Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Working out the Paradox ❯ Part 18 ( Chapter 18 )

Hello Serena1985,

Yes, finally the two hot-heads fixed it. Well, I'm not that sure what will happen when they come back to Shin Makoku. Nothing probably, heh

 

Hello newdkidt,

Well, Kyota and Yuuri… There's not really much between them. Wolfram has made his choice, Kyota and Yuuri can only accept. Yeah, they would look hot while fighting, but neither Yuuri nor Kyota is stupid enough to do that.

 

Hello marevil,

Well, the update. Hope you'll like it.

 

Hello jujubean,

Kyota and Yuuri… see my answer to newdkidt. Already updated Heavy Bond :D

 

 

 

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 think I have already reached.

 

A/N 1: I hate Greta; she is nonexistent in this story, and Yuuri has never adopted her.

 

Working out the Paradox

 

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

 

Part 18

 

“Hey,” Yuuri greeted Shori after that had answered the phone. “I just wanted to tell you that Asami, Wolfram and I are going to a baseball match. Well, you know the stadium near here. Yeah, we are just having breakfast right now. Yes, okay, I'll call you again after the match ends. See you later.” Yuuri put the phone back onto the small cabinet that was near the power point and let it recharge further (it had appeared that Asami wasn't able to reach Yuuri earlier because of the dead battery).

 

The whole time Yuuri had been on the phone, Asami had been staring at the calmly eating blonde. Where the hell did Yuuri get him from? He said the blonde's name was Wolfram. An exotic sounding name. But it was clear that the blonde wasn't from around here - he had never seen a person with such bright blond hair and green eyes. Besides it seemed that Wolfram didn't know the language either - Yuuri was talking to him in some weird tongue. Did Wolfram really get in a fight with Yuuri? -He didn't really look that threateningly, rather… Ah well, if Yuuri wanted, he'd tell him about everything. The blonde had started his fifth sandwich when Yuuri finally finished talking with Shori.

 

“Okay, it's all set,” Yuuri sat down at the table next to Wolfram and opposite Asami. “Finish your sandwich and we'll go,” he said to Wolfram. The prince was still slightly coughing, but it was getting better. Yuuri had thought about buying something for his throat, but then became unsure if the same medicine would work on a Mazoku. He was afraid that it might do more damage than benefit, so he decided to do without it and settled on natural remedies, such as hot lime tea and keeping one's throat warm.

 

Wolfram nodded. In two minutes he finished his sandwich and tea then stood up.

 

“I'm so glad I got a hold of you!” Asami grinned at Yuuri. “It's going to be great! Remember the match we went to a month ago? -I bet this one will be even better!”

 

His grin wide, Yuuri gave Asami the victory sign. Asami was one of those few close friends he had on Earth, and he was always glad to see him.

 

“C'mon, guys!” Asami threw his arms over Wolfram's and Yuuri's shoulders, dragging them to the door. He didn't notice Wolfram's eyes cross in surprise of being that familiarly touched.

 

Yuuri got a little worried, but it seemed Wolfram understood that Asami didn't mean anything bad. The blond just huffed and let himself be directed to their shoes at the door. Yuuri found a scarf for Wolfram to wrap around his throat. It was midsummer but Yuuri knew that Wolfram hardly cared about that; people would stare at him one way or another - with scarf or without it.

 

They left the house and went directly to the stadium to buy tickets first. As after buying the tickets, there was still some time left until the match started, they went to sit at a nearby café. They chose a free table at the window and settled there. Asami and Yuuri started browsing through the menu.

 

“So, what do you wa…?” From his menu, Yuuri's head rose to Wolfram. “Riiight,” Yuuri slapped himself on his forehead when Wolfram glared at him from the colorful pictures he had been browsing through. “Do you want something to eat or just something sweet, like ice-cream or… Hey, I know - hot chocolate. I bet you've never tried that one.” Content with his decision, Yuuri turned to the waitress that was leaning on the counter and waiting for them to choose.

 

“So where is he from?” with his head motioning at Wolfram, Asami asked after the waitress took their order and left. As Yuuri still hadn't said anything, he decided to take the matters in his own hands. Asami was intrigued to see Yuuri fidget. Even if he had no idea why or what Yuuri wanted to hide, he knew immediately that now a bunch of lies was to follow.

 

“From Shin Makoku.”

 

Asami was digging in his memories for some time then blinked at Yuuri. “And where's that?”

 

“In Europe.”

 

“Seriously? Have never heard about such a country.”

 

“It's very small,” Yuuri nodded, feeling silly and a bit guilty for lying to his friend.

 

“Is he your relative or something?” Asami gave a skeptical look at both Yuuri and Wolfram, seeing no way the two could be related.

 

“A very, very distant one,” Yuuri nodded. He sighed when Wolfram's discontent gaze settled on him. “He's asking where from I know you. I said you're my distant relative.”

 

“Relative?” Wolfram's eyes sparkled dangerously. “I'm not your relative… And…”

 

“As I said many times before,” Yuuri groaned, “people here don't understand such a relationship between two boys. I can't announce everyone that you're my fiancé… For you it's easy - you'll soon be gone to Shin Makoku, and I'll still have to finish the same school with the same people, and I don't want people hating me, talking behind my back and throwing things at me. Kids are much worse than grown-ups…”

 

“That bad, huh?” Wolfram said after a pause. “I'm starting to get the whole picture…” He also started to get the idea why Yuuri had been so reluctant and indecisive towards him. This world was really different; he had one more reason to hate it.

 

Yuuri was a little surprised when Wolfram simply quieted like that - usually Wolfram didn't listen to any of his reasoning. But then…Wolfram had probably thought that those had only been pathetic excuses to avoid him…

 

“So what have you been doing during these several weeks?” Yuuri asked Asami to break the silence.

 

“Nothing much. Well, I had spent one week at my grandparents in Oshima,” Asami related. “It was a bit boring as I don't know anyone there, but yeah, there have been some nice moments, too. You know all that mushy stuff the grandparents do - talk about theirs and their kids' past, ask you all those silly questions, show you the albums, take you shopping and buy you lots of ice-cream and all those funny caps and T-shirts like you would be a five-year-old. Kinda boring and makes you feel uncomfortable for not really feeling that interested, but at the same time you do know that you should appreciate it and it makes you feel warm inside that you have such people like them…”

 

“Yeah, I perfectly know what you mean…” Yuuri nodded, sighing. He was used to Asami sounding melancholically. Asami was quite sensitive and good with emotions and at reading people. Exactly that had made them friends after all.

 

Asami made some space in front of him for the waiter to put his plate. Then he dug in his pancakes. Yuuri leaned a little back as the waitress brought his ice-cream and put the small glass dish on the table. Yuuri turned his head to observe Wolfram who had a very interesting look on his face after having tasted his chocolate. “Something's wrong?”

 

Wolfram gave Yuuri a funny look and dipped his spoon back into the cup with the chocolate. “It's…” he blinked after swallowing and licking off the spoon clean, “…it's…like…like almost having sex…”

 

Yuuri choked on his ice-cream, spluttering most of it onto himself the rest of it onto the table. Beet red, Yuuri took several napkins from the case and started cleaning the mess. “You said you hadn't ever done it…then how do you know?” he muttered. He couldn't believe that of all people Wolfram had said that. Really, people said that about chocolate sometimes, but Wolfram opening his mouth in front of everyone…

 

Wolfram rolled his eyes, amused by Yuuri's reaction. “But it's not as if I don't masturb…”

 

“Wolfram!” Yuuri yelled, horror-stricken, his hand shooting out to cover Wolfram's mouth. Wolfram's “modesty” had always impressed him. His head turned to Asami who was staring at them, confused. Only then Yuuri remembered that he couldn't understand Wolfram. Slowly, trying to will his blush away, Yuuri removed his palm from Wolfram's mouth. “Sometimes it seems to me that you only think about sex…” He continued cleaning himself and the table with the napkins.

 

“And you don't?!” Wolfram pretended to be aghast, making his eyes wide. “Something's wrong with you!” The prince snickered when Yuuri blushed again. He rolled his eyes when embarrassed Yuuri only muttered something then turned to engage Asami in conversation.

 

“What did he say?” Asami wondered at Yuuri's red face.

 

“Nothing much,” Yuuri shook his head, but his blush deepened. Wolfram was clearly stating his claim on him and increasing sexual tension between them and he was succeeding - his skin was tingling each time he would catch Wolfram looking at him; Wolfram was really much more experienced at these games than him.

 

“Umm… Yeah, right…” Asami murmured. “He's sooo obviously flirting with you, and you're sooo obviously loving it…”

 

Yuuri choked on his ice-cream again. After coughing for a minute, he finally caught his breath back. Wide-eyed, he stared at Asami who continued jabbing his pancakes mournfully.

 

“I just wish you've told me. I told you when I found my first girlfriend after all… And I've also told you about my first time…” Asami complained. “We used to say everything to each other…”

 

“Eeep?” Yuuri squeaked. It took him several seconds to find his composure. “I umm…” he fell silent, being not sure as to what to say. He finished his ice-cream and pushed the dish farther from himself. He hadn't thought the two of them were that obvious, and he really didn't think that Asami would have no problem with him being…gay?...bisexual…? -That he still had to figure out himself.

 

“Well, I thought we were best friends, Yuuri…” Asami pushed the last pancake around in his plate. “Even if during these two years you've distanced yourself… Was it because you discovered you were gay?”

 

Yuuri tried to formulate his thoughts to say something, but the words just escaped him. “I'm…sorry,” Yuuri muttered finally. “I just…had many things to do and think about… It's not that I…forgot you…”

 

“Well, it seemed like it,” Asami said, bitter.

 

Yuuri was silent for some time. He felt bad for making his best friend feel like this - probably Asami inviting him to a baseball match was his last attempt to renew their friendship. While taking care of his own problems he had forgotten his friends. Unforgivable.

 

“Wolfram is my fiancé…” Yuuri said. He scratched his head when Asami gave him a disbelieving look. “Well, there's a long story to that…”

 

“Are you in a hurry?” Asami asked, coming back to eating his pancake.

 

Yuuri flustered. “Well… First of all, I'm the king of the country that is in a different world…” He looked at Asami expectantly.

 

“Sure, that much I figured from your golden crown and scepter,” Asami snickered. He stuck his chopsticks at Yuuri. “Listen, Yuuri, if you're gonna talk shit, I don't…”

 

“I'm completely serious,” Yuuri confirmed.

 

This time Asami pointed his chopsticks at Wolfram who was enjoying his hot chocolate blissfully. “And the blonde is your future queen? Serious my ass!”

 

“Well…not a queen…” Yuuri wondered. “I still have to figure out that part myself, but yeah, as said, he's my fiancé.”

 

“Yuuri…” Asami growled, his angry eyes locking on Yuuri's face.

 

“Okay,” Yuuri frowned back at him. “Watch Wolfram's chocolate. Besides being a king, I'm also able to control all four elements.”

 

“Goddamit, Yuuri,” Wolfram glared at Yuuri when his chocolate floated out of the dish. “Play with your own food!” He took the dish in his hand and raised it to scoop the floating mass back.

 

Asami paled. He turned back to Yuuri. “You…you are serious, aren't you?”

 

XXXXX

 

Wolfram stared at the field in front of him with a bored look on his face. Lazily, his eyes followed the ball. No, he seriously couldn't understand why Yuuri, Conrad or this Asami liked the game. Yuuri and Asami were cheering something on, obviously super excited about something, but Wolfram wasn't even sure which team was theirs, and to tell the truth he didn't really care - the game was just plainly boring.

 

“Here, play a game or something,” Yuuri pushed his mobile phone into Wolfram's hands then he, together with Asami, jumped from their seat to cheer their team on after a successful pitch.

 

Wolfram blinked at the phone in his hands. He raised his head to stare at Yuuri's backside in front of his face while Yuuri was jumping up and down excitedly. He was a bit disappointed when Yuuri sat down all too soon. “Umm… Do you know that there's a frog inside it?” he asked Yuuri, showing the phone.

 

“Yeah, just manipulate it with those arrows on the phone,” Yuuri continued to cheer his team on.

 

“Okay,” Wolfram shrugged.

 

“Yuuri?” Wolfram raised his head after twenty minutes of playing the game. “Is there anything besides the frog? -I keep getting eaten by that stupid tiger.”

 

“Yeah, the one with the snake. Give me that,” he quickly found the game then gave the phone back to Wolfram. “Just pick up those blinking dots. Yes! Take that!” he screamed at the field, striking high into the air with his right fist.

 

“We are winning, we are winning!” Asami shouted, happily.

 

“Yuuri, the view went blank…” Wolfram complained after five minutes.

 

“Wolfram, can't you simply watch the game?” Yuuri's eyes followed the running man on the field.

 

“I don't like it. Can't you do anything?”

 

“No. The battery is dead. Yes!” Yuuri shouted victoriously. “Asami, give him your phone. Show him the games, or he'll drive me crazy.” He turned back to Wolfram. “Never again you're going to a match with me!”

 

“Whatever. I wouldn't go even if you paid me!” Wolfram reached his hand out to take Asami's phone. “I just went because it seemed like this Asami was hitting on you. I don't understand how you can like this pointless game!”

 

“He's not hitting on me - he's my best friend. And it's not pointless!”

 

“Whatever.” Wolfram's blond brow rose at Yuuri. “Kyota is my best friend…” he left it hanging.

 

Yuuri gritted his teeth - was Wolfram looking for trouble again? “Some best friends are a bit different!”

 

“Fine. Watch your game, you paid the money for it after all,” Wolfram waved him off dismissively after getting the hang of controlling some guy on the screen.

 

Fifteen minutes later the game was over and the three of them turned towards Yuuri's home. Ransui team had won the game, and Yuuri's with Asami's moods were high.

 

“Hey, not bad,” Asami said after retrieving his phone. “Your fiancé has beaten all my records…”

 

“Wolfram's good at that, I mean at stubbornly beating records,” Yuuri nodded. “Though, I didn't believe he'd even like playing with the phone… Especially, keeping in mind that he considers it the invention of the devil… Ah well, as usually, it seems that he's quick to forget his superstitions…”

 

“Yuuri?”

 

“He said you had beaten his records on the game,” Yuuri translated. “And I said that you're good at being stubborn.”

 

“Ah. Okay. What are we going to do now?”

 

“We'll go back, find something to eat and…dunno. Listen to some music, play some computer games or whatever. We'd go play baseball, you know, but you'd sulk for the rest of the day, wouldn't you?” Yuuri sighed.

 

“Yes, and I don't feel guilty at all,” Wolfram's emerald eyes flashed defiantly. “Music? What kind of music? I hate the one you call rock… Games? What kind of games? The ones like in the phone? I want to play too!”

 

“Fine, fine,” Yuuri ruffled through his dark hair with his fingers, thinking. “I'll see what I have - there should be some classical pieces somewhere and I think I have some games without baseball…”

 

Already at home, Yuuri heated some of the food his mother had left for them, made some tea, switched the TV on, and they sat down to eat.

 

“Seriously, I love your mom's cooking, it's the best,” Asami sighed, content.

 

“Yeah,” Yuuri agreed. “Even Wolfram likes it. He had been suspicious for first several days but then let it go.”

 

Asami turned to look at Wolfram who was ignoring them completely and staring at the TV, obviously trying to get the hang of it - there was Animal Planet on. This Yuuri's fiancé seemed to be in a learning mode today. “Yuuri, you said you got accidentally engaged after slapping him. Do you really… Well, are you okay with it? Well, I see that you like him a lot, but… Well, of course, I don't know him and can't talk to him, but he rather looks like an inconsiderate…well…blonde…”

 

Yuuri blinked at Asami. He thought about translating everything for Wolfram, but then decided that he didn't want the house turned into wreckage. He just sighed. “I love him,” Yuuri said, feeling sheepish. “I needed two years to finally realize that, but now I'm completely content and happy. Seriously,” he nodded at Asami's skeptical face. “Well, yeah, look at it how you want - he's really not a girl, far from it, but... Just…happened… And he isn't really what he seems to be. You'd be surprised…” he just shrugged not finishing.

 

Asami watched Yuuri for some time then nodded. “Umm… You two…have you done it?”

 

Yuuri flushed beet red, the bright color catching Wolfram's eye. The blond's unfriendly gaze locked on Asami who was looking at both of them.

 

“Is he hitting on you?” Wolfram's voice sounded dangerously.

 

“No, he's asking if we have ever done “it”.”

 

“What the hell is his business?” Wolfram snorted, his cheeks also turning pinkish. “Tell him to keep his nose away! Say that we haven't, but we plan to do “it” or at least have some fun in the short run.”

 

Yuuri's eyes went round. “Seriously?”

 

“Do you have a problem with that?”

 

Yuuri flushed scarlet once again. “Well…” he fidgeted, “…no.”

 

Hiding his smile, Wolfram turned back to follow the moving animal pictures on TV. Yuuri was so much fun to tease.

 

XXXXX

 

It was past nine, the summer sky was showing first signs of evening. Asami had left earlier and Yuuri was vacuuming the living-room, Wolfram sitting on the sofa, observing the burring process with a cautious look on his face. After a couple of minutes he climbed off the sofa and stood behind Yuuri to watch into the head disappearing crumbles, dirt, pieces of crisps and cookies.

 

“This is quite useful, you know…”

 

“Yeah, I know,” Yuuri smiled for himself.

 

“Why are you doing that?”

 

“What do you mean “why”? -Because if my mom or any of her crazed friends saw this mess and told her, she'd have a heart attack, and after that she'd want to clean this pigsty herself.”

 

Wolfram's emerald eyes followed the vacuum-cleaner for several seconds. “Should I wash dishes or something, then?”

 

Yuuri turned around to grin at him. “And you're getting the hang of the life here, I see…”

 

“Well, you know what they say - look at the bathroom and you'll know how the people live. I know that your parents are really poor. Your mother probably does everything herself. That's why she was so happy when Conrad cleaned the bath for her…”

 

“Seriously? They say that?” Yuuri wondered, moving with the vacuum-cleaner closer to the kitchen.

 

“Yeah, the size of the bathroom tells it all…”

 

“Well, actually we are an average family,” Yuuri shrugged. “So what does the bathroom at Blood Pledge Castle say? Here,” he opened the dishwasher, “just rinse the dishes somewhat before putting everything here.”

 

“Huh?” Wolfram blinked at Yuuri, his gaze lost between Yuuri and the dishwasher, not understanding.

 

“Despite we are really, really poor,” Yuuri sniggered, “we do have a dishwasher. You just put the dishes in here,” he motioned with his hand, “then switch it on, and it washes it all instead of you. Later I'll show you the washing-machine - I have to wash the clothes anyway.”

 

“Okay,” Wolfram said a bit unsure but started doing as he had been told. “Well, Blood Pledge Castle has the best baths I have ever been to. The ones at Gunter's and my father's are really good too. Kyota's is smaller than ours but very nicely decorated, and…umm…” he quieted, noticing Yuuri's darkened face. Yuuri didn't say a word, but he knew it wasn't pleasant to Yuuri to hear him talking about Kyota. Wolfram leaned down and continued arranging the dishes in the dishwasher. “Yours is actually the smallest I have ever been to…but has the nicest smelling shampoo,” he chuckled.

 

“I can buy a full box of it and bring it to Shin Makoku, if His Highness wishes,” Yuuri chuckled, too, bowing, his mood elated again.

 

“So eager to please your fiancé?” Wolfram teased, his emerald eyes sparkling, amused.

 

Yuuri laughed softly. He finished vacuuming the living-room, switched the dishwasher on, sent Wolfram to gather all dirty clothes upstairs while he himself was assorting the clothes from the laundry basket in the bathroom.

 

“Thanks,” Yuuri took a bundle of clothes from Wolfram. “I'll wash light clothes today. The rest will come tomorrow. Watch now - you just have to turn this handle to this point…” Yuuri paused. From the handle, Yuuri's eyes rose to meet Wolfram's. “You know… I'll start teaching you how to read tomorrow…at least the basics that you'd have firm ground… Would you like that?”

 

Surprised, Wolfram didn't even know what to say for some time. Then he smiled brightly. “Well, yes, I'd like that very much.”

 

Yuuri grinned back at Wolfram's enthusiastically sparkling eyes. Yuuri suppressed the urge to reach his hand out to…he wasn't even sure what he wanted to do, probably just to touch Wolfram or ruffle his hair affectionately. Instead, Yuuri lowered his eyes and pressed the button to turn the washing-machine on. “Okay, take a shower, and I'll finish vacuuming the rooms.”

 

Wolfram nodded. He went upstairs to take his T-shirt he was using here for sleeping, and went back into the bathroom. Contently, he relaxed under the warm stream. He loved how this day had passed. He had liked even Asami - already after spending several minutes with the guy, he perfectly knew that Asami hadn't been hitting on Yuuri. He had just been teasing Yuuri about it. Yuuri had a very good friend, and he had much fun playing those games together with them, laughing and cursing, and it felt so nice and right. He was sure that after he finally was able to talk, it would be even better.

 

Almost at the same time Wolfram left the bathroom, Yuuri finished vacuuming the rooms.

 

“I'm going to bed,” standing behind Yuuri, Wolfram brushed with a towel over his damp hair while Yuuri was placing the vacuum-cleaner back into the storeroom. “Don't take too long, will you?”

 

“I'll just take a shower, too.”

 

XXXXX

 

Silently, Yuuri snuck into the dark room. He hoped that Wolfram would be asleep, but at the same time he wanted that he would be awake. But it would be better that Wolfram would be sleeping, because then he wouldn't need to think too much about what to do and what would happen and… Yuuri tiptoed to the bed, and slowly, very slowly slid under the covers. Once done and comfortably settled he exhaled contently.

 

“Eeeh!” he yelped in surprise when Wolfram's arm wrapped around his waist.

 

“And you really are a wimp, aren't you?” amused, Wolfram leaned to murmur into Yuuri's ear. He just grinned when Yuuri tried to say something to justify himself, but the words didn't make much sense. Yuuri's body was rigid under his arm, and he could feel the heat wafting from Yuuri's face. He let go of Yuuri and leaned over to switch the table-lamp on behind him.

 

They both blinked their blinded eyes at each other. Wolfram retracted his arm and sat down. There was a nervous look on Yuuri's face, the other boy still lying and gazing back up at him silently. Their eyes were locked for some time then, neither of the two managing to keep the contact, lowered their eyes.

 

Yuuri was still studying the rumpled white covers on his chest when suddenly the bed shifted. Yuuri hardly kept himself from jolting when Wolfram's warm breath wafted over his right cheek.

 

“Are you that afraid?” Wolfram murmured in Yuuri's ear while Yuuri just stared at the ceiling in the half-light.

 

Yuuri nodded, swallowing involuntary. Worse than afraid, in spite of strong shivers of anticipation going up and down his spine, he still felt almost panicky.

 

“Me too,” Wolfram admitted to him. “We are equal, then. Why don't we try relaxing, umm?” Wolfram raised his face to brush his lips over Yuuri's. When Yuuri didn't protest, he started to nip and suckle gently, his upper body lowering over Yuuri's chest and stomach.

 

Yuuri's view to the ceiling was blocked by the pale skin. He stared at in his eyes swimming Wolfram's face from up close, at his closed eyelids while Wolfram's lips were teasing and coaxing his to answer. Wolfram's lips were warm and slick and he could feel Wolfram's breath wafting over his face. It was…surreal.

 

Yuuri's eyes closed at the feel of Wolfram's fingers ruffling through his hair and massaging his scalp. It was nice. And the kiss…this time it was less aggressive, no tongue, and it was…really, really nice.

 

Yuuri's eyelashes fluttered when Wolfram's mouth from his lips slid to his jaw then neck. A silent exhalation left him when the wet tongue slid over his skin. Wolfram's soft trail of nips and kisses lined over his neck, making him shiver.

 

“Do you like this?”

 

Wolfram's voice had a lower note to it. A little breathless, Yuuri nodded. It was getting warmer, Yuuri noticed. He flushed scarlet at the feel of his lower regions swelling at Wolfram's attention and his voice.

 

Yes, just right there, at his right ear. With another, louder intake of air, Yuuri expressed his approval when Wolfram nipped on that place again. But at the same time Yuuri became aware of Wolfram's right hand that was ruffling his T-shirt, wanting to slide underneath it. Yuuri's breath hitched, the shiver of anticipation running from his head to his toes and then to his groin. He tensed when Wolfram slid his hand over the bare skin of his stomach. The hand stayed there for some time, just drawing small teasing circles over his heated skin then came up to his chest.

 

Yuuri's eyes widened as Wolfram splayed his fingers out over his skin. Wolfram rolled his right nipple between his fingers and Yuuri gasped loudly. He breathed in the scent of fresh shampoo wafting of Wolfram's blond hair while Wolfram was kissing up his neck and to his jaw where Wolfram's lips soon moved over his mouth, the blond's hand slipping from under his shirt to cup Yuuri's face. Yuuri had already felt hot all over but when Wolfram shifted so that he was almost overlying him, he thought he'd burn: Wolfram's weight, pressing him into the bedding felt enticing, his skin tingling at their bodies pressed in this manner.

 

Wolfram teased and nipped on his lips, but soon it didn't seem to be enough of that and Yuuri widened his mouth to let Wolfram in. Wolfram's tongue entered him, prodded and brushed over his several times. Yuuri touched Wolfram's tongue back with his, slid against it tentatively, their saliva mixing. Their tongues touched and experimented until Wolfram retreated. They shifted their heads so that they would fit better together then Wolfram entered again and then again, crouching against Yuuri, his hands sliding up and down Yuuri's sides, rumpling the T-shirt on their way. The kisses were turning more passionate, Wolfram still having the lead, but Yuuri not wanting to give up.

 

Wolfram's lips moved away from Yuuri's and his T-shirt was pushed up his stomach, making the room for Wolfram to explore his bare skin. His body twitched underneath Wolfram's tongue as that washed over his chest. His mouth made a soundless “o” when Wolfram circled his right nipple. Yuuri's fingers dove into Wolfram's blond hair to keep his head there.

 

Yuuri arched into the hot mouth that engulfed his already erect nipple. His fingers grasping Wolfram's locks even tighter, he couldn't keep himself from moaning. He felt Wolfram shiver above him, his teeth tugging at his nub more forcefully. His member jerked at the thrill of it all and at how Wolfram reacted to his involuntary gasps.

 

“Take your T-shirt off,” Yuuri panted out.

 

Dizzily, Wolfram raised his head to look at Yuuri. “You first,” he tugged Yuuri's T-shirt up to his armpits, pushing the material in Yuuri's face. Wolfram wanted to a smirk at the boy after that pushed the T-shirt off his face but because of the lust in his eyes the expression on his face didn't really work out - Yuuri was the one who sat up and grinned back at him drunkenly after taking his T-shirt off.

 

Now they were kneeling face to face, Yuuri tugging at Wolfram's nightwear impatiently, his hands wanting to touch more of Wolfram. Fervently, Yuuri caught Wolfram's lips with his as soon as the blond's shirt was taken care of. He pressed himself to the prince, their hips coming in contact, making them both gasp.

 

“And you are bold…” Wolfram panted out, during the breaks while answering the heated kiss. “For a wimp…”

 

“Shut up, Wolfram,” Yuuri latched onto Wolfram's throat. He nudged the prince's chin up to get more access. Wolfram's whimper was delightful. He inhaled Wolfram's scent while pushing against the blond's hips tentatively. Yuuri had been afraid that he might feel turned off or even repulsed but there was none of that, true - he found it a little weird to feel Wolfram's member against his, but it just aroused him even more to find that Wolfram was also hard.

 

Yuuri's mouth slid off Wolfram's as he turned his head to the side to pant. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears, his body burning. He was glad that his shorts were loose enough for him to adjust.

 

The harsh short breaths and gasps leaving his mouth, Yuuri continued to rock his body against Wolfram's. Wolfram thrust back eagerly, his hips meeting Yuuri's, his arms wrapped around the dark-haired boy, pressing them together. Yuuri jerked forward into the blond when Wolfram's hand squeezed his backside.

 

Yuuri blinked his eyes open at a sudden feeling of cool air passing over his body when Wolfram retreated. He gasped when Wolfram pushed him back into the bedding. He grunted and blushed fiercely when Wolfram's hand found his erected member. But a second later he was beyond caring. A loud moan left his lips when Wolfram's palm slid over the front of his light shorts, his member jerking in excitement. He immediately thrust into Wolfram's hand. The blond's fingers cupped him then stroked through the cloth.

 

“W-Wolfram,” Yuuri gasped out whimpering. “I'm…I'm…”

 

Yuuri arched off the bed, his mouth open and his face scrunched. He shuddered then and his lightly perspired body slumped back into the bedding.

 

The orgasm had been quick and fleeting - it didn't leave much satisfaction and after several seconds of gathering his wits and panting, Yuuri opened his eyes to look at Wolfram above him. An embarrassed blush added to the color of Yuuri's bright cheeks.

 

“And there I was worrying that I wouldn't manage to even arouse you…” Wolfram purred before leaning down to kiss Yuuri.

 

“I'm sorry,” Yuuri mumbled.

 

Wolfram just laughed into Yuuri's mouth, amused. With a little of Yuuri's help, he pushed Yuuri's soiled shorts down his hips. Wolfram was immediately aware of the scent that flooded the room - it made his head spin even more. Mazokus were more sensitive to scents than Humans and it had a greater effect on them. He leaned down so that his face was over Yuuri's crotch. Yuuri's wide eyes watching him, Wolfram licked curiously at the salty cooling liquid that was turning white. He felt Yuuri's renewed arousal jerk against his cheek.

 

Wolfram turned his head so that his lips were pressed against Yuuri's half-erect shaft. It jerked again, landing back against his lips with a soft thud.

 

“W-Wolfram!” Yuuri shuffled back away in the bed. “W-W…”

 

Wolfram gazed at Yuuri. Yuuri was staring at him with frightened but at the same time of reluctant anticipation filled eyes. Maybe he'd store this for later, Wolfram decided - too much of excitement for one day, besides, he himself was not sure that he was ready to move that fast.

 

Wolfram crawled over to Yuuri until their faces met again. He pressed his mouth to Yuuri's, his hands sliding up Yuuri's sides and up to his chest to tease the erect nipples. Yuuri moaned into Wolfram's mouth, his hands rising up to Wolfram's shoulders to pull the prince closer. One of his hands slid to Wolfram's hair to entangle into the soft locks to make the kiss deeper.

 

Yuuri's mouth moved over Wolfram's, cravings heightening with each passing second. His hands slid down over Wolfram's damp sides to his waist to the waistband of his shorts. A tentative tug on it made Wolfram open his eyes. They met two dark orbs that were smoldering with renewed lust. Holding the prince's gaze, Yuuri pushed the shorts down Wolfram's hips. He looked down when they caught on Wolfram's arousal and made the blond gasp. Yuuri pulled the waistband further off Wolfram's body and slid the shorts off the blond's hips.

 

Wolfram was a natural blond. That Yuuri could say for sure: a hardly visible path of blond was starting a bit under Wolfram's bellybutton and gradually widening until it turned into a triangle. A few pre-cum dews were collected on the red head of the throbbing length. Wolfram had a longer penis than him, but his was wider in girth than Wolfram's.

 

Breath caught in Wolfram's throat when Yuuri continued tugging his shorts down, his palms and fingers sliding smoothly over his hips and buttocks, squeezing lightly. Wolfram kicked his shorts off and maneuvered himself and Yuuri so that they lay on their sides against each other. They both started shivering in anticipation when Wolfram found Yuuri's hand and began to guide it down between them. Yuuri's lower body was covered in his seed and Wolfram smeared Yuuri's palm with it on the way. They reached even lower and Wolfram's fingers enclosed Yuuri's to wrap them around their erections. Wolfram released his shaky breath he had been holding for quite some time.

 

Yuuri jerked in his own palm at the feeling of it all. Tentatively, he stroked up and down. It was hot and slick, and it was completely different from when he had been doing it himself. There was Wolfram's hand on his, guiding. In addition he could feel Wolfram pulsing against himself which was just surreal. Yuuri opened his eyes to look at Wolfram. Wolfram had his eyes closed, but his face was in some sort of concentration even if his lips were slightly open to pant lightly. Yuuri felt dizzy, the sight only adding to muddling his senses. His head was swimming with scents and pleasure. On the spur of the moment he leaned over to claim Wolfram's mouth wanting…wanting… He didn't know what he wanted anymore, only to sate that fire inside him. He wanted nothing more, cared for nothing more.

 

Together, they moved their hands up and down, the pace getting quicker, the pleasure taking them both over completely. They kissed messily then Wolfram leaned down to plant fleeting kisses on Yuuri's neck and chest.

 

Wolfram had dreamed long about it, about how it would be, about how they would do it, about how wonderful it would be, about how they would be consumed by their love. Right now he didn't care about all that, not really. He was too far gone now to think - he could only feel. Yuuri's hand on him, Yuuri's gasps and groans against his skin, Yuuri's charged body against him, sweat gathering on them, the coiling wire of fire in his loins getting tighter with each stroke of Yuuri's fingers and…

 

Yuuri yelped when Wolfram suddenly bit his shoulder. He felt Wolfram squeezing his fingers with his, the movements on their members now jerky and hardly controlled. He could feel Wolfram pulsing hotly in his hand and knowing that Wolfram was almost there he rubbed over the oozing heads several times.

 

Wolfram tensed suddenly, his teeth clamping further into Yuuri's skin. Yuuri felt him jerk and hot liquid coated their fingers. It made Yuuri lose his control completely and after a few short mindless jerks on his shaft he followed Wolfram.

 

Wolfram's teeth unclamped from Yuuri's skin. He had heard Yuuri shout something incoherently and knew he had also come. His head still swimming from the aftermath and his breathing harsh, Wolfram rolled over onto his back and looked around for the earlier discarded cover.

 

“'M sorry for biting you,” he muttered tiredly.

 

Yuuri panted for some time. He rolled onto his back, too. “Huh? Did you say anything?” he gasped out later. His heart was still pounding loudly in his ears.

 

“I said I was sorry for biting you.”

 

“Biting? Oh. Doesn't matter. I was sure to leave my hickeys on you after all…” Out of his breath, Yuuri grinned up at the ceiling.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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