at Wolfram who had seated himself next to him. “How many times do I have to tell you to use a hairdryer?”

 

“It damages my hair.”

 

Yuuri rolled his eyes and went back to reading. “Sure, scorching fire is much better…” he mumbled under his breath.

 

“Did you eat any of the sandwiches or was it Asami who ate them all?”

 

Asami looked at the sandwich in his hand. “Oh. And I was wondering why they are so weird… Yuuri, you made him make breakfast for you? Wow, I'm impressed.”

 

“I didn't make him. He's a good husband by nature,” Yuuri mumbled. “But sandwiches and tea probably are the only things he is able to make…”

 

“Careful,” Wolfram warned, “or soon you won't even get that.” He took Yuuri's mug to finish drinking the tea leftovers. “I really don't want to go to that stupid baseball…” he complained after a few seconds. Scowling, he put the mug back onto the table.

 

“I installed a few games into my laptop. You can take it with you,” Yuuri said. “But they are quite old. Or you can check out some bikes on the Internet.”

 

“That's great,” Wolfram grinned at him. Peeling the paper out of Yuuri's hand, he leaned over to give his husband a chaste kiss. “Hmm…you did eat some,” he said then.

 

Yuuri sighed when the blond's towel parted. Taking the newspaper back, he pushed Wolfram away from him. He smacked Wolfram on his toweled behind. “Go dress or the only place where we'll go today will be the bed.”

 

Asami's eyes followed Wolfram's bare back into the corridor, then snapped his eyes down to his sandwich in a short lived panic as Wolfram flicked the towel off his waist and to the ground.

 

“He has a nice ass.”

 

Yuuri's brow arched at the comment and he raised his eyes from the paper. “Which is all mine, I dare remind you.”

 

Asami chortled into his tea. “Sure thing.” Sighing, he bit into his sandwich. Despite it being only a jest, with the years, as Yuuri and Wolfram's relationship progressed, Yuuri was valuing it more and taking it more seriously. Wolfram was someone who had his absolute trust. But despite Yuuri trusting Wolfram, Yuuri had become very protective about their relationship. It was the same with Wolfram. The difference was only in expression. While Yuuri usually kept things all silent on the surface, in most cases Wolfram's discontentment, anger or jealousy was tossed in everyone's face like a wet rag.

 

Yuuri and Wolfram had been married for fourteen years. Yuuri was the first to marry from their classmates, and as far as Asami was able to tell while watching from the sidelines - it was probably the most successful union. The two loved each other and had adapted perfectly to each other's characters and lifestyle. Sometimes they argued and it was never nice, for it was always loud and sometimes even came to throwing punches. But somehow in the end they always managed to find a compromise.

 

Watching the two was personally depressing and made Asami jealous. He was thirty-two years old and didn't even have a girlfriend. Lisa had been the woman that he thought was the one, but then her ex-boyfriend appeared and all the plans about the wedding went down the drain. He had been depressed after that and had been drinking for a week. If not for Yuuri finally finding him and dragging his ass out of that bar, he might have ended up badly.

 

“We gotta find you a girlfriend or you'll drive me crazy. We should go out after the game. Trust me - Wolfram attracts women faster than a close-out does.”

 

Startled, Asami looked at Yuuri, but the man was still immersed in his newspaper. “Won't you be jealous?” he asked finally.

 

Yuuri shrugged at that, chuckling lightly. “He wouldn't know what to do with a woman even if she lay naked on his bed.”

 

“Yeah, you should be more worried about pretty guys,” Asami laughed.

 

Yuuri shrugged again. “True. But he's more attracted to those with hard features and a bigger build than his.”

 

Asami rolled his eyes. As if he had ever been interested in Wolfram's taste… He couldn't care less. He heard Wolfram jogging downstairs and, carrying a laptop under his arm, soon the blond appeared in the doorway. Wolfram's hair was still disheveled but with black jeans, a red sleeveless shirt and white sneakers it made an irresistible combination. Again, he was struck by the way Wolfram appeared to be so young.

 

“You look nice,” Yuuri said after catching a glimpse of his husband over his newspaper. “Don't forget a jacket as it might start raining.”

 

“Hmmm…” Wolfram drawled.

 

“No. I forbid you to meddle with the weather,” Yuuri said. “Shori would skin me alive.”

 

“Fine,” Wolfram shrugged.

 

Asami chuckled. He was always amazed when the two could read each other so well. He stood up. “Well, shall we go?”

 

Yuuri folded his newspaper then tossed it onto the table and stood up. The three of them walked down the corridor. Wolfram had already gone outside before Yuuri and Asami finished putting their shoes on. Once outside, Yuuri's arm wrapped around the blond's waist to tug him toward Asami's blue car.

 

“Oh. He's the one driving?” Wolfram asked.

 

Asami only sighed. Damn, now he wouldn't be able to drink much. Well, maybe later he could talk Yuuri into driving.

 

“Do you intend to fly with this?” Wolfram snickered, brushing his hand over the large rear wing. He chuckled when Asami gave him the finger.

 

“Get into the car, you two,” Asami motioned for them to get in before opening his door.

 

“Take it slow and smooth or he'll be sick all over your interior,” Yuuri warned.

 

“Jesus, do you really have it that bad, Wolfram?”

 

“Well, I don't really mind when Yuuri is driving, but otherwise - yeah, all the nausea kicks in as soon as a car starts moving,” Wolfram confirmed, closing the door. He seated himself comfortably next to Yuuri, close enough so that their shoulders touched. Quite a while ago he noticed that Yuuri's calm and tranquil presence helped reduce his sickness.

 

“It does seem like a mental problem…” Asami muttered, musing.

 

Wolfram's face changed color a few times, but to Asami's immense relief they reached the stadium without much ado. He chose the farthest parking-lot, but even then, only after circling around it a few times, did he finally find an empty space to park his car.

 

There were already lots of people streaming in from the parking-lot and heading in the same direction as they were. About twenty minutes later, together with the rest, they were spilled into the huge stadium. They found their places and sat down to watch the players warming up for the game.

 

“Ah, it's been a long time we've been to a game,” Asami sighed contently after sitting down next to Yuuri. He cast a look around at the huge clamoring mass of people in the stadium.

 

Yuuri nodded in agreement. The two of them were too busy now to allow themselves such a luxury. Asami had a business to manage and supervise, and he was responsible for an entire nation and its affairs. Not to mention he was also responsible for Ekara. They were only there now because he had taken a break to cool his head, spend some quality time with his husband and relax. As the years passed, the time he spent on Earth was becoming shorter and shorter. If added all together, during the previous year he had only spent a week here. And even then he only came to visit his parents.

 

He missed Earth. Mearan and Earth were very different in their cultures. His relationships on Earth had been severed by the merciless time shortage and it hurt to think that the only remaining ties were his family and Asami.

 

He still kept his relationship with his brother tight. Shori was the one who he could trust to support him and supply him with needed information about Earth's most important affairs. His parents were still the same, living in their house in the same calm district. His father didn't look any different than he remembered from his childhood. He was still the same quiet man with soft facial expressions and smiling eyes. His mother had aged, though. She was still as energetic and vivid as usual, but she was fifty-five already and it was already looking as if she was older than her husband. With dread, Yuuri found himself thinking that there would be a time when people would think his father her son.

 

“Is everything alright?”

 

Yuuri turned his head to Wolfram, who was giving him a questioning look. He gave a short reassuring smile to his husband and cast a look over the stadium. The game should start shortly. He and Asami had been cheering for Ransui's team for ages it seemed; but he hardly knew the newly assembled players. This time Ransui city was playing against the neighboring Chansa city's team.

 

When the game started, Wolfram followed the action for about ten minutes then started to get bored. Yuuri and Asami were following the game intently, so he got Yuuri's laptop out of the bag. He turned it on and chose one of games that were on the desktop. The game started, but a few jumps and kicks later, the view went blank. Wolfram's lips pursed at the black screen. He raised his head.

 

“Yuuri… You haven't forgotten to recharge it, have you…?” Wolfram drawled while staring at Yuuri's back.

 

Yuuri turned to look at him. “Shit.” He smiled sheepishly when his husband let out a long sigh.

 

For twenty minutes Wolfram sat quietly, inspecting his nails or the people around. He tried hard, very hard to keep silent, but twenty minutes was his limit, so he said he was going for a walk and to buy some snacks.

 

After getting out of the bleachers and the unceasing noise, he decided that he had no wish to go back to that overwhelming riot. In case one of them got separated, they had arranged to meet in the parking lot, so he was calm about it.

 

They had come here for a vacation. As time in Shin Makoku sped much faster, he had been surprised when Yuuri chose Earth. When he had asked why Earth and not Mearan, Yuuri explained that this was the only place where Gunter wasn't able to find him. Yuuri was joking, of course, but Wolfram was a little worried about them spending an entire week on Earth while leaving Shin Makoku without its head for more than a month. The political situation had been stable for years, but it only took showing a tiny weakness and the situation might change during a few hours.

 

Wolfram bought some ice-cream and found a calm place to sit. The bench was situated in the nearby walkway which was lined by trees. Ignoring staring faces and a few blushing and giggling girls, he enjoyed it for about ten minutes. In Shin Makoku there was rarely anyone who hadn't seen him, but on Earth or Ekara it always turned out like this - people stared at him.

 

Waiting for the game to end, he wandered around the streets then turned back. Walking slowly, he came back to the parking lot and Asami's car. Leaning on the car, he waited for about ten minutes, then people started streaming into the parking lot. After another ten minutes, Yuuri and Asami showed up. According to how their faces gleamed, it was obvious that Ransui won. Wolfram couldn't help chuckling when Yuuri, grinning from ear to ear, stuck both his thumbs up. His husband could be so cute sometimes… Wolfram was sure to savor the sight.

 

After the two enthusiasts, ignoring the fact that Wolfram wasn't interested in baseball at all, had related to him all the best parts of the game, the three of them decided on going somewhere to eat.

 

XXXXX

 

The fancy bar-restaurant was filled with people. It seemed that people didn't want to disperse right after the game and had the same idea to prolong the day. They had a hard time finding a table and only after a ten-minute wait, took the places of a group who left.

 

Already while they were waiting at the door, Asami was conscious of people blatantly staring at Wolfram. Wolfram's bright blond head was seen from afar. He was also aware of a few females' attempts at flirting, which Wolfram palpably ignored. Maybe Wolfram was really his lucky ticket.

 

“Yuuri, maybe you'll drive back?” Asami tried while he was taking the place next to Yuuri, with Wolfram seating himself opposite them.

 

Yuuri's brow rose. “I drove back the previous time. It's your turn now.”

 

Asami sighed and took the menu to browse through it. After finding and choosing what he wished, he raised his head and found himself surprised to see Wolfram also studying the menu. He remembered Yuuri telling him that Wolfram learned to read, but he still wasn't ready to see the blond leafing through the menu so easily.

 

“Yuuri, I don't understand the names of the dishes. The drinks are more or less fine but…” Wolfram complained suddenly. “What the heck is the third number?”

 

“Hmm?” Yuuri skimmed back a few pages. “Oh, it's roast duck with orange sauce.”

 

“Who can eat meat with that disgusting fruit?” Wolfram muttered. “I want the duck but without that sauce.”

 

“Then it's the fifth number for you,” Yuuri said. “With soy sauce.”

 

“Soy…?” Wolfram drawled, unsure. “Isn't that the thing that caused me to break out in a rash the last time?”

 

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Yuuri thought for a moment. “I'll just ask for salad with the duck, then. Is it okay?”

 

Wolfram nodded. “Yeah, it's fine.”

 

Despite the bar restaurant being very busy, the waitress came right away as soon as she saw Wolfram lowering the menu back to the table. She smiled down at him brightly.

 

“Good day. Are you ready to order?”

 

Wolfram pointed at Yuuri. “My husband will order for me. Put it on one tab for us. Thanks.”

 

A little frayed, the waitress turned her head to Yuuri. The man nodded but otherwise didn't seem to react at the comment at all.

 

“Mmm… What was that…?” Yuuri's eyes squinted while he was trying to remember. “Oh, roast duck, but could you, please, bring it without any sauce, only with some salad? Make it…” Yuuri skimmed over his menu again, “…number 4, Oriental Salad. Thanks. And Salmon Loaf for me and two beers. And you?” he turned to Asami.

 

“Beef ribs and a bottle of whiskey for me. My treat,” Asami winked at Yuuri.

 

“You'll have to order something else. Wolfram doesn't like whiskey or any of strong drinks for that matter,” Yuuri said. “Make it some girly drink, like cider or some cocktail.”

 

Asami and the waiter started as there was a smack. Wolfram lowered the menu off Yuuri's face. “Yuuri…”

 

Yuuri rubbed his face. “Whatever.” He grabbed the menu from Wolfram's hand and held it out for the waitress to keep it out of his husband's reach.

 

Their drinks arrived shortly. Curiously, Asami watched Wolfram sipping his cider through a straw. His and Yuuri's eyes met and Yuuri hid his smile behind his goblet filled with beer. “He likes that,” Yuuri said.

 

Asami chuckled. To tell the truth, it even seemed to quite fit Wolfram. The blond poked the ice in his glass with the straw as if bored, then sighed heavily.

 

“What is it?” Yuuri asked.

 

Wolfram shook his head. “No, it's nothing. I think I have got a little tired from that mass of people…”

 

Yuuri nodded. It was a well-known truth that Wolfram did not like gatherings. He was always alert and ready to act, so being surrounded by that many people drove his senses crazy. “I should have left you at home after all,” Yuuri said.

 

His husband shrugged. “Well, I'm tired, but it's a different kind of tiredness than at home. The walk through the city was quite refreshing.”

 

“Mmm? Did you see anything interesting?” Asami asked. “Anything you'd want Yuuri to buy for you?” he added, grinning.

 

Yuuri rolled his eyes. “Don't put idiotic thoughts into his head.”

 

Asami chuckled. “Aww…” He knew that Yuuri and Wolfram's relationship was way above that but it was fun to tease them both. On the other hand, he knew perfectly that Yuuri would buy anything Wolfram wished anyway. Besides being his husband's and king's irreplaceable support and assistant in his daily life, Wolfram was Yuuri's greatest weakness. Yuuri liked spoiling him, but was rarely successful as his husband reacted quite sensitively to any sign of being patronized.

 

Their meal arrived half an hour later, after Yuuri and Wolfram had already had a repeat on their orders of alcohol. Yuuri already seemed to be overly happy, and Wolfram was talking non-stop about some man named Leahir, who apparently was Kyota's recent lover. Asami was already regretting having taken his car.

 

Yuuri grinned contently when, after having tasted his duck, Wolfram said that it was perfect. The two of them clinked their glasses and drank again to toast the duck. Feeling like an outsider, Asami sighed, he hated it when they did that; disappeared into their own world. The only thing he was happy about was that the two didn't have any children and it didn't loom over them.

 

Asami gave Wolfram a questioning look when the blond lowered his fork and seemed to glare somewhere behind his back. “What is it?”

 

“They have been staring at me for ten minutes straight!” Wolfram muttered. “My skin will start peeling soon!”

 

Yuuri swallowed the beer he had in his mouth. “Only ten minutes?” He grinned at Wolfram's offended glare and offered another toast to which he was the only one to drink.

 

“Where?” Asami asked, looking around.

 

Yuuri cast a look to where three quite attractive women sat a bit farther from Wolfram. “Why don't you invite them to our table, Wolfram?”

 

Wolfram looked at his husband as if he had grown two heads. “What the hell?!” Then Wolfram blinked at the way Yuuri's eyes crossed, trying to point at Asami. He understood the whole idea at once. “Oh, god, why me?” he groaned. He rubbed his forehead and cast a glance at Asami who was looking at the women longingly. “Alright. Just for Asami. But no touching allowed!”

 

“Fine, fine,” Yuuri waved that off dismissively. “Just go invite them here.”

 

“Which one do you like the most, Asami?” Wolfram asked. “I'll have to seat them somehow, you know,” he explained after Asami only stared at him.

 

“Oh. The one with a red blouse.”

 

Wolfram nodded. It took only a few words from him and moments later the women joined them.

 

“I'm Surya,” the woman in the red blouse introduced herself as soon as she sat down at Asami's side “This is Hether and Renata,” she pointed at her friends.

 

The women were dressed casually, with jeans and blouses, Hether wearing a light sweater. Surya seemed to be a little over thirty years old. She wore the aforementioned red blouse with her dark hair pulled up into a ponytail. She wasn't much of a looker but there was something in her brown eyes that made her noticeable. Hether had an oval face, brown hair and was wearing glasses. From her posture one could guess that she was quite shy. She also seemed to be younger than Surya. Renata wore her dark hair loose, her curious eyes sometimes getting covered by it, then she would brush her hair back and pull it behind her ear. Her complexion was a little darker than usual. Her body was just on the verge of being called plump.

 

The men also introduced themselves and ordered more drinks. It appeared that the women, the same as the entire bar-restaurant current clientele had come here after the game.

 

“We, differently than most here, are drinking to contemplate our loss.”

 

“Ah, you are from Chansa, then?” Yuuri asked.

 

“Yes,” Renata nodded. “But our support didn't help any…”

 

Asami shrugged. “They will win the next time. So how do you like our city?”

 

“The streets seem to be a bit dirty,” Surya said.

 

Asami's brow rose at that. “Well, true. We have thirty high-schools and ten colleges, plus a few universities here, so yeah…”

 

“Ah. True, I have forgotten that,” Surya nodded. “Kids nowadays… Mine are the same - always have to go picking up dirt after them. Brats.”

 

“Mmm? How old are they?” Asami interested.

 

“Six and ten. I have been married for eleven years already,” she chuckled, raising her left hand with the wedding ring for him to see. “I managed to talk my husband into letting me have a short, one-day vacation with my friends. But both Hether and Renata are free,” she winked at Asami.

 

“I like you,” Asami grinned, reaching his hand out for the bottle of wine that had just been brought by the waitress. “What a pity,” he said, while starting to open the bottle.

 

Wolfram watched Asami talking to Surya, but it was apparent that after Surya admitted that she was married, the man's interest peeked towards Renata who sat at Yuuri's side. It didn't seem that Surya minded, though. Hether was quiet and it was obvious that she thought that Wolfram was too young for her. Wolfram didn't mind people mistaking his age, but he did mind that Hether seemed to be interested in Yuuri.

 

Yuuri was bisexual and Wolfram was perfectly aware of the fact. Actually it was a very rare case when Yuuri paid attention to males in that sense, but his eyes lingered on women frequently. Wolfram had realized long ago that it was pointless to try to do anything about it. As long as Yuuri didn't try anything else except for looking, Wolfram learned to tolerate it. This time Yuuri was flirting. And quite openly. It was a part of the game, and Yuuri winked at Wolfram when he thought nobody was looking, but the blond couldn't help feeling a little irritated.

 

The conversations flowed at the table, everybody talking and praising their teams and comparing the cities, the loss already washed away by the wine and stronger liquors that Asami continued ordering. Wolfram tried to join them, but after his fourth bottle of cider lost interest completely and didn't even bother pretending he cared or understood. Two hours later, when all of them had gotten quite buzzed, Wolfram somehow found himself conversing with Surya about her children and husband. When he neared his sixth bottle, he decided that kids were the worst thing possible that could happen to one and his depression only increased.

 

Watching the growing hill of bottles around Wolfram, Asami realized that Yuuri hadn't warned him that the blond would drink that much to compensate for the low strength.

 

“Hey, Yuuri, will he be alright?” Asami wondered.

 

“Don't worry,” Yuuri slurred, “there's a very clear indicator when it becomes too much for him.”

 

Asami cast Wolfram a look - he was sure that Wolfram had had enough already. He was the only one sober out of six of them, the women were also quite buzzed, laughing and flirting. He was surprised to see the prince immersed in a conversation with Surya. The bits and pieces that floated over the table and reached his ears didn't seem to have anything to do with Wolfram at all, and yet there the blond was nodding enthusiastically and asking questions. Asami figured that Wolfram might be tactfully diverting Surya's attention to himself as to leave him more chances with Renata.

 

“So, what do you think?” Asami asked when the women left for the bathroom, leaving them at the table. Asami sighed when Wolfram gave him a confused look; the blond had no idea what he was talking about. “The women, Wolfram, the women.”

 

“Oh. I like Surya. Her husband also seems to be…be,” Wolfram hiccupped, then quickly excused himself for his manners, “a nice person. I like her.”

 

Yuuri raised both thumbs up. “Me too. Oh, which one is Surya?”

 

Asami rubbed his forehead. He shouldn't have driven today after all. “You guys…” he sighed. “So let's take them home. And I…”

 

“Home…where?” Yuuri asked him with a twinge of suspicion.

 

“I think he wants us to distract the other two…” Wolfram said, sipping cider from his glass. “He believes that in the evening the two will stay with us and he could take Renata to his flat to spend the night,” Wolfram drawled, making Asami wonder at how the blond's mind was able to work at all under such conditions. “Are you sure Renata will go with you? I wouldn't.”

 

“Well, we wouldn't fit into one car anyway,” Yuuri reasoned. “We'll go by a taxi.” He raised his thumbs again. “Go for it!” he grinned at Asami. “Ah, dammit! I spilled it!” Yuuri cursed as his hand caught his half-empty beer goblet and the contents spilled all over the table and his trousers. He grabbed a handful of napkins from the holster to wipe the table and his trousers.

 

Asami sighed again. Wolfram blinked at his husband while his fuzzy mind tried to understand what they would do with those women after taking them home. He had actually been planning to have some fun with Yuuri. Women hadn't been included.

 

Surprised, Asami's eyes followed the blond who stood up suddenly. Wolfram looked startled at the way his body didn't listen to him. For a few seconds he rocked backwards and forwards then turned to Yuuri's seat opposite him. Yuuri was still pushed away from the table in his chair and trying to wipe his pants with a small table-napkin, was startled as Wolfram dropped to his knees, between Yuuri's legs. He stared at Yuuri's crotch for a few moments then raised his head.

 

Yuuri blinked. “Huh?”

 

“I wanna suck you off.”

 

Asami choked on his saliva.

 

“See? This is what indicates that he has had enough to drink,” Yuuri explained to Asami.

 

“I'm glad you know that but…” Asami muttered. He looked around but it seemed people around them were of similar condition and nobody paid attention to them.

 

“Yuuri…?” Wolfram gave a mischievous grin up at his husband.

 

Yuuri stared down at Wolfram. “Okay…” he said, swallowing loudly.

 

Asami stared at him. “Whaaa…?” To his horror, Wolfram started fumbling with Yuuri's belt. “Oh no, you don't!” He grabbed Wolfram by his hair. Making the wincing blond rise to his feet, he dragged him back to his seat. “Sit here!”

 

Yuuri pushed his chair back to the table. “It would have been interesting,” he mumbled, regret clear in his voice.

 

“No more drinking for you two!”

 

Asami felt that he was being intently watched and turned to Wolfram. After scrutinizing the blond's drunken facial expression, he realized that Wolfram didn't seem to be angry with him for trying to put a bridle on his sexual activities.

 

“Why the hell are you staring at me like that?” He turned to Yuuri as Wolfram only blinked at him with his hooded emeralds. “What's wrong with him?”

 

Yuuri waved that off dismissively. “Don't worry, he always gets horny when drunk.”

 

Asami's head snapped back to Wolfram. Wolfram smiled at him. “Check, please!” Asami screamed for the waitress at the look on blond's dreamy face.

 

TBC