Authors note: I don't own this series, too bad.
Ok, these characters might be a little out of character but eh. Its my fic so I will write as I damn well please! smiles Oh yes, I've never actually read a yuuri x wolfram fan fiction so if my version is a little overdone, whoops.
Hope you like it.
Taking Control
Yuuri awoke from his drug induced haze to the feel of satin sheets and stuffed pillows. Blinking back the sleep and overall feeling of confusion, the young King fought hard to recall his last fleeting moments of clarity before his mind was overcome with impenetrable blackness.
No, not completely impenetrable. Fleeting emotions, vague at best in their integrity, of surprise, uncertainty and even mild fear flittered across his subconscious.
They flaunted their wares within reach of his grasping before falling away completely and try as he might the only concrete image the novice King could recall with some amount of certainty was of a pair of glinting emerald eyes.
Just then another fleeting wisp of memory teased Yuuri's memories before flittering away again into the recesses of his mind. There was something strange tugging at his arms, something that whenever yanked made a strange clinking sound.
Suddenly the feeling of cold, hard metal filtered down from the King's wrists. Lifting his head in a slow manner Yuuri dumbly noticed that his hands were bound at the wrist in crude metal cuffs. Dried blood caked his palms and ran in cracked paths down his arms. Incense burned pungently in the air and belatedly Yuuri wondered why it was that he felt no pang of discomfort in his shoulders or bloodied hands.
"Finally, you're awake," spoke an impatient voice from somewhere in the shadows. A twinge of unease gripped the King as he surveyed the dark room with its long shadows.
The voice spoke something again, the words lost to Yuuri as tired desperately to place the voice. Slowly the words took distant root in his mind, as if through a tunnel. The image of a diminutive figure with golden hair fazed into his mind, merging with the voice…Wolfram?
A chair scrapped against the floor, startling Yuuri from his contemplations. The noise quickly settled itself beside him and all was quiet again.
As quick as he dared in his dazed state, Yuuri turned his dilated eyes across the bed.
Colors and patterns of familiar clothing blurred into focus. Yuuri blinked as his eyes adjusted to the gloom. As the royal blue garb and dusky yellow hair took shape from out of the shadows, the dazed King felt a rush of relief.
Tentatively Yuuri tried to form a coherent sentence when a frown suddenly tugged at his lips. There was still some vital memory drifting across his subconscious that he couldn't quite pin down, some vital piece of information that was making Yuuri decidedly on edge.
"Wolfram…" tried Yuuri in a quiet voice, "what's going on?"
The blonde prince reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vile filled with a clear liquid. Uncapping the cork Wolfram leaned towards Yuuri, who tensed at the unexpected movement. With a firm hand Wolfram clamped a hand over his soon to be lover's mouth and positioned the bottle just underneath his nose.
Yuuri startled at the feeling of bare skin on his face and instinctively tried to pull away. His eyes, unable to focus, widened feverishly as his gaze slid from Wolfram to the bottle. Vainly Yuuri tried to turn his head as he held his breath.
Furrowing his brows in concentration Wolfram clicked his tongue as he secured a better hold over Yuuri's struggling mouth. Chains rattled in protest at the King's struggling and belatedly Yuuri felt his lungs start to burn.
Wolfram sighed impatiently at his King's resistance, "How long can you hold your breath Yuuri?"
As the last word left his mouth Yuuri's nostrils flared, the need for oxygen forcing the young man to open his airways.
"Yes," cooed Wolfram in encouraging tones, "that's a good boy."
When he felt that Yuuri had inhaled enough of the substance, Wolfram quickly capped the bottle and stuffed into his pocket. "Now was that so hard?"
Yuuri only looked at this stranger before him and then quickly shut his eyes. Wolfram didn't act like this. Surely he had eaten some bad fish earlier and this was all a fever induced hallucination.
Yes. That was it. Surely there had been some fish in that soup Gunter had prepared especially for him earlier this morning. Yes. The soup had been very tasty and Gunter had served it with such care and oh how he really wished his arm was free so that he could relieve himself of the burning ache between his legs.
Yuuri's eyes bulged open as a soft moan was ripped from his throat.
Something was very wrong, of that Yuuri was certain. His whole body was on fire. Everywhere his sense seemed to intensify with a nameless ache. Indefinable feelings pulsated into his loins, causing his hands to quake in their need to touch his now rigid cock.
Wolfram watched his captive with hooded eyes and a small, secretive smile. Slowly the blond Prince unhooked the buttons on Yurri's pants. Fluidly he tugged the material down his legs until finally they lay crumpled on the floor.
With shaking, excited fingers Wolfram encircled Yuuri's pulsating cock with his warm fist. Instinctively the dazed King thrust his hips, eager for more, his body begging for more.
A zip of excitement shot its way to Wolframs loins and subtly the blond prince shifted in his position to allow his growing arousal room to expand. Slowly Wolfram pumped his King, his anticipation and arousal growing with every moan and thrust delivered by Yuuri.
Soon Wolfram was forced to unclasp his pants as his gaze drank up the scene Yuuri's weeping tip spilling pearls of white down his blushing shaft. With deliberate slowness, he lowered his head to the tip of Yuuri's cock. Opening his mouth wide, the blond Prince allowed his tongue to trace along the slit of Yuuri's leaking head, drinking up the drops that his inquisitive tongue found there.
The young King stiffened at first and then pulled desperately at his chains. Wolfram's moist heat was pure bliss on his screaming senses, somehow managing to inflame and state his raging arousal in one blurring, jumbled moment.
Wolfram, unsatisfied with such a small taste, lowered his mouth around the twitching flesh, taking in as much cock as he could fit into his greedy mouth. The blond Prince then enjoyed a thorough exploration of his King, much to Yuuri's complete delight and utter frustration.
"You're torturing me!" cried Yuuri as Wolfram's talented tongue raised havoc on his senses.
Wolfram ignored his King and began to suck lightly on the head as he wriggled his tongue along the pulsing vein that ran the length of Yuuri's cock. Wolfram made sure to drink from the leaking head before pulling his mouth away from Yuuri altogether.
"Don't stop!" pleaded the King, his aching body only wanting release.
The blond prince smirked at Yuuri's flushed appearance, slightly reminding himself that the inexperienced King would not last much longer. Wolfram smothered his slight disappointment with promises that there would defiantly be more fucking to come.
Looking down to his own stiff cock, Wolfram then pointedly reminded himself that he wouldn't last much longer either. Not if Yuuri continued to make that beautifully innocent, erotic face. His moans were practically spine chilling.
Wolfram shrugged out of his pants and blouse, his face shadowed as the soft tinkling of chains sounded from the bed. As his gaze shifted over the bed a lusty smirk formed on his lips. Yuuri's face was absolutely delightful, his senses completely taken over by the drug.
His cock twitched at the sight of Yuuri's stiff erection, its thick girth standing at a complete 90 degree angle. With a husky voice, Wolfram called out Yuuri's name.
With complete innocence and confusion Yuuri turned his gaze away from Wolfram, clenching his eyes shut as Wolfram ran his hand along his sensitive skin.
Leaning over the bed Wolfram lowered his mouth to suck playfully at Yuuri's bottom lip. Using his tongue the blond imp parted Yuuri's teeth with a firm command and delved possessively inside.
Chains shifted and clanked nosily together through the quiet room. Yuuri mewed into the kiss and yanked desperately at his bonds. The intense feelings swirling around his senses exploded as Wolfram's satin soft tongue collided fiercely with his own. His rock hard erection pulsed and quivered.
All too quickly for his liking Wolfram broke the kiss. Through clouded eyes, Yuuri watched as Wolfram slowly climbed onto the bed and crept on all fours towards him.
Skillfully Wolfram settled himself between his King's spread thighs, sliding erotically up and down the length of Yuuri's body, setting it on fire.
Yuuri puckered his face cutely and thrust his chest forward; trying desperately to feel more of Wolframs bared skin.
"For being such a clueless idiot you sure are a slut," snickered Wolfram.
The blond prince then fisted Yuuri's throbbing erection and fondled it lovingly, reveling in the way the flesh hardened and quivered as he skimmed his thumb over the head.
Overwhelmed Yuuri could only close his eyes and let the feeling of Wolframs unclothed body wash over him. If Wolfram stopped now he would surely die.
"Please…" panted Yuuri.
Wolfram gave him such a self satisfying smirk that Yuuri, already flushed, blushed a deeper red.
With deliberate slowness, Wolfram straddled Yuuri's thighs, playfully thrusting his cock so that it bumped against his bound lover's erection. Bending his head down to Yuuri's ear, Wolfram nibbled on Yuuri's lobe, sliding his tongue along the shell before thrusting it teasingly inside.
Much to Wolframs surprise yet complete delight, Yuuri turned his head so that both boys' lips met in a collision of electricity and sparks. Wolfram, after his initial shock, soon dominated the kiss, taking care to show Yuuri though action just how much the intimate act meant.
Wolfram soon broke the kiss, both still heaving from the shock of their emotions, and leaned his forehead against Yuuri's.
The King then looked, wide eyed and innocent, into Wolframs emerald orbs. When their gazes met time slowed and Yuuri's heart raced. He could see everything in Wolframs eyes, the love, the lust, the jealousy, the yearning. Unable to completely understand, Yuuri was at a loss when all too quickly the look was gone, replaced by overwhelming lust and desire.
With one last flick of his tongue over Yuuri's bruise kissed lips Wolfram straightened, his eyes locking on the King's. The prince then grinned in a coy manner and with aching slowness, lowered himself onto Yuuri's slick cock.
"Wolf…" Yuuri's cry was silenced by Wolfram as he impaled himself on the young Kings rigid erection, crying out in a mix of intense pain and pleasure. Yuuri saw stars as he closed his eyes, silently basking in Wolframs overwhelming tightness.
The world swam and Wolfram swayed. His senses shaken, the overcome prince latched himself against Yuuri. He wanted more contact from his lover than the chains allowed for and so with shaky fingers Wolfram grabbed at the nightstand for a small silver key.
"Yuuri," murmured Wolfram in the Kings ear as he quickly undid the locks.
His next sentence was lost as Wolfram stared into the eyes of Yuuri's true Demon King self. The intense aura from the man in front of him pulsed and licked at Wolframs excited skin, causing the prince a few moments of unease. How would the Demon King react once his surroundings fell into place?
Wolfram felt his stomach clinch as the Demon King smirked into his confused face. With the ease and strength of a god, the Demon King pushed Wolfram's back to the bed.
"I hope you're ready for what you've just unleashed my pretty little prince." Wolfram's desire soared as he wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, fisting his hands in the long, silky black hair he found there. The Demon King smirked with a feral glint in his eye and lowered his hands on either side of Wolfram's head.
Ebony clashed with emerald as their gazes locked. The Demon King smirked then, knowing he had Wolframs scattered, but nonetheless complete attention, and thrust into the blonds willing embrace, sheathing himself to the balls.
"I seem to recall someone calling me a slut," teased the Demon King with his dark humor. Wolfram let out a strangled gasp of pleasure as the King slammed into him.
The Demon King watched Wolframs face contort with pleasure. Leaning forward to impart a chaste kiss the dark King whispered huskily into Wolframs ear, "such a slutty little prince."
The Prince bucked his hips forward to meet with the brutal thrusts of the Demon King. He clamped his mouth down onto his dark lover's shoulder in an attempt to mute his growing pleasure, drawing blood as the Demon King plunged his thick cock into his virgin passage with perfect delivery.
Unexpectedly, the Demon King pulled out completely, rolling Wolfram onto his stomach.
"Who, my pretty little prince, is the bigger slut now?" The Demon Kings erotic taunt imbedded itself around the haze that was Wolframs mind and he shuddered.
However, before the blonde prince could find his words of protest, the Demon King thrust his swollen cock past Wolframs protesting sphincter, sheathing himself to the hilt. A loud cry erupted from Wolfram as the King's large erection slammed against his prostate with tenacious fever. Instantly he saw stars.
Fisting his fingers into the comfortable fabric of the bed sheets, Wolfram shoved his face into the makeshift pillows to keep his moans from penetrating through the door of their shared room.
"I want you to come for me, my little prince," panted the Demon King as he reached around Wolfram to stroke his ready cock. As he kneaded the quivering flesh, the Demon King thrust powerfully into the blond Prince.
"I can't…I'm…!" cried Wolfram in ecstasy. Before he could explain further, Wolfram felt the sweet release of his orgasm rock his body. With a broken moan the prince tightened his grip on the sheets as his semen shot out, covering his chest and the Demon King's hand in his sticky fluid.
Wolframs climax signaled the Kings release. As Wolfram's embraced quivered with the convulsions of his orgasm, the Demon King allowed a quiet, battered moan to escape through clenched teeth. His body shook and lights flashed before his eyes as he emptied himself into Wolframs convulsing portal.
Wolfram, after catching his breath whispered in a shaky but teasing voice, "I guess…"
Before he could finish his sentence the Demon King whipped Wolfram onto his back and slammed his mouth onto Wolframs in a searing kiss that curled Wolframs toes.
As they pulled apart Wolframs felt a zip of excitement shoot down his spine as the Demon King shot him a particularly superior smirk.
The look was gone just as quickly however as a flash of golden light signaled the return of Yuuri.
Wolfram managed to plaster on a somewhat innocent smile as Yuuri, no longer the Demon King and confused as ever, looked into his emerald eyes.
My, Wolfram had a lot of explaining to do.
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Outside Wolfram and Yuuri's door Gunter panted as he kneeled against the door, slowly stroking his rigid erection as he peered through the adjacent door. His question all but forgotten, Gunter forced his hand out of his trousers.
With one destination in mind, Gunter prayed that Gwendal wouldn't be too grumpy from his soon to be interrupted slumber to help relieve him of a certain ache.
End
Jarly-chan: I'm almost finished with the sequel to this with my favorite pairing Gwendal x Gunter…to tell you the truth I never thought I would write a Yuuri x Wolfram pairing. I guess its all thanks to akiru chan!