Just For Tonight
by Green1
disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor do I know how to write. xD
Wolfram threw his head back and giggled. The wine made the world spin and tilt and he LOVED it! He swayed on the marble retaining wall as he stared at the stars. Was it him or were they truly moving? The thought made him smile. So beautiful, he thought, so beautiful and wonderful. Cool night wind rustled the trees about him, scattering small yellow leaves like snow.
"Careful," said an amused voice, strong arms tightening around his waist. "You'll fall down."
Wolfram looked down into gray eyes filled with something. Wine perhaps? He couldn't read the expression from here. Wolfram sat a foot higher and liked the difference. He smiled at his King and wrapped his legs around him. He leaned over to whisper in the Kings ear. He missed his mark, pressing their cheeks together, and he giggled at that too. "I've got you now," he whispered, conspiratorially.
Yuuri rubbed his cheek against Wolfram's and he turned his head slightly. "Yes, you do," he agreed and kissed him.
Wolfram's heart leapt at the soft, unsure pressure of Yuuri's lips against his own. Yuuri, his King. Yuuri, who would marry the beautiful Lady Jolene in one months time. His hands already questing the smooth skin of his back. He sighed against Wolframs lips then, cupping his face, kissed him hard, demanding a response.
"Yuuri," he moaned and pressed himself against the Kings body. It was impossible not to feel the hard length against him. He decided this couldn't be the King. It had to be an illusion based on the wine, a dream. He must've drank too much and he wondered just how much and --
Yuuri's teeth nipped at his ear, annoyed. Wolfram pulled away from him, balancing by placing a hand on Yuuri's shoulder. He brought the other to trace the lines in Yuuri's face; the deep frowning wrinkle in his forehead, down to smooth the brows and crows feet, and finally to trace Yuuri's lips. Yuuri bit his finger, electing another laugh from Wolfram.
Yuuri's arms tightened about his waist and with no warning, he slid him off the pillar and over several steps to a secluded stretch of grass. A pair of party goers walked on the other side of the hedge, with only a bit of their heads showing. They lay in the shadow of the hedge though, with little chance of being seen. Still, Wolfram covered his mouth until he saw the backs of them disappear.
"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to be sober but failing as Yuuri kissed his neck, nibbled on his ear. Maybe he was drunk on kisses? He shifted, tilted his head to give Yuuri better access.
"I heard you're marrying Lord Gawain von Wincott," he said into the blond hair framing Wolfram's face.
Wolfram stilled for a breath, two breaths. "No."
"He purposed," Yuuri said, hands undoing the strings on Wolfram's shirt. "It's a good match. Isn't he the second in line?"
Wolfram shrugged in such a way that he pressed his body against Yuuri's. He wove his hands into the black strands of hair as the King kissed his belly. "I don't love him, Yuuri."
A tension eased from Yuuri's shoulders. He seemed to melt against Wolfram then, his body at ease, his fingers loving as they caressed. "Be mine," Yuuri said. "Just for tonight."
Wolfram's smile was sad indeed and not at all drunk. "Just for tonight," he murmured in response. And knew his heart would break.