Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 12 ( Chapter 12 )

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: There's a new club on Y!Gallery where you can find many characters from this trilogy: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/club/7069/

 

 

Inexorable Flow

 

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

 

Part 12

 

Heseren felt better, and Wolfram left the bathroom. As soon as he entered the bedroom, the reek of alcohol and sex assaulted his senses. There was no doubt about what they had been doing. He hurried to the windows and opened them to let some fresh air into the room. After he had brushed the curtains back, it appeared that it was nearly midday, the sun glowing brightly.

 

Wolfram turned back and saw that Heseren was already dressed in a light peignoir. Automatically tying its bands, she was staring at the bottles scattered around.

 

“Kick them under the bed,” Wolfram said. “I'll call in the servants to ready a bath.”

 

With the tips of her toes, the Entrusted Lady rolled the bottles under the bed while Wolfram dressed. He went to call the servants, and, about ten minutes later, they started streaming in with buckets filled with hot water. They filled the tub in the bathroom, and Heseren took her bath. Waiting for her to finish, Wolfram, dressed in yesterday's clothes, was sitting at the table and staring out of the window while listening to the splashing water sounds coming from the bathroom.

 

When Heseren was done, Wolfram gathered the bottles, wrapped them in a towel and, with Heseren, left for the kitchen. Walking through a corridor empty of guards, he left the bottles with the towel against the wall.

 

The cooks quickly prepared a late breakfast, and they ate. Heseren barely had an appetite, meanwhile Wolfram ate heartily and fried chicken wings and creamy rolls were disappearing in his mouth. Heseren was a little surprised that the man who was half-dead about an hour ago was now sweeping everything off the table. His hangover was gone and he seemed to be in a quite good mood, which was the opposite of when he woke up. It was silent at the table and she thought about asking him what had caused the change, but then decided she didn't really care about the prince's moods.

 

After the meal, Heseren went back to her chambers, and Wolfram headed off to the Royal Bath where he carefully scrubbed away any trace of last night, even washing his hair, before changing into a clean uniform and going to his study. A pile of documents and a bunch of letters brought in this morning were on his desk. His thoughts were not here, but he forced himself to concentrate and first read the letters and wrote answers to a few of them, then undertook the task of analyzing the documents. He put his signature on most of them, sorted out the ones that he wanted to discuss with Yuuri or Gunter, then put aside the ones that he was going to return for corrections or which were not acceptable at all.

 

It was Sunday and Wolfram knew that usually Yuuri finished his work at about three o'clock. Then he would go to have dinner, afterward the two of them would walk in the garden, go for a ride or just retire to their chambers and spend a peaceful evening there talking, reading or just lounging about. After coming to Shin Makoku for the first time, Yuuri had insisted that Sunday would be a holiday for him. It was met with some surprise, but his wish was fulfilled. But further into his reign, he seemed to realize that a king's work was never done.

 

Wolfram leaned back in the chair and wondered what he should do - it was nearly three o'clock. He was hesitant about going to the dining-room and meeting Yuuri. He didn't feel ready. On the other hand, he was a little worried that Yuuri, running out of patience, might come to see him.

 

Uneasy, Wolfram's eyes turned towards the door where he suddenly heard someone's fast steps approaching. A strong knock on the door followed and it opened without him being fast enough to answer. Wolfram exhaled the breath he had been holding. He nodded.

 

“Kyota.”

 

“Hey,” the blue-haired man answered, crossing the study in a couple of big steps. He flopped into the chair opposite Wolfram's desk. “I went to your Entrusted Lady's chambers, but she said you had left her hours ago. I'm a little worried that last night might have scrambled your brains,” he spilled in one go while pointing at his own head with his index finger. “To exchange a woman like that for a pile of this…” he motioned with his hand at Wolfram's desk buried under papers.

 

Wolfram threw him a sharp look. “Kyota.” He knew it was Kyota's way of showing his concern about him, but he did not want to hear jokes about the situation.

 

His friend fell silent. “Are you alright, Wolfram?” he asked after a moment.

 

“Hmm…” Wolfram pursed his lips. “Actually, I'm much better than you'd think. I don't remember a thing, but I hope she does get pregnant.”

 

Confused, Kyota looked at him. “You don't remember?” he asked, perplexed.

 

“Not a thing,” Wolfram confirmed. “I'm grateful to the Great Sage. I don't know what the hell was in that bottle that he gave me, but when I woke up it was all over. I was somewhat angry at first but then… I think it was exactly what I had in mind when I went to him asking for help.”

 

“Ah,” Kyota sighed. “Figures.”

 

Kyota was relieved. Maybe it would be alright now. The matter was very delicate between Wolfram and Yuuri. Yesterday Kyota had been present at the initiation and the gathering in the Castle but he did not want to make things worse. To blatantly stay close to Wolfram and greet the Entrusted Lady would have showed his support of Wolfram and his right to have her, leaving Yuuri on the other side, which would actually make an even bigger gap in their marriage. Kyota had decided that he had to act reasonably and left the gathering early.

 

Kyota knew Wolfram was not interested in women at all and he had been quite worried at how it would turn out. Wolfram was not the first or the last needing to use an Entrusted Lady's services, but there was Yuuri's, jealousy and anger to consider. All of which put a huge strain on Wolfram who would not even wanted an Entrusted Lady if not for the demands of his House. Kyota was worried that unable to cope with the pressure, Wolfram might realize it in hating the woman. Yuuri's distaste towards her was obvious. With these two men united negatively toward her, her life could easily turn into a complete nightmare. For now though, Wolfram seemed to be acting reasonably which would prevent Yuuri's interference.

 

“I've seen Yuuri roaming around. He didn't look that good,” Kyota said. “You should go to him.”

 

Wolfram leaned his head on the backrest. He let out a long sigh. “I want to, but I have no idea what to say. Will I even be able to look him in the eyes?”

 

Kyota gave him a serious look. “I'm sure he just wants to see you.” The smile he offered was somewhat bitter. “All he wants is for you to love him and stay by his side. You know this better than anyone else. He would probably forgive you anything. Knowing his background…I didn't think he would allow you to have the woman. He's let you walk all over his ego.”

 

Wolfram stared at the ceiling. The lecture was getting old. But Kyota was right about Yuuri's feelings. “I was surprised,” Wolfram admitted. “During the last few years of our marriage he has become very possessive.”

 

“Now he will be even more so. You have tested and pushed the limits and your relationship still held. Now he will expect…”

 

With a wave of his hand, Wolfram made him fall silent. “He has always been my first priority anyway. He didn't need to make it one of the conditions.”

 

“Things change, Wolfram. Love fades away. Now…even if you…he has bound you to him.”

 

Wolfram spat in distaste. “You think too poorly of him.”

 

Kyota chuckled. “No, I like to think I know your husband pretty well. The thing is...feelings, rationality and ego rarely walk together. I know that from my own experience,” he laughed softly. “You should know it too - you chased him for nearly two years after all. And you did get what you wanted. Now, he will try to keep you at all costs.”

 

Wolfram sighed. He was simply tired of it all. “Why did you come here, Kyota?” he muttered.

 

Shrugging, Kyota chuckled. “I think that sometimes you think too highly of your husband. Right now you're ashamed, feel guilty and are afraid to look him in the eyes. He doesn't care about your fears. Right now he just wants you to come back to him and show him that you still belong to him. This is what “him being your first priority” means. Forget about yourself, Wolfram. It's all about him now. Don't make him come here looking for you.”

 

Wolfram looked at him. Kyota was right, of course. “It seems that with the years you're becoming more and more sensible,” he muttered.

 

“Oh, don't make me sound so old,” Kyota laughed.

 

Wolfram shifted in the chair to get more comfortable. “How is Leahir?” he asked, indicating that the conversation about him and Yuuri was over.

 

“Leahir?” Kyota repeated, shrugging. “He's fine. He was glad for the opportunity yesterday to show off his new dress.” He winked at Wolfram. “He looked really good in all those frills.”

 

Wolfram scratched his brow. He still could not figure out the appeal in that, so he had no idea of what to say. But his tongue still slipped: “I would have a heart attack if I saw Yuuri wearing something like that.”

 

Kyota stared at his friend silently while trying to imagine that then burst out laughing. “Yeah, so would I.”

 

Grinning, the two of them gazed at each other chuckling. Then Wolfram lowered his eyes to the desk and pushed himself away from it.

 

“I think I'll follow your advice and go have dinner. Join us.”

 

Kyota nodded, accepting the invitation. He stood up and followed Wolfram out of the study.

 

When they came to the dining-room, Leahir (this time wearing trousers), Yuuri and the rest of the household were already sitting at the table, eating. Wolfram and Kyota greeted them and, with Yuuri's gaze locked on him, Wolfram came to take his place at his right side.

 

During the meal, Yuuri was nearly staring at him, his eyes dark and intense as if the king were trying to see if there were any changes in him. Thinking he was doing it unnoticeably, Yuuri even sniffed him. Yuuri hardly touched his food.

 

Cecilie was almost the only one talking at the table. She informed everyone that Heseren's parents were currently saying their farewells to their daughter and were going to leave the castle in a few minutes. Wolfram said that he had no interest in seeing them out. He thought that they were fortunate enough that he had agreed to pay off their debts.

 

Soon Yuuri, Wolfram, Kyota and Leahir were left alone at the table. Wolfram and Kyota were finishing eating, the other two were waiting for them. Kyota and Leahir were keeping up a light conversation. After the meal they were planning on going to the lake that was near Blood Pledge Castle.

 

“Why don't we join them, Yuuri?” Wolfram asked. He was licking his fingers to clean the frosting that was left by the roll that he had just eaten. He looked at Yuuri to see what his husband thought about the suggestion. However, Yuuri seemed to be more interested in Wolfram's lips and fingers. There was still that dark look in them, with something primal. Not taking his eyes off his husband, Wolfram's tongue snuck out to circle around the top of one of the digits once again. Yuuri's gaze followed. Experimenting, Wolfram slid it into his mouth to clean off the rest of already nonexistent frosting. Yuuri's dark eyes seemed to be fascinated with the simple action.

 

So were Kyota and Leahir.

 

Wolfram's finger left his mouth with a loud pop. He blushed. Kyota cleared his throat. Leahir seemed to be immensely interested in what was going on in his tea mug. Yuuri was still staring at Wolfram's mouth.

 

“Yuuri.”

 

No reaction.

 

“Yuuri!”

 

Yuuri actually jerked, his eyes snapping to Wolfram's questioningly. “Yes?”

 

“I asked if we couldn't join Kyota and Leahir at the lake.”

 

Yuuri stared at him for a moment then gave a nod.

 

XXXXX

 

The small outing went well. Despite Wolfram being somewhat skeptical at first, the two of them managed to relax. The summer was already nearing its end, but the weather was still warm enough for swimming. They went for a swim with Kyota and Leahir then stretched out under a tree to dry off. The light conversation improved their moods. They left the lake when the sun started setting and were at the Castle when it was already dark, only candles in the windows and torches glimmering.

 

When Wolfram came in from the baths, Yuuri was already lying in the bed. After taking a few steps into the bedroom, he saw that Yuuri was not sleeping, just lying on his back and gazing at him, watching him approach. He would have been surprised to see Yuuri already asleep. The air seemed to be filled with tension.

 

Under that observant gaze, Wolfram approached the bed and slipped under the covers. With a wave of his hand, he extinguished the candles on the table. At first it was silent in the bedroom then Wolfram heard the bed creaking and Yuuri's warm breath ghosted over his cheek. His eyes still not having adjusted to the darkness, Wolfram could not see anything. He felt Yuuri's hands sliding over his chest, and fingers fumbling with the buttons on his pajama top. Yuuri's lips sought out his. At first the kiss was gentle, but it soon became something precarious, making Wolfram feel as if he was being pulled into the deep darkness that he had seen in Yuuri's eyes at the dinner table.

 

The kiss broke. Yuuri was still fumbling with the buttons on Wolfram's shirt. Then Wolfram swore he physically felt something snap in Yuuri. Whether it was his patience or his frustration, anger or jealousy, Wolfram didn't know, but he found himself pressed into the bedding. Forcing a kiss that was bruising his lips, Yuuri ripped the blond's pajama top right off his body. Starting to become alarmed, Wolfram tried to answer the kiss, but it ended up with Yuuri pulling at his hair to expose his neck. Teeth scrapped across the pale skin alternating with Yuuri's forceful mouth. That was going to leave bright-colored hickeys all over his neck for everyone to see tomorrow.

 

Yuuri's lips attacked his chest. Wolfram felt teeth grazing across the right nipple, then they bit down, making the blond jerk underneath his husband. Wolfram wasn't sure whether it was more painful or arousing and he let Yuuri do the same with his left nipple. The sharp stab of pain made him grab at Yuuri's hair. Yuuri raised his head, and his face, nearly glowing in the darkness with intensity, made Wolfram even more uneasy.

 

It seemed that Wolfram's reaction returned some sense to Yuuri. The next kiss was gentler, less angry. But the longer the kiss continued, the tenderness was fading, the hunger, irritation and possessiveness, starting to seep through. Yuuri's hands slid to his waistband then into the pants. Grabbing Wolfram's half-hard member, Yuuri started giving him quick, demanding strokes. Having him at full attention, Yuuri began pulling the blond's pants off. Once done, he peeled his own away.

 

Pressing Wolfram into the bedding, Yuuri slid in between his legs. He lifted Wolfram's right leg, putting it onto his shoulder. After slicking his cock with his saliva, he plunged into Wolfram. Wolfram grimaced - Yuuri had never been so reckless before.

 

The few first thrusts were alright, but then it started too feel too uncomfortable and Wolfram squirmed. There was too much friction with only saliva for lubrication. He told Yuuri that he needed to get the lubricant from the drawer in the nightstand. Yuuri didn't seem to be listening to him, though. Wolfram frowned in pain. Gasping at the forceful thrusts, Wolfram lifted himself to push at Yuuri's shoulders. That made Yuuri's grip on Wolfram's thigh tighten, his body lean forward and press Wolfram deeper into the bedding.

 

“You're mine, Wolfram! Don't you forget that!” Yuuri wheezed out in a weird guttural voice.

 

If he hadn't been in pain, Wolfram would have probably not resisted, and just felt worried or surprised or maybe just accepted it as an unavoidable thing, but now, with his left leg he kicked at Yuuri's chest with enough force to shove his husband off him. Yuuri slid off the bed and thumped onto the carpet on his backside.

 

“For fuck's sake, Yuuri, that hurts!” Wolfram snapped at Yuuri who just sat on the carpet, sprawled, hard, staring at him with a facial expression befitting a stunned child who was not able to believe what just had happened.

 

Wolfram was neither able to see the dazed expression nor the following fear on his husband's face. He frowned when Yuuri abruptly jumped to his feet and frantically looked around, then grabbed the dressing-gown from the chair and shot to the door forcing his arms into it as he moved.

 

“Where the hell are you going?” Wolfram asked in a loud voice. “Don't you dare run away!”

 

“Wolfram, I…” Yuuri started in a voice that was nearly choked off in his throat. He was not looking at the blond's shadowy figure and he turned away when the candles on the table flared to life. “I… I nearly...,” the strength left his legs and he ungracefully flopped back onto the carpet, “no, I raped you…”

 

From the bed, Wolfram stared at his husband's figure on the carpet, surrounded by jumping shadows created by the candles. Wincing, he quickly slid off the bed, going to his husband and kneeling beside him. “Yuuri, you idiot,” he murmured softly, embracing his husband. “A bit of rough sex won't kill me.” He flinched when Yuuri wrapped his arms around him and squeezed so hard that Wolfram thought he could hear his bones creak. He could understand Yuuri's distress but knew that Yuuri would never intentionally hurt him this way. It was just stress, and he felt somewhat idiotic trying to convince his own husband that it would take a much greater effort to rape him.

 

“I'm sorry,” Wolfram said, stroking Yuuri's back.

 

Something suffocating was stuck in Yuuri's throat, refusing to be swallowed and wanting out. Why was Wolfram apologizing when he was the one bleeding?

 

“I'm sorry for making you hurt so much,” Wolfram said, quietly, but sincerely.

 

At Wolfram's words, Yuuri suddenly felt that couldn't hold it all in anymore. It was as if the plug was finally torn out of his throat, his eyes and nose filling with salty liquid. Wolfram was his everything. If not for Wolfram, he would probably have never left Earth to return to Shin Makoku for good. With Wolfram it was…it was just as if he had married into different house called Mearan. It was just because Wolfram was beside him that he could bear the thought of forever staying in a world that was not his. It was Wolfram's world and because of Wolfram he chose to stay. And…

 

“Hey, c'mon, now,” Wolfram soothed him softly.

 

Yuuri sobbed. “I'm afraid you will leave me and…”

 

Chuckling silently, Wolfram pressed Yuuri's head to his shoulder and started stroking his hair. Yuuri's face was hot against his skin. “Leave you because of that woman?” He laughed again as to his ears it sounded absurd. He suddenly grabbed Yuuri's face between his hands and lifted it. “Yuuri, I don't like women. Their breasts scare the hell out of me. Their lack of a dick disturbs me. I can't sleep with that woman without three bottles of liquor. If I tried it naturally, I'd probably have nightmares about red yawning gulfs for the rest of my life.”

 

Yuuri's eyes, with transparent droplets hanging on eyelashes above them, stared at Wolfram. Wolfram could not tell if his husband felt relieved, revolted or soothed by what he said or just felt overwhelmed by everything. As if he were a doll with broken strings, Yuuri let himself be lifted and seated on the bed.

 

“Are you okay?” Yuuri asked, his voice shaking. He could see a thin strip of smeared red on Wolfram's inner thigh. There was not much but… “I'm really sorry. I…”

 

Wolfram looked at himself. He reached into the drawer for a handkerchief. “I'm fine,” he said, wiping away the blood.

 

“I love you, Wolfram,” Yuuri said, his eyes nearly pleading. For what, Yuuri was not really sure. It was either for forgiveness or love, but when Wolfram's lips gently touched his, he thought that maybe it was for that.

 

“I know,” Wolfram said after breaking the kiss. He tossed the handkerchief onto the floor. “You know that I love you, too.”

 

That seemed to work on calming his husband, Yuuri relaxing a bit and slumping against him. Wolfram decided that they really needed to go to sleep. The day simply had been too stressful for both of them. They would just forget this outburst. Wolfram tugged at Yuuri's dressing-gown.

 

“C'mon, let's go to sleep.”

 

Yuuri slipped off the robe, Wolfram tossing it onto the carpet. Naked, they got under the cover and, after a few light kisses, Wolfram pressed himself against his husband, pulling his arms around him. A few moments later, they fell asleep.

 

XXXXX

 

Yuuri woke up late. From the light seeping through the curtains of the window, his eyes went to the blond head in front of him. Wondering why he had not been awakened earlier, he reached out to thread his fingers through the blond tendrils curling on the pale nape. He leaned over to kiss the bare shoulder protruding from under the cover. He felt ashamed of himself for yesterday's outburst. He had hurt Wolfram. Then it had even come to pleading with Wolfram not to leave him. What had Wolfram thought about his desperate, grasping state of mind? More importantly, what had Wolfram thought about him doing that to him?

 

“Mmm…”

 

“Good morning,” Yuuri said, kissing the blond head. He heard Wolfram yawn, then his husband turned to face him.

 

“Morning.”

 

Rather tense, Yuuri watched the blond's face. But he couldn't see anything except for sleepiness and lazily blinking eyes. Wolfram had never been a morning person. He often confused dreams with reality when not fully awake. Yuuri was sure of that because Wolfram sometimes kicked or mumbled in his sleep. Though, Wolfram did like sex in the mornings. It helped him to wake up.

 

Tentatively, Yuuri slid his arm around his husband's waist. The skin there was warm and smooth. Wolfram's drowsily blinking eyes concentrated on him, then a lazy smile appeared on his face. He let himself be pulled close to Yuuri which let him feel Wolfram's morning erection press against his stomach.

 

Yuuri leaned in to softly nibble on the blond's collarbone. His hand started to caress Wolfram's back. Wolfram hummed contently at the attention. He rolled to his back, his arms twining around Yuuri's neck and pulling him on top of himself. Yuuri's hands slid over Wolfram's sides, caressing his ribs and waist. Not trusting his morning breath, he just gave his husband a soft peck on his lips. He grunted when Wolfram's hands slipped into his hair to hold him and press their mouths together. His teeth scrapped across Yuuri's lower lip and Yuuri opened his mouth to let him in. A deep kiss ensued, the prince nearly purring.

 

They kissed for a minute then Wolfram's hands left Yuuri's hair to slide over his shoulders and back. For a short moment they settled on the small of Yuuri's back then slid lower to grasp the globes of his firm backside. Yuuri moaned softly into the blond's mouth, his hips pushing forward into Wolfram's stomach. Shifting a little so that their erections pressed together, Yuuri started to rock slowly.

 

Their breathing began to get faster, their eyes closing while both of them savored the sparks of lust that flared up. Wolfram's right hand left Yuuri's ass. His fingers flicked over the crack, then pressed forward. Yuuri groaned loudly, his backside pushing against the fingers. He spread his legs to give Wolfram better access.

 

Feeling that he was near, Yuuri pulled away. Panting, he stared down at Wolfram's face to relish its expression. The blond's face was flushed, his eyes half-closed with nebulous lust clouding them.

 

“What?”

 

Yuuri shook his head, a smile mixing with desire on his face. “Nothing, I just like this look on you.” He laughed softly when Wolfram's already flushed cheeks reddened even more.

 

“Get the lube, moron,” the blond muttered in an embarrassed voice.

 

“Why do you always have to call me names?” Yuuri chuckled, sliding closer to the edge of the bed and reaching out for the nightstand to open a drawer.

 

“It's because you're talking nonsense.”

 

“Hmm…” Yuuri hummed, retrieving a tube. Seeing that it was empty, he tossed it to the end of the room where a trashcan stood. It hit the can and bounced off. Yuuri turned away and delved into the drawer to retrieve another tube. He turned back to Wolfram who lay spread out on the huge bed. “Actually, the sight makes me want to say another bunch of things,” Yuuri said. He laughed when the blond rolled his eyes.

 

Yuuri crawled to Wolfram, the blond reaching out for him and pulling his husband down for another kiss. Their tongues clashed, Yuuri trying to overwhelm the blond who did not want to give in. They kissed for some time, then, to assure his win, Yuuri's hand snuck in between their stomachs to wrap around the blond's cock and gave it a few strokes. Panting, Wolfram turned his head aside.

 

“Not fair,” he groaned.

 

“But effective,” Yuuri chuckled, lowering his head to issue another kiss. He let go of the blond.

 

They caressed and kissed, their hands teasingly sliding over each other's bodies, trying to remember and manipulate all the sensitive spots.

 

Yuuri pulled away. Fishing out the tube of lubricant from the other side of the bed, he squeezed some of it on his fingers and slipped his hand in between the blond's thighs. His fingers slid inside, making Wolfram tense. Yuuri stroked a few times, scissored then crooked his fingers. Wolfram hummed, his eyelids fluttering shut. The pleasurable massage made his limbs relax, but the muscles in his lower stomach tensed at the building pleasure.

 

Yuuri finished the preparations and pulled his fingers out. He reached for the tube to squeeze out more lubricant and coated himself. He positioned himself between Wolfram's legs.

 

Preparing for a rough and painful penetration, Wolfram tensed. But Yuuri slid in tenderly, making sure he was careful not to irritate yesterday's hurt. As if in apology, wanting to erase last night forever and regain his husband's trust, he started a slow and easy pace. Wolfram's back and neck relaxed into the bedding and he closed his eyes, feeling how pleasure started building in his lower stomach.

 

Yuuri was slowly rocking in and out of Wolfram, his breathing beating against the blond's skin in feverish puffs. Wolfram lifted his legs and crossed his ankles high behind Yuuri's back. He wrapped his arms around Yuuri's neck then pulled his husband in for a long and wet kiss. It made Yuuri lose the rhythm, suddenly finding himself being overwhelmed by the devouring kiss.

 

After breaking apart, Yuuri resumed the leisurely rhythm, his hips moving slowly, either nearly pulling out of Wolfram or burying himself fully into him. As the lust rose, he concentrated on drawing their pleasure out, resisting the urge to start pounding and just reach the peak. Soft moans filled the room. Yuuri felt a droplet of sweat running down his forehead and then his nose. It didn't have a chance to hang on its tip as Yuuri moved forward, the droplet splashing on Wolfram's skin.

 

Yuuri found his concentration was slipping, his thrusts becoming faster despite his will. He reached between their stomachs to grasp the blond's throbbing member, stroking it in tune with his thrusts. He felt Wolfram tightening around him. The prince's breaths were getting shorter and faster, a few uncontrolled moans spilling past his lips. The blond's body started to strain against him, wanting to increase the pace. His fingers dug into Yuuri's skin.

 

“Mmm… Yuuri, c'mon. Faster,” Wolfram panted out, chewing on his lower lip then his tongue snuck out to wet his lips. “Fuck me faster.”

 

Yuuri closed his eyes as the room began to swim. His body and mind overwhelmed by the lustful urge from the blond.

 

Wolfram came first, a short guttural sound being torn from his throat. The orgasm wave subsided, and his body relaxed into the bedding where he lay panting, with his head still swimming. Vaguely, he felt Yuuri come inside him.

 

Panting, Yuuri collapsed onto Wolfram, sandwiching him. Gasping for air, he pressed his forehead to Wolfram's chest. Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuuri's head and shoulders firmly, the flood of Yuuri's powers filling him again, but no match for the afterglow of his orgasm.

 

“We'll survive it,” he whispered.

 

“We sure the hell will,” Yuuri agreed.

 

XXXXX

 

A few weeks later it became clear that Heseren was not pregnant. After having examined Heseren, Gisela said that now would be the best time for them to try again. As soon as he heard that, without any hesitation, Wolfram went straight to the Great Sage. Murata, at the sight of him, immediately started ransacking the cupboard with the bottles. He was sure that there could only be one reason why the prince came to see him. Finally, he retrieved a small vial from the cupboard and held out it for Wolfram to take.

 

“A drop per glass,” he said. “Don't overdose. You remember what happened to you on Ekara, right? And don't ask me where or how I got it. By the way,” he added, “Humans are immune to it.”

 

Shocked, Wolfram stared at Murata who was politely but insistently leading him towards the door. Wolfram still could not utter a word when the door closed in his face. Murata must have simply taken the latosa during one of his visits to Ekara. Nonetheless, it was a mystery how Murata knew what happened to Wolfram and how he knew how latosa worked.

 

“Thanks,” Wolfram muttered darkly to the door and walked away. He did not like Murata knowing what he knew. He also thought that Murata had been amusing himself that night; he could have just given him the potion instead of watching him drinking and making a fool of himself.

 

Wolfram thought about lying to Yuuri that his father was ill and he had to go to von Bielefeld lands to visit him and to help him take care of a few things. But then decided that it would not be worth the trouble: it would take a careful planning and, in addition to that, he would have to discharge Yuuri's power again which would be impossible to do discreetly. Besides, he had told too many lies already.

 

In the end, even if Wolfram never wanted for a repeat of that stressful night and knew that Yuuri had no wish to know, he still talked to Yuuri and explained the matter. Yuuri was not happy about it but it seemed that after that stressful night he had been reassured and less anger and doubt left in him.

 

Wolfram and Heseren spent another night together which was nearly identical to the previous one - Wolfram could not remember a thing, Heseren - this time not having a hangover - remembered some details, but never admitted that to Wolfram.

 

In a few weeks, the news of Heseren pregnancy gave Wolfram a reason for some cheer. He heaved a sigh of relief and went to tell Yuuri the news knowing that even if Yuuri said he did not want to hear anything about that part of his life, it would bring Yuuri's speculations about him and Heseren trying to find an opportunity to have sex to a stop. Now Wolfram expected their relationship to return to normal. Yuuri took the news without the same enthusiasm as Wolfram, but, realizing why his husband immediately came to him after receiving the news, he also felt calmer.

 

Heseren was also relieved that the tension and furtive behavior finally would be over. She had made friends with the three wives of the Great Sage. She had meals with them, the Great Sage and their five children; four others had already been sent to the Military Academy. The wives were friendly and chatty, but rarely had much free time, busying themselves around the youngest children, not differentiating among them, as if each of them had three mothers.

 

While it still was warm outside, sometimes she went for walks in the garden. A few times, from afar she could see or hear Wolfram and Yuuri also walking there, the husbands discussing the events of the day. Sometimes they kissed, caressed each other, whispering softly, thinking no one could see or hear them. But even if not alone, the two of them were not reserved with their affections in front of other people. Heseren came to understand that she had been wrong about their relationship and that the connection between them ran much deeper than she had imagined. That somewhat disturbed Heseren because during one of the husbands' private moments, she realized that she was jealous. That realization was automatically followed by another - she was in love with Wolfram.

 

Then came autumn and the flowers in the garden withered, leaves fell and it became too cold to walk outside except for short periods. She started spending her time learning how to cook from her new friends. She chatted with them, played with the kids or read books to them. During one of those moments she realized that she really wanted the child she was carrying. She started sewing tiny clothes and made sure everything would be ready before the child was born.

 

Wolfram visited her almost daily, probably somewhat concerned that she felt lonely, which she sometimes did. He did not talk much but always asked about her health and if she needed anything. He was excited at the thought of becoming a father. Sometimes she could see that he was curious and wanted to feel her stomach to see how his little one was doing, but then he would become self-conscious and never did.

 

She was glad he thought about that because she had worried that Wolfram might see the baby simply as an accessory for his House or a needed tool. She was happy that it seemed that Wolfram was genuinely interested in his son. She really hoped and prayed that it would be a boy.

 

TBC