Title: The Retrieval: Trust

Chapter 3: Where mistrust begins…

Written by: Lisse08

Warning: Rated M for this chapter

Wolfram took deep breathe, heaving in and out to calm down. It was nullified. His chest was tight, a heavy weight, filled with all the pent-up anger that wasn't released. He stared hard at the reddish flame that was dancing feebly in the torch. It didn't calm him down as it usually did. The charm simply wasn't working.

Yuuri was exaggerating.

He was treating him as if he is a sick person. Even as his king, he has absolutely no right to restrict his movement.

A knock on the door interrupted his trains of thought.

Wolfram drew his chin up from his knees as the door opened. Upon seeing the person, he turned away.

"Wolfram." The black-haired boy gingerly took his steps in.

He was not to be forgiven that easily.

Bearing this on his mind, Wolfram did his best to ignore him by tossing the thick blanket over his body and lied back down onto the bed, pretending to sleep.

"Look," Yuuri reasoned, his legs carrying him nearer to the bed. "I'm not trying to make your day difficult for you. You have to understand that I'm doing this for your sake."

"For my sake? Which part of this is 'for my sake'?" Wolfram suddenly sat up. The bed bounced. The silky cover slithered from his nightgown, letting it pooled around his legs.

"I don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm not a porcelain doll. Don't treat me like one!"

"I told you it's nothing like that!" Yuuri inflated his voice to a higher pitch, something that he didn't intend for.

"Don't you control my life, Yuuri," The emerald glares burnt into him.

"I…" It was tiring. Their quarrels were always meaningless. He loved how bratty his Wolfram is. But sometimes, dealing with this fight worn him out.

"I love you, Wolfram." The charm was reactivated. Wolfram drew in a sharp breathe, unnoticeable by others. He let his eyes trained on the king, not replying his declaration.

Yuuri stepped in closer. The prince merely looked at him with a sharp-piercing glance.

"I want my freedom, Yuuri."

He was now standing in front of Wolfram. 'I'm sorry… How I wished to tell you the truth, but from the moment you lost account of everything of our past… I was forbid by Tesca from telling you anything related to those memories… I am not supposed to confuse you.'

He leaned onto the bed, crawling over to his fiancé. Wolfram cringed, his heart stopped while looking up. Yuuri was officially on top of him. His whole body seemed to be immersed in the dark. He felt like sinking all the way down. His determination broke into pieces.

"Yuuri…"

Watching his fiancé face, Yuuri couldn't help but leaned in and sealed the pink lips. Wolfram closed his eyes responsively at the contact, his head hitting the bed. Smiling, Yuuri cupped the blonde's face and gently kissed. Butterflies were forming in his stomach. All quarrels were forgotten instantly. 'Damn it.' He cursed inwardly. He knew sex was his weak point. And Yuuri knew exactly how to use it to its fullest advantage.

He promptly nailed Wolfram down into the mattress. His hands were travelling south to undo the buttons. His lips were kissing down, grazing at the skin, biting down the neck. He wanted to leave marks on Wolfram. Wolfram's head turned sideways in his position, shuddering and squirming. While Yuuri bit on his neck, he bit down on his own lips. He didn't really approve of the idea Yuuri leaving those hijacks on him. He wasn't fond of the idea being discovered by his brothers or any other people about it. But he let him.

Wolfram moved his hands, working on the king's buttons. Yuuri continued to nibble on his jawbone. He didn't even realize it until he felt his clothes became loose all of a sudden. Pulling away from his fiancé, he stared down at his own bared chest. He then gazed back at the flushed Wolfram, disbelief written all over his face. Grinning evilly, Yuuri leapt back again. Crushing his lips with the blonde, nearly making the latter cried out, he returned the favor. Fumbling furiously with the disturbing buttons, he pinned Wolfram down while savoring the taste in his mouth. Wolfram did not lose his, he squirmed through his eyes, through all the bliss pleasure, he saw the black clothes. He hands reached towards the edges and started tugging, helping the king to discard it. Soon afterwards, he found himself exposed as well.

Yuuri smirked. Wolfram had no time to ask about it, but he knew it was definitely related to something that will make him cum every time he made that face. Without doubts, Yuuri bent down towards his naked chest, and sucked on his nipples. Wolfram gasped.

"Yuuri..." Wolfram pushed at his chest, not wanting to give in but his body was twisting at the contact.

"Agh…" He was short of breath.

Annoyed, Yuuri reached out and pinned the wrist back onto the bed and continued to grip his teeth against the nipples. He was smirking inwardly at his fiancé's moaning that was growing louder and desperate. His grip tightened to a level of death gripping as his fiancé was making every effort to twist out of it. He licked, sucked, before proceeded to tease with the other one which had already hardened.

He released his hands, allowing them to move down to take off the black linen of underwear. Slipping them down the slim legs, dropping onto the ground, he stared at the erected arousal with awe. Blushed, Wolfram's palm reacted and slapped Yuuri over his left cheek.

Yuuri looked up at the blonde's face before smiling.

"I accept."

"Yuuri! No!" Wolfram gasped yet again as Yuuri took his length into his palm. He stroked it gently, watching the blonde sucking for breath, his face turned even redder. Growling, Wolfram intended to give his fiancé another good slap. But his position didn't give him any advantage. Yuuri had crawled down further, his mouth replacing his hands.

"Yuu…" His eyes shut tight, his head thrashed back reflectively. His hands reached over the bed cover, tightening around them. Yuuri's licking was making him losing control. He was burning all over.

"S—St…" Yuuri ignored. His tongue found the slit among the length, giving it a good suck, the drips seeping out from the reddish tips. Wolfram's legs were trembling in his hands. He could feel them. He sucked more, harder, and at the same time, hearing Wolfram's "Aghh" filling the chamber. It turned him on.

Pulling his mouth out, he looked at the breathless blonde.

"Wolf."

"Yuuri!" Wolfram shouted at the touch behind the cracks of his ass. It was tingling, especially when Yuuri being careful to only touch his skin with his fingertips softly.

"I'll be careful."

"I… AHHH!" He gripped on the king's shoulder when Yuuri suddenly invaded into him, stretching his muscles. Tears dropped.

Yuuri kissed softly on his forehead, asking for apologies. He soon started out a in and out movement, entering his fiancé deeper and deeper with each thrust, the blonde twisting in the bed and soon giving in.

"A…Ahhh… Yuuu… rrii.. umm… " He moaned and panted between his breathe. He was going to come. Wolfram was leaving Yuuri in an equal state. His breathing were rapid, beads of sweats were forming on his forehead.

He pulled the blonde's body, so that Wolfram sat up in his lap. Turning him over, he held Wolfram in his chest and started to thrust in again.

He knew he hit it, when he felt a jerk in his arms.

"W—wai..wait…" Wolfram pleaded, his head down. Yuuri held him closer, whispering his words into his fiance's ears. Wolfram shivered.

He thrust it again, ensuring that he didn't miss the spot. Wolfram's tightened his fingers around Yuuri's forearms, his body bent backwards, cowering into Yuuri's. He lost it when Yuuri increased his speed. Feeling the tightness warmth enclosing around his arousal, Yuuri crossed his arms around Wolfram, following Wolfram shortly after his orgasm. They fell down into the bed, side by side. Wolfram caressed his king's cheek gently, smiling in satisfaction as Yuuri leaned over to kiss him, whispering the same words again. Wolfram blushed and pushed the cheek off, knowing that it was unfair for Yuuri, he muttered back a 'me too' after a full five seconds.

Even so, Yuuri was satisfied. He snuggled his fiancé's into his chest again and they drifted off together.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

"Why won't you just make up your mind??"

What..?

"That's not the issue. Wolfram, could we just drop that?"

"No, we can't. I want an answer, today and now. I'm tired of waiting. I have given you enough time, Yuuri. But you never seem to understand my love."

"Wolfram, I'm a bit tired now… If we can just discuss this tomorrow, I will definitely give you an answer that you satisfied with."

"WIMP! YOU JUST CAN'T LOVE ME, CAN YOU?"

"Don't call me a wimp!"

"You are a wimp, Yuuri! Are you implying that you regret giving me that slap?"

"Yes. If there's one thing that I regret, it would be the slap!"

Eh…?

With a jerk, Wolfram's eyes opened in shock. His heart was thumping fiercely. He looked over at the king who was sleeping soundly besides him, both of them naked. The smell of sex was still lingering around in the room. It was just a dream. But why does he felt like it was not merely a dream? They were so real, he could feel the pain on his heart right here, as if knifed by the king. He squeezed his bared chest and closed his eyes.

The dream can't be true, right?

Yuuri wouldn't regret this slap, right…?

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

"Wolf." The sunlight poked at his eyelids, forcing him to open them. Despite this, it was a kiss to his lips that truly swept away his sleepiness. His stomach lurched. Opening his eyes to its fullest, he saw the silkiness of Yuuri's body reflected back by the light, still undressed above him.

"I'm going back to Earth for a day. School's starting today."

He didn't need Yuuri to explain further. He knew the time difference between Earth and Shin Makoku are big. So, being away for a day in Yuuri's world would mean being away for a week or so in Wolfram's.

"I see." In a chorus voice, Wolfram said. "I won't do anything unfaithful so you'd better behave too, wimp."

"Do you expect a wimp to do that?" Yuuri knocked softly on the prince's head.

"No, but I do expect a wimp to accept whatever that come into his arms." Wolfram retorted and turned his head away.

"Aw… Wolfram," He reached over, his eyes looking down at the side-face of sulking Wolfram.

"Don't think of nonsense."

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

Yuuri went off to his Earth as said. He had reached his college life. After finishing his high school life (with great effort since he was travelling frequently from Shin Makoku to here, he even doubted whether if he could make it), Yuuri had himself admitted into a college nearby his house. It took him about half an hour to reach there by cycling. Since he would have done it all thorough the high school, he wasn't complaining about the transportation but it was the packing space that he needed to fight. There wasn't enough parking space for bicycle in that high school, yet, the number of students who came by that transportations were bigger than the number of parking space available. If Yuuri did not reach there in time, he would have to find other means to park it. Considering the fact that his previous bicycle was stolen by this means, placing it outside the school is quite a 'no-no' for him.

He pedaled along the roadside, increasing his speed. His bag was hanging over his shoulder. Breeze was ruffling through his hair, making wheezing sound in his ears. His thoughts drifted over to Wolfram again.

Yuuri halted his bicycle as soon as the college came into his view. After showing the guard his ID, he cycled in, following others who were walking in. He headed straight to the parking space, his heart thumping. He knew he was early, but still couldn't help worrying. Heaving out a sigh, he was lucky that his calculation was correct as he parked his bicycle into a vacant space. There were still some available spaces around him.

After locking it, he flung the bag over his back again and started walking into the building.

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

"Wolfram, where are you going?" Conrad hurriedly jogged after the prince. Wolfram pulled on the rein on his horse and turned.

"Out the castle. Gwendal needed me to investigate the robbery in the town."

Conrad frowned.

"You aren't supposed to go out, Wolfram."

"Gwendal gave me his permission. That was enough."

"Then, I'm going with you."

Surprised, Wolfram gaped at him.

"Conrad? You never offered to come with me before, so no, I don't need it. I can manage it alone."

The brunette expressed shock on his face.

"Are you saying that you'll be going by yourself?"

"What else would 'alone' mean? I had promised to give my guards a day off, and it would not look good if I force them to come back because of a simple job like this. It's just an investigation, nothing bad will happen. I don't want them to think that their commander is incapable." Wolfram spun around again.

"But Wolfram!"

He had galloped off with his horse. The anxieties in Conrad's rose. He turned around and sprinted straight towards the ban where his horse was kept.

'This isn't about incapability, Wolfram, it's about your safety!'

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

Several miles away from Shin Makoku, another prince had hooked on his cloak, a smirk formed around his lips.

"It's time," Tesca whispered, "for me to make my reappearance in Blood Pledge Castle."

He sighed. "When will you ever learn, Yuuri?"

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

The bell rang, the class had started. Yuuri broke into a run until he bumped into someone. He heard a groan which sounded like a girl. And it was familiar. He looked up and confirmed his doubts. It was Ayami.

Yes, Ayami entered the same college as he did.

Yuuri stretched out his hands, offering for help while muttering apologies. Expectedly, Ayami shot out her hands and caught hold of his without a slightest hint of eagerness. Yuuri did nothing to shove her off as he noted that it was rude to do so to a girl.

Giving her a smile as she rose to her level, Yuuri released his hands and turned, ready to go, when she tugged at him again. She hooked her arm onto Yuuri's before he could react.

"Ayami, this is college. Don't start this in school."

"This is not high school anymore, it's normal for public affection in college." A seductive smile appeared on her face. Yuuri's heart missed beats. 'Damn, why am I so nervous?!' He glanced down. She was wearing a miniskirt, her milky slender legs, her well-formed hips, a waist that could have invited any guys to hook on, ample blossom were even more pronounced in her blouse. He had never seen her wearing this kind of shirt before, considering that they were always wearing the same high school uniform. Her eyes were sparkling, her silky hair was smooth, and Yuuri had an urge to touch it. Even her lips…

He was vaguely aware of only one thing at present. The girl standing in front of him is… pretty.

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

"Wish? I just wished that I had never insulted your mum."

"And your decision…?"

"Isn't that obvious? I didn't plan to attend the dinner tonight."

Wolfram mounted from his horse, reaching the inspection place when he heard the voice. Something in his memory shifted, but he could not locate where. The images were forming. Flashes of images.

Pushing aside his thoughts, he tried to concentrate on the job on his hands. This was the outskirts of the town. He glanced around, finding the place where the robbery had occurred. According to Gwendal, the stolen gold was supposed to be delivered to the castle by afternoon, but it was robbed.

Wolfram frowned. A strange feelings of suspicious aroused. There was no trace of horse passing by before on the soiled road. What made it even more suspicious was that there seemed to be no living organism that stepped its foot onto this path. The prince was the first.

Did Gwendal give him the wrong details or did he himself hear him wrongly? No… Wolfram was sure he had not heard wrong. He was certain too, that Gwendal would not mess up. Then… is it the informer?

Wolfram paces were creating a circle on the soil. He was getting restless. This doesn't make any sense. Is this a trick to lure him out? But why?

His heart was thumping. He heard something similar to which sounded like a crack of stick that was stepped on, followed by some ruffling of the leaves. His senses opened and he was completely alert of everything that was taking place around him. The edge of his hilt was touched, hands on the ready. Wolfram braced himself, slowly turning.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

Conrad sped up. He sensed danger. He would have informed one of his followers earlier to gather more back up. Not that he was certain they would be facing enemy, but just to be prepared. Wolfram was a lot faster than he thought. Last second, he could still see the smoke twirling around on the road where his brother had passed. The next second, he saw nothing. Conrad rounded a few corners, looking around for traces of horse, but the road was not made up of soil. It was cement-patched. Nothing was left on the spot. He couldn't catch up with him at all. And now, he was lost.

He rarely cursed. This was the rare time.

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

It was horjutsu. The moment he turned, he felt a powerful force hitting him square on his back. He tried to jump away from it, but his reflections were slow. Wolfram was thrown off from his place, his body slammed against the tree. Twisted in its way, he felt his rib bones broken after the impact. Sliding down from the side branch, he gritted his teeth, bearing with the searing pain. His images were swaying. He turned, focusing on the attacker. He felt himself sinking as he made out the figures. There were at least four of them, all of which seemed like a horjutsu users. Wolfram winced again and this time he tasted some cooper in his mouth. Wiping them off with the back of his hand, he swung the sword and pointed the tip at his foes.

"Yuuri, let me ask you again…"

"Four against one, isn't that a little bit cunning of you all?" Wolfram sneered. They did not answer him, simply stared daggers at their prey.

"What is your decision?"

Wolfram concluded that none of them would take the next move, he stroke. Knowing that he might be back stabbed from behind, he gathered up his speed, aiming at the one in front of him. His sword had barely touched his enemy's flesh when his strength left him. His knees buckled and dropped. His jaw hit the solid. There was no time for screaming, Wolfram ignored the pain, flipped over his stomach to face them again. It was strange, he was weakened severely. His magic elements were leaving his body. One of the men were holding a horserki, the color was somehow different from usual. The growing light around it wasn't displaying blue, but rather, yellow. Wolfram shook his head, trying to clear the duplicating and false images. It seemed like there were more than four people in front of him. 'This is really bad…'

Not willing to give up without any fighting back, Wolfram swayed his sword. 'May be I should have listen to Conrad.' He staggered forward, as the one whom he aimed dodged aside.

There was a side slash, and the person who was previously standing left to him collapsed. Wolfram turned. Stunned, he watched wide eyed at him as he succumbed to reveal the one behind him. Relief swept over him. Conrad had come for him. While darkness claimed him, he heard the words once more, putting out all the fire within his heart.

"Wolfram… I'm sorry. If this is really the past, I will not slap you again."

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

"Do you like movie, Yuuri?" Ayami smiled. Yuuri's heart was fluttering irregularly.

"Yes."

"How about joining me for one this weekend?" Yuuri stared hard at the girl in front of him. 'Is she asking me for a date?' He had always dreamt of dating a girl, having a normal relationship like what a teenager of his age is supposed to have. But all these were before he made up with Wolfram. Now that he had Wolfram, is it wise to accept this kind of invitation? As much as he wanted to accept, he wanted to reject too. If he reject, he would miss this once in a life time chance. Since this is really the first time a girl asked him out… But if he accepts, wouldn't he be cheating on his fiancé…?

His heart was wavering…

TBC

A/N Will Yuuri betrays Wolf??

Find it out in the next chap.