Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ lying from you ❯ Part IV ( Chapter 4 )

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Me: *Sobs* She wouldn't sell me the mini-kingdom! She absolutely refused to sell it to me! Why? Why?

Tommy: Maybe we should just come to grips with the fact we don't own Kyo kara Maoh! the same way we don't own Digimon.

Me: No! Not another one lost!

Tommy: *Sweatdrop*

 

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lying from you

Part IV

 

“…you can have my everything,

help me tear down my reason, help me it's your sex i can smell

help me make me perfect, help me become somebody else…

i want to feel you from the inside…”

--Reznor

 

Yuri laughed at Wolfram. “Do you have any clue how to do this? `Cause I sure don't.”

 

Wolfram blushed. “Umm…we-ell…”

 

Yuri smiled. “You pervert,” he said. Leaning up, he sucked lightly at a spot under Wolfram's jaw, keeping a firm grip on his erection all the while. “Teach me.”

 

Wolfram shivered and shifted his legs around to rub at Yuri's thighs. “Well,” he said, trying to stay level-headed, “first, you've got to take these off.”

 

Yuri complied with the order so fast Wolfram had to laugh.

 

“Now what?” Yuri asked.

 

“Well,” Wolfram said, and then he blushed.

 

“What? Do I just go for it?”

 

“No!” Wolfram burst out, sitting up so fast he almost smacked his forehead to Yuri's, a panicked look on his face. “You can't do that! If you do, it'll hurt a lot.”

 

“Me or you?”

 

“Me, you vulgar lout! You've got to stretch me out first!”

 

Yuri looked confused. “What?”

 

Wolfram's blush redoubled. “Ah…you--you have to get me…ready.”

 

Yuri grinned. “And how do I do that?”

 

Wolfram avoided his eyes. “Well, we need a lubrication.”

 

“Like?”

 

“Well, seeing as your majesty refuses to go back to our bedroom,” Wolfram began, some of his rebellion and sarcasm coming back into his voice, “you'll just have to use your saliva.”

 

Yuri leaned forward and rubbed his bare arousal against Wolfram's equally exposed one. “And where shall I put it, Wolf-cub?”

 

Wolfram whimpered, the sappy pet name going completely over his head. “At--at the entrance…”

 

Then suddenly, it all clicked. Yuri understood what had to be done and how, and he reached up to fingers to Wolfram's mouth. Wolfram sucked two in eagerly while Yuri lapped at the skin of his neck, tasting salt, sweat, and something exclusively Wolfram. Finally, Yuri pulled his fingers from Wolfram's mouth and lowered Wolfram down against the carpet once more. Wolfram laid back and spread his legs accommodatingly. Nervous, but determined not to let it show, Yuri lowered a finger to the small, puckered entrance to Wolfram. He found it amazing that the key to absolute pleasure was this tiny rosebud hidden away by layers of clothes. Little did he know that an even greater key was soon to be found, tucked away inside Wolfram's perfect body.

 

Yuri watched Wolfram's face closely as he placed a finger to the outside of the hole and then pushed it slowly forward. Wolfram winced at first penetration, but the pain soon faded and Yuri pushed his finger in and out. He watched in awe. How was he going to fit in there? Slowly, Yuri added another finger and began to scissor them in an attempt to stretch the hole further. Wolfram moan in pain.

 

“Do you want me to stop?” Yuri asked in worry.

 

Wolfram shook his head, a growing pleasure had begun to take over. What was that? He tried to force his entire body to relax. He did, to the extreme, when Yuri suddenly brushed up against something inside him. “Oh…OH!”

 

Now that, THAT, was different.

 

“Oh, gods, Yuri, do that again!”

 

Yuri wasn't quite sure what he did, so he began to push in again, shifting his fingers around until he brushed against the small secret nub. He felt Wolfram jump when he touched it and he pressed against it with more fervor.

 

“Ah, ah, Yuri! Now, now, I'm ready, take me!”

 

Yuri, himself, was more than ready and he withdrew his fingers. Leaning back up over Wolfram, Yuri coated the length of his erection with his spit as well as he could and then positioned himself at Wolfram's opening. He paused and looked up at Wolfram's eyes. Wolfram was panting through parted lips, but they were smiling, and his eyes expressed only complete trust. Yuri smiled and shifted forward, keeping his eyes on Wolfram's. He didn't know why he was, but Yuri was surprised when he met resistance. Wolfram groaned and Yuri pressed a little harder. With an imaginary *pop!*, Yuri felt the head of his erection push past the tight ring of muscle which stood guard at the entrance to his nirvana. Slowly, he continued to push in until he was buried completely. Wolfram's eyes had grown steadily larger until Yuri stopped and he watched Yuri's face as he rested, waiting for them both to adjust.

 

Yuri stared back at Wolfram, he swore if he moved now, he'd come immediately. Wolfram was so tight, so hot, and--oh gods…

 

Wolfram felt his desire rising in him. It gathered at a point, digging into him, taking over his mind, and causing him to think all sorts of naughty things. He reached up and brought Yuri's head down over him. He kissed Yuri's lips faintly and whispered into his mouth, “Come on, Yuri, move. Take me, love; make me scream for you.”

 

Yuri straightened up and pulled back. Both of them moaned as Yuri made a uncertain thrust into Wolfram. He knew he must be causing Wolfram some pain, but the look on Wolfram's face was anything but pain. He began to thrust into Wolfram, slowly because anything else would surely kill him. Not Wolfram, but Yuri himself. The pleasure was enough to knock a man unconscious.

 

Wolfram gave a choked cry of pleasure as Yuri's thick manhood carved a home inside of him. “Yuri, Yuri,” he whispered, the only link he had to consciousness.

 

“Shit, Wolfram,” Yuri ground out. “I don't know how this feels for you, but this feels *incredible* to me!”

 

Not waiting for Wolfram to respond, Yuri began to drive into Wolfram with greater force. Reaching down, Yuri pulled Wolfram's legs over his shoulders, giving him better angle and nearly folding Wolfram's lithe body in half. He pounded into the willing body, constantly shifting over Wolfram's prostate, until Wolfram couldn't contain himself any longer.

 

“Ohhh, OH! Yuri! Yes, yes, harder!” he cried obscenely. Aforementioned lust mounting to even higher degrees, taking his good manners with it. “Fuck, do it *harder*! That's it, honey, pound that thing in me. Shit, that's it! Ah! Fucking hell, your cock is so big! Uhn, feels *so good*!”

 

To hear the dirty words come from Wolfram's pristine lips excited Yuri to no end, and he was more than happy to comply to the demands. Wolfram tried to grip the carpet, but the fibers on it were too short. His fingers flexed over the floor, unable to hold onto anything and unable to stay still. His breath came more like sobs as he rose to impossible altitudes, if Yuri had not been there nailing him to the floor he'd be bobbing on the ceiling by now. His whole body felt as if it had been dipped into white hot water, sweat dripped off of him, he could swear there would be a large wet spot on the carpet when they finally moved. Pleasure he knew existed but never dreamed he'd feel so strongly pulsed through him, taking with it his blood, his soul and his life. Each one of them ran through him with the speed of a dragon, and he felt his spirit leap from his body to join Yuri's on an alternate plane.

 

Yuri groaned passionately as he felt Wolfram's inner muscles spasm as Wolfram came underneath him. “Gods, Wolfram,” he whispered. One last time, he pushed into Wolfram and let loose the maniacal pleasure he had been holding in check. His eyesight flared white and for a moment, he lost sight of Wolfram. It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he realized he had closed them and that he had sunken down against Wolfram, their satiated, moist bodies panting against each other.

 

Yuri found he was lying, once more, between Wolfram's legs with the side of his head on Wolfram's stomach. He listened to the quick sounds of air rushing through Wolfram's lungs. Yuri tightened his arms around Wolfram's waist and kissed at the tender skin near his mouth, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness that was cooling all over their bodies.

 

Wolfram didn't move or respond physically to Yuri's kisses. He was much too comfortable and calm, but his mind and heart melted as he felt the affectionate touches. After a moment, he closed his eyes and lifted a hand to rest on Yuri's dark, damp hair. Yuri smiled. Resting his chin against Wolfram's stomach, he looked up at Wolfram's face.

 

“You feel alright?” he asked.

 

“Mmm, nothing so trivial,” Wolfram said. He paused. “I feel…” But couldn't find the words to finish, and he opened his eyes to look at Yuri.

 

Yuri grinned. “I was hoping that was what you'd say.” Sobering up, he watched Wolfram quietly for a moment. “Would you marry me?”

 

Wolfram raised an eyebrow. “We're already engaged, Yuri.”

 

Yuri merely smiled, and Wolfram returned it. “Yes, Yuri,” he said, pulling Yuri up to take a kiss. “Yes, of course, I'll marry you, you silly ass.”

 

Yuri laughed and returned the kiss. “Now, would you accompany me to the bath?”

 

Wolfram closed his eyes and stretched luxuriously. Yuri's eyes widened before he narrowed them. “Are you deliberately trying to re-arouse me?”

 

Wolfram didn't stop stretching but he opened an eye to look at Yuri. “No,” he said calmly. “I'm just showing off the gift you've just received for life.”

 

Laughing again, Yuri stood up and pulled Wolfram up after him. Wolfram was as light as he looked and he fairly bounced up. Yuri wrapped his arms around Wolfram and pulled his nude body against his. Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuri's neck where they settled as if the two had been carved from ivory to fit that specific spot. Tilting up on his tippy-toes, Wolfram kissed Yuri, a slow, deep and loving kiss, promising everything and barring nothing.

 

Yuri sighed through the kiss and hugged Wolfram tighter. “I think I've been waiting my whole life for this,” he murmured. “If I had known being in love felt *this* good, I would have…”

 

Wolfram's smile was a little bittersweet. “You would have done it a long time ago?”

 

Yuri kissed the top of Wolfram's shoulder. “If I had known being in love felt this good, I would have found you a whole lot sooner.”

 

Wolfram's heart lifted and he hugged Yuri fiercely before pulling away. “Come on, wimp,” he said. “Let's see about that bath now, since I guess you can't go it alone.”

 

As Yuri feigned offense, the two of them gathered their pants and slipped them back on. It was quite alright for them to make love in the hallway, but completely indecent of them to walk down the rest of the hall to the baths in the buff after all.

 

Turning to lead the way, Wolfram began walking down the hallway. As he turned the corner, he suddenly slipped as he stepped onto the bare floor and into a puddle of some fluid. Yuri reached out and caught him.

 

“What happened?” he asked.

 

“I slipped in something.”

 

“Well,” Yuri said, looking around him, “what was it?”

 

Wolfram lifted his foot to find the bottom covered with blood.

 

“Ewwww!” the both of them groaned. Then they looked over to find that the puddle of blood had come from Gunter's nose, and that Gunter, himself, was passed out on the ground. It was suddenly very clear to them what had happened.

 

“Oh,” Yuri said, “I guess you were right about someone coming by, just wrong about who. But why would he come here anyways? I told them no one was to disturb us.”

 

“At least it wasn't Gwendal after all,” Wolfram said. “And you never said anything about the hallway.” He paused and looked at Gunter again. “Should we do something?”

 

“Yeah,” Yuri said, and he reached out and lifted Wolfram off the floor. “Later.”

 

“Hey, what do you think you are doing?”

 

Yuri grinned. “Can't let you get bloody footprints all over the ground, now, can we?” Then, ignoring Wolfram's protests, he proceeded to step over Gunter's body and continued on towards the baths.

 

Wolfram sputtered. “B-b-but--!”

 

“We'll just leave Gunter and the rest of our clothes as a tell-tale sign, huh?”

 

“My new nightclothes!” Wolfram said, dejectedly. “And after you made me go through the trouble of acquiring them.”

 

Yuri laughed. “You mean after I made you get rid of that frilly pink thing? Say…why were you wearing that in the first place anyways? If *I'm* the wimp, why were *you* wearing the dress?”

 

Wolfram pretended to pout. “What? You didn't like me in it?”

 

Yuri smirked. “Well, if you were wearing it in an attempt to make a man out of me, then by all means, wear it again. Or better yet, I should make you wear it right now in the bath and we'll see how I feel about it then.”

 

“Whoever heard of wearing clothes in the bath?”

 

“Whoever heard of the handsome third son screaming in pleasure in the hallway, Wolf-cub?”

 

Wolfram blushed hard. “No one, except Gunter, and don't call me that!”

 

Yuri laughed. “Fine, fine,” he said. “Let's go see how far we can get in the bath before people discover Gunter and come looking for us, Little Lamb.”

 

Yuri continued to laugh maniacally over Wolfram's indignant sputtering as he slammed the door to the bath shut behind them.

 

 

~>~>~> One Hour Later…

 

“Gunter? GUNTER! Oh my--where's the King?”

 

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Author's Note: *Exhales* Well, how'd you like it? Of course, assuming you've made it this far! Review! Review! Please!

Tommy: Stop with the groveling already. Get up.

Me: *Brushes self off* Even though it's a One-Shot, I broke it up into four parts. Previously I've written Digimon Shorts, all One-Shots, for Kouji and Kouichi that I have broken into two parts for no logical reason, aside from the fact that I like…hmmm, how should I put it? The way it looks? How it seems? The thought of it? The poetry of it? Whatever, I split them up, however, it just occurred to me they're a lot like commercials! So, my apologies to anyone who HATES commercials but has to bear through my parts!

Tommy: And if you can't bear through it, then just die.

Me: That's awful rude! And after I just begged them for reviews, too!

 

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