Letter Sex Chapter Three

Hello, everyone! Here it is finally, the third chapter of Letter Sex (I'm seriously considering changing the name since it sounds lewd, but this is the 'M' and someone got away with naming their fic "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" which was a very 'interesting' read, so I might not change it.) Anyhoo, I ran into a bit of trouble when I realized that I got so excited over my other fic 'Requiem Mass' getting such good feedback from the reviews that I ran into 'comedic writer's block' I could only think of ways to kill people off instead of writing corny dirty letters. . I won't bore you with my rants.

I hope this chapter is as good as the others and remember feedback is very important to me because I will never write a fic my readers don't like and the only way I can assure that is if the readers tell me what's on their minds.

Please enjoy chapter three!

Hugs'n'kisses! – EB 3

To my reviewers

Zeroworkethic love your username by the way 3! Okay, okay, here's chapter three!

Yuka Hasumi I think your stories are adorable! And here's chapter three!

TheLadyPendragon Thanks for the thoughtful review. Kevin's views of Wolfram are a bit exaggerated and that's on purpose. However, I created Kevin because I got tired of the (for lack of better wording) worshipful and fangirly writing on concerning Wolfram. I just wanted a character who wasn't tripping over themselves for Wolfram, not that there's anything wrong with that style if it's your thing, but it was getting kinda old for me. As for Requiem Mass, I can't reveal too much but don't worry, I only write Yuuram and yuuram Requiem Mass shall be!

Blackhaven16 and that's exactly why I wrote Requiem Mass, I wanted to see a story where Yuuri is the one taken and Wolfram has to get him back.

-chan I KNOW! I thought it would be a two-shot too! But sadly no.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou or any of its affiliates, I simply own a DVD of episodes 41-45. If I did own KKM, it would be in the porn section, that's all I'm saying….

Warnings: corny humor, sexual descriptions, same as the other two. Not beta read.

Pairing: Yuuram and Murakev ?!?!?!?! tell me what you think people.

Chapter Three: Pen Pals 4 Ever!

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Murata Ken knew disappointment. Disappointment out of all the people he had ever known in his expansive lifetime over hundreds of countries, cities, towns, and villages, had been his most loyal and constant companion. Disappointment was a demanding and stubborn mistress that came in several forms, one was in his choice of lovers, all beginning when he gave his virginity to Shinou, which ended in him drunk and tied to the bed and talking dirty in pig Latin. Please don't ask, not even he knew how that happened or why and frankly he didn't want to know. Disappointment came in the form of betrayal, when Shinou came to him one night to tell him that in a drunken stupor he slept with that butch chick Rufus von Bielefeld and got her pregnant with what would become the ancestor of the Bielefeld family. Disappointment came in the form of bankruptcy when he had to pay Lord von Wincott forty-five gold pieces for betting that Rufus was indeed a gay male and not a woman as Wincott had insisted.

Which was just wrong. He was the Great Sage! Great Sages don't lose bets!!! It was a fluke and he let Wincott win. He didn't need the money. He'd get Shinou to pay that bill.

Disappointment came in a final recent form when he finally made it back to the Shinou temple to watch the fun unfold as the young Lord von Bielefeld opened his fiancé's never to be read filthy sex letter and the ensuing chaos that would probably end in the young king's untimely death. Why did he find death so entertaining? Maybe it was because he himself could not technically die, so he did it vicariously through others in morbid fascination.

He arrived only to find that Shinou had gotten there first and was using Ulrike's mirror to spy into the priestesses' changing room. In light of these events and that fact that he had already seen the priestesses naked (it wasn't THAT special), he decided to check in at Blood Pledge Castle and see what everyone else was up to.

Murata was walking past Yuuri's office to see if Gwendal was in and if Yozak had sent a reply to his letter containing a picture of a cat sitting at a computer with the caption "In Yur Fontz Makin up Wurdz, Yo!" As he passed by the slightly ajar oak doors he heard a soft cooing from within the huge office.

A cooing?

Murata inquisitively opened the door and his black eyes lit up when he saw the little resilient pigeon sitting quietly upon the windowsill staring expectantly at the Sage, waiting for him to take the little scroll tied around his skinny ankle. The scroll bore the official royal seal of the Fire Mazoku Division of the King's Army. Murata almost did a face vault when he saw the little gold stamp holding the letter closed. 'He actually replied?

Several thoughts ran trough the Sage's head. He shouldn't have sent the letter. What if Wolfram was angry and disgusted and wrote back to tell 'Yuuri' as much. He really should have just laughed and left the letter where he found it. Should he let Yuuri find it? Then he'd be caught red handed. He couldn't allow that. What did Wolfram write?

Finally deciding that letting Shibuya find out about the letter through Wolfram's angry reply would lead to an unnecessary conclusion, He called out to the pigeon, who sat patiently on the sill.

"Hey, there little guy. Here Pigy, Pigy.."

Beady black eyes stared at the Sage indignantly as if the creature was saying "pigy?" with a raised eyebrow.

As if responding to the bird's unarticulated thought, Murata gave a sheepish smile. "Right, lame. How about this? Watcha got there little guy?"

Now the pigeon looked downright insulted. 'I've been in this line of work for two years, I've survived hurricanes, arrows, fire balls, falcons, owls, hawks, tornados, lightening and a plague and you have the nerve to talk to me like I'm some mere stool pigeon meant for your amusement. What the hell do you think I got here? Crabs? And it's Captain Christophe the Pigeon the Third to you, heathen!'

Murata inwardly winced at the silent rant directed at him from Captain Pigeon communicated to him through the proud bird's sharp eyes.

"Eh, gomen?" 'but what am I apologizing for?' Murata gave another sheepish grin.

'hmph!' Captain Pigeon hotly turned his little feathered head away from the Sage. 'you better be 'gomen'!'

"Ahem, let's try this again, may I see the letter, Mr. Pigeon?"

'Captain Pigeon! And no, it's for his majesty!' Murata couldn't tell for sure, but he had the inkling that the bird was scowling at him.

"Aw, come on, little dude." Murata tried to reach for the scroll, but the Pigeon gracefully (as graceful as a pigeon could) hopped onto one of the tall book shelves.

'His Majesty!' Captain Pigeon repeated.

Murata's infinite patience was wearing thin. "Let me see it!" He tried to reach the scroll again. But Captain Pigeon was too fast and hopped again to another shelf to the left of the previous one.

'No!'

"For the love of god! Let me have that letter you stupid creature!" Murata barked.

If pigeons could gasp, Captain Pigeon would have sucked all the air from the room.

"How-how DARE you speak to me in such a manner?! And when I'm only doing my sovereign duty to the crown! Dog! Dog, I name thee and a curse upon you and your kin! Bite me, four eyes!'

Murata proceeded to chase the bird around Shibuya's office knocking down, ink bottles, stacks of books, classified documents and letters and treaties and the occasional war declaration from Dai Shimaron. No matter how hard Murata tried or how close he got to the precious scroll, Captain Christophe the Pigeon the Third was always a step ahead and twice as fast as the lumbering Sage.

Heaving and gasping, Murata came to a stop, propping himself on his knees, he looked up at Captain Pigeon with utter disgust as the bird gloatingly continued to circle the office.

"Ha-ha! See? Who's the stupid creature now, oh wise Sage?!' chirped Captain in his pigeon language, which to humans sounded like the typical obnoxious squawking of typical carrier pigeons.

As the winged creature made for another sweep of the room, Murata jumped and caught the bird in mid-flight. The little pigeon made an indignant squawk at being grabbed by his tail feathers. 'How dare you!?!?'

Murata ignored the squawking and carefully plucked the tiny scroll from the pigeon's leg. He totally forgot about poor Captain Pigeon and promptly dropped the bird to the ground or wherever he might land. He quickly opened the letter incredibly curious of what kind of reply Wolfram would write.

My beloved Yuuri,

After many a lonely night, your letter arrived at a time when I was most grieved at my plight. These long nights without you have been the sweetest torture. Without the feel of your heat against my smooth skin in the depths of the darkest night, my body and mind have grown frustrated and deprived without the hot sinfulness of your touch.

Can you imagine it, my Yuuri? A touch of skin soft and slippery, with the hint of hint of sweat as we fight our resistance beneath the cool sheets, as the wind flows from the window above us, our eyes meeting briefly and begging for the chance to abandon all of our uncertainties. You begin your work on my lips, probing gently as if drawing sex from a deep well of longing and need buried deep in my soul. Then, heated tongues meet in the midst of hot and quickening breath and greedily we drink the wine of our lusts, intoxicated as our clothes are thrown viciously on the floor, piece by piece, until there are no hiding places, for our two glistening and wanting bodies, our hunger revealed in this hot moment. Then skin meshed with skin, as the bed becomes the stage. Your firm heat moving atop of me easily, and you lower yourself gently kissing me as I am filled with you. Your hands stroke the stray strands, of hair away from my forehead, and then become entangled.

Our slow rhythm giving way to urgent and demanding thrusts of passion, as I arch my body for your comfort, and you throw me into ecstasy, with the strength of your blows leaving me screaming and soaked,

You growl my name from the back of your throat in that primitive guttural way that sends its own waves of pleasure into my mind and into my sweat soaked body

And our bodies both demand more, each giving to the other, high on the fluids of foreign substance. I grasp, then release you, grasp then release you, the taste of your skin between my lips, like no other. Oh my beautiful Yuuri, can you see it? Feel it? The delicious weight of your taut form crushing me into sweat soaked pillows, your teeth upon my throat marking me forever as your mate.

These thoughts make the nights so much colder, lonelier, darker. I pray soon that Lord Weller returns to relieve my men and I of our post so that I may taste that sweet forbidden fruit that is our passion. Like an ember, I wait for your love to rekindle me and light the inferno of my lust.

Yours forever,

Wolfram von Bielefeld.

Was it just Murata, or did the room get ten degrees hotter?

"Hot damn! Excellent choice Mister Von Bielefeld." Murata was very impressed at Von Bielefeld's way with words. It was as if each word was running its lithe fingers down his pupils and tantalizing his visual cortex.

He carefully folded the letter and placed it in his pocket for later 'examination'.

Another wicked idea was born in the Sage's mind as his hand gently placed the letter in his pocket. What if he wrote Von Bielefeld back? It was the perfect prank to play on Shibuya and his temperamental fiancé. There was no real point or reason for this prank. It was a test to see just how far and long he could keep this up and besides, he enjoyed the idea of getting steamy love notes from a sexy, tight, piece of work like the King's hot tempered fiancé, whose hot-temperedness only added to his allure.

Murata took the liberty of taking a leaf of Shibuya's expensive, official document paper and fancy quill and sat down in the king's black leather, fur-lined chair and sat to work composing a worthy reply to Wolfram's salacious temptations.

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Well, there it is, sorry it has taken so long, I've just gotten a new job as a cashier and I got writer's block. I really had to force this chapter out and I think it's shows. I'm seriously going to wrap this thing up in two chapters max or I'll just out stay my welcome. I hope you all like this chapter I think it is a nice interlude into the final chapters of the story. If anyone has any ideas or suggestions they'd like to share as to what a satisfactory conclusion would be I would be very grateful. As always, reviews and comments are very welcome. I seriously want to know what you all think.

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Love ya'll- EB