Confessions ch. 2

By Loveless1617

Author's Note: This scene IS TWO YEARS AFTER Wolfram and Klaus left Blood Pledge Castle. For now, that's really all I got to say for my A/N.

WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY EXPLICIT CONTENT BECAUSE THERE IS A RAPE (?) SCENE. [YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN...]

Chapter II

Klaus tore at the sleeve of his shirt when Wolfram tried to escape. His fingers grabbed his arms in a tight grasp, then threw him onto the bed using full force.

Wolfram clung to his body while rubbing his wrists to ease the pain.

Klaus quickly unbuttoned his shirt as he watched Wolfram with an intense gaze that caused him to quiver in his presence. He climbed onto the bed, coming at Wolfram without even bothering to turn off the lights or lock the door to their room.

Although, since they lived alone in the middle of nowhere, no one could interrupt them.

Wolfram pulled away and screamed when Klaus ripped the clothes off his body to shreds, though they weren't worth much. His hands made their way up to Wolfram's chest, which was already bruised and marked all over enough as it was. But Klaus made sure that the proof of their relationship was clear. He nipped at his bare skin here and there, leaving the occasional kiss mark when he bit hard enough.

"Ahhh~!" Wolfram cried when he felt the sting of his hands slap his ass.

"Feeling it already?" Klaus teased in a devious tone. He grabbed Wolfram's legs to pull him closer, then spread them open so he could see his erection. "You're already so dirty..." He chuckled when Wolfram tried to deny it by shaking his head.

"No, I'm not-!" He whimpered with tears in his eyes.

Klaus struck him again, hard enough that Wolfram literally flew across the bed and hit the headboard. When he tried to pull himself up, Klaus only pushed him down even more into the bed.

Wolfram shut his eyes tightly as Klaus had his way with him, feeling every breathe and every stroke to his bare skin.

"No..." Wolfram shuddered.

"Still denying that you're a slut?" Klaus asked, before giving him another slap across his face. Wolfram gasped when Klaus pulled out his large penis and held it up against his ass. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"AH~" Wolfram felt him tease his hole, when he pressed it up against his entrance and pulled back, pressed it against his entrance once again and pulled back.

"Fucking slut..." Klaus muttered under his breathe, before he propelled himself forward into his unprepared body.

"No~!"

"Shut up!" Klaus covered his mouth, holding him back from crying out.

"Kuu~" Wolfram tried desperately to shut up, but his voice refused to stay quiet.

"Such lewd sounds are coming from your mouth and ass..." Klaus said, shoving his fingers into Wolfram's mouth. His body continued to be penetrated to breaking point. All he could remember before passing out was Klaus suddenly relaxing and pulling out. He remembered feeling Klaus shake him awake with a worried expression.

Geez, this is what happens when you push yourself too much...

VVVVVV

"...ram. Wolfram!" Klaus cried, when Wolfram slowly regained consciousness.

"...Did i pass out?" Wolfram asked, noticing that his voice came out hoarse and weak.

"I'm sorry! I took it too far!" Klaus cried, hugging Wolfram in his arms when he knew that he was fully awake.

"It's okay, it's okay. I wanted it too, remember?" Wolfram reminded him, sighing as his personality did a complete 180 turn on him.

"But still... I'm sorry I have such a weird fetish!" Klaus cried again, wailing in Wolfram's arms like a child, despite his large, overgrown build.

"Like I said, I wanted it too. It feels good..." Wolfram blushed, then turned away.

Just a bit...

"Really?" Klaus asked, with large, puppy-dog eyes.

Wolfram nodded shyly.

Klaus had already cleaned him up and healed his aching body. Except for a couple of marks that bruised, he was feeling a lot better than before. Wolfram was fully dressed in his nightgown under a warm blanket that Klaus had wrapped him in when he noticed Wolfram shivering.

"I knew that I shouldn't have done it today! You looked sick before and it just got worse. You shouldn't have denied it when I asked! Stupid Wolfram..." Klaus scowled, though the reason he got sicker was mostly his fault.

Wolfram brushed his lecture aside, hoping to distract him when he crawled over and rested his head on Klaus' broad shoulders. Wolfram swung him around onto the bed, then pushed him down before settling on top of him.

"Goodnight, Klaus..." Wolfram whispered, happily.

"Geez, you always avoid being lectured like this..." Klaus muttered, though he couldn't help but let Wolfram have his way. "Goodnight, Wolfram." Klaus kissed him goodnight, then fell asleep.

When he knew he was asleep, Wolfram opened his eyes, taking a peek at Klaus' face. He traced his fingers from his cheekbones down to his lips, then to his nose and then to his lips again before he decided to kiss him back. Klaus flinched in his sleep, but Wolfram knew he wouldn't wake up, being the deep sleeper that he was.

Wolfram laid back down on his chest, his whole body rising and falling with every breathe that Klaus took.

He giggled.

He really is like an oversized puppy...

His thoughts turned from Klaus to Yuuri.

...So much like Yuuri used to be...

Wolfram still couldn't forget Yuuri; much less what he did to him when he decided to leave him. He really thought that Yuuri was the one he'd spend the rest of his life with, but Yuuri really was just never going to fall in love with him.

"...that asshole..." He swore, then bit his lips. He sighed before shutting his eyes.

Why am I still in love with you...?

He reflected back on the past two years.

At first, the pain was almost unbearable.

Wolfram remembered not lasting a day without thinking about Yuuri and the way he was infatuated with everything about him: the way Yuuri sometimes petted his head, gently, whenever he knew that it was just a small thing he could do to make him happy; or the way he always made him laugh with his idiotic ways of making people smile. And for what it was worth, he always loved him for it.

But because of Yuuri's stupid affair, one that Wolfram never even saw coming, he had to leave the castle, his family, and Greta, all because of Yuuri's stupidity.

And because of all the things Yuuri could do to hurt him the most, that was it.

And he did it.

Wolfram remembered crying himself to sleep every night just because he felt like it-every single day. There was not one moment in that time where Wolfram wouldn't be reminded of Yuuri. And he would cry all the time remembering it.

The only thing that helped him a bit was his time spent with Klaus.

Because he was the one person that could've distracted him of the chaos in his love life. Klaus was just so sweet and caring, and he really did love him. If anything, that was all that mattered.

So, whether it was a good thing or a bad, over time, he stopped remembering Yuuri. Some minutes of not thinking about him turned to hours, and the hours turned to days-

He'd gone days, sometimes, without thinking about him.

And he was proud that he'd gotten over him.

It was just on days like this, where he laid in his weakened state, that he caught himself thinking about Yuuri. And recently, it had been happening more and more-

The number of days his body suddenly collapsed of exhaustion increased over the last few weeks, even though he wasn't doing much. Or at least, nothing more than the usual: with a bit of exercise and training, house chores, and snuggling with his lover.

But Klaus wouldn't even let him do any work anymore, and forced him to relax while he did everything.

Even though Wolfram insisted, Klaus wouldn't take it.

With a bit of a smile, Wolfram's attention returned back to his love for the two.

He loved Klaus: he was sweet, charming, handsome, smart, and made him happy.

And Yuuri was just a cruel, cheating, wimpy king who'd always run from his problems.

But he had to admit, he still loved him...

...But just a little bit...

VVVVVV

Now that Wolfram was finally better, the next day, Klaus decided that they should go out to town, since they hardly ever go there.

"Plus, you need the fresh air," Klaus said, opening all the windows to their room and letting the sun shine through.

"Ugh... turn off the lights~" Wolfram muttered, sleepily tossing and turning in his half-conscious mind.

"Haha, still the same as ever..." Klaus laughed, then walked over to him. "Wake up!" He smiled, playfully hitting Wolfram with a nearby pillow.

"Ow~ I'm up, I'm up!" Wolfram groaned, then sat up.

"Haha, you have bed hair," He pointed, then straightened Wolfram's hair for him.

"So nosy..." Wolfram pouted, then smiled. He jumped on top of him and pushed Klaus down on the bed. "What are we eating for breakfast?"

"Breakfast? You slept through breakfast. It's already past noon." Klaus frowned, but only teasingly. He smiled again, then picked Wolfram up in his arms and carried him all the way through their mansion and to their dining room table.

"By the way, the maids from the main mansion are coming today to clean while we're out." Klaus said.

"Today? But they always come tomorrow..."

"I'm thinking about making them come more than once a week, since you seem to be getting tired and sick lately. It's not too much to ask, so it'll be fine."

"I already said I'm not sick!" Wolfram said, playfully hitting his lover on the shoulder.

"Ow, I'm holding you, you know. If I drop you, it's not my fault."

"You don't have to make them come! I can do the chores on my own, at the very least!" Wolfram said.

"Well, I don't want to do the chores either," Klaus said, in his childish voice, which made Wolfram pout. He knew Klaus thought he was overworking him, and that's the reason why he was always tired. But Klaus would always say things like that to make it look like it wasn't Wolfram's fault, when Wolfram knew it was.

Geez, I'm not that tired, stupid-head...

"And now, we're at the table!" Klaus announced, pulling Wolfram out of his thoughts. Wolfram jumped out of his arms and sat at his seat. Klaus took a seat at the head of the table and showed off the results of his amazing cooking skills. "It's a whole chicken baked in vegetables and rice. There's oven-baked bread with honey and freshly cut fruit on the side." He poured some on Wolfram's plate and poured some for himself.

"...you're always so excited whenever you cook..."

"Cause you always say it tastes good!" Klaus said, popping a bottle of champagne and pouring some into each of their wine glasses.

"Champagne?" Wolfram held the glass in his hands. "What's the occasion?"

"hehe, I just wanted some..." Klaus tapped his glass with his and took a sip.

"You're so..." But Wolfram smiled, and took a sip.

It's just the way he is...

"Wolfram!" Klaus shouted, waking Wolfram up from his sleep.

"I'm up!" Wolfram shouted back, then took a step out of the carriage. They had quickly finished their meal and washed up before getting on the carriage and headed for town. And as usual, the bazaar of the town was always buzzing with excitement and people. If it hadn't been for the huge attractions nearby, it probably wouldn't be so hectic...

While Klaus told the carriage driver to pick them up in an hour at this exact location, Wolfram took a look around the marketplace and the items a nearby stand sold. There were elixirs, magic potions, and healing stones crafted into different designs.

"What're you looking at?" Klaus asked, coming up from behind.

"Ah!" Wolfram screamed, jumping at the sound from behind him.

"Haha~ What? You were scared?"

"Y-You just surprised me. Anyways, let's go~" Wolfram said, tugging at Klaus' arm and pulling him along.

After walking around the marketplace and buying different types of clothes, foods, and other necessities, they rested at a small pub.

"OH, I forgot. I need to go buy something!" Klaus said, rushing out the door. "You're okay with waiting for me here, right?"

"W-What?"

"Good! I'll be back in a sec!" He said, running out the door.

"B-But!" But he was already gone. "Geez, what the hell..." Wolfram sat back down and drank his cup of water.

He knows I hate places like this... Is he just teasing me again?

Wolfram looked around and peered through the windows, to see if Klaus was just waiting outside and laughing at the sight he made whenever his awkwardness got the best of him, like he did last time.

And whenever Wolfram rushed out after realizing, Klaus would just tell him that, "Someone like you really doesn't fit in a place like that, huh?" And while still laughing, Wolfram would've asked him, "what do you mean, 'someone like you'." And Klaus would always smile and reply, "Someone so noble, sweet, and so beautiful..."

Of course, that always just led to-

Wolfram blushed.

Never mind-

What the hell am I thinking?

After taking another sip of water, he decided to eavesdrop on the conversation next to him:

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. I heard that his child wasn't really his child. Turns out that the wife was with someone before and it was that guy's. If anything, she probably said it was his so that she'd be supported with his wealth."

"My god, who the hell does she think she is?"

"Exactly; women like her..." He shook his head.

"So what's the husband gonna do now?"

"He's divorcing her. And good thing, too. Honestly, I heard that he only married her because of that child. To think that it wasn't his, you've gotta pity the man."

"Poor guy; and he's the Maou too!-..."

And with that, Wolfram stood up.

"What?" He screamed.

The others next to him jumped in shock.

"W-What?" The man asked, looking at Wolfram.

"What are you talking about?" Wolfram sat next to them.

"What, you didn't hear? The whole town's been talking about it." One of the guys said.

"It's true; the Queen- well, the Maou's ex-wife now, her child isn't the Maou's."

"She's probably just a whore." The lady said.

"Probably? Of course. And it's terrible, to think that the Maou, who's so young, has to have been taken by someone like her." The guy spat.

Wolfram collapsed into the back of his chair.

Yuuri...

"Yeah, yeah. And the Maou's family is holding some kind of royal ball to look for a new queen. Apparently, all the nobles are invited and a lot of the ladies are going to trying to get the spot."

Wolfram walked out of the pub in shock.

He couldn't believe that Yuuri was divorced now. And a new queen? Already?

Was Yuuri always so...?

"Excuse me, can I see the rings you have?"

"Is it an engagement present? A wedding ring?" The lady asked.

"I'm proposing,"

"Oh, really? An engagement ring then?" She looked around for a couple of rings and set them on the table.

After a look, he selected a diamond crested ring with a real, shimmering, fire-like ruby as its centerpiece. He held it up to the lady and asked her to help him make it look good.

The lady smiled, then put it in a fancy, dark heart-shaped ring box and placed it inside.

"I wish you luck," she said, bowing and handing him the ring inside the ring box.

"Thanks," he said, quickly making his way back to the pub.

Now that they arrived back home, Klaus helped Wolfram get out of his coat and handed it to a maid.

Ever since Klaus picked him up from the pub, Wolfram had been awfully quiet. Even on their way home, he hasn't said a word, and didn't look like he wanted to be bothered.

When they made it to their room, Wolfram just went straight for bed.

Deciding it wasn't the right time to propose, Klaus hid the ring in his pocket and went to the door, watching the maids leave and thanking them for agreeing to come a few more times a week. When he closed the door, he noticed a scroll placed on top of a table. He picked it up and unrolled it, reading it through in shock...

"...Wolfram?" Klaus asked, sitting on the bed.

"..."

"Wolfram? Wake up." Klaus said, shaking him awake.

"...I'm already awake..." Wolfram muttered, then sat up. "What?"

"...um, I think you should read this..." Klaus said, handing him the letter.

"...What is it?" Wolfram asked, taking it in his hands. He unrolled it and read the following letter:

Addressed to: Lord Klaus von Eichel

You and your family are cordially invited

to a royal, masquerade ball where I,

the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku,

Shibuya Yuuri Harajuku Furi,

request the honor of your presence

on Saturday, the nineteenth of August,

Two thousand and ten

at six o' clock in the evening

at Blood Pledge Castle.

The courtesy of a reply

is requested by August 15, 2010

M _

_ will attend

_ not able to attend

"W-What...?"

"You probably haven't heard, but Yuuri-heika divorced his wife a couple of weeks ago." Klaus whispered, not knowing that Wolfram had already heard the news.

"..."

"...And it wouldn't say, but he's probably going to search for a new partner at the ball..."

"...!"

"...Do you want to go...?"

[End Chapter]

Author's Note: Haha, fooled you with the beginning, didn't I? :P

Just kidding...

But seriously, if you're confused, I'll just make it clear that Klaus isn't being mean to Wolfram in any way; he just happens to have a huge S/M fetish (I suppose...).

If this story is turning to a whole different direction than you thought (in a bad way) with that one scene, I promise that there won't be anymore hardcore, (...that wasn't that hardcore, was it...?) rape type of scenes.

If you liked it...

I don't know what to tell you...

XD

Review~!