"Ah!-where are you sticking your leg? Hey- Yuuri!"

"I can't help it, I can't move."

"I- haa- wanted to get closer to you but not like- Ahh!"

~Earlier that Day~

"Where do you want to go first?" Yuuri addressed the foreigners he knew all too well comprised of Conrad, Gunter and Wolfram, Gwendel had stayed in Shin Makoku to handle Yuuri's paperwork. Again.

"Yuuri-heika's birth country is so beautiful-"

"Yes, yes Gunter. How about we start with sight-seeing in Tokyo first?"

Murata adjusted his glasses and faced the group, "To get there we can either take the bus or the train, but bus is probably easier".

Conrad tapped his hand on Yuuri's back and said, "Lets go then- keep up Wolfram."

Murata acted as tour guide and led the odd but equally good-looking group to the nearest bus stop. Luckily, they only had to wait a few minutes in the sweltering heat outside, and were soon loading onto the bus. The bus was already rather full and jerked into movement. Yuuri turned and saw Wolfram pale. He whipped his hand in front of his mouth.

"You get bus sick as well?"

Wolfram merely nodded and Yuuri grabbed him by the arm and pushed the button to stop. The young maoh turned to the others and said, quickly "I'll take him on the train, we'll meet you outside the station".

The bus stopped and Yuuri dragged Wolfram, breathing a sigh of relief. Yuuri turned to the blond who was bent over, leaning on a lamppost for support. "Let's hope you aren't train sick as well".

Yuuri had brought the tickets and was now boarding the train with Wolfram, who had been quiet when compared to his usual argumentative self.

There were no seats left, so they stood near the doors on the opposite side of the carriage and clung to the bars. The train began to move and Yuuri asked "Is this better?"

Wolfram, with his back to the door, faced Yuuri and replied "Of c-course, henachoko." Back to his normal self, Yuuri thought. Wolfram stood up straight, looking slightly embarrassed and upheld whatever pride he had remaining. Yuuri ignored him and looked around the carriage. Like the bus, it had begun to get crowded. When the train stopped again, masses of people flocked in.

"Wolfram move back a bit, I've got no room."

"I can't, there's none here either, my back's against the door", the blond flared. Before Yuuri could even think about how dirty that may have sounded, the crowd pushed against his back and he was shoved into Wolfram.

~Back to Present~

Yuuri braced his forearms on the door either side of Wolfram's head. Faces now inches apart.

"Can you hold on? It's only a few more stops until we get off." Yuuri whispered, his breath tickling the other's face.

"I- don't know. Your-nn-thigh is rubbing against my- ahh" Wolfram spoke between moans, now clutching Yuuri's shoulders, knees about to give way. Yuuri felt the growing erection brushing his leg and began to get turned on himself. He looked at the blond's aroused face, eyes wet, cheeks glossy and pick, his lips parted gasping at every slight movement of his leg. Yuuri had to fight the urge not to kiss the mouth that was usually insulting or shouting at him. He had nearly forgot that there was anyone on the train, but then two of them, until there was another shove from the crowd as the train turned the corner.

Yuuri's leg ground into Wolfram's crotch and before he could let out a lustful whine, the two's mouths crashed together anyway. Without having the chance to think about it, Yuuri automatically moved his mouth on Wolfram's, tilting his head and slipping in his tongue, with no resistance. He heard a low groan emerge from the blond's throat. Yuuri pulled back in revelation and glanced around in case someone had seen them. No one had. Yuuri turned back to face Wolfram, who looked on the verge of climax, just the sight of him was enough for the maoh to release. Yuuri's was suddenly aware of how much his arms ached and struggled to support himself. Wolfram's hand squeezed at his shoulders, so hot they could have burned through his shirt. No, seriously.

"Wolf. You have got your fire under control haven't you?"

Realisation crossed his face and the hands were simmered down to a warm temperature.

"Yes, you're the one who can't control your powers!" Wolfram looked annoyed, but still blushed. Another push from the crowd and he forgot all about his embarrassment. His head flung back and let out one of the sexist noises Yuuri thought he had ever heard.

"H-hey, we get off at the next stop. Can you hold on?"

Wolfram shook his head and trembled. Yuuri didn't want the blond to ruin is underwear, so he edged even closer and discreetly snuck his hand into the boxers, covering his member. Their torsos now rubbed together, as the maoh brushed one of Wolfram's erect nipples through his shirt. Unable to withstand anymore pleasure, the blond shook and moaned as he released into Yuuri's hand.

They were arriving at the station, Yuuri took his hand out of Wolfram's pants and hid it. He caught a glimpse of his sated face then, with his clean hand, grabbed his arm and pulled him off the train. They headed straight for the (luckily) empty toilets and into one of the cubicles. Yuuri pushed them both in, locked the door and pinned the blond against the cubical wall.

"Wolfram- sorry- I can't wait any longer."

Had to split this fic into 2 chapters after trying to make 'the scene' longer. It's been a while since I last wrote and the inspiration for this fic was from last year- the transport in Rome is crazy. :D