Yuuri slid into the bath, cooing as the hot water instantly brought a pleasant relaxing sensation to his tired muscles. He had started the day early, with a hope from Gunter and a demand from Gwendal to catch up on the studies and paperwork he'd neglected in his absences. He and Murata still continued to travel between the two worlds, trying to maintain a good balance between High school and his duties as Shin Makoku's king. He had spent the morning studying with Gunter.
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"That was a nightmare!" Yuuri thought as he reflected on his tiring day. "Gunter loaded me with so much History I can't keep straight what war was fought with who!" He had had lunch with his daughter, Greta, which had been wonderful, but then he was brought right back to work, signing papers and documents for the most urgent of the countries issues(it still amounted to an entire desk covered in stacks of paper even with just a minimum amount) before taking a break for his sword practice with Conrad, Wolfram yelling at him at every chance he could to shape up, throwing around the usual "wimp" as often as he saw fit. After that was over, much to his own disdain as Yuuri really liked his lessons with Conrad; they were a really good way to take a break from mundane paper work and blow off some steam, he was taken back to his office and given twice as much work as before. He worked through to the evening, only breaking for dinner. It had become late and he had exhausted himself.
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Dragging himself out of his reflection, not really wanting to dwell much on his day, he reached for a purple bottle of soap on the ledge and began to wash himself. It felt good to massage his scalp with the nice smelling soap, it made him relax even more. He rinsed himself and stepped out of the bath, drying himself off, dressing happily into his comfortable pajamas. The bath had made Yuuri feel relaxed and invigorated, though certainly still ready for bed! He walked down the halls to his room, opening the door quietly, as it was quite late and he figured Wolfram would be asleep by now(probably stretched out over the bed, with all of the blankets wrapped around him.) and he wanted to be courteous even though he was sure the blonde could sleep through anything. He was surprised when he saw(a very sleepy) Wolfram sitting on the bed with his pink nightgown hanging slightly off of one shoulder, rubbing his eyes and looking over at Yuuri with a soft, tired look. 'he actually looks kind of...cute...right now. Agh! What am I saying? He'd burn me alive if he heard me..' He thought to himself, before the thought disintegrated into nothing as Wolfram's expression quickly changed to an irritated scowl and (what seems to be) a pout.
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"It's late wimp! What took your bath so long?" The blonde growled. Yuuri sighed and walked towards the bed. "I was just relaxing! What were you waiting up for me for anyway?" He asked. "Did you need to talk to me about something?" He continued to ask, innocently. Wolfram huffed and sat up a little more. He rolled his eyes and formed his face into a haughty smirk. "I figured since you're such a wimp, I'd wait up in case you were scared by something!" He stated, matter-of-factly. Yuuri's cheeks flushed a little, as he denied the statement. "I'm not a wimp, stop calling me that Wolfram!" He chirped back. Wolfram smirked and turned his head away. Yuuri sighed as he got to the bed, and lifted up the blanket. Wolfram turned to him, with a slight color across his cheeks as a sweet scent made it's way to his nose. He looked at his fiancé, the flush of color slowly growing into a blush as he watched the figure of the other boy move in the dark. He sat still for a moment before laying down himself, nuzzling his head against the pillow, making it comfortable. He closed his eyes and breathed in again, this time smelling the sweet scent more vividly. He made a move to scoot closer to Yuuri, now mere inches from him. He could feel his cheeks tingling a little bit as his flushed cheeks became warmer. He sat in silence for a moment before he slid his hand down the bed sheets, feeling bolder than usual. Bolder than insulting his king, showing much disrespect. Bolder than sleeping in his bed, or washing Yuuri's back. He felt bold enough to reach down and brush his hand over Yuuri's, causing him to jump and sit up and retract his hand. "What's wrong, Yuuri?" He asked casually, sitting up slightly. Yuuri looked over at him before looking back. "I just felt something on my hand is all…"He said, smiling sheepishly and laying back down. "Wimp..."Wolfram muttered, reaching his hand over again. "This...?" he asked, brushing his fingers over Yuuri's hand again, this time finishing by intertwining their hands together. Yuuri, sat up a little bit in surprise. "W-what are you doing Wolfram?" He asked, his voice shocked as he moved away slightly. Wolfram rolled his eyes at such an obvious question. "I'm holding your hand, what else? Wimp..."He finished, propping himself up on his own elbow, moving the slightest bit closer. Yuuri stiffened, his face awkward as he stuttered for words. "W-why?" He managed to get out, not able to pull his hand out of the grasp of Wolfram's hand with out tugging harshly, and falling off of the bed. Wolfram rolled his eyes and moved closer to him, feeling bolder and bolder, his emotions flaring up faster than usual. "Why not? I'm your fiancé, aren't I?" He spoke out, his tone bossy and reminding. Yuuri was wide awake now, and squirming uncomfortably as the blonde boy got closer to him.
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It's not as if he didn't want him near him, or even had a problem with him touching him. He was just really close. 'Really, really close..' He thought as Wolfram's face faced his own. "What's up with you Wolfram? You're acting weirder than usual about this!" He stated. "Shut up, Wimp!" Wolfram said as he glared at him. He leaned forward, his lips softly twitching as he stared at Yuuri, who was almost visible now with how close they were, even though it was almost pitch dark in their bed, the moonlight not quite reaching them. He could feel himself wanting to touch every part of the other occupant of the bed, to kiss him. He wanted to kiss him more than he'd ever wanted to before. 'It's not as if I've spent a significant amount of time thinking about it, but it's not as if I've never thought of it...' He thought. He had felt these kinds of feelings before for Yuuri, when they were in bed, or in close proximity, but they had never consumed his thoughts as much as they did now. When he moved closer, it wasn't as if he couldn't control his actions, he very well could have, but he didn't want to. The thought of moving back, and not expressing these feelings made his heart burn like he'd set it on fire. He could feel these feelings multiplying fiercely. He felt as if not releasing these feelings would cause him to explode.
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He had never been one to have very good control over his emotions, but tonight was different. He released Yuuri's hand from his own, only to slide it to the collar of his blue pajama shirt and grip it tightly. They were close enough now that if Wolfram whispered something, Yuuri would hear it. "Give me a chance Yuuri..."He demanded, his voice a whisper, but still holding a sense of dignity as a man. Yuuri couldn't believe what was going on. Wolfram was acting ten times weirder than usual, and getting incredibly close to him. He gulped, and attempted to turn his head to the side to avoid Wolfram's gaze.
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"A chance? You haven't d-done anything Wolfram!" He said, sheepishly, his voice getting somewhat weaker. Wolfram's brow furrowed and he sat up on his knees and he slid his hand up Yuuri's neck, to lace in his coal black hair. "As your fiancé Wimp!" He hissed. "It's because we're both men, that you haven't..."He continued. "I have tried to explain to you that it's nothing wrong, yet you still push me away!" He moved his left knee to straddle Yuuri's right leg. Yuuri's face was red in embarrassment, and the thought of someone coming in while they were in such a compromising situation. "G-get off Wolfram!" He said, his eyes flitting to the direction of the door. Wolfram leaned down slightly to look him straight in the eye. "Not until you give me a chance!" He stated. "Forget for one second that we're men, and kiss me!" He demanded, his face flushed with embarrassment of saying such things, but Yuuri wouldn't get it any other way. He was thick as the stone walls of the castle they were in. Yuuri's eyes widened and he stammered, trying to back away, only to press against the headboard. "We've already kissed, once. One more time won't kill you!" Wolfram said, his voice raising, his emerald eyes betraying anger and a small sliver of hurt. He couldn't take it anymore, these feelings were going to kill him. Despite his bad temper, he wasn't an overtly emotional man, and rarely gave in to such things as romantic whims. However, right now he felt as if he needed it. 'I love you, wimp..' With that final thought he pressed his lips to the young king's, the grip on his collar tightening as he pulled him slightly forward.
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Yuuri couldn't believe what was happening. He was sure it was a dream. Wolfram never acted like this! He was very forward about things, yes. He had even talked about things concerning their "relationship" as if he wanted to further it, but he never acted this...Passionate...Yuuri was knocked out of his thoughts as Wolfram pressed closer, causing Yuuri to slip slightly. He reached up and put a hand on Wolfram to steady himself. He heard Wolfram make a soft noise from his throat, making him realized he'd put his hand right on the man's hips. 'This is bad! This is so wrong! Why am I still letting him kiss me? My hand won't move! Shit! Shit!' His thoughts raced a mile a minute as he closed his eyes to think. He had thought about what Wolfram had said before. 'Give me a chance, Yuuri...' He replayed the words in his mind a few times over, only to soften his stiff position slowly as he thought. 'maybe if I just...go with it...Wait! I've never even kissed anyone..Except...But my first kiss can't be with a guy!' He thought, frantically battled in his mind as Wolfram tugged on his collar, his grip getting tighter. Almost desperately. Yuuri couldn't make up his mind, it was such a weird subject for him. He was absolutely not gay! He trembled as he felt himself press himself into the kiss, slowly and tentively. It had been almost thirty seconds since Wolfram had started kissing him, and he clutched his collar, about to pull away. He stopped as he felt Yuuri move slowly against him. He couldn't believe it. Yuuri was(at least thinking about) kissing him. He felt the hand on his hip grip the fabric of his nightgown. Yuuri seemed almost scared as he moved his lips against Wolfram's.
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Wolfram felt as if he was going to explode. Not in the way he had felt like before, but in a good way. He felt...Happy. He hadn't understood why he had felt so strongly tonight. Yuuri was stunned. He didn't feel disgusted, as he should have. He didn't pull away. He didn't feel an overwhelming passion like he thought people were supposed to when they kissed like this, but he didn't move away. In fact, he did the opposite. He moved closer, pressing his lips a little firmer, stronger than the timid brush he'd given at first. He felt a tingling in the pit of his stomach. It was kind of an uneasy feeling, like when he was waiting for the grade on an important final test, or the way he felt the day of his high school entrance exam. He felt nervous. His cheeks were tingling, and warm. The room's temperature must have risen because of how close they were.
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He felt himself become more confident, and less uncomfortable with contact he had with the blonde soldier. His hand relaxed slowly, and moved up a little. He could not deny that Wolfram had a nice body, as weird as it was for him to think about another man's body in such a way, and he knew he was very toned thanks to his training. His face was nice too. It was, dare he say, "cute" sometimes. He had a lot of facial features similar to his mothers, which in turn had made him look more feminine than he would have. Regardless of that, Yuuri still saw him as a strong figure. Not strong like Gwendal, who was intimidating in his strength, but he was still a great warrior and Yuuri admired him for that. He tuned back into the situation at hand when he felt Wolfram's tongue slide against his lips before making entrance into his relaxed mouth. He shivered as he felt a deep warmth crawl up his spine. He stiffened, the grip on Wolfram's hip tightening, causing the blonde to groan softly. Wolfram slowly touched his tongue to Yuuri's, sliding the tip along the soft pink muscle.
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Yuuri shivered as he felt the new sensation. He gingerly moved his tongue against Wolfram's, causing the blonde to press his lips closer, becoming slightly more aggressive with the kiss. Yuuri made a small noise from his throat as he felt the change of pace from the soldier. He moved softly, still unsure of the entire situation, winding his tongue with Wolfram's and pressing gently into the kiss. Wolfram untwined their fingers and made to move them to the hem of Yuuri's pajama top. He slid his hand up slowly on Yuuri's stomach, shivering as his arousal became obvious. Yuuri sighed quietly in embarrassed arousal as Wolfram's hands now reached his chest, sliding his fingertips from his chest down to his waistline, hesitating. Yuuri felt his face heat up even more as his arousal was now painfully obvious to himself.
Wolfram pulled away from the lip-lock to kiss along the young King's jaw line, causing Yuuri to let out a soft moan. He drew in a soft breath before sliding his hand down to fondle the growing bulge, moaning slightly from the feel. Yuuri's eyes widened and his face flushed and his blush reached his chest. Without hesitation, he pushed the blonde off of him and stumbled into a standing position. He turned and ran from the room, not giving himself a chance to look at Wolfram , who was sitting up on the bed with a mix of emotions on his face. Yuuri continued to run out of the door and into the hallway, panting slightly and still flushed from his encounter with Wolfram. He ran down the hallway into a separate wing, and turned into the door that led to his office. He closed the door and stumbled over to his desk. He pushed aside some papers and leaned his head forward into his hands. 'I know I said I'd give him a chance…But…I enjoyed that too much…Well…it freaked me out…I don't know what the hell is going on with me…' He thought frantically, his train of thought racing like a bullet train. He glanced at the door, before sighing 'I can't face him now…' He thought, his exhaustion from earlier taking over as he drifted into sleep.