I have not updated or written a fic for a very long time therefore, I thought it was about time that I delight my readers once more. The fic below was actually supposed to be a one-shot but somehow it evolved into a two chap phenomenon.
I want to thank the person who commented on my 'Sucker of blood fic' and whom I dedicate this fic too.
Thanks for the comments and Please comment more cause it really boost up our egos if you say we write good or else we writers (or at least I personally) think my writing is worthless and not worthy of being shared with you.
Anyway, rant aside, sorry for any grammar mistakes as I did not re-read this as well as I should have. Enjoy.
--Guilty Pleasures:
Chap 1: Discovery
Wolfram really wanted to find out what Yuuri was always up to. Yes, he had been spying. He admitted at least that much to himself. First he said he was only 'vigilantly observing' Yuuri. Yuuri was his fiancé after all. He had SOME rights OVER him. (Even if he didn't *cough* use all of them….)
Wolfram was just doing his duty. Just...his duty. Mhm. Or so he told himself.
But soon, he admitted, his duty had become somewhat of an obsession. A good obsession for he wanted only innocently to find out what Yuuri was doing those late times at night.
Well, maybe he did suspect the wimp for cheating. Oh who was he kidding, that wimp wouldn't even know what it meant to cheat; he was such a wimp after all and probably wouldn't even know how to do anything. Wolfram would probably have to take the initiative and teach him one day. But that boy didn't even realize how he slowly seduced everyone he met. He possessed the most ultimate and stealthy weapon. Himself.
So here Wolfram was, clad once again in that hideous pink night gown that his mother insisted on him to wear. He was a mama's boy and there was no denying that. 48 and he still did what she told him. She had told him no man could resist a pink night gown so Wolfram had donned it in hopes Yuuri would he such a man as his mother said. But alas, Yuuri was different. He was a challenge, a prize. Wolfram liked challenges. And he liked Yuuri.
At the present time, Wolfram was sneaking around following the path Yuuri had taken. He bunched up the pink material in his hand, seething with hatred for its frilliness. He was a man dammit, not some frilly pre-pubescent obsessed girl. He was a MAN. A damn flippen' Man with a Man's STUFF.
By the time that Wolfram reached the balcony he was huffing and puffing with angst and his body was pumped with adrenaline. He was all worked up, but he forced himself to calm down so he could properly access the situation. This was serious stuff that he was doing. It required the utmost concentration on his part so he could remain undetected. He had to use the stealth of a ninja, the cunning of a fox, the beauty of a moxaku the--
"Yuuri?"...Wolfram was so caught up that he accidently forgot that he wasn't allowed to speak. Yuuri whirled around, but Wolfram was still hidden behind the pillar by the door. He caught his breath; he didn't want to expose himself and he nearly had. He watched Yuuri, peeking out carefully from behind the pillar. That was close he thought, but Yuuri had looked like a forlorn king standing there illuminated by the midnight moon, just asking to be comforted…and licked…odd. (author: wtf?). And wolfram just had to speak out. See what Yuuri reduced the great Wolfram von beliefield too? Yuuri was truly a weapon. Yuuri was masterful.
Wolfram was paying close attention now. Yuuri was facing away from him and Wolfram kept watching and watching…his foot was becoming numb, yet he kept watching. He was determined!
Finally, Yuuri turned around and gave Wolfram a surprise. There was something on his face and Wolfram's eyes were glued to it. What was that on his face? Was that, meat? No wait poop? No, no ...Yuuri would never eat poop! He wouldn't.
Oh, then, was it…..blood?
Wolfram took in a breath. This couldn't be happening. Yuuri couldn't be a creature of the night. He just couldn't be one of those.
He couldn't be …a mermaid?
Wait, but if Yuuri was a mermaid, then he would probably be sneaking off to be in some water (and he hated swimming in bi-gender pools- and if he was a mermaid then how would Wolfram swim with him (and other stuff), Wolfram being the one who hated water?)...no, perhaps then he was….. He was a werewolf, wait werewolves were hairy and Wolfram had seem enough of Yuuri's tanned, muscled naked upper body to rule that hypothesis so the last one was that Yuuri must be a … vampire??
That seemed like a more plausible idea. Yuuri did have a certain grace that seemed unnatural and that deviant lure that couldn't possibly be just human. Hmm, now that he thought about it, it did see m like Yuuri had been distracted these past few days, maybe it had been blood lust? Maybe he was looking for his next victim? Was it going to be…Wolfram?
Once again, Wolfram's face heated up. He was imagining things again and after living with a mother like his, he had never lacked in a proper education of what went on beneath the sheets. *ahem* Wolfram dragged his mind out of the gutter. That was enough spying for today, tomorrow would be a new day and he would continue his little spying mission. Perhaps he would even get to face Yuuri with his little hypothesis.
-x-x
The next day started like any other except Wolfram's mind was buzzing, yesterday he had discovered something; a deep dark secret that Yuuri had kept undisclosed from his loving fiancé but of course, fate was fair and Wolfram had found out.
Wolfram rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He didn't want it to be obvious to Yuuri that he knew his little 'secret', but he wanted Yuuri to tell him himself. Sooooo…he wanted to put Yuuri into a situation where he would be forced to spill the beans. And then, Wolfram would gloat.
Oh yes darling, he would gloat.
"Yuuri?" Wolfram called out as he sat up in the bed he shared with Yuuri. His fiancé's bed thank you very much. They were in fact as good as married for everyone knew of their engagement. Now, if only Yuuri realized they were a married couple and opened up…and got past the normal fact they were both male (Wolfram was easy on the eyes so was it sooo hard to except him?)… Didn't Yuuri realize that males had kids here to? Was he worried he would leave no heir?
Wolfram shook his head in defeat. He as a wimp after all. Wolfram shouldn't expect too much from him.
"Wolf?" A groggy Yuuri woke up to the sound of Wolfram calling him. "Whatcha want?" Yuuri felt damn tired. Last night he had been up too long. He really needed to stop sneaking out for his little guilty pleasure. If he kept this up, Gunter was going to catch him unaware one of these days and when he glomped him, Yuuri would be unable to fight back. A shiver ran down his spine. He didn't ever want to see the lustful violet eyes of Gunter again. Just looking at him from afar was enough.
Yuuri blinked one more time and realized what Wolfram was doing.
"Wolf?"…he tilted his head. "um-what are you doing?"
Wolfram at this point was twisting his head this way and that, making sure to extenuate the porcelain beauty of his white neck.
"Ah Yuuri, it's my neck." He let out what he thought to be a slight moan, this was acting he knew, but it was slightly weird how it came so easy to him, "I think a bug bit it." Wolfram proceeded to run his delicate finger over his neck while making sure his golden, sweet smelling hair cascaded around his shoulder (still exposing his neck) in a sexy manner. His keen eyes were glued to Yuuri though, waiting for the tell-tale reaction. Anytime now, Yuuri would pounce on him. Like a smexy beast. Rawwr. He just had to wait it out. Patience was a virtue after all.
"What Wolfram? A bug?"…he rushed over to Wolfram. Pinning his back up against the bed rest. "Where? Let me see it." Wolfram just gazed lustfully at Yuuri who was practically on top of him, shirtless and looking oh so deliciously concerned. Why did he have to be so noble, baka. Didn't he realize that Wolfram would be with him for life? Through the ups and downs. Sure Wolfram had thought him a pitiful wimpy human wanna-be king, but Yuuri had grudgingly earned his respect and now…..probably his love too. And of course, Yuuri was ignorant of all this.
Yuuri's breath was hot on his neck as he leaned close to examine the neck under question. Wolfram was sure Yuuri was just about to bite him and that his plan had worked until, Yuuri pulled away that is.
Damn.
So close.
"I think you might have had an allergic reaction to something Wolfram." Yuuri's black orbs gazed into Wolfram's azure eyes. "I'll ask Gizela to make you something."
"A- No Yuuri. It's ok." Yuuri looked skeptical, raven hair shining in the perfect morning light. Wolfram's heart skipped a beat. "Really...I'm fine."
Yuuri sighed. "If you say so, I still think you should get it checked it out though."
"No, it's fine." Wolfram hung his head. His plan had not worked. Why? Was it because he was not pretty enough? Would Yuuri ever consider him as a potential love interest?
Suddenly his eyes burned anew and he raised his head. No, he would not give up. Never, he was a soldier after all. Tonight was a new night and he would follow Yuuri once again and this time he would confront him red handed. The chase was over and it was time to go for the kill.
Yuuri watched Wolfram's silent rant in admiration. The blonde just had so much energy. Wolfram would probably never know, but Yuuri did like Wolfram. He had thought him a spoiled foreign brat, but certain events had showed to him that Wolfram was much more, with much more depth and substance and a loving soul then people gave him credit for. Yuuri shook his head. Lately, he had even had this abnormal urge to hug Wolfram. To touch is hair and feel its silkiness slide though his fingers. To see his godly smile as he looked--- Ya, Yuuri thought, this was definitely weird. He should stop while it was all still PG rated.
The rest of the day passed without any major events happening. Gunter once again tried to practically rape Yuuri while saying he was only 'showing his innocent and pure love to Hekai'. Gwendel had locked himself in his room after Annisina insisted he try out her new I-am-not-a-man-but-actually-a-girl-kun. The last that was seen of him was him carrying a large bundle of yarn, some knitting sticks and a box full of felt, pins and sewing needles. No one bothered him after that. Conrad and Yuuri played ball and everything went as it normally did. Yet, Yuuri seemed slightly agitated the entire day. Only Wolfram realized this because he was watching Yuuri intently the entire day. Wolfram had made himself Yuuri's shadow. A blonde, beautiful, very in-you-face shadow.
And soon, the shadowing on Wolfram's part would be over because as they say:
"Night has fast approacheth"
--x--
---to be continued.
