Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely Day ❯ Lonely Day ( Chapter 1 )

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Me: Welcome, all! I have begun writing for KKM again, in part to honor the release of the first KKM manga from Tokyopop—
Tommy: Which we've already bought, of course!
Me: —and for the third season of KKM! But that's not the only reason, of course. Tell 'em, Tommy.
Tommy: Your Humble Fanfic Author, my mistress Herme, will turn another year older tomorrow, but the most important thing about that is that she will become 23-years-old, which (as some of you might have noticed) is her favorite number.
Me: And as an (hopefully not in vain) attempt to prompt the year into being a wonderful year, this is the first of my two newest oneshots for KKM. They stand alone but they are posted in hopes that this year will be full of literature!
Tommy: So, the mistress was doing goodness knows what one night when she was suddenly seized with this great urge to draw a picture of Wolfram holding a baby…in the middle of drawing this picture, she was suddenly seized with this great urge to start writing a fic in which Wolfram was still pregnant…
Me: Yeah, well, I finished the drawing that same night, and have just now finished what you are about to read—
Tommy: Assuming you still want to.
Me: Well, it IS really sappy…
Tommy: So sweet you might get a cavity, like…
Me: Sorry! I was in a particular mood.
Tommy: Sorry, what? A “disturbing” mood?
Me: Oh shut up! *Faces audience* Right, so beyond mpreg and mushiness…I actually have no other warnings for this fic. Ah, besides the fact that this is just A Ball of Angst which you must crack through the surface in order to reach the fluff tucked away inside. And that it is slightly OOC due to the fact that you must force yourself to accept 2 things: 1) Yuri and Wolfram are married, and 2) that they may act the way the following fic depicts. And also on that note: Not to mention if you absolutely, just CANNOT, not even under pain of TORTURE…condone male pregnancy, then please, read no further lest you find yourself suddenly pissed at the implausibility of the following situations. That's all...wow I did the warnings myself!
Tommy: *Stares* So what am I here for?
Me: Emotional support.
Tommy: Emotional's the word alright…

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Lonely Day
by herme23


“Such a lonely day
and it's mine.”
—Malakian


“I'll be back in no time,” Yuri was saying to Wolfram.

“Yes,” Wolfram said, a bit of annoyance beginning to creep into his voice. “So you've told me many times, Yuri! So go already!”

Yuri grinned. Wolfram tried so hard to act nonchalant, but Yuri could read his husband like a book…well, sorta…sometimes it was more like trying to read a book in another language, but sometimes he could pick out a word or two here and there, and the word today just happened to be Melancholy.

Leaning down, Yuri kissed his husband soundly. “Of course I'll go,” he told the miserable blonde. “The sooner I go, the quicker I'll be back, right? And I will be back.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wolfram replied. **Go,** he thought, desperately. **Please go!**

Yuri felt troubled again as he looked at Wolfram. He was being extremely emotional about a common occurrence, but it wasn't as if he was without reason. “Wolfram. Should I stay?”

As quickly as his condition would allow, Wolfram turned and walked towards the window. There his favorite seat was, his favorite book already lying in wait upon its surface. “It's fine, Yuri,” Wolfram said as he picked up the book and sat down. “Now get you gone.”

Yuri grinned at Wolfram's colloquial phrase. “Alright,” he said, walking towards Wolfram.

Wolfram braced himself as he felt Yuri stand behind him. Feeling the light feathery kiss on the top of his head and the hand caressing his belly nearly undid him.

“I love you,” he heard Yuri say softly, and then there were footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

Wolfram waited half a moment, which was as long as he could keep it back. Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt sobs coming on.

**Great One above!** Wolfram cursed. **I hate this!**

And then, almost immediately, Wolfram felt a terrible guilt from the thought. Unconsciously, his arms stole around his protruding belly, his forgotten book falling to the floor with a soft *thud!*

When he had first learned that he was expecting, Wolfram was filled with two very strong emotions: happiness and fear. He was thrilled that he and Yuri would welcome a child they had created together, adding to their little family of three, but afraid that Yuri would not be as enthusiastic. After all, their engagement and eventual marriage was a hard-fought battle for Wolfram. And so, Wolfram kept the secret to himself…for a few days, anyways. It was only a matter of time before Yuri recognized the early morning flights to the toilet, the afternoon sprints to the john, and the evening trips to the lavatory for what they were.

Apparently, not even Yuri was that thick.

About two days after Wolfram found he was pregnant, he and Yuri were preparing to go to sleep. Wolfram lay on his side, very still, trying to stem a wave of nausea that was threatening to send him back to the restroom. All thoughts on this very daunting task, Wolfram was hardly aware of Yuri sliding onto the bed next to him, the dip from the weight rolling Wolfram back a bit towards Yuri. Wolfram realized Yuri's proximity when he felt arms curl around him and pull him back against his husband. Warm breath tickled down his neck and he felt a soft kiss against his bare skin. For a brief moment, Wolfram felt himself relax back into that embrace.

Then Yuri spoke.

“Wolfram,” he said quietly. “Are we going to have a baby?”

Wolfram felt that earlier fear escalate and he froze, unsure of what to say or do. He felt Yuri's hands caress his belly and Wolfram struggled to get away from his fear and nausea.

“Wolfram?”

“Um…yes… ” Wolfram said suddenly. “I—I'm pregnant,” he added in a rush, as if the words would instantly vanish into smoke as soon as they hit the air. He held his breath and waited.

He didn't have to wait long as he felt Yuri sit up immediately behind him. Feeling himself lifted from his reclining position and swept into Yuri's arms did nothing to help his nausea, but his confusion overcame all else. Startled for the moment, he was slow to recognize Yuri's actions.

Yuri had begun to laugh. “Pregnant!? BABY! I can't believe this, Wolfram! We're gonna be parents…again! I love you!”

By the time Wolfram understood what was going on he had begun to cry.

“What's wrong?” Yuri asked, immediately concerned. Panic set in when he remembered Wolfram's delicate condition. “Did I hurt you? Are you hurt?”

Wolfram shook his head, his tears buried behind the hands he had raised to hide them.

“Then what's wrong?”

“You—you're okay with this?”

Yuri was confused. “Okay with this? You mean the pregnancy? Wolf…of course I am!” Pulling Wolfram's hands away, Yuri lifted Wolfram's face and littered kisses all over. “You know what this means, right? You telling me about this at bedtime?”

Wolfram knitted his eyebrows. “No.”

“I'm going to have to wake the entire castle!” Yuri shouted. “I can't keep this to myself!”

“What!?” Wolfram said, but Yuri had already sprinted from the room. By the time, Wolfram caught up with him, Yuri had his brothers, Gunter and Greta crowding around him. Wolfram only had a second to look at them before he felt his mother engulfing him in one of her trademark hugs, followed shortly thereafter by Greta. Embarrassed, upset and pleased, Wolfram put up a token struggle before joining the others in an impromptu celebration.

Since then, Yuri had been nearly inseparable from him, and it pleased Wolfram to no end. He was well into his first trimester, the nausea had made a glorious retreat (only sometimes stealing back into his life, the bastard), and between Greta and Yuri, Wolfram had never felt so beautiful, but then something horrible happened.

Wolfram was already a highly emotional person. He usually blamed it on a combination of his fire element, Conrart, and Yuri's personality. After meeting Yuri, Wolfram had begun to refine his emotional outbursts, and after they had married, he had become something of an expert on controlled emotion and using it to great effect. However, not too far along in his pregnancy, Wolfram began to notice a troubling loss of control. If he had thought he had been jealous of the women Yuri talked to when they first met, then Wolfram had no word to describe what he felt now. Everything he felt seemed to be blown out of proportion and though Yuri was as understanding as a guy on the other side of the wall could be, Wolfram still felt trapped between his emotions and that wall.

After pulling together all his courage, Wolfram met with Gisela to ask her about the whole affair. After being assured (three times) that it was normal, and that taking the prescribed medicinal herbs she had given to him would help, Wolfram and she decided it would be best, perhaps, if Wolfram merely stayed behind rather than accompany Yuri on his good-will trips to the neighboring territories and countries.

To his surprise, it was Yuri who was upset about the whole affair, but Yuri, in trying to create allies amongst countries further than their own borders, couldn't afford to not show up himself. Wolfram (acting more mature than he ever thought possible, and indeed, hardly to be believed) told Yuri to shut up and get out.

And so it had continued for over a two months now. Each time, Wolfram was able to better grab hold of his emotions (the medicine apparently working wonders), but he still wasn't to the point where the separations didn't bother him any less. He was only to the point where he could hold back long enough for Yuri to leave the room.

As he stared out of the window, Wolfram could just make out the tiny figures of Yuri's party heading out of the castle grounds. Both his brothers and Gunter, as well as a good selection of handy people, were leaving with Yuri, and as Wolfram's mother had set sail on a “Search for the Best Baby Clothes,” Wolfram was left all by himself.

Behind him, the door opened and closed.

Okay, not quite by himself.

“O'tou-chan?”

Quickly composing himself, Wolfram turned to see Greta standing a few feet away. Wolfram smiled at her. He wasn't sure when Greta had stopped calling him by his name and started calling him “o'tou-chan” and he wasn't sure when he had begun responding to it, but hormones or not, he always felt a surge of warmth when he heard the word and saw the little face that accompanied it.

“What's the matter?” Wolfram asked.

“Nothing,” Greta said, moving closer when she saw Wolfram hold his hand out to her. “I finished my lessons for today, I just wanted to see what you were doing. Can I sit with you?”

Wolfram smiled. “Let's go sit on the bed.”

As soon as the two had settled onto the soft comforters, Greta launched into non-stop chatter about everything that had occurred that day, beginning with a run-down of how she had chosen which clothes she wanted to wear that day herself, what she ate for breakfast, the newest scheme she'd heard the maids were working on, and what she had learned in her morning classes with Anissina, and Wolfram listened (or pretended to, at times) with pleasure. One half of him teased him for being so…domestic…but the other half took to everything quite happily.

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It wasn't until Wolfram opened his eyes that he realized he had fallen asleep at all. Beside him, the small form of his adopted daughter snuggled up against him, one of her hands resting against his belly. Wolfram smiled as he looked at her through blurry eyes, but then movement just beyond her caught his attention. Startled, Wolfram looked up from Greta to see that there was another person laying on the bed just on the other side of her. For a second, panic seized him, but then he found himself staring into the very familiarly dark eyes of his husband.

Wolfram felt tears start up as he watched Yuri smile and whisper, “Hey, Wolf-cub.”

**I can't believe it,** Yuri thought to himself as he raised a hand to touch Wolfram's cheek. **I can't believe how much I love him. I never thought I'd love anyone this much.** Leaning up on his hands, Yuri leaned over Greta to place a chaste kiss against Wolfram's temple. Then, Yuri slipped his hands under the sleeping form of their daughter and hoisted her from the bed.

Wolfram watched as Yuri left the room, and then rolled onto his other side and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Taking in great gulps of air, he tried to calm himself, but each time he came even remotely close to it, he remembered that Yuri had come back and the tears began again. It was this broken-record state that Yuri found him in when he returned to the bedroom alone.

Crossing the room, Yuri stood in front of Wolfram and took his face into his hands. Kissing over the trails Wolfram's tears had left, Yuri murmured softly, “Don't cry, don't cry.”

“Why are you here?” Wolfram managed. “Aren't you supposed to be in Unlun?”

“No,” Yuri said.

“But—”

“I think I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, actually,” Yuri cut across Wolfram's protests. “I made it as far as the eastern border before I realized it, though. I told Conrad, Gwendal and Gunter that I wanted to come back. Gwendal griped a bit…well, a lot, but Conrad said it was alright. He figured since I'd already met with the queen in Unlun before, even though it was only for a second or two, that it'd be fine even if I wasn't there.”

“But—”

“And besides,” Yuri cut in again, “Gunter said since it was a queen she might be more forgiving of my absence if she knew it was because I wanted to return to the side of my pregnant spouse. Yanno, maternal instincts and all.”

Wolfram gave a watery laugh. “Anything to get out of work, right?”

Yuri smiled back. “Right.”

Then, Yuri leaned down again to place a kiss to Wolfram's forehead, and Wolfram sighed. His eyes closed as Yuri started a path down over the side of this face, kneeling before Wolfram as he did. The path traveled down Wolfram's neck and to his chest, at which point Wolfram instinctively pulled slightly away.

Yuri smiled to himself as he held Wolfram still. He kissed at the delicate chest, very well aware that Wolfram found the soft rounding around his nipples embarrassing.

“Stop,” Wolfram said. “Or else…I mean, the mi—ah, it might come out.”

Yuri grinned. “*What* might come out?”

Wolfram did a full-body flush. “You wouldn't find it so funny, Shibuya, if it were your breasts rather than mine.”

“Ah, but, these are mine,” Yuri grinned, giving them a very light grope.

“Pervert,” was the muttered response, but anything else that might have accompanied it was cut off when Yuri stretched upwards to kiss Wolfram's lips again. This time, Wolfram gave into it completely. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around Yuri's neck, pulling him as close as physics and his stomach would allow. The feeling of Yuri's abdomen and chest rubbing along Wolfram's round belly felt somehow even more intimate than if Yuri were to touch any other part of him. The feeling intensified when he felt Yuri's hands slide under the hem of his maternity blouse. Sensations fluttered through him that felt as strong as if Yuri were caressing his groin. He couldn't help the small moan.

“What?” Yuri asked, pulling away to look at Wolfram's face. “Does it feel good when I touch your belly?”

“Yes,” Wolfram replied. “I mean, it always did, but somehow, when you touch it and kiss me it feels—” He broke off and blushed when modesty found him.

“Better?” Yuri put in helpfully, and Wolfram nodded.

Pulling away off of Wolfram, Yuri tugged Wolfram's shirt up over his head. Wolfram gave no objections, nor did he help. He merely lay back and allowed Yuri to undress him. When Yuri had tugged Wolfram's stretchy pants off his legs, he knelt down and kissed the top of one foot, pulling off his shirt as he did so.

Wolfram gave a soft laugh and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Worshipping you, so shaddup, or I'll stop and never do it again.”

Wolfram laughed and decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He gave an indecipherable murmur of appreciation as he felt Yuri begin to massage his sore feet and ankles. The movements of Yuri's hands were supplemented by soft kisses littered here and there. Eventually, Yuri's magic hands had traveled up his legs and back to his belly.

Yuri kissed the belly that was heavy with what would soon be his second child. A boy, Yuri hoped, just to round out his set. He smiled to himself as he recalled Wolfram's face each time he made that joke. To Wolfram, it didn't matter which, boy or girl, just so long as the baby was healthy, which Yuri agreed with, of course, whole-heartedly. But still, Yuri couldn't help wanting a boy, and besides, he had caught Wolfram and Greta looking at a large book of baby names for boys. He only hoped Wolfram wouldn't still be insisting on Archebeldino by the time the baby came.

Sitting up, Yuri divested the rest of his own clothing before laying back down atop of his flaxen-haired lover and husband, both of the relishing in the feel of their bare skin meeting each other. He kissed at Wolfram's tender breasts and when he felt Wolfram twitch under him, he merely said, “Don't worry, I won't let it come out.”

Yuri trailed his hands up over Wolfram's hips, following their subtle curve. Nestling a knee between Wolfram's soft thighs, Yuri prompted Wolfram into spreading his legs apart. Reaching back a hand, Yuri placed it under one of Wolfram's knees and pulled it up, settling it against his hip until he rested between those pale thighs. Sliding his hand back to meet the other, the two met underneath Wolfram's back, massaging at the curve of Wolfram's spine. Applying pressure with his fingertips, Yuri drank in the sounds of Wolfram's pleasure.

Returning his attention to Wolfram's belly, he made love to its girth with his mouth, simultaneously stroking lightly against Wolfram's groin.

“Ah—AH! Yuri!” Wolfram breathed. “That feels so good!”

Yuri smiled against the skin of Wolfram's belly and increased his motions. Stretching his hands downward, Wolfram pulled on Yuri's shoulders, enticing him to lean up to recapture his lips. Yuri happily complied. Using one hand, he braced himself over Wolfram, his other quickly rubbing over both their arousals. The passion of the moment peaked and boy reached their ends quickly.

When the passion subsided enough, Yuri slid to the side. Wolfram turned on his side and cuddled up to Yuri so that no part of them did not touch.

Wolfram let out a small breath. “Ah, I could hardly breathe!”

Yuri grinned. “'Cause I'm just that good?”

“Ah, well, sure. That, and the baby applies pressure to my lungs.”

Yuri's grin turned sheepish as he laughed lightly. “Sorry, didn't think of that.”

Leaning down, Yuri pressed a kiss to Wolfram's damp forehead. Wolfram caught hold of his hands and pressed them to his belly, coaxing them to move in a circular motion.

“Not enough?” Yuri grinned.

“Just keep at it.”

As Yuri indulged him, Wolfram closed his eyes and basked in the peculiar mix of feelings that were coursing through him. The last strains of pleasure mixed with an almost unbearable happiness at Yuri's unexpected return, all of them mixed together until they formed something that bordered on sorrow. With his contentment came a fear of its loss. Suddenly, Wolfram found that the more he gained, the more he worried.

“You won't be leaving again, will you?” he asked Yuri then.

“No, Gunter is gonna take over everything that we've already decided on, which is only two more meetings, and then we'll be fine. We can breathe easy for awhile and I'll be able to stay with you until the baby is born.” Yuri turned his head to look at Wolfram afterwards. “But, yanno…I won't be able to stay with you all the time.”

“I know.”

“And you won't always be able to come with me.”

Wolfram felt his eyes prick, but he fought to keep his tears at bay. “I know.”

Yuri smiled. “I love you.”

Now Wolfram smiled. “I know.”

“I know you know!” Yuri laughed. “You just know everything these days!”

“You know what they say: Mother knows best.”

“This is getting bizarre,” Yuri replied with a grin. “I mean, just *beyond* gender-bending.”

Wolfram smiled but didn't reply for a moment, but then he asked. “Do you think the baby can hear what we're saying?”

Yuri flushed hard. “I hardly think we're saying anything appropriate for his ears!”

Wolfram laughed. “Even if he hears you moaning, he won't understand it. I just mean, does he hear our voices?”

“I think so, isn't that what Gisela said?”

“I think so, too. You scared?”

Yuri laughed and grabbed Wolfram's body snug back against his. “Kinda.”

“Me, too.”

Silence descended upon them, and Wolfram was lulled by Yuri's gentle breathing and the hands stroking lightly along his belly. His eyelids dipped, heavy with contented drowsiness.

A kiss was applied to the back of his neck, and the last thing he heard before he drifted off was, “But we'll be okay.”

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Author's Note: So basically, I wrote this story just to satisfy myself. I just really wanted to write a family-type story for Yuri and Wolfram...
Tommy: Uh, yeah, just never mind the touch of smut.
Me: Haha, yeah, but I really, REALLY, wanted to write a story that really included Greta in order to just have a good family thing going...poor girl really only made a cameo!
Tommy: Well, regardless, we hope you enjoyed this. Please drop us a line!

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