Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 13 ( Chapter 13 )

 Rachel123: Hmm...I think half of the chapters in this fic have sex scenes. I'm not very happy about it but…just somehow happened. Ah, well, yeah, just as you said, it will make up for the lax of sex in the earlier fics. By the way, I'm glad you're still with me ^_^

 

 

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 - 33 +. 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 13

 

OoOoOoO_Nine months later_OoOoOoO

 

Wolfram came to a halt abruptly as Gisela suddenly slammed the door in his face. Mouth agape, he stared at the closed door. It opened again.

 

“Men should never be allowed to see this,” she blurted out and closed the door again. A loud click that followed told Wolfram that besides being closed, it was also locked.

 

“Yes, yes, Gisela is right,” Cecilie nodded in agreement. “Your father never recovered from his experience.”

 

Frowning, Wolfram turned to her. Was this the reason his father and mother were never close after he was born? It had never occurred to him. Stunned, momentarily forgetting everything else, he stared at his mother.

 

“He turned pale when your head showed,” Cecilie continued. “The shoulders followed, and he turned red. I remember hearing a loud thump when the midwife said that it was a boy.” She shrugged, patting the empty chair next to her, inviting Wolfram to sit there.

 

Wolfram turned back to the locked door behind which Heseren was giving birth to his child. He started at a loud groan wafting from there. His legs suddenly felt weak and, somehow dragging himself to the chair, he fell into it. He felt he was sympathizing with his father.

 

For about twenty minutes Wolfram sat as if nailed to the chair, listening to the assorted sounds coming from the other room with dread then he stood up abruptly and started pacing the length of the small waiting room. At first, Cecilie was clipping her nails then pulled out her cosmetic bag and started polishing them.

 

Both of them started at the sound of a door opening, but it was the outside door that opened. A little unsure of himself, Yuuri stepped inside.

 

“I heard the time has come?”

 

In his distress, Wolfram nearly threw himself at his husband. Instead, he just nodded and continued pacing. He did not see Gwendal enter the room behind Yuuri and give his back a thoughtful glance.

 

“Is everything alright?” Yuuri asked, approaching his husband.

 

“I don't know. The midwife and Gisela are both there, but…” Wolfram's course suddenly changed, started to lead him towards Yuuri. “They have been in there for hours!”

 

Yuuri stepped back as Wolfram's hands fisted into his jacket.

 

“Wolfram, calm down, it will be alright.”

 

Wolfram looked past Yuuri's shoulder at his brother, only now noticing him. To have him come with Yuuri… If he were in a state to pay attention to such things, he would have found it somewhat weird. Yuuri and Gwendal had disagreements on one basis or another quite frequently. They respected and acknowledged the value of each other but usually tried to avoid each other's boring company. Except for state affairs, that normally led them to arguments or heated discussions causing Gwendal to lose his temper and break a table or two, they could not find much else to talk about. Wolfram sometimes thought that it was just because Yuuri and Gwendal were too similar in their final goals, but vastly different in how they went about achieving those goals.

 

“C'mon, sit down, Wolfram,” Yuuri said, pulling the blond's fingers off his black uniform. “Gwendal is right. Try to relax.”

 

At another moan escaping the door, Wolfram nearly told Yuuri that he was stupid telling him to relax, but just let himself be seated next to his mother who had never stopped polishing her nails. Yuuri pulled another chair from the other side of the room and sat down by his husband. He wondered if he would be so nervous if it were his child being born behind that door.

 

“This brings back memories,” Gwendal said staring at the door. He was leaning on the wall opposite the door. “Just like when you were born. You were really loud. And now you're having your own child.” He sighed. “Time sure flies fast.”

 

Wolfram stared at him. “Tell me…” he said then. “Mother said that my father…”

 

Gwendal turned to meet his brother's stare. “You want to know if it's the reason for him leaving soon after you were born? Yes, I think so.”

 

“Why didn't you…?”

 

Gwendal shrugged. “And do you feel better knowing that he simply could not help it?”

 

Wolfram chewed on his lower lip. He was not sure. It made him feel as if his father's coldness was something he had brought together with himself into this world. And yet…

 

“Yes. Now at least I know the reason.”

 

“Ah, my boys,” Cecilie said, raising her hands to admire the nail polish, “you shouldn't talk about such a sad thing at this time.”

 

A piercing shriek sliced through the air and Wolfram jolted in his chair. Yuuri frowned in pain as Wolfram had instinctively grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard. Seeing Wolfram worry so much... his pale face made Yuuri aware of the worry and fear. He regretted that he had not helped when he could have. He could have taken Heseren to the hospital for tests to ensure that the fetus was developing normally and the child was going to be healthy. Right now he didn't even care if it was going to be a boy or a girl. He just hoped it was going to be healthy.

 

A child's loud cry pierced the air. It was followed by Yuuri's grunt as Wolfram nearly broke the bones in his hand by squeezing it with all his might. The cry continued, and even if fifteen years ago Yuuri had promised to be with his husband for better or worse, he tried to peel Wolfram's fingers off his hand before his bones gave in. Finally, he managed without Wolfram even noticing and instead held Wolfram's hand in his.

 

During the piercing baby's shriek that was unceasingly protesting against the dry and cold air he was suddenly pushed out into, they did not hear the key turn. Wolfram stood up when the door opened. Gisela appeared in the doorway. The baby suddenly quieted down, letting them hear what Gisela was saying.

 

“Your Highness, You can see the baby.”

 

With legs that he could not feel, Wolfram rushed to the door. Gisela stepped aside to let him in. Heseren was half-sitting in the bed, under a cover, propped up by a number of pillows. The room still smelled of blood and some other things that Wolfram did not recognize, but it was clean, only a few buckets with hot and murky reddish water standing near the wall, the midwife wringing a cloth above one of them. The baby had already been washed and swaddled, and Heseren was nursing it. Wolfram could see a part of a small reddish face.

 

“It's a boy,” Heseren said. “What do you want to name him?”

 

Wolfram continued staring at the reddish wrinkled face. “I don't know yet,” he muttered. “Can I hold him?”

 

“Of course,” Heseren nodded. She pulled the baby off her nipple and held him out for Wolfram. “Hold him like this. Support his head,” she illustrated.

 

Obviously the baby had not had enough milk and was squirming in his father's arms, making small sounds of protest.

 

“Hmm... Not bad.”

 

Wolfram turned around to see his mother standing on her tiptoes and watching the baby over his shoulder. “It's a baby, Mother, not a horse you want to buy. Your grandchild, in fact, and he looks perfectly normal.”

 

“Well, I never thought you'd have children before Conrad, not to mention Gwendal. Those two are really useless,” Cecilie hummed. “Utiu-tiu,” she waved her finger in front of the baby. Say “Cherry”.”

 

“Mother!” Wolfram moved away from her. He walked over to Heseren and prepared to give the baby back to her.

 

Wolfram suddenly stiffened. Heseren turned to see the king standing in the doorway. He had never come to the side of the castle she was staying in. He had never spoken to her either.

 

The black-haired man stared at the newborn in the prince's arms for a few long moments, then his eyes rose to the blond's face.

 

“It's a boy,” the blond whispered.

 

The king smiled. “Congratulations,” he said while walking over to his husband, embracing him over his shoulders and giving him a light peck on his lips. His concentration returned to the baby. “A son, huh?” he said in a soft voice, ruffling Wolfram's hair, grinning contentedly. “He's really cute.”

 

The bright smile that suddenly lit Wolfram's face was overwhelming. Jealousy and desperation tore through Heseren's heart - she could never make him smile like that. This was the reality - no matter how hard she tried, no matter how many children she gave him, Wolfram would only ever see this man.

 

From the newborn, the king's eyes slid to her face. “Congratulations,” he repeated. There was light amusement noticeable in his dark eyes and she wondered if her feelings were clearly on display. The dark eyes studied her face for a few moments then he nodded. “Lady Buanta.”

 

Wary, she bowed her head. So it took giving a son to Wolfram to be finally recognized by the king. Why did he come here? To show her that giving Wolfram a son changed nothing? There was nothing challenging or possessive in the king's posture. She wasn't a threat. They both knew this now.

 

A few seconds later Wolfram noticed the strange atmosphere. From his son, he raised his head to look at Yuuri, then at Heseren. He leaned down and held out the baby for her to take. Then he moved back to Yuuri to stand at his side.

 

Heseren watched them go. Wolfram's husband was his top priority. Not her, not even his son.

 

XXXXX

 

Wolfram's father came to see his grandchild four days later. Wolfram led him to the other wing of the castle, to his Entrusted Lady's chambers.

 

Heseren's and the baby's health were good; everything seemed to be normal, and two days ago Gisela had helped Heseren to move back into her chambers. Gisela still came once a day to check on the mother and her child.

 

“Your Highness. My Lord,” Heseren bowed after the men entered.

 

Heseren had not expected visitors. She was just out of bed, still wearing a light peignoir. Even though the baby was only four days old, it had become irritating to Heseren that her son was made into a showpiece for all and sundry. It seemed like he was on display twenty-four hours a day and anyone who wanted to could come and see him, poke him or prod him whenever they wanted.

 

But this visitor had been anticipated. Heseren wanted recognition. Yuuri's recognition was tangible, but at the same time there was something humiliating in it. That, and Wolfram's lack of interest in her made her look for appreciation elsewhere.

 

But to her frustration, the lord's eyes did not even register her. They set on the sleeping form of the newborn in the cradle next to her bed. Together the men approached the cradle, and Wolfram reached in for his son, making Heseren sigh inwardly; she had just managed to put the pettish child to sleep. Wolfram lifted the squirming baby who wanted nothing more than to be left in peace.

 

Wolfram could not decipher the look on his father's face. He didn't seem happy... but there was a much softer look in his eyes than usual. Wolfram thought that it might be the simple fondness for the evidence of his own blood.

 

“Have you given him his name yet?”

 

Wolfram shook his head. “Not yet.”

 

“Don't let the woman name him,” the lord said, ignoring the fact that Heseren stood only a couple of meters away from him. “Give him a strong name.”

 

Wolfram was not sure what to say. He nodded while the older man was looking at the baby in his arms. Then his father held his hand out over the child's forehead then touched his fingers to it as if giving him a blessing.

 

“I can already tell that you'll be a better father than I ever was,” he said, sighing. He removed his hand and clapped Wolfram on his shoulder.

 

Quite surprised, Wolframs stared at his father. He thought he should say something, but the right words eluded him. The moment felt precious and he felt that if the wrong words left his mouth, they would just spoil it.

 

Dispelling the moment, Wolfram turned to lower his son back into the cradle.

 

OoOoOoO_Two years later_OoOoOoO

 

A skinny blond boy was sitting on a bench under a huge lime tree and was fidgeting fervently with something in his hands. After hearing someone approaching, the small head shot up and wide green eyes concentrated on Yuuri's face. Yuuri was never able to shake off the surprise that Lakarde looked so much like his father.

 

The two-year-old was tiny and his face was dirty from the sweets he had been eating earlier. He had another candy in his hands, trying to peel off the shiny wrapping. Yuuri wondered where he had filched them from. Lakarde had an annoying habit of secretly taking and eating all sweets he managed to find and no amount of scolding helped. He often ended up with an upset stomach after overeating them.

 

His reaction coming a great deal too late, the boy hid the candy behind his back. Yuuri chuckled at that. “Doing it again, Lakarde?” He held out his hand, and the boy, frowning but obedient, put the candy on Yuuri's palm. Yuuri wished Wolfram would forbid his son from eating so many sweets; the boy did not listen to his mother, but Wolfram was another matter.

 

Despite his indignitly dirtied face, the wide eyes already were bright emerald and the regular features shone with intelligence. Lakarde was a strong name, given the boy by his father. While around Lakarde, Yuuri was frequently overcome by a strange mix of feelings. He loved Lakarde, of course - he was just like his own son after all, but there was also that feeling of resentment that was brought on by Lakarde's very existence.

 

 

Due to the circumstances, Lakarde was everyone's child. Yuuri had not interacted much with Mazoku children earlier. He passed them on the streets or sometimes he saw them if someone from the nobility brought them together. Only after he got to know Lakarde, he could understand Wolfram's words about Mazoku children to the full extent. They were different. They matured much faster.

 

Lakarde was loved by everyone, especially by his uncles. Conrad, for example, every spare minute that he had spent with his nephew. It was still too early to teach Lakarde swordplay, but Conrad made sure to lay the foundations for the child's interest in it. He would take Lakarde with him to show him sparring comrades or men training with their elements. It was early to tell, but Lakarde seemed to like watching them.

 

The one who loved Lakarde the most was probably Gwendal. Gwendal was a busy man, but somehow he found the time where he could be seen with his nephew or knitting something for him. Lakarde loved Gwendal's toys. And to Gwendal, the most rewarding thing was to see Lakarde see playing or sleeping with them.

 

Yuuri secured the candy inside the pocket of his jacket then held out his hands for Lakarde. “Come here, let's go find your father.”

 

Obediently, Lakarde approached, and Yuuri lifted the boy into the air, seating him on his right arm. Lakarde's dirty fingers fisted into Yuuri's jacket to steady himself.

 

“Do you know that your mother is looking for you everywhere?” Yuuri asked, walking down the garden path towards the castle. “Didn't you hear her call you?”

 

His full concentration on Yuuri's right pocket where the candy was, Lakarde did not even hear Yuuri. Or just pretended not to hear him. Yuuri sighed. Sometimes he could not shake off the feeling that a grown-up was hiding inside that tiny body. It was even more uncomfortable when those wide green eyes would set on him as if knowing his thoughts. Lakarde never smiled at him or was excited like when he saw Wolfram, his mother or his grandmother. The child must have felt that he had some issues deep within him. It made Yuuri feel guilty.

 

Yuuri pushed open the door to Wolfram's study. “Here, look at what I brought you,” he said, lifting Lakarde then seating him on Wolfram's desk. “He filched some candies again.”

 

Wolfram looked at his son's filthy face. Expecting to be scolded, the boy shrank back. Sighing, Wolfram dug in his pocket for a handkerchief. He pushed the documents he had been working on aside, poured some water from the carafe into a glass then dipped the handkerchief into it. He pulled his son over the top of the desk so that he sat in front of him and started wiping the chocolate off.

 

“Were they any good?”

 

A little timidly, Lakarde nodded.

 

“Really? Do you have any left?” Wolfram asked.

 

“Yuuri took one from me,” the child said, pointing at Yuuri's pocket. He realized now that he was not going to be scolded and relaxed comfortably on the desk while his father was cleaning his face. Usually his father showed his displeasure at once, and as he did not seem to be angry, it meant everything was alright.

 

“Oh?” Wolfram held out his hand towards his husband. After Yuuri returned the candy, Wolfram saw that it was from the box of candies that Shori had brought from Earth for Lakarde's second birthday. “We still had some?” the prince wondered. He dangled the candy in front of the child's face. “Will you share it with me? I also like candies.”

 

Lakarde nodded his head enthusiastically. Yuuri watched Wolfram unwrap the candy, break it in two and hold out one part for Lakarde. In a second the candy was in Lakarde's mouth, the child humming happily at the sugary taste, as Wolfram popped the other half into his mouth and smiled at the boy.

 

“It's really good,” Wolfram said. He finished wiping Lakarde's face and his small hands then threw the dirty handkerchief onto the windowsill where it landed with a wet smack. “Will you bring me some candies next time you get them?” he asked his son. “It'd be a nice break from work. We could go into the garden and eat them.”

 

Lakarde's eyes were sparkling with joy. “Sure!” he agreed happily.

 

Wolfram ruffled the blond locks. He lifted Lakarde off the desk and put him on the ground. “Go find your mother; she's been looking for you everywhere. Just don't tell her our secret,” he winked.

 

Lakarde gave him a bright smile and ran towards the door. After a few jumps he managed to reach and lower the handle, pulled the door open and scurried out.

 

Yuuri plopped into the chair in front of his husband's desk. It had all ended up with Lakarde now having his father's permission to steal candies.

 

“It's just candy,” Wolfram waved off Yuuri's disapproving look. “I remember filching some at his age. Besides, now I can make sure he doesn't overeat them.”

 

Yuuri shrugged. He never interfered in how Wolfram was raising his son even though he wanted to say a thing or two. He watched Wolfram retrieve another handkerchief from his drawer. He poured the dirty water from the glass onto the amaryllis that stood on the windowsill then filled it with clean water again. After dipping the cloth in the water, the prince walked around the desk to Yuuri who gave his husband a confused look.

 

“He got you dirty,” Wolfram explained. He leaned down and started wiping Yuuri's jacket.

 

Yuuri stretched his neck trying to see the smears on the lapels of his jacket. He wondered if Lakarde had done it intentionally.

 

A loud knock echoed in the study.

 

“Come in,” Wolfram called out, frowning at the jacket. It was going to stain.

 

“Have you seen Lakarde?” Heseren asked as she stepped into the study. Her step faltered as she saw the scene before her. She had not expected the king to be here.

 

“Yes,” Wolfram nodded. “He just ran off to look for you. He has already finished eating the candies,” he added with a chuckle. With a nail he scrapped at the darker spot that had been left by the candy and water then shrugged. “Give it to the servants to wash,” he said to Yuuri.

 

Heseren glared at his back. “Take it seriously, will you?”

 

“Yes, yes, I'm taking it seriously,” Wolfram said, bringing the water and napkin back with him to the desk. He sat down, placed the glass and cloth to one side and started ruffling through the documents on the desk.

 

“We need to be united in raising him,” Heseren said. “He always runs to you if I don't allow him something!”

 

“No, he doesn't,” Wolfram denied calmly, having already read halfway through the document in his hands. “Besides, he's only two years old. Too many rules won't make him more compliant, you know.” In fact, he found half of his Entrusted Lady's rules absolutely needless for a two-year-old child but never said that to her.

 

Heseren gave him another glare. As if she did not know what he thought about her setting the rules! “You don't give him enough attention!”

 

“Oh? I think he gets plenty.”

 

`From you' sounded in Heseren's head even if Wolfram did not say that aloud, making her nearly lose her temper. She saw the king standing up and heading towards the door. He was wearing an amused expression on his face.

 

“See you during dinner,” Yuuri said before closing the door.

 

“Right,” Wolfram muttered, not raising his head.

 

Even after closing the door Yuuri could hear Heseren's loud voice and Wolfram's calm `yes', `oh', and `really'. When it came to Heseren, Wolfram had tons of patience. He never snapped, never shouted at her, but also hardly ever listened to what she had to say. Yuuri knew that Wolfram's calm got on Heseren's nerves the most. She wanted Wolfram to somehow respond. When he and Wolfram had an argument, one could almost always guarantee that they would end up shouting at each other or even start shoving each other around. Wolfram would never raise a hand against a woman. With Heseren and Wolfram it usually ended with Heseren's `Is that all you have to say?!' followed by Wolfram's calm `yes'.

 

Yuuri wished, but at the same time knew that it was impossible, for Heseren to leave after Lakarde reached five years old. Wolfram would want her stay with his son. It was important for the child to have both parents. Yuuri understood that perfectly. Another thing was, that with the passing years, he found himself worrying less and less about Heseren. Wolfram had never given him any reason to suspect him.

 

XXXXX

 

“Where is Lakarde?” Yuuri asked, circling Wolfram's chair that had been pushed close to the window. The blond was reading a long sheet of paper which very likely was a letter. He seemed to be very comfortable. It was warm in the room and Wolfram was only wearing his shirt and trousers, his boots kicked aside, his jacket hanging on the other chair that was still standing at the table.

 

Wolfram turned his face up to him to answer a short greeting kiss. “He's with Heseren. It's his bedtime.”

 

“It probably takes enormous effort to put that buzzing bearbee to sleep,” Yuuri said, leaning over the chair to take a glance at the paper Wolfram was holding.

 

Wolfram seemed somewhat surprised. “Lakarde is a very obedient child.”

 

Yuuri shrugged. Lakarde was not as obedient as Wolfram thought. Wolfram thought this because he was nearly the only one Lakarde listened to. The second person was Yuuri himself, having quite a lot authority in the boy's eyes even if Lakarde did not particularly like him. Then came Gwendal, whom Lakarde adored almost as much as his father. Wolfram's lack of interest in and sometimes even his disregard for Heseren made Lakarde feel that he could also ignore most of what she said. Lakarde was a good child, but his priorities had been formed by his father, which was not necessarily a good thing.

 

“What do you have there?” Yuuri asked poking the paper in the blond's hands.

 

Wolfram motioned at the table where a huge pile of similar paper sheets were in a messy stack. “A small part of that. It's an account of the entire year of the financial and other operations relating to von Bielefeld lands. It's a copy my father's accountant sent to me.”

 

Yuuri observed the pile that he had not noticed earlier. He sighed. “So...Can I expect you to show up in our bed before midnight?”

 

Wolfram chuckled. He started folding the sheet in his hands. “Nobody said I have to make myself familiar with them right away.” He lowered the paper onto the carpet and turned around to face Yuuri.

 

“In the mood for some action, I see…” Yuuri muttered softly, leaning down to capture the blond's lips.

 

Wolfram wanted to say something but Yuuri's tongue slid into his mouth and he just hummed something indiscernible which Yuuri took as “yes” anyway. His fingers slid into the blond's hair to grasp it and angle his head to a more comfortable position. Deepening the kiss, Yuuri felt Wolfram's arms wrap around his shoulders. They kissed for a few minutes without touching each other otherwise, then Wolfram's arms came off Yuuri's shoulders and he pushed at his chest.

 

“What?”

 

“My neck is cramping.”

 

Yuuri humpfed, then let go of Wolfram's hair. Really, he did have Wolfram's head at an awkward angle. “Let's move it to the bed,” he muttered, brushing over the blond's lips with his.

 

Yuuri stood up from where he had squatted down while kissing his husband and turned to the bedroom. Wolfram also stood up. He took the document off the carpet and walked over to put it onto the table then followed Yuuri.

 

Yuuri had already removed his jacket and was putting it on a hanger. Wolfram started taking his shirt off. He went to the wardrobe. In a comfortable silence they undressed and went to bed together. Leaving a few candles to smolder, they started kissing again, the atmosphere heating up quickly.

 

“Hmmnn…” Wolfram purred as Yuuri's hands slid over his sides and ribs. Yuuri had him on his back, underneath him. Tonight Wolfram felt like letting Yuuri pleasure him. Sighing contently at the caresses, he reached out for Yuuri's hair and buried his finger in that black mass. Yuuri lowered his head, and his tongue circled the blond's right nipple then washed over it with his tongue. He felt the nipple hardening under his attentions. Where his and Wolfram's bodies touched, he could feel the blond reacting.

 

Wolfram startled and gripped Yuuri's hair tightly as Yuuri's teeth suddenly scrapped over the other nipple. The sensation was painful, Yuuri's teeth nearly having broken the skin. Wolfram's head fell back onto the pillow and he shivered when Yuuri's lips and tongue brushed over the skin to soothe the irritation. The teeth scrapped against his skin again and the blond tensed, but instead of the expected sting, Yuuri's head moved under his hands and then hungry lips pressed to Wolfram's mouth.

 

A loud moan escaped lips amidst the wet kisses, and Wolfram was not sure if it was his or his husband's. Yuuri's hand had already slid under the band of his underwear and was pushing it downwards. Without breaking the kissing, Wolfram raised his hips to let Yuuri finish the task. A few seconds later, his underwear slipped off the bed and fell to the floor. In response, Wolfram's hands slid down to Yuuri's lower regions. Yuuri moaned and his hips thrust into the hand that grasped him through the cloth. Wolfram stroked him a few times teasingly then his hands snuck around Yuuri's waist to slide downwards and push the underwear off.

 

Yuuri grunted as his husband's palms firmly squeezed his globes. He broke the deep kiss and moved closer to the nightstand, where he opened the drawer to search for a tube of lubricant. He retrieved it then shifted back to squat between the blond's spread legs.

 

Wolfram bent his knees. He shivered when Yuuri's cool fingers circled his opening. Seeing the reaction, Yuuri removed his fingers and rubbed them together to warm them. A moment later he lowered his hand again. This time Wolfram did not shy away and Yuuri breached him.

 

“Mmnnn…”

 

“You like it?”

 

Wolfram's eyes opened to look at Yuuri who was giving him a heated look from between his legs. He moaned softly when Yuuri kissed his knee then his lips trailed down to his inner thigh. His fingers moved in and out, making the blond tense in pleasurable feelings every time they brushed over the spongy nub.

 

Soon his fingers were sliding in and out easily, and Yuuri removed them. He positioned himself at the right angle and started pushing in. Once he was fully sheathed, he looked down at Wolfram. His husband's eyes were closed, his mouth partly open, his back somewhat tense in pleasure created by the fullness. Wolfram loved it.

 

Yuuri started moving, and Wolfram sighed. His arms wrapped around Yuuri's nape and shoulders and he opened himself for the oncoming pleasure. With every thrust, his body felt heavier and more feverish. He arched his neck to press his head deeper into the pillow.

 

“Ahhh…”

 

Yuuri grinned at the sound of those soft moans. Wolfram was already lost. Yuuri thrust harder.

 

Yuuri suddenly stopped, and Wolfram's confused eyes blinked open. He looked at Yuuri to ask why the pleasure was interrupted. Did Yuuri want to try some new position?

 

“What are you doing here, little one?”

 

Frowning, Wolfram blinked at Yuuri then turned his head toward the side of the bed where his two-year-old son was staring at them. His eyes flying wide open, he shoved Yuuri off him.

 

“Damn it,” Wolfram cursed. Snatching a sheet to cover his nakedness, he rolled off the bed. He grabbed Lakarde by his hand and hauled the boy out of the room. He made Lakarde sit on the sofa.

 

“Where is your mother?” Wolfram asked while wrapping and tying the sheet around his hips. His balls were hurting. Ignoring the discomfort, he sat down next to Lakarde.

 

Lakarde braced himself - his father always said “Where is your mother?” when he did something wrong. “She's sleeping,” he muttered. “I couldn't fall asleep and…”

 

Wolfram sighed. He could see Lakarde was obviously confused by what he had seen and now he was scaring the child even more. “It's alright. I just didn't expect to see you…this late.” He reached out his hand to ruffle the kid's hair then pulled Lakarde closer to his side. Lulled, Lakarde pressed his head to his father's chest. Then his head rose to look at Wolfram. He yawned.

 

“Are you angry, Father?”

 

“No, Lakarde, of course, I'm not. I'll just get my robe and take you back to your room. I'll stay until you fall asleep, alright?”

 

“Mhm,” Lakarde nodded. “Father?”

 

“Mm?”

 

“Why was it standing upright?”

 

“What was standing upright?”

 

“Well, your peepee. Why was it up? Does it hurt?” Lakarde asked, worried. “You were moaning.”

 

Wolfram felt as if all of his blood rushed to his face at once. “Ehh…” he stammered. “No, no I'm alright. You don't need to worry.”

 

Lakarde gave him an unsure look then finally nodded. Still blushing fiercely, Wolfram returned into the bedroom. He didn't think he had ever been so mortified in his life. He whipped the sheet off his hips and threw it into Yuuri's face as he sat up in the bed.

 

“Not a word. Don't you say a single word,” he told his husband while pulling his robe on. “I'll go put him to sleep.”

 

Sighing, Yuuri pushed the sheet off his face and plopped back onto the bed.

 

Half an hour later, Yuuri heard the door opening, and Wolfram entered the bedroom. He started stripping the robe off and tossed it onto the carpet next to the bed.

 

“Gods, what a humiliating disaster! ” Wolfram groaned, climbing into the bed, his face burning red.

 

Yuuri chuckled. He wrapped his arm around the blond's waist and pulled him to his side. “It's not a big deal. He obviously didn't even understand anything anyway.”

 

Wolfram buried his face in Yuuri's chest. “He asked why my peepee was standing up. Can you imagine that? I thought I'd die from embarrassment.” He felt Yuuri's chest shaking. He smacked Yuuri. “It's not funny at all!”

 

Yuuri tried to hold in his laughter, but it burst out anyway. “And what did you say?” he laughed.

 

“He thought I was ill, so I just assured him that I was alright.”

 

Yuuri burst out laughing again. “That's so cute!”

 

“Yuuri!” Wolfram smacked him on his chest again. “Cut it out!”

 

“Alright, alright,” Yuuri stroked his husband's back soothingly. He ruffled the blond locks. “So do we continue? My peepee has turned blue, you know. Ouch!” he grunted as Wolfram smacked him again. “Come here, you,” Yuuri rolled on the bed, laughing. He trapped Wolfram under his body. Neither of them was hard anymore and it would take some effort to return to the previous state.

 

Grinning at the mildly pissed-off blond, Yuuri leaned down to give him a kiss. At first Wolfram tried to pretend it didn't interest him, but in a minute Yuuri had his husband moaning into his mouth and the mood Lakarde's visit broke started coming back. It didn't take long and soon they were ready to continue.

 

Yuuri glided down Wolfram's body so that he was now between his legs. Showing that he was ready, Wolfram spread his legs wider and bent his knees. Yuuri slid back inside, while Wolfram held his breath for a few seconds. Once Yuuri was inside, he shifted slightly to get more comfortable. Yuuri started thrusting and the wave of lust washed over them again.

 

“Ahmm…” Wolfram moaned in answer to Yuuri's increasing grunts. His legs were wrapped high around Yuuri's sides while his hips were feverishly moving with his husband's movements.

 

Yuuri shook his head to lose the droplet of sweat that had accumulated on the tip of his nose. Wolfram was nearly there, his gasps becoming desperate, his hands gripping at his hair.

 

“I'm…Ahh… I'm!” Wolfram arched while his body tensed.

 

Yuuri felt the blond's cock jerk, spilling in-between their stomachs. A few second's later Wolfram sagged back onto the sheets. Yuuri thrust through the clenched muscles and also came. When the first wave of pleasure subsided, he rested his head on Wolfram's chest. Later he pulled out of the blond and lay beside him.

 

Yuuri watched Wolfram who was dizzily staring at the ceiling. He reached to put a lose lock of hair behind the blond's ear. Brushing over the flushed cheek with his fingers he wondered. They had been married for many years now and Wolfram was already a father, but he had just recently started shaving. Yuuri could feel the soft stubble that had grown during the day.

 

“Mhn?”

 

Yuuri moved his hand away. “Nothing.” Yuuri looked at Wolfram's fingers that caught his hand before he could have hidden it under the cover. He watched Wolfram pull it back to his face. His eyelashes fluttered at the feel of the blond's lips brushing over his palm.

 

“What's wrong, Yuuri?”

 

Yuuri gazed at the emerald eyes then shrugged finally. “Midlife crisis?” he offered.

 

Wolfram chuckled at his words. “You're too young for that.” He rubbed his cheek against Yuuri's hand then rolled to Yuuri's side to snuggle against him. “Are you worried about something?”

 

Yuuri thought about it. “No, not really. I think it's just my workload.”

 

Wolfram put his head on Yuuri's chest and, unconsciously, started drawing circles on Yuuri's stomach with his fingers. “I won't protest, Yuuri, you know that.”

 

Yuuri sighed. He put one hand behind his head, wrapped his free arm around Wolfram. Maybe Wolfram was right? He wasn't getting any younger after all. Maybe he seriously was having a midlife crisis? But it was not as if he felt the necessity of having children. His life felt meaningful without them. It was just a thought that sometimes came to him when watching Wolfram and his son. He thought that he would like that. But he wasn't in a hurry.

 

“Wolfram, that tickles.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Your fingers.”

 

“Oh.” Wolfram stopped drawing curves and just rested his hand on his husband's stomach. Then a smile spread over his face and he leaned in to place a quick kiss on Yuuri's chest. “We could marry our children off to each other, you know?”

 

Amused, Yuuri chortled at the suggestion. “You have quite a vivid imagination…”

 

Wolfram grinned. “Wouldn't it be fun, though?”

 

Yuuri yawned. He heard an answering yawn coming from Wolfram. “I'm not sure it would go that way.”

 

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Wolfram yawned again. “`m sleepy."

 

TBC