Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Sheinah: Yup, Murata did a good job in making the two reconcile. Well, of course, a lot of trouble is still on the way but this is a good start.

Yup, Kyota is back, that whirlwind. ^_^

And some more sex. I wonder if there will come the time when readers will start complaining about too much sex in my fics, hahaha

 

 

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.

 

Inexorable Flow

 

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

 

Part 7

 

Over the table, Yuuri watched his husband who was barely keeping himself from moaning around a spoonful of hot chocolate. From Earth, Yuuri had brought a few boxes with packets of a prepared mixture that needed only to have hot milk poured over it. He liked spoiling Wolfram, maybe too much.

 

Yuuri lowered his eyes to the meal on his plate which consisted of a kipper and salad. In the end…in the end it all had turned out just as Wolfram wanted - he gave in and let Wolfram do as he wished. Why was it, in the end, it was Wolfram who always had the upper hand?

 

Chewing on his kipper, Yuuri tried to push these thoughts away. Two rounds of sex had been good, but now he was weary, the fatigue overcoming his optimism. He was full of resentment, wondering why he was the one to always back down. He understood, he knew perfectly well that Wolfram never meant to hurt or run roughshod over him but still, deep in his throat, there was a bile made up of bitterness which, this time, refused to be swallowed.

 

Yuuri raised his head and met emerald eyes staring right at him. Of course... of course, his husband was able to sense what was going on in his head. There was a flash of worry before that overwhelming greenness concentrated back on the dessert. Wolfram did not say anything.

 

There was no real tension now, over the table. There was just some mutual agreement that things were different and that it would take time for the dust to settle. For now, Wolfram would just listen to any reproaches or accusations without protesting. This wasn't good either. Guilt and bitterness were going to drive them apart. They had to find a way to prevent this. But many changes were still on the way, and Yuuri did not know how to prepare for them, much less how he was going to deal with them.

 

They finished eating in silence. Everybody else had had their meal long ago.

 

“Make sure I won't see Kyota's face,” Yuuri said before pushing himself away from the table and rising.

 

There was a stunned pause, then Wolfram nodded. “Whatever you say.”

 

As soon as the door closed behind his husband's back, the blond grabbed the open bottle of wine off the table and poured himself a glassful. Draining it in two gulps, he put the glass down and reached for the bottle again.

 

“Your Highness?”

 

“What?” Wolfram snapped at the servant who had silently appeared at his side.

 

“His Majesty ordered us to make sure…”

 

Wolfram stared at the bottle in shock then raised his head to look at the man who was giving his hand on the bottle a meaningful look. The blond's fingers slipped off the bottleneck. He cursed to himself.

 

The servant's gaze was shifting from apologetic to firm. It was obvious that the man was very uncomfortable, but was determined to follow his king's commands. Wolfram stared at him. Losing his composure, his self control to fight with a servant over a bottle of wine would be pointless and humiliate him even further. It would also go against his husband's orders.

 

Wolfram slowly stood up and went to the door.

 

XXXXX

 

“Couldn't you just have told me?” Wolfram asked Yuuri.

 

The rest of the day had past without anything out of the ordinary happening and they already were in their bedroom, getting ready for sleep.

 

Yuuri couldn't miss the poorly concealed anger in his husband's voice. “I've already told you, but it didn't seem to get to you,” Yuuri said without turning around from the wardrobe. “We used to have an alcoholic neighbor, Wolfram. There is no way I'm letting it happen to you.”

 

From the bed where he was sitting, Wolfram stared at his husband's back for a few seconds then just lay down. Turning over onto his stomach, he slipped under the covers without commenting on Yuuri's words. Even if it was for his own good, there was that tone of determination and a clear threat in them too. If he did not stop on his own, Yuuri was going to make sure he did. And he knew his husband could be ruthless in matters like these.

 

Wolfram heard Yuuri approaching the bed, then the mattress dipped. Yuuri's arm slid around his shoulders then his lips gave a soft peck to Wolfram's nape.

 

“Goodnight, Wolfram.”

 

“Yeah, good night,” Wolfram muttered.

 

XXXXX

 

Wolfram looked at himself in the mirror. With his fingers, he traced over his lower lip. The swelling had gone down, but there was still some unusual purple color from the bruising and a visible gash in the middle, but he was somewhat presentable now. Well, if he did not smile.

 

Wolfram grinned at the mirror and mentally groaned at the comical sight it presented. The tissue had already healed and it did not hurt eating anymore but still…he looked horrible with two teeth missing.

 

Kyota was going to tease him to death.

 

Wolfram turned away from the mirror, grabbed his jacket off the chair and went to the door. The prince climbed downstairs then turned into the kitchen. There was no point in going to the dining-room. He had slept in for so long that it was almost noon already. Yuuri must have done a healing on him before leaving their bedroom, which would explain his sleeping like a log.

 

This was his last day off. He would have preferred to spend it doing something more fulfilling than yesterday, but with the lower half of his face still sore he had to pass up any intense physical exercises like horse riding, sparring or running.

 

Wolfram was just finishing his breakfast when the door into the kitchen swung open and Kyota swept in. The blue-haired man pulled the startled prince out of his seat, wrapping him up in a hug, and, without noticing the toast he had been holding in his left hand, squeezed tightly. He then let go and sat down at the other side of the table.

 

“Hello, asshole,” Wolfram said in greeting, wiping jam off his uniform and dropping back down into his chair. “You are a walking disaster.”

 

Kyota eyed the blond's spoiled uniform then looked at himself. “Ah, shit,” he cursed. He reached for a napkin and started cleaning his shirt. Luckily, he had already taken off his jacket and left it somewhere…he wasn't sure where.

 

“So is this late breakfast or early lunch?” Kyota asked, throwing the dirty napkin back onto the table. He brushed the ends of his tied hair off his shoulder. “I'll have to borrow something from your wardrobe.”

 

“It's breakfast. And don't tell me you didn't bring anything to change into?” Wolfram asked, taking a bite of his mutilated toast and chewing very carefully. He reached for his mug.

 

“I did, but I'd do it to just piss your husband off.”

 

Wolfram chortled into his tea, almost spraying it around.

 

“You sure look hot with two teeth missing.”

 

“It's not Yuuri's doing,” Wolfram defended his husband immediately.

 

“I know, but it still pisses me off!”

 

Wolfram rolled his eyes. He lowered the mug to the table then clapped his hands to clean the bread crumbs off his hands.

 

“I was worried, you know,” Kyota said.

 

Wolfram nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

 

“So how are things?”

 

Wolfram leaned back into the chair. “Well, they are better than I anticipated, but it still...” the blond shook his head. “It's such a mess.”

 

“Well, you know who to turn to if he dumps you,” Kyota grinned at him.

 

“Gods, will you quit blabbering? By the way, how are you and Leahir?”

 

Kyota frowned. “He doesn't let me anywhere near him. I've already gotten a week of the silence treatment. And no sex. Again.”

 

Wolfram groaned inwardly - another spat. Well, hearing about it was still better than talking to Kyota about his and Yuuri's problems.

 

“Listen, Wolfram. Why is it that instead of just saying what's wrong, the guy walks around tight-assed like a damn moron?”

 

“I don't know.” Wolfram rubbed his forehead and begged whatever gods there were that Kyota wouldn't think about involving him in the discussion. With Kyota and Leahir it was pointless. The two were an idiot couple, just fuckbuddies, always getting into spats over silly things.

 

“He could just say what's wrong, I'd apologize and that would be it. Now the entire week I've been trying to figure out what the hell I did to him!” Kyota said angrily.

 

Wolfram groaned loudly. Sure, now Kyota would want him to talk with Leahir and clear up things between them. “Kyota, no.”

 

“Oh, c'mon,” Kyota threw his hands up. “Why not?”

 

“Well, because of numerous reasons. First,” Wolfram bent his thumb, “I'm the Prince Consort. Second,” he bent down his index finger, “it's not my business at all. Third, I'd feel stupid. Fourth,” he bent another finger, “he would feel stupid. Fifth,” he raised his closed hand before Kyota's face, “you'd look like an idiot in his eyes.”

 

“He thinks I'm an idiot anyway,” Kyota waved this off. “C'mon, talk to him. You two have talked more than a few times already.”

 

Wolfram groaned again. He understood what Kyota was doing, but he doubted it would help him forget his troubles. He hated getting involved in these kinds of things. Kyota knew that!

 

XXXXX

 

Wolfram had no idea how he had allowed it to happen, but that evening he found himself sitting in his study with Leahir Sandel standing in front of him. The man seemed to be thoroughly confused as to why he had been called there. Wolfram was thinking that it wouldn't be all that bad if some random bolt of lightning struck the Castle, and he would be saved from this awkward situation.

 

Leahir bowed. “Your Highness?”

 

Wolfram cast his eyes over the other male. Leahir was wearing a bright red jacket, leather trousers and had an impressive two-handed sword on his back that was almost as long as the man was tall. And Sandel was really tall, tall and lean. His face and shoulders were framed by loose, thick brown-colored hair. He had an oval face with quite high cheekbones and thin lips, but his big blue eyes that were ringed with dark eyelashes were the most memorable. Leahir was an attractive man, when he wore men's clothes (like today). But in Wolfram's opinion, Leahir was an even more attractive woman (like the previous time he had visited). Actually, he never dwelled on Kyota's tastes too much and didn't really care who he was fucking. Sandel did not seem to be a person who would care about an outsider's opinion either. Not that many outsiders would dare express his humble opinion to a man who was carrying a huge bad-assed sword on his back.

 

“Kyota said you…well, that you are cold to him.”

 

Leahir blinked hard a few times. Wolfram fought down an embarrassed blush and wanted the ground to open and swallow him.

 

Sandel stared at the prince with his deep blue eyes for half a minute then rolled his right shoulder which was his version of a shrug. Wolfram knew Sandel was wondering what fucking business it was of his.

 

The pause was getting ridiculously long. Wolfram shifted uncomfortably, thinking about tearing Kyota's head off for getting him into this idiotic situation. He couldn't believe that he was sticking his nose into a lover's spat.

 

“I caught him fucking one of my maids,” Leahir said then in a clear voice. “Do I need to submit a formal report on this, Your Highness?”

 

“Shiiiiit,” Wolfram drawled, leaning on the desk. Deciding to just accept the sneer as deserved, he rubbed his forehead. Unbelievable. And Kyota was wondering why Leahir was ignoring him…? After a certain thought occurred to him, he raised his head to look at the frowning man. “I suppose he doesn't know that you saw him…?”

 

Leahir snorted. “Well, I didn't march into the room to demand he stop orgasming, if it's what Your Highness means.”

 

Really, the two were well-matched. Wolfram covered his face with his hands as the vision of Kyota doing Leahir's maid appeared inside his head. Leahir seemed to be as subtle as Kyota himself. And Kyota must have known it would turn out to be something like this.

 

“Your relationship…”

 

“He can fuck whoever he wishes,” Leahir interrupted, “but my maids… Goddamit,” he snarled, “I told him at least three times that my maids are off limits! My castle is not a slut-house!”

 

Wolfram stared at him then forced a smile. Then he realized that with two teeth missing he must look idiotic and stopped smiling. Leahir was already looking at him as if he were the biggest idiot in the world. Wolfram was sure he was going to punch Kyota at least once for this.

 

“I'm certain it will be solved, and you'll make up,” the prince said finally. He would have preferred to just keep silent, but he had to show somehow that this unprecedented conversation was finished.

 

“Is this a royal command?” Leahir politely inquired.

 

At his sides, Wolfram's fingers curled, imagining that they were wrapping around Kyota's throat. The bastard was dead, the bastard was so dead. “No, it isn't.”

 

Leahir bowed. “Your Highness.” Sandel seemed to want to add something more but then decided against it. With an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, he left the study.

 

Wolfram figured that now Leahir was headed to wherever Kyota was. Five minutes later an explosion shook the Castle. Wolfram thought he also heard Kyota shouting for help. He hoped that Sandel had run him through with that sword of his.

 

XXXXX

 

Due to Kyota and Leahir being forced to clean and repair the outer castle wall, Wolfram was saved from trying to keep Kyota away from Yuuri. A disjointed thought passed the prince's head that maybe Kyota had known that Yuuri did not want to see his face, so instead of joining them in the dining-room for dinner, had made himself busy. But probably, this was too much to expect from Kyota.

 

The dining-room was almost deserted, with only Conrad, Gunter, Yuuri, Wolfram and a couple of servants present. Cecilie was still on her trip, Gisela away on a difficult case of poisoning in the city, and Gwendal and Anissina most likely were experimenting. Although Wolfram suspected that the experiment was transpiring somewhere in Anissina's or Gwendal's bedroom.

 

“So they got into a fight?” Yuuri asked. He was cutting the chicken on his plate into small pieces.

 

Wolfram nodded. He sipped his apple juice. Was it his imagination or had Yuuri just glanced at his glass to make sure what he was drinking was non-alcoholic?

 

“Why?”

 

Wolfram pursed his lips while debating with himself. “Because Kyota asked me to talk to Leahir and find out why Leahir has been refusing him sex for an entire week.”

 

Yuuri's eyes rose off the plate. “Don't tell me you really talked to him…?”

 

Wishing that instead of the juice there was something much stronger in his glass to wash his shame away, Wolfram nodded. “Yeah, I did.”

 

Yuuri chortled. “And Leahir didn't like it.”

 

Wolfram frowned at his plate. “He sure the hell didn't. Neither did I.” He racked through the salad on his plate with the spork. He had no real appetite lately. “I felt like a complete idiot.”

 

Yuuri chuckled. “Well, you WERE,” he stressed, “an idiot agreeing to that.”

 

Wolfram pushed his salad to the right side of the plate. “Well, they will fight first, but fuck later, so one way or another it worked.” He drove the salad to the left side of the plate then lifted his spork to nibble on it.

 

Yuuri rolled his eyes. “True,” he said. He eyed his husband's maneuvers on the plate - now the blond was regrouping the salad in two squads, dispatching each of them to different sides of the dish. “Wolfram, you either eat that or leave it alone.” It seemed that the blond had just launched a successful attack on the cutlet; although it did not appear to be resisting too much.

 

“Huh?”

 

“The salad, Wolfram, the salad.”

 

“Oh.” Wolfram blinked at his plate. He put the spork down onto the table.

 

Wolfram felt tired. The day seemed to have past without his working hard or stressing too much, but he was drained.

 

Wolfram waited for his husband to finish dining, then excused himself and went to the baths. He spent more than an hour there and came out refreshed and with a somewhat lifted mood. While walking to the royal chambers his thoughts flew towards tomorrow's agenda. There was a meeting to decide what position Shin Makoku was going to take regarding Kalara attacking Doesha. Yuuri was going to be in favor of Doesha, so the meeting should be over pretty soon. But then he had to meet with representatives from Sehar, Lumina and Ferir and agree on exporting and importing various goods and merchandise. Wolfram was sure that the debates and discussions were going to last at least a few weeks. As usual, Yuuri would be present in the first meeting, maybe even in the second but then he would entrust the entire matter to him and Gunter.

 

Wolfram had already climbed upstairs and was walking down the corridor when he heard loud voices behind the door that he was passing.

 

“Will you fucking shut up?!”

 

It was Kyota's voice, and Wolfram's step slowed down automatically.

 

“You don't know what you want, Kyota! I don't care about being someone's replacement, but don't you dare ignore me, you asshole!”

 

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

 

“You perfectly know what I'm talking about. Just out of curiosity, who's place am I taking, Kyota?”

 

“I have no idea what you're talking about!”

 

But the protest was weak, the voice cracking at the end of the sentence. Kyota sounded tired. But it was not clear whether he thought it was pointless arguing with Leahir or he knew that the other male was right. Leahir was saying something again, but Wolfram was already out of earshot and he could not make out the words.

 

Yuuri was already in bed when Wolfram entered their chambers. There were only a few burning candles left, the bedroom drowning in half-light. A window was slightly open to air the room. Yuuri had been reading in bed, propped up against the headboard, his back supported by pillows. But as the hour grew late, while he waited for Wolfram, Yuuri grew sleepy and set the papers on the nightstand, letting his head fall back and his eyes close. Hearing his husband enter, Yuuri's eyes opened to give the blond a short look then closed again. Wolfram undressed, folded his clothes and put them neatly onto the chair that was standing next to the bed. Pulling a pair of pajamas out of the wardrobe, he pulled them on then turned to the bed. He slipped under the covers then slid onto Yuuri's lap, wrapping his arms around Yuuri and snuggling into his chest. Yuuri blinked at the damp head that had just come to rest against his shoulder. He reached out to stroke the mop of that blond hair. Wolfram sometimes got like this. It was a rare occurrence, but when it happened, instead of making Yuuri feel stronger and superior as he always wished it would, it made Yuuri uneasy.

 

“Did something happen?” the king asked, keeping his voice soft.

 

Wolfram shook his head slightly. “No, not really.”

 

Wolfram's pajama top rumpled when Yuuri wrapped one arm around the prince's sides. Yuuri put his chin on the blond's head. He sighed. “Why are you always lying, Wolfram?”

 

Wolfram shifted against him in protest. “I'm not lying. I was walking past Kyota and Leahir's room and they were having a row. It was nasty.”

 

Yuuri listened silently. His fingers were threading through the still damp hair. So hearing the spat had made Wolfram panicky, it seemed. Recently both of them had been apprehensive. Neither of them wanted to lose what they had. They tried to hold onto it with tooth and nail.

 

For a few minutes it was silent in the bedroom.

 

“Anything I can do to improve your mood?” Yuuri mentally snickered at the way corny and seemingly insensible words breached the silence. But Wolfram was used to his quite clumsy tries to make things better.

 

“You can try,” he said.

 

Yuuri lifted Wolfram's head to look at his face. From up close Yuuri could see that the blond's lower lip was still unnaturally full. It was also bluish, the healing gash in the middle of it looking painful. The chin had almost healed, though. It was amazing how fast a full-blooded Mazoku could heal.

 

The green emeralds were studying Yuuri back then closed when he leaned in. Kissing the corner of Wolfram's lips, Yuuri felt him flinch. He put his head back onto the pillow and let go of Wolfram's chin.

 

“Sorry.”

 

Wolfram said nothing. He tried to smile but then seemed to remember that he was missing two teeth and closed his mouth.

 

Yuuri felt a streak of amused warmth pass through his body at the thought of Wolfram worrying about appearing unattractive to him. Chuckling, he leaned in to kiss the blond's nose. Weren't the two of them just like foolish teens now? Quite content with the thought, Yuuri transferred his kisses to Wolfram's cheek and forehead. Later his lips slid down to his husband's neck. Wolfram hummed contentedly and rolled his head to the side to bare more skin.

 

Yuuri's hand slid under Wolfram's shirt. The pajama top was quite loose and his palm easily reached his husband's chest. His fingers rolled the nub they found there between them. A quiet moan told him that his attention had been appreciated. Yuuri's palm slid down the blond's chest then over his ribs and to his waist then started sliding upwards again. The blond raised himself a little and now was watching him with half-lidded eyes, his one hand resting on Yuuri's stomach, another on the bed, supporting his weight.

 

Yuuri tweaked the nipple underneath his palm. The blond gasped, his body jolting, the head jerking sideways, the eye contact breaking.

 

Yuuri pushed with his palm at the blond's chest, and soon had Wolfram straddling his waist. Yuuri undertook the task of getting Wolfram's pajama shirt off him. With the small buttons it was progressing slowly. With growing hunger in his eyes, Wolfram was watching his husband's fingers working. He waited patiently until Yuuri was done then let him brush the top off his shoulders and allowed it to slide down his arms, to pool behind him on Yuuri's groin.

 

“Is it my turn now?” Wolfram grinned, his fingers starting to fumble with Yuuri's top. He sometimes wondered why they bothered to wear pajamas at all.

 

From the bed, Yuuri gave his husband an answering smirk. His hands slid to Wolfram's hips to squeeze them through the pants. In a moment, Wolfram was finally done with the shirt, and Yuuri's bare chest was displayed.

 

“Come here.”

 

Yuuri's voice was husky as he took hold of Wolfram's waist, tugging on him. His husband bent forward, and Yuuri's hands glided up his back and then to his shoulders and nape, keeping him in place while he was kissing the blond's chest then his neck and shoulders. Closing his eyes, Wolfram savored the warmth of Yuuri's skin against his, as he slid down Yuuri's body, until he could buck his hips forward, pressing their growing erections together. Grinding, he sighed in pleasure while Yuuri nibbled on the column of his neck.

 

Yuuri let go of the blond, and he sat up straight again. Yuuri slid his hands down Wolfram's back, then past the waistband and into the pants to take a firm hold of his backside. He liked how the firm curves felt in his palms.

 

“You will ruin it,” Wolfram muttered, wondering how far the elastic of his pants was able to stretch.

 

“Take them off, then, will you?” Yuuri answered, squeezing harder. He let go of the round flesh to push the pants down the blond's hips.

 

Wolfram rose, slipped off the bed and took the pants off quickly. As usual, he wore no underwear and his aroused member bobbed when freed. Letting his clothes slip to the ground, the blond ransacked through the drawers of the bedside cabinet. Finding the needed tube, he tossed it on the bed beside Yuuri. After that, back on the bed, Wolfram got on all fours and crawled over his husband. Yuuri lifted his hips to ease Wolfram's task of pulling his pants off, then his underwear.

 

“Much, much better,” Yuuri purred when Wolfram tossed his pajama pants and underwear aside and climbed back to him.

 

Yuuri's palms glided over the blond's chest, then over his ribcage while caressing the smooth skin on their path. His hands settled on the blond's hips, then slipped down in between his cheeks. Instinctively, Wolfram leaned forward to give him more access. He moaned softly as Yuuri's fingers flicked over his opening.

 

Yuuri let go of Wolfram's hips to take the tube of lubricant and squeeze some of it onto his fingers. His hand returned to the blond's crease to rub against the entrance. Every light stroke that passed Wolfram's opening was measured to press against it with teasing calculation. Wanting for the fingers to finally breach him, Wolfram spread his legs more. He reared back, but then the fingers retreated to offer only light pressure.

 

“Yuuri,” Wolfram whined.

 

“Do you really want it?” Yuuri pressed his index finger forward so that the tip breached the blond. “Do you want them up your ass? Do you want them fucking you?”

 

Wolfram watched his husband from under heavy eyelashes. He licked his lips. “Yes, I do,” he gave a slight nod. He did not particularly like it when Yuuri dirty-talked this way. But it always seemed to have the effect that Yuuri wanted - the embarrassment made him even more aroused, and Yuuri loved seeing him in this state. On the other hand, keeping in mind that he and Yuuri had spent so much time together, and that he trusted Yuuri, Wolfram was not sure why he felt embarrassed at all. It was probably one of the tricks that Yuuri used.

 

Wolfram's eyes closed at the feel of Yuuri's fingers sliding into him. The in and out motions were pleasurable, and the blond rocked with the rhythm. He shifted his hips and moaned softly as the fingers started brushing against his prostate.

 

Yuuri pulled his fingers out. He reached for the tube again to squeeze out a generous amount of lube. Wolfram slid down his legs to allow his husband to coat himself with it, which he did not taking his eyes off Wolfram. Reaching out for the blond, Yuuri drew him closer then tugged him up. Wolfram raised himself to help guide Yuuri's cock inside of him. It went in smoothly, stretching him as it entered.

 

Yuuri stayed still to let Wolfram adjust then tried to move his hips up. The blond allowed him, but not all the way. In this pose it was always Wolfram who had control. He wanted Wolfram to move faster, but the blond seemed to want to prolong this. Wolfram was teasing him, his ups and downs slow, drawn out. Yuuri watched Wolfram's member moving up and down. He reached out for it but his hand was brushed away.

 

Wolfram gasped then laughed as he was raised and flung onto the bedding with a soft thump. The bed bounced, and he hardly had time to get onto his hands and knees before his hips were grabbed and he felt the tip pressing in. Yuuri pushed into his relaxed passage with one smooth thrust.

 

Both of them liked this position much better. Wolfram because this way his prostate was stimulated much more. Besides, he loved to feel Yuuri's sacks thumping against his backside. Yuuri liked this position because he felt in command of every thrust, controlling when and how his husband came.

 

Wolfram's low pleasure-filled moans answered every successful roll of Yuuri's hips. With every thrust, the pace was increasing, the grip on hips tightening. Wolfram could hear Yuuri grunting. Wolfram's lust clouded mind wondered if Yuuri knew that when he was halfway to his orgasm, he would always start making those funny hitching sounds that were between stuttering and moaning. Nearing orgasm, the “stuttering” would turn into choking gasps then finally, into one low desperate grunt or gasp when Yuuri finished.

 

The numbing pleasure that was spreading from his ass and cock was making his own breathing difficult. With a low moan, Wolfram spread his thighs even wider and arched his back, then buried his forehead in the pillow. He had never asked, and they didn't really talk about these kinds of things, but sometimes, afterwards, he wondered how all of this looked to Yuuri. Gasping, Wolfram squeezed his eyes shut as Yuuri's hand snuck around his waist to stroke his leaking cock. Screw that. Gods, yes, it was amazing. Sex was the greatest invention ever!

 

Yuuri's pounding was increasing and through the blood beating in his ears he could discern Yuuri's gasps getting shorter.

 

Wolfram blinked his eyes open as he felt Yuuri slip out of him completely. He turned to look at what was going on but, then his waist was seized. Understanding what his husband wanted, Wolfram let himself be turned to his side and then onto his back. Yuuri slid his body over Wolfram's. Their skins were feverish, covered with a light sheen of perspiration.

 

Wolfram could see that Yuuri intended a little kissing session to draw out the pleasure, but had forgotten that his mouth was injured. Yuuri ended up kissing down his neck, then applying pressure with his teeth on Wolfram's Adam apple. He grazed there for a minute, then went on to bite Wolfram's right earlobe.

 

“Yuuri!” the prince gasped.

 

Yuuri sucked on the earlobe again. This was one of Wolfram's erogenous zones. Actually Wolfram's ears were more sensitive than his nipples. He could feel a rising desperation in Wolfram's tries to rub his leaking member against him to get at least some friction. It was futile, his body had Wolfram pressed underneath him, leaving no room for movement. All Wolfram could do was wrap his legs around Yuuri's hips, which he did after a minute of Yuuri sucking on and teasing his earlobes.

 

“Yuuri, quit it,” Wolfram panted out. He turned his head to the side, but it did not help any as his husband attacked his left earlobe.

 

Yuuri didn't see any reason to stop. He could feel Wolfram solid and throbbing against him, but he knew the blond could take much more. He caressed Wolfram's sides and sucked on the blond's neck. Wolfram's arms were wrapped around Yuuri's shoulders, his fingers gripping Yuuri's hair in silent urge. Yuuri teased him some more then, slowly, he slid back into the welcoming tightness.

 

Wolfram let out an appreciative sound and his head fell back to the pillow with a soft thud. At first, Yuuri's thrusts were even and measured, but he seemed to have reached the limit himself and he was picking up his pace very fast. Not wanting Wolfram to lag behind, Yuuri wrapped his hand around the blond's neglected erection. The burning lust that that the blond felt before came back full force, making the blood in his ears pound with Yuuri's every thrust and stroke.

 

Moaning and grunting and gasping, they meshed into a sweaty mass of limbs that wanted only to finally reach the peak. Wolfram tensed as the increased pressure suddenly erupted. His back arched, his body rising from the bedding, his head falling back.

 

Wolfram's legs squeezed around Yuuri's waist and he clamped down on Yuuri almost painfully, the constriction around him hardly allowing Yuuri any movement. But it was also the end of him, Wolfram's orgasm overtaking Yuuri too, he pushing in as far as he could go and releasing in multiple quick spurts inside the blond.

 

Panting, Yuuri lowered his head to Wolfram's shoulder. His body and mind still were in that pleasurable bliss and he nuzzled the blond's neck almost purring. When, after a few minutes, he raised his head to look at Wolfram, he was met with closed eyes and the expression of pure pleasure. Wolfram's orgasms and afterglows lasted much longer than his own. After good sex Wolfram always was like that, sometimes taking up to ten minutes to come back to his senses. After living together for as long as they had, he still had not figured out if it was Wolfram or if all full-blooded Mazoku were like this. He doubted if, due to the lack of sexual encounters, Wolfram knew either.

 

Yuuri moved to pull out of Wolfram. All of him was slippery.

 

“Wouldn't it be perfect if you could get pregnant?” he asked while drawing circles on Wolfram's stomach in his cooling semen.

 

Wolfram's blurry eyes opened to give Yuuri a confused look, then closed again.

 

“Idiot,” Wolfram said after a minute, when his brain finally caught up.

 

XXXXX

 

The morning came rather quickly and went past uneventfully. The afternoon was pretty much the same, although it seemed much longer. After spending the entire day with various merchants and politicians, Yuuri and Wolfram were tired and frustrated as the negotiations weren't progressing very smoothly.

 

Despite that, Yuuri's anger had let up and he told Wolfram Kyota could join them for lunch.

 

During lunch the Great Sage had announced Shori's oncoming visit. When the royal couple entered the dining-room for their dinner, they found the King of Earth already seated and waiting for them to join him at the table.

 

The mood was somewhat uneasy and shy, and it was only Shori who was talking. He shared the latest events from Earth. Talked about rising food and oil prices, his new girlfriend and more. Gunter listened to everything with interest; Leahir and Kyota did not understand much from what had been said about the Earth's oil supplies; Wolfram wasn't particularly interested, but was glad that there was someone talking instead of silence reigning in the dining room as earlier. Yuuri was happy, and at the same time apprehensive, that his brother had come.

 

After dinner, Yuuri led Shori to his study. While his brother was getting comfortable in the offered armchair, Yuuri went to the cupboard to retrieve drinks. Finally, when the two of them had their filled glasses in their hands and Yuuri was sitting behind his desk, Shori asked:

 

“Is it true that the von Bielefelds are looking for an Entrusted lady?”

 

“Yes,” Yuuri nodded. He took a sip from his wineglass. “Namely, Wolfram.”

 

Shori studied Yuuri for a few moments then also raised his glass to his lips. “Are you alright with this?” he asked after swallowing.

 

“Who the fuck in his right mind would be alright with this?” Yuuri snorted at him. “I have no choice. It's either this or let him go. And I can't imagine my life without him.” He gulped from his glass. “You are asking if I am alright with this?” Yuuri repeated Shori's words. “There is no fucking way I am alright with this! I already hate that woman and I already can't stand that child!”

 

Shori watched his brother through the rim of his wineglass. He wondered if Yuuri believed what he was saying or it was induced by the wine that he had drunk during dinner. Shori sighed. “If you feel like this, wouldn't it be just better if you let go of him?”

 

“I'm not going to let him go!” Yuuri declared then, quite vehemently. “Wolfram is mine! And no damn whore is going to take him away from me.”

 

That made Shori smile. “It's not really like that. Murata said it's an old tradition and…”

 

“Oh, shut up. You think I don't know that?” Yuuri muttered, sipping from his glass again. “I know all of that. It's just driving me crazy. When I think about him and that woman…”

 

“What about a threesome?”

 

Yuuri suddenly looked ready to throw his glass at him, and Shori understood that his remark was uncalled for. His brother was not ready for these kinds of jokes.

 

“Alright…” Shori drawled. He knew the situation - Murata had informed him beforehand. He had just wanted to see Yuuri's true feelings on this entire thing. Wolfram was a selfish creature and he had pitted a few weeks with Yuuri against Yuuri's anger. On the other hand, there was no way Yuuri would have accepted the situation calmly, even if Wolfram had told him in advance. Maybe Wolfram wouldn't have received those punches, but it all would have gone pretty much the same. Maybe even with a longer period of indecision. The way Wolfram had done it made Yuuri realize that it was serious and unavoidable. He had forced Yuuri to take immediate action. Yuuri gave his answer in less than a week.

 

“What are you thinking about?”

 

Shori raised his head to look at his brother. “Nothing much,” he shook his head.

 

“This was the first time when I wanted to do something really bad to him,” Yuuri said, frowning, and Shori wondered if his brother was reading his mind. “It's not going to be easy,” Yuuri added the obvious. He emptied his glass and stood up to go refill it.

 

“What about your own child, then?” Shori asked. “You've always wanted one. Wouldn't it be much easier now?”

 

Yuuri snorted. “Our relationship is hanging by a thread now. It's like an overflowing glass,” he lifted his own to demonstrate. “Our emotions are barely managing to keep from spilling over. Me getting some random whore would just overfill it and make a perfect end for it all.”

 

Shori nodded, agreeing. Nonetheless, some time later, when dust settled, very likely, Yuuri was going to consider this once again.

 

TBC