DISCLAIMER: If I owned Kyo Kara Maoh, trust me, it would be full of HARD yaoi :D
Yuuri's POV
The beautiful, wavy, blonde locks cascading down to shoulder blades... The gorgeous emerald irises which compare to a labrinth- one gets easilly lost in them with no chance of escape... The soft, rose petal pink lips excruciatingly difficult to resist... The pale, silky smooth skin you never want to stop touching...
These irresistable characteristics of my accidental fiance are driving me insane.
I've been having a lot of fantasies, lately... Both in my dreams, at night, and my day dreams, I fail to stop fantasizing about having my brilliant way with the blond. They taunt me to the point where I fear I cannot even look Wolfram in the eyes without losing every ounce of self-control in me...
Wolfram...
One random summer day, the multiple shades of purples, oranges, reds, yellows, blues... just about every colour paints the sky beautifully. However, what I find even more breathtaking is the one training his soldiers, dodging their every blow.
I admire the young man, observing his appearance thoroughly. What's left of the sun shines on the bishonnen, causing his emerald eyes to sparkle brilliantly. Though he has been training roughly, the majority of the day, he still manages to maintain perfect stance, barely breaking a sweat.
His dry lips part slightly, his tongue running over the tempatations of mine to wet them; the sun shimmers on the newly damped lips...
Those lips are so taunting...
I cross my legs in attempting to both hide my downward problem. I also try to pull my stare from the stunning blond, failling miserably... It's inconcievable rip my gaze from such luxury...
The dazzling green eyes turn to me as the bearer of them dismisses the soldiers' seeming eternal training session. I almost expect myself to jump in surprise at the suddenly eye contact, but I stay in my dazed state, still examining the beautiful boy.
Our eyes remain locked while he paces towards me. It takes an incredible effort to resist sprinting up to him and jumping him...
I keep my eyes fixed on the electric green ones as they finally approach within a yard of me. As he draws closer to me, I step backwards- my self control lacks my trust.
"Hey, wimp-" my desiteratum begins, the breeze flowing gracfully through his already elegant blond hair.
His voice... I want to make it scream my name in pleasure...
I inhale deeply, aiming to calm my fluttering heart and raging hormones. Gathering up just about every ounce of courage in my body, I try prevent the tragedy of me making a complete and utter mess of him without his consent by intrupting my beloved's intoxication voice, "Wolfram..."
The bishonen freezes, surprised. He's so adorable when he's confused...
I continue despite my minor self doubts, "Meet me, later this evening, at the garden by the shed. No exeptions."
I smirk, strolling away almost confidentally to leave him in his state of shock.
Here I stand, leaning against the wall of a rather diminutive shed, gazing up at the cresent moon in the clear, starry night sky. A Beautiful Wolfram is clasped between my fingers in the tight grip of my right hand, turning in time with my nervouse fiddling of my thumb. He's still not here...
Reviews are highly encouraged!
II
II
II
\ /
\/