Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 6 ( Chapter 6 )

 

Sheinah: Well, yes, I had that crazy idea about Wolfram having to prolong the von Bielefelds. Don't ask me how I came up with this for I have no idea. I'm glad you liked it. This kind of plot is not something that can be generally liked. It's a big deviation from usual KKM settings.

Yuuri and Wolfram will have to deal with this somehow. The solution will come in this chapter, but it will be hard.

Ah. I'm glad you liked the handcuffs ^_^

 

Xnamikazex: Mmm…while writing trilogies (I have also written a trilogy for DBZ fandom) I don't follow the consistency of the first fic. The characters and events that happened in the previous story are transferred into the “sequel”, but the settings and themes are different (usually I just write a story until I exhaust the topic, so writing a sequel just for writing would be extremely boring). Let's say WotP was a quite light story of two teens (after a long trepidation) finally getting together. WoftGE was an angsty but lusty fairytale for grown-ups - another world, a faithful husband's search for his missing lover, many sexual innuendos, harem's motive, the fateful meeting and happy ending. IF is about “serious” world, the simple and instinctual and at the same time difficult need for leaving offspring, a relationship and how much challenges it can bear. In IF we'll have rounding up of all three stories. In some sense, while showing Wolfram's son growing up and turning independent and strong will lead us back to WotP when Wolfram himself was only a teen. IF also includes the plot parts that WoftGE missed out (it was the first fic of mine that was not fully complete in that sense) - it will complete the circle of Faraya, Amae, Kyota and others. And then, of course, will be the end of the trilogy.

 

 

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: I'm not watching the sequel, so if some inconsistencies come up…well, they will just come up and let's leave it at that.

 

Inexorable Flow

 

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

 

Part 6

 

In the candlelight, Wolfram stared at the reflection of his swollen face in the mirror. It looked nasty and it was going to look even nastier tomorrow, in the daylight. His left eye, which had almost healed during the day, was black and swollen again, and he could hardly see through the slit that it had become. It also hurt like a bitch. Ah, getting punched by his husband twice in a row was rich. On the other hand, he had expected Yuuri to go berserk. A few slaps like these were nothing.

 

Wolfram raised his hand to cast a healing spell.

 

His and Yuuri's confrontation did not solve anything. Yuuri was in turmoil and not ready to discuss the matter calmly. After punching him and spilling out his frustration, his husband had wandered through their chambers aimlessly then abruptly left for the baths.

 

Wolfram lowered his hand from his face. The reflection in the mirror did not look any better. He stood up from the chair to go to the half-open window where a soft breeze felt soothing on his burning skin. He had not followed Yuuri to the baths. First, he was not so sure if his husband would welcome his company. Second, with a face like this, it was better to just sit tight. The guards were already tense and anxious, the talks and rumors in the castle not ceasing even for a second.

 

Wolfram stared down at the dark city. His fingers gripped the windowsill tighter. He could feel his hands shaking. He was afraid. He had expected this to happen and had been waiting for the unavoidable, but when it finally struck…he was not ready at all. He was so afraid he actually felt sick when he thought about Yuuri leaving him.

 

When the king came back from the baths, Wolfram was already in bed, on the verge of dozing off. He stirred at the sound of the door closing. His sleepy eyes watched his husband moving about in the half-light. Then the mattress on the other side sank.

 

“I want to talk with your father,” Yuuri said, after climbing into the bed. “Get him here.”

 

It was silent at first then a soft “alright” wafted from the other side of the bed. Yuuri turned to his side, facing away from Wolfram, extinguishing the candles. It was full-moon, the light seeping past the heavy curtains, filling the bedroom. It was silent... too silent, the silence stretching and turning into an unpleasant squeak. It was obnoxious, but neither knew how to break it without bringing the subject up. This distance between them… Even if they were still sharing the same bed…this was just nerve-wracking.

 

Yuuri was not sure what he wanted to get from the conversation with Wolfram's father. Wolfram and his father weren't close. There was some unspoken hostility between the two, father and son meeting only when it was necessary. Wolfram hardly ever spoke about his father, and when he did, it felt as if he were speaking about some stranger, someone he did not like. Gwendal was the one to take a father's figure in Wolfram's mind. Wolfram respected and loved him. Gwendal apparently forever thought of Wolfram as his cute little brother and always felt responsible for him. It seemed that Wolfram would never outgrow this status in Gwendal's eyes.

 

Yuuri didn't know how it had turned out like this and whether the faulty relationship between father and son was Cecilie's or Wolfram's father's fault, but things were how they were. Nonetheless, Wolfram was the only von Bielefeld heir, the only one capable of leaving others after himself and that mattered a great deal.

 

Yuuri wondered about this being some punishment of Fate for saying that Wolfram wouldn't know what to do with a woman. Was this a cruel joke? His words had been tossed right back in his face. Wolfram had never had any sexual contact with women and had never seemed interested in having one. What if…what if suddenly he decided that he liked it? What if he decided that he liked it better than..? This was a ridiculous thought. Wolfram was gay, right? But the worry was there, somewhere deep inside him.

 

Angry with himself, Yuuri turned on his back to stare at the ceiling. Why was he even thinking like this?! As if he already had consented to… Never. Such a…

 

XXXXX

 

Yuuri was sitting his study, working. He was reading a report of the recent attack on one of the villages in the west of Shin Makoku. A group of raiders had been terrorizing the villages in that territory for quite some time already. A week ago he had sent a squad to deal with them, but it seemed that there were no tangible results yet. The robbers knew about the danger and were sticking close to the woods. It was going to take some time to eliminate them.

 

Yuuri sighed and turned to look out the window. Any other time he would be irritated about the inability to deal with the robbers, but his mind was not on that. The entire previous week and - each new day was spent the same - in indecision. After talking to Wolfram's father, Yuuri did not find the solution he had been looking for. There was no quick remedy that he had wished for so much. Lord von Bielefeld said that he had only reminded his son of the duty to his house. Wolfram had consented to that and then was presented with the list of suitable women. Another thing was that Lord von Bielefeld did not understand the problem in his son having an Entrusted Lady. He had obviously been warned by Wolfram about the situation, but while talking with his father-in-law, Yuuri could feel hostility wafting from him. It was as if Lord von Bielefeld was waiting for an explanation from Yuuri as to why Yuuri was interfering with the von Bielefelds' affairs, making his husband tarry with looking for an appropriate woman. Yuuri was in no mood for explaining it all to the man who did not realize that the matter was serious. It was the first time the difference in cultures was so irritating.

 

Yuuri lowered his head, bringing his attention back to the report. Then it rose from the document again. Had he imagined someone calling him? He stared at the door of his study then observed the two elite guards next to the door who seemed unconcerned and lowered his head back to the document. A sound of quickly tapping feet made him frown at the paper.

 

“Yuuri!”

 

The king almost toppled over in his chair as Murata burst into his study like a storm. With shaky hands Yuuri lowered the document back to the desk and smoothed it out. He had almost torn it in two in his startle. His gaze rose to Murata and the alarmed guards. Yuuri quickly stood up as Murata's expression was filled with worry. Something bad had happened.

 

“Yuuri, it's Wolfram. He's hurt. He was sparring with his men and…”

 

Yuuri was already on his way before Murata could finish the sentence. “Where is he?” Yuuri demanded, pushing through the door and breaking into a run.

 

“With Gisela,” Murata answered, scuttling after Yuuri, trying to catch up with him and his bodyguards who were following him.

 

“Is it serious?” Yuuri questioned, throwing the question over his shoulder.

 

“It looks really bad,” Murata panted out, barely keeping up with the king. “But we need to wait for Gisela to examine him.”

 

The group reached the main doors. The alarmed men guarding the doors opened them for the king, who rushed quickly past them. The medical area was in a building situated a little distance from the castle. Gisela demanded peace and quiet for her patients. There were about twenty people working there. Eight of them were healers and apprentices. That many caretakers were not really needed as usually there were about 10 patients. But Gisela was the only healer always present. Other healers usually visited patients from the city or worked in their own herbals and stillrooms. However, in cases of epidemics or battles patients would start flowing in at a scary rate.

 

Yuuri threw the door open and burst into the entry alcove, moving without stopping directly to the treatment area at the opposite end of the room. A sharp smell of herbs and ointments beset Yuuri's senses, making him even more worried. His eyes immediately set on the blond, who was standing in front of Gisela, his back to the doorway. Hearing the commotion, the blond turned from Gisela who had been dabbing at his face with a piece of damp cloth.

 

“Yuuri?” he mumbled the name, narrowing his eyes at the pain it caused.

 

Yuuri stared at his husband. Wolfram's chin was puffed out and swollen, his lower lip split, turning blue, blood still dripping.

 

“Your Highness,” Gisela raised the saturated cloth in the air.

 

Wolfram turned to face her again. The healer continued to clean the wound with the cloth.

 

“Wolfram, are you…?” Yuuri could not finish the sentence as his voice broke.

 

“Hmm?” Wolfram hummed without turning around, letting Gisela do her job.

 

“Are you alright?” Yuuri asked after swallowing loudly.

 

Wolfram blinked at Gisela's face. “I woulfn't shay that,” he said.

 

“What is…?”

 

Wolfram turned around to face his husband then grinned at him while wincing. Two lower teeth on one side were missing. “It'll take a while beshore thosh grow back,” Wolfram muffled.

 

Yuuri pointed at the blond's mouth. “How the heck did this happen?” His eyes then caught the third person that had already been present in the room before he came in. It was a soldier wearing a blue uniform, obviously one of his husband's men. The soldier looked as if he had been sentenced to death. So this was the culprit.

 

“I losht my coshetratiosh while shparring,” Wolfram explained, wincing. “Wash whackt right insh my feish.”

 

Yuuri felt all the strength leave his legs. He looked around then just sagged down into a chair at the wall. The relief that he was feeling right now was overwhelming. This was the best news ever; he had never been happier in his life about two missing teeth.

 

“Whash wrong?”

 

“I was told you were seriously injured.”

 

Wolfram blinked at him. He pointed at his distorted mouth. “Well, I am. Itch hurtsh like hell.”

 

Yuuri turned to the door. Of course, Murata was nowhere to be seen. Little conniving bastard. Yuuri exhaled loudly. Wolfram's teeth were his last concern. Mazoku's, also most of half-Mazoku's, teeth always grew back if they rotted away or got punched out. Wolfram would have new ones in two months.

 

So this was what Murata had meant by saying that he had to decide what was the most important in his life…

 

“Your Highness,” Gisela called. “A spoonful of this before sleep will reduce the pain and make sleep much easier,” she said holding a bottle out when the prince's concentration was on her again.

 

“Tshashksh,” Wolfram said while taking the bottle.

 

Yuuri sighed. “It seems that you'll have a few days off. I can't understand a thing you are saying.” Closing his eyes, Yuuri gave a sign of dismissal for his bodyguards. “Is it all, Gisela?”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

 

“Can you leave me for a moment?”

 

The green-haired woman bowed. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

 

Yuuri heard the door close then opened his eyes to look at Wolfram who shook the bottle in his hand then looked at the brownish liquid closely. After that his concerned green eyes set on Yuuri.

 

“Wolfram, could you leave me alone? I need to think.”

 

The disturbance in the emerald eyes was overwhelming but Wolfram only nodded. “Shure.”

 

Yuuri leaned his head back as he heard the closing door click softly. He sat like that for five minutes. Then he remembered.

 

“Hey,” Yuuri said without opening his eyes, “you are still here, aren't you?”

 

The nervous soldier at the other side of the room nodded fearfully. “Y-yes, Your Majesty,” he voiced after realizing that the king was not looking at him. “I-I'm very sorry for hurting…”

 

Yuuri cut him off by waving his hand dismissively. He opened his eyes. “If the Prince Consort holds no grudge against you, then I am fine with this. You can go.”

 

“T-thank You, Your Majesty!”

 

Yuuri listened to the scurrying steps then sighed heavily.

 

XXXXX

 

It was late evening and Yuuri was on his way to his and Wolfram's chambers. The guards he passed seemed to be more relaxed than earlier. That was probably because he felt calmer, not an aggravating mass of anger, hurt and confusion. During this turmoil, he had been tearing around the castle like a wounded animal.

 

Yuuri reached the doors and after entering them, he found his husband sitting on the sofa. The blond stood up seeing him come in. Recently Wolfram had it really tough. Yuuri winced sympathetically at the sight of Wolfram's swollen jaw. The lip now was purple and of an incredible size, his chin black and blue. Yuuri caught himself thinking about finding that soldier and giving him a good thrashing.

 

Yuuri walked over to the prince. He motioned at the sofa. “Sit down, Wolfram.” The tension wafting from his husband was almost tangible.

 

The blond nodded, sitting down, but his back stayed straight and tense. His attention was all on his husband when Yuuri took his place next to him.

 

“I have decided,” Yuuri said, looking back at Wolfram. “You can have an Entrusted Lady.”

 

Something akin to a strangled gasp left Wolfram's mouth. Yuuri's arms enclosed Wolfram who slumped against him, a puppet with its strings cut. The blond's head fell on his king's shoulder. Yuuri threaded his fingers through the rich blond hair. His husband was shaking.

 

“There are two conditions, though,” Yuuri continued. “First, I don't want to know or hear anything about the woman. Second, I will always be your priority. Do you agree?”

 

Wolfram slid out of his husband's embrace and off the sofa. Kneeling before his husband, Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuuri's legs to keep from sagging into the carpet. He felt boneless with relief. “Thank you,” he whispered, resting his forehead on Yuuri's knees. “Thank you.”

 

Yuuri reached down to pull Wolfram up so that the blond was half-leaning against his body. “Do you agree?” he repeated.

 

Wolfram nodded quickly. “Yes, I do. Of course, I agree.”

 

Yuuri stroked the blond locks again then pressed a kiss to them. “Good. Now go to the baths then we'll have a good sleep. We both need one.” He let go of Wolfram then watched him walk over to the wardrobe and look for a change of clothes. His husband's steps were unsteady and he seemed to be weak with relief. Suddenly the thought of Wolfram taking a hot bath alone did not seem that clever.

 

Yuuri stood up. “I'll go with you.”

 

Wolfram turned around. He shook his head, chuckling. “I won't faint, don't worry.”

 

“Hn. Alright.”

 

When the door closed behind the prince, Yuuri sagged into the sofa. This had cost him much more strength and courage than he had wanted Wolfram to see. And it still was going to cost him dignity. He had decided, and the decision was final, but that did not mean that he liked it. Nonetheless, whether he liked it or not, he could not let go of Wolfram.

 

Yuuri leaned his head on the backrest. Wolfram had agreed to his terms without any hesitation. But it was not going to be easy, they both knew that. Shaking his head to get rid of unwanted thoughts, Yuuri sighed. Now he found himself wondering when Kyota would show up. Kyota had enough sense not to turn up and mess with Wolfram's marital affairs, knowing that Wolfram would kick him out personally. But now, as it was solved, he undoubtedly was going to appear. Somehow the other male was always able to tell when Wolfram was in trouble. He obviously had someone in the castle reporting to him.

 

Yuuri stood up and went to the wardrobe to look for his pajamas. He changed and went to bed. Wolfram returned half an hour later. Just on the edge of sleep, the king could hear his husband moving about, then Wolfram climbed into the bed. Yuuri felt him wriggling about, then the blond snuggled close to his back and his arm slid around Yuuri's waist. Yuuri hummed contentedly. Needless to say, this past week had been sleepless. He was also sure that was the reason for Wolfram getting whacked by a common soldier - his husband was worn out, tired and distracted. Yuuri hoped that tonight the two of them would finally get the peaceful sleep they both needed.

 

XXXXX

 

Yuuri woke up with a sudden jerk. It was too light in the room. His eyes shot to a clock on the nightstand. He had overslept! Yuuri sat up in the bed. Why had nobody woken them up?!

 

“It's alright,” a sleepy voice wafted from beside him. “I told Gunter that we'd sleep in. You have no meetings today anyway.”

 

Yuuri stared at the back of the blond head. He nodded then lay down and shifted closer to his husband's back. He could tell that Wolfram was in a light doze, still hanging between dreams and reality. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his breath tickling Wolfram's nape.

 

Wolfram's eyes opened to stare at the luxurious tapestry in front of him. He could feel Yuuri's warm breath on his neck and the tingling sent apprehensive shivers down his entire body. But the question asked was not the question Yuuri wanted to ask; would they survive this?

 

“I'm okay as long as you are beside me.”

 

Yuuri gazed at the golden locks curling on the pale nape. He pressed his forehead to them. Inhaling the heady scent, he wondered what Wolfram had dreamt about - Wolfram, like most men, had a tendency to have erotic dreams right before waking up. This time was no exception, the blond's scent overflowed with unfulfilled need. Yuuri pressed his lips to the curve of Wolfram's neck. At this time of day Wolfram was the most responsive, craving and loving his every touch.

 

Was it really possible to get over something like this? Just carry on? What about everything that was still ahead? “I love you, Wolfram, you know that,” Yuuri said, laying his head back onto the pillow. “But this…it might destroy everything we've had up until now.” He pressed his palm to the blond's back to slowly trace it from the left shoulder blade to the small of his back.

 

Wolfram savored the warmth of Yuuri's hand that seeped through his pajama top. He wanted more. Giving the opposite wall a resolute look, he said, “Yuuri, I will never easily let go of you, believe in that.”

 

Yuuri let out a sour chuckle. “Seems a bit weird, you saying that after…”

 

Wolfram sighed and closed his eyes. “I'm sorry. It's natural that you are bitter, but, please, let's not go back to that again. It will just…”

 

Unseen by his husband, Yuuri nodded silently. Scratching at a bleeding wound did no good. Reaching out, Yuuri wrapped his arm around Wolfram's waist and pressed his lips to his nape to nip at the skin there. At first the blond tensed but then relaxed, lowering his head, letting him do anything he wanted, what both of them wanted. Sex was probably the wisest decision they could make right now.

 

With his arm drawn over Wolfram's side, Yuuri pulled the slighter body close to him. He sucked lightly at the bared skin. He kept it just at the right pressure so as not to leave marks.

 

Wolfram let out a low moan as Yuuri's hand slid from his waist then to his stomach and under the rim of his pajama pants. The fingers wriggled through his pubic hair then slipped further to find the prince semi-erect.

 

“Does your face hurt?”

 

“N-no,” Wolfram grunted, “not really.” He bucked as Yuuri's palm wrapped around him. “But kissing is out of the question.”

 

Yuuri didn't say anything to this. What he intended to do required no kissing anyway. The leisurely pace that he had started with his hand had already brought the blond to full hardness. Yuuri's own erection was proudly tenting the loose material of his pajama bottoms. A week of chastity was way too much for them both. The blond's body was already feverish, the heat wafting from him in waves, his hips following Yuuri's lead blindly, pushing against the tight fist.

 

At some point Yuuri's hips started rocking, then he tugged at Wolfram's pajama bottoms to push them down and bare his husband's behind. He pressed against Wolfram to rub himself against his crease. At once, Wolfram moved his legs forward, his backside pushing back at him invitingly. Wanting to tease both of them and draw this out, Yuuri removed his hand from his husband's pulsing erection. Listening to Wolfram's pants, he continued rubbing his clad arousal against the blond.

 

“Mm…” Wolfram hummed, his fingers gripping at the bedding as the hard length slid right past his opening. He rubbed his cheek against the pillow. This was becoming too much. “Yu-Yuuri,” he panted out, barely keeping himself from grabbing his dick and just finishing himself off. “I can't… Mmm…” Wolfram moaned again at the feel of the hardness pushing against him teasingly. Then the pressure retreated, leaving him tense and unfulfilled. Wolfram felt the bed move and turned around to see Yuuri impatiently rummaging through the drawers of the nightstand.

 

“Where's the lube?”

 

“Should…” Wolfram swallowed loudly, “…be at the back of that drawer.” He pointed with his hand. He saw Yuuri retrieve the tube and a few condoms. “I'm clean,” he muttered. Wolfram removed his pants then unbuttoned the top of the pajamas, slipping them off and letting both fall to the floor.

 

Tossing the condoms back into the drawer, Yuuri pushed his pants down then discarded them onto the floor. He returned to the bed. Wolfram had already turned away, lying on his side again. It was obvious that he didn't want Yuuri to see his discolored face.

 

“I really want to smack him around a few times,” Yuuri muttered, pushing the covers away and down to the foot of the bed, leaving Wolfram's naked body exposed.

 

“Don't get distracted.”

 

Chuckling, Yuuri crawled over to his husband. Holding the tube of lube in one hand, Yuuri leaned in to kiss the pale shoulder, then his lips left it, and marking their way with soft nips and licks, started traveling to the blond's neck.

 

Wolfram stifled a moan when their bare skin came flush, Yuuri's arousal hot and hard against him. Wolfram pressed back against it, and they rocked together for a couple of minutes, then Yuuri pulled away. Wolfram felt slick fingers sliding up his crease then they slipped inside him. The lubricant was cool at first but it warmed up quickly.

 

“Ghmm…” Wolfram moaned at the feel of Yuuri's fingers sliding in and out repeatedly. They retreated then came back with a bigger amount of lubricant. He gripped the sheets tightly as they found his weak spot and started an assault on it. They played and rubbed against the spongy nub, his body soon starting to shake under the pleasurable pressure. Turning and burying his face in the pillow, Wolfram groaned. He was going to come, if Yuuri kept this up. But then the fingers retreated.

 

Watching Wolfram's hips trying to follow his retreating fingers, Yuuri reached out for the tube next to him and squeezed out a generous amount on his hand. With a few quick strokes he coated himself with it, and spreading Wolfram's buttocks apart, he pushed inside. He felt Wolfram constricting around him then loosening again. Wolfram loved the feeling of penetration. He always savored it. Yuuri knew that penetration to them had different meanings. To Wolfram it meant to be taken by the man he loved. To Yuuri it meant submitting to the man he loved to show he trusted and accepted him. It was not as if he did not enjoy the feelings, but there still was some small unease in being taken by a man.

 

Wolfram shifted and leaned forward to better accommodate him. Inch by inch, Yuuri started sliding in until most of him was buried inside.

 

“Mmm…”

 

“Do you feel me?” Yuuri asked softly, while nipping at the blond's neck.

 

Instead of answering, Wolfram let out a quiet moan and started to rock against him. They both kept a leisurely pace at first, then the slow rocking became more urgent, Yuuri grinding into Wolfram's backside fervently. In this position he did not have good access and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out. Tugging at Wolfram's waist, he got on his knees. Wolfram understood what his husband wanted right away and got on got on his hands and knees and arched his back invitingly. He grunted as he was grabbed and spread, Yuuri pushing back inside him.

 

Yuuri's hands slid over the blond's sides to settle on Wolfram's hips and grip them tightly. Wolfram lowered his upper half to the bedding then pressed his forehead to the pillow as Yuuri started pistoning in and out at a quick pace. With every thrust, both of them were coming closer to the edge. Yuuri was shoving in and out blindly, his thrusts having turned into short and forceful jabs, Wolfram's hips pushed back at Yuuri to get everything he was being offered.

 

“I'm going to…” Wolfram gasped out. He licked his dry lips, then the right side of his face buried itself into the pillow. He tried to prolong it, but it all went to waste as Yuuri reached out to stroke him. It only took a few tugs on his member, and Wolfram's back arched. His mouth open in a mute cry, he coated Yuuri's fingers with his release.

 

Yuuri tensed as the muscles around him constricted almost painfully. The tight heat made him grit his teeth and follow Wolfram into oblivion a few seconds later.

 

Spent, Yuuri sagged on top of his husband, flattening him to the bedding. Wolfram grunted at the weight. After a moment, Yuuri came back to his senses and pulled out. He reached down to gather up the discarded covers and covered them both. Usually they would have gone to the baths, but from Wolfram's tense back muscles Yuuri could tell that the blond was experiencing some discomfort while absorbing his power.

 

After lying for a few minutes, Wolfram pushed the cover off and got up.

 

Yuuri watched his husband looking for clothes. Wolfram's step was a bit shaky.

 

“You're leaking.”

 

“You think I don't feel that?” Wolfram muttered. He looked around for something to wipe himself off. Grabbing his pajama bottoms off the floor he cleaned his thighs then tossed them back onto the carpet.

 

Wolfram's face had let up on the swelling, but it still looked as if someone had whacked him with a shovel, which was actually close to what had happened. Yuuri hoped that the rumors about the culprit would have already reached everybody's ears.

 

“You okay?” Yuuri asked.

 

“Yeah,” Wolfram nodded. “Let's go to the baths.”

 

Yuuri stretched in the bed then got also got up. Something had changed, he could feel it and he had known that it would. It seemed that they were okay, but, still, there was something unspoken between them now. He was not that sure of how to act anymore. Now they would act as if there were nothing wrong. It was going to take time to get used to this. Either that or they would just drift apart.

 

“How about just taking a day off and going somewhere to laze about?” Yuuri suggested as they were on the way to the baths.

 

Wolfram grinned then winced. Shifting the change of clothes in his right hand, he touched his lower lip. “I'd like that,” he nodded, “but look outside.”

 

Yuuri turned his head to the window. Ah. To tell the truth, from waking up that morning his head had been preoccupied with his husband, and he hadn't even noticed the dangerous clouds in the distance. He could feel heat wafting through the windows, but one could never know with a season like this - a few minutes later a hail might start.

 

“Seriously, summers in Shin Makoku are way too exciting for my taste,” Yuuri muttered.

 

“Your Majesty.”

 

Yuuri turned to look to the side where Gwendal stepped forth from a corridor. He nodded in answer.

 

“Wolfram, a…”

 

“Hmm?” Wolfram looked at his older brother questioningly as Gwendal stuttered and stopped talking altogether.

 

When Gwendal's stormy eyes turned away from Wolfram's face and set on Yuuri, the king felt rooted to the floor.

 

“Your Majesty…” Gwendal ground out between clenched teeth.

 

“Yes?” Yuuri drawled carefully. So Gwendal was one of those who had not been informed about the accident…

 

Gwendal's arm slowly rose to point at his brother's face while his blazing eyes burned into Yuuri's. “This?”

 

“…Was done by one of my men. I was daydreaming and got whacked with a wooden sword,” Wolfram explained quickly.

 

Gwendal's arm fell back to his side. “What a disgrace. Be more careful,” he muttered, turning around. Throwing the pair a quick and somewhat ashamed look, he started walking away.

 

“What is it that you wanted?” Wolfram called out.

 

“Oh, right.” Gwendal stopped. He turned around. “We have received a message from Docharo saying that they were going to arrive on Friday.”

 

“He and Leahir?” Wolfram wanted to specify.

 

“Yes,” Gwendal nodded. “Now, excuse me.” He bowed and quickly disappeared down the corridor.

 

“Serves him right,” Yuuri muttered, resuming walking towards the baths.

 

“Well, he said nothing when you punched me the first time,” Wolfram noted while following his husband. “And he kept silent after the second time. To let it go for the third time, according to his understanding, would be criminal negligence and a dereliction of duty.”

 

Yuuri ruffled through his hair then sighed. Really, he had been glad that nobody had interfered in their personal business, and just let them deal with the mess. The two of them were a family after all.

 

“You know,” Yuuri said, “after having talked to him earlier, I got a feeling that, in case we fell out, Gwendal would leave Shin Makoku and me on our own.”

 

“Wouldn't surprise me.”

 

Yuuri gave his husband a look. “And what about the duty to his country?”

 

“Yuuri, you do know that Gwendal was the one to raise me? And I'm sure you have noticed that our relationship is closer to that of a father and son, than…” Wolfram chuckled at the expression that appeared on Yuuri's face. “Oh, I'm good at self-analysis.”

 

Yuuri turned to push at a heavy door revealing the steaming air behind it. “I didn't think you knew…”

 

Wolfram shrugged. “Well, it doesn't disturb either Gwendal or me.”

 

“Maybe. But he did cry during our wedding. Wept like a baby. I'm amazed that he wasn't the one to bring you to the altar,” Yuuri commented, while lowering his clothes onto a nearby cabinet.

 

“Bring me where?”

 

“Never mind, it's a custom on Earth for the bri…” Yuuri stopped speaking before it was too late. He started ransacking the shelves. “Anyways, you take a day off today and rest. And make sure that everybody knows that's not my work,” he pointed at Wolfram's jaw. “The last thing I want is to face an enraged Kyota. I bet he would try to punch a few of my teeth out in revenge. That bastard can be scary as hell.”

 

Wolfram laughed softly. But despite Yuuri always presenting Kyota's over-protectiveness as jests, the prince knew that there was bitterness and dissatisfaction hidden in them. As one could not change the situation, feigning ignorance was one of the ways out.

 

The two of them went to the farthest standing benches. Contently, Yuuri let Wolfram lather then rinse his hair. It wasn't only the feel of somebody touching and massaging his head, but for some reason Yuuri always associated Wolfram washing his hair with… He was not sure with what, but it somehow it seemed Wolfram's tribute to him. When they went to the baths together, Wolfram always washed his hair. It rarely worked the opposite way, because Wolfram usually shoed Yuuri away, saying that he was clumsy and pulled on his hair.

 

Yuuri watched Wolfram lathering his own hair. Wolfram had not used the recent attack as an excuse for an heir. Yuuri had liked that, even though he knew that it could be a valid excuse. The attack seemed to have been directed solely at Wolfram - and in case of his death, there would no one left to carry on the von Bielefelds' family name. Whoever the attackers had been, it had been very serious. It was a rare soul that was able to easily open the gate between the worlds or use one's elements without restrictions. Yuuri knew only of one such person - the Great Sage. Murata used to be the only one whose power he was not able to block. Now more such dangerous people appeared.

 

“Scrub my back instead of just staring.”

 

Yuuri blinked then realized he had been staring at Wolfram for a few minutes while lost in thought. He took the sponge from Wolfram's hand, stood up and started soaping the blond's shoulders. Then his hand rose to the neck then slid down Wolfram's back. When Yuuri's concentration lasted irrationally long on lathering his buttocks, Wolfram knew that Yuuri wanted to prolong their morning of reconciliation. He stood up from the bench.

 

“Let's make sure you wash it well,” Yuuri muttered brushing over the crack with the sponge. He pushed forward with his hand on Wolfram's back to make Wolfram bend over and place his palms on the bench.

 

The sponge was soon abandoned, and Wolfram's back arched as he felt Yuuri's fingers slip in between his cheeks then into him. They were sliding in and out easily, the blond's muscles still relaxed, the lubricant now mixed with Yuuri's seed inside him.

 

Wolfram moaned softly as Yuuri started massaging his prostate, the spongy nub making his body heat up quickly in response. Yuuri's fingers were picking up the pace, and the blond's breathing soon turned into pants. Feeling the digits slipping out of him, Wolfram licked his dry lips.

 

“Yuuri, c'mon,” he said while impatiently rubbing his backside against Yuuri's hard front.

 

Yuuri held him by his hips then started pushing inside. Wolfram's eyelids slid shut, and he moaned softly. It was sliding in not as easily as in the morning, but a little more friction was also welcome.

 

Wolfram lowered his head as Yuuri started thrusting. The thrusts were shallow at first, Yuuri careful and giving him time to get used to him. Then they gained speed, making Wolfram's entire body rock, and the blond had to brace himself more firmly, so that Yuuri would not just shove him over the bench. The blond liked the roughness, his backside pushing back to meet all of his husband's savage lust. Yuuri's hands were having trouble with holding onto the blond's waist and hips, his skin being slick with sweat, vapor and soap.

 

Quick pants and grunts pervaded the baths, the slaps of flesh against flesh being the clearest sound. Grinding into the blond in a frenzy, just seconds before coming, Yuuri was assured of one thing - sex was as good as ever and it was better not to think about anything else.

 

Spent and sated, Wolfram sagged onto the bench, lying down on his back to catch his breath. Yuuri sat down near Wolfram's head then pulled his husband up so that the blond head rested on his thigh. Yuuri was sure that they would somehow survive this.

 

TBC