Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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.

A/N 1: Age: Yuuri - 32. Wolfram…let's say he is about the same age as Yuuri just a little older.

A/N 2: Faraya: He is a former ruler of Ekara (the planet of fire element). Faraya looks over forty years old and has the same dark looks like all local people on Ekara - dark-shaded skin, black hair and eyes. The man's face has regular features, some of the black hair covers his high forehead and is cut in a similar manner as Wolfram's only a little shorter. His quite full lips are usually pressed together in a content smile. As most men on Ekara, Faraya doesn't wear moustache either. Besides having a big-boned build, the man is built heavily, his body quite muscular. Faraya has big eyes whose dark penetrating look, while “pleasantly staying on Ekara”, Wolfram found disturbingly alluring.

Now a short recollection of events in WoftGE that have something to do with Faraya: In order to save people from a fire in Shin Makoku, Yuuri opened the gate which accidentally overlapped with the one opened on Ekara thus traveling to Ekara. Wolfram, following his husband, also summoned the gate. He, Kyota, Asami and Arachi (an elite guard) spent two months on Ekara while looking for Yuuri. After unfortunate series of events, Wolfram ended up in Faraya's harem. Using latosa drug, Faraya bedded Wolfram while Wolfram's drugged mind mistook Faraya for Yuuri. In the end, Wolfram and Amae (a concubine that Wolfram met in the harem) escaped the harem and after a few adventures left the planet. Faraya was defeated by Yuuri and was taken to Shin Makoku as a prisoner. Ashamed of his weakness and in fear of harming his marriage, Wolfram decided to keep silent about what had happened to him on Ekara. To the prince's relief and at the same time disturbance, by opening a gate, Faraya managed to escape from Shin Makoku while taking a willing Amae together with him. Yuuri overtook Ekara and currently is the ruler of both Ekara and Mearan (the world where Shin Makoku is). At present, there's no knowledge as to where Faraya or Amae is. Nobody has seen or heard about them for over ten years already.

 

 

Inexorable Flow

 

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

 

Part 4

 

Exhausted, Wolfram fell back on the grass, arching his back as he stretched the tension out of his muscles, then relaxing with a sigh. All of his joints were aching and he still was nauseated. It felt as if he were having an intense fit of flu. To soothe it, Wolfram rolled to his side to press his feverish forehead to the cool grass.

 

The horrendous noise of the battle was over, and the lake side was again calm. The birds and insects summoned their courage and began their peeping and chirruping. The blond raised his head to look at Yuuri. His husband was sitting on the grass with his knees drawn up and his gaze directed somewhere above the charred and muddy remains of the last attacker. He was doing some serious thinking.

 

Wolfram lowered his head back to the grass. “Did you get those bastards with the stones?”

 

Yuuri was startled out of his thoughts and turned around to give him a blank look. “Huh?”

 

“There were four people in the square who attacked me with Esoteric Stones,” Wolfram explained. “I left one lying on the pavement. None of them was able to wield the magic of the stones, though. They just expected to dampen my power with them.”

 

Yuuri thought for a moment, then shook his head. “After feeling you use my elements, I ran out of the bathroom, took a look around and saw the bags scattered and the tiles in the square broken. I didn't really pay attention to the gathering people, I just followed your trail immediately.”

 

Wolfram nodded. The time paradox while traveling between the worlds had come into play again, making Yuuri appear much later than when he had stepped into the gate. “Go look around. Maybe you'll find something. Be careful, though.”

 

Yuuri stood up. “And you?” he asked while dusting off his jeans.

 

“I'm too tired to move. I'll be fine.” Rolling to his back, Wolfram pointed at the fire dragon hovering above them. “It will keep them busy if they show up.”

 

Yuuri did not seem to be convinced. “It would be better if you went with me.”

 

Wolfram shifted on the grass, groaning. “Yuuri, one more stone and all they will need to do is just lift me off the ground and carry me away.”

 

Yuuri frowned. “Then I will take you to the Castle.”

 

With a nod, Wolfram gave in. It was a sensible suggestion after all. There were plenty of Humans and half-bloods living next to Mazoku in and around the castle. Those people would be able to deal with the attackers.

 

Wolfram sat up. He took Yuuri's hand then was pulled to his feet.

 

“What about that?” Yuuri pointed at the dragon above them.

 

“It will follow my trail. I'll instruct the guards not to touch it - it might be useful in case anyone really tries to attack the Castle.”

 

Yuuri nodded and the two of them disappeared in a swirl of water.

 

“Instruct the guards and lay down to rest,” Yuuri told Wolfram when they reappeared in their chambers. “I'll be back soon,” he said before disappearing in a column of water again.

 

Wolfram walked over and opened the door to the hallway. There was no one behind it, of course. There were few valuable things in their chambers, but any thief would be caught immediately, so there was no need to guard the chambers while they were absent. After walking down the corridor a short distance, he saw a guard at the stairs that lead to the floor below. The guard drew up and saluted him as soon as he saw the prince.

 

“Your Highness!”

 

With a heavy exhalation, Wolfram leaned his weighty body on the rails. “At ease. Half an hour or so from now a Fire Dragon should reach the Castle. Don't touch it. Just let it hover. Inform your superiors.”

 

“Yes, sir!” the guard drew up and saluted again, then bowed and ran downstairs.

 

Wolfram went back into the Royal Chambers, kicked his trainers off and sprawled on the bed. He managed to rest calmly for five whole minutes before Gwendal and Gunter burst into the room. Wolfram turned on his side, propping his head on his bent arm and hand to look at the men.

 

“Hello.”

 

Taking in his brother's pale visage and not liking that ghostly color at all, Gwendal answered the greeting. In a few strides he was at the side of the bed. He stopped, looking down expectantly.

 

“Well?”

 

Wolfram grinned up at him. “Not “well?” but “Would you, please, give the details of the current situation, Your Highness?”

 

Gwendal's eyes narrowed. “I have no time for that, Your Highness,” he stressed the title, snorting. “Marrying the King did not change your blood, little brother.”

 

Gunter patted Gwendal on his arm to calm him down. As usual, the general could not understand a simple joke. Not that Wolfram had ever joked like that with Gwendal before. A little worried, Gunter swept his eyes over the younger prince.

 

Laughing at Gwendal's sullen expression, Wolfram rolled over on his back.

 

“What is that Flame Dragon doing above the castle?” Gwendal demanded.

 

“It's already here?' Wolfram asked, surprised. “Hmm… That was fast.”

 

Frowning, Gwendal stared at the blond, then leaned down to press his palm to Wolfram's forehead. “You are feverish,” he said, removing his hand. “What happened?”

 

Wolfram closed his eyes, yawning. “I was attacked on Earth. There were five element wielders and four humans that had Esoteric Stones. I opened the gate to Shin Makoku, but all of the wielders followed me. Anyway, they are dead, and Yuuri went back to Earth to look for those humans with the stones.”

 

“Any threat to Shin Makoku?” Gwendal asked.

 

Wolfram shrugged. “We don't know yet.”

 

Gwendal nodded. “So that's why you have the dragon here.” He turned to Gunter. “Instruct someone to call Gisela; he doesn't seem his usual self. I will order the guards to standby.”

 

Gunter nodded, “Right away.” His lavender hair flying in the air, Gunter turned around and hurried out of the room.

 

Gwendal watched his brother who seemed to be sinking into slumber. Esoteric Stones had various effects on Mazoku. Wolfram was one of the most powerful wielders in the whole of Mearan but that came with a heavy price - any contact with Esoteric Stones left Wolfram dizzy and hardly able to fight back. Gwendal wondered how it really had gone today, but that was going to have to wait until his brother slept the effects off. Talking to a half-sensible Wolfram was of no use.

 

XXXXX

 

Yuuri's head turned from side to the side as soon as he stepped out of the portal. He was relieved to see Wolfram sprawled on their bed. Traces of emerald were seen from the blond's half-lidded eyes which were watching Yuuri. The blond was dressed in light sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. He was lying on the bed, on top of the covers with a pillow taken out from under them. It was pleasantly warm in the room.

 

“Well, found anything?” Wolfram asked after his husband had come closer.

 

Yuuri shook his head. “But here,” he lifted the bags for Wolfram to get a better view. “Everything's untouched.” He grinned.

 

Shifting on the bed lazily, Wolfram chuckled. “Pervert. Only care about your handcuffs, don't you?”

 

Yuuri plopped down next to him. The king-sized bed bounced, then dipped under the king's weight. “Well, want to have a snack?” Yuuri asked, pulling a wrapped up hamburger from one of the bags.

 

Wolfram laughed, shrugging. “Sure.” He sat up, then held his hand out to take the hamburger from Yuuri.

 

Yuuri watched the blond unwrapping the hamburger. The king raised his hand to affectionately ruffle the rich blond hair. “Are you okay, babe?”

 

Wolfram nodded, chuckling softly at the name. “Yeah, I had a good nap. I'm still somewhat out of it, but it's much better.” He lifted his hamburger. “See - I'm eating.”

 

Yuuri nodded. “Sorry for taking so long, but I had to inform Shori about the trouble,” he said, pulling his hand out of the blond locks. “By the way, he did not know anything. Any idea who they were?” he asked. Wolfram held his hamburger out for him, and Yuuri leaned down to take a bite of it.

 

Wolfram brushed over the cover with his hand to get the crumbs off it, then shifted closer to the edge of the bed, not to get more crumbs on it. He let his legs dangle off the bed. “Four of them used the fire element to open the gates,” he said.

 

Yuuri stopped chewing for a second. “You think Faraya might have something to do with this?”

 

Wolfram took a bite of his hamburger, then shrugged. “Who knows?” he mouthed. “This could also be a set up for us to think it was him. Someone from Shin Makoku could have done it,” he muttered darkly. “Their hair was black but it was probably dyed. They didn't have the dark eyes of the locals either but that might have been lenses. I didn't fight any of them in hand-to-hand combat, so I can't say anything about their physical strength.”

 

Wolfram looked at his husband, “Yuuri, I was the target. They said nothing but it was obvious that they had been ordered to capture me alive. I wonder what the motive was.”

 

Yuuri stared at the floor between his legs for a few seconds, then continued chewing. He swallowed. “There are not many people who can open the gates…and four of them were using fire element.”

 

Wolfram held his hamburger out for Yuuri again, but his husband pushed it away and reached into the bag to take out his.

 

“As I said, it could only be to fool us,” Wolfram said. He watched Yuuri unwrapping his hamburger. “Send some of our people over to Svelera to investigate suspicious people buying Esoteric Stones.”

 

Yuuri nodded. “But I doubt we'll get anything from that - everyone who buys them is suspicious.”

 

“That's why I've been telling you to look into their mining and the market for them in the damn county.”

 

Yuuri did not answer. Wolfram was right, of course. “We will have to take precautions,” Yuuri said to him. “Your escort will be doubled. Do not leave the castle without notifying me or Gwendal first.”

 

Wolfram nodded absentmindedly. “So the holidays are over, huh?” he muttered.

 

The prince finished his hamburger, then licked the crumbs off his fingers. He flopped back onto the bed. Staring at the ceiling for some time, he could feel his eyelids were gradually becoming heavier and heavier.

 

“Rest now,” Yuuri said after seeing that his husband was fading. “Do you want me to wake you up for dinner?”

 

Wolfram turned over onto his left side and snuggled into the pillow. “Can you get me some water?”

 

“Sure.” Yuuri stood up from the bed and moved to the door where one of the stationed guards took his order.

 

“Did Gisela examine you?” Yuuri asked, after coming back to the bed.

 

Wolfram nodded. “Yeah. She said it should pass in a few days.” He sighed. “I think I did or said something weird to Gwendal.”

 

Interested, Yuuri sat down on the bed again. “What makes you think so?”

 

“He's requested me to hand him a written report about what happened.”

 

“Huh? But you always do that anyway.”

 

Wolfram shook his head, chuckling. “No, it was the way he requested it. He was extremely polite. He almost scared me.”

 

Yuuri waited for more of an explanation, but got none, and Wolfram was close to dozing off again. He shrugged. “So what about the dinner?”

 

Wolfram yawned, then opened his eyes to look at him. “I'll pass.”

 

“Alright, I'll tell the others.”

 

XXXXX

 

“Your Highness, Sir Rivu is asking for an audience.”

 

Not raising his head from the letter he was writing, Wolfram nodded. “Let him in.”

 

“Hey, how are you?”

 

From the desk where he was sitting, Wolfram turned around to look at Asami, who had just entered the chamber. He put his pen down.

 

“Hello.” Wolfram slid out of the chair. “Yuuri said nothing about you visiting,” he said while approaching Asami.

 

“Well, I heard about the attack and wanted to make sure you were okay. Besides,” Asami grinned. “I wanted to go fishing. Yuuri has a visit from someone important and he told me to go pester you about it; he said he would join us after he was done with his guest. It seems he thinks that you also need to rest…”

 

“Ah. He worries needlessly,” Wolfram chuckled. Asami sometimes came over for relaxing. Because of the time paradox he was able to save up some time on Earth. “I'm fine. It has already been a week and I feel absolutely fine.” He shrugged. “Well, we could go now and be back for dinner.”

 

Asami nodded. “Sounds fine. Or are you also busy?”

 

Wolfram smiled. He was always busy, just like Yuuri. But the day outside was bright and warm, and if Yuuri was giving him an opportunity to escape his work for a few hours, he was going to use it to the full extent. “I'll just finish the letter.”

 

Fifteen minutes later Wolfram and Asami were ready, out in the court yard, sitting on horses surrounded by fifteen guards. Baffled, Asami turned his head from one side to the other to take the guards in.

 

“Are we going on maneuvers or something?” he drawled.

 

“We know nothing for sure, but my escort has been doubled after the attempt and you also get five guards of your own,” Wolfram explained.

 

Slowly, Asami turned his head to look at Wolfram. The blond grinned at him. “Don't worry, we'll have a great time.”

 

This time Wolfram chose a different lake to go to. It was farther from the one where he and Yuuri had fought the unknown element wielders, but the prince considered it safer for the time being. It took about forty minutes to get there, and by that time Wolfram and Asami already were uncertain that had been a good idea to travel under the hot sun. It was late afternoon, but the air was still heated, making their shirts stick to their bodies.

 

The guards laid out a blanket under a tree near the water as soon as Asami and Wolfram climbed off their horses. The first thing they did was to shed their clothes and get into the water. About fifteen minutes of splashing and swimming around they returned to the shore. Flopping onto the blanket near the food that had been arranged by the guards while the two were swimming, they had a snack, then lay down for a few minutes.

 

Sighing blissfully, Asami opened his eyes a few minutes later. They widened a little at the stares of the guards. Even though the stares weren't directed at him, most of the guards turned away, some of their faces pinkish. Asami took a look at the oblivious beauty dozing next to him, then sat up. He leaned against the tree and looked around.

 

It was no wonder Yuuri was thinking all kinds of things. Wolfram had always been haunted by those stares everywhere he went. They only became more intense after Wolfram had reached manhood. And it was no wonder, those gazes. Asami cast his eyes over Wolfram's body, nude except for the small black undergarment, tied at his sides. The brightly shining and slightly curling blond hair, the pale rose lips, the crescents of dark eyelashes, thin fair eyebrows covered by several loose curls, clean regular features and a strong, toned athletic body; Wolfram was all that and more. The blond looked as if he had just floated down out of some magazine cover.

 

“Wolfram…”

 

Lazing in the dappled light and not willing to open his eyes yet, Wolfram shifted on the cover. “Hnn?” he hummed, bending his right leg and drawing it slightly up.

 

Asami felt his face catch flame. Really, Yuuri was…

 

Not hearing the awaited answer, Wolfram turned to look at the other. Confused, he blinked at Asami's reddish face. The man was staring somewhere at the lower part of his body. Asami cleared his throat and turned away, still covered in a light sheen of red.

 

“Huh?” Puzzled, Wolfram rose up on his elbows and took a good look at himself. “Ah,” he said, his cheeks also turning pinkish. He lowered his leg to hide a row of hickeys on his inner thigh. Usually Yuuri made sure not to leave them in easily visible places but… It was strange that Asami had not noticed them earlier.

 

“So you really feel fine?” Asami asked softly.

 

Asami chose to speak not in Shin Makoku's dialect, and, little confused, Wolfram nodded. “Yes, I'm okay,” he confirmed.

 

“Hmm…” Asami drawled, turning his head to look at Wolfram. “I see things with Yuuri are also fine?”

 

“Asami?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You really didn't come for fishing, did you? Yuuri asked you to talk to me, didn't he?”

 

Asami scratched the back of his head. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I didn't think I was that transparent,” Asami added then. “He is…”

 

“I know what he is,” Wolfram nodded. He sat up and leaned back on his palms. “He thinks that I'm cheating on him.”

 

Asami's eyes widened in shock. So Wolfram knew. And was bold enough to admit it to him. But why not to Yuuri, then? Why was he torturing Yuuri?!

 

Wolfram shifted over and leaned his back against the tree next to Asami. “He's easy to read. He's been so jealous recently… Trying to follow my every step… Ruthless in bed. I did not know he could be like that. It's a little worrisome for he is on the verge of turning violent.”

 

“Then why the hell don't you talk to him?!” Asami bristled. “He has started imagining all kinds of idiotic things!”

 

Wolfram turned his head away to look at the calm lake. “Maybe they aren't that idiotic.”

 

Flabbergasted, Asami stared at him.

 

Wolfram turned back to look at Asami and sighed at his facial expression. “No, I'm not cheating on him.” He shifted uncomfortably, not sure why he was talking about this with Asami at all. “It's a different matter that I don't want to talk about.”

 

Asami stared at the blond. “Oh.” He smiled then. “Your Highness doesn't want to talk about it? Is it unpleasant to His Highness? And what the fuck about Yuuri?!” he hissed, his smile turning lethal. “Asshole, do you know how unpleasant it is for him?! He loves you and he's going crazy! You are tearing him apart!”

 

“Don't shout at me; the guards are getting nervous,” Wolfram sighed, motioning for his suite to stand back. “Ahh… I'm glad you are worried about him,” he said while ruffling through his blond hair as if to distract himself. “Thank you for that but...” he fell silent. “Just don't interfere.”

 

From the guards that were watching them with uneasy tension, Asami's eyes came back to the blond. “What the hell is this about? Why can't you two just sit down and talk normally?”

 

“It won't go that way.” The prince raised his hand as Asami's mouth opened again. “Don't tell him a word about this conversation.”

 

“I'm not going to lie to him!”

 

“Nobody is asking you to and there is nothing to lie about,” Wolfram pointed out calmly.

 

Asami said nothing, but his gaze turned cold. “I don't understand what you are doing. Your marriage is in danger, and you are talking shit.”

 

“Let's just drop this for now.”

 

Asami snorted at the answer. Wolfram was really a bitch to deal with - Yuuri had not been exaggerating at all. Feeling down and insulted, Asami stared at the lake for a few minutes, then decided to just go look for a good spot to fish and to think it all over. Meanwhile Wolfram got a book out of his saddlebag and stayed under the tree reading. Although an hour later, when he saw Yuuri and his suite entering the valley, he was still on the same page.

 

Yuuri greeted the guards with several quick nods and went directly to Wolfram, who was lying in the shade on his stomach, trying to read. He raised his head Yuuri's footsteps neared him.

 

“Hey,” Yuuri greeted his husband, sitting down. Reaching out, he cupped Wolfram's head and leaned in to kiss him. Wolfram answered the short kiss, then shifted and turned over onto his back to get out of the uncomfortable position Yuuri had him in.

 

“Want to eat something?”

 

Yuuri shook his head. “Later. I had a snack before coming here. Where are the rest of the guards?” he asked.

 

“I sent two of them to hunt.”

 

Yuuri frowned but said nothing. “You should dress in your shirt,” he said instead, picking up the blond's white shirt that was lying next to him. He tossed the shirt onto Wolfram. “Your skin burns too easily. You are near water, and shade is deceiving.”

 

Wolfram pushed the shirt off his chest and sat up. “Yes, mom,” he said, taking the shirt and roughly pulling it on.

 

“You'll thank me later,” Yuuri chuckled, throwing his arm over Wolfram's shoulders and seating him between his outstretched legs. He tugged his husband close to his body, making him lean against his chest then wrapping his arms around the blond's waist. Observing the water's calm surface, he ruffled the blond hair, then put his chin on top of his husband's head. With a sigh, Wolfram relaxed and closed his eyes. After several minutes of calmly sitting and simply savoring each other's closeness, Wolfram squirmed.

 

“Go for a swim, the water's really nice.”

 

“Hmm?” Yuuri purred, nuzzling the blond's neck. He found himself too lazy and unwilling to move. “Will you join me?” he asked Wolfram.

 

“Sure.”

 

“Where's Asami?”

 

Wolfram pointed at a spot farther on. “There.”

 

Yuuri followed the blond's finger to some bushes where a dangling hat was seen. There were five guards around and in the bushes. He chuckled. “Let's hope he'll catch something.”

 

Wolfram lowered his arm. He said nothing to that. He freed himself from Yuuri's embrace and stood up. “Let's go for a swim.”

 

After swimming and splashing about for half an hour, the two of them came back to the shore. They flopped onto the blanket to dry and have a snack. After that, Yuuri stretched out and sighed blissfully. This was heaven. He turned to watch Wolfram putting his shirt on his already dry body.

 

“Come here,” Yuuri reached out when the blond was done.

 

“So how did it go with the Count?” Wolfram asked, shifting closer to Yuuri who sat up, then pulled him over and seated him between his legs again, leaning his head on the blond's shoulder.

 

“Hmm… It went fine. We finally agreed on a sum.”

 

“How much?”

 

“Five hundred thousand for every ship. They are going to order at least ten of them. I'm going to talk to our shipwrights. I think it won't be difficult to make them stop ignoring the country.” He sighed. “Hell, those old disagreements and spats between countries are so ridiculous!”

 

Wolfram nodded. He leaned his head back on Yuuri's right shoulder and looked at the leaves of the tree above them. He found Yuuri's folded hands around his waist and gave them a light squeeze.

 

“Yuuri?”

 

“Mm?”

 

Wolfram stared at the lazily rustling leaves for a few seconds then shook his head. “No, nothing.” He turned around in Yuuri's embrace to look at him. “I am just glad you came.”

 

Yuuri watched him silently then leaned in to give him a light peck on the lips. “You know…” he muttered against them. “I want to throw you on your back and rip that shirt of yours off.”

 

Wolfram's eyebrows rose. “And then?”

 

Yuuri grinned at the playfulness in the blond's voice. “And then I'll fuck you senseless.”

 

Wolfram chuckled. “Sure, I'll let you do that as soon as we are back in the Castle.”

 

“Aww…you are so easy.”

 

“Complaining?”

 

“Dear god, no!” Yuuri laughed, leaning in to kiss his husband again.

 

“Are you done flirting with each other? Are you two idiots aware that there are at least ten people staring at you right now?”

 

Yuuri and Wolfram turned their heads to look at Asami who was standing right next to the blanket. He was holding a bucket filled with water. He put his fishing rod onto the grass, then lowered the bucket to the ground where four average fish could be seen swimming in it.

 

Asami raised his head to look at the pair again. Yuuri used to be quite shy with expressing his affections. He could hardly believe that Yuuri was the same man who used to go pale at the very thought of Wolfram touching him. At least he heard Shori say that.

 

“Not very many,” Wolfram commented, after taking a look at the bucket.

 

Asami snorted. He dropped down next to them and reached out for the food. “My cat will be happy, though.”

 

“Your Murkis can hardly squeeze through the door into the kitchen. You are torturing the poor animal,” Yuuri said.

 

“I am not!” Asami protested. “He meows and demands more food if I don't give him enough.”

 

“You should bring him to Shin Makoku,” Yuuri said. “A month on a farm, getting only a sprinkle of milk and the hard work of trying to catch mice would whip him back into shape.”

 

Wolfram sighed. “Listen, there is nothing else to expect from the poor animal after removing his dick. Eating is his last remaining pleasure.”

 

“It was not removed! He just had a procedure when his…”

 

Wolfram's eyebrows rose at Asami meaningfully. “So... he still can't fuck. And your point is?”

 

Agitated, Asami looked at Yuuri for help, who just shrugged and gave him a bright grin as if telling his friend that he was not even thinking about interfering. Wolfram was never modest with his comments or language concerning topics like this. Another thing Asami noticed was that Yuuri held his tongue in check near Wolfram.

 

After more than an hour of lounging about and idle conversation, the sun started setting and the guards were ordered to start packing. Soon the group headed back for the Castle.

 

XXXXX

 

“Why is that when I am with you two I end up drinking?” Asami wondered while swirling the wine in his glass idly. Another thing that bothered him was that Wolfram had never been much of a drinker before.

 

Asami shifted in his chair then looked at the pair sitting in front of him on the large sofa with its decorated draping and loose pillows. Yuuri and Wolfram looked at each other and shrugged, but Asami could see a particularly mischievous smile appear on the blond's face. Ah, the bastard really had something to comment on. It was better to not hear it.

 

“So... how is it going with Renata?” Yuuri sounded truly interested.

 

“Ah, we are good,” Asami nodded contentedly. “But this weekend she went to see her grandparents, so I stayed behind. Well, yeah,” he scratched his head sheepishly. “I think it's still too early for her to introduce me to them.”

 

“Yeah, probably,” Yuuri agreed. “It's only been a few weeks that you two have known each other.”

 

Asami sighed. That was true, but why, then did he feel so disappointed? Asami suddenly was conscious of intent emerald eyes studying him. Frowning, he took a sip from his glass. No matter what Yuuri said, between the two of them, Wolfram was more adept in reading emotions.

 

Asami put the glass onto the table, then excused himself for the bathroom. When he came back he found that the atmosphere in the room had warmed up a notch or two while he was absent. The two hardly noticed him when he took his place in front of them again. Yuuri was in the middle of telling Wolfram about a time when he was on one of his school trips. Asami doubted that Wolfram's attention was on the story, though. The blond was just staring at Yuuri with a hooded look in his eyes. Asami thought that it was about time to head for his room. He stood up.

 

“Ok, see you in the morning. Thanks for the company.”

 

“Huh?” Yuuri gave him a blank look. “Leaving already? But we just started.”

 

Asami looked at Wolfram, who also gave him a confused look. “Alright,” Asami shrugged, sitting back down into his chair. The two idiots probably weren't even aware that seconds ago they had been living in a world only for the two of them.

 

Half an hour later found the three of them laughing their heads off.

 

“I promise you!” Asami nodded trying to stifle his laughter. “Yuuri and I had to get back into the camp while covering our goods only with a few branches!”

 

“Yeah, I still can't figure out who filched our clothes,” Yuuri laughed. “Hell, it wasn't funny at all then.”

 

“Uh-huh!” Asami nodded enthusiastically. “We were so afraid meeting someone on our way that we stuck around in the bushes near the lake until it got dark! The mosquitoes were damn vicious that summer.”

 

“That's nothing,” Wolfram waved their story off. “You should've seen how the Castle looked after Anissina invented The Machine for Sewing Clothes. Needless to say there was some glitch.” He covered his mouth, but burst out laughing anyway. “There were about a hundred naked people running all around the castle.” He took a gulp of his wine, then continued, “Hell, one moment I was calmly standing in the hallway, then that freak of a device appears before me and the next thing I know is I'm naked!”

 

“Hahahaha!” Yuuri roared. “I wish I could've seen all of that!”

 

“Hilarious!” Asami shrieked with laughter.

 

“Well, at least it exploded nicely,” Wolfram said with pride.

 

Yuuri burst out laughing again.

 

“You know, she wanted to have me punished for destroying that piece of crap,” Wolfram remarked. “Something about one day without going outside or something, but Gwendal said, that in that case, he would give me permission to set her laboratory on fire. Ah, sometimes I really love my older brother,” Wolfram said dreamily.

 

Yuuri grinned at him drunkenly. In the back of his mind his conversation about promising to get the shirt off Wolfram and then fuck him senseless drifted up. This seemed to be a quite nice opportunity.

 

Asami cleared his throat and stood up. Yuuri's lips retreated from the blond's and his hooded eyes set on Asami. “Oh. Asami. You're still here?” he asked, confused.

 

Asami chuckled. “It seems so. You always seem to forget the audience when Wolfram is around.”

 

“Hm?” Yuuri blinked. “Really?”

 

“I don't mind. I like being watched,” Wolfram purred.

 

Asami stared at him wide-eyed. Wolfram grinned mischievously. The tip of the prince's tongue slid over his upper lip seductively. Then his attention went to Yuuri again.

 

“So where did we stop?”

 

“Hmm…” Yuuri drawled. “I suppose somewhere here,” he said before leaning in. Lips met and joined, watery smacking sounds filling the scenery. Asami frowned at them. Seriously, this was too much.

 

“So, who will be the bitch?” Wolfram asked.

 

Asami choked on his saliva. Coughing violently, his eyes watering, he threw a glance at Wolfram in disbelief.

 

“C'mon,” Yuuri pouted, “you did me the previous time.”

 

“But two times before it was me who…”

 

“Would you mind?!” Asami coughed out.

 

Wolfram looked at the glass of wine in Asami's hand. “No, go ahead.”

 

“Wolfram, it's not fair!” Yuuri whined with a drunken conviction.

 

Asami put down his glass and started walking to the door. There was no way he was going to ever drink with them again. He opened the door.

 

“Rock, paper, scissors!”

 

“Ah, goddamit!”

 

Slowly turning around from the doorway, Asami blinked. It was really that what he thought it was. Yuuri was holding paper, and Wolfram scissors.

 

Wolfram smirked at Yuuri.

 

Asami stared at them. The two must be getting senile. Asami shook his head and closed the door behind him. Unreal...the two were married and were still getting more sex than he ever did! Life was just not fair! Slapping himself on the forehead for the stupid thoughts, Asami turned toward the guest rooms.

 

“I think we overdid it,” Yuuri said as soon as the door closed. He fell back onto the sofa, grinning and folding his hands behind his head. “But that was fun.”

 

“Yeah, his face!” Wolfram laughed drunkenly.

 

Yuuri grinned at him. He reached out for the blond's waist and tugged, making Wolfram fall on his back next to him, the sofa's decorative sheeting slipping down to puddle on the seat. “I think we need to move it to our bedroom,” he said before leaning in to kiss the blond. A sloppy kiss issued, and Yuuri forgot about moving somewhere else.

 

His lips moving against the blond's, Yuuri's fingers started fumbling with the buttons of Wolfram's shirt. His patience with the disobedient things wearing thin, Yuuri started tugging at them.

 

“You'll tear it!” Wolfram protested, pushing Yuuri's hands away.

 

“I'll give you a new one,” Yuuri offered while eagerly watching his husband fighting with the buttons.

 

“You are drunk.”

 

“You are not that sober either,” Yuuri pointed out.

 

The shirt finally parted, and Yuuri's palms slid over Wolfram's bare stomach then up and over the ribcage, caressing the pale skin. Wolfram purred, arching into the touch. His eyes fell shut as his husband's lips pressed to his skin and started trailing up until they reached his right nipple.

 

“Ohh.”

 

Yuuri's mouth toyed with the nub for a few seconds, then moved up until it reached the blond's shoulders. Nipping lightly on the fair skin, he stroked the blond's side, then pushed his hand into Wolfram's trousers. That rewarded him with another moan spilling past the blond's lips. Fondling the growing hardness he found there, Yuuri's teeth grazed the collarbone before him, then, latching on, he sucked on the warm skin.

 

“You are going to leave marks again.”

 

The complaint was uttered in a breathless voice which had a completely opposite effect on Yuuri than intended. Wanting to hear more of that voice, the dark-haired male gave a firm squeeze to the contents of the blond's trousers.

 

“Uhmm… The ones you left earlier,” Wolfram gasped out. “They embarrassed Asami.”

 

Yuuri sucked even harder, this time to be sure to leave a mark. Pulling his hand out of the blond's trousers, he raised his head. “Idiot. Don't talk about other men while we are having sex!”

 

Wolfram laughed at him and lifted his arms up to wrap them around Yuuri's neck. He grinned up at Yuuri. “I like it when you are jealous.”

 

Yuuri snorted at his drunken husband and started unbuttoning the blond's trousers. Wolfram had a brain of a chicken when drunk. Although Yuuri was sure that right now he was not faring any better.

 

“Sure you do,” Yuuri muttered before claiming the insolent mouth with his to shut it up.

 

Between the kisses and caresses, Yuuri got their trousers off and the two of them meshed into a feverish mass of limbs. It was going to be short and quick today, both of them being drunk and already at their limit.

 

Wolfram grunted as he felt Yuuri pressing on his side, indicating that he wanted Wolfram to turn over on his stomach. Rolling him over, Yuuri pressed himself to the naked body underneath his. Rubbing himself against the blond's crease, Yuuri's teeth grazed the shoulder blades in front of his face. Wanting it as soon as possible, he pushed his hand under the blond's stomach to make him lift his hips.

 

There was something about Wolfram and this position. He obviously liked the pose very much, but from time to time something gave Yuuri the feeling that Wolfram occasionally wanted reassurance that it was really him. Hearing his voice whispering various things usually helped. Yuuri had no idea when or why this trait had developed, but it appeared some time ago, and although it was very easy to deal with, it still was somewhat disturbing.

 

Yuuri's body rose off the blond's a little as he reached into the drawer in the table at the end of the sofa. He opened it, and his fingers started fumbling inside of it blindly. There must be a tube of lube somewhere, he was sure of that.

 

“Yuuri,” Wolfram moaned, raising his ass to rub against Yuuri's hard front.

 

Licking his lips in desperation, Yuuri turned to look at him. “Wait, can't find the damn thing.” He startled as something cold touched his wrist and there were two quick metallic clicks. “Huh?” Confused, Yuuri turned back to look at the drawer. He blinked at his hand in drunken disbelief. His wrist was cuffed to the handle of the drawer. He tugged at it, pulling the drawer open as he pulled back on his hand. How the hell had that happened?

 

“Yuuri, it seems you forgot whose turn it is now…” Wolfram purred while rolling out from under his husband, to stand next to the sofa. “I won fair and square.”

 

Yuuri turned to the blond, giving him an incredulous look. “I can just pull the drawer out,” he said.

 

Wolfram's lusty smile turned dangerous, daring him do that, and Yuuri wondered how Wolfram managed to be intimidating while naked, aroused and drunk out of his head. Yuuri let his arm droop. To tell the truth, he was quite excited at the new turn of events. “Alright,” he puffed out relaxing. “I won't. But it's uncomfortable like this; my arm is cramping.”

 

The small end table was quite light and soon Wolfram had it pulled away from the wall. Now Yuuri was lying slantwise on the sofa. He blinked at the carpet while feeling Wolfram's slippery fingers groping around his anus. So much for foreplay… Yuuri's mouth fell open when they pressed forward. After a few in and out motions that left him panting and craving more, Yuuri felt hands digging into his sides and waist.

 

Wolfram forced Yuuri's legs wider and pressed himself forward, slipping into the tight heat. Yuuri let out a shuddery breath. A few seconds later he raised his hips higher to get them into a more comfortable position. It took only a few thrusts and the two of them were huffing and grunting, lost in pleasure, moving together fervently, flesh slapping against flesh.

 

The intensity of lust was growing rapidly and soon Yuuri felt that it did not have enough space in his lower body. He was close to his climax, his body burning, backside rising higher to get everything that Wolfram's thrusts had to offer. He gasped in shock as Wolfram's teeth clamped down on his shoulder dangerously, nearly breaking the skin. Wolfram's low possessive growl reached his ears, then the blond's palm pressed onto his upper back and shoved him down into the sofa pillows, holding him there forcefully. His other hand dove into Yuuri's hair to grip and pull at it roughly to state his dominance. Yuuri groaned at the feel of Wolfram's teeth on his skin again. His fingers gripped at the loose sheeting, toes curling. Through the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears, he could hear Wolfram's grunts and the unceasing clinking of the handcuffs against the drawer. It took only a few fierce thrusts and Yuuri came. Wolfram pulled out of him and after a few mindless jerks on his shaft, followed Yuuri seconds later, releasing on his husband's back.

 

Panting, the blond sagged onto Yuuri. Sated and exhausted, Wolfram rolled off his husband. “G'night,” he mumbled.

 

“Mmmhmghm,” Yuuri burbled in response.

 

The blond shifted lazily while looking around for covers, but just made a mess on the sofa, and ended up entangled in the decorated sheet that they had dislodged earlier. Trying to get free, he struggled sluggishly, then his thoughts faded as sleep took over his body and the kittenish movements ceased. Scant seconds later he fell asleep like that, wrapped in the covers as if in a tight cocoon.

 

Yuuri's sleepy eyes blinked at the blond head next to him. A fleeting thought that he had to do something about that drawer cuffed to his wrist passed through Yuuri's mind but it melted away before he could think about what to do, and he followed his husband into sleep.

 

TBC