A/N: Hey, guys, sorry for the delay. This chapter isn't very exciting… Sorrz.
Uh, upon reading Both , I realised I had like, ten-million typos. Oops.
Also, I've gotten a lot of reviews and emails offering beta-reading--I really appreciate the offers, really I do, it means so much, but here's the thing: As an author, even as a not-so-good one, I feel like I'm giving away a certain art of my individual autonomy and creative license. I know it's not really true, but I feel that way.
So I'm terribly sorry about all the typos. I know how annoying they are, trust me, I hate to read stories with typos… But, still… I'm pretty stubborn.
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--(IMPROV HR!)--
Wolfram woke up with his hands fisted in Yuuri's shirt, who was sprawled across the bed snoring in a most undignified manner. Wolfram released Yuuri's shirt in favour of burying his head in the boy's neck, and wrapping his arms around him. Deciding it was all too good to wake up and start the day, Wolfram slowly drifted back to sleep.
When Wolfram surfaced for the second time, he noticed the sun wasn't as piercing as it usually was. Instead of some apocalyptic sign of doom, he realised that the sun was just farther west and that it was late into the morning, he guessed about eleven. In the middle of chastising himself about waking up late, Wolfram realised with a start that they had missed their scheduled departure to the other world.
Furious, Wolfram jumped on top of his Maou's body and started punching him, growling. "You stupid, lazy wimp!"
Yuuri was slowly becoming aware of reality, enough so to realise that currently, reality was the last place he wanted to be, not that he knew why. All he knew was that an ominous Wolfram-tirade was going off in reality, using his "sleeping" body as a punching bag, and he wanted nothing to do with it.
Of course the fates utterly detested him for merely existing, so eluding anything was the last thing he would be allowed to do.
"Yuuri! I know you're awake! I can tell by your breathing! Open you're damn eyes, wimp!"
Yuuri refused to open his eyes, something about ignoring things and having them disappear.
Obviously, that was all hearsay. "Stupid Maou! We missed our transport because you can never bloody well wake up on time!"
Yuuri's eyes ripped open. "We missed it?"
Wolfram's green eyes were becoming alarmingly glassy, which was never a sign of good things to come, especially when said shining eyes were caused by Yuuri himself.
"It was scheduled for eight, Yuuri! It's almost twelve!"
Yuuri attempted to suppress a distinct cringe when the sound of sniffling interrupted the blonde's words.
"We missed it!" Wolfram balled his fists in Yuuri's shirt. "You don't know how hard I had to work to get that transport! You know what a stolid old bat Ulrike is!"
Yuuri's face muscles literally hurt from attempting to hide his smirk at the Ulrike comment. The only thing that made him succeed was the fact that he actually felt horrible for wanting to smirk in the first place… Honestly, Ulrike was probably the nicest person in the kingdom, and here he was (not) smirking at her expense.
All thoughts about Ulrike vanished when Yuuri noticed that his Wolfram had actually started crying. It was weird, but he almost wanted to cry himself. It was an awful sight, Wolfram in tears.
Yuuri raised his right hand to brush away the tears on Wolfram's face. "It's okay, Wolf. We can go somewhere in this world. No worries, really. Like you said, Germany is practically the same as Shin Makoku." Yuuri stroked Wolfram's cheek with his thumb, his hand resting on Wolfram's neck. "Why settle for an imitation when you can have the real thing, eh?" Yuuri attempted a laugh.
Wolfram continued to look miserable.
Sighing, Yuuri dropped his hand from Wolfram's neck so that he could push himself into a sitting position. Once he was sitting, he raised his knees up to brace against Wolfram's back, who was still on top of him. "Wolfram, I'm sorry. I know you worked hard." Yuuri tangled one hand in the boy's blonde locks, and the other rubbed soothing patterns along Wolfram's left thigh. "That's really the best part of it all, actually--The fact that you went through so much just to get me a holiday--that means the most to me, Wolfram. I don't even care if we don't go anywhere at all, just knowing that you care enough for me… It's enough. Just having you near me is enough."
"Yuuri…" Wolfram fell forward, embracing Yuuri in a bear hug.
Yuuri wasn't going to lie to himself. Having Wolfram this close to him, this connected to him… It was intoxicating. Just embracing him like this was almost as good as the night before.
Oh, god, the night before! He lost his virginity…! To a boy!
Yuuri was slowly nearing the verge of hysteria when his mind decided to make a cameo back to the present, to the boy in his arms, and he realised he didn't care. He lost his virginity to his Wolfram, and it was amazing. It wasn't awkward, or fumbling, or anything negative. It was… It was just… Indescribably good.
Yuuri rubbed his hands across Wolfram's back. "I'm sorry I ruined it…I really am."
Wolfram leaned up slightly to say something, but before he could, Yuuri kissed him.
Honestly, Yuuri didn't understand. He was sure (pretty overly aware and nervous about it, actually) that he had morning breath. Wolfram's breath, on the other hand… It smelled like sugar. If sugar had a smell, it would be Wolfram's breath.
Metaphors were popping into Yuuri's head left and right about eating Wolfram for breakfast, only to have another sick metaphor pop into his mind about how he'd already had Wolfram for dessert last night. Oh, the horror…
During breakfast, Wolfram and Yuuri decided what they were going to do during their one allotted week off. They decided on camping, but the location was still undecided. By lunch, though, they settled on the a part of uninhabited Shin Makoku territory. Gwendal had suggested it, actually. Gwendal was the one who was assigned to map out the area when it was acquired. From what he said, no one besides himself and his squad had even entered the territory before. They were sure to be safe there, and it was relatively close to the castle, should anything unexpected arise. This fact suited Gwendal just fine, but Gunter was murmuring something about how "Heika is too delicate and fragile to be out in the wilderness for two weeks!" to which Yuuri snorted, and Conrad was going on about accompanying the two just for the sake of safety, to which Yuuri, who usually favoured anything Conrad said, told him in short order to come off of it, that he had Wolfram, one of the most capable warriors in the whole kingdom.
It was like a giant, dysfunctional family.
Though Wolfram was slightly more calm than he was earlier that morning, he was still rather cross that he wouldn't even get to use his Earth clothes that he'd spent several hours packing. He was also rather irritated that he had to unpack said packing and repack all over again. He wouldn't be needing his dress clothes for a camping trip, after all.
He also found it very aggravating that it took Yuuri about ten minutes to be packed and ready, while Wolfram was busy fretting over how many pair of underwear to pack, and weather or not he should bring his uniform.
It was also bothering that Wolfram was Yuuri's personal joke. "Wolf! We're going camping! It doesn't matter what you wear."
"Yes it does, Yuuri!" Wolfram protested. "I am of dignified royal blood, and must appear as such!"
Yuuri frowned and scoffed. "You'll be in the bloody woods, I hardly think it matters." He snatched up Wolframs travel pack and rummaged through it. "What is all this stuff, anyway? Didn't you say something about buying Earth clothes? Maybe you should try some of those. They're comfortable, and it won't matter if you get them dirty."
Wolfram's face lit up. "That's the perfect excuse to wear my Earth clothes!"
Yuuri grimaced.
Yuuri was never into clothes. His mom usually bought all of his clothes, and as long as they didn't have any pink ruffles on them, he pretty much didn't care.
He didn't care until he saw Wolfram in a form-fitting ensemble.
Wolfram was wearing a tight pair of jeans that he didn't think were tight and explained that they fit like his uniform, which really didn't help his case. Accompanying the jeans was a plain white t-shirt and a light parka with fur trimmings on the hood. With all that, he wore his normal, knee-high uniform boots.
And Wolfram had the audacity to think the outfit did nothing for him. Was he blind, or just flattering Yuuri by ignoring his blushing and stammering?
"Did you pack a coat, Yuu? You'll freeze at night if you don't have one." Wolfram had this weird part of him that was extremely motherly, which admittedly frightened Yuuri, as his mother was motherly enough.
"Uh, yeah, I packed a jacket."
Wolfram walked over to Yuuri and absently smoothed down Yuuri's clothes as he spoke. "What about underwear? We'll be gone for thirteen days without anyone to wash our clothes."
Yuuri grimaced and grabbed Wolfram's wrists to make him stop fiddling with his clothes. "Wolfram. I love you, but seriously, can you lay off a bit? I can take care of myself."
Wolfram frowned. "I just… I just want to take care of you… make sure you're alright…"
"I know, and I appreciate it." Yuuri ran his hand through Wolfram's silky hair (honestly, he was becoming fixated with the damn stuff) and kissed him on the forehead. "But seriously. It's annoying."
Yuuri gasped as a not- so-playful punch connected with his gut.
--(IMPROV HR)--
Sorrz for how short this chapter is. I'm actually not feeling too well lately. I went to the E.R. because I was experiencing stroke-like symptoms, but they couldn't figure anything out. Needless to say, I'm pretty under the weather…
I understand if you hate me for my boring, short instalment. I sorta hate myself for it, too.
