Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 22 ( Chapter 22 )

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 - 43. Wolfram…let's say he is about the same age as Yuuri just a little older. Lakarde - 10.

 

Inexorable Flow

 

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

 

Part 22

 

It was a late morning and Yuuri was sitting in the living-room of his house on Earth. He, Wolfram and Lakarde had come to Earth in the evening of the previous day. They had unpacked some of the things they had taken with them, then gone to buy some food and toiletries, come back and gone to sleep.

 

Yuuri was reading a newspaper. Vaguely, he heard the sound of a door being shut and the sound of tapping of feet followed. The sound ended abruptly somewhere in front of him.

 

Yuuri raised his head to look at Lakarde over the top of his newspaper. Puzzled, he stared at the boy who was in the middle of the process of washing his hair with one hand, while holding a bottle of something in his left. His upper body was bare to the torso, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

 

“Where's my father?”

 

“He went out for a ride. I think he should be back in an hour or so,” Yuuri said.

 

It was the beginning of winter in Shin Makoku and here, on Earth, it was the beginning of summer. All of them liked this occurrence, especially Wolfram who had immediately used the opportunity to hit the road with his bike.

 

“This shampoo is weird,” Lakarde said, ruffling through his foamed hair.

 

Yuuri took a closer look. “Is it the yellow bottle?”

 

“Yes,” Lakarde nodded. He tossed the bottle to Yuuri after he motioned for it.

 

“It's shower gel not shampoo,” Yuuri said after having taken a look at the bottle.

 

“Will I go bald?”

 

“The worst you can get is just to walk around with your hair…” Yuuri lifted the bottle to read the label, “…smelling like fresh ocean.”

 

“Ah. That's fine with me,” Lakarde muttered, walking back in the direction of the bathroom. He shut the door behind him then opened the tap again and lowered his head underneath it. A minute later, he jerked, his head hitting the tap. Cursing in pain, he spun around.

 

“Oh. Sorry. But you didn't seem to hear,” Yuuri held out his hands in a non-threatening way. He was holding a bottle of shampoo. “I just though you could wash your hair again, this time with shampoo, just in case your hair turned into straw.”

 

“Eh?” Slow at catching on, Lakarde blinked the water out of his eyes. Had the man just touched him on the nape? Lakarde touched the back of his neck. Rubbing it absentmindedly, he stared at Yuuri.

 

Yuuri lowered his hands. He put the shampoo on the cupboard where Lakarde could see it. “I love your father, Lakarde,” Yuuri said softly, watching Lakarde trying to erase his touch from the back of his neck. “And I love you too, because you're his blood.”

 

Lakarde was looking at him with surprise written on his face. It faded fast, though, Lakarde's emotions becoming unreadable again. He stopped rubbing his nape.

 

“I understand that you see me as a hindrance,” Yuuri continued in the same soft tone. “If not for me your father and mother and would be a real family and…” A sudden burst of Lakarde's laughter made Yuuri start and trail off.

 

Lakarde was nearly screaming with harsh laughter. “Hahahaha!” He had to lean on the edge of the bathtub to keep his balance. “You… You…” he tried to speak and then burst out laughing again.

 

Alarmed, Yuuri waited for Lakarde to calm down. The laughter and the sound of streaming water were sending chills up and down Yuuri's back. Had the boy lost his mind? He was relieved when, about a minute later, Lakarde's dark amusement seemed to have been exhausted.

 

Lakarde rubbed at his wet face. He turned away to turn the tap off. He faced Yuuri again. “I knew you were naïve, but this…” he chuckled, shaking his head, water droplets running down his neck, then chest. “You think I am stupid, don't you? Saying things like that. My father and mother. A family…?” he burst out laughing again.

 

“There never was and never will be a family!” Lakarde spat when his laughter calmed down again. “You think I'm an idiot? My father can't stand females!” he snorted. “And aren't I the one hindering everyone?” he hissed, his voice suddenly rising. “I was an inconvenience to him in the first place! He just needed an heir. My mother just wanted to escape her idiot father. To you I am just the proof of his unfaithfulness.

 

“You think I don't know all that?” he gritted his teeth, his whole frame shaking. “You think I don't see the guilt in his eyes when he looks at you?! I am his misdeed towards you!”

 

Lakarde inhaled audibly. “Wolfram did the right thing! How could you flog your own husband?! I… I hate you!” he screamed in Yuuri's face. “I so freaking hate you! You damn foreigner with your different culture and thinking! And your idiotic guilt and your stinking naïve character!”

 

Yuuri stared at the boy. He stepped forward suddenly to embrace Lakarde. Although half-heartedly, Lakarde fought him at first but then let Yuuri's arms encircle him.

 

“Aren't you now the one acting like a foreigner?” Yuuri said softly. “The law in Shin Makoku says I have the absolute right not to only flog him, but also to kill him.” Yuuri stroked the wet head while holding the shaky boy. “I'm sorry, Lakarde,” Yuuri whispered, feeling tears pricking his own eyes. “I love Wolfram very much. I think the flogging hurt me more than him. I'm so sorry you think... But I think you know all that, Lakarde. Shh…” he bent to kiss the dark blond hair when Lakarde started crying. “It's alright. It will all be alright.”

 

“All I ever wanted is for him to at least say once he loves me,” Lakarde hiccupped. “But you're the only he thinks about!”

 

“He loves you, Lakarde. We all do. You know that,” Yuuri said. “He just…I think he is afraid he would spoil you too much. He's not that good with emotions. You know that.”

 

“He wanted to…” Lakarde hiccupped, “…to hit me. Because of that A-Amae… Amae is just a… I…”

 

Yuuri sighed. He blinked tears out of his eyes. “Lakarde, were it my decision, I'd not hit you. I'd have you spanked for what you nearly did to Amae. Yeah, I would have given you a nice tanning of your hide.” He grinned at Lakarde's frowning face.

 

Yuuri took Lakarde's face in his hands. “He cares, Lakarde. He cares about you too much to just let you off for what you did. All he wants, Lakarde, is for you to grow up into a fine young man.” He watched Lakarde's face, wet with tears and snot. For all of his bravado and loud mouth Lakarde was just a child. Too prideful too, at that. This was probably the first time in Lakarde's short life that he had stepped down from his pedestal and admitted his weaknesses. Yuuri felt himself grin at Lakarde's face. Regardless of it being one of the main reasons for Yuuri and Wolfram's conflicts, wasn't it also one of Wolfram's best features?

 

“W-what are you looking at?” Lakarde squirmed. He pulled his face from between Yuuri's hands and stepped back, the back of his legs propping against the bathtub.

 

“I was just thinking that you and Wolfram are quite alike. Two stubborn and prideful assholes.”

 

Lakarde blinked his wet eyes at Yuuri, not sure how to react to this. Then he grinned back at the dark-haired man. “You sure I won't tell what you said to my father?”

 

“Oh you can tell him,” Yuuri waved it off. “I have told him that quite a few times.”

 

Lakarde chuckled. “And he probably retaliated by calling you a naïve wimp, didn't he?”

 

Yuuri's brow rose. He laughed. “Exactly.” It seemed that Lakarde was perfectly familiar with their relationship.

 

Yuuri and Lakarde stood facing each other for a few moments. Lakarde wiped his tears away with a motion he hoped Yuuri interpreted as a tired brush over his forehead. For some reason he didn't feel as embarrassed as he thought he should be. He just felt tired and lightheaded. The wall that he had kept pushing at had suddenly crumbled leaving him with a feel of a freefall. He had to rethink a few things.

 

“You alright?”

 

Lakarde nodded. “I think I'll just go for a nap.”

 

Yuuri looked at Lakarde's wet hair. He nodded slowly. Wolfram would have a few questions when he was back. It was just noon.

 

XXXXX

 

Taking a place at the table, opposite Yuuri who was fumbling with the teakettle, Wolfram listened to the shower in the bathroom. It was late in the evening and Lakarde was preparing to go to sleep. Despite the fact that he had just recently got up.

 

“What happened while I was away?” Wolfram asked Yuuri who was mixing flour and milk in a huge bowl, having set the teakettle aside. He intended to make pancakes in the morning.

 

“Nothing much,” Yuuri shrugged. “We just had a hearty talk.”

 

Wolfram gave him a suspicious look. When he got back, his son had already been sleeping. It had only been midday, and Lakarde didn't have a habit of taking afternoon naps. In the evening, when Lakarde had finally shown up in the living-room… Wolfram didn't know what it was, but there was something different about the boy. For one, he seemed much more relaxed and calmer than he had ever been. And there was no tension between him and Yuuri anymore. His son even managed to hold a conversation with Yuuri about what he wanted for dinner. Wolfram had just been left staring in wonder as, after exchanging a few suggestions, Lakarde followed Yuuri to the kitchen to help him prepare dinner.

 

“Well, never mind,” Wolfram shrugged. “I'm just happy that you two can finally be civilized with each other.”

 

“I've always been civilized with him,” Yuuri pointed out. He looked around for salt.

 

“Well, yes,” Wolfram sighed, conceding.

 

Moments later, Lakarde appeared from the bathroom. His father and Yuuri were preparing to go to bed, but as Lakarde had slept through most of the day, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

 

“You can watch TV or just play a game,” Wolfram said after noticing Lakarde's unsure face.

 

“A game?” Lakarde asked, not interested in the first suggestion; he couldn't understand and found the television irritating.

 

“Yes, let me show it to you,” Wolfram said, walking over to the cupboard where the Playstation was stored.

 

“There's some food in the kitchen,” Yuuri added.

 

XXXXX

 

“Gmmm?” Yuuri grunted feeling the mattress shift. He rolled over, casting a glance at the window. Behind the curtains, dawn was breaking. “You are unbelievable,” he muttered. “Stayed up all night playing?”

 

“Yeah,” Wolfram yawned. “I left Lakarde playing. I'm too old for this.”

 

Yuuri's mouth let out a hardly recognizable noise which clearly indicated what he thought of the statement.

 

XXXXX

 

Yuuri had just started preparing for lunch when the two von Bielefelds descended downstairs about noon. Wolfram padded into the kitchen while Lakarde shut himself in the bathroom.

 

“Morning.”

 

In a straight line Wolfram headed for the fridge. He took in the contents. The fridge was filled with food that Yuuri had bought while he and Lakarde had been sleeping.

 

“I'll make some quick pancakes for you and Lakarde,” Yuuri said. “We'll be having stew later. Give me the bowl with the mix for pancakes.”

 

Wolfram retrieved the bowl from the fridge and held it out for Yuuri, then closing the fridge and taking a seat at the table. He switched the teakettle on then looked at the shelf near the sink trying to remember which mug was his.

 

“You sure like cooking, don't you?” Wolfram asked after watching Yuuri hustling around the kitchen.

 

Yuuri's hand, that was pouring the mix into the hot pan, faltered. Then it returned to idly stirring. “I'm not sure,” he replied. “Hmm… I suppose I do. I'm not into it or anything but I find it relaxing. You know like…some people like fishing, others making kites or whittling.”

 

Wolfram nodded. “I see.” He filled his mug. “Want some?”

 

Yuuri shook his head. “I was thinking we could go out for the evening. Just to sit at some café, to idly talk, have a glass of wine. Or ice-cream,” he added at the sight of Lakarde entering the kitchen. He gave the youngster a grin. “Morning.”

 

“Morning,” Lakarde mumbled.

 

Yuuri watched the boy's back as he went past him and clumsily picked one of the washed mugs from the shelf, nearly dropping it in the process. He sat down next to Wolfram and poured himself some tea.

 

Yuuri turned back to the stove to turn the pancake over. Lakarde glanced at the dark-haired man's back. Lakarde frowned at his mug. He stirred his tea with a few jerky motions. Then he sipped his tea.

 

“Shit!”

 

Wolfram and Yuuri looked at Lakarde who was pressing his hand to his burned mouth. Yuuri walked to the sink to fill a glass of cold water.

 

“Here,” he held it out.

 

“Thanks,” Lakarde muttered, nursing his lip. And yet it seemed that he could not summon the previous anger. There was also no need for it. Yuuri had turned out to be just Yuuri after all.

 

XXXXX

 

Lakarde was on his way from the bathroom back to Yuuri and his father who were sitting outside the café on the terrace under one of many colorful sunshades. He was already halfway through the noisy café when a voice stopped him.

 

“Would you like some lemonade?”

 

Lakarde turned around to see two women in their twenties. The slightly older one of them was holding out a can to him while the second one stood next to her and seemed to be somewhat flustered. As it was hot and he was thirsty, he took the can without much thought.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Ah, here, let me open it for you,” the older woman took it back to open it as it was clear that Lakarde did not understand how it worked.

 

Lakarde thanked the woman again. He sipped the drink. It tasted like a horse's piss with corrosive bubbles added. The floor did not look that expensive. Lakarde lowered the can onto the nearby table that smelled like the perfume of one of the females and started looking for an opportunity to knock the damn thing over.

 

“Isn't that your daddy over there?” the woman pointed her finger at the window through which Yuuri and Wolfram could be seen sitting at one of the tables.

 

Lakarde shifted, turning to look, his elbow knocking the can over. It rolled over the table and twanged onto the floor. He felt sorry that his feet couldn't reach it to kick it and send it rolling even further because the woman leaned over to grab the can. A waiter who saw the incident rushed to the kitchen to get a mop.

 

“A little clumsy, aren't you?” she smiled, giving him the half-empty can back.

 

“Yeah,” Lakarde agreed, taking it. “I sure am.”

 

“So, is it your father?”

 

Lakarde looked at where she was pointing. “Which one?”

 

The woman gave Lakarde a look. Lakarde knew she was wondering whether he was alright in the head.

 

“The blond man, of course.”

 

“Oh, that one. Yes, he is.”

 

“Who is that next to him?”

 

“My father,” he answered. He was not lying, he just thought about it in the terms of an earthling. If Wolfram and Yuuri were married, then they were his parents. Logical. To an earthling. Besides, he was bored.

 

Lakarde was aware of the look the woman and her friend were giving him.

 

“You said the blond was your father.”

 

“I did, didn't I?” Lakarde smiled at her innocently. “Well, it was nice meeting you.”

 

Lakarde headed towards the door leading to the terrace.

 

“Hey, wait!” The two women rushed after him. “You forgot your lemonade!”

 

Lakarde's face fell. He turned around to take the can. “Thank you.”

 

As expected, the women followed him to the terrace. The three of them approached the table, and Wolfram's questioning eyes set on Lakarde.

 

“Daddies, these ladies seem to have taken a liking to you,” Lakarde said, seating himself on a free chair next to Wolfram.

 

Wolfram turned to stare at the women, while Yuuri, with his eyebrows raised, stared at Lakarde.

 

“I'm gay,” Wolfram said. He had long ago noticed that it was the fastest way to get rid of unwanted attention.

 

Yuuri's eyes left Lakarde. “I'm bi, but I'm married to him,” with his thumb he pointed at Wolfram.

 

“Oh…” the older woman recovered first. She forced a smile. “How…unusual. We'll go now.” She waved her hand awkwardly. “It was nice meeting you.”

 

“Bye, bye!” Lakarde waved at their backs. He took the can and started pouring the lemonade onto the parterre next to him.

 

“Don't waste your food!” Wolfram scolded.

 

“I never wanted it. It's disgusting,” Lakarde said. But he stopped.

 

“Give it here,” Wolfram reached out. “Hell, it smells like a cat's piss,” he frowned after smelling the can.

 

“A horse's,” Lakarde corrected him.

 

“Just throw the damn thing away,” Yuuri said. From the corner of his eye, he watched Lakarde. “Daddies?” he repeated.

 

XXXXX

 

It was evening already, and Yuuri was in the shower getting ready for the night. Wolfram glanced at Lakarde who was torturing the Playstation.

 

“Lakarde?”

 

The boy half-turned to him, the most of his concentration still on the muscular man with an axe on the screen.

 

“There's something I want to discuss with you,” Wolfram said.

 

Lakarde paused the game. Apprehensively, he stood up and walked over to the table, sitting down opposite his father.

 

“I was thinking about sending you to Military Academy,” Wolfram said without dancing around the subject. He waited for Lakarde's reaction.

 

“Was this Yuuri's idea?”

 

“Yuuri would not be so stupid as to suggest it to me and you know it,” Wolfram said.

 

Lakarde nodded slowly. He knew. He really knew Yuuri would not risk incurring Wolfram's displeasure. There were things Wolfram could not forgive, even by his husband. But even though he knew he still… He just did not want this to be happening.

 

“It's not a punishment,” Wolfram continued. “I think you lack socializing with your peers. You need to see that there's a world outside the castle. A change like this will be a valuable experience.”

 

Fixedly, Lakarde stared at the top of the table. He mulled the thought over in his head.

 

“They have strict discipline,” Wolfram added, “which I am sure will do you lots of good.”

 

Lakarde's eyes narrowed at the table. He chuckled darkly. “Oh, yeah, I am sure of that, too.”

 

Wolfram said nothing. He was sure this was only the beginning of Lakarde starting to express what he thought of the suggestion. He had not thought this would be easy. But Lakarde said nothing else. Finally, his son nodded.

 

“Yeah,” he mumbled. He sighed and looked at his father. “I do understand the reason for the decision. To tell you the truth, I've thought about going there myself. Gwendal told me lots of stories from the times he was a student there. I kind of… If I ever become your successor and will have to command the army or go to war…. Gwendal said it's a good place for that kind of experience.”

 

Wolfram was both surprised and relieved at the same time. He was grateful to Gwendal for steering Lakarde when he had missed out as a parent. He should have talked to Lakarde beforehand.

 

“A lot of things have changed since Gwendal attended the academy,” Wolfram said. “I heard they have very strict rules,” he added. “Like rarely allowing students to run back and forth from home and having to make with the plainest living conditions.”

 

“Sounds like real fun,” Lakarde commented. “Are you trying to talk me into it or talk me out of it?”

 

“I just want you to know what you are facing.” Wolfram ruffled through his hair then a grin tugged at his lips. “Well, if they don't allow you to return home, you can always do something so that they'd have to send for me to take care of your mess.”

 

Lakarde grinned. “I'll keep that in mind.”

 

XXXXX

 

Wolfram closed the bedroom door softly so as not to wake up his husband. He found the switch and turned on the light. Yuuri grunted, raising his hand to shield his eyes.

 

Wolfram looked at him to see him blinking his eyes. “Sorry.”

 

“I wasn't sleeping.”

 

“Why not?” Wolfram asked, walking over to the wardrobe and opening the door. Yuuri usually had no trouble sleeping.

 

Watching his husband hanging up his clothes, Yuuri rolled his right shoulder. “What did you talk with Lakarde about?” he asked. “The atmosphere when I returned from the bathroom was quite different.”

 

“Ah, so that's why.” Wolfram had finished hanging the clothes and slipping into his pajamas, then went to switch off the light. “I told him it would be a good idea for him to go to the Military Academy.”

 

There was silence, only a few creaks heard while Wolfram was climbing into the bed.

 

“That's news to me,” Yuuri muttered finally. “I expect he did not take it well?”

 

“It went much better than I had expected,” Wolfram said. Turning on his side, he shifted closer to Yuuri. “It seems Gwendal had been trying to talk him into it; Lakarde respects him very much.”

 

“I see…” Yuuri drawled, also turning to his side and draping his arm around Wolfram. “So did he agree?”

 

“Yes. We will spend a few more days here then go back to Shin Makoku and I'll send a letter to the head of the Academy.”

 

“Are you sure, Wolfram? It's not something to be decided on a whim…”

 

“I did not decide on a whim,” Wolfram protested. “I have been thinking about this on and off for half a year now. He needs to get some fresh air instead of being locked up in the Castle with grown-ups. It will do him good, being among his peers.”

 

Sensing that despite his words Wolfram was feeling guilty, Yuuri slipped his arm under the cover to rub his husband's back soothingly.

 

“Actually I think it won't be that easy,” Yuuri said.

 

“Hm?”

 

“Well,” the king drawled, “for a start, even if it's the middle of the first semester, I expect that he will still be ahead of his course. From what I know and hear from Gunter, Lakarde is quite a diligent student.”

 

“Yeah,” Wolfram nodded. “I thought about it too. I think a few tests to see his abilities should help to differentiate him from the students that are not at his level.”

 

“Alright, this is a good idea,” Yuuri agreed. “But won't he start being difficult there? Like you know, protesting and rioting…and all that other stuff teenagers do? Not that I know much about it,” Yuuri added after some thought. “I don't think I had time for that,” he wondered, now realizing that back then when he was just a teenager, his responsibilities and duty had fallen onto his shoulders hard, not leaving him much time for just being a teenager.

 

“Neither did I,” Wolfram said. “Although I did try pretty hard,” he chuckled, shifting in the bed and yawning. “But there was not much stability in Shin Makoku at that time, wars and whatnot. By the time I was Lakarde's age, I…” he sighed not finishing.

 

“Lakarde's difficult, I know that better than anyone else, but he's agreed, Yuuri. And he is not a small child to start spitting like a cat at this stage now. Besides,” Wolfram muttered in a soft voice, “the most it can take is six years.”

 

“That's lots and lots of time,” Yuuri said darkly. “I expect they do have holidays and allow visitors?”

 

“Yes, they do,” Wolfram nodded. “It won't be a problem.”

 

“Yes,” Yuuri rolled his eyes, “knowing Lakarde he will probably just come and go when he wants ignoring all prohibitions and rules.”

 

Wolfram chuckled. “I wouldn't really mind it. It would just mean that he wants to come home.” Closing his eyes, he exhaled. He enjoyed the feeling of Yuuri's warm hand drawing circles on his back. He grunted as suddenly it slipped downwards to grasp his buttock. Yuuri's lips touched his face, seeking his mouth.

 

Yuuri smelled of toothpaste, shampoo and shower gel. Wolfram decided that the mixed scents with a minty edge to them were pleasant to his senses.

 

“It's not a very good idea,” Wolfram muttered between their kisses, his right hand sliding over Yuuri's smooth back and into Yuuri's still slightly damp hair. “Lakarde's…”

 

“Lakarde is not a kid,” Yuuri interrupted him impatiently. “Besides, he's in another room separated by a corridor and if you won't be moaning your head off, then he won't hear a thing.”

 

“Why is it only about me moaning my head off?” Wolfram nipped his husband's lower lip. “You sure you won't be?” he applied some pressure to turn Yuuri onto his back.

 

“What I am sure about is that we haven't had sex for nearly a week. My stamina is not that great.”

 

“It was only four days, Yuuri,” Wolfram said, his hands sliding to the waistband of Yuuri's pajamas.

 

“Way too long,” Yuuri muttered, reaching out to catch Wolfram by the front of his pajamas. He pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.

 

Yuuri started working on the buttons on Wolfram's pajama top. He suppressed a moan as Wolfram shifted above him to get into a half-sitting-half-lying position and the blond's thigh slid over his forming erection. The buttons on Wolfram's pajama top were proving to be difficult again. His brain was not managing to cope with more than one task at a time.

 

Breaking the kiss, Yuuri turned his head to the side. He went back to battling the annoying buttons.

 

“I suspect that to master a bra would prove to be impossible for you,” Wolfram giggled at his husband's efforts.

 

“I don't think there are more than one or two clasps,” Yuuri grunted out now nearly having finished with his task. “Here, done,” he said, contently sliding his hands over Wolfram's bare chest and stomach.

 

Wolfram hummed in pleasure at Yuuri's hands caressing his chest then sliding over his nipples and down to his waist then up again but now under his loose pajama top over his back, to his shoulder blades. He slid backwards so that Yuuri's erect member was against his ass. Teasingly, he rubbed against it.

 

“Mmm…” Wolfram shivered at the sudden realization that he wanted to feel it press against his entrance and then inside him.

 

Sensing something in Wolfram's body switching over, Yuuri felt the urge to just throw Wolfram off him and into the bed and to sheathe himself in that teasing ass. Yuuri's hands left the blond's back and slid towards the waistband of his pajama bottoms. His right hand slipped into them. He grasped the blond and gave him a few firm strokes.

 

Wolfram shivered at the sudden pleasure. But then the touch was gone, Yuuri shifting beneath him. Knowing what Yuuri wanted, Wolfram stilled him, pressing him back into the bedding. He slid off Yuuri then pushed the covers off them and to the floor. He pulled Yuuri's pajama bottoms and underwear down. Wriggling, Yuuri helped him to get them off.

 

Wolfram quickly stripped off his own bottoms and then crawled in-between Yuuri's thighs.

 

“Here.”

 

In the darkness, Wolfram could discern Yuuri holding something out. He took it. It was a small tube. The smell told Wolfram that it was the lubricant they had been using lately.

 

“So you did plan this in advance. Where did you keep it? Under your pillow?”

 

“Exactly,” Yuuri chuckled. “While taking a shower, I wanted to jerk off so badly but I decided to share my pent up frustration with you.”

 

Wolfram leaned forward to issue a messy kiss. “And I thought you were that worried about Lakarde. But your thought is sure appreciated.”

 

Not to mention Lakarde being able to smell it all over the bathroom, Yuuri added in his head but never voiced it aloud. There were particular things that shouldn't be mentioned under particular circumstances.

 

“You keep this,” Wolfram squeezed the lube back into Yuuri's hand. “I'll just use my mouth.”

 

“You sure know the right words to make a man- Oooo,” Yuuri nearly sang as Wolfram's mouth slid over him. Then the wet warmth was gone again.

 

“Keep it down,” Wolfram warned.

 

“No, YOU keep it down,” Yuuri muttered, his hand groping for Wolfram's head. He slid it into the blond's hair to try and lower it to continue what it had started. “And the more down, the better.”

 

Wolfram grinned at Yuuri's crotch. “Well, let's see how long you can be so witty.”

 

A few well-placed licks made Yuuri's blood roar. Wolfram took the head of him into his mouth. He sucked lightly then retreated to tease the slit with his tongue. A few moments later he took him into his mouth again. He started a leisurely pace, taking Yuuri only half-way, his left hand massaging Yuuri's testicles.

 

“C'mon,” Yuuri grunted, “don't tease me.” His fingers grabbed at Wolfram's hair more firmly and pressed.

 

Wolfram gagged as it was too much for him. He brushed Yuuri's hand out of his hair and slid back to his knees. “I'm not teasing you,” he panted out. “I'm just waiting for you to figure out what to do with the lube in your hand.”

 

Yuuri realized he was still holding it squeezed in his left hand. “So you do want me to fuck you,” he said huskily. “And you still play coy.”

 

“I wonder how sucking your cock down my throat makes me coy.”

 

Yuuri chuckled. “Alright, move forward.” He uncapped the tube when Wolfram slid upwards. Squeezing out a generous amount of the lube on his fingers, he leaned forward, so that his hand was behind Wolfram. “Oh, sorry,” he said after Wolfram jerked at the touch, “is it cold?”

 

“Yeah. Never mind.”

 

Yuuri rubbed his fingers over the entrance to massage the ring of muscles and to warm the lubricant. Wolfram pushed against his digits indicating he was more than ready. Yuuri pressed, his index finger slipping through.

 

“Mmnn…” Wolfram hummed, savoring the feel of penetration.

 

Yuuri moved his finger in and out then he added another one. He pumped leisurely then crooked them to press against the blond's prostate.

 

“Ahh,” Wolfram exhaled as a spark of new pleasure raced through him.

 

Wolfram leaned forward, now nearly lying on Yuuri, his body flushed and following the rhythm of his husband's fingers in his body. Vaguely, he could head the bed squeaking. He lowered his forehead to Yuuri's chest to stifle the moans that threatened to erupt from his throat. He was wet, loose and wanted it so badly that it made him tremble.

 

Yuuri removed his fingers. Sitting up, he pulled Wolfram into his lap. Yuuri held the blond by his waist while they shared a hurried and sloppy kiss. Then Wolfram pushed himself away. He rose a little above Yuuri. Holding himself with his left hand on Yuuri's shoulder, he reached out with his right behind him. He took Yuuri and maneuvered him so that he was pressed against his entrance. He started sliding downwards, impaling himself.

 

Yuuri's hands slid down Wolfram's waist and to his hips. He fought down the urge to just shove Wolfram all the way down. Instead, his hands settled there to support Wolfram. A few seconds later Wolfram was sitting in his lap. The blond exhaled the breath he had been holding. A few seconds later he raised himself then came down again.

 

“Oh yeah,” Yuuri grunted as the movements became faster. “Damn yeah.”

 

Wolfram's skin was flushed while he rode Yuuri. His husband's cock was hard as a rod of steel. If at first it did not feel very natural, now he could only think about getting it as deep into himself as possible. He leaned forward to wrap his arms Yuuri's shoulders. He groaned into Yuuri's neck as the slight change in the position made a burst of new pleasure shoot up his spine.

 

The blond panted against Yuuri's neck. “Umm…” he pressed his mouth to Yuuri's skin to muffle his voice. The pleasure was coiling tighter and tighter to the point of snapping back upon itself.

 

“I'm n-early,” Wolfram grunted out. “Ohh…” he closed his eyes again. It was good, so good.

 

Then it was gone, his unsatisfied body suddenly changing position. Disoriented, Wolfram looked up at Yuuri who now was above him. Yuuri was on his knees between Wolfram's spread legs. Wolfram bent his knees, shifting closer. Yuuri pulled his lower body onto his lap then guided himself back into him.

 

The change in the position prolonged his orgasm, Yuuri's cock now stimulating different areas in him. Wolfram's hands fisted themselves into the bedding so as to fight the urge to touch himself. Yuuri now was in control, his deep forceful thrusts rocking his body. Wolfram turned his head to the side and gritted his teeth to keep himself from moaning.

 

Pre-cum was oozing steadily from Wolfram's cock and pooling on his stomach. Yuuri rubbed his fingers over the puddle then took hold of Wolfram's member. The reaction was instantaneous, Wolfram tightening around him, nearly painfully. Grunting at the pressure, Yuuri started smearing the pre-come over the blond's length. After a few strokes, the pressure around him lessened but then, now pulsing, was back again.

 

“I'm going to…” Wolfram panted out. His body tightened, then arched. The cock in Yuuri's hand throbbed then started spurting clear liquid.

 

Yuuri's eyes rolled back in his head at the heat and sudden near impossible restriction around his cock. He waited for Wolfram's orgasm to subside then pulled out from him to finish himself with his hand. It took only a few quick strokes and he released over the blond's chest, some of his sperm landing on his chin too.

 

Not yet completely back from the heights of pleasure, Wolfram raised his hand to wipe at it. Then he raised his fingers to smell it. Slowly it dawned on him that he was still lying sprawled over Yuuri's lap while his husband was watching him with an affectionate smile on his face.

 

“Hm?”

 

“I think we could use some tissues here,” Yuuri said, drawing a circle on Wolfram's chest, mixing their seed.

 

Wolfram tried to move backwards but Yuuri held out his hand for him. “There's a pack in one of the drawers,” Wolfram said, taking his hand. He straddled Yuuri then slid off him and to the side.

 

Yuuri climbed off the bed and walked over to the nightstand. Indeed, inside the first drawer there was a box of tissues. He took it and came back into the bed. They cleaned themselves as much as they could and went to sleep.

 

XXXXX

 

“Hmmnn,” Yuuri purred, crawling over and leaning against his husband's back while Wolfram was reaching out for something outside the bed. He nuzzled the back of Wolfram's neck. “What are you doing?”

 

“I'm trying to see what time of day it is,” Wolfram replied. He grabbed the edge of the curtain and pulled it towards him. He repeated the action a few times until the heavy curtains parted in the middle, letting in bright sunrays.

 

“Lakarde must be already up,” Yuuri said, rolling off Wolfram as he slid back under the covers. “Go shower first. I'll come down later.”

 

Wolfram nodded. He stretched in the bed, yawning. “Right!” he said, throwing the covers aside onto Yuuri and jumping out of the bed. “Ow,” he frowned at the dull ache in his lower regions. Then his eye caught the crumbled tissues strewn around the bed. “Clean up the mess while I'm taking a shower.”

 

“Hmm?” Yuuri scooted to the edge of the bed and looked over. “Ooh, the proof of our highly successful rendezvous.”

 

Wolfram chuckled. He found a night-robe and dressed himself in it. Climbing downstairs, he could hear Lakarde playing something again. Slightly opening the door, he stuck his head into the living-room.

 

“You hungry?” he asked the boy.

 

“I made myself some sandwiches for breakfast,” Lakarde answered.

 

“What time is it?”

 

“Past midday.”

 

Wolfram blinked. “You should have woken us up.”

 

Lakarde gave him a look. “From what I heard yesterday just before going to sleep, I figured you two would need your rest,” he muttered.

 

Wolfram felt his cheeks burn. “Ah,” he said. He turned around. “I'll go take a shower then we'll see about lunch.”

 

“Right,” Lakarde said, going back to playing the game.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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