Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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. Language.

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: Credits go for my beta-reader Melisenda for writing this in one of the letters: “Oh.....   I just thought, I would LOVE to see Asami visit, get drunk and spill Yuuri's secret!!!  And Wolfram would NOT hit Yuuri.... but man.... Yuuri would wish he would, just to try to get rid of HIS guilt! Actually.... it might help to put them back on balance.  Get them to forgive each other, so that one is not always bad (Wolfram) and the other always innocent (Yuuri).”

 

Inexorable Flow

 

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

 

Part 10

 

A few days after coming back from the fort, Wolfram resumed his search for a candidate for an Entrusted Lady. As Yuuri wanted to have nothing to do with this, Wolfram was doing it discreetly, usually using his old room to meet the ladies or even visiting the families that lived close enough.

 

As predicted, the news of Wolfram searching for a woman to bear his child was taken differently by Yuuri's mother and father. Miko instantly fell in love with the idea and started making a list of boys' and girls' names. She was constantly asking when Yuuri would start trying for a child. Hating the topic and the constant interrogations, Yuuri decided not to visit his parents for a while.

 

Shoma Shibuya was another matter. He understood Yuuri's frustration and anxiety, and was worried that it might permanently damage Yuuri and Wolfram's relationship. He had never mentioned it to his youngest son, but he had been very happy about Yuuri and Wolfram's successful union. He could see that with Wolfram, Yuuri felt fulfilled and loved. Being a man of a few words, Shoma did not express his worries about the current situation to Yuuri. He hoped for the best, but was apprehensively waiting for the worst.

 

Wolfram had no particular idea what he was looking for. He didn't have any specific requirements for character or looks. He didn't have much experience with women either, so it made it even harder to choose. To top it off, there was another matter. The nine women whom he had seen so far…all of them were missing one important thing - a penis, and then had two things too many - breasts. Wolfram understood that with this point of view, he wasn't ever going to find anyone. All he was doing now was just hoping to see a woman and go: “Yes, I want this one to bear my child.” This wasn't going to happen, he knew that. He probably would end up spreading all the application forms on his desk, closing his eyes and just choosing one of them randomly.

 

Compatibility of bodies and appearance usually played a great part in choosing a partner. He hoped that maybe it would happen as it happened for him with Yuuri's scent. He had noticed Yuuri immediately and it was probably the reason why he had fallen in love with Yuuri so quickly, even though he had considered Yuuri an unworthy weakling and wimp, and hated him at first. After his mother's Orchid Perfume had worn off, and he had been able to sense Yuuri's own scent, his feelings began to change. He loved and enjoyed the scent. And when Yuuri's usual scent turned into that of lust and desire, he could never say or even think about saying “no” to Yuuri. His orgasms left him breathless and shaken to the core. Yuuri was a half-breed, his sense of smell was not that sharp, and Wolfram wasn't sure that it was the same for Yuuri.

 

XXXXX

 

“Why so gloomy?” Asami asked. He was sitting in a comfortable armchair at arm's reach from the table. He looked out the dark windows where reflections of glimmering candles could be seen. “Don't tell me you already miss Yuuri; he only left a few hours ago.”

 

It was late evening, and he and Wolfram were sitting in the royal chambers where they had moved right after dinner. Yuuri was absent, visiting Kyota's stepfather to negotiate the possibility of building a school in his lands.

 

“Aren't you drinking anymore?” Asami wondered when, after refilling Asami's glass, Wolfram left his own glass empty.

 

Wolfram walked over to him and held out the filled glass. “Yuuri thinks that I've started turning into an alcoholic. I'm forbidden to drink more than one glass when he's absent,” the prince explained.

 

“Isn't he being a bit too much?” Asami frowned while taking the wine.

 

Wolfram walked back to the cupboard, where he poured himself some juice. “I don't think so,” he shook his head as he came back and seated himself opposite Asami. “It was starting to become a serious addiction. I see that now,” he said, sipping his juice.

 

“Hmm…” Asami leaned forward and clinked his glass with the blond's. He smiled. “It feels nice when he worries about you, doesn't it?”

 

“Well, yeah,” Wolfram agreed, reddening lightly.

 

Asami took a sip from his glass. The wine slid down his throat pleasantly. He sighed, content. “Not bad at all. So... how are you two doing?” he asked then. “You seem tired, and Yuuri gave me the impression of being overwhelmed by everything.”

 

In a few gulps Wolfram emptied his glass. He pushed it onto the table and leaned into his armchair. “It's just as you said. I'm tired. I'm tired because I don't have any idea what I'm looking for and it's been dragging on. And Yuuri is too tired to fight his emotions anymore. He seems to have resigned himself to just accept anything I might do.”

 

“Hmm…” Asami wondered, “You are unbelievably open today.” He took his glasses off and started wiping them on his shirt.

 

Wolfram reclined his head, resting it on the neck-roll of his chair, to stare at the ceiling. “Just as you said - I'm tired.”

 

Asami lifted his glasses to check them for flecks, then, satisfied with how they looked, put them back on. “Am I being a nuisance? Would you rather go to sleep?”

 

“No,” Wolfram shook his head. “It's a different kind of tired.”

 

For a few moments they sat in a comfortable silence, Asami sipping his wine, Wolfram staring at the ceiling, both submerged in their thoughts.

 

“You know,” Asami said, “you are very lucky to have married Yuuri. I don't think I'd ever be able to allow something like this. It would drive me crazy.”

 

“Nobody is saying that this isn't driving him crazy,” Wolfram muttered. “Why the hell do you think he left for a few days? He knows what I'm doing when I'm not in my study or in the Castle… He never asks and I never talk about it... but it eats at him.”

 

Asami rubbed his forehead. “This is so messed up.” He sighed. “No, I'd definitely not be able to allow that. Knowing that my woman…”

 

“I'm a man, Asami, a man. You sometimes seem to confuse things.”

 

“I was talking about myself, moron.”

 

“Don't call me a moron. And let's drop this topic - it makes me want to howl at the top of my lungs.”

 

“Pour me another one.”

 

Wolfram got up, sighing. “Fine, fine.” He took the empty glass from Asami and went to the cupboard. After filling it, thinking that it would save some time, he also took the bottle of wine and the carafe of juice to the table.

 

“You know,” Asami said while sipping his fifth glass, “I'd been very skeptical of your and Yuuri's marriage at first. But then I saw how happy he was, and you appeared not to be as bad as I had imagined at first.”

 

“I'm sorry for ruining your illusion.” Wolfram reached for carafe on the table to pour himself some juice.

 

“Well, I knew that your engagement was actually Yuuri's “fault”,” Asami lifted his hands to make quotation-marks with his fingers, “but… But really, I thought that you were in for Yuuri's status and money.”

 

Wolfram rolled his eyes. “About the third of the kingdom and most foreign countries still think that, so don't worry about it.”

 

“I see…” Asami drawled. “Is he any good in bed?”

 

Wolfram choked on his juice. “Asami, you are drunk,” he said after getting his breath back and wiping his lips. He put the half-empty glass onto the table. Why inevitably, after a few glasses, did conversations always turn this way? When drinking, Kyota, for example, could never shut up about his sexual exploits. Or was it that liquor only made the tongue looser and made it spill what was constantly on one's mind? Even he himself, when drunk, for some reason, his thoughts always went south.

 

“Yes, Asami, if you insist on knowing,” Wolfram said, stressing every word, “he satisfies me very well.”

 

Asami waved with his hand drunkenly. “Don't mind the question. It's just that when we were both in school, I'd have never thought that he might be bisexual.”

 

Wolfram gave him a long stare. He was already familiar with the opinions of many of the people on Earth. “Do you think I've “corrupted” him?”

 

His tone was a bit challenging, and, laughing, Asami waved his hand again. “I thought so at first, but after your first time, he told me that it was amazing. Obviously he wouldn't have thought that if he hadn't been bi from the start.” Asami took another sip from his glass.

 

Wolfram stared at him, his face red. “Does he always tell you everything?” he stuttered finally. He would have never guessed that Yuuri and Asami discussed these things. Yuuri hadn't seemed one to wash his dirty linen in public. And to top it all off…why the heck was Yuuri lying?

 

“Hm?” Asami blinked at him. “But I told him about my first girlfriend, too.”

 

“Actually, no,” Wolfram said suddenly, surprising himself. “He lied. Our first time was a disaster,”

 

“Oh, no, no,” Asami laughed, “he wasn't talking about THAT time. That one doesn't count. You didn't really do…”

 

“Oh, shut up, shut up,” Wolfram groaned. If Asami kept this up, he would have to open another bottle and join Asami. Or just go to sleep. He would have to talk to Yuuri about this.

 

“Actually… Well, I'm just curious,” Asami continued. “Have you ever been interested in other guys or women?”

 

Wolfram blinked at Asami. So now their conversation reached this point… Anything he said inevitably was going to reach Yuuri. “Women don't interest me at all. Men… Well, looking doesn't hurt anyone, does it?” With Yuuri ogling nearly every woman he met, Wolfram had decided he also had the right to feast his eyes.

 

“Well, yeah, looking is fine,” Asami agreed enthusiastically. “I like pretty chicks. Yuuri also likes them. It seems that sometimes even too much,” he giggled. “He said that…” Asami's voice caught in his throat. It was too late, though. Wolfram had his eyes locked on him. Oh shit. He had had one or two glasses too many to let his tongue fly like that. It was too late to try and cover up all of this with some lame excuse - Wolfram would not buy it.

 

“I'd like to hear the rest,” Wolfram said with a soft smile that had nothing to do with the look in his eyes. “About how he likes them a bit too much.”

 

Asami scratched his head nervously then pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose.

 

“Did he fuck someone?”

 

“No!” Asami denied quickly, now seriously worrying. “I think it all more or less ended with heavy flirting in some bar or…” Was it him or was his every word making Wolfram even more furious? He really should have not drunk with Wolfram alone.

 

“Asami…” Wolfram drawled in a dangerous tone, “Don't play with me. I might reconsider restoring interrogation with torture… His exact words or actions, what were they?”

 

“Haaahh…” Asami swallowed. “Well, he said that there were some close ones. That's what he said.”

 

“Close ones?” Wolfram repeated. “Close ones?!” He stood up. “I'm gonna kill that bastard!”

 

Asami groaned. Yuuri would never ever talk to him again. He had jeopardized his best friend's marriage. “But probably nothing happened. He just…”

 

“Snogging somewhere in a dirty corner…” Wolfram hissed, not hearing him. He was already storming toward the door. “Damn cheating wimp. I'll really kill the fucker! Always playing the wronged one… Wait till you come back home, bastard!”

 

Asami was left staring at the closed door. He cursed loudly then decided that the best option was to go to sleep. The plan on how to beg Yuuri's forgiveness would have to be worked out tomorrow.

 

XXXXX

 

Yuuri came back three days later, right in time for dinner. He could not understand why, when, as usual after a long trip, he started to give his husband a greeting kiss, but Wolfram ducked it then hissed at him like a snake and marched into the dining room alone. During the entire meal, he was offered only cold glares.

 

“What's with him?” Yuuri whispered to Murata after the meal, when they were dispersing into their rooms.

 

Murata turned to him. He clapped Yuuri on the shoulder. “I don't really know. But you have my condolences - I'm sure that you'll have it tough tonight.”

 

Yuuri could only stare at Murata's retreating back. Not sure what caused his husband's bad mood, he decided to give him some time to cool off and went to the baths. But on entering the royal chamber, it was obvious that Wolfram's mood hadn't changed. Once glance at the blond's tense figure, standing in the half-light of the candles on the table, told him that Murata had been right. There was a storm coming, and it was going to be a bad one. Before Yuuri could say a word, Wolfram moved, suddenly crossing the room with swift angry strides, grabbing a handful of Yuuri's shirt and driving him backwards. Wolfram's free arm was cocked back, his hand closed into a fist, ready to strike as he stared at Yuuri, rage clear in his eyes.

 

Stunned, Yuuri stared back, his mind blank, not even trying to figure out what this was about. There was no reason for Wolfram to be like this.

 

“So what about those close ones, Yuuri?!” Wolfram hissed into his face after a long few seconds, lowering his hand back to his side.

 

Obviously not comprehending what his husband was saying, Yuuri stared at him for a few moments. Then the light dawned and his face showed that he understood.

 

“Always the innocent one!” Wolfram spat, shoving away from Yuuri. “The wronged one! And what the fuck have you been doing behind my back this entire time?! What the hell did you do in Delam this time?! Frequenting taverns and fucking every whore around?!”

 

“Of course not,” Yuuri said in a calm tone, as he hoped that Wolfram would imitate him and they would be able to talk this out, “nothing like that.”

 

His calm tone was misunderstood.

 

“Why the fuck are you so calm about this, bastard?!” Wolfram yelled at him. “Do you even care?!”

 

“I'm not calm, and I do care, Wolfram. I just want for us to sit down and for you to listen to me. Because I know that while you're busy shouting, you never hear anything that's said to you.”

 

“I'm sorry for shouting, you unfaithful fucker!” Wolfram spat. “I'm sorry for even being angry with my cheating husband! Is that what you want to hear?!”

 

“Wolfram, calm down!” Yuuri grabbed the blond's shoulders and shook him. “Stop spouting nonsense!” He pushed Wolfram backwards until his legs pressed against their bed. He applied more pressure to the blond's shoulders and had him seated, then he sat down next to Wolfram. Anger and hurt were reflected on Wolfram's face, but at least he wasn't mindlessly shouting anymore.

 

“Nothing happened,” Yuuri said. “It was long time ago and it was just a few kisses. I was drunk, so was she. It ended with that.”

 

Wolfram smacked at Yuuri's chest angrily. “Liar!”

 

“I'm not lying, Wolfram. Her boyfriend saw us and punched me a good one then dragged her away home. That was the end of it.”

 

“Yuuri, you do realize that you're only making it worse, don't you?” Wolfram grated out between clinched teeth.

 

“Well, you wanted the truth, right? That's how it was. I cannot change that event. I'm a guilty bastard, just as you said. I was a real jerk.”

 

“So much for a squabble with people wanting to steal your car,” Wolfram interjected.

 

Yuuri reddened; Wolfram had a good memory. “I couldn't have possibly told you the real reason for the bruise. I was too ashamed as it was. Getting drunk and trying to get into one of my former classmate's girlfriend's panties during the reunion… That was rich. After sobering up, I thought that I would have been smarter if I had brought you and introduced you to them as my husband.” He took Wolfram's hands into his and, as Wolfram did not object, he thought it was a good sign. “I'm sorry, Wolfram. I really am. You know that I love you,” Yuuri muttered kissing his husband's face. “I was drunk and stupid. I don't even remember her name or face.” He let go of Wolfram's hands and slid his own to the blond's waist, then to his back.

 

Wolfram pushed at Yuuri's shoulders angrily, almost shoving Yuuri off the bed. “Let go!” Glaring at Yuuri, he stood up. “You think that's good enough? `I don't remember her name?' Like shit. You wanted to fuck her. Me... You punch me in the face twice because I'm bound by honor and duty. But you....? A little drink and you choose to betray me. So, fuck you, Yuuri. Use your right hand if you want sex tonight, because I won't be here.”

 

Yuuri slumped, defeated. “Wolfram…”

 

“Don't talk to me, cheater!”

 

Yuuri flinched as the door slammed with nearly enough force to break the windows in the chamber. All he could do now was hope that this would not destroy what little of the trust between them.

 

“That Asami bastard!” Yuuri hissed.

 

XXXXX

 

To Yuuri's immense relief there were no threats of divorce, although Wolfram did not talk to him for a week. He was also sleeping in his old room. All tries to talk him into coming back to their bed ended up with Wolfram giving him the finger.

 

It was late in the evening of the seventh day when Wolfram, wearing pajamas and carrying his uniform and boots, entered the royal chambers. Yuuri made sure to look as welcoming and hospitable as possible. While Wolfram was wordlessly delving in their wardrobe, Yuuri put the book he had been reading aside and lifted the cover from the blond's side of the bed.

 

After putting his clothes in the wardrobe, still without a word, Wolfram walked to the bed. He flopped onto it and an air-whiff of freshly washed hair and body reached Yuuri.

 

“Are you done punishing me?”

 

Wolfram turned to Yuuri with an icy glare. He stared, but then his eyes started to soften. “Yeah, probably,” Wolfram muttered, turning away and lifting his feet of the carpet to get into the bed. “You know,” he said quietly after covering his legs, “actually, I even feel somewhat relieved. Your guilt made me feel less guilty about doing this to you.”

 

Yuuri stayed silent for some time, thinking about what the blond had just said. “As if the scales have balanced?” he sighed then. “Yeah, I suppose I understand what you mean.”

 

They stayed silent, just sitting next to each other in their shared bed. Yuuri was watching Wolfram while the blond was staring at his lap with the cover rumpled on it. He seemed to be doing some serious thinking.

 

“Am I forgiven?” Yuuri asked softly, moving closer to his husband.

 

Wolfram turned his head to him. “I did come here tonight, didn't I?” He ruffled through his hair. “I…thought about this for quite a long time. I don't want things from the past to haunt us. What is needed right now is trust between us, and it has become too strained recently. I know that you love me, you know that I love you, but in the end it all comes down to trust, doesn't it? I've decided that I'll trust you, and it would be for the best if we just forget the rest. But…” he leaned his face close to Yuuri's, his emerald eyes burning dangerously, “gods and goddesses both help you if I ever hear about or see you doing something like that again. With a clear conscience, I'll kill both of you.”

 

Yuuri stared at his husband. He was reminded of his similar statement a few months ago on Earth. Both of them were afraid of exactly the same thing. Yuuri felt as if a stone had been lifted off his chest. And… “Thank you. You won't ever need to worry. And I won't go to the class reunion alone. And won't drink that much. Promise.”

 

Wolfram turned away and reclined his head to stare at the ceiling. “Moron. They won't even send the invitation the next time. You're really an idiot to get drunk and make a fool of yourself in front of your former classmates.”

 

Yuuri ruffled through his dark hair. “Ahh… I wouldn't be surprised.”

 

“What about Asami?”

 

“He doesn't really…he doesn't like such gatherings, so he never goes anyway and wouldn't know anything.”

 

“Not that. I mean how it is now with you and him?”

 

Yuuri sighed. “Well… He'll be very relieved to hear that we made up.”

 

“He probably was very worried and apologized a lot, didn't he?”

 

“Yeah,” Yuuri nodded. “Mmm… Well, we'll make up,” he said, not wanting to think about details.

 

“Yuuri, regarding Asami... I want you to think about what you say to Asami about our sex life. When he started talking about our first time…I felt really, really…well, it was weird.”

 

Yuuri scratched his head. “That was a really long time ago. Well, it's not that I went into details. I was just… After the first time I wanted to share my anxiety with someone. After the second time I was just happy. I don't really see why it's a big deal in this. We just talk about this and that over a bottle, just to... He was simply drunk. He didn't try to insult you, did he?”

 

“No, he didn't.” Wolfram let out a long sigh. He supposed Yuuri was just a common male, wanting to brag about his exploits. “Well, alright. Just restrain yourself from talking about too personal things.”

 

Yuuri nodded. “Sure.” Thinking that the serious part was over, he leaned in. “Is your mouth okay? Can I kiss you?” He smiled as, instead of answering, Wolfram turned his body to him, wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pressed his lips to his. Obviously he had guessed right.

 

Excited by short gentle nibbles on his lips, Yuuri brushed over the blond's lower lip with his tongue then sucked on it. Sliding his hands to the blond's shoulders then to his head and the nape of his neck, he deepened the kiss.

 

“Mmm…” Yuuri purred. He had missed this. With his tongue he could feel two small and hard knobs that had erupted through the tissue and were growing back in place of the old teeth. He brushed over them again.

 

Wolfram squirmed against him and turned his head aside, breaking the kiss.

 

“What?”

 

“The tissue is ticklish.”

 

“Oh. Do you feel the urge to chew on something?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You know like babies do when they have their teeth growing?”

 

Not sure if Yuuri was just playing with him or talking seriously, Wolfram thought for a moment. “I don't know,” he said then. “I haven't noticed anything like that.”

 

“I just thought about getting you something to chew on.” Yuuri grinned. “Like a rubber duck or a teething toy.”

 

“Quit blabbering nonsense.”

 

Yuuri chuckled. “Aww…and I think it would look so cute.”

 

“I'd look like a demented bastard,” Wolfram corrected him, leaning in to cover Yuuri's mouth with his, at the same time pushing his husband down into the bedding, across the bed.

 

“Hmm…” Yuuri hummed into the kiss. Then their mouths parted and he let himself being maneuvered until his back touched the sheets. “Feeling like being on top today?” he muttered against Wolfram's mouth, close to his again after the blond had crawled over him. The prince's palms now were at both sides of Yuuri's head, Wolfram's legs straddling him.

 

Wolfram raised his head to grin at his husband. “What if I do?”

 

Yuuri chuckled. “Well, you're very welcome, then.”

 

With a mischievous grin, the prince lowered his head again. Yuuri closed his eyes and just let himself enjoy the feelings that were starting to build. Wolfram was very good at kissing, and Yuuri loved the pleasant activity.

 

Wolfram's right hand was sliding up and down his husband's chest, the pajama top creasing under the caresses. Yuuri soon felt Wolfram's fingers starting to unbutton his pajama top. Once done, Wolfram pushed the cloth out of his way and then his mouth retreated from Yuuri's to leave burning trails of kisses on his chest.

 

The prince's tongue circled the left bud. He caught it between his teeth and pulled lightly. Yuuri squirmed, his hips rising up. Wolfram played with the hardened nipple then transferred his attention to the right. He felt a light pressure on his head. Yuuri was gently but insistently trying to push him downwards.

 

Giving in into the unrelenting urging, Wolfram's mouth moved south. After reaching the waistband of Yuuri's pajama bottoms, he raised his head. Licking his swollen lips, he climbed off his husband and started working Yuuri's pants off.

 

“Come here,” Yuuri sat up to grab the blond by his waist as soon as he was done with Yuuri's pajamas and underwear. “Oof,” he exhaled as Wolfram fell onto his lap with a soft thud. Yuuri's hands rose to fumble with the buttons on his husband's shirt.

 

“Why are the buttons on your shirts always so small?” Yuuri half complained half purred, leaning in to capture the blond's lips.

 

“They are exactly the same as yours,” Wolfram mumbled against his husband's mouth. “It's you who are too impatient.”

 

“Oh,” Yuuri chuckled, his lips sliding over the blond's chin and to his neck. He kissed the pale skin then nibbled on the Adam's apple. Wolfram smelled of freshness and a shower gel that added a citrus scent to the blond's skin.

 

Yuuri finished unbuttoning his husband's pajama top and brushed it off the blond's shoulders. Wolfram lowered his arms, and the shirt slipped off him neatly to pool behind him. Then the prince freed himself from his husband's arms and slid off the bed. Tossing the shirt onto the floor, he opened the drawer of the nightstand next to their bed. After retrieving the needed tube, he threw it next to Yuuri then pulled his pajama bottoms off.

 

Yuuri reached for the blond and, wrapping his fingers around his wrist, he dragged Wolfram back into the bed. His fingers playing with the wedding bracelet, Yuuri pulled his husband close for another kiss. Lately, Wolfram didn't take the band off even when bathing. Even though it pleased Yuuri, the bracelet had lost its shine. He thought about telling Wolfram about it, but…later.

 

The prince pushed at his husband's chest to have Yuuri lying underneath him. With his palms, he brushed over the pointed nubs to entice them further. Appreciating the attention, Yuuri's arms wrapped around the blond's shoulders and neck. Wolfram moved south. Ignoring the hard length that was demandingly pointing upwards, he took the tube and squeezed out some of the contents onto his fingers. Then he slid his hand in between his husband's legs, and Yuuri shifted, spreading his legs to give him better access.

 

Wolfram slid his index finger inside. Yuuri did not seem to be uncomfortable and, after pushing it in and out a few times, Wolfram added another one. He crooked his fingers.

 

“Mhmm…” Yuuri hummed to show Wolfram that he had found what he had been looking for.

 

The massage of the gland made Yuuri spread his legs wider. The strengthening waves of pleasure made him rhythmically clamp and unclamp on the blond's fingers. Soon he was going to reach the point from which there was only one way.

 

Yuuri licked his lips when the fingers slipped out of him. Wolfram reached for his pillow that was lying next to his husband's head. Yuuri lifted his hips and, Wolfram pushed it under his backside. He reached for the tube of lubricant again and coated his member. He maneuvered himself so that he was now between Yuuri's spread legs and started pushing in. He slid in quite easily, Yuuri not showing any signs of discomfort. He started taking deeper breaths to relax himself, but that was it.

 

Once fully sheathed, Wolfram waited for a few moments to let his husband adjust to the intrusion then carefully pulled out so that only the tip stayed inside and pushed back. Yuuri grunted at the few first thrusts then his hips started following the rhythm. The muscles in his neck relaxed, and his head settled comfortably onto the pillow, his eyes closing.

 

“Mmm… that's good,” Yuuri hummed after a minute of the leisurely rhythm. Wolfram was slow, the thrusts measured and full. Yuuri's lower lip was caught between his teeth. “This is really…ohhh…good…” He wrapped his arms around Wolfram's neck and shoulders, the blond resting his head on the crook of Yuuri's shoulder.

 

They kept the deliberate pace for another few minutes, but it soon started to put a strain on their bodies. Yuuri started to sweat. He was burning from the inside, the irresistible impulse to increase the pressure swamping his senses. His fingers scrapped across the blond's shoulders.

 

“Faster.” His hand moved to his groin but was intercepted halfway, Wolfram pushing it aside then entwining their fingers and pressing their hands into the bedding not giving Yuuri another opportunity to touch himself. This time it was his turn to tease Yuuri.

 

Yuuri's soft moans and grunts were becoming desperate. Wolfram could feel slick wetness between their stomachs. At some point Yuuri had wrapped his legs around him. He was also as impatient as Yuuri, but wanted to draw this out at least for another five minutes. He raised his head to look at Yuuri.

 

Looking at Yuuri's face had been a mistake. The expression of pure unfulfilled lust struck Wolfram hard. He could hardly contain himself anymore. Plans about prolonging the pleasure fled his head and his hips slammed into Yuuri with a new pace.

 

“Oh yes,” Yuuri moaned, his eyes rolling upwards in his head. “Oh, yes, fuck me silly.”

 

“Shit,” Wolfram panted, not caring about drawing this out anymore. Yuuri's mindless groans dissolved any of the resolve that he had, and, he started pounding with all the pent up lust he had in his body.

 

Their bodies meshed fervently with loud slaps of flesh against flesh, pants and groans echoing in the chambers.

 

“I'm going…” Yuuri groaned, his fingers digging deeper into Wolfram's shoulders, his other hand squeezing the blond's mindlessly, his toes curling. “I'm… Ughn!”

 

Yuuri's back arched, his head falling back with a loud cry. He started spilling between their stomachs.

 

Wolfram gasped at the almost painful restriction around him and then he was undone, his own body arching, blood pounding in his ears, his mouth open with a soundless cry.

 

Returning to his senses, Wolfram felt Yuuri stroking his back. He purred at the pleasant sensation that added to his afterglow. He wanted to stay like this longer, but then Yuuri rolled them over, and he slipped out from between Yuuri's thighs. Dizzily, he answered Yuuri's deep kisses.

 

“What's with your orgasms?”

 

“Mmm?” Wolfram hummed contentedly.

 

“I'm not one to complain, but I don't think that they're really normal.”

 

“Mmm?”

 

Yuuri stroked the blond locks then shrugged. “Never mind.” He chuckled when Wolfram did exactly that and after snuggling as close to him as possible was out in an instant. Yuuri looked around then grabbed his pajama top laying next to him, cleaning himself as best as he could and followed his husband into the land of dreams.

 

XXXXX

 

“Mmm…?” Yuuri shifted in the bed. Still half-asleep, he opened his eyes to look for the sound that that woke him up. Feelings of relief and fulfillment filled him when he saw Wolfram standing at the window. Right, he and Wolfram made up. Yuuri smiled unconsciously. The wind was howling outside. Was that rain?

 

“It's started raining; I closed the window,” Wolfram explained, brushing the curtains back over the now closed window. He reached the bed and climbed back into it.

 

Yuuri hummed something again then turned on his side to spoon up behind his husband's back. A few seconds after wrapping his arm around the blond's waist, he fell asleep again.

 

XXXXX

 

The morning was rainy, but the day brightened in the afternoon, and Wolfram decided to invite his guest for a walk in the garden. The count of the women that he had met had reached fifteen. This one was nothing exceptional. He had seen Lady Buanta a few times earlier during various occasions. Her application said that she was a full-blooded Mazoku, a user of Earth element, aged twenty-one, although she looked older. Her appearance was pleasant and Wolfram thought that there was everything alright with her figure, but she wasn't a beauty. She had blonde hair, similar to Wolfram's own. The blue eyes were mostly lowered and when they looked up, Wolfram thought that he could recognize bafflement and embarrassment. She also seemed somewhat stiff in that puffed out blue dress, even though she was keeping up the conversation about horses with a precise ease.

 

 

Once they sat down on a bench in the garden, Wolfram gave her an opportunity to question him. She asked him about Cecilie and his brothers then their conversation reached a full stop. A few seconds of silence passed and she reddened then started fidgeting with the ribbons of her dress.

 

From the application that he had been given earlier, Wolfram knew that her family was deeply in debt. It was obvious that this was a desperate try to get the needed money. Heseren Buanta was the only child of her parents. Wolfram had seen her father, Ohar Buanta, a few times in conferences and banquets, and he had struck Wolfram as a very strict man. He also remembered seeing Halian Buanta, Heseren's mother, whom he remembered only because she had looked like a cornered housewife dutifully following her husband everywhere he went and endorsing anything he said.

 

The daughter gave Wolfram a similar impression, even though it seemed that she was trying hard to appear confident and dazzling. Wolfram did not know what he was looking for, but this woman was far from that obscure image he had in his head.

 

Wolfram stood up from the bench. “Well, I think we should end this here today,” he said politely. “I'll send my response directly to Sir Buanta.”

 

“Thank you,” Heseren said, taking the offered hand and also standing up.

 

Heseren's face showed that she understood that she had been rejected. Wolfram noticed there was some regret, but it did not seem that she was overly disappointed.

 

Wolfram's brows creased in a frown when, after he took Heseren's hand, the folds of her sleeve opened up, and, just above her wrist, he saw a few marks that were suspiciously similar to handprints. They were carefully powdered, but the bruises were unmistakably there.

 

“What's this?” Wolfram asked, brushing the cloth aside.

 

Heseren nearly jerked her hand out of his. She lowered her arms so that the sleeves would completely cover them, just like earlier.

 

“I see,” Wolfram said finally when she stayed quiet. He sighed and sat back down onto the bench. For some reason he felt like telling her the truth. Was it because he wanted to at least show her some justice? “I'll send a letter to your father with my refusal, you know it. You… I think you need to find a proper man. I don't want to ruin your life. The way things are now... We both would just regret it.”

 

Heseren just stood next to the bench, with her head lowered, still keeping silent, and Wolfram took it as an agreement. He stood up and turned towards the gate. Heseren followed the prince for a few meters down the path then suddenly grabbed him by his sleeve.

 

“Your Highness…”

 

Wolfram stopped and turned around, but she did not let go of his sleeve.

 

“Your Highness,” she repeated in a strong voice, which, despite her huge effort, shook at times, “if you reject me, I'll be made to marry someone chosen by my father. Your Highness is a good and honorable man. Please, do not turn me down, Your Highness.”

 

Perplexed, Wolfram watched the young woman. She had let go of his sleeve and was now looking at him expectantly.

 

“You silly girl, you don't know that I'm good, even less that I'm honorable,” Wolfram muttered.

 

“Your Highness,” Heseren spoke again. “I have already met two candidates to be my husband. Your Highness is the third man I've been offered to. This is why I'm asking Your Highness to pick me as your surrogate, your Entrusted Lady.”

 

Wolfram ruffled through his hair. “So I'm the best option so far?” This was the first time he had been turned into one of the options just like the women he had met and it made him feel as if he and Heseren were in the same boat. And he had to agree that the woman was much bolder than he had thought at first; it must have cost her a lot of dignity and strength to speak up. With years, she would make a fine woman.

 

“Alright,” Wolfram nodded finally, “let me think about this for a day or two.”

 

XXXXX

 

Two days later the prince sent an invitation for Heseren to meet with him after having checked her and her family more thoroughly. According to Yozak, the servants described the family just as Wolfram had understood: a despotic father, a cornered wife and a daughter who had suddenly turned into a possibility to bring at least some financial relief to the family. In fact, it wasn't that untypical a family.

 

“Your Highness,” Heseren bowed after entering Wolfram's study.

 

Wolfram stood up in greeting then offered the chair opposite his desk. He also sat down. Out of habit he ruffled through the documents on his desk then pushed them aside. He put his hands onto the desk, crossed his fingers and leaned into his chair.

 

Today Heseren Buanta looked much more confident in herself. Wolfram knew that Heseren already presumed that that he had called for her to give her a positive answer - he wouldn't have bothered to invite her otherwise.

 

“Lady Buanta, let's make a deal, then,” Wolfram spoke. “You will bear me an heir and for that you will get your own estate to govern. I'll repay your father's obligations, but any further connection is only between you and me. After the child reaches the age of five, you can choose whether you want to stay with the child in Blood Pledge Castle or move away to your estate.” Then Wolfram added: “Of course, it's only natural that as a mother of my child, I'd prefer that you stayed by his side. But even if you choose to leave, you'll have a right to see the child whenever you wish.”

 

Heseren nodded silently, thinking.

 

“You won't be tied down. After the child reaches five years old, you are free to do anything you want with your life,” Wolfram continued. “You can marry or just continue to carry the title of an Entrusted Lady.”

 

Heseren's lips formed a somewhat sardonic smile. “It's really different from what I thought my life would be when I still was a kid…” Then she nodded in agreement. “But it's much more than I could have expected. I accept the deal, Your Highness.”

 

“Good,” Wolfram said, relieved, hoping that this part was finally done. He took a paper case from his desk and held it out for Heseren. “Then sign these papers. After putting your signature on them you'll become my Entrusted Lady.” Wolfram then gave Heseren a look that puzzled her. “As you will find out after reading the document, a part of the deal is the agreement that approaching His Majesty on your own is strictly forbidden. Breaking this rule will result in you breaching the contract and I'll send you back to your father.”

 

Heseren's hand faltered over the documents. “His Majesty doesn't approve of me?” she asked, obviously alarmed and confused. She lowered her hand, not taking the documents. “I'm sorry to say this, but if His Majesty doesn't like me, I'll have to refuse; it will be too troublesome to live here.”

 

Lost, Wolfram ruffled through his hair. He lowered the documents back to the table. He had presumed that this might cause some hesitation, but he had not thought that Heseren would refuse out right. “Mm… It's not really like that. Actually His Majesty doesn't even know you,” he started explaining. “I was allowed to have an Entrusted Lady only with the condition that it is done discreetly.” Wolfram watched the young woman, hoping that she understood him.

 

“I did not know that His Majesty was a jealous sort…” Heseren said with a smile. The smile soon faded, replaced by worry about her future. “What about leaving the Castle? Going for a walk?” she questioned.

 

“Ehhh… Well, as the wing you'll be staying at is nearly the opposite end of the Castle from ours, I mean, His Majesty's” Wolfram corrected himself, “it shouldn't cause any trouble. You can leave and return whenever you wish, but it would be best if you told someone before leaving the Castle. When you become the Entrusted Lady of the Prince Consort you might also become a target for kidnappers and various machinations, so you should have an escort before going anywhere.”

 

Heseren nodded. She had figured that much earlier.

 

Wolfram thought for a moment. “Actually it's the same wing where the Great Sage is staying with his big family,” he said then. “So I don't think that you would be lonely there - his wives are quite lively and I'm sure you can make friends with them. You are also allowed to hire your own servants and bring your friends over. As said, I won't restrict you in any way except for…avoiding His Majesty.”

 

“So I won't even able to sit at the same table with Your Highness?” Heseren asked.

 

At this point Wolfram felt really uncomfortable. “Yes, it would seem so,” he admitted.

 

Heseren sighed then shrugged. “Well, nobody said it was going to be easy, right?” She held out her hand to take the documents.

 

It took Heseren several minutes to read through them. “This really is like a business deal,” she opined after taking a pen that was offered by Wolfram.

 

Wolfram nodded. “So there should be no misunderstanding of where we each stand.”

 

Heseren raised her eyes from the document. “It says here that if I don't get pregnant in half a year then the deal is called off.”

 

“Yes, this is right,” Wolfram nodded.

 

“And what if it's Your Highness' fault?”

 

Wolfram chuckled. “Well, I suppose we won't know that until I take another Entrusted Lady.” He laughed softly, amused. “If it appears to be the truth, I'll offer some compensation. Let's say ten thousand. Is this alright?”

 

Heseren also laughed. “Yes, it's alright.” She was grateful that the way the prince was presenting all this was easing the tension, even when the matter was very serious.

 

Wolfram took the document from Heseren to include the new subsection then gave it back to her.

 

She read the newly added paragraph and started to sign but then raised her hand and rolled the pen between her fingers. “What if it's a girl?” she asked.

 

Wolfram gave her a smile that spoke volumes. “Then it means that we'll have more children than we originally intended and will have to try again.”

 

TBC