The Reclamation of a Bratty Prince
CHAPTER ONE
A Prince's First Love
{Warning}
This chapter contains certain elements that are not suited for persons under fourteen. Definitely rated as mature for sexual references.
{Note}
In the original version (prior to my rewriting the first few chapters) this chapter was not included. You may think of this chapter as a prelude to the rest of the story.
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Wolfram was pleased. No, he was incredibly pleased. And why not? He certainly had reason to be.
The wimp finally acquired some sense after all. I mean, who, in their right mind would reject this perfect package? Not that I'm blowing my own horn but I'm skilled with a blade, I have perfect manners and I'm not bad to look at. I am quite the catch, Wolfram said to himself smugly.
Sure, he knew he had some anger and jealousy issues but he was very serious when it came to issues of integrity, politics and of course, fidelity.
Wolfram's smile suddenly dimmed as he thought to himself, That wimp. He has no idea how handsome he is with those round dark eyes and that silky hair. Not to mention that he has a dazzling smile! If that's not bad enough, he has to be decent! Nice! Ugh. Of course the ladies would be throwing themselves at him! I would too if I weren't already engaged to him!
Wolfram checked the clock for the last time. Okay, he had thirty minutes before Yuuri got back. He liked what he was wearing today. The crisp white shirt brought out the slight tan, colouring his milky smooth skin and the casual jeans he wore fitted him snugly he observed with satisfaction.
Anyone who knew Wolfram would know that the young prince did not take an interest in his wardrobe beyond that pertaining to social standards and decorum, but recently, Wolfram had taken to wearing Earth-ish clothing which he thought emphasised the appeal of his young body, no doubt in the efforts of attracting the attention and affection of the double black Maou.
"Well, the results were definitely most satisfactory," Wolfram spoke aloud in seeming indifference - if not for the slight smile at the corner of his lips.
He first noticed it when Yuuri would stare at him during breakfast and dinner since these were the two meals they had together. He remembered asking Yuuri to pass the salt but when he didn't, Wolfram had looked up from his plate to see the double black staring at him with a burning intensity. At that time, Wolfram had not understood what that expression meant, but as time went on, he realised that Yuuri's expressionless stare was beginning to look hungrier, more desperate. And that was when the moonlit picnics in the garden began. And on hot Sunday afternoons, Yuuri would bundle Wolfram off to a nearby lake where the two of them would take a dip and simply spend time with each other.
That was also where Wolfram had taken Yuuri's first kiss.
Wolfram's face coloured scarlet as he recollected the memory. He had been languishing in the warmth of the setting sun when Yuuri had jumped out and scared him out of nowhere. Irked that the bumbling Maou had caught him off guard and was now laughing at him, Wolfram stood up and started tickling his fiancé.
"Arrrrr, noooo! Stop! Hiiiiiiiii! Ah – No, stop! Hiiiiiiiiii! Huhu, hiiiiiiiiiii," Yuuri screamed as he laughed from Wolfram's tickling, trying and failing to fend off Wolfram itchy fingers. Wolfram tickled harder when he heard Yuuri's high pitched laugh (or was it a howl?). Wolfram had never tickled anyone before in his life, nor had he ever been tickled, so when Yuuri had first tickled him after another "You cheater!" arguments, Wolfram did not understand why Yuuri was disappointed in his puzzled reaction, and tickled Yuuri back in spite. And that was when he heard it - Yuuri's laughing howl.
Yuuri's eyes were tearing from laughing too hard, his eyes dark and shiny from happiness, his cheeks flushed and lips red. Wolfram inched closer and closer. Closer still. Yuuri had yet to notice the change in his mood and was busy wiping the tears from his eyes. Wolfram's eyes dropped to Yuuri's lips. Surely the King would not deny him a kiss?
Wolfram gently lifted Yuuri's face, and as he met Yuuri's innocent and questioning eyes, Wolfram pressed his lips to Yuuri's, a hand snaking around Yuuri's neck to secure his head and press him closer to deepen the kiss.
Wolfram's tongue playfully moistened Yuuri's luscious lips before plunging into his mouth and staking his claim. He kissed him violently, passionately – with all the pent up frustrations of many years and unrequited love.
Yuuri broke the kiss when he tore his head away to gasp for air.
He had tasted the salty flavour of Yuuri's tears in his kiss, the soft, velvety texture of those full and inviting lips, the heat of his mouth and feel of his tongue. The different sensations numbed him and they sat awkwardly facing each other, one staring hungrily at the other who blushed furiously.
Oh well, they had kissed again, and again, many times after that. His Yuuri had definitely become an incredibly good kisser under his tutelage, Wolfram mused.
When Yuuri had insisted on bringing Wolfram with him to Earth this time, Wolfram had suspected that the younger man had something up his sleeve. Wolfram was after all a master strategist and a stickler for rules and propriety (when he was not inflamed with jealousy, that is).
So when Yuuri had bashfully knocked on his door with a smile that split his face into hemispheres, Wolfram had been struck with the most curious emotion. He had never seen Yuuri so blissfully happy – displaying such uninhibited happiness. It was a delicious sight and it sent shivers of warmth and pleasure through every nerve of the blond prince.
There was short pause of silence that was interrupted with Yuuri's panting. He had obviously ran as fast as he could to meet Wolfram. The blond, on the hand, stared in wonderment at his sovereign.
"Wolf… Wolfram, would you… come with me… Earth?" Yuuri squeezed the question between gasps. Wolfram frowned at this. Yuuri was well aware of his aversion to the metal and concrete world of Earth that defied his logic. That Earth's customs was against his marriage to Yuuri was reason enough in his eyes.
"Yuuri…" Wolfram began, feeling a little insulted that Yuuri had overlooked his feeling on the matter but Yuuri cut him impatiently, "Right, Wolfram? You'll come with me, won't you? Even Gwendel is coming and Annisina."
Wolfram was a little dumbstruck (not that he would ever admit it). He thought that Yuuri was slowly falling in love with him but for some reason, he could not fathom why Yuuri's face was glowing brighter with every word he uttered, why he wanted Wolfram to come with him to Earth and whatever reason Yuuri had for this trip.
Despite the confusion stirring in his mind, all Wolfram could see was Yuuri's beautiful face.
"I'd love too," the words slipped out without him noticing it in his stupor and Yuuri rushed over to plant a kiss on Wolfram's soft lips.
Wolfram's eyes widened in surprise – but also in anger at himself.
Truthfully, Wolfram's libido was driving him mad. The very sight of Yuuri sent his imagination into overdrive. He wanted Yuuri desperately and always has. But his code of conduct did not allow him to touch his King without the King's consent. So he had opted for 'softer means of persuasion' of which tactic number one- the filly pink nightgown. Long months had passed without Yuuri even so much as looking at him and eventually Wolfram had that nightgown burnt. Tactic number two was to evoke jealousy. Unfortunately, the King was oblivious to his efforts and Wolfram concluded that the most powerful Maou in history besides Shinou was as clueless as a child. The third tactic was a love potion brewed by Annisina which turned Yuuri a different colour every week for the next seven weeks.
Plagued with failure, Wolfram had given in to his sorrows and brooded about it for a long time. Even the usually clueless Maou sensed it and brought Wolfram to visit Jennifer since he always seemed very happy to see her.
It was during the time spent there that an offhand comment by Jennifer ignited a fresh spark in the brooding prince.
"My, my Wolfram… You do look good in Earth clothing. If I weren't already married to Souma and you weren't in love with my son, I'd be tempted to elope," Jennifer smiled. And that was how he finally got Yuuri's attention focused on him.
But kisses alone could not sooth the heat pooling in his loins. No matter how innocent or how hot the kiss, Yuuri's lips never failed to bring that ever-present flame of desire into a liquid magma. Wolfram was thankful that the prince had no inkling of as to the depth of his carnal desires. Wimp that Yuuri was, the prince knew that his passions would frighten the lover he had only just possessed.
That night, as they slept on the same bed, Wolfram made his feelings plain to his fiancé.
"Yuuri, I'm telling you straight. You'd better not leave me alone nor use those metal creatures for transportation. I'll burn you to a crisp if you do, you hear me?" Wolfram looked at Yuuri's face for an answer but Yuuri was only smiling.
"Remember how you said the Sun God was angry? You should stop using those things too," Wolfram continued.
"Sun God?" Yuuri asked in bewilderment. "What Sun God? – Oh, you mean global warming!"
Yuuri suddenly began to laugh and Wolfram was sure that his beloved was laughing at him. Irritated, but also aroused at the close intimacy between them, Wolfram pushed himself on top of Yuuri and kissed him suddenly.
In the beginning, he forcefully placed his lips on top of Yuuri's but as Yuuri's lips parted in surprise, Wolfram pushed his tongue into Yuuri's mouth to taste, to tease and to torment the boy-king. As Wolfram deepened the kiss, tilting his head to better taste Yuuri with his tongue, he could feel Yuuri pulling him closer, tighter.
Wolfram could feel the heat through the thin t-shirt. He broke the kiss to kiss the sides of Yuuri's mouth and moved to an ear when he blew on it, sucked on it and whispered in a drunken voice, "Yuuri…".
Yuuri gasped and pulled Wolfram's face back to his, kissing Wolfram wildly. Wolfram ran his hands all over Yuuri's torso and hands, snaking a hand under Yuuri's pyjamas and elicited a delicious whimper from the double black.
Kissing the side of Yuuri's neck, Wolfram found Yuuri's hard nipple and tugged the nub gently.
His passions mounting, Wolfram sucked at Yuuri's neck as he thumbed Yuuri's nipple simultaneously. Yuuri's hands were running wildly across Wolframs's back, tugging and pulling at his t-shirt.
Letting out a little growl, Wolfram suddenly bit Yuuri's shoulder. Yuuri yelped in pain and pushed Wolfram of him.
Wolfram's beautiful green eyes followed Yuuri's movements hungrily. His eyes clouded with love, lust and possessiveness, Wolfram could not see Yuuri's falling tears nor the growing redness at the side of Yuuri's shoulder where he had bit Yuuri.
"Wolfram."
Yuuri's voice calling out to him brought Wolfram to his senses.
"I'm sorry Wolfram, but… not yet. Alright?"
Wolfram was now becoming aware of the hickeys starting to form near Yuuri's neck and he could see some blood at the side of Yuuri's shoulder. Worried but also proud that he had finally marked his king, Wolfram felt better about complying with Yuuri's request.
As Yuuri climbed back onto the bed, he put his hand on top of Wolfram's. Wolfram did not move but smiled, slid his hand from under Yuuri's and clutched Yuuri's hand.
"I love you."
Yuuri blushed, muttered something incoherent and pulled the blanket over his head. After some time, Yuuri's soft breathing became steady and when Wolfram was sure that Yuuri was asleep, he slipped from under the sheets and headed to bathing area to take a cold bath.
