Wolfram's Tears
The Journey
Wolfram kissed his fiancé deeply, his hands pushing through Yuri's gorgeous head of black hair.
He was already hard from being so close to Yuri. To touch so much of the man he loved with his entire being.
Yes, his mind whispered, hissed with pleasure.
Yes, finally.
He groaned as his tongue slid hotly against Yuri's, pressing down firmly into the hardness beneath him as Yuri's hands reached out to him, and pulled him in closer.
He moaned.
Yes.
Groins aligned, Wolfram rolled his hips as he rolled his tongue, loving the wet slide and rough friction combined.
Yes.
So hot, it was hard to breath. Yuri's fingers dug harshly into his circling hips and a shock of tingling pleasure spiked low in his belly.
He groaned.
Yes. Yes.
His lips dripped with their shared saliva, Yuri's mouth slick against his own as molten pleasure pooled in his gut, the scratchy material of his jeans damp at the crotch, sweat beading on the nape of his neck, the moisture clinging to his hair, spreading throughout his entire body.
He whimpered.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Wolfram gasped, sitting up with a start as he stared in alarm, his heart beating erratically in his constricting chest, when the door handle plummeted and the thick slab of wood swung open...
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Ice enveloped Yuri in place of warmth, and he started at the abrupt loss of softness and solidarity.
The black sea of bliss gushed in his ears as he broke through the surface, gasping.
The late morning sunshine was blinding in its sudden intensity when he blinked and squinted at his golden Prince, whom was staring in abject horror at the shadow darkening the doorway.
In retrospect, making out on his brother's bedroom floor was probably not the best idea.
Shoma's patient grin had slipped slightly as his dark eyes widened in recognition of the guilty scene he'd just walked in on.
Yuri felt all the blood drain from between his legs, shoot up his torso, bottle through his neck and flood his face. He swayed on his elbows in his reclined position with Wolfram still frozen in his lap, while Shori's room spun around them.
Shoma's laugh was more air than sound, "Sorry, son." He said sincerely enough. "Just came to let you know your breakfast is getting cold, and if you don't hurry your mama will come and drag you downstairs herself. And I can see you're busy..." he trailed off with a slightly awkward grin.
Wolfram's face was practically glowing with heat as he pried himself off Yuri's lap, looking chastised and about to spontaneously combust with embarrassment.
Yuri sat up, his own face blood red and wishing feverishly he was back in his dark space, safe from his dad's patiently amused and knowing gaze.
"We'll be down in a bit." he managed to choke out, wincing at the roughness of his voice.
Shoma let out another silent chuckle.
"I would say 'no rush', but you know how your mama gets. I'm sure you boys can wait until you're back in Shin Mazoku to continue." He winked, much to Yuri and Wolfram's growing mortification.
But then, Shoma's eyes seemed to look through them and Yuri's stomach dropped, knowing that his dad was about to say something that would mentally scar him for life.
And probably Wolfram as well.
"I remember what it's like to be so young and in love..." he said, and Yuri screamed internally, frozen by 'the talk' he knew was coming.
Please, God, NO!
"...Hormones always raging... Finding time to be close to the one you wanted was almost impossible when I was your age. Of course, it must be ten times more difficult for you two with a Kingdom to run, so many responsibilities... at least you get the nights to yourselves, right boys?"
Yuri whimpered sparing a desperate glance to the golden vision curled up beside him, blond head buried in the crossed arms perched on his raised knees, the tips of his ears glowing like hot iron.
Yuri wondered if Wolfram was crying.
Yuri felt like crying.
And Shoma was oblivious, of course.
"Why, when your mama and I got together, Yuri, we barely made time for anything else. We were so wrapped up in each other I missed a LOT of work, we spent days just-"
Yuri actually did scream this time.
"DAD! STOP! PLEASE!" Yuri begged, his hands flying to cover his virgin ears, thank you very much. He even squeezed his eyes shut to the visual images which he had been right to assume would mentally scar him for his entire demon-length existence.
Shoma, thankfully, stopped.
He just grinned and waved his hands, a poor attempt to placate the traumatized couple. He then left them alone with a wink and a last reminder to "hurry up", shutting the door behind him.
In wake of the metallic click was a shameful silence.
Yuri collapsed back on the prickly carpet he now hated with a passion, an agonized groan vibrating in his throat and straining against his tightly pursed lips.
He had no idea how he was going to face all the people downstairs. He was convinced his dad wouldn't keep his mouth shut, that all of them would know.
He felt more than he heard Wolfram shift around next to him. The lithe length of the blond's body pressed alongside his own immobile form, golden hair tickling the side of his jaw when Wolfram nuzzled his hot face against the already burning skin of Yuri's neck.
Yuri's eyes were wide and his belly clenched painfully as Wolfram's warm breath washed over his collarbone.
His heart was once again attempting to jump out of his chest.
His jeans were suddenly a lot tighter.
And he was feeling hot for a completely different reason.
Wolfram blew out a long breath which had Yuri's insides shivering with anticipation, before he whispered, "I suppose we should go down before Miko-san comes to find us..." he sounded just as reluctant to move as Yuri felt.
But he did have a point.
"...I guess." Yuri sighed, struggling for a long moment to remember how to coordinate his limbs.
He knew Wolfram was right. They had to move... if they didn't want Jennifer to walk in on them like this, resulting in a much worse experience than Shoma's arrival.
Okay. He was convinced.
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They shuffled down the stairs slowly, Yuri the first to arrive in the living room.
Murata was back, looking refreshed and ready to head back to Shin Mazoku as if he hadn't spent last night binge drinking with the rest of them.
Yuri waved hesitantly to his best friend, watching as the Sage's eyebrows arched with interest when he took in Wolfram's close proximity to Yuri, and how they were holding hands.
Something Yuri hadn't even been aware of until that moment.
He turned away from those wise, dark and bespectacled eyes, his heart fluttering madly.
Conrad also looked much better when he smiled his usual bland sort-of smile from his seat at the dining table.
Although there was something about the way he looked over Yuri and Wolfram, standing so close together, sluggishness maybe, which was obvious only because Conrad's movements were usually so quick and skilful.
Clearly, his Godfather was still suffering, which when considering everything, Yuri was most grateful for.
Shori glared from the corner of the couch.
And Yuri showed the uttermost patience by blanking him completely.
"Yuu-chan!"
Yuri looked up to see Miko with her pink apron on and an annoyed frown on her pretty face. There was also a hot spatula in one clenched fist, Yuri noticed worriedly.
He squeezed Wolfram's hand in reflex to a potential danger.
Wolfram squeezed back.
"Did you not hear mama calling?" She asked him in her stern voice.
Yuri blinked and wondered whether it would be best to tell her he really hadn't heard her calling them. But the menacing glint in her light brown eyes told him that answer would not be satisfactory, even though it was the truth.
He gulped.
"We were coming – I mean! We were just…" He flailed, panicking.
Wolfram stepped closer, squeezing his hand painfully and kept silent, so generally not helping.
Yuri might be hyperventilating, he couldn't be sure.
Happily, Shoma came to his rescue.
"You boys must be hungry." He strolled into the kitchen with a devilish grin which made Yuri even more nervous. Shoma put his arm about his wife's tiny waist and leaned into her flirtatiously. "Honey, are you withholding your heavenly cooking from our boys?" he said in a whiney sort of voice that always grated on Yuri's nerves.
"Oooh, Winner!" Miko cooed, somehow charmed beyond all reason, with her cheeks flushing pink with happiness.
Yuri rolled his eyes, more relieved than annoyed.
He breathed a lot easier when Wolfram released his death-grip on Yuri's crumpled hand, although his palm felt too cool in wake of the heat of Wolfram's skin.
Rubbing his palms absently, Yuri looked over his shoulder and away from his too cute parents to see a terrifying sight.
Conrad was watching him, and Wolfram, suspiciously.
Yuri choked and quickly turned his back to his Godfather, looking for all possible escape routes. He reached out mindlessly to grasp Wolfram's hand again, seeing green eyes widen with surprised from the corner of his eye.
If he was about to make a break for it, he was taking Wolfram with him.
Who would want to run away on their own, given the chance?
Of course, they didn't actually get a chance. Miko told them cheerfully to sit at the dining table as she gathered the cold remains of their breakfast together, and then placed it in front of them.
Yuri paid extra special attention to his rashes of bacon, avoiding eye contact with his Godfather sitting opposite him as a happy consequence. He really was hungry and the food was delicious.
"Next time we'll bring Greta along." Yuri's head snapped up and he stared at his fiancé, aghast.
Miko squealed with excitement, wanting to see her adopted granddaughter since the very moment she found out about her existence, last year.
Yuri's insides clenched uneasily.
"But she's still too young!" he insisted, hating the whine in his voice but it was necessary.
Wolfram glared at him. "Greta is thirteen in five months. She's practically a Lady all ready, by human standards, which we agreed we'd raise her by. I know, she's growing up far too quickly for my liking too, but we can't hold her back just because we wish for her to stay our little girl. Greta is a satisfactory swimmer, you taught her yourself Yuri, really."
Even Yuri heard his exasperation this time.
Yuri's expression hadn't changed. "But she's still a little girl! No way is she a Lady all ready! No. Absolutely not! I won't have it." Yuri crossed his arms and scowled with his gaze dark and unrelenting.
This was not happening.
Wolfram huffed and crossed his arms as well.
Miko looked to be vibrating with the need to intervene and Yuri was grateful when Shoma guided her attention back into the kitchen, because Yuri knew whose side she would take. And no matter how sound Wolfram's argument, he refused to be moved on this one.
Greta had not left Shin Mazoku since they had adopted her, and Yuri was quite happy for her to stay safely within the City walls for the next twenty years.
All right: forty.
And by the resigned look on Wolfram's cute face, his peach plump bottom lip pushed out and still rosy from their recent make out, he well knew Yuri was an impenetrable force on this subject.
And Yuri couldn't help but feel a little smug.
End of discussion.
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Miko and Shoma waved enthusiastically as they said goodbye.
Yuri didn't understand it, to them he would be back within the hour and yet they acted like this was really goodbye.
They always did.
Shori was leaning, sulking, against the patio door, glaring at Yuri as he and his friends, and Wolfram (much more than his friend now), stood ankle deep in the paddling pool of the Shibuya brothers' childhood which had become their permanent doorway between two worlds.
Yuri could see what Shori was planning.
It was obvious in the tension of his shoulders and Yuri was hurt by how little his big brother trusted him, especially with something as precious as Wolfram's feelings.
However, Yuri had already resolved not to stop him.
Yuri focused on the link he had to his Kingdom and the people in his Country, he took a firm mental hold of that connection, and tugged, feeling himself and his three precious companions rush towards their destination.
Plus one.
The arrival in the fountain to Shinou's Temple was always very sudden, at least Yuri thought so.
Everyone did always come up gasping.
The air was so different in this world to Earth, fresher and somehow lighter, the first breath was almost like a sigh of relief on his lungs.
Yuri shook the water out of his dark bangs and he stood, grinning at the sight of his daughter's excited face.
"Yuri!" Greta ran from Cecilie's side towards Yuri's open arms, giddy with childish delight.
Yuri fell back into the fountain with a splash when his daughter jumped into his arms, she was definitely getting heavier.
And taller.
She giggled as Yuri sat up and shook out his hair again.
"Shori? What are you doing here?" Wolfram voiced, perplexed behind him and Yuri resisted the urge to look back. Barely. Greta peered over his shoulder, her big brown eyes curious and then ecstatic as she jumped up and ran out of Yuri's line of sight.
"Uncle Shori!" He heard her exclaim and another splash closely followed.
Yuri couldn't help the small smile which tilted his lips even though he was still mad at his stubborn brother.
"Greta! Is that any way for a Lady to behave?!" Wolfram griped in, what Yuri liked to call, his 'Parent Voice'. Nobody but Greta was ever on the receiving end of Wolfram's surprising patience.
Everybody else got his 'Bratty Voice'.
Of course, Yuri wasn't about to tell anyone about his recent discovery of Wolfram's 'Sultry Voice'. That one he was keeping to himself.
Greta picked herself up off of Shori, still giggling with her beautiful purple dress, lace and ribbons dripping wet.
"Wolfram!" she squealed in response and jumped her other papa with the same enthusiasm.
Yuri laughed as Wolfram went down with a yelp, managing to catch the twelve-year-old and cradle her to his chest before he was again surrounded by water.
Wolfram's first instinct was always to protect.
Conrad had made it safely out of the fountain first, a towel Cecilie had handed to him resting across his shoulders. He looked completely recovered from the night before and Yuri grinned at him as he too stepped out of the fountain.
Behind him, Shori helped Wolfram and Greta up with a vague awkward smile.
Yuri watched carefully from the corner of his eye as Wolfram smiled back and handed Shori his 'Let Me Hear Your Heart's Cry'-kun earbud in thanks.
Shori took it gratefully.
"Here you go, your Majesty." Cecilie smiled and handed him a white fluffy towel, which he took with a smile. "Did you have a good birthday?" she asked.
"Yeah." Yuri dried his hair first, deliberately covering his blushing face with his towel.
He tried not to think about what had almost happened in his bedroom on Earth the night before, or what had happened in Shori's bedroom that morning.
And failed.
"Next time you'll definitely be coming with us, Greta."
Yuri whirled around, his embarrassment and towel forgotten, to see Wolfram's smug face and Greta's wide-eyes.
Yuri stared, his mouth handing open in utter shock.
"Can I, Yuri, really?" Greta beamed up at him, her hands clasped to her chest as if in prayer, her big brown eyes glittering with so much joy.
Yuri just stared, with his mouth still hanging open.
"Ooooh! Thank you, papa Yuri!" Greta leapt forward again and enveloped her arms around his waist, squeezing him softly.
Yuri's mouth snapped shut as he stared down at his ecstatic daughter.
"Thank you! I've wanted so much to meet grandma Miko and grandpa Shoma! I can't wait to see Earth! Oh, thank you! Thank you!" she jumped up and down, up and down and bounced away toward Cecilie, who was clasping her hands much the same as Greta had with a matching smile on the ex-Maoh's ruby lips.
"But I – I didn't say anything!" Yuri gasped out but Greta and Cecilie were already moving toward the horses ready to take them back to Blood Pledge Castle.
Yuri stared after them, his head spinning.
What just happened?
Wolfram's body heat against his side reached him even through their soaked clothing. Yuri turned his head to look at the smug Mazoku, but he was still too shocked for it to fully register with him.
"Look how happy she is, Yuri." Wolfram said lowly, his green eyes sparkling. "Can you really tell her 'no' now?"
They both knew the answer to that very well.
Finally, Yuri recovered enough to scowl. He took a deep breath in preparation for a mighty tirade about Wolfram defying the Maoh's orders, again, when the 'Sultry Voice' broke over his anger like a wave upon sand.
"I'll make it up to you later."
Moist lips brushed against his ear, silk gold caressing his stunned face as the promise was breathed into his soul.
Yuri watched Wolfram glide after Cecilie and their daughter, his dark eyes sliding over the visible pale skin clinging wetly to the now see-through white shirt and ending at jean-back-pockets.
Not realizing his best friend and Godfather were fully aware of his lingering gaze.
His mind was far too full of the feverish pulsing darkness to notice.
Next Chapter: preparation for Yuri's Birthday Ball...