Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Working out the Paradox ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male), Yuuri x Wolfram.

Summary: Ehhh… I think the title should speak for itself. The main goal of this fic is to make a completely straight guy fall in love with a boy… Will I reach that goal? - I don't know that yet.

 

A/N 1: I hate Greta; she is nonexistent in this story, and Yuuri has never adopted her. So if you want to see small, cute babbling girls *yuck!*, you chose a wrong fic.

 

Working out the Paradox

 

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

 

Part 2

 

“Wolfram, do you feel okay?” Conrad asked. “Wolfram?” he repeated louder as his brother didn't seem to hear him.

 

“Huh?” Wolfram reacted finally and raised his head to look at Conrad.

 

“I asked if you felt well…”

 

“Oh, sorry,” Wolfram ruffled through his golden hair. “Yes, I'm fine,” he nodded. His emerald eyes concentrated back on his dinner.

 

Absentmindedly, Wolfram shifted his salad from one side of his plate to the other then repeated the same procedure with his steak. Without much appetite, he started cutting the steak into pieces.

 

Gunter had been right - Yuuri didn't want to go for a ride. After Wolfram had suggested going for a ride to the countryside, Yuuri said that thanks to him kicking him in the ribs, he was not able to sit on a horse. Then Wolfram had suggested Yuuri taking a carriage. Yuuri had just glared at him, then.

 

“…Shori…my birthday…arrives…fun…what…”

 

Wolfram raised his head after his mind connected the floating words into a string of sensible information.

 

“Is Shori coming for your birthday party?” he asked.

 

Yuuri looked at him. “Yes, exactly what I WAS saying.”

 

“Hn,” Wolfram shrugged. “When is he coming exactly?” Last time he was here, Yuuri's brother was giving Wolfram weird glances. He was suspecting that Shori was not really approving of Yuuri's and his marriage, so he wanted to work on wooing Shori to his side.

 

“Tomorrow evening,” Yuuri answered.

 

“Later Yuuri is planning to go home and celebrate his birthday with the rest of his family, but Shori wanted to see the country celebrating ,” Conrad added.

 

“Have you decided if you'll live as a Mazoku or a Human?” Cecile's pleasant voice wafted in the dining-room.

 

All jaws at the table stopped moving at once. Choking, Wolfram turned to look at his mother. Sometimes he was worried that he might have inherited more than her beauty…

 

“Mother, Yuuri IS a demon king, the Mazoku demon king…” Wolfram drawled. He chose not to add that this was the stupidest thing he had ever heard his mother say.

 

“Oh,” Cecile blinked. “But a tradition is a tradition. Yuuri can choose…”

 

“No, he can't!” Wolfram denied. “That's unheard-of! How can a Mazoku king choose to live as a Human?”

 

Yuuri looked from Wolfram to Cecile then back to Wolfram. “I don't divide people into Mazoku and Humans. First of all we all are people. But if it's a tradition then it holds true for everyone. I CAN choose,” he stressed while looking at Wolfram, not realizing that he had just said two things that clashed with each other.

 

Wolfram had a feeling that it didn't matter what he would say today - Yuuri would protest against everything, anyway. Nonetheless, he couldn't hold his tongue: “Then be a Human, for gods' sake!” he snapped.

 

“Wolfram!” Conrad looked at Wolfram.

 

Wolfram pushed his chair away noisily and stood up. “If His Majesty allows it, I'll go to sleep,” not waiting for an answer he marched out of the room.

 

“Did you have some sort of disagreement?” Gunter asked Yuuri after the door had slammed shut. It was common knowledge that Wolfram's bad moods were based on Yuuri, and the opposite.

 

Yuuri only sighed. He was already regretting his behavior. Nevertheless, he was sure that the tension between Wolfram and him would only grow.

 

XXXXX

 

As not to wake Wolfram up, Yuuri closed the door softly. He tiptoed to his side of the bed. Wolfram was asleep. The prince was facing him, his face relaxed, golden bangs falling over his eyes. Yuuri turned away and started undressing.

 

“Yuuri?” Wolfram yawned. He snapped his fingers to light the candles. The blonde shielded his eyes and raised his head to look at the other boy.

 

“Yeah, it's me. Sleep,” Yuuri finished unbuttoning his shirt and went to hang it up in the wardrobe.

 

“I'm sorry I kicked you. Does it hurt?”

 

Yuuri stopped on his way to the wardrobe. He shook his head then sighed. “Well, you didn't do it consciously, so you have nothing to apologize for,” he went to the wardrobe and hung the shirt then unzipped his trousers. “I'm sorry I acted like it was your fault… I'm like charged recently… All irritable somehow…” he hung the trousers up on the same hanger as his black shirt.

 

“Hn…” Wolfram turned to his other side, facing the dark side of the room. “I think you just need to relax. Use the opportunity while you can - take a break and leave the castle for a while. Either go to Earth or go sightseeing here. I suppose it would be good for you to see more of your country.”

 

“Hmm…” Yuuri walked over to the bed and sat down. It was a good advice, and he appreciated the sincerity in it - Wolfram usually protested harshly against him going anywhere. Then it dawned on Yuuri. “You'd want to go together?” he turned to Wolfram.

 

“Of course, I'd go,” Wolfram yawned. “Hell only knows what you'd do while alone. All those bitches are only waiting to steal someone's fiancé!”

 

Yuuri groaned. “If you go with me, it won't be any break!”

 

Wolfram turned around quickly. “So you want to go alone to meet those vamps?! You cheater!” he yelled at Yuuri.

 

“Oh gods…” Yuuri groaned again. He rubbed his face. “Will you shut up?” This sounded like a married couple quarrel. “Let's just go to sleep.”

 

Wolfram muttered something under his breath and settled back under the covers.

 

“Thanks for the advice, anyway,” Yuuri said. “I think I'll use it. But you are not going with me.” Despite wishing not to continue this conversation, he knew that if not stated right away, he'd not be able to talk Wolfram out of it later.

 

“What?!” Wolfram's indignant tone rang in the dusky room.

 

“I promise I won't be hunting for girls. Especially not for guys,” Yuuri sighed, slipping under the covers, wondering why he was making such promises at all. Ah, how he would have been happy if Wolfram had chosen to answer Elisabeth's feelings. The girl was beautiful and cute and as fiery as Wolfram was. The problem was that the girl was as obsessed with Wolfram as Wolfram was with Yuuri. Why did things never work as one wished?

 

“Whatever,” Wolfram mumbled. The lights died. The bed creaking silently, Wolfram turned away from Yuuri, and he knew that Wolfram was satisfied with his promises. That he wouldn't get any more nasty comments.

 

XXXXX

 

“Uhhh… Mmmm…”

 

Yuuri turned to his other side and pulled the cover over his head to block the noise. But the soft voice was soon heard again.

 

“Hnnn…”

 

“Shut up, Morgif!” Yuuri mumbled sleepily.

 

“Uhhh…”

 

Yuuri pushed the covers away to give an angry look at Morgif. Morgif was sleeping. Confused, Yuuri looked around. It was almost the same time again when Wolfram woke him up yesterday - the morning was approaching, the dimness slowly evaporating and melting in the embrace of the room.

 

As the sound repeated, Yuuri turned his head to the source. Wolfram. Yuuri felt how his face flushed red to his hair roots.

 

The other problem of Wolfram sleeping in Yuuri's bed was that they both were teenagers. And what did teenagers do most of the time? Exactly! - Were horny.

 

Wolfram meowed something again. His hips moved in leisurely circles towards the mattress. Yuuri felt that his face was turning from hot to scorching lava.

 

Wolfram's lips moved again, “Yuu…”

 

In a second a huge pillow smashed onto Wolfram's head to muffle the rest of the name. Yuuri wanted to glower at Wolfram for having a wet dream about him without his permission, but the king was only able to let out a loud yelp as he was thrown off the bed. Yuuri landed on his backside on the hard floor, another startled grunt leaving his mouth as pain flared through his spine.

 

“Ah! Fuck!” Wolfram's voice echoed in the room.

 

Wincing, Yuuri raised his head to look at the bed where Wolfram stood in his fighting stance, holding his sword. Wolfram snapped his fingers, the candlesticks flaring to life. He jumped quickly from the bed to the floor. Wolfram grabbed Yuuri by his front and, almost tearing the boy's pajamas and strangling the wide-eyed king, pushed Yuuri behind himself. The blonde was frantically looking around, searching for danger.

 

“Wolfram,” Yuuri sighed after getting over his surprise. He tapped his hand on Wolfram's shoulder. “False alarm. It was me. I hit you over the head with the pillow because you didn't let me sleep.”

 

The erratic breath that was leaving Wolfram's mouth stopped. Wide-eyed, Wolfram turned around slowly. Then Wolfram continued to breathe.

 

“You…” Wolfram clenched his left fist, “…wimp!” he hissed in fury. “I could have accidentally slit your throat!”

 

“Uhh…” Yuuri shifted from one foot to another. He hadn't actually thought of that. For some reason he always forgot that it had been sheer luck when he had won the duel against Wolfram. Wolfram was a skillful fighter, his sword and reflexes were quick. The sword that Wolfram carried with him everywhere wasn't an accessory to make Wolfram look cooler. Yuuri scolded himself mentally.

 

“Ah, sorry…” Yuuri scratched his head, giving Wolfram a sheepish smile, “…for making you that worried…”

 

Wolfram gave him a good measured glare. He snorted and started looking around for his sword sheath. After several seconds he found it tossed on the opposite side of the bed. He sheathed his sword and climbed onto the bed to hang it back onto the wall.

 

“What's wrong with your hand?” Yuuri asked after he had noticed Wolfram inspecting then cradling his right hand and looking around for something.

 

Yuuri followed Wolfram into the bed and sat down next to him.

 

“Your stupid sword bit me!” Wolfram raised his head to give Morgif a scorching look.

 

Morgif let out several pitiful sounds which probably meant an apology. Wolfram had grabbed him by accident, still sleepy and seizing the first sword at hand. Morgif really liked Wolfram, but he was still a sword that could only be used by the king. And despite Morgif's deepest regrets he had to bite on those pale and delicate fingers that had wrapped around him.

 

Yuuri reached his hand, concerned. “Show it to me.”

 

“It's nothing,” Wolfram snapped. He tore a bit of the cover and wanted to bandage it himself but was stopped by Yuuri's hand on his upper arm.

 

“Listen, I'm sorry for smashing the pillow on your head, but don't be such a prick,” Yuuri said, pulling Wolfram's arm to him. He knew that Wolfram didn't curse without a good reason and when Wolfram had shouted it was a pain-filled sound.

 

There was an ugly bite on the side of Wolfram's hand. The bite was quite deep; Morgif's teeth had cut through the skin and into the flesh and it was bleeding profusely.

 

“You need to disinfect it,” Yuuri said in a serious tone after looking at the wound.

 

“It's nothing,” Wolfram repeated. He retracted his hand from Yuuri's grasp. “In the morning I'll just go see Gisela.”

 

Yuuri would have preferred Wolfram to tear that pink nightgown of his instead of the cover, but he kept his mouth shut. Now, when he thought of that, Wolfram had looked dramatic while standing on the bed, in his pink transparent nightgown - which had been falling off his shoulders again -, being ready to fight: a sword in one hand, a fireball in the other, his emerald flashing eyes scanning the surroundings quickly. The image had been disturbing. Yuuri shook his head to get rid of the reminder.

 

Yuuri watched the stubborn boy trying to wrap the bandages he himself made. Wolfram was pressing them with his right hand fingers, so as not to slip, and trying to wrap with his other hand. Wolfram was flinching in pain and not succeeding, the bandage slipping off or being wrapped loosely.

 

Yuuri sighed. “Is there something like a first-aid kit or something?” As each time he had hurt himself there were plenty people to take care of him, he had no idea where the medicine was stored.

 

“A what?” Wolfram snapped. “Ah,” he nodded then. “There's something similar near the kitchen.”

 

“Ask one of the guards to bring it. I'll tend to your hand.”

 

“There's no need to tend to anything. It's-”

 

“Wolfram. It's an order.”

 

Wolfram didn't dare object the tone Yuuri spoke in. Despite most of the time Wolfram didn't show it, but he was always aware that Yuuri was his king - he was just trying not to let Yuuri subdue him. He knew that as soon as one in the pair started taking a position of a compromiser, he would always be expected to submit. Although, many wondered who was trying to subdue whom here…

 

There were times when Yuuri either turned into that powerful being or chose to exert his authority otherwise, and there was nothing else Wolfram could do except obey. That gave Wolfram mixed feelings. Sometimes it hurt and made him insecure, but on the other hand it made him proud and rapturous to have such a king. Then he wanted to smile proudly and boast that this was his fiancé.

 

Wolfram got up and went to the door to call for a guard. After unlocking it, Wolfram pushed the huge double door open. He cringed at the screeching sound that echoed through the dark and empty corridors. The prince went outside where a bit farther down two guards were stationed and ordered one of them to bring a kit.

 

From the doorway Wolfram turned to look at Yuuri. Yuuri was leaning on the headboard, watching him with an indescribable look on his face.

 

“Hn,” Wolfram leaned against the doorframe. “Do you feel sick?” he asked.

 

Yuuri sighed. And he had failed once again. “No, I don't. I am trying to learn that scary look your brother has…” he admitted. “I thought it might be handy…”

 

Wolfram burst out laughing. “You serious?” he chuckled after Yuuri nodded. “Well, I can say that you still have a long way to go - it really looks like you are sick…or need to use the bathroom.” He thought for a moment. “I think it's inborn. As far as I remember Gwendal, he always had that look on his face…”

 

“Pity,” Yuuri sighed. “It would be so useful…”

 

Wolfram rolled his eyes. “You have a way better thing - the majutsu no one else can rival.”

 

“But you see… It's not that I would start smiting everyone around or drench them in the rain to prove my point…” Yuuri pouted.

 

“Yeah, you are a wimp,” Wolfram agreed.

 

Yuuri glared at him, but long ago he learned that it was useless to say anything, so he just kept silent, wondering if Wolfram would shut up with that “wimp” comment once and for all if he were able to make such a scary face like Gwendal's.

 

The quick steps in the corridor tore through the silence that had settled between the two.

 

“Your Highness,” the guard held out the box for Wolfram.

 

“Thanks,” Wolfram nodded, taking the box. He shut the screeching door and locked it again. He walked over to Yuuri who shifted to the edge of the bed. Wolfram held out the box for him while laughably smiling.

 

“Oh, don't worry,” Yuuri sneered at Wolfram's smirk. “I know what to do with it.” But after opening the wooden box he realized that he didn't. “What the hell is this?!” startled, he looked at the varicolored bottles. It was nothing like he was used to seeing. “Where are the peroxide and the iodine…?” he blinked at the contents of the box again.

 

Wolfram suppressed a chuckle. “I have no idea what you are talking about… But if you are looking for disinfectants,” he leaned over the box, pointing at one bottle that was filled with green liquid, “this is the one Gisela uses to disinfect the wounds.”

 

“Are you sure?” Yuuri faltered. “It's green. Why is it green?”

 

“Oh, c'mon, do it and let's go to sleep!” Wolfram bristled at the delay. He plopped down next to Yuuri, the bed bouncing and then subsiding under Wolfram's weight.

 

“Fine, but don't complain later if you turn into a frog,” Yuuri took the bottle, unsure.

 

“Well, then all it would take is just a kiss, ne?” Wolfram snorted, reaching his hand towards Yuuri.

 

Yuuri frowned at the bottle while trying to open it. It wasn't funny. How come Wolfram knew that fairy-tale…? At least Wolfram wasn't rubbing his nose in it anymore.

 

Finally Yuuri uncapped the bottle. He smelled the liquid. It had no smell. “Do I just pour it on the wound?” he wondered.

 

“I think I'd have done it five times already…” Wolfram snickered. “Yeah, you pour it. Ah, dammit!” he yelped and jerked his hand out of Yuuri's grasp as the liquid burnt the wound unexpectedly. “You could have warned me!” he held his hand up again and braced himself for more pain.

 

“It's to shut you up!” Yuuri glared. “You do realize I'm seeing this thing for the first time? Be a bit more patient!”

 

Wolfram glared back at him but didn't say anything. Instead he concentrated on gritting his teeth in pain.

 

“Well, it seems it has reached everywhere,” Yuuri inspected the bite then corked the bottle. He put it back into the box and took the bandages from it.

 

Wolfram watched Yuuri's hands wrap the bandages expertly, Yuuri's wrapping was careful yet firm. It was quite surprising. “Where did you learn that?” he asked.

 

“Playing baseball is not as harmless as it might appear… Bruised knees, hands and such…” Yuuri said, being unaware of Wolfram's admiring gaze on his handiwork. “Does it hurt? Is it not too firm?”

 

Wolfram shook his head in denial. “It's okay. Did I kick you again?” he asked after several seconds of silence.

 

Yuuri felt a faint blush coming back to his face. What was he supposed to say? - That he woke up and was pissed to find Wolfram fucking the mattress with his name on his lips? “You talked in your sleep,” Yuuri said, not raising his eyes to Wolfram's face.

 

“Oh.”

 

Yuuri tore into the bandage to make the ties to tie the bandage around Wolfram's hand. After that he extended his palm over Wolfram's hand to spread the healing majutsu. After a minute, Yuuri assessed his final touch contently. There, finished.

 

Yuuri raised his head. He found Wolfram looking at him. No, not really. The gaze was… Wolfram was staring at his lips, Wolfram's look indescribable…like he would be lost somewhere. Wolfram was staring like he wanted…

 

When Wolfram leaned in to kiss him, Yuuri recoiled instantly. Wolfram grunted in pain as Yuuri's hand caught on his bandaged one.

 

“Sorry,” they both apologized at once.

 

Wolfram muttered something under his breath, crawled to his side of the bed and slid under the covers, turning his back to Yuuri. Yuuri sighed. He closed the box with the medicine and lowered it to the side of the bed, pushing it farther, so as not to trip over it in the morning. After Yuuri had snuck under his cover, Wolfram extinguished the lights.

 

An uncomfortable silence stretched, stretched and stretched until the charged air in the room started snapping and hissing.

 

“Do you still want to go for a ride?” Yuuri asked, wanting to kick himself for asking that in first place.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Okay. Then today after I finish my paperwork and stuff.”

 

“Fine.”

 

It was just one word but held much emotion in it, and Yuuri felt both delighted and oppressed.

 

XXXXX

 

Yuuri sucked on his spork absentmindedly. He was oblivious to Wolfram's eyes that were locked on his lips and threatening to pop out from the intent staring. Yuuri's eyes were fixed on the three maids who were standing next to the wall. He was musing again. He had tried to figure out the maids more than once, actually not only the maids but the whole female residents of the castle. He didn't really know much about women. He had hardly even kissed a girl, after all (“hardly” because it happened when he was four years old - he ran to the girl he liked, pressed his lips to hers and ran away. It had happened in kindergarten, and he wouldn't remember this if not for his mother constantly reminding him about it…).

 

It was hard to tell, but despite the maids' exclusive obsession with Wolfram, they seemed to be obsessed with each other, too. And Yuuri couldn't get rid of that strange feeling when near them. True, any man dreamed of sleeping with two lesbians, but hell… three of the kind…three vigorous nonstop babbling gossips… Not every man would subscribe to this…

 

Annissina? Despite Yuuri hardly having any experience with women (his manly ego liked to think that he had at least some), he decided that Annissina was quite easy to figure out. - She was a dominant lesbian who had the herd of the female population of the castle in her dominion.

 

Ex Maou…well that one was interesting. Cecile von Spitzberg had a very weird obsession of hugging and fondling her sons, which swayed in the direction of incest. But nonetheless, she was the only person whom Yuuri decided to be heterosexual.

 

Why the hell was he thinking about such things? Confused, Yuuri sucked on his spork harder. What the hell was wrong with him lately? All his thoughts seemed to go in one and the same direction. Maybe it was the unbearable heat? He couldn't wait for the season to end.

 

By the time Yuuri's tongue polished the spork in a way it had never been polished before, Wolfram was panting, the heat in the room and in his trousers seemingly increased by ten degrees. When Yuuri raised his head, Wolfram closed his mouth quickly and lowered his eyes back to his plate.

 

“I was thinking about going away for awhile,” Yuuri announced for the table.

 

Gwendal gave Conrad an inquiring look. Conrad looked as lost as Gwendal was.

 

“When?” Gunter asked in a surprised voice.

 

“Probably after the birthday party. At first I'll go home, and then I'll see. Either I'll stay there for awhile or I'll come back here and go somewhere.”

 

“Go somewhere…?” Conrad drawled, not quite grasping. “Like camping or…?”

 

“No, like traveling,” Yuuri corrected him.

 

“I don't think it's wise. Your Majesty doesn't know much about traveling… And it might be dangerous…” Conrad tried to talk Yuuri out of it.

 

“And I think it's a wonderful idea!” Gunter chirped. “I can already see His Majesty affiliating with his people… Learning their ways…”

 

Conrad kicked Gunter's leg under the table. “And nonetheless, this is not wise.”

 

“I can hardly imagine that His Majesty could more affiliate than he is already affiliating…” Gunter mumbled, supporting his brother.

 

“But it's such a nice wish! To see how the folk lives!”

 

“I'm not taking you with me,” Yuuri informed Gunter. “I'm not taking anyone. Well, maybe Yozak; just to be on the safer side. But I'm not even sure if I'll go.”

 

It took only a second for Gunter to change his mind. “Conrad and Gwendal are right - it's dangerous, Your Majesty!”

 

Then somehow everyone at once realized that Wolfram was silent. All heads turned to him.

 

“What?” Wolfram scrunched his pointy nose.

 

“He's not taking you and is going away with Yozak. There will be plenty of pretty girls and guys,” Gunter said, expecting that now Wolfram would explode for sure and would smash his fiancé down to the ground both literally and figuratively. If something could affect Yuuri, it was Wolfram's screeching.

 

“So what?” Wolfram reached for his glass. “Like I care what the wimp is doing,” he sipped the wine.

 

Gunter gasped and dropped his spork in surprise. “Wolfram…are you ill?” his eyes scanned Wolfram with a worried shimmer in them.

 

“Let the guy enjoy himself for awhile,” Wolfram snorted. He noticed Yuuri cast him quite a surprised look and he pretended to be immensely interested in the design of his wineglass. Why the hell was Yuuri so surprised? - He himself suggested that to Yuuri, and Yuuri had promised, hadn't he?

 

“Wolfram, see Gisela after breakfast, will you?” Gwendal said.

 

Wolfram rolled his eyes at his glass. “Whatever. Although, I'm completely fine,” he added. It was the heat, he decided. It was the heat which was making him willingly loose the reins.

 

TBC