Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ lying from you ❯ Part II ( Chapter 2 )

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Tommy: Same story?

Me: Yup.

Tommy: This the disclaimer?

Me: Yup.

Tommy: You got a kingdom yet?

Me: Nope…damn…

 

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lying from you

Part II

 

“hopelessly, I'll love you endlessly”

--Bellamy

 

Wolfram couldn't breathe. All he heard was Yuri's voice in his mind. *I was tied up in the wardrobe. * I was tied up in the wardrobe. * I was tied up in the wardrobe. * I was tied up in the wardrobe.* He couldn't breathe. Yuri was angry. He couldn't breathe.

 

He was going to die.

 

He didn't want to die tonight.

 

Jumping up from the bed suddenly, Wolfram turned and ran. It was so sudden, that Yuri merely watched for a moment as Wolfram leapt from the bed and made for the door. It clicked just as Wolfram reached for the doorknob. Rising from his own spot on the floor, Yuri dashed after Wolfram as he flung open the door.

 

Apparently, Conrad and Gunter had taken Yuri's words very seriously as there weren't even any guards outside their door. Wolfram bolted down the carpeted hallway, knowing that Yuri was hot on his heels. Fear spurned him on, but it was no match for Yuri's desperation.

 

Halfway down the hallway, Yuri was close enough that if he jumped, he'd be able to catch the blonde before he could get any further. Lifting himself off of the toes of his foot, he flew the last couple of feet between them and grabbed Wolfram around the waist. Wolfram turned as he ran to try and push Yuri away, but the force of Yuri's flight caused them to fall over. Wolfram landed hard on the floor, but Yuri braced himself above him with one arm and his knees, trying not to crush the boy. Beneath him, Wolfram closed his eyes hard and turned on his side away from him, bundling himself up as if trying to become as small as possible.

 

“Wolfram?”

 

Then Wolfram's body began to shake. The sounds of sobbing came to Yuri's ears.

 

“Wolfram? Wolfram! What's happened? Are you really hurt?”

 

Suddenly scared, Yuri began to feel around Wolfram's body, looking for signs of injury. When his hand touched Wolfram's bare skin, however, he felt Wolfram suddenly jerk and smack his hand away.

 

“DON'T TOUCH ME!”

 

Startled, Yuri pulled his hand away. He wasn't sure what was going on, or what to do, and he waited for Wolfram to say something more. He didn't, however, and his sobs continued. Yuri hovered above him, uncertain and full of mixed emotions. He felt an overwhelming attraction towards Wolfram. He felt frightened because of that attraction. He felt angry again, at the imposter, at himself. He felt like crying, simply for the reason that Wolfram was crying. This in itself was odd. He didn't like to cry, and he certainly had never wanted to cry before for another person. He wanted Wolfram to smile; he wanted him to laugh; to call him a “wimp;” to look at him. Slowly, Yuri leaned down and pressed his head against Wolfram's shoulder blade. He could feel the shudders that wracked Wolfram's slight body as he cried and Yuri closed his eyes.

 

“Please,” he said, softly. “Please don't cry.”

 

His words seemed to have an opposite effect than what he intended. Instead of comforting Wolfram, they only seemed to make him angry.

 

“Why not?” he shouted, still hiding his face with his hands. “Just made a complete ass of myself!”

 

“You did not.”

 

“Oh gods, shut up and leave me alone, Yuri!”

 

With replenished strength, Wolfram twisted to face Yuri again and began to push him off while trying to slide away from him, bracing his feet on either side of Yuri to push away from him and the floor. Yuri tightened his hold on Wolfram's waist and buried his face into Wolfram's stomach.

 

“Stop! Stop!” Yuri shouted, his words muffled by the hot skin he was pressed into. “Why won't you let me stay with you, Wolfram? Are you angry at me? Please, tell me what I did wrong!”

 

Wolfram laughed piteously. “Angry at *you*? Why in the hell would I be angry with you? *You* didn't do anything wrong! How long were you in the wardrobe anyways? Since before he came in, right? I know you saw everything that happened! I know you *heard* everything, didn't you? And don't say you can't remember, because I know you do. You didn't pass out for once and you know what happened and--you know--”

 

Yuri looked up at Wolfram and met his large eyes. “Yes,” he said quietly. “Yes, I remember, but--”

 

“You heard it all!” Wolfram continued, somewhat hysterical. “You know what I've been trying to do, and why! He said it all, he laid out all of the cards, and damn it, he was right! I was only trying to get you to--to--love me, because I didn't want to lose my honor! It was all I had left! And then, he--he made me--no, I let him! I let him…touch me, I touched *him*!” Wolfram paused as more tears came. “Gods, I didn't even realize…you'd think that I, of all people, would know my own…I'm sorry, Yuri. Forgive me, I am so sorry!”

 

Wolfram fell back against the carpeted hallway floor and sobbed quietly, his body quaking. He tried to turn away from Yuri, but Yuri's weight on him prevented it. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

 

Finally, Wolfram's body stopped and his breathing slowed. When he spoke, his voice was subdued and rough from crying. “I'm not asking you to love me, and I'm not asking you to try, but just, please, let me keep this. Let me keep my pride intact. Don't make me into the fool I've been afraid of, that I'm making myself into. Don't…just…I'm sorry for what I tried to do.”

 

Yuri didn't reply. He didn't move. The side of his head had been pressed against Wolfram's bare stomach. He closed his eyes and his skin took in the feel of the other's. Wolfram's skin was a soft as velvet, but warm. So very warm. It was hot. It moved softly up and down with each breath Wolfram took. He suddenly became aware of Wolfram's entire being. He lay flush against the floor, fair arms and fine golden hair draped out across the carpet; the gentle sound of his breathing passed through his parted lips. Strong, though slender, legs enclosed Yuri as he held on to Wolfram's slim waist like one would to a lifeline. He could feel the soft, yet firm, appendage as it pressed against his chest.

 

Yuri had never felt more secure and content. Leaning up slightly, Yuri pressed his lips against the skin just above Wolfram's bellybutton. Wolfram's stomach muscles jerked in surprise as he gave a silent gasp.

 

“Yeah,” Yuri said quietly, “maybe it was all just some plot, and maybe it didn't have the noblest of intentions, but somewhere in there, I fell in love with you anyways.” Wolfram seemed to stop breathing and Yuri looked up at him. Lifting himself from Wolfram's waist, he slid up Wolfram's body until their faces were dead even. “So, okay,” he continued, a small smile on his lips, “maybe he was an imposter, but you answered the questions he asked you, right? And your answers were directed to *me*, right? He asked you to do what you felt like because you *wanted* to, and you responded. Doesn't that mean you like me, at least?”

 

Wolfram exhaled. “Yuri, I…”

 

Yuri gave a mirthless smile. “He didn't get your first kiss, did he?”

 

Wolfram blinked at Yuri a moment before responding. “Oh, er…” He blushed. “No.”

 

Yuri nodded. “Good, because if I couldn't get it, then I sure as hell didn't want him to have it.”

 

Surprised, Wolfram gave a short laugh and a small smile graced his lips. “Is that right?”

 

“That's right,” Yuri said with mock authority. “However, if you like, I'll replace that first kiss with another.”

 

“Another first kiss?”

 

Yuri smiled softly down at the fey creature beneath him. “Yeah, you can have mine. If you want it.”

 

Wolfram closed his eyes and smiled. Eyes closed, he made a show of thinking over the pros and cons of the deal. Finally, he opened his eyes to look at Yuri, nodding his head as if saying, “Yeah, why not? Might as well, seeing as it's the best I can get.” Yuri laughed and leaned down to touch his lips against Wolfram's. His body went cold and his lips trembled as he pressed them against Wolfram's.

 

What was he thinking? How could he kiss such a divine creature as Wolfram von Bielefelt and expect to *actually* know what to do? Wolfram seemed to sense this, and he coaxed Yuri out. Wolfram's lips were as hot as they came, and more experienced, and Yuri's quickly learned from him. After a few moments, Yuri pulled away for breath and Wolfram stared up at him, face thoughtful.

 

“What?” Yuri asked, still breathless and light-headed from excitement.

 

Wolfram shook his head. “Nothing really,” he said. “I guess it's just that, now that I think about it, that's how I always imagined kissing you would be like. Not what happened earlier, but what happened now.”

 

Yuri grinned. “Oh, so you've thought about kissing me?”

 

Wolfram scowled. “Idiot.”

 

Yuri continued to grin. “Care to test your theory again?”

 

Wolfram reached up and pulled Yuri's face to his, Yuri more than willing to let himself be controlled by Wolfram. Wolfram didn't immediately kiss Yuri's lips, however, instead, he placed butterfly kisses delicately around Yuri's face. Yuri sighed in pleasure as he felt Wolfram's fingers weave into his hair, tracing whimsical patterns against the sensitive skin there. Wolfram's tongue slid from his mouth to trace along Yuri's lips, and then between them. Yuri responded immediately, parting his lips to allow Wolfram to do as he pleased, to roam inside his mouth like an expert explorer. Tentatively then, Yuri pressed back against Wolfram's mouth, his own tongue coming out from hiding to play.

 

Yuri felt one of Wolfram's legs move up to hook around one of his hips, and he pressed against Wolfram experimentally. Their kissing broke when Wolfram made a soft moan. Yuri's whole body lit on fire. Oh gods! He himself! Yuri Shibuya! had caused Wolfram to feel pleasure! Whoa, look out, Sports Fans, the big man is on the field! But could he do it again?

 

Leaning down again, Yuri kissed a trail down Wolfram's neck and over his chest. He remembered what that imposter had done and he licked at one of Wolfram's nipples. Wolfram jerked in surprise and uttered another small, pleasured sound. Yuri smiled, wondered how many songs his little beauty could play.

 

Leaning his groin down into Wolfram's, Yuri rubbed his rock-hard arousal against Wolfram's reawakened one. This time, both Yuri and Wolfram gasped as the delicious friction cut a lightning path over their sensitive nerves.

 

“Oh Yuri,” Wolfram breathed.

 

Before he could say more, Yuri took claim to a bout of furious kisses. His hands touching every part of Wolfram it could, taking profound pleasure in both the feel of his beloved one under his hands and the sounds that Wolfram made.

 

“Wolfram?” he asked, pulling away.

 

“Uhn?” was the disoriented answer.

 

Yuri kissed at Wolfram's lips again, just one soft, chaste kiss. “I'd…um…“ He gave a nervous laugh. “I'd like to make love with you.” He paused and looked shyly up at Wolfram. “Would you accept me?”

 

Wolfram paused and stared at Yuri. Yuri reached up and cupped Wolfram's round face in his hands. “And not the Demon King, Wolfram. *Me.* Would you accept *me*?”

 

//Oh gods,\\ Wolfram thought. //Would I!\\

 

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Tommy: To be continued…

Me: Don't worry, it's coming! *Laughs at own pun*

Tommy: Obscene idiot…

 

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