Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Inexorable Flow ❯ Part 25 ( Chapter 25 )

 

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 - 45. Wolfram…let's say he is about the same age as Yuuri just a little older. Lakarde - 12.

 

Inexorable Flow

 

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

 

Part 25

 

After asking some of the guards who were around, Leahir found the black-haired male outside in the garden. The man was sitting on one of the few benches and sipping slowly from his glass.

 

“What a coincidence,” Leahir said walking over to the bench. “I also thought about escaping all that noise and listening to the music outside…”

 

The clear blue eyes regarded him rather indifferently. The younger male raised his glass to take another sip.

 

“Hardly,” he said lowering his glass. “Keeping in mind I saw you talking to Kyota, then you following me… I hardly would call that a coincidence, sweetheart,” the black-haired man gave him an unpleasant smile. “So what is it that you wanted? A nice dress by the way,” he leered at Leahir.

 

“Something's telling me that it's not exactly a compliment,” Leahir muttered. He walked around the bench and leaned on the backrest behind the other male. Taking in a rich spill of black hair, Leahir smiled to himself. Where was that softness in the head Kyota had been talking about?

 

“I was trying to find out your name but Kyota was being an asshole.”

 

“It's Amae Sederu. Anything else?”

 

“He also said that you aren't worth wasting my time. Is that true?”

 

Amae turned around to give him a livelier look which was probably a good sign. Then, silently, the black-haired man sipped from his glass again.

 

“It was true enough for him,” Amae shrugged finally. “As for you… I think it is more about me deciding you are worth me wasting my time, isn't it?”

 

Leahir found himself grinning. “True.” He circled the bench and sat down next to Amae. The younger male shot him a glance but didn't say a word. “I was wondering about your status here. Faraya was killed, but it seems you have made the right friends... The King doesn't like you, but here you are, at his birthday party.”

 

Amae lifted the glass to his lips, took a big ungraceful gulp and lowered the empty glass to the ground. “It's no fucking business of yours, babe.” He gave a charming smile, Leahir catching a dangerous glint in the sapphire eyes. Leahir thought he knew another reason why Amae had caught Kyota's attention - the man was fiery, which obviously had induced his interest.

 

“But I'd like to know how to introduce you to other people after we start going out…”

 

Amae rolled his eyes at the shameless proposal. “It's not going to happen, so don't worry your head over it.”

 

“More wine?” Leahir suggested, pointing at the grass where Amae's empty wineglass stood.

 

Amae's look slid to the side of the bench to stare at it. “Trying to get me drunk?”

 

“It's just that you look like you could use some.”

 

Amae snorted silently. Lately he always felt like he could use some, and preferably something much stronger than wine. “Fuck it,” he cursed, grabbing his glass and getting up from the bench. Ignoring the man trailing behind his back, he went back into the castle and back into the celebration hall where he turned right to the beverages.

 

But he did not reach them as Kyota suddenly barred the way. Amae nearly collided with him. Before recoiling from Kyota, his nose was assaulted by the strong smell of liquor.

 

“Amae Sederu has promised us a show today!” Kyota beamed at the former concubine. “Make room, everyone! Move aside! Aside!” he waved his hands at the middle of the hall which emptied in a few seconds.

 

Amae's wide eyes showed that he had no idea what Kyota was talking about. Then, an unnatural smile stretched the former concubine's face while his suddenly stormy eyes were glaring daggers at Kyota.

 

The hall around him now devoid of people, Amae stood like a statue for a few seconds. He still had a smile plastered on his face. Slowly, he made a move towards the center of the hall. He stood there for a few deathly quiet seconds, then looked around. He walked over to an elderly lady and reached out his hand for a colorful fan that she was holding.

 

“May I, milady?” Amae bowed.

 

“Of course,” the woman nodded, smiling.

 

Amae took the fan. With a quick flick of his wrist folding it, he came back into the middle of the hall. His arms at his sides, his head lowered, he took a stance. Unmoving, he stood like that for several seconds.

 

Suddenly, the fan snapped open. Slowly, Amae raised his arm so that the fan now was over his head. He turned his head sideways, his left arm rising parallel to the hall's floor. The outspread fan traced the line of his left arm, both arms now nearly in one line. His head still turned to the side, Amae held out his arms again. He made a step forward, his arms rising above his head.

 

The fan snapped shut. With a slow walk Amae rounded a little circle. The fan slid open again, Amae's right leg gliding forwards, his back arching. Slowly, the fan trailed over his chest and above his head while Amae reclined even further. Through the slit in his tunic that now hung loosely, one could see his right leg. Muscles tensed under the smooth and healthy skin while he balanced, the arm that was holding the fan coming about twenty centimeters above the floor.

 

Amae returned to the starting position. With a quick twirl of his wrist the fan made a circle above his head. His movements now fast and aggressive, he swept through the hall.

 

It was silent, people standing and watching the performance absolutely still. Then the whirlwind stopped with a halt, the fan snapping shut, accentuating the abrupt and effective end. He was panting lightly. It was silent for a few seconds then a wave of applause rose.

 

Wolfram stopped clapping and looked over at Kyota who had been watching the dance as if mesmerized but now, as it had ended, was scowling. Did he really think a concubine wouldn't know how to dance?

 

“It reminds me of some Indian dancing with tango elements,” Yuuri said, watching Amae walk over to the lady he had borrowed the fan from.

 

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Wolfram said.

 

Once Amae returned the fan, Leahir sided up to him. He followed Amae towards the beverages.

 

“Let me,” Leahir caught Amae's hand and took the bottle Amae had expressed interest in. Sensing that all Amae wanted tonight was to get drunk, he poured him a glassful, then filled his own glass. Silently, Amae took the glass from him then sat down at the table in the place Leahir pointed. Leahir took the chair next to him.

 

He clinked his glass against Amae's. “An amazing performance.”

 

“Thanks,” Amae muttered.

 

“Well, whatever is eating you, I hope it will pass.”

 

“Yes, me too,” Amae muttered, and Leahir felt that he was getting somewhere. While sipping from his glass he cast his eyes over the former concubine again. Damn, Kyota was a fool. Whatever grudge he had against Amae, it was not worth refusing such a man. Smiling softly, Leahir watched the black-haired man drinking the liquor as if it were the last in his life.

 

Half an hour later, Leahir realized that he had made a mistake. It went the opposite of what he had expected. Instead of relaxing, with each glass Amae drank, he became more and more intractable. Leahir could almost see the man radiating a black aura. To his every try at flirting Amae responded with an icy glare and acid tongue. If that wasn't enough, Kyota had been watching them for the last ten minutes without even blinking. Just sat at the opposite end of the table, stared at them and slowly took leisurely sips from his glass. His eyes were talking murder.

 

“Will you knock it off?” Amae hissed at Leahir when the man tried to take his glass of wine away. “First inviting me to drink, then not giving me any!”

 

“For all the god's sakes, you've had more than enough!” Leahir said, reaching out for the glass again.

 

“Will you fucking stop groping it?!” Amae yelled at Leahir, slapping his hands away from the glass.

 

Leahir blanched as half of the hall turned to them. Sure, now everyone was sure that he was trying to grope Amae. The concubine was a nasty one. He glared at the man who was filling his glass again and was drunk out of his head. Amae offered him a challenging glare back then stood up. The next second he grabbed the table to keep his balance. He looked ridiculously surprised that his body protested against being upright.

 

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?!”

 

Leahir turned his head to the side to bump his nose into Kyota's. The dangerous fire burning in Kyota's eyes made him wish he had never approached Amae in first place. Kyota was ablaze with jealousy. Leahir wondered briefly if Kyota even realized that.

 

“He,” Amae pointed his hand at Leahir. He almost fell over as it lessened his support. He frowned. “He,” Amae repeated, “is being irritating. I…” He flopped back into his chair ungracefully, almost toppling over with it. “I just want to get drunk.”

 

“I think you have already reached your goal.”

 

The three of them turned their heads to the king. “Kyota, see Amae to his room.”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Kyota answered quickly without missing a beat. He grabbed the glass from Amae's hand and put it down onto the table, then tugged the younger male up.

 

“But I don't want to!”

 

“Amae.”

 

The former concubine fell silent at the king's tone. His face one big frown, he let Kyota lead him out of the hall.

 

“I can walk on my own!” Amae jerked his arm away from Kyota as soon as the door closed behind them. Kyota smirked at Amae when he found it difficult to walk on his own and stumbled, managing to catch himself on the nearby wall at the last second.

 

Amae glared at the smirking man. Kyota just stood there without moving. What an asshole. Snorting, Amae pushed himself off the wall, so that only his hands were on it. Walking along the wall and supporting himself, he managed to cross the corridor and reach the stairs.

 

“Now what?” Kyota giggled at him after casting a look at the stairs. “Going to crawl on all fours?”

 

Amae looked around the hall. He thought about calling one of the guards who was standing farther away at the door leading to another corridor, then decided not to. Resolute, he started climbing.

 

It took Amae about ten minutes to stagger to the top of the stairs. “Ha!” he said triumphantly, putting his foot on the last step and suddenly his hand, instead of the railing, grasped empty air. His eyes wide, Amae waved his arms around to grab at anything but found nothing. A thought of a long roll downwards, blood and broken bones crossed his drunken mind.

 

Amae huffed loudly as his back hit something solid behind him.

 

“Got you,” Kyota muttered, holding the younger man firmly with his right hand while his left was squeezing the railing.

 

Amae's head fell forward, his chin almost hitting his chest, and he exhaled, relieved. He started climbing again as Kyota pushed him forward.

 

“I see you still are useless.”

 

Amae put his foot on the last step and turned around to face Kyota. “I am…” He squeezed the railing firmer, “considering pushing you down the stairs,” he admitted.

 

“Gods, you are so stupid when drunk.”

 

Amae's misty eyes regarded Kyota with drunken curiosity. “So, any other time, I am not?”

 

“No, any other time you are twice as stupid.”

 

Kyota caught Amae's wrist when the younger man's hand shot out to shove at him. Snarling furiously at the intended attempt, Kyota trussed Amae's hand behind his back.

 

“I hate you!” Amae yelled at him when Kyota pushed him forward to his room.

 

“The feeling is mutual, babe,” Kyota growled, thrusting the door to Amae's room open. He shoved the younger male into the room forcefully.

 

Amae turned around while rubbing his hurting wrist.

 

“Asshole!”

 

“Bitch!”

 

“Fucker!”

 

“Whore!”

 

Amae's eyes blazed dangerously. Kyota braced himself when the younger male threw himself at him.

 

Kyota wasn't sure how, but after a few seconds of grappling, he had Amae's back slammed into the door, his hands on Amae's ass and his tongue down the other man's throat. And it didn't seem that Amae minded it much.

 

There was something wrong with the two of them like that, Kyota was able to feel that instinctively, but with Amae moaning and Amae's sudden arousal rubbing against his stomach it was difficult to think, and from the door they moved towards the bed. It didn't work very well as Amae was hardly able to stand, and Kyota's hands and mind were busy with the thought of getting Amae's underwear down at any cost. They stumbled and rolled over the carpet.

 

With Amae eagerly helping him, Kyota soon tossed the underwear aside where it landed onto a vase with freshly cut flowers. Once done with that, Amae reached his hands out to continue fumbling with Kyota's belt. They somehow got to the bed and fell onto it. Amae's back bounced off the mattress a few times then his tunic flew up.

 

Kyota had been sure he had at least two condoms somewhere in his pockets. He always had them. And while putting the found condom on, Kyota congratulated his consistency to make sure to replenish his supplies at the Great Sage's. Amae's legs fell apart for him invitingly and he took the invitation with a great pleasure.

 

Amae came a few minutes later, and Kyota, still trying to reach his orgasm and staring down at the sweaty and panting man underneath him, realized that he was a fool. He hadn't wanted anyone else like he wanted Amae right now. The problem was that he hated that. He hadn't wanted that.

 

Then Kyota was there and gone. When his body stopped being shaken by the last orgasm tremors, his hand fisted into Amae's hair near his scalp and he pressed his forehead to the younger male's shoulder while catching his breath.

 

Rolling off the already drowsing man, Kyota took the condom off, made a knot and threw it across the room where it hit the wall and fell somewhere onto the carpet. Not even thinking about getting up and putting it properly into the bin, Kyota pushed the younger male aside to get the cover from underneath them. Let Amae see it and be as baffled as he was now. On the other hand, Amae probably had no idea what a condom was.

 

Pulling the cover over them, Kyota yawned, dragged Amae closer to him and decided to deal with everything tomorrow.

 

XXXXX

 

Wincing at the excruciating pain in his head, Amae stared at the wall in front of him. Why the heck did his head hurt so much? He covered his eyes with his hand and raised them to look at the window. It was a bright day already. Yesterday's fest swam up vaguely in his memory, with that a bottle of some awfully bitter liquor which lingered as a rotten taste in his mouth. His memory stopped at Leahir trying to stop him from drinking and instead talk him into finding a calm nook to fuck.

 

“Asshole,” Amae muttered. Groaning loudly at the pang in his head and somewhat weird feel in his lower regions, he looked down at the carpet expecting to see his slippers. Not finding them, slowly, he climbed off the bed, circled it and went straight for the table where stood a carafe with water. Not bothering with glasses, he lifted the entire carafe and started drinking from it. He thought that it was a bit funny that he was still wearing his tunic. Heaving a content sigh, he lowered the carafe. Putting it back onto the table, he cast his look around the room to find his accursed slippers. His attention was drawn by his underwear adorning a bouquet of flowers. Not really understanding, he stared at the blue garment. A minute later, half-suspecting, he turned his head back to the bed. A tuft of long dark blue hair was visible from under the covers.

 

Amae's killing headache returned with full force. Slapping his hands over his face, he rubbed furiously. That didn't make Kyota disappear. Leaning on the table heavily, Amae stared at the bed for a few seconds then pushed himself off the table and shot to gather his underwear from the bouquet. He sped out of the room as if his hair were on fire.

 

XXXXX

 

When Kyota woke up, Amae wasn't in the bed anymore. He had expected that, but hoped that he would be the first to wake up. He found his trousers under the bed; probably had gotten kicked there while the two of them tried to get into the bed. His jacket was behind the headboard.

 

Kyota pulled his trousers up, buttoned his shirt, flung the jacket on and sat down onto the bed to think. Amae had been drunk out of his head yesterday. He, on the other hand, hadn't been that drunk. His dissatisfaction, anger, jealousy and possessiveness over the other man won and he had just flopped Amae down onto his back and took him. He didn't feel surprised. He knew perfectly that he had wanted Amae since the first time they met. It hadn't changed.

 

He was bitter and angry with the younger male for his earlier betrayal. He wanted to hate Amae. But instead, all what was left to him was to abhor his own feelings towards the younger man. He couldn't stand the way Amae was looking at him - with pity and guilt. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do about all of that, but he assumed that some course of action was going to be taken by Amae now.

 

XXXXX

 

Amae was walking past the yard. There still were many guests present, and he felt reluctant to parade in the main corridors. He snuck out through the kitchen and was planning on heading through the garden and then to the back entrance and to the baths. Walking along the high fence, he watched a few men that were sparring. He was already halfway to the small gate leading to the garden when he noticed Leahir Sandel sparring with one of the soldiers. Amae hurried his step. He wanted no trouble.

 

“Sederu!”

 

Amae groaned inwardly, and pretended not to hear.

 

“Hey, Amae!”

 

Amae heard quick steps behind him and turned around. Leahir was right in front of him. Amae had to raise his head to look at the man's face. Amae did not often see men that were taller than himself. With clothes that befitted his sex Leahir looked completely different from yesterday. Even the air about him was absolutely different. There was no longer that mellow feel about him anymore, just pure virility. In addition to that, Leahir was giving him a grim look.

 

“Hello, Amae, sweetheart. So today you're already pretending you don't know me?” Leahir said in a voice that was suggesting Amae was going to regret this.

 

“I'm sorry for yesterday,” Amae said, giving a quick bow. “I don't really…”

 

“Even if you say that…” Leahir scowled. “Everyone is sure that yesterday I groped you to my heart's content.”

 

Amae ruffled through his hair then offered Leahir a seductive smile. “But wasn't groping your original intention anyway? Or you are angry that it never led further?”

 

Leahir found himself grinning at the younger male. “You sure have a lot of nerve. But while it might be true what you're saying, I've never been known for trying to force myself on anyone. I must have appeared quite desperate.”

 

“Ah, might it be you're worried about your reputation?”

 

“You're slow on the uptake, sweetheart.”

 

Amae chuckled lightly. “Happens to me all the time.”

 

Leahir seized Amae with his eyes. It seemed that except for having a hangover and strongly reeking of Kyota, the former concubine was fine. He wondered if Amae being a half-blood realized that. Then he decided that since Amae was trying to sneak into the baths through the backdoor was a proof that he did.

 

So he was a “no”, but Kyota was a go? Leahir felt his ego stirring.

 

“C'mon, let's have a match,” he said.

 

Amae's eyes widened. “Huh?” Only now he understood why Leahir was holding two wooden swords in his hands. He shook his head. “I'm no good at sword-fighting.”

 

It was obvious that Leahir Sandel did not care whether he was good or bad at it - the man had already retreated about two meters away. Clumsily, Amae caught the wooden sword that was tossed to him.

 

“Seriously, I've only held one a few times in… Yahrg!” He was just in time to parry Leahir's sword that was aimed right for his face. “Are you an idiot?!” Amae yelled at him. “I'm telling you that I am no good at this!”

 

“Will you shut up?!”

 

Amae closed his mouth. He looked around to see that all the soldiers that had earlier been in the yard were gone now. Leahir must have instructed for them to leave. Or they had done this on their own accord so as not to interfere.

 

Amae jumped away as Leahir charged again. Running away in the long tunic that he was wearing would be a bad idea - he would not get even a few steps before Leahir struck him on the head from behind. He hardly managed to block another hit.

 

“You're going to get into a serious trouble for attacking a passerby,” Amae warned the older male.

 

The following attack made Amae's hand numb, the fingers hardly holding on the sword. The entire time he was walking backwards and Leahir was still pushing. While trying to parry his next attack, Amae suddenly stumbled and landed on his side with a heavy thump. Leahir did not even think about stopping and his sword rose again. Amae somehow parried the attack, but the next hit on his wrist made him yelp in pain and let go of his sword. As Leahir's sword rose again, he shielded his head with his arms and called on his water element.

 

“Leahir Sandel, put your sword down immediately!”

 

Leahir lowered his sword. Amae removed his arms off his face and turned to the side to see an enraged Prince Consort.

 

“Your Highness,” Leahir bowed.

 

“What's going on here?” Wolfram demanded. He pointed at a shade of Amae's water element that was looming a bit farther. As it had rained only several days ago, it had taken some time for it to form. “What's this?”

 

“Is there a problem, Your Highness?” Leahir asked in a surprised voice. “We have just been sparring.” He looked at the former concubine who now was getting up from the ground. “Right, Amae?”

 

“Yes,” Amae nodded, “this jealous sonovabitch was trying to teach me a few useful moves.”

 

Leahir flinched lightly.

 

Wolfram stared at both of them then gave Amae a good measured glare. Amae was telling him not to interfere. He respected Amae enough to do as asked. But still… “And the element?”

 

“Oh, we started getting hot and I thought that some water would be just what we need.”

 

“At least try to look convincing while lying,” Wolfram gritted out through his teeth. “You,” he shot a sharp look at Leahir. “Cause me trouble again, and I'll deal with you so fast you won't even have a chance to blink.”

 

Leahir bowed. “Yes, Your Highness.”

 

Wolfram turned to glare at Amae then started walking away.

 

“Don't forget your sword,” Leahir said when Amae started walking in the opposite direction, towards the gate to the garden.

 

Amae gave him a look then leaned down to pick it up from the ground. Carrying it loosely in his hand, he continued towards the gate.

 

Leahir watched him disappear then chuckled softly. “And you are not so easily intimidated, are you?”

 

Leahir decided to go to the stables and see how his horse was doing. The beast was happy to see him and was neighing, content with the chucks on his counter. After gentling the horse for about an hour, Leahir brought the animal back into the stables then washed and brushed him carefully.

 

“Good boy,” Leahir patted the horse before leaving the stables.

 

Leahir left the stalls but when he was almost at the door, it opened and Amae entered. The former concubine gave Leahir a look. He was still carrying the wooden sword.

 

“Catch!” Amae said, throwing it to the other man.

 

Instinctively, Leahir raised his arms. It seemed that it had been all that Amae had wanted from him and his fist flew towards Leahir's face.

 

“Tssk,” Leahir shook his head, squeezing Amae's fist in his left hand. “You forget that I'm a full-blooded Mazoku and quite in a good form, so it's obvious that I'm faster than you. But I'll give you that - a pretty bold move for a concubine. Or maybe just stupid…” he said squeezing Amae's fist and turning his wrist so that Amae's face was soon contorted with pain.

 

Leahir pushed him away, letting go. Glaring at him, Amae rubbed his wrist. He yelped as Leahir suddenly slapped him across the face. The slap was so intense that it just swept Amae off his feet.

 

“What? Why so surprised?” Leahir asked, staring down at Amae who was holding his left side of the face and watching him from the ground with shocked eyes. “Think of that as the settlement for what you intended to do; I am quite sensitive concerning threats to my face.”

 

“You can play a woman as long as you like,” Amae hissed, his leg suddenly shooting out from the ground, the foot aiming for Leahir's crotch. “But I have no problems with getting punched in the face a few times,” he spat. “I am a man, Leahir. A man. It will take more than a few slaps to get me down.”

 

There was a short howl as if that of a wounded animal and Leahir grabbed at his crotch with his hands, his legs giving in at once, he sagged onto his knees, then fell on his side. Rolling on the ground, he continued to wail.

 

Amae watched him for a few seconds then stood up, dusted his tunic off and walked off back to the door.

 

Through the tears streaming from his eyes, Leahir watched the retreating concubine. “Really,” he coughed, wheezing, “even if you say that…only a woman would have… Oh gods, this hurts.”

 

XXXXX

 

Ruffled, Amae was tearing around the Castle. At first Kyota, then Leahir. What the hell did they want from him? The two of them were together, so it was very likely they were using him to stoke each others' passions. But why the heck did Kyota have to go and drag him into bed and then Leahir… Amae nearly growled. Was the bastard jealous or just liked playing around? Or was he insulted he slept with Kyota instead of him? Or was that swordplay just some sadomasochistic pick up?

 

“Fucking damnit it all!” Amae hissed after having taken a look at himself in the mirror that hung in his room. There could be seen a reddish bruise on his cheek. The entire incident and the mind games reminded him of those times in Faraya's harem. “Two idiotic bastards! Thinking I'll be their plaything! Screw them!” He downed his glass of wine and lowered it noisily back to the table. “Arachi, let's go!”

 

The royal guard stood in the doorway regarding the young man inside the room. He had been on duty elsewhere when the Prince Consort had passed by, then suddenly stopped, turned and ordered him to “Go find Amae and see that he stays out of trouble. At least for a while.” And then moved on. Leaning against the door frame, the guard gave the former concubine's back a look that could only be described as “Why me?”. Instead, he asked, “Where to?”

 

“Don't particularly care, just away from this madhouse!”

 

“Oh, these coordinates sound very familiar,” Arachi scowled.

 

Amae's head snapped around to offer him a glare. “Just get me a freakin' horse!”

 

“Fine, fine,” the royal guard conceded. “Be in the yard in ten minutes.”

 

Ten minutes later the two of them set off for the nearest lake.

 

“You sure you can take it?” Arachi asked.

 

From under a wide hat to protect his still somewhat hurting head from the bright sun, Amae gave him a look saying he could take about anything except for staying in the Castle.

 

Half an hour later, the two of them dismounted. While Arachi was hobbling their horses, Amae leaned his back against a tree that was offering satisfactory shade and took off his hat.

 

“There,” he exhaled contently, “peace and quiet.”

 

After a while he decided to go for a swim. He warned Arachi that he was not that good of a swimmer and the guard nodded, moving into Amae's place under the tree from where he could plainly see the lake.

 

Amae had just started washing his hair as Arachi heard a lone rider approach from behind. He turned around and stood up. The man, who had just emerged from the wood, now was tying his horse to a nearby tree.

 

Alert, Arachi moved forward intending to cross the path of the man. Then he suddenly recognized Kyota Docharo. Arachi moved back under the tree, letting the higher-ranking male pass. Kyota must have noticed him, but there was nothing to indicate that.

 

For a few minutes Kyota stood watching Amae's back while the younger male was rinsing his hair. Then Amae stood still, staring at something at the opposite side of the lake, far in the distance. It was nearly evening, the sun starting to disappear behind the forest.

 

Kyota suddenly was brought twenty years back, to Ekara, to a river where had been watching Amae just like now. Not sure what came over him, Kyota started taking his boots off, soon tossing his jacket and shirt onto the grass. He unclasped his belt and pulled his trousers off and threw them onto the pile. He waded into the water.

 

Amae finally seemed to have heard the splashing water and turned around to see what was going on. Sighing, Amae turned his head away from Kyota. Cupping his hands and scooping some water he splashed his face with it. He wondered if Kyota was intending to drown him. Then he settled on the thought that all Kyota wanted was sex; the blue-haired man must know that there was an elite guard in the shadows watching over both of them.

 

Amae shivered as Kyota brushed the hair off his nape and back, lowering the long wet mass of it onto his left shoulder. Warm lips touched his cool neck and Amae closed his eyes. There was something absurd in this situation, he knew that.

 

From afar Arachi watched Amae turn around to face Kyota. The two stared at each other then Kyota leaned forward, and Amae let the older male kiss him. The kiss soon overgrew into passionate caresses. A few moments later Kyota and Amae turned to the shore. Kyota had his arm wrapped around the younger man's waist, as if afraid he might flee at any time. Amae did not flee, though. They walked over to the pile of Kyota's clothes on the shore. Neither of the two looked at where they knew the guard was. Arachi noticed that Kyota's step was shaky, he could sense the turmoil in the blue-haired man. Amae, though, seemed calm, too clam and indifferent. It wasn't making much sense. What was Amae doing?

 

The pair approached the pile, and Kyota leaned down to spread his jacket onto the grass. Once done, he pulled down his underwear. Suddenly Amae seemed to be surprised by the entire thing as if he had just woken up.

 

From up close, Amae stared at Kyota's blurry face while the man was kissing him. Not getting any response, Kyota raised his head to look at Amae. After seeing the look on Amae's face he wanted to ask what was wrong, but he didn't because the list Amae would have produced would have killed the mood completely.

 

“I'm going back,” Amae suddenly said, pushing Kyota away.

 

Kyota held the younger man's arm. “You are not going anywhere,” he muttered darkly.

 

Amae jerked his arm to get free. “Let go!” Kyota let go of him, and he moved away. “Let's agree that nothing happened,” he said, slipping past Kyota.

 

Kyota turned to Amae's retreating back. “I wasn't that drunk last night, Amae,” he muttered. Amae turned around, and Kyota gave him a serious look. “I really want you.”

 

Amae raised his hand to rub his hurting forehead. “And what about it?” he sighed. “This isn't anything new, Kyota.”

 

Kyota glared at him. “Why? Tell me why you always act like an asshole?!” He fell silent as Amae only continued to stare at him as if asking whether he had finally decided what he wanted to do. Kyota could not hold his gaze. “Listen, it's complicated.”

 

“Sure.” Amae turned to go.

 

“Running away again?!” Kyota shouted at him desperately.

 

“Who is running?! You are the one who's running! Why did you come here at all?! What the hell do you want from me?! Do you even know yourself what you want from me?!”

 

Kyota had a pretty clear idea why he had followed Amae and what he wanted from him and that knowledge only angered him even more. “Don't tell me I'm the one running! Every time I reach out, you disappear, you damn bastard!” He grabbed Amae by his shoulders and tried to shove him onto the grass.

 

“What are you doing?! Get your hands off me!”

 

Seeing the two naked men tussling, and knowing that there was no way Amae could win, Arachi moved closer to them in case the shoving about turned into exchanging blows or rape. Another thing that struck him as odd was that neither of the two were using their elements in this, which was obviously showing that neither wanted to seriously hurt the other. At first the two irritated men were loudly shouting at each other, then their shouts turned into angry growls and hisses that he could not hear.

 

The guard moved forward as Kyota finally managed to wrestle the younger man to the ground. Kyota had not hit Amae, but this was getting out of hand.

 

But when there were only a couple of meters left to where the two lay, Arachi stopped. Now he wasn't even sure what was happening. Was Amae still fighting Kyota? True, the younger male was still trying to push Kyota off him, but for some reason his mouth was all over Kyota's. For some reason whatever Amae was doing was closer to kissing Kyota than fighting him. Arachi scratched his head, confused. Did he need to interfere?

 

“Hmhhn… Ahh…”

 

Those were Amae's moans, and Arachi turned back to sit under his tree. It seemed that to all Amae's quirks also belonged this. Whatever it was. Arachi knew that Kyota still loved and wanted the younger male, but Amae… What was Amae doing letting Kyota do this to him? Was this some consolation for Kyota? Did he feel guilty for leaving Kyota back then? Did he actually like Kyota? Did he even care about Kyota? Was Amae just spineless? Did he simply like sex with Kyota?

 

The latter idea seemed to be right as more pleasure filled moans reached his ears. Rhythmical grunting was heard accompanied by alternately soft or loud slaps of flesh against flesh. It went faster and faster. Soon it was over, someone's satisfied groan finishing this imbroglio.

 

Kyota pulled away and Amae lowered his legs off his shoulders. Panting, he stared at the darkening sky. What the hell had just happened? Just like before, again, there was no time to understand what was going on. It was just like lightning. Just a moment which made him lose all reason. One time was bad, now the second one… One couldn't even call this an accident anymore. Amae closed his eyes. An accident? He had slept three times with the man. What freakin' accident was it? Amae could hear Kyota's heavy breathing near him. What was wrong with them both?

 

Amae sat up. He was sore. Kyota had only used his saliva, not even letting him adjust. But that had not lessened the pleasure one bit. Amae lowered his head, letting the damp hair cover his face. It always went that way with him. He sighed. Wasn't this just great?

 

Amae heard Kyota fumbling with clothes, then heard a soft click of metal indicating that the blue-haired male had buckled his belt. Amae rolled off Kyota's jacket, letting the older man take it. He sat on the grass for a couple of seconds, then got up and went to the water. He needed to wash himself.

 

Cursing softly, Amae waded out of the water. Now he was seriously hurting, the pleasure having faded completely. Arachi was standing on the shore, holding his clothes. As expected, Kyota was already gone. Amae cursed again. So who was running away now?

 

“Will you be able to walk? I suppose riding is out of the question?” the guard asked, holding out the tunic for the younger male.

 

Amae glared at him. But Arachi seemed to be as puzzled by this entire thing as Amae himself. Amae sighed. “Yeah, just don't walk fast.”

 

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Leahir gave a deep bow. “Your Highness,” he addressed Wolfram. He made a gesture to refuse the wine that the prince offered. “I came here on business.”

 

Wolfram put his glass down. “Really? Interesting. Does it have anything to do with one particular black-haired male that I caught you messing around with this morning?”

 

“I'd like to buy the concubine.”

 

Wolfram stared at him. “What?” he asked, not sure whether he had heard it right. Was this a joke?

 

“Amae Sederu belongs to Your Highness, doesn't he?” Leahir said, coming closer to the sofa.

 

Wolfram gave him a hesitant look. “Well, technically yes, but…”

 

“I have an offer Your Highness won't be able to refuse,” Leahir said confidently.

 

TBC

 

 

 

A/N 2: Currently I'm working on a new KKM fic (not a continuation). I'm looking for a beta-reader for this new fic. The main star of the fic is Wolfram again but I'll tell you more when you contact me. The fic will approximately be 20 chapters, a bit over 4000 words per chapter, so, as you see, the chapters aren't long and it would not get too tedious to beta-read them. If you are interested in proofreading it, either email me or leave your email and I'll email you. And…you definitely should be a native speaker - either American or British or Australian. Another thing you should be good at is English. And what you definitely shouldn't be is a minor, as the chapters will include sex scenes as well.

I'll be waiting for your response.

chayron

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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