Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: lovelovegirl 
Hey You guys I went through and re edited it
Anime/Manga: Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 2.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Hey You guys I went through and re edited it
Anime/Manga: Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 2.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Author: Riona Kamui/Lovelovegirl
Fandom: Kyou Kara Moau
Title: Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal
Pairings: YxW GxG
Warnings: Some characters may seem out of character so please bare with me. May have a few grammar mistakes, but who really cares about that. This story will contain Yaoi which means if you even are near this fandom you should know already that that means boyxboy
Disclaimer: I do not own KKM, if I did it would have a higher rating than PG-13 now wouldn't it? By the way, go ahead and sue me...my mom says she would love for you to have her bills.
Notes: I wasn't ever going to post this thing but my mom told me specifically. "Oh don't worry about my opinion, you stoped writing the story I liked." then “You need to fix those twos relationships right now" so I guess I am going to have to finish it now.....
Chapter 2
Yuri had entered the room without so much of a sound when he looked to the bed to see a slumbering wolfram. His heart stopped in his chest at the beauty of it all with the moonlight lightly caressing his plea skin. The mood change abruptly however when Yuri looked to the opposite side of the room to a blade stained with blood. Yuri recognized the blade right away to be Wolfram's and he felt a large serge of anger. Wolfram had a bad tendency to lash out in rage when he saw humans, and that was what made him hate Wolfram at times.
Yuri stormed across the room without a sound, ready to reprimand his sleeping fiancé at any moment. He couldn't believe that this whole time away all Wolfram managed to do was increase violence amongst the humans. Grabbing up the blade he felt as if he could never find himself marrying such a person whom held no conscience, never. as his anger boiled he tried more and more to calm his fury for he knew that the great Maou would not be so forgiving. He began to count to ten slowly to himself. 1,2. He placed the blade down quietly. 3,4 Moved to the bed without a sound. 5,6 he thought of his movements. 7,8 he readied himself. 9, 10. he pulled back the covers that safe guarded the soldier.
Suddenly his heart sank. There on wolframs pink nightgown was a clear spot of blood just above his hip. The spot seemed to be entirely bandaged beneath the delicate cloth, but the bleeding had been so great that it seeped through to his gown. Yuri felt ashamed all of the sudden, he had jumped to the way wrong conclusion. The blood that stained the metal of his sword was not a human's, but his own. He lowered himself on the bed to gently touch the spot of wolframs pain, trying to smile. This was why the beautiful blond was not stretched in all directions across the bed, he had wounded himself. Yuri felt the sudden urge to want to take all his pain onto himself, he wanted to feel his pain so he could understand just a little more.
Then the perfume finally took effect. His mind was completely foggy and the only thing that made its way to the senses a still retained was young wolfram's presence. So beautiful he thought as his body leaned closer to the face of the slumbering soldier. Yuri didn't even realize the closeness he was now sharing with Wolfram not even when his hazy mind admired the creature below him.
How gorgeous this creature was with lips of pink, and skin so smooth, his free hand caressed the skin smooth as silk. The moon was doing him such great justice, making the already breathtaking beauty seem like a midnight dream. Those lips of rose were as inviting to Yuri as he wished to advance his dream just this once, he wanted this dream to go on forever. So close he was now to the mouth that normally released words of jealousy. How he had dreamed of these lips feeling below him, how he wanted to feel that skin that he had so nearly bruised during his accidental proposal. Just a little further said a voice inside his head.
Being so indisposed, Yuri did not even realize that wolfram was beginning to stir. His lips were a breath away from the others when wolfram suddenly turned in his sleep causing Yuri to fall face first into the pillow. This act also caused Yuri to accidentally press too hard on wolframs wound.
"AHHH!" yelped wolfram as he woke from his sleep.
Wolf jumped from the bed in a flash brandishing a dagger he had buried beneath his pillow. His breaths were heavy as he stood beside the bed, one shoulder bare from the gown sliding down slightly. When his vision became clear he readied a ball of flame to disintegrate the one whom woke him.
Yuri sat up on the bed, finally able to comprehend what was going on. Back in his right mind Yuri knew that there was no way he was going to survive now, now that wolfram was giving his a look of fear and anger. The soldier stood in front of him, making a very funny picture in the pink frilly thing draped over his lithe body, breathing heavily, and sweat rolling down his face. Yuri hadn't even noticed before when he was doing what he was doing that the wound had caused Wolfram to have an intense fever. Wait, What had he been doing!?
"Yuri!" shouted Wolfram as he saw his attacker in the light of the flame still in his delicate hands. This was no time for him to show his face, especially since it had already been on wolfram's agenda to do the young king much harm.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE TRYING TO DO! KILL ME!" wolfram screamed at him dissolving the fire to clasp Yuri's shoulders.
Oh boy he was dead now. thought Yuri, swallowing deeply. "it...it wasn't.. my fault." he stuttered half expecting wolfram to begin choking him .
Wolfram growled with a look of a mad bear creeping onto his face. "really and how exactly is MY fault!" he shook Yuri slightly as the king eyes grew wide.
Yuri tried to wriggle free but found it entirely impossible. He was a little afraid of wolfram, but was more afraid of what he had been trying to do before the soldier had woke. with another wild shake he found himself on his back on top of the floor.
Amidst their squirming and shaking Wolf lost his footing beside the high bed and caused the to tumble over the opposite side.
The both let out a startled cry as they tumbled to the floor. The fall caused Yuri's head to hit the floor rather hard, but after their fall that wasn't entirely what he was focused on. Wolfram had landed atop him, with a bare leg to either side of him and his delicate hands were placed on each side of Yuri's head. Wolfram didn't move, he was too stunned to move, and as for Yuri.
He saw that wolf's night gown was pushed far, far up on the bratty prince's thighs. He had thin strong shapely thighs the color of cream, and the rest of his night gown very nearly showed his nether regions. The gown bunched itself up on Yuri's torso, and began to rise and fall to his heavy breathing. Pink began to stretch across his cheeks from the position they were in, and of the naughty thoughts racing through his mind.
Wolfram on the other hand was blushing as well from the feel of Yuri's manhood beneath is bottom, and he if didn't know better he thought that Yuri was becoming aroused. Wolfram dismissed the thought quickly realizing that he himself was becoming slightly aroused. He was mesmerized by how well Yuri's bare chest was glistening in the moon light, and how handsome he looked with water shimmering in his black hair. Those eyes didn't help cure his embarrassment either, those onyx eyes peering into his own emerald green ones with a look he miss took for disgust.
The door to the bedroom interrupted both of their thoughts as it swung violently open. In the arch of the door was none other than Gunter, panting as if he had just ran a 100 meter dash. "Your MAAGESTY!" he cried as he saw him beneath Wolfram, completely ignorant about what had occurred and not even bothering to draw his own conclusions. Günter rushed into the room still blushing from what had happen only a few minuets before.
Bravely Yuri pushed wolfram off of him and stood to his feet, his baseball uniform still dripping wet from his journey to the demon world. Yuri tried to forget what had went through his mind while the beautiful 3rd son had rested on his lap, causing quite a stir in him as it did, and blamed all that had occurred on the ex-queen's damnable perfume. There was no way Yuri could be turned on buy a guy, and definitely not by Wolfram. Right? He walked toward Gunter whom emedeatly began to go on about his worries. Gunter did not spare him any word as he inspected the king for wound, giving a surprised wolfram an undecipherable glare.
Wolfram on the other hand didn't care, and didn't even notice as Gunter pulled his fiancé from the room. Wolfram was distracted by his feelings of pain. Why did yuuri discard him so thoughtlessly when Gunter entered? Was he so disgusted by him that he would do such unremorseful things? His pride hurt more now than his wound even let on to, and his feelings were shattered. But, why was he letting a tear fall from his face, he didn't care a thing about Yuri. Not a damn thing he demanded, he was marrying Yuri because it was his duty. Right?
Wolfram stood wiping that traitorous tear from his cheek and threw off his gown. Now he was going to have to was that, his favorite sleepwear too. Within moments Wolfram had grabbed up his uniform and sword, and headed for the baths. He absolutely had to do something with his traitorous body before going out to practice. Wolfram had to rid himself of the warmth that had made its way between his legs.
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The next morning gave way to a lovely day, or so it seemed. Yuri woke from his sleep as alone as he was when he had returned to the room and found that the spot wolfram normally slept was cold and empty. He let loose a sigh thanking god that by now the perfume had worn off. The only thought in his mind he gave about why wolf was not by his side this morning was because he was still angry at him for pressing to hard on his wound he was....Yuri blushed, his legs dangling of the edge of the bed. He had been so close to kissing wolfram last night, what would have happened to him if he actually had kissed him. Yuri shivered pulling his pajama shirt over his head. He would have been so dead...
But what he really tried not to think about was his and Wolfram's so called perfume indexed hard ons.....
Instead Yuri kept his mind solely on getting quickly into his school uniform before Gunter barreled in to tell him it was time for breakfast. Of course as usual he wasn't quick enough for the violet haired mage swung the door open revealing his unusual dissheavaledness. Yuri raised a brow, now this was very unlikely to see Gunter so sloppily dressed at this time of the morning. Gunter looked as if he had recently roused from sleep and didn't have the time to worry about his normal decorum. To Yuri this was a major surprise, Gunter was ALWAYS the first one awake at the palace.
What Yuri didn't know was that while he watched Gunter standing proudly in his doorway, his school uniform not completely buttoned, was that Gunter had been up for a large portion of the night searching the castle. What was he searching the castle for, well a certain 1st son. He had been up so long that by the time he went to the man's room, yes it was the last place he looked, he fell asleep outside his door. Later he awoke to find himself inside Gwendal's room and that he was several minuets later for waking his majesty, although he wasn't really late, but he would be if it took the time to do the many things he loved to do when he first woke. That was why the normal well composed Gunter wasn't so, well, well composed at the moment.
Yuri finished buttoning his shirt and smiled at Günter warmly, very much ready for a good breakfast. Then in the distance he heard a loud announcement horn. Yuri new right away what it meant.
Conrad was back from his patrol of eastern villages. He knew because not only did that horn sound every time a member of the castle returned, but Günter had told him last night when he asked for his godfather that even after a week he was still away.
Yuri rushed quickly to the breakfast hall where he knew he godfather would appear, and because of a reason he himself didn't understand. He was going also because he knew wolfram would be sitting at the table with his, I would rather not even be near you looks on his face, waiting for him. Although, when he entered the hall he found his godfather, but Wolfram to be no where insight.
Günter didn't take long to join either, but when he did he was looking 10 xs better than the normal Gunter, if that is even possible, and found himself unable to look at the quiet Gwendal sitting at the far end of the table sipping at his coffee. Gunter wished he could just shout out right then and there what drove the plushie crazed Gwendal to kiss him the night before. Sadly he didn't because when he opened his mouth to wish everyone a good morning, Gwendal looked to him without a hint of emotion, or at least Günter was unable to see any, he quickly closed his mouth. Maybe he shouldn't give Gwendal the leisure of being right about him being unable to keep a secret.
Celli as usual sat wit a bright smile on her sexy face. She didn't even bother wondering why her son was making Gunter Von Priest blush so profusely, for some odd reason that woman always knew. At least she would like to think she knew, but of course even if she didn't her always came damn near close to knowing the truth. Another thing she noted to her self was how the smile on King Yuri's face faltered when he did not see Wolfram in his usual spot at the breakfast table. Success she thought to herself.
Aniissa was busy as usual on an invention and her bitmaps stretched across the table. These paper things were threats to anyone, for if they so much as try to move a one of them, which would not bode well at all.
Conrad gave his king a small hug as Yosak stood behind him with a smile. Conrad was glad to see every one but he too was rather worried about where his younger brother had ran off to. He smiled slightly and sat to eat his morning meal to gather strength for the day ahead. He sighed it would be another day of him training the king and his bratty younger brother the skill of sword fighting, or so he thought.
After a pleasant meal Celli stood first as to give an announcement. Everyone averted their attention to her for what they expected to be a declaration of another one of her adventures of love. To the surprise of even the people whom so kindly waited on them, it was no such thing.
"Conrad, Gunter, and of course you too dear Yuri, the queen said with a wink, How about giving Yuri the day off. The queen smile, but showed enough sternness to prove that this was more of an order than a suggestion.
Eyes wide and almost to the floor, everyone nodded, even those that the demand was not directed to. She had to up to something, thought Gwendal in what time he had to think before the room was empty save him and Gunter.
Suddenly the room grew extremely hot, and both men were without words....
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Wolfram had taken a moment to return from his sword fighting with a child hood friend to clean his wound. During their bout he had managed to tear them open, which in his normal state of mind he could not have been able to accomplish. He was furious, Furious with that damn wimp of a king. His friend Seth was first to notice his anger as they fought. Seth could easily tell by the fact that wolfram swung more violently than ever and had almost resorted to his flames once or twice once he had zoned out. Another clear give away was how he tensed at the mention of the young king's name. His knuckles would become more prominent, his back would straighten, and he would get this look of pure defeat in his emerald green eyes.
Seth hated Yuri and this only fueled his fire one hundred fold. He had hoped that one day he could have had the honor of slapping wolframs soft cheek, he and he alone. Seth was handsome enough, he made sure of that, and he also made sure that he was the most talented of the ones that served in wolfram's special forces. He had black, brown hair and sinister blue eyes that only softened for Wolfram. He also had a tendency to get what he wanted, and he wanted Wolfram. That was something, unlike the crown, that he was not going to lose to that half breed king.
He sat helping wolfram as much as he could to clean his wound. Surprisingly the cloth against his skin did not hurt Wolfram at all, for he was far too distracted by his thoughts. Seth noticed right away and made his move.
"Maybe you should just break off the engagement Wolf." said the very bravely smirking Seth. "He is a very worthless king-"
Wolfram almost wanted to agree but something inside of him made him say other wise. "How do you know, just shut up" he growled then caught himself. "I can't call of the engagement, after all even if I could Wouldn't let that human soil my families name."
Seth clinched a fist, did wolfram actually care about that worthless half breed. Wolfram was one whom found his own brother whom was a half brief disgusting, how was it even possible. "well even so" he said with a plan brewing inside, "Forget about him Wolfram."
Wolfram stared in confusion with his intimidating look still on his face. "What are you talking about?"
"I could be here for you more than he can, I can be your paramour." said the youth with vigor, snaking a hand to wolfram's cheek.
Wolfram pushed his hand away. and tried to back away from him but found all his efforts in vain. Seth grabbed his hand to still him and whispered for him not to be afraid. Afraid was not what was wrong with wolfram, but he was a little pissed off that his friend would even assume he would be unfaithful. He was quickly interrupted with a rough kiss from Seth.
Wolfram didn't have time to back away, for at that very moment Yuri had made his way through the bushes to see his fiancé in the arms of another. Yuri blushed and pardoned himself. Wolfram pulled back to see Yuri there and his face went flush and a panic crept it's way into him.
//Please gods no// he thought //please don't let him think I...//
wolframs thoughts were to no avail because that was exactly what came to mind. He started his paces slow down the hall, then it went to a run. His heart ached through and through, but why. Why did seeing wolfram all over that person make him hurt so bad? Yuri felt so betrayed, so , so.... he stoped himself for a moment. He was slowly realizing that his feelings for wolfram were more than just king and servant, more than just friend to friend. The one thing that came in his way now was the anger he now held toward the flaxen haired beauty. A new realization of feeling was destroyed by the realization of hate.
Wolfram pushed Seth off of him, and tried to head after the flustered demon king. Seth grabbed his hand, preventing him from going an further.
"don't waste your time" he said pleadingly "You know as well as I that he doesn't love you, and he never could!"
Wolfram lowered his head knowing all too well that he was right. The blue eyed soldier did not seize his assault.
"He is from a world where men do not have relations like ours, he prefers a woman's caresses to yours." the boy continued
"Stop.." he said bluntly
the soldier stilled his assault in surprise.
"His majesty may feel the way you say, but I am held by my honor as he to be his and his alone." said wolfram "Your action could be considered treason, as your reigning officer I will spare your honor by relieving you of your duties to me."
with that wolfram left the courtyard, and went off to find a peaceful place, away from Yuri and the rest of covenant castle.
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Gwendal found himself being followed by a very suspicious Gunter. Gunter had tried his best to stay out of sight as to not make Gwendal think anything, but Gunter trying to be stealthy is very nearly impossible. By time the two had reached Gwendal's office Gwendal was about ready to strangle Gunter, but held out until he entered into the room. Gunter slid into the room and closed the door lightly then looked to his prey sitting comfortable at his desk. Gunter thought about how much Gwendal resembled a statue sitting at his wooden desk pilled to the brim with paper work.
Gwendal focused all his attention on his work before him so to not become enthralled in the presence that now haunted his room. He knew with a slight glance upward he would be lost in his urges once again, but knew he would once again pull away. The air in the room soon became flooded by a very familiar scent. It smelt like flowers, very nice smelling flowers.
Gunter walked closer and the smell became stronger. That told Gwendal all he needed to know, that smell was his mothers perfume. Gwendal gritted his teeth and tried harder to ignore Gunter's presence even as he made his way closer to him.
Gunter had such impure thoughts running through his mind, and these thoughts were what made him sheepishly move ever closer to Gwendal. "Gwendal...why" he moved a little closer very innocently “Why did you...kiss me like that?"
Gwendal sighed, there was no way in hell he could escape that presence now. Or could he?
"You're always too loud; I had to shut you up some how." Gwendal said not wanting to see the look on the mages face. By now the smell was overwhelming.
Gunter smiled trying to old his emotions in. “I see, very well" he turned biting his lip "Good evening my lord"
As Gunter went to leave something within Gwendal snapped and he found himself on his feet and making way for Gunter. He was acting rashly, but did it matter? He wanted Gunter to be his, to court him ever since they were 15, but they were always too busy. Now he feared he would lose Gunter to the affections of Yuri, even if his youngest brother was already engaged to him. Gwendal closed the distance between them in an instant.
Gunter gasped as he felt those manly arms wrap around him. He was startled beyond compare, and found himself giving in to the warm embrace. "Gwendal..?"
"I am fed up with watching you from the side lines, and having to deal with your clingy behavior to the king," Gwendal said breathing in the sweet scent of Gunter's hair. He truly was the most beautiful in the kingdom.
"Gwendal...I" breathed Gunter as is breath quicken very nicely.
Gwendal began slowly unbuttoning the shirt beneath the mage's robes even so often brushing the delicate skin sending shivers up the others spine.
"Don't worry, I will not hurt you, I swear." Gwendal breathed heavily before pushing Günter's cloak to the floor.
Gunter felt a heat rise in him and make its way to the area between his legs. He lavished in the touches and caresses his soon to be lover was giving him. Gods he wanted more as Gwendal made love to his sensitive flesh at the base of his neck. It was a truly magnificent feeling he thought his breaths quicken to match Gwendal's. "I know" he said turning to claim his new lover's lips. With that the two thought they would finally have their moment. Gwendal touched the lavender hair of his desire and for once he realize after so long, loving someone did not make you a deviant, but instead strengthened your soul.
Gunter clutched to Gwendal's shoulders as a life line to keep him routed to his spot. Then as it would seem that they were beyond the holds of reality thunder struck and a soldier entered into Gwendal's office. "My lord!" shouted the soldier in surprise.
Gwendal only removed his lips from Gunter to stare at the soldier with a look that warned him of the importance of him leaving. The lavender haired mage, however, had his back to the soldier and was blushing furiously feeling a since of regret creeping up on him.
"Is this important," Growled Gwendal through thinned, passion glazed eyes.
"Well, my lords, it is about his majesty," explained the soldier cautiously, "He has went on an uncontrollable rampage, and he ahs transformed and declared a battle for the honor of Lord Wolfram"
Both the men's eyes grew as Gunter had released Gwendal to turn to look into the soldier's eye checking for the truth behind his statement. With another strike of ferocious lightening the two knew the truth behind it all. The Moau had released itself, for what reason Gunter was now asking the startle man. All he received was the shake of his head, and again lightening struck causing a tree to catch flame. The three knew now was not the time for idle chat. Gwendal gave Günter an apologetic look for having had their moment being so rudely interrupted.
"There will be much more time for that Gwendal, later" Gunter told him with a worried smile and the men left the room with haste.
PLEAASE R&R
I put some time in to this, even though it is a little off the deep end, I really wanted you all to read it. There is a possibility that this might become an mpreg...but only if you guys give me enough YAYS on that idea...I happen to like mpregs so I will probably have another story with one too. btw there was suppose to be a lemon in this chapter, but I originally stoped there so when I started back...after like a few months...I had totally lost the mood.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Moau
Title: Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal
Pairings: YxW GxG
Warnings: Some characters may seem out of character so please bare with me. May have a few grammar mistakes, but who really cares about that. This story will contain Yaoi which means if you even are near this fandom you should know already that that means boyxboy
Disclaimer: I do not own KKM, if I did it would have a higher rating than PG-13 now wouldn't it? By the way, go ahead and sue me...my mom says she would love for you to have her bills.
Notes: I wasn't ever going to post this thing but my mom told me specifically. "Oh don't worry about my opinion, you stoped writing the story I liked." then “You need to fix those twos relationships right now" so I guess I am going to have to finish it now.....
Chapter 2
Yuri had entered the room without so much of a sound when he looked to the bed to see a slumbering wolfram. His heart stopped in his chest at the beauty of it all with the moonlight lightly caressing his plea skin. The mood change abruptly however when Yuri looked to the opposite side of the room to a blade stained with blood. Yuri recognized the blade right away to be Wolfram's and he felt a large serge of anger. Wolfram had a bad tendency to lash out in rage when he saw humans, and that was what made him hate Wolfram at times.
Yuri stormed across the room without a sound, ready to reprimand his sleeping fiancé at any moment. He couldn't believe that this whole time away all Wolfram managed to do was increase violence amongst the humans. Grabbing up the blade he felt as if he could never find himself marrying such a person whom held no conscience, never. as his anger boiled he tried more and more to calm his fury for he knew that the great Maou would not be so forgiving. He began to count to ten slowly to himself. 1,2. He placed the blade down quietly. 3,4 Moved to the bed without a sound. 5,6 he thought of his movements. 7,8 he readied himself. 9, 10. he pulled back the covers that safe guarded the soldier.
Suddenly his heart sank. There on wolframs pink nightgown was a clear spot of blood just above his hip. The spot seemed to be entirely bandaged beneath the delicate cloth, but the bleeding had been so great that it seeped through to his gown. Yuri felt ashamed all of the sudden, he had jumped to the way wrong conclusion. The blood that stained the metal of his sword was not a human's, but his own. He lowered himself on the bed to gently touch the spot of wolframs pain, trying to smile. This was why the beautiful blond was not stretched in all directions across the bed, he had wounded himself. Yuri felt the sudden urge to want to take all his pain onto himself, he wanted to feel his pain so he could understand just a little more.
Then the perfume finally took effect. His mind was completely foggy and the only thing that made its way to the senses a still retained was young wolfram's presence. So beautiful he thought as his body leaned closer to the face of the slumbering soldier. Yuri didn't even realize the closeness he was now sharing with Wolfram not even when his hazy mind admired the creature below him.
How gorgeous this creature was with lips of pink, and skin so smooth, his free hand caressed the skin smooth as silk. The moon was doing him such great justice, making the already breathtaking beauty seem like a midnight dream. Those lips of rose were as inviting to Yuri as he wished to advance his dream just this once, he wanted this dream to go on forever. So close he was now to the mouth that normally released words of jealousy. How he had dreamed of these lips feeling below him, how he wanted to feel that skin that he had so nearly bruised during his accidental proposal. Just a little further said a voice inside his head.
Being so indisposed, Yuri did not even realize that wolfram was beginning to stir. His lips were a breath away from the others when wolfram suddenly turned in his sleep causing Yuri to fall face first into the pillow. This act also caused Yuri to accidentally press too hard on wolframs wound.
"AHHH!" yelped wolfram as he woke from his sleep.
Wolf jumped from the bed in a flash brandishing a dagger he had buried beneath his pillow. His breaths were heavy as he stood beside the bed, one shoulder bare from the gown sliding down slightly. When his vision became clear he readied a ball of flame to disintegrate the one whom woke him.
Yuri sat up on the bed, finally able to comprehend what was going on. Back in his right mind Yuri knew that there was no way he was going to survive now, now that wolfram was giving his a look of fear and anger. The soldier stood in front of him, making a very funny picture in the pink frilly thing draped over his lithe body, breathing heavily, and sweat rolling down his face. Yuri hadn't even noticed before when he was doing what he was doing that the wound had caused Wolfram to have an intense fever. Wait, What had he been doing!?
"Yuri!" shouted Wolfram as he saw his attacker in the light of the flame still in his delicate hands. This was no time for him to show his face, especially since it had already been on wolfram's agenda to do the young king much harm.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE TRYING TO DO! KILL ME!" wolfram screamed at him dissolving the fire to clasp Yuri's shoulders.
Oh boy he was dead now. thought Yuri, swallowing deeply. "it...it wasn't.. my fault." he stuttered half expecting wolfram to begin choking him .
Wolfram growled with a look of a mad bear creeping onto his face. "really and how exactly is MY fault!" he shook Yuri slightly as the king eyes grew wide.
Yuri tried to wriggle free but found it entirely impossible. He was a little afraid of wolfram, but was more afraid of what he had been trying to do before the soldier had woke. with another wild shake he found himself on his back on top of the floor.
Amidst their squirming and shaking Wolf lost his footing beside the high bed and caused the to tumble over the opposite side.
The both let out a startled cry as they tumbled to the floor. The fall caused Yuri's head to hit the floor rather hard, but after their fall that wasn't entirely what he was focused on. Wolfram had landed atop him, with a bare leg to either side of him and his delicate hands were placed on each side of Yuri's head. Wolfram didn't move, he was too stunned to move, and as for Yuri.
He saw that wolf's night gown was pushed far, far up on the bratty prince's thighs. He had thin strong shapely thighs the color of cream, and the rest of his night gown very nearly showed his nether regions. The gown bunched itself up on Yuri's torso, and began to rise and fall to his heavy breathing. Pink began to stretch across his cheeks from the position they were in, and of the naughty thoughts racing through his mind.
Wolfram on the other hand was blushing as well from the feel of Yuri's manhood beneath is bottom, and he if didn't know better he thought that Yuri was becoming aroused. Wolfram dismissed the thought quickly realizing that he himself was becoming slightly aroused. He was mesmerized by how well Yuri's bare chest was glistening in the moon light, and how handsome he looked with water shimmering in his black hair. Those eyes didn't help cure his embarrassment either, those onyx eyes peering into his own emerald green ones with a look he miss took for disgust.
The door to the bedroom interrupted both of their thoughts as it swung violently open. In the arch of the door was none other than Gunter, panting as if he had just ran a 100 meter dash. "Your MAAGESTY!" he cried as he saw him beneath Wolfram, completely ignorant about what had occurred and not even bothering to draw his own conclusions. Günter rushed into the room still blushing from what had happen only a few minuets before.
Bravely Yuri pushed wolfram off of him and stood to his feet, his baseball uniform still dripping wet from his journey to the demon world. Yuri tried to forget what had went through his mind while the beautiful 3rd son had rested on his lap, causing quite a stir in him as it did, and blamed all that had occurred on the ex-queen's damnable perfume. There was no way Yuri could be turned on buy a guy, and definitely not by Wolfram. Right? He walked toward Gunter whom emedeatly began to go on about his worries. Gunter did not spare him any word as he inspected the king for wound, giving a surprised wolfram an undecipherable glare.
Wolfram on the other hand didn't care, and didn't even notice as Gunter pulled his fiancé from the room. Wolfram was distracted by his feelings of pain. Why did yuuri discard him so thoughtlessly when Gunter entered? Was he so disgusted by him that he would do such unremorseful things? His pride hurt more now than his wound even let on to, and his feelings were shattered. But, why was he letting a tear fall from his face, he didn't care a thing about Yuri. Not a damn thing he demanded, he was marrying Yuri because it was his duty. Right?
Wolfram stood wiping that traitorous tear from his cheek and threw off his gown. Now he was going to have to was that, his favorite sleepwear too. Within moments Wolfram had grabbed up his uniform and sword, and headed for the baths. He absolutely had to do something with his traitorous body before going out to practice. Wolfram had to rid himself of the warmth that had made its way between his legs.
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The next morning gave way to a lovely day, or so it seemed. Yuri woke from his sleep as alone as he was when he had returned to the room and found that the spot wolfram normally slept was cold and empty. He let loose a sigh thanking god that by now the perfume had worn off. The only thought in his mind he gave about why wolf was not by his side this morning was because he was still angry at him for pressing to hard on his wound he was....Yuri blushed, his legs dangling of the edge of the bed. He had been so close to kissing wolfram last night, what would have happened to him if he actually had kissed him. Yuri shivered pulling his pajama shirt over his head. He would have been so dead...
But what he really tried not to think about was his and Wolfram's so called perfume indexed hard ons.....
Instead Yuri kept his mind solely on getting quickly into his school uniform before Gunter barreled in to tell him it was time for breakfast. Of course as usual he wasn't quick enough for the violet haired mage swung the door open revealing his unusual dissheavaledness. Yuri raised a brow, now this was very unlikely to see Gunter so sloppily dressed at this time of the morning. Gunter looked as if he had recently roused from sleep and didn't have the time to worry about his normal decorum. To Yuri this was a major surprise, Gunter was ALWAYS the first one awake at the palace.
What Yuri didn't know was that while he watched Gunter standing proudly in his doorway, his school uniform not completely buttoned, was that Gunter had been up for a large portion of the night searching the castle. What was he searching the castle for, well a certain 1st son. He had been up so long that by the time he went to the man's room, yes it was the last place he looked, he fell asleep outside his door. Later he awoke to find himself inside Gwendal's room and that he was several minuets later for waking his majesty, although he wasn't really late, but he would be if it took the time to do the many things he loved to do when he first woke. That was why the normal well composed Gunter wasn't so, well, well composed at the moment.
Yuri finished buttoning his shirt and smiled at Günter warmly, very much ready for a good breakfast. Then in the distance he heard a loud announcement horn. Yuri new right away what it meant.
Conrad was back from his patrol of eastern villages. He knew because not only did that horn sound every time a member of the castle returned, but Günter had told him last night when he asked for his godfather that even after a week he was still away.
Yuri rushed quickly to the breakfast hall where he knew he godfather would appear, and because of a reason he himself didn't understand. He was going also because he knew wolfram would be sitting at the table with his, I would rather not even be near you looks on his face, waiting for him. Although, when he entered the hall he found his godfather, but Wolfram to be no where insight.
Günter didn't take long to join either, but when he did he was looking 10 xs better than the normal Gunter, if that is even possible, and found himself unable to look at the quiet Gwendal sitting at the far end of the table sipping at his coffee. Gunter wished he could just shout out right then and there what drove the plushie crazed Gwendal to kiss him the night before. Sadly he didn't because when he opened his mouth to wish everyone a good morning, Gwendal looked to him without a hint of emotion, or at least Günter was unable to see any, he quickly closed his mouth. Maybe he shouldn't give Gwendal the leisure of being right about him being unable to keep a secret.
Celli as usual sat wit a bright smile on her sexy face. She didn't even bother wondering why her son was making Gunter Von Priest blush so profusely, for some odd reason that woman always knew. At least she would like to think she knew, but of course even if she didn't her always came damn near close to knowing the truth. Another thing she noted to her self was how the smile on King Yuri's face faltered when he did not see Wolfram in his usual spot at the breakfast table. Success she thought to herself.
Aniissa was busy as usual on an invention and her bitmaps stretched across the table. These paper things were threats to anyone, for if they so much as try to move a one of them, which would not bode well at all.
Conrad gave his king a small hug as Yosak stood behind him with a smile. Conrad was glad to see every one but he too was rather worried about where his younger brother had ran off to. He smiled slightly and sat to eat his morning meal to gather strength for the day ahead. He sighed it would be another day of him training the king and his bratty younger brother the skill of sword fighting, or so he thought.
After a pleasant meal Celli stood first as to give an announcement. Everyone averted their attention to her for what they expected to be a declaration of another one of her adventures of love. To the surprise of even the people whom so kindly waited on them, it was no such thing.
"Conrad, Gunter, and of course you too dear Yuri, the queen said with a wink, How about giving Yuri the day off. The queen smile, but showed enough sternness to prove that this was more of an order than a suggestion.
Eyes wide and almost to the floor, everyone nodded, even those that the demand was not directed to. She had to up to something, thought Gwendal in what time he had to think before the room was empty save him and Gunter.
Suddenly the room grew extremely hot, and both men were without words....
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Wolfram had taken a moment to return from his sword fighting with a child hood friend to clean his wound. During their bout he had managed to tear them open, which in his normal state of mind he could not have been able to accomplish. He was furious, Furious with that damn wimp of a king. His friend Seth was first to notice his anger as they fought. Seth could easily tell by the fact that wolfram swung more violently than ever and had almost resorted to his flames once or twice once he had zoned out. Another clear give away was how he tensed at the mention of the young king's name. His knuckles would become more prominent, his back would straighten, and he would get this look of pure defeat in his emerald green eyes.
Seth hated Yuri and this only fueled his fire one hundred fold. He had hoped that one day he could have had the honor of slapping wolframs soft cheek, he and he alone. Seth was handsome enough, he made sure of that, and he also made sure that he was the most talented of the ones that served in wolfram's special forces. He had black, brown hair and sinister blue eyes that only softened for Wolfram. He also had a tendency to get what he wanted, and he wanted Wolfram. That was something, unlike the crown, that he was not going to lose to that half breed king.
He sat helping wolfram as much as he could to clean his wound. Surprisingly the cloth against his skin did not hurt Wolfram at all, for he was far too distracted by his thoughts. Seth noticed right away and made his move.
"Maybe you should just break off the engagement Wolf." said the very bravely smirking Seth. "He is a very worthless king-"
Wolfram almost wanted to agree but something inside of him made him say other wise. "How do you know, just shut up" he growled then caught himself. "I can't call of the engagement, after all even if I could Wouldn't let that human soil my families name."
Seth clinched a fist, did wolfram actually care about that worthless half breed. Wolfram was one whom found his own brother whom was a half brief disgusting, how was it even possible. "well even so" he said with a plan brewing inside, "Forget about him Wolfram."
Wolfram stared in confusion with his intimidating look still on his face. "What are you talking about?"
"I could be here for you more than he can, I can be your paramour." said the youth with vigor, snaking a hand to wolfram's cheek.
Wolfram pushed his hand away. and tried to back away from him but found all his efforts in vain. Seth grabbed his hand to still him and whispered for him not to be afraid. Afraid was not what was wrong with wolfram, but he was a little pissed off that his friend would even assume he would be unfaithful. He was quickly interrupted with a rough kiss from Seth.
Wolfram didn't have time to back away, for at that very moment Yuri had made his way through the bushes to see his fiancé in the arms of another. Yuri blushed and pardoned himself. Wolfram pulled back to see Yuri there and his face went flush and a panic crept it's way into him.
//Please gods no// he thought //please don't let him think I...//
wolframs thoughts were to no avail because that was exactly what came to mind. He started his paces slow down the hall, then it went to a run. His heart ached through and through, but why. Why did seeing wolfram all over that person make him hurt so bad? Yuri felt so betrayed, so , so.... he stoped himself for a moment. He was slowly realizing that his feelings for wolfram were more than just king and servant, more than just friend to friend. The one thing that came in his way now was the anger he now held toward the flaxen haired beauty. A new realization of feeling was destroyed by the realization of hate.
Wolfram pushed Seth off of him, and tried to head after the flustered demon king. Seth grabbed his hand, preventing him from going an further.
"don't waste your time" he said pleadingly "You know as well as I that he doesn't love you, and he never could!"
Wolfram lowered his head knowing all too well that he was right. The blue eyed soldier did not seize his assault.
"He is from a world where men do not have relations like ours, he prefers a woman's caresses to yours." the boy continued
"Stop.." he said bluntly
the soldier stilled his assault in surprise.
"His majesty may feel the way you say, but I am held by my honor as he to be his and his alone." said wolfram "Your action could be considered treason, as your reigning officer I will spare your honor by relieving you of your duties to me."
with that wolfram left the courtyard, and went off to find a peaceful place, away from Yuri and the rest of covenant castle.
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Gwendal found himself being followed by a very suspicious Gunter. Gunter had tried his best to stay out of sight as to not make Gwendal think anything, but Gunter trying to be stealthy is very nearly impossible. By time the two had reached Gwendal's office Gwendal was about ready to strangle Gunter, but held out until he entered into the room. Gunter slid into the room and closed the door lightly then looked to his prey sitting comfortable at his desk. Gunter thought about how much Gwendal resembled a statue sitting at his wooden desk pilled to the brim with paper work.
Gwendal focused all his attention on his work before him so to not become enthralled in the presence that now haunted his room. He knew with a slight glance upward he would be lost in his urges once again, but knew he would once again pull away. The air in the room soon became flooded by a very familiar scent. It smelt like flowers, very nice smelling flowers.
Gunter walked closer and the smell became stronger. That told Gwendal all he needed to know, that smell was his mothers perfume. Gwendal gritted his teeth and tried harder to ignore Gunter's presence even as he made his way closer to him.
Gunter had such impure thoughts running through his mind, and these thoughts were what made him sheepishly move ever closer to Gwendal. "Gwendal...why" he moved a little closer very innocently “Why did you...kiss me like that?"
Gwendal sighed, there was no way in hell he could escape that presence now. Or could he?
"You're always too loud; I had to shut you up some how." Gwendal said not wanting to see the look on the mages face. By now the smell was overwhelming.
Gunter smiled trying to old his emotions in. “I see, very well" he turned biting his lip "Good evening my lord"
As Gunter went to leave something within Gwendal snapped and he found himself on his feet and making way for Gunter. He was acting rashly, but did it matter? He wanted Gunter to be his, to court him ever since they were 15, but they were always too busy. Now he feared he would lose Gunter to the affections of Yuri, even if his youngest brother was already engaged to him. Gwendal closed the distance between them in an instant.
Gunter gasped as he felt those manly arms wrap around him. He was startled beyond compare, and found himself giving in to the warm embrace. "Gwendal..?"
"I am fed up with watching you from the side lines, and having to deal with your clingy behavior to the king," Gwendal said breathing in the sweet scent of Gunter's hair. He truly was the most beautiful in the kingdom.
"Gwendal...I" breathed Gunter as is breath quicken very nicely.
Gwendal began slowly unbuttoning the shirt beneath the mage's robes even so often brushing the delicate skin sending shivers up the others spine.
"Don't worry, I will not hurt you, I swear." Gwendal breathed heavily before pushing Günter's cloak to the floor.
Gunter felt a heat rise in him and make its way to the area between his legs. He lavished in the touches and caresses his soon to be lover was giving him. Gods he wanted more as Gwendal made love to his sensitive flesh at the base of his neck. It was a truly magnificent feeling he thought his breaths quicken to match Gwendal's. "I know" he said turning to claim his new lover's lips. With that the two thought they would finally have their moment. Gwendal touched the lavender hair of his desire and for once he realize after so long, loving someone did not make you a deviant, but instead strengthened your soul.
Gunter clutched to Gwendal's shoulders as a life line to keep him routed to his spot. Then as it would seem that they were beyond the holds of reality thunder struck and a soldier entered into Gwendal's office. "My lord!" shouted the soldier in surprise.
Gwendal only removed his lips from Gunter to stare at the soldier with a look that warned him of the importance of him leaving. The lavender haired mage, however, had his back to the soldier and was blushing furiously feeling a since of regret creeping up on him.
"Is this important," Growled Gwendal through thinned, passion glazed eyes.
"Well, my lords, it is about his majesty," explained the soldier cautiously, "He has went on an uncontrollable rampage, and he ahs transformed and declared a battle for the honor of Lord Wolfram"
Both the men's eyes grew as Gunter had released Gwendal to turn to look into the soldier's eye checking for the truth behind his statement. With another strike of ferocious lightening the two knew the truth behind it all. The Moau had released itself, for what reason Gunter was now asking the startle man. All he received was the shake of his head, and again lightening struck causing a tree to catch flame. The three knew now was not the time for idle chat. Gwendal gave Günter an apologetic look for having had their moment being so rudely interrupted.
"There will be much more time for that Gwendal, later" Gunter told him with a worried smile and the men left the room with haste.
PLEAASE R&R
I put some time in to this, even though it is a little off the deep end, I really wanted you all to read it. There is a possibility that this might become an mpreg...but only if you guys give me enough YAYS on that idea...I happen to like mpregs so I will probably have another story with one too. btw there was suppose to be a lemon in this chapter, but I originally stoped there so when I started back...after like a few months...I had totally lost the mood.