Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KYOU KARA MAOU! Not my property, no profit made.
WARNING: some lime. And Saralegui is probably OOC. Yuuri and Wolfram are also older ( Yuuri is 22) and are a couple :)
" That's the New Year party, we must drink the champagne!!" Yuuri said as he pulled out of the fridge a bottle containing a golden liquid. Wolfram haughtily tossed one of his blond lock behind his cheek with his hand.
" Why did you think? That I would wisely sit down and wait for midnight? I want to have some fun,too," Wolfram said, stepping behind Yuuri. The double black turned around to face his fiancé who had followed him since the morning. He met Wolfram's cocky smile. Yuuri's dark eyebrow raised and his black eyes like ebony lit up with something akin to amusement and excitation.
" So...ready to get drunk with me?"
Wolfram and he had grown significantly closer with years due to the long time they'd spent together and the adventures they'd gone through "hand in hand". Yuuri had come to like Wolfram's company more than he'd ever thought he would. He really did like Wolfram. And also, a witch had predicted to Yuuri he would end up married to one of the most handsome mazoku males of the kingdom, a blond with green eyes.
It'd made no doubt to Yuuri she was talking about Wolfram.
Yuuri chuckled when Wolfram slapped him on the shoulder, chucking him a good " Hurry up!" and both of them scampered out of the Royal kitchens. Like two children, they had sneaked into the the kitchens to recuperate a few things to eat and drink.
Once outside, Wolfram indicated a spot in the gardens, surrounded by flowers and underneath a big tree. They swivelled their heads right to left to be sure not to be seen- there were still some guests in the gardens dancing and chatting all together- and sped towards Wolfram's chosen blossomed spot (thanks to Celi and Anissina, they'd been able to have a warm and flowered garden in spite of the coldest season of the year).
Wolfram seated down first then, looking up, unfolded his arm to silently invite Yuuri to take place at his side. Yuuri did and then Wolfram's arm curled around his shoulder.
" Mmh," Yuuri made softly. He set down what he had brought from the kitchen: a bottle and cakes. He shared all with Wolfram and both young men ate with delight, not caring about the other people around who didn't see them anyway. Alcohol started to make their heads spin and their minds fogged and unclear. Yuuri blinked his eyes as he belched, one fist against his mouth to muffle the sound. " Wolf, I don't think it was such a good idea to..." Burp. Wolfram laughed but still gently tapped Yuuri's shoulder:
" You naughty kid! Stop that!"
" You're not better...Look at yourself!"
The blond's cheeks were red, his hair dishevelled, his eyes glassy. His fleshy pink lips wore a smile. Yuuri unconsciously moved closer to Wolfram.
" How am I not better?" the mazoku asked.
" Oh my Shinou...You're so beautiful, Wolfram," Yuuri drawled, entangling his hand in the fair hair. Wolfram said nothing but thought Yuuri wasn't coherent in what he was saying. Champagne did have a strong effect. He said really nothing when Yuuri pressed their lips together and began kissing hungrily. Soon, both moaned in their hot exchange, already holding one another. Suddenly, a few laughters reached their ears. It reminded Wolfram they were not in their bedroom so they had to calm down a little bit.
" Yuuri...not here..." he murmured, even if it was hard not to do it right now when his king was boldly starting to attack his neck with a multitude of kisses. Wolfram opened his eyes wider and, his heart skipping a beat, caught sight of Conrad getting out of the castle and stepping into the gardens. He pushed Yuuri just in time before Conrad could notice them.
" What?" Yuuri protested, making a move to give his soft treatment again. But Wolfram firmly shoved him. Conrad, smiling like always, headed towards them. The blond quickly concealed the bottle in the bushes around.
" Conrad!" He exclaimed. Yuuri turned his head and saw him,too.
" What cha doin' here, Conrad?" he asked, with a frown. Wolfram wanted to hide himself as he realized well Conrad had noticed their not so good state. He made no comment about it, though, just lifting an eyebrow at that and said, instead:
" Um, I just want to tell you everyone has been waiting for the king and his fiancé for the annual dance for the last day of the year."
" Oh, crap, I forgot," Yuuri said as he tried to get up along with Wolfram. When he staggered, Conrad caught him.
" Maybe we should ask them to wait a little more," the godfather suggested. Wolfram energetically nodded, not feeling fine either. They went back in the castle, and stayed for one hour in a small secluded room.
The violinists began playing their wonderful music as the guests made room for the two dancers. They made a giant ' O' around the king and Wolfram. It would have been quite romantic to the fiery blond if he could see better where he was stepping. Same for Yuuri, though the young monarch didn't seem that bothered by it; he was totally drawn to Wolfram's eyes.
" Your godson looks weird tonight," Yozak muttered, disguised as always. Conrad glanced at his outfits then smiled a wee. " Don't tell me he's drunk..."
" Well, you know, Yuuri is twenty-two now and has always been wise," Conrad said " he's an adult, I can't always tell him what he must do and mustn't."
" Looks like he's going to eat up Lord Wolfram!...And it seems your little brother isn't that embarrassed by Yuuri's attention showered on him!"
When the music ceased, people clasped their hands to applaud the royal couple and then they gathered in pairs to dance,too. Yuuri and Wolfram treaded towards the tables where Celi was beckoning them. She just served them wine. " For the New Year to come, my darlings," she said cheerfully, not even noticing they weren't quite sober themselves. They accepted the beverage and brought it to their lips before Conrad, alerted, could stop them. They drank all in one go.
" I think I want water, now, Lady Celi, " Yuuri admitted. She graciously gave him a glass filled with water and it kind of refreshed Yuuri's mind. Wolfram did the same. While their guests started to have fun in the party, the two finally made their way out, under the eyes of Conrad and Gwendal though neither of them could stop them from dismissing the party as they were dancing with young women. Conrad just had the time to see Yuuri locking an arm around Wolfram's neck and throwing his glass over his shoulder as they strolled in the corridor.
" Midnight," Yuuri announced as he adjusted the clock to see the hour better. Then he smiled down at the face beneath his " Happy new year, Wolfram."
" Happy new year, my favourite wimp...but you're heavy."Yuuri looked down to see he was completely lying upon his fiancé. Muttering a 'sorry', he lifted up a bit and laid beside him but his hand remained on Wolfram's stomach. That night, he made Wolfram his. Again. It lasted until the dawn and the young men eventually fell asleep, worn out.
The persisting knocks on their doors were not welcomed as Yuuri just wanted to sleep longer. Unfortunately, the knocks began again, and Yuuri figured out, moodily he had to answer before they bounced into his bedroom without his permission. He sat up, cursing a little before setting his eyes upon his still sleeping fiancé. A smile curved his lips as he saw Wolfram snoring, arms and legs splayed widely like a bird. He covered his nudity with the blanket, then, putting his pajamas on, he headed for the doors.
" Who is it?" he asked cautiously.
" Conrad, your majesty," answered the man behind the doors. In his voice, there was a seriousness that Yuuri sensed right away and it didn't make him feel at ease. Frowning, the king opened the doors.
" Hello, Conrad, happy new year," he said first. His godfather, who had been wearing a worrying expression, nodded and smiled:
" Good morning your Majesty, and happy new year...I hope you slept well." he could see Conrad suspected he hadn't only slept at night. " what about Wolfram?"
" Um,well...he's still sleeping. He's tired..."
" Really?"
Yuuri inwardly facepalmed himself, realizing he had just given another clue about what they'd done. His cheeks became dark with a crimson stain. Conrad shut his lips tightly, nodding slightly.
" Well, should I understand something happened between both of you?"
"...Why do you ask?"
" It's really important, Yuuri."
"...And why? If it's that important, tell me straightforward."
" If it concerns your intimate life, so, yes, it truly matters, Yuuri. If you and Wolfram had...an intercourse during the night, I fear you will have to get married sooner than expected."
Yuuri's jaw dropped somewhere at their feet. Conrad, too, looked embarrassed but still serious as he gave a smile at his godson. " I know you wanted to wait for such an essential ceremony about your relationship with Wolfram."
" But...but I don't understand...I mean...he and I, well, you know, we've been intimate for two years now, so why last night would matter more than the other ones?"
" Alright, let me explain, Yuuri: there's a tradition here in Shin Makoku. The King-or Queen- who will have sex with his/her fiancé-e during the last night of the year will have to get married to him/her as to finally seal their bond and prepare the kingdom for a year of fertility and abundance and happiness. In fact, this is one of the most important laws of the kingdom."
Yuuri could only stare at Conrad, mouth-gaped and face pale. Then, he suddenly burst into giggles:
" LOL, seriously, who had invented that law, if I could call that a law, of course?" he asked, pondering over the fact Conrad might just jest and try to scare him.
" This is why I brought you this book, your majesty," Conrad stated, showing the book he had just taken along with him. Traditions in Shin Makoku. Chapter 18 Wedding. Yuuri raised his right eyebrow, grabbing the book and reading the page his hazel eyed friend had just marked with a paper.
Bewilderment settled upon his expressive face when he read more and more lines of this excerpt. Conrad just waited, getting a bit sweatdropping. There was no doubt for him Yuuri and Wolfram had made something that night; moreover, Yuuri's attitude- blocking entrance to his bedroom with his body- just reinforced his belief.
" It must be a joke," Yuuri eventually let out, shaking his head " I mean, I do want to marry Wolfram...but when we are ready for that. I know Wolfram may be readier than me to get married, but he knows I want to wait, we've talked about that and he agrees."
" At least, you know you're going to be married to someone you...like and esteem," Conrad tried to comfort him.
" Yeah, at least..." then, all at once, the double black jerked his head up, staring in Conrad's eyes. "Wait...What made you think I did something with Wolfram tonight? In my bedroom, there were only he and I!"
" Well..." the fact Conrad seemed to want to laugh but tried to hide it unnerved Yuuri. " Well, my king...yesternight...or, I mean, very early in the morning, a lot witnesses heard you and even saw you and Wolfram when they passed in front of your bedroom. Apparently you were so...busy that you didn't realize it. Furthermore, you and Wolfram left the party when it wasn't midnight yet, and how you danced together just convinced people something was up between the two of you."
Yuuri's paled face blushed.
" Okay...I think I can't deny it anymore...I...Well, I think I should have a talk with Wolfram."
" Right. I will wait for you two in your office. Gunter is also eager to speak with you. And...don't worry," he said squeezing Yuuri's shoulder.
Conrad bowed and left. Yuuri felt sick. Gunter was involved in the affair,too. It meant things were going to be extremely serious and he wasn't sure to be ready to deal with that so early in the morning.
Well, Wolf...White roses or...
A sudden splash shut Yuuri up and his shoulders haunched in fear. Wolfram was in a bad mood. Yuuri could almost see a dark blue aura all around Wolfram's frail body half-merged in the warm water. They were taking a bath together. The conference in Yuuri's office had ended up terribly and Yuuri wasn't going to forget it so soon. It seemed someone had spied the king and his fiancé during their passionate night and had spread the rumours. Feeling humiliated, Yuuri and Wolfram felt like two fools, and Gwendal's semi-sympathetic semi-angry look hadn't help a bit. Now they had to choose the decorations for their wedding.
Wolfram gave another blow to the water.
Yuuri gently rubbed Wolfram's shoulders in an attempt to soothe his ire. But Wolfram, whose back was facing Yuuri, just didn't look to be ready to give up on his anger.
" Why didn't you send someone searching for that spy? I want to strangle him...or her, right now. Daring...to watch us while we are..." his voice trailed off. He gazed at the roses petals floating on the surface.
" I know..." Yuuri replied with a sigh. " But...now they know you are my fiancé for real. Isn't it what you've longed for?"
" I would have appreciated another way to make people know about us," Wolfram snapped sharply. Yuuri jumped at the snappish statement. " Never have I wanted people to see us in such a situation. I mean our sexual life is our business! Can't they stuck their noses on other people's doors or are we deemed to be watched by anyone?"
" You know better than anyone, Wolf, that being the king and the king's future husband, we will probably be the ones to get the most attention from our people."
" Yes, it's true but now, because of it, we have to rush things."
Yuuri knew how much the whole affair affected his fiancé who felt violated in his intimacy. Sharing his feelings, the king slid his arms around the mazoku's shoulders and then took a petal. He wandered it along Wolfram's arm.
" I love you, Wolfram, and you know that. I promise to make it the most beautiful day of your life, okay?"
First meeting Wolfram's silence, Yuuri got a nod as a response.
" So white roses or red roses?"
" The two. I like the two."
" Nice."
" And I've thought about...a wedding in Summer, just after your birthday. You'll just turn twenty-three."
Yuuri smiled as he started to wash Wolfram's hair.
" Great. My mother is going to jump with joy when she learns it. She's much fond of you and has been asking me why I still wasn't married to you."
" The explanation is simple, Yuuri. You are a wimp."
Yuuri rolled his eyes at the usual answer, but at least, they had made up their minds for two things: the roses and the date.
My dear Yuuri,
I've been informed of your soon-to-come wedding with lord Wolfbrat... I mean Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld. Let me congratulate you, Yuuri. I hope it is going to be a wonderful day for both of you and your kingdom; I've sent a first gift. With all the effort I put in looking for the good one, I hope you will appreciate it. Come to visit, me, too; Dai Shimaron is feeling lonely without you. I'm looking forward to getting a letter from you,too. With my best wishes, Saralegui.
PS: my compliments to the one who spied you. I've always known that your fiancé was a...but you're still my friend, Yuuri...and I like Wolfram...just as I like my puppy, Loulou, who barks everytime I have the misfortune to pronounce your fiancé's name. See you soon, my dear friend.
Wolfram's face became white. His hands shook around the letter. Body run by shudders, he made a ball of it and threw it on a near basket.
" Just one thing, Yuuri! Remember me not to invite this friend of yours in our wedding!" he said between gritted teeth.
" O,Okay, I know..." Yuuri said, though he knew he couldn't do that without creating a political dispute. " But at least, sit down next to me and rest a little; you've been quite stressed since this morning, you...Wolf?"
He frowned as he watched Wolfram standing still by the window. The blond was determined as he gave himself a new mission. He tightly clenched his fist.
I'm going to find out who spied on us yesterday. Once I catch them, they'll get a taste of my wrath.
TBC