Wolfram's Bruise
Uniting As One series
Crossover: Gravitation, Only The Ring finger Knows
Written by: chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: An errand leads to much more.
Warning: Drama, Romance, Fantasy, Language, OOC, OCs, M/M Sexual Situation, Anal, Oral, M-Preg
Pairings: Yuri/Wolfram
Inserts: "Why Me?" by Robby Syruws
A/N: Originally, there were 14 chapters, but I have since condensed them into 6 chapters. This series has three parts: Wolfram's Bruise, "The Gorgeous Creature That Stands Before Me", "Yuri's Secret". Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: When It Became Known
Covenant Castle - The Great Demon Kingdom
He was so hot. The place where they were joined ached pleasantly. As he was rocked, in his delirium he forgot to close his mouth and continually gasped. "Yu…ri!"
"Wolfram," his partner cried out above him.
"Nn…! Aah…! Aah," the Demon Prince panted wildly.
Yuri's rhythm changed. He began to speed up.
"Uh…!" Wolfram clasped his King's shoulders, his fingers clawing at Yuri's back. Wolfram's legs were bent; one of his knees was pointed at the ceiling while the other one hugged Yuri's hip tightly. Something was happening. Wolfram could feel it. "Yu…ri…Yuri! I…"
"I love you…Wolfram…," Yuri grunted. With a final thrust, he climaxed, spilling his essence deeply inside of his fiancé and soon to be husband.
"Aah…ahhh!" Wolfram's grip tightened on Yuri's shoulders as his orgasm swept through him, coloring his vision. It bowed Wolfram's back, arching him off the bed. His head was flung back. Emerald eyes glazed over in passion stared blankly at the shelf behind the bed as he emitted all of the heat that had been building up inside of him at once. Panting heavily, Wolfram lay in a boneless heap. The added weight that collapsed onto Wolfram was delicious. He hugged his arms around Yuri, holding him tightly against him. They lay in comforting silence in each others arms as they tried to slow their racing hearts and relearn how to breathe.
After a while, Yuri propped himself up in a half pushup motion with a grimace and rolled off Wolfram. He collapsed on his back onto the bed besides Wolfram with a groan. His whole body ached, but he languished in the exhaustion that swept through him.
Yuri knew they had to change the bed sheets and wash up before they fell asleep, otherwise they were going to pay for it in the morning, or more accurately, he was going to pay for it when Wolfram woke up covered with a thick layer of dried come all over him, but fatigue took a firm hold of Yuri before that thought was even half finished.
He was half-aware of the bed being jostled as Wolfram snuggled up against him. Before long, soft snores permeated the night as the Demon King and his Consort gave into the demands of the night.
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The Next Morning
"'D'ya ever have an awful day/Where nothin' ever goes your way?'"
Greta giggled from her seat on Wolfram's lap. "It rhymes!"
"Yeah, it sure does," Wolfram agreed.
Once again, Yuri had been hulled off by Günter right after the breakfast dishes had been cleared away. Apparently, he had several stacks of papers that had to be signed before lunch. Then he had his studies and after that, he had his sparring lessons with Conrart.
There were supposed to host Mr. Heathcrife and his daughter Beatrice for dinner that night, but they had sent word by carrier pigeon that they would not be able to arrive until the next morning, at the earliest, because of a sudden storm that was brewing off the coast of Cavalcade. So, instead, Günter had decided that "His Majesty should get a head start on other matters of state".
While they waited for Yuri to finish, Wolfram and Greta were killing time by reading a book that Yuri had brought back with him the last time he journeyed to Earth. It was called "Why me?"
"'Well this is one of those days for me/It was the worse I say, times three!/It started when I fell out of bed/And sprained my toe and hit my head'."
Greta giggled at the picture that showed a little boy, who had apparently fallen out of bed, on the floor rubbing a large bump on his head. There was a single tear in the corner of his eye. "That's funny."
"'D'ya ever have an awful day/Where nothin' ever goes your way?"
Greta giggled again.
"'I spilt the juice I tried to pour/And watched it drip right to the floor/On my knees to clean it up/I wonder how I missed the cup?'"
The illustration this time showed the boy at the kitchen table looking incredulously at his empty cup that sat in the middle of a pool of what had to be juice. Greta laughed.
Wolfram snorted. Were all Humans this clumsy? He thought of Yuri and realized he had his answer.
As he turned the page, his daughter's inquiring voice broke into the silence. "Hey, Wolfram?"
"Yes? What is it Greta?"
"Uhm, what's that on your neck?"
Keeping a finger in the book to mark the page, Wolfram glanced at Greta. "Where?"
Greta pointed at an ugly, dark, circular mark that was partially covered by the collar of Wolfram's jacket. "Right there."
Wolfram touched where Greta indicated.
"It looks like a bruise," she said innocently.
Wolfram gasped. His eyes went wide. He clasped a hand over the bruise and jumped to his feet, spilling both Greta and the book to the castle floor.
"Ow," Greta cried. Rubbing her sore behind, she lifted her head and saw Wolfram making a hasty retreat out of the library. "Wolfram?" she called after him.
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At the sound of hurried approaching feet, the words died on Conrart's tongue. He had been speaking with a group of the castle guards about new patrol parameters that were going to be instituted by Gwendal in the next few days. He stepped away from the men, dismissing them back to their posts, and glancing down the hall, spotted Wolfram racing towards him.
"Wolfram?" Conrart questioned.
Wolfram rushed past him in a blur of color without a word. His left hand was clasping the right side of his neck and he had a flustered expression on his face.
"I wonder what's gotten into him." Conrart looked over his shoulder when he heard movement behind him and saw Greta standing in the open library doorway. "Greta?"
"Hi, Conrart."
"Do you know where Wolfram took off to in such a hurry?"
"No."
"What happened?"
Greta shrugged. "I just asked him about his bruise."
Conrart raised an eyebrow at that. "A bruise?"
"Yeah," Greta nodded. "We were reading and I noticed a bruise on Wolfram's neck, so I asked him about it."
Conrart glanced at his younger brother's retreating figure. "I wonder."
Greta looked up at her uncle. "Was he hurt, Conrart? Will he be okay?" she asked.
Conrart chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, Greta. He'll be fine."
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When the words on the legal document he was supposed to be going over started swimming, Yuri set the pen down next to the ink well and resting his elbows on the desk, pressed his fingers into his tired eyes.
"This sucks."
Sometimes he really did not like being King. All this paperwork was so tedious and redundant and all this legal mumbo jumbo just confused the hell out of him. He was steadily becoming better at his role as King, but he still had a lot to learn. And that was why he relied upon those around him for help, especially Günter, but his aide had been "volunteered" temporarily by Anissina. Yuri wished the man luck. He was going to need it.
Sighing heavily, Yuri wondered what time it was. It felt like he had been at this forever.
Dropping his arms, Yuri leaned his head back against the top of the chair and shut his eyes. Forcing himself to relax, he slowly felt the tension ease out of his body.
An image of Wolfram's grim face popped into his mind and he wondered what his hotheaded fiancé was doing. He could just picture the Demon Prince scowling and muttering angrily to himself, and anyone who had the misfortune of being nearby, just what a wimp the Demon King really was. The image was so vivid and so Wolfram that it brought a smirk to Yuri's face. He chuckled lightly.
But his laughter was cut short as the office doors unexpectedly burst open. Nearly jumping out of his skin at the explosive intrusion, Yuri's eyes popped open with a startled gasp. His head flew up. Speak of the devil. "Wolfram," he breathed. He placed a hand over his racing heart. "You scared me half to death," he accused.
Wolfram, not appearing apologetic in the least, stormed into the office.
Yuri gulped nervously. He wondered what it was he had supposedly done this time. "You know, I was just thinking about you."
Wolfram's step faltered. He blushed, but shook himself. "As well you should be," he snapped at Yuri. "But we have others matters that you should be dwelling on," he said as he stepped up to the desk.
"What's that?" Yuri asked.
"This!" Wolfram tugged down the collar of his uniform jacket.
Yuri blinked stupidly at the dark mark on his fiancé's neck. It took him several long seconds to realize just what it was he was supposed to be looking at. "Wolfram, is that a-?"
"You know damn well it is!"
Yuri blushed. "I'm sorry," he apologized sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. He had never really seen one before and he had to admit that he felt a sense of pride when he saw the mark that adorned Wolfram's neck and that he had been the one to put it there. He knew it was barbaric, but Yuri loved the idea that this mark branded Wolfram as his.
"You'd better be, Wimp!" Wolfram crossed his arms over his chest with a 'humph'.
Yuri watched Wolfram silently. He cocked his head to the side. "…Hey, Wolfram? Don't you think that's strange?"
"Huh? What're you babbling about now?"
"You're getting awfully upset over something as simple as a hickey."
Wolfram dropped his arms and growled lightly. "And like the stupid wimp that you are, you aren't taking this seriously at all!"
"'Seriously'?" Yuri repeated in amusement. "Wolfram, it's just a hickey."
Wolfram was scandalized. "'Just a hickey'? 'Just a hickey'? You obviously don't grasp how serious this situation is!"
Yuri sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Wolfram was such a prima donna. "Jeez, Wolfram. You act like having a hickey is a sign of the Apocalypse, or something."
Wolfram's face went bright red. A strangled cry was torn from his lips. He sped around the desk and slapped his hands over Yuri's mouth. His eyes wide in panic, he glanced over his shoulder at the open office door. "Will you stop saying that word, you fool!" he hissed. "What if someone hears you?"
Yuri was taken back. He forcibly removed Wolfram's hands from his mouth. "So?" He did not understand the problem.
"'So'? You wimp!"
Yuri searched Wolfram's face studiously. "…Wolfram. Does it embarrass you?"
"Huh?" Wolfram asked, his voice deadpanned.
"The hickey. Are you ashamed of it?"
That got Wolfram angry. "Of course not!" he snapped. "How can you ask something so vulgar?"
Yuri's eyes went hard. "What I'm supposed to think, Wolfram? You come storming in here all upset about a love bite on your neck!"
Wolfram blushed. "You're not supposed to think anything," he snapped, through his embarrassment. "You're supposed to know that if word gets back to Gwendal that you deflowered his little brother before we were properly married, he's going to castrate and disembowel you and use your guts for garters!"
Yuri went pale. He gulped.
"Not to mention what Günter'll do when he finds out about 'this kind of behavior before' we're 'bound by matrimony'!" Wolfram turned his back to Yuri and crossed his arms over his chest.
How could Yuri not comprehend the severity of this situation? For someone who was supposedly the Demon King, Yuri was pretty out of the loop.
Truthfully, he could care less what Günter thought about them having pre-marital sex. What he and Yuri did in the privacy of their bedroom, or wherever they happened to be at the time, was none of Günter's business. Günter's job as the King's Aide had nothing to do with Yuri and his sex life, but his brother was a horse of a different color. Gwendal might not look it, but he was very over protective of his younger siblings, especially after the debacle that had occurred with Conrart last year. And if Wolfram knew anything about Gwendal, the Commander-in-Chief would think nothing about harming the Demon King if it meant protecting the honor of his little brother.
Besides, how could Yuri even think that he would be even the least bit ashamed of the "bruise" on his neck? Yes, he was a little embarrassed by "it". He would admit that much, but not in the way that Yuri was thinking. If anyone saw "it", then they would know instantly what "it" was and how "it" came to be there and what the two of them had been in the midst of doing at the time of "it's" creation. It was embarrassing in that regard. Their sex life was nobody's business. It was not something up for public display.
Moreover, if his men were to see it, there was no way they would take him seriously as their Commander.
Wolfram jumped when he felt arms wrap around his waist. He glanced over his shoulder. "Yuri?"
Yuri embraced Wolfram from behind. He pressed his lips over the hickey on Wolfram's neck in a brief, chaste kiss. "I used to complain when you acted so protective of me," he said softly.
A red flush brushed across Wolfram's face. Sometimes he did not like that Yuri had come to be able to read him so easily.
Pressing their cheeks together, Yuri tightened his arms around Wolfram. "But I think it's kind of sweet."
"Wha-!"
Wolfram's cry of protestation was cut short by a soft press of lips against his. His lids fluttered closed and he melted into the kiss.
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With a smile, Conrart turned from the scene and noiselessly shut the office doors. Now, how to break the news to Gwendal without any blood being spilled.
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The Next Afternoon
"His Majesty Yuri Shibuya Harujuku Furi, the 27th Demon King, and GLORY TO THE FIRST GREAT DEMON KING AND HIS PEOPLE, THE DEMON TRIBE. OH, NEVER FORGET THAT THE ENTIRE WORLD FIRST BEGAN WITH US, THE DEMON TRIBE. WITH THE POWER, WISDOM AND BRAVERY THAT DEFEATED EVEN THE ORIGINATORS THE DEMON TRIBE WILL PROSPER FOR ETERNITY, otherwise known as the Great Demon Kingdom, as Grantor(s), for the consideration of Seventeen Hundred and Fifty-Three Dollars ($1753) a month, hereby convey, grant and deed to JOCHEN BUTCHERS, a Sole Proprietorship, as Grantee, the real property located in the County of…"
Groaning, Yuri tossed the grant deed aside. The parchment fluttered across the desk to land on the lip of the desk. It teetered precariously.
His mind had turned to mush sometime before lunch. Even now, a couple of hours before dinner, he could feel it oozing from his ear.
He did not understand a word he just read. It went in one ear and out the other. It was something about granting some guy some land he could rent to open up a butcher shop in town, or something. Or, that was what Yuri got out of it anyway. He could be wrong as he so often was. Maybe if he could actually understand what it was he was supposed to be signing, it would help make this process run along more smoothly. Or if Günter or even Gwendal were here to help explain all this to him like they always were. But Günter had been called away earlier and had since gone MIA and Gwendal was not exactly speaking to him at the moment.
Yuri took in the piles of paperwork that he still had to go through before he retired for the night with an evil eye.
Or maybe Günter was just scared away by the massive piles that seemed to be never ending lately.
Usually, Gwendal looked through everything and decided what should go before the Demon King to sign and what was not even worth his time. All Yuri had to do in the past was sign his name at the bottom. But not anymore. Over the last year, Gwendal has slowly been relinquishing what had been his duties ever since his mother, Lady Celi, resigned as Demon Queen back to the current Demon King.
On one hand, knowing Gwendal as he did, Yuri would not put it passed his Commander-in-Chief to prioritize this paperwork by his own standards, which was not always a good thing. So in that way, it was a good thing that Yuri finally had a chance to go through everything and decide what was given precedence without the others breathing down his neck.
But of course, there was a down side.
Yuri used to complain before about how much work he had as the Demon King even though he was still just a kid and a newbie King at that. He had had hardly any time to spend with his fiancé and their daughter let alone get a full night's sleep, but now Yuri did not have time to scratch his nose.
If Yuri was not settling some stupid dispute over the littlest, most idiotic thing, he was stopping some band of misfits from causing some sort of destruction in his kingdom-whether they were human or Demon.
Or he was granting requests from people who wanted to change their names legally, or who wanted to start up a new business. There were people like Ewald Probst who wanted to erect a marble statue in the center of town of the new Demon King. Yuri even spent one day a week just denying the countless marriage proposals he got. Of course, he told Wolfram nothing of these. Yuri had even denied requests from Lady Von Karbelnikoff to use him as a guinea pig. Though, he had granted her request to use Gwendal, which was-Yuri suspected-the main reason behind why the Commander-in-Chief was currently not speaking to His Majesty. It did not bother Yuri in the least though. It served the elder Demon right for dumping everything onto the shoulders of an eighteen-year-old.
If that was not enough, he still had lessons with Günter. They were never-ending. It was mostly because Günter knew nothing about how to effectively teach. Wolfram called him a wimp, but Günter droned on and on and on. Yuri suspected that his tutor just liked to hear the sound of his own voice. Having lessons with Greta helped a little bit, but Yuri stilled prayed that the Great One would strike him down so that he would not have to endure anymore.
And of course, he was forced to play nice with a one stuffy aristocrat or other almost every day. If it was someone like Lady Flynn or Mr. Heathcrife, then he had no qualms, but the others were a different matter.
Flopping bonelessly back in a chair that reminded Yuri of a French, Louis XIV style fauteuils a la Reine that he had seen at a flea market he had gone to with his mother not too long ago. It was made of some wood he did not know the name of, had a high, arched back, and scrolled arms. Did he forget to mention that the chair he was sitting in had to be older than the one it reminded him of? The seat cushion had long since disintegrated into dust leaving him with a sore, dead ass. And the fabric, which he was certain had been either an obsidian or a royal purple was now dull and grey and beginning to fray. The arms of the chair were chipped.
He was the King for the love of the Great One. Why was he being forced to suffer like this?
He would have to have a serious talk with Gwendal and Günter about dividing up all this work to more able-bodied people. Surely, there were other people more qualified to handle some of this stuff?
Yuri scrubbed his tired, achy eyes and wished he could just go back to bed. Hell, he would rather be in school.
Dropping his hands, he leaned his head back against the top of the chair. He stared unblinkingly up at the vaulted ceiling high above him.
That was right. If he were still going to school back in Japan, he would be graduating fairly soon. What he would not give to have such a dull, humdrum life.
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Wolfram flattened himself against the wall. He could feel the iciness of the stone façade through the thick fabric of his blue uniform. Bright emerald eyes peered around the corner. Deserted. Good. No Günter and especially no Gwendal. Though, there were two guards standing at attention outside the Demon King's study. Their stiff black uniforms indicated that they were part of the Demon King's elite personal guards that never left His Majesty's side for any reason. It had taken Yuri some time to get used to them. He still was not completely comfortable. But the guards indicated that Yuri was in his office. Good.
Pushing away from the wall, Wolfram straightened his uniform. He ran his finger through his hair. Clearing his throat, he stepped around the corner.
The guards took notice of him immediately. Wolfram would expect nothing less from men given the responsibility of protecting the King.
"Your Highness," they greeted formally. The spears they each held, which were taller then the men themselves, were pulled tightly against their bodies. They seemed to stand a little straighter.
"You never saw me," he told them as he reached for the golden handles.
They were used to this routine by now. "Never saw whom sir?"
Pleased, Wolfram nodded.
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Sometimes, Yuri wished he had not agreed to become Demon King. He shook those thoughts aside. He had to admit that it was not all bad.
Yuri raised his weary head as the heavy double doors swung open.
"So this is where you have been hiding," snapped the accusation.
Speaking of which.
Yuri fought the urge to roll his eyes. "I have not been hiding, Wolfram." He righted himself and watched his fiery blond haired, emerald-eyed lover stride into the study. Yuri admired how Wolfram's blue uniform fit him in all the right places.
"Could have fooled me. You wimp," Wolfram added for good measure as he shut the doors behind him.
A smile chased away the shadows that had been deepening across Yuri's face. The heavy weight of depression that had been slowly beginning to crush him lifted. What had started out as an insult when they first met had slowly grown into an endearment. Having been working since breakfast early this morning with just a little break for lunch, Yuri decided to give himself a long overdue break. He was King after all.
"Speaking of hiding," Yuri said as he watched Wolfram saunter towards him. "His Highness isn't going to be accused of dereliction of his duties is he?"
Wolfram slid himself into Yuri's lap and clasped his arms around his fiancé's neck.
Yuri clasped Wolfram's hips lightly.
"You know, Yuri, unlike some people, I for one am not a wimp."
"So is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?"
Wolfram glared at him.
Yuri gave him an innocent look back.
"Wimp," Wolfram snorted.
"Brat."
Wolfram's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Brat, huh?" A devilish grin slid across Wolfram's face.
Yuri gulped. A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of his face.
Wolfram slid off Yuri's lap and placing his hands on Yuri's knees, he knelt between his younger fiancé's spread legs.
Despite having broken out into a cold nervous sweat, the young Demon King found himself quickly growing hard in anticipation. He licked lips gone dry.
The belt quickly done away with, Wolfram unfastened the clasp of Yuri's black uniform pants and then almost torturingly slow pulled the zipper down.
Yuri had never been so turned on and so terrified at the same time. God, how he loved this man.
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"Now, clam down, Gwendal. They are affianced after all. They have been for the past three years. You knew this was bound to happen eventually."
"Yes, but I expected them to be properly married first," Gwendal snapped.
Conrart regretted having said anything.
"They are engaged. You know as well as I do, Conrart, that this type of-of tawdry behavior is frowned upon among people of His Majesty and Wolfram's standing before the bonds of matrimony are made."
The half-demon sighed. It looked like Gwendal was beginning to show his age, but nevertheless, he was right. This was one of the reasons why Conrart was glad he was not part of the aristocracy. "And what about Lord Griesela?" he asked his older brother. He was referring to Gwendal's cousin who had married and had a child with the human Nicola.
"That is different."
"How?"
Gwendal remained stubbornly silent.
"Because Hube is not your little brother?" Conrart supplied softly.
A flush warmed its way up the older Demon's face.
"Gwendal, I know how protective you are of Wolfram, but he is not a child anymore."
Wolfram may not technically be a child, but he was still too young to be having…
A mixture of emotions warred within Gwendal.
…"relations" of this nature. Especially with him being His Majesty Yuri's fiancé. Wolfram had a certain level of decorum he had to abide by. It was up to Wolfram and His Majesty to set a fine example for the people of the Great Demon Kingdom.
Gwendal sighed. But maybe he was reading too much into this. Conrart was right. Wolfram was not a child anymore. Though at times Wolfram may act childishly for he let his emotions override his common sense, Wolfram had proven repeatedly that he could be trusted with the welfare and care of not only His Majesty, but also their Human daughter Greta who was now thirteen-years-old.
Of course, how was one supposed to act when being told that the relationship between one's baby brother and his accidental fiancé had progressed to such a level?
It was not that Gwendal did not trust His Majesty Yuri. Yuri was a fine outstanding King. He had saved them more times than Gwendal cared to admit, but they were talking about his baby brother here. Gwendal trusted no one. Not even his King.
What he needed was some time to digest this latest bit of news.
"Alright," Gwendal growled. He rubbed his temple as a migraine made itself known. He needed a vacation.
For some reason, that did not put Conrart at ease, but he inclined his head slightly in gratitude. As he turned to leave, Conrart left his brother with a little warning. "Don't push this, Gwendal. You will not like the outcome."
Gwendal watched as Conrart vanished within the shadows of Covenant Castle with a thoughtful expression. What had he meant by that? A flash of white caught his attention. "Günter," he called.
The self-appointed advisor to the King looked around and when he caught sight of Gwendal, he immediately changed course and headed straight for him. "Aah, Gwendal."
"Günter have you seen Wolfram?"
"Little Lord Brat? No I have not." Günter made a face. "He suddenly disappeared when I told him he had an appointment with the seamstress."
Gwendal sighed heavily. It looks like His Majesty was becoming a very bad influence over his littlest brother. "Find him," he ordered. "Tell him I need to speak with him."
Günter raised an eyebrow. He wanted to press the issue but the look on Gwendal's face gave him heed. "Alright," he nodded.
Gwendal turned from the man and vanished into the dim corridors of the castle. His long dark grey tresses swung sharply down his back.
"Oh my," Günter sighed. He wondered what the young spoiled lord did now.
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Yuri's heart was beating so loudly it was a wonder that the guards stationed outside the study had not come inside to see what was going on.
Panting heavily, his fingernails clawed the desktop as he clenched his hands into fists.
Biting his lip, he swallowed back the wanton moans that were clawing up his throat.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head. His lids fluttered closed over onyx eyes that had a glazed, faraway look to them.
Stray strands of his silken, shoulder length jet-black tresses that had escaped from their secured hold at the nape of his neck were plastered to the sides of his neck by sweat.
His mouth flung open with a soundless gasp. His guards should have some idea about what went on behind closed doors when Wolfram stopped by by now, but they would not be doing their jobs if they did not rush to the aide of His Majesty when they heard strange noises. But not only would it seriously kill the mood, both Wolfram and he would die of embarrassment if someone were to barge in on them.
Yuri tossed his head back and arched into the hot mouth. He tangled one of his hands into his fiancé's golden curls.
By the Great One. He was being driven insane. Wolfram's hot mouth. His talented tongue. Those magical fingers.
"Oh, gods, Wolf," he panted. He was close. So close. "Almost. Almost. Almo-"
The doors suddenly burst open. They slammed into the bookcases that lined the walls with twin angry crashes. "Your Majesty," cried the accompanying familiar voice.
Yuri jumped with a startled yelp. His eyes flew open.
A choked cry came from underneath the desk followed by a muffled thud and a hiss. A line of colorful profanities floated out from underneath the desk.
Looking down at himself, Yuri's face grew warm. He hurriedly fixed himself as his advisor and tutor hurried into the study in a sweep of white and lavender. His saw his guards who were stationed at the doors give him an apologetic look before returning to their posts. After his fifth try of fumbling with the hook of his pants, he felt slender fingers roughened by years of sword practice push his hands away.
Onyx met emerald.
Yuri gave his fiancé a grateful smile.
Wolfram gave him a devilish look that said, "You owe me."
Yuri gulped and felt his cock twitch.
Seeming to know what affect he had on his King, Wolfram brushed his hands over Yuri who had softened in the commotion.
Not that he was not enjoying the attention; Yuri knocked Wolfram's roving hands away before they became too carried away.
Not noticing anything amiss, Günter rushed into the study. "Your Majesty, have you seen His Highness?"
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Yuri froze. His eye grew wide. His face felt like it was on fire. He had completely forgotten that Günter was in the room with them. "Uh, uhm, that is, I mean…," Yuri stuttered over a rapidly beating heart.
"Your Majesty," Günter gasped. Amethyst eyes went wide. "Your face is red!"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah. Yeah. It-it's nothing. Really! I'm fine. Fine!" Yuri gave a nervous laugh as he waved Günter's concerns aside.
"Wimp," came the muffled whisper from beneath the desk.
Yuri gave the voice a swift kick.
"Ow!"
Yuri smirked. He would most likely pay later for that, though.
Focusing all of his attention on Yuri, Günter seemed to, thankfully, miss the yelp of pain that had emanated from the desk. "Oh dear, Your Majesty! Are you sure? Should I call Gisela? You could be catching a cold!"
"No," Yuri yelled. He coughed and tried to calm himself down when Günter gave him a startled look. "I, uh, mean no. Günter. But thanks anyway." He laughed nervously. "It's just, uh, really stuffy in here." To demonstrate, he pulled at the collar of his jacket. Actually, he was beginning to feel a bit warm.
"Oh!" Relieved that Yuri was not coming down with something, Günter started to make his way towards the windows with an ecstatic expression on his face. "Well then. Why don't I just-?"
"No!"
Günter gave him another startled look.
"I, uh, mean, well…," he stammered. Yuri took a deep breath and tried to gather himself. "Was there a reason you were looking for Wolfram?" he asked.
Günter looked blank for a moment before remembering the reason why he had come in search of Yuri. "Aah, yes! Gwendal is looking for him."
Yuri went white. "G-Gwendal?" he squeaked. He exchanged a panicked look with Wolfram hidden underneath the desk.
"Yes."
"W-why w-would…?"
It was not that Yuri was ashamed of his relationship with Wolfram. Just the opposite. In fact, he has never been happier. He wanted to stand at the highest point in the castle and share this happiness with the rest of the world. But it was all still so new. Wolfram was his first in every way. Because it had taken him so long to accept the fact that he was indeed attracted to boys, that he was gay, there was a part of him was still a little self-conscious. He was not completely comfortable with the idea of "coming out". Not yet.
Not only that, but if Gwendal were to ever find out that Yuri was having premarital relations with Wolfram, Demon King or not, Gwendal would have Yuri's balls on a platter with barbecue sauce and Wolfram would be locked up in the North Tower with a chastity belt.
Yuri shuddered. That was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.
Just yesterday, Wolfram had been all up in arms about having a hickey visible for the whole kingdom to see. To Wolfram, their sex life was nobody's business. It was not something up for public display. Furthermore, if the men under his command saw "it", Wolfram was afraid they would not take him seriously as a Commander. He was also a little apprehensive about what would happen when his big brother finds out. Other then that little phobia, Wolfram did not care who knew about their relationship.
Yuri knew he was a walking contradiction. He was only human after all. Well, he corrected himself, half-human. For while Yuri had not had a problem with the hickey, in fact he had felt a barbaric sense of pride over the fact that he had marqued his fiancé, there was that insecurity. It was the same hindrance that had kept him from admitting his true feelings for Wolfram.
Besides, when it finally leaked that he returned Wolfram's feelings, the entire kingdom, including both of their parents, would start planning their wedding. As much as Yuri loved Wolfram and even though he planned to spend the rest of his life with the fiery blond Demon, he had no plans of getting married any time soon. He was only eighteen. Technically, he was still just a high school student.
"-jesty? Your Majesty?"
"Huh?" Yuri blinked. "Oh!" He blushed. "Uhm…did you say something, Günter?"
Günter frowned. "Are you sure you are alright, Your Majesty?"
"Fine! Fine! I'll, uh, be sure to tell Wolfram you are looking for him." Yuri forced a smile on his face all the while his heart was beating a millions miles a second and his uniform was glued to his body by the buckets of sweat he was shedding.
"Oh. Okay." Looking uncertain and disappointed at being dismissed, Günter quietly left the study, making sure to close the doors behind him.
Yuri sagged down into the chair in relief as he waited for his heart rate to return to normal.
Wolfram crawled out from underneath the desk.
"Sorry, Wolf," Yuri sighed.
Wolfram opened his mouth to retort, but for the second time that day, the study doors were flung open. They crashed once again into the bookcases with solid thuds.
Startled, Yuri jumped with a yelp.
An avalanche of books toppled to the floor as the doors swung back. Gwendal stormed into the study and grabbed the doors before they could smash into him.
Onyx eyes going wide, Yuri broke out in a nervous sweat. Uh, oh, he thought with a wish that he were somewhere else.
Bright emerald eyes went wide. "Big brother," Wolfram stuttered.
Gwendal's gaze went from his baby brother to the Demon King. He narrowed his gaze dangerously.
But before he could utter a single word, Lady Celi rushed into the study with a flourish and practically spilling out of her black gown. "I heard! Oh! My little Wolfie!" She grabbed Wolfram and smothered him against her breasts. "I'm so proud of you!"
"Mother," Wolfram protested. His face was turning a deep crimson.
Yuri was not sure if Wolfram was just embarrassed by his mother's version of public displays of affection or if Wolfram was being choked to death. He opted for the latter.
The sound of chuckling drew everybody's attention.
"Conrad," Yuri greeted as his brown haired godfather stepped into the study.
"Mother is just excited," Conrart explained.
Lady Celi released Wolfram and clasped her hands together. "I thought this day would never come!"
Coughing, Wolfram stepped away from his mother and tried to relearn how to breathe.
"She must have overheard when I was speaking with Gwendal earlier."
Yuri gazed at the man who named him in confusion. "Conrad?" What was going on?
"We must plan the wedding at once," Lady Celi gushed.
Both Yuri and Wolfram turned towards the ex-Demon Queen. "What?!"
"Now look here Mother," Wolfram objected.
"Now Wolfram," Lady Celi huffed.
Suddenly understanding, Yuri dropped down in the chair with a cry and hung his head in his hands. Why did these things always happen to him?
…To Be Continued…