WARNING! this chapter contains slight dubious-consent and some sexual content.
Wolfram's Tears
The Change
A little past midnight, Yuri and Wolfram had managed to sneak away, exhausted. They were both giggling as they stumbled into Yuri's bedroom, the small amount of whiskey they had consumed seeming to make everything hilarious.
Yuri closed the door behind him quietly, forefinger pressed clumsily to his lips as Wolfram fell back on the bed, both shushing the other between giggles.
"Sssshhhhh. Quiet. They'll know we left." Yuri warned with a grin.
Wolfram's eyes sparkled, "It's your party, Yuri. I think they'll notice." He giggled.
Yuri shook his head, feeling slightly dizzy with the motion and stumbled towards the inviting bed and its occupant.
"No. No, they won't. Everyone's completely drunk. Even Conrad!" Yuri exclaimed and then shushed himself along with Wolfram and they both giggled again. "Even Conrad." Yuri whispered loudly causing Wolfram to throw his head back in joyous amusement. Yuri shushed him with a grin. "Even Murata. They're all so drunk. Seriously, we're the soberest people here."
"Huh huh, soberesssssst. Hah hah!" Wolfram snorted, tears of laughter streaming down his cutely flushed face.
Yuri burst into fits of breathless mirth falling back alongside Wolfram, the bed practically vibrating with their combined humor.
Minutes later, when they had calmed enough that they were no longer in danger of bursting into random fits of giggles they both laid breathless and happy, side-by-side.
Yuri heard Wolfram hum happily and grinned up at the ceiling, his eyelids beginning to droop.
Yuri was almost asleep when the bed shifted with Wolfram's weight and suddenly that happy hum and warm breath was brushing against Yuri's ear.
His eyes shot open.
"Eh, Wolfram?"
That humming sound came again but this time, with Wolfram's lean body, warm and pressed snuggly along Yuri's left side, one strong leg inching leisurely across Yuri's thighs it didn't quite sound 'happy' anymore, it sounded more like… something else.
"Wolfram? What are you doing?" Yuri asked, still a little breathless.
Wolfram made another sound as he nuzzled Yuri's neck, a delicate, calloused hand caressing behind the shell of the Maoh's right ear, the slim arm attached suddenly resting across his chest, sending a shock of something down Yuri's spine, leaving his skin tingling.
"Mmn, sleepy." That sound was definitely a moan this time, and Yuri flushed so hot he began to sweat.
"Eh, b – but we're still dressed." Yuri complained weakly, frozen in place.
"Hmn, get undressed then, Yuri." Wolfram purred directly into his ear sending another shiver through the young Maoh's body.
Then Wolfram lifted his torso slowly, his arms and shoulders visibly flexing underneath the rumpled white dress shirt he wore, his cute face completely flushed with his green eyes, dark and heavy lidded.
Yuri laid still, staring wide-eyed at the seductive Mazoku, watching with a combination of rising panic and utter fascination as Wolfram hovered above him, feeling his hot breath against his face and a jean-covered leg settle either side of his hips.
Wolfram's free hand sliding up and over Yuri's abdominal underneath his black tank top, suddenly caused Yuri's brain to catch up with what was happening.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, dislodging his silver link chain from its awkward sprawl across his throat.
"Wolf, stop." Yuri chocked out, so many protests wavering on the tip of his tongue.
Wolfram's dark eyes grew closer, and so did smirking pink lips.
Yuri couldn't look away.
"Yuri." Wolfram whispered, and moaned, and begged, and praised, and yes.
Powerfully, Yuri's eyelids slammed down and he arched, head thrown back, up into the body suspended tantalizingly just a hairs breath away.
Yuri had never known that his name could sound like that, his name, which no matter how much he loved Conrad, he still hated after a childhood full of insults.
But now, his name, 'yes, say it again'.
"Yuri." Wolfram's body slid along his, rubbing in long, heavy strokes, and soft lips came down on the Maoh's gasping mouth.
Wolfram moaned and Yuri became un-frozen.
His arms immediately came around Wolfram's shirt-covered torso, feeling the soft cotton beneath his hands and against his bare arms, squeezing tightly almost as if to hold the Mazoku still.
Wolfram moaned again and pushed against the bed beneath them with his left hand to lever himself more comfortably over his Maoh, bowing his slim body, and thrusting his hips down against Yuri's.
He was all ready hard.
Yuri gasped as Wolfram licked the sweat from his upper lip, following the Mazoku's thrusts helplessly, his dick filling so fast he had headrush.
When Wolfram moved to dip his tongue between his lips, Yuri abruptly turned his head away from the unfamiliar sensation, feeling dizzy, with his arms still helplessly clinging to the sensual body on top of him.
Undeterred, Wolfram licked along Yuri's clean-shaven jawline, up to his left ear, sucking and nipping at the reddened lobe.
Yuri's breath caught and he groaned, the wet feel of tongue and sharp teeth shot straight to his dick making him writhe.
Wolfram's tongue inside was weird but also really good.
Yuri hissed and changed his grip to jean-encased thighs as they rubbed his naked hipbones raw.
The room stopped spinning after a long moment filled with hot movement and heavy breathing, and then Yuri knew with perfect clarity what was happening and what this made him.
And suddenly, Yuri was completely aware of the nails of Wolfram's right hand running along his chest down his abdominal again and again, every now and then piecing just a little deeper seemingly at random, and causing Yuri's skin to tingle with sexual electricity.
Wolfram's mouth was doing incredibly dirty and pleasing things to his ear, his hot breath fogging Yuri's lusty mind.
And Wolfram's thrusts were almost violent, filling Yuri with intense pleasure even when the rough friction was verging on painful.
Yuri could feel his orgasm coming, it was gaining on him fast but so was his fear.
What did this mean?
How had he let this happen?
What was he going to say to Wolfram after?
"Wolf, stop it." He gasped out through gritted teeth.
His fingers dug into Wolfram's thighs harshly, suddenly desperate to stop them both, but Wolfram only moaned Yuri's name and seemed to like the rough treatment.
Yuri hissed with that painful pleasure when the head of his dick fought free of his baggy jeans with Wolfram's increasingly frantic movement, feeling his belly tighten with more than just fear.
He had to stop this, and he had to stop it now.
Without giving himself time to give into his peeking pleasure-pain, Yuri took a firm grasp of the back of Wolfram's thighs, almost cupping his ass, and lifted up, turning them both and dropping Wolfram back onto the bed as if scolded.
And as he stumbled backwards away from the rumpled bed and hot blond, he wasn't entirely certain he hadn't been.
"Wha-!" Wolfram panted, sprawled on his back.
His cute face was confused.
His green eyes glassy and hooded by thick, dark lashes, his golden hair a ruffled mess, and every visible patch of skin seemed to glow with heat.
His shirt was partially unbuttoned at the top and sliding off one shoulder, his flushed neck and collarbone exposed, and also at the bottom where Wolfram's cute bellybutton was winking at him with each panting breath.
And Wolfram's jeans, although tighter then Yuri's, were also slipping down over rounded hips.
However, they were obviously caught on Wolfram's very hard appendage.
With great difficulty, Yuri dragged his gaze back up to Wolfram's face and then flinched.
Over his brief bout of confusion, Wolfram had risen up from his elbows and now looked livid.
Yuri had never seen him so angry before.
"Yuri." Wolfram growled, his usually rough voice rolling in his throat making him sound like an aggravated lion, and Yuri could only bring himself to stand frozen like a frightened gazelle.
"Yuri." Wolfram crawled towards him on the bed, on all fours with the 27th Maoh watching with wide black eyes.
The blond rose up on his knees, green eyes flashing.
"You Wimp!" he shouted, and Yuri was disorientated when the infuriated Mazoku did not then pounce on him.
Instead, Wolfram quickly turned his back to Yuri and collapsed flat on the bed, pressing his face into the bedding to muffle his screams of frustration as he struck the firm mattress with his clenched fists, kicking his legs out for good measure.
Yuri stared at the scene, immensely grateful that Wolfram had chosen to inflict his anger on the bed and not him.
Despite everything, Yuri's dick was still hard and peeking out of his jeans.
Realizing this, Yuri immediately tucked himself in and pulled his waistband up over his friction-burnt hipbones which were beginning to itch, and tugged his tank down as well, feeling hot with embarrassment.
He knew he was a Wimp, tonight had proven it.
His only consolation, at least it was no longer his birthday.
The day had passed hours ago.
It took awhile, but soon Wolfram's rigid form became slack with fatigue.
A little while afterwards, Yuri shifted against the chest of drawers he was leaning against, looking longingly towards the bed for more reasons than one.
He was exhausted and, thankfully no longer hard.
All he wanted to do now was go to sleep, preferably with Wolfram beside him and everything back to normal.
However, he wasn't quite stupid enough to believe it was a possibility right now.
His heart clenched in protest and he swallowed hard, feeling sick at the thought he had ruined everything beyond repair.
Yuri jumped when Wolfram sat up and brushed his thick mane of hair back from his sweaty face.
Yuri's heart was pounding in his ears as he waited for Wolfram to look at him, but when he did Yuri felt his heart plummet.
Wolfram was no longer furious, however the sadness in his glassy eyes was somehow much, much worse.
Yuri stared into those tired green eyes as Wolfram licked his swollen lips and sniffled, bringing Yuri's attention to his glistening face and Yuri realized with a start, sweat was not the only moisture wetting Wolfram's cheeks.
Yuri's heart beat painfully in his belly.
"Wolf –" Yuri started not knowing what he was going to say, and he never got the chance to find out.
"Why, Yuri?" Wolfram questioned on a whisper and Yuri instantly shut his mouth, looking lost. "Why couldn't you've given me just this one thing?"
Yuri's dark brow furrowed in confusion, "Wolfram… we shouldn't have done this. We're both drunk. It's not right."
"What's not right, Yuri?" Wolfram asked dully, he looked so tired. "What is it that we did that wasn't 'right'?"
Yuri hesitated and licked his lips. "We're both drunk." He repeated, feeling helpless and desperate. "It's not right to do those kinds of things when we've been drinking alcohol."
"And if we hadn't been drinking?" Wolfram looked across the bedroom at Yuri, his eyes intense. "Would you have even let me touch you at all?"
Yuri hesitated again, and immediately saw how much his doubt hurt Wolfram by the way his blank expression crumbled slightly.
Yuri stammered to defend himself. "B- But we haven't even kissed yet! You're just moving too fast. We're moving too fast! This is all really sudden!"
Now Wolfram just looked annoyed, and Yuri was actually relieved to see the familiar ire burning in those green eyes, anything was better than the soul-crushing sadness that came before.
"'Sudden'?! Four years is not 'sudden'! And I tried to kiss you but you denied me! Just like with everything else, you denied me! So don't stand there and tell me 'we're moving too fast'! Trees grow faster than you move, you WIMP!" Wolfram rose again to his knees, his fists clenched at his sides.
Yuri bristled even as he feared for his life.
"Four years isn't that long since I was only fifteen when we met. And the first year doesn't count anyway, I only started taking our engagement seriously after I turned sixteen –"
"Really." Wolfram said dryly, sounding so spoilt it took a long moment for Yuri to remember there had been a time when Wolfram used to talk like that every time he opened his mouth.
A long time ago it seemed regardless of what Yuri had just said.
"That's sure news to me, Wimp. I had no idea that you took our engagement 'seriously' now." Arms crossed and green eyes glared daggers at him.
Now Yuri scowled. "Hey! I've been trying to show you how much I care, but you always make it so difficult. And it's not like you've been making much of an effort lately, anyway."
"Me?!" he gasped, his cute face contorting with outrage.
He got off the bed and to his feet to stand rigid an arms-length from where Yuri remained.
"How much effort do you need me to keep up, Yuri?! How many times must you reject me before you agree that it's enough and I can walk away?!"
"I'll never agree to that!" Yuri exclaimed, shocked that Wolfram would even ask that, it sounded like Wolfram was asking Yuri to let him go.
No. Never.
"What more can I offer you, Yuri?!" Wolfram demanded with his arms spread-wide, presenting his whole self to his Maoh like a sacrifice.
Yuri didn't like the comparison. "If you were any other man, you would've had me and turned me away by now."
That got Yuri's blood boiling. "And you think that's right?! You're angry at me because I'm not treating you like – some kind of – of sex object?!" he fumed.
"I WISH YOU WOULD!" Wolfram flailed his arms, his eyes wild.
Yuri stopped breathing.
Wolfram's eyes suddenly flooded with tears and all the fight seemed to drain from him.
Yuri hated himself at that moment.
"I wish you would use me. Then, at least I'd know that you wanted me. Even if… just for that."
Yuri stared blankly at the spot on the carpet where Wolfram's bare feet had been as he listened to his bedroom door slam shut.
Several shallow breaths later, the room blurred and his cheeks felt unexpectedly damp.
He could feel the room closing in around him.
Even curling himself up as small as possible on the soft-carpeted floor didn't help to relieve his feeling of suffocation.
NEXT CHAPTER: Yuri goes looking for Wolfram...
the next chapter will contain some serious manpain on Yuri's part but please don't worry!
This is NOT an overly angst-filled story!