Hai guys...So its been the best part of a month and I haven't updated, I'm Sorry, I'M SORRY! T^T but after London anime con and all my studies for exams and stuffs, I have been so tired and busy and I've wrote this particular chapter so many times and redone it (I still can't decide whether I should turn it into an M rated story or not ~ my mind hasn't decided yet ^^;
So all the usual warnings including Murata, OOC general bad fic-ness and the generic Disclaimer that I DO NOT OWN!
I hope that you likes this chapter ~ I'd rather write a Five chapter story thats decent and that I finish rather than a Thirty Chapter one that I end up giving up on, anyways ~
Wolfram and Yuuri walked outside and advanced towards the waiting carriage.
The black haired man turned to the people standing in the doorway, waving them off.
Little Greta smiling like a cherub, Rue and Edward smirking with their thumbs up, the cook mouthing a good look and his three maids in the in the background placing bets as to the outcome, he smiled, but inside he was wincing.
They arrived at the restaurant in record time and as soon as they entered into the grand room, Yuuri noticed that everyone's gaze was upon a certain blonde and himself.
Wolfram looked uncomfortable due to it and as soon as they were seated, Yuuri decided to find out why.
"What's with you?" he whispered leaning across the table to the blonde that was pulling a sulking face.
"They're all looking at us!" Wolfram scowled.
"I'd of thought you to be the type that enjoyed people looking at you." Yuuri chuckled to himself, the blonde picked up the paper menu momentarily before slapping it back down onto the table.
"You're an idiot." He hissed. "We look like a couple."
"I don't think we do, and secondly we're both single so it doesn't really matter." Yuuri smiled, ever the voice of reason.
"It does matter! There'll be rumours!" Wolfram snapped a light flush coming across his features.
"And that matters because?" Yuuri asked in a bored tone.
"Don't you know who I am?" The blonde seethed.
"Yes," Yuuri smirked, "You're my annoying brat of a baby-sitter." He watched the blondes eye twitch at his remark and kept quiet letting the insult sink in.
"No you Wimp! I'm a Von Bielefeld, an heir of the most powerful family in Europe."
"I am quite aware of who and what you are Wolfram, and it appears that my company does also."
Yuuri smiled although, underneath a small amount of dislike was brewing.
"I did not give you permission to call me by my first name you wimp!" Wolfram snapped and kicked Yuuri in the shin sharply; jolting the table and causing the other to both glare and wince.
"Oh sorry your Highness, I didn't realise I needed your permission now, after all you're so much better than me aren't you and I'm such a wimp who's a complete nothing in this world. Because after all you have a business and children and you don't survive on what your parents left for you to inherit at all do you Mr Von Bielefeld." Yuuri glowered, mainly pissed off because he was in a fair bit of pain and would most likely have a nasty welt of a bruise the next morning.
The rest of the evening went awkwardly slowly, no matter how many times the black haired father attempted to engage in conversation the blonde refused to talk to him and when another banker, one of which was competing for the blonde's wealth with Yuuri, came over the blonde was purposefully friendly and amicable.
Eventually after a mostly painful and regrettable evening out, they arrived back at Yuuri's residence, the rain was coming down hard and whilst Yuuri went to confide in his greatest ally- his cook, Wolfram went straight upstairs without a sound.
Advice about apologising was what he got and Yuuri quickly headed to his room ready to get back on 'decent' terms with the blonde.
Firstly he was going to get him into his bed and hug him, not in a cuddly, romantic sort of way or in a groping way like Murata would have suggested, but in a friendly, comforting form.
Next he was going to pull them down almost completely under the covers and tuck the blonde's head under his chin so that he could apologise continuously into his soft and pleasant smelling hair until he was forgiven and tell him how grateful he was that the blonde had been so nurturing towards his children.
And then, he was going to sleep, holding the younger boy so that he wouldn't writhe around like he had a little during the night previously, so that he didn't receive anymore unnecessary bruises and in the morning he was going to ask the blonde if he could be introduced to some foreign acquaintances, so the blonde didn't have to join up with his banking company, in an appeasing win/win deal.
It was perfect! He waltzed into his room ready to put his plans into action but was missing the one main ingredient to his recipe – Wolfram.
Yuuri strode with worry to the spare room and was greeted as he opened the door with a tired, pissed off and packed blonde.
"What are you doing," Yuuri said nonchalantly although he had a pretty good idea of what was happening.
"Leaving." Wolfram stated, attempting to get past the taller, older man and managing after several attempts.
"It's almost midnight, no carriages run at such a time and in this weather as well." Yuuri sighed, following the stubborn blonde down the stairs and tried to prevent him from reaching the door.
"I don't care! I'll walk!" Wolfram swung him out of the way and opened the door, firstly being hit by the cold and the almost horizontal rain and then having the door quickly slammed shut by the other, wrenching the doorknob from his hands.
"You're not, especially in this weather." Yuuri snapped as if talking to an insolent child before taking the blonde's suitcase and dragging it upstairs.
The door clicked to, and Yuuri practically swore, dropping the suitcase on a single step and making sure it was secure before leaving the warmth of the building into the dark and bitter night.
Wolfram clattered down the cobbled road with his arms wrapped around himself to keep himself warm, he was completely frozen and his clothes were saturated, yet at the same time he was so upset and full of hatred that he couldn't find it within himself to do the clever thing and go back to the warmth and shelter of the other mans house, not that he could.
He was horribly lost.
Yuuri sprinted down the street looking frantically down any alley or passageway the blonde might have turned off into, the rain was coming down even more harshly now and he swore it was partially sleeted.
Wolfram stopped running and clutched at his side, his stitch was burning and his muscles were aching due to the cold, in the back of his throat there was pain, both from wanting to cry and from his laboured breathing.
He regretted his decision to leave, he should have listened and let his anger cool, but both things didn't come naturally to him in any way and so, now he was suffering and in a state of self loathing.
Loathing himself so much that as another man's arms linked around him and pulled him at the waist he didn't care of the possibilities of being raped and put into prostitution, he deserved it in his view.
About ten seconds passed before Wolfram realised his potential danger and started to panic as he was slowly dragged away from his ridged position.
He attempted to fight back but found himself seized up from cold and could only let silent and cruelly hot tears appear and blur his already poor vision.
Yuuri huffed as the blonde elbowed him in the ribs and hit him where his own stitch was burning.
He got tired of dragging the blonde and despite the coolness of clutching a cold and dripping wet to himself alongside the pain wracking his arms , hoisted the blonde off the floor and scuffed back to his house.
It wasn't until he was inside the light, warm, welcoming and familiar entrance hall did Wolfram realise where he was.
He turned swiftly to the man behind him and noticed the not only was the usually tanned Yuuri pale from cold but his lips had turned blue from chill and that made his stomach hurt with its both sinking yet butterfly like feeling.
No-one else he knew would go to such an extent to ensure his safety and because of that he felt awful for causing the other man so much stress.
Yuuri sighed and peeled off his saturated coat and hanged it on a peg having to use more effort than usual.
Wolfram stared at the others attire and further felt his stomach lurch in guilt, noticing that the dampness had seeped through down to the others shirt that was clinging to his skin, despite the coat being heavy duty and designed to withstand bad weather.
Unlike his which was more of a dress coat and he already knew all his garments to be saturated.
Yuuri turned to the blonde and without resistance managed to get his practically ruined coat off him before dragging him upstairs and frantically removing his clothes and changing him into dry nightgown before changing himself.
Wolfram gave him a half glaring/ half shocked look from his position in the bed as the black haired father towelled down his damp hair vigorously.
He'd been practically manhandled and stripped bare, then towelled down and dried off before being redressed in the same pink nightgown as the night before.
Suffice to say he was a little disturbed, partially because the black haired 'wimp' as he liked to call him was actually a lot stronger than he looked, a lot stronger than him, meaning that if the other decided to take advantage he didn't have a chance in hell.
He shuddered violently at remembering the fat vision of a man that had attempted to drag him off somewhere to do unmentionable things to him and sank down under the covers further.
Yuuri lazily dropped the towel on the floor because he was way too tired to care and slumped onto the bed noticing the blonde had shifted under the covers to hide himself for some reason.
He advanced across the bed and ripped back the covers from the blonde who at first looked horrified and scared and then started scowling at him.
"I hate you!" Wolfram stated his eyes piercing black ones and he became more annoyed as the other gave him that stupid smile.
"I know you do Wolfram."
Wolframs eyes bulged in anger at the way he was addressed and he began to writhe around in order to kick the other in a painful place of sort.
"I really hate you!" Wolfram shrieked as the other pressed down on his position, making it impossible for him to kick out.
Yuuri laughed as the blonde continued to give him evils despite how flushed he'd become.
"You fancy me don't you?"
The words cut like a knife and the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
Yuuri frowned at the blonde in confusion, wondering if it was a clever ploy to get him to back off.
He gave a disconcerted 'What' although he wasn't going to 'back off' at all.
"You fancy me." Wolfram restated his emerald eyes unmoving, unblinking and intense.
Yuuri puffed air out of his nose in amusement and an entertained smile graced his lips.
"No I don't." He stated firmly and blinked, Wolfram reciprocated him as emerald eyes shut then opened also.
"Prove it."
The words slipped from his lips like honey mixed with salt.
Both delicious in its daring and competitive request but at the same time bitter in its attempt to frighten him off.
"Why should I have to prove it?" Yuuri pressed, playing along and rising to the bait.
"Because otherwise my suspicions of you being a stalker in both the way of business and emotions will be confirmed." Wolfram smiled but his eyes glinted with an evil light.
"I have never stalked you in my life and don't find you attractive in any way, shape or form. However, if I don't comply I suppose you'd both think I was more of a 'wimp' and would twist it to me wanting you in that way so how can I prove it?" Yuuri smirked, watching the blonde's expression change several times at his words.
Wolfram was being challenged.
By 'The Wimp' as well and he didn't like it at all.
He smirked as he thought of the perfect way to scare the wimp off and let his eyes almost lid.
"Kiss me." He whispered in a sultry tone and internally snickered as the black haired fathers eyes bulged and his face shot red.
"H..How will that prove I don't fancy you?" An obviously flustered Yuuri stuttered, torn between escaping the situation, but losing his pride or remaining with it but being pushed into even more discomfort.
"Because it will only be a very light thing but if you try and further it then it will be proof you want to do it with me." Wolfram whispered in a sensual but chiding voice which Yuuri found alluring yet annoyingly patronising.
"And what happens if you decide that I do fancy you?" Yuuri asked nervously fearing that he wouldn't be able to control himself.
After all, three years for a man in his prime with no sex or sexual contact was very frustrating for ones libido. [though i might just highlight that bit :'D]
"Then I'd have to evaluate how you fancy me, whether out of lust or love and then think about if it is safe for me to stay with you." Wolfram chided gently, placing a hand very lightly on the others chest causing said man to flinch and further blush at the gesture.
Yuuri exhaled and slowly moved his weight onto his elbows so he could lower himself closer to the blonde but found that in doing so he was practically lying on top of him.
He sat up and pondered as to the easiest way to do 'the act' before pulling the covers over him, leaning down to a bemused looking Wolfram, lying on top of him, sliding his hands under the blondes back and rolling so their positions were switched.
The Blonde who had been making involuntary squeaking noises due to being manoeuvred around, lifted his head from the others shoulder and using Yuuri's bed shirt pulled himself to position their lips in so they were pressed together although neither of them acted.
"Do it then." Wolfram broke the silence, his speech muffled by his lips being pressed to the others.
"But you didn't state what type of kiss," Yuuri sighed releasing his hands from the others back and shifting them upwards so they we're more upright with his back positioned by a mass of pillows.
"Just a normal kiss." Wolfram said in an annoyed tone sliding his hands up the others pectorals to his shoulders.
"Anything could be referred to as a normal kiss, depending on what you're used to." Yuuri stated then closed his lips around the others before drawing back and smirking. "Done."
Wolfram looked at him as if his head had doubled and giggled.
"You call that a kiss?" He questioned between chuckles, his cheeks flushing even darker red.
Yuuri looked at him quizzically, "Well I'm not going to do anything particularly intimate am I, else you'll accuse me of liking you."
Wolfram looked at him softly for a moment before leaning back down, tightening his hold on the other's shoulders and kissing him more forcefully.
Yuuri in shock lifted his hand to the other s cheek and grasped his hair pulling him further into it, their tongues intertwining.
A few moments later they broke apart, both looking at each other through half lidded eyes yet torn between continuing or not, partly due to pride.
Wolfram rolled off the older man and relaxed into the pillows and fell into sleep almost immediately.
Yuuri on the other hand stayed completely awake craving to kiss him again.
Morning came hard and fast, the light coming through the uncovered windows without restraint.
Yuuri groaned and shifted, noticing that for some reason whilst he felt comfortable from having Wolfram snuggled into his chest, he also felt very wary, like another presence was in the room.
...There was.
Murata.
He was sat on the chaise and Yuuri who had sat up found himself glaring at him and tightening his hold on the blonde that was just waking up.
"Morning." Murata smiled, Yuuri guessed he thought that Wolfram was with them now.
Wolfram came to and looked at Murata distastefully, clenching his hands more so onto the black haired mans bed clothes and then turning to said man in a way that suggested he wanted him gone and Yuuri complied, after all Wolfram was the one looking after his children, not Murata.
"Good morning," Yuuri smiled holding Wolfram tighter to him, "Last night we unfortunately got caught in the rain and are rather stiff."
Murata frowned as Wolfram and Yuuri cuddled closer.
"So unless it's horribly urgent we'll talk over this later." Yuuri smiled sickly watching as Murata rose.
"It's not for you." He stated monotonously, advancing towards the bed and passing the blonde an unopened envelope. "I have not opened it and for privacies sake if you wish for me to leave I will."
Wolfram quietly opened the letter and cautiously read it, painfully slowly.
A silent tear rolled down a pale cheek and Yuuri found a small shaking frame thrown into his chest, soft sobs emitting from him.
He glanced at the abandoned letter on the bed and soon after crushed the blonde against him.
Murata placed a gently hand on the blondes shoulder and patted it before exiting the room.
Leaving an overwhelmed Yuuri with a distraught blonde.
I WILL UPDATE SOON! because I know what I'm doing now! also I'm not that mean ~ mean enough to have a cliffhanger but not that mean. "
and cookies to whoever can guess what I have done to make poor Wolfie cry. (I'm sorry Wolfie I really am T^T)
