Well, yet again, Fanfiction decided to be total assholes...*sigh*

anyways....

Disclaimer:

Kyo Kara Maoh does not belong to me! Of course, if you're offering...

Oh yeah, and this chapter is a bit....angsty.... just a forewarning.


Third Night:

What was I doing before all of this? I couldn't even remember. Wolfram pushed me back on the bed, arms on either side of me, mouth connected to my own. I groaned a bit into the kiss, feeling my erection grow with each passing moment. But I didn't want to have sex with him! Or did I? Well, I did, but not with Shori in the next room over. No way in hell. Never in a million years.

"You'll be quiet?" Wolfram asked me, a sly grin on his face.

"I'd never be able to. Not tonight."

"I was just looking out for you."

"Of course," I chuckled. Wolfram rested his head on my chest. I lifted my right hand to play with strand of Wolfram's golden hair, when the door opened suddenly. Shori stood in the doorway, a nonchalant look in his eyes. Of course, looking past the uncaring expression, I could see a slightly disgruntled older brother. "What?" I asked, sitting up a little and moving Wolfram to sit in my lap. Older brother certainly did have a liking to opening doors without regard to who was on the other side or what they were doing.

"I wanted to know what you were doing." His expression faded into contempt-filled eyes.

"Did you really?" Wolfram asked, putting his arms around me protectively.

"I will not promote my little brother's deflowering!"

I started choking on air. Not only was deflowering what you did to a woman, this was my brother who was talking. It was a bit uncomfortable. Of course, Wolfram didn't help.

"I can do whatever I feel like," he retorted. "I am his fiancé."

"And I am his older brother!"

"He's not a child!"

"He is a child!"

"Would you guys stop?" I called out, rubbing my temples. "Wolfram and I are doing nothing of the sort."

"Nothing of that sort anyway," Wolfram felt the need to add. Look at him, you kiss him once and he becomes the cockiest sonuvabitch you'd ever meet. A few minutes ago he was about to cry! Maybe I should get him checked out for bi-polar.

Shori looked as if he'd just been kicked in the stomach, and then repeatedly in the balls. He had to hold onto the doorframe for support. "Just what is it that you've been doing?" I felt kinda bad for him, not that it was really all that much of his business. "And it is my business, you're my younger brother."

Could he read minds? "We haven't been doing anything you wouldn't approve of," I lied. "Wolfram here was joking." Actually, Wolfram here looked appalled. I brought his ear to my lips. "It's not that I don't love you, I would scream it to the world, I'll tell him right now if you want. It's just that I want him to think we have a strictly platonic and sex-free relationship."

"In other words you want to lie to him." Wolfram whispered back. I nodded. Shori didn't like the secrets so he walked up to us. "And I would like you to tell him." The color drained from my face. Wolfram was doing this out of spite, wasn't he? I mean, sure, I'd made him worry, but was this really necessary? After all, he was the one who followed me in the rain earlier that day.

I stared up at Shori. He stood tall, his dark eyes trailing our body expressions. Did we look too comfortable together? Then I realized it didn't matter. I told Wolfram I'd confess it to my older brother. I told him I'd confess it to the world. Not that it wasn't true, but staring adversity in the face could unnerve a person. "Sh-Shori." I mumbled with my words, but cleared my throat after a moment, pulled Wolfram from my lap, and stood in front of him, almost equaling his height. "Not that it is any of your business, but I am with Wolfram for a reason. Even though we are not, if we wanted to have a sexual relationship, we could. I love him, and nothing you can say or do will ever change that." The words came out differently then I'd imagined them, but they came out nonetheless. Wolfram looked like he'd just met the ice cream man; Shori looked as if the person who had kicked him earlier came back for another round. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. "Why are you so dead-set against it, anyway?"

"You're my little brother," He said incredulously. "Of course I'd be dead-set against it; regardless of it was a man or a woman."

"I see, and it has nothing to do with the fact that Wolfram is, in fact, male."

"Not really," Shori scratched the side of his face.

"So you don't hate me then?" I asked Shori.

"Of course not, Yu-chan!" Shori seemed a bit surprised that I would even suggest such a thing. "You're my baby brother!"

"Of course," I was finally able to stop laughing. After giving Wolfram and I a quick glance, his eyes narrowing menacingly towards Wolfram, he left the room, hands shoved in his pockets, looking as nonchalant as when he'd walked in.

"That was certainly unexpected…so, now who else are you going to tell?"

"What do you mean?"

"Who are you going to tell?"

"Oh, you mean…"

"Of course I do, no one should be left out of the loop. You have friends here, right? Tell your mom and dad too."

"Wolfram, why are you doing this? Can't we all just…come to terms with it and let it be?"

"No we can't, this is payback for all that worrying you made me do. Dammit, I even cried for you."

"Yes, you did. Can I use that as blackmail against your payback?"

"I guess, but I can overrule that with what you did last night. I have the mark to prove it," he grinned, pointing to a spot on his side that was covered by his shirt.

"Yeah well…uh…you got me." I dropped my head to look at the floor in mock-defeat. I was trapped. There was nothing more I had on him. Was it really that one thing? It was funny though, the back and forth. Suddenly, I felt my lips being captured.

"Yeah I do, and I'm about to have something else on you unless you call those friends of yours," He said evilly, smiling once he peeled away from me. He cursed a bit under his breath after a moment though. "Dammit, friends, why do you even have any of those over here? I should be enough!"

"You're more than enough," I rolled my eyes, picked up the cordless house phone and bringing it to my ear. Only once I actually dialed the number did I feel the butterflies start to flutter around. Why was I agreeing to this? It was only blackmail underneath. Of course, if I didn't, there would be 'consequences'. I crossed my legs to hide my hardness. There would be none of that with Shori in the next room over. Especially with that last conversation.

"Hello, this is the Saito residence," I heard Ayame's familiar voice filtered through the phone. It came back with a bit of a crackly tone.

"Oh, Ayame, hey it's….Yuri."

"Oh, hello. Is there anything you need?" He was always so formal over the phone. "Hiro hasn't gone and drank himself stupid again, has he?" And yet so blunt.

"N-no that isn't it. It's just that…I have…something to tell you…"

"You're not in love with me, correct?" That was his feeble attempt at a joke. I might have laughed if I wasn't so nervous.

"No, not you."

"So there's someone else, who is she?" I inhaled sharply. "Well?" I couldn't spit it out. Why couldn't I spit it out?!

"Wolf, why are you making me do this?" I mouthed to my fiancé.

"Didn't I tell you already?" He answered back loudly.

"Who is that?" Ayame asked me. "It's not a man you're in a relationship with, is it?" He wasn't being prejudice, just asking. I could hear from his tone of voice.

"Damn right," Wolfram stole the phone from me, putting it to his ear. "I'm his fiancé." Well that actually made it a bit more tolerable.

I could hear Ayame's cool voice from the other side of the line. "I see, nice to meet you, fiancé. Are you the cousin Hiro was telling me about earlier today?"

"I better be."

"Interesting. Well, this is very excitable news."

"You don't sound very excited," Wolfram's eyes narrowed. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, of course not. May I speak with Yuri now?"

"For a short while." Wolfram handed me back the phone and sauntered over to the bed.

"You have a very protective lover, Yuri." Ayame informed me once he heard me breathing.

"As if I didn't know," I rolled my eyes. I could hear his smooth, almost inaudible chuckle from wherever he was.

"Have you talked to Hiro about this?"

"Nope,"

"Do you plan to?"

"I'm not sure, Wolfram wants me to."

"You may as well get it over with. Of course, I could always talk to him about it."

"No, it's fine, I'd be dead if I let you do that," I grinned, looking in Wolfram's direction.

"Alright, best of luck."

"Thanks." And we both hung up our respective lines. Well, that was one down. Now for the difficult one. Hiro. My other best friend. Looking at last night's events, you may or may not have been able to tell, but the kid was a bit of a homophobe. More than a bit actually. Well, he was a legal adult but…still…I glanced down at the phone. "Are you sure I have to talk to Hiro, he may not be able to…take the information as well as Ayame did."

"Is he your friend?"

"For now."

"Then he won't be your friend afterwards?"

"I hope he will be." I dialed his number. "I'm only doing this because I love you, Wolfram. Get ready for the fireworks." Even if I was still getting used to saying 'I love you' to Wolfram specifically, the words tasted sweet on my tongue.

"Yo,"

"You don't even know who I am, how rude," I joked.

"Hey, Yuri, sup? Is that…cousin still over there?" he paused. "He is just your cousin, right?" He added darkly. I was genuinely afraid. But I didn't want to lie to Hiro, and I didn't want to upset Wolfram. I would show him I was no wimp.

"This is about that."

"…" Hiro stayed silent, his usual playful aura nowhere to be found. I was so scared, my legs were shaking, Wolfram pulled me to sit on his laps and hugged my middle.

"You can hate me." I sighed, leaning my head back on Wolfram's shoulder. "But that won't make me stop loving him, or make me stop wanting to be your friend."

"So he really is your fiancé then. Why'd you keep this a secret?"

"For obvious reasons. The only people who knew were my immediate family."

"So Ayame didn't know?"

"Not until a minute ago." He was oddly calm about this. I was worried.

"I see. Well Yuri, goodbye."

"Wait, Hiro, is that really all? You're not going to say anything else?"

There was an unsettling pause. The air was thick around me, but the silence was able to cut through it. "No I'm not, this is your problem, not mine."

"Who said this was a problem?" Wolfram asked, again loudly.

"Is that him?" Hiro asked smoothly.

"Yes,"

"Let me speak with him."

"Wha- but…" I protested. What was he going to do to Wolfram? I sighed and handed my fiancé the phone nonetheless.

"Hello?" Wolfram asked.

"You…" Hiro's voice was low, a mere growl. "This is your fault is it?"

"Fault?" He asked in a disbelieving tone. "This isn't a fault on anyone's part."

"Yuri's always been a normal kid!" He was taking his anger out on Wolfram, that's why he'd been so calm before.

"And you're saying he's not now!?" Wolfram defended me with all he had. It made my heart swell.

"Of course he isn't! Now he's…" Apparently, Hiro couldn't even finish his statement he was so disgusted.

"He's what?" Wolfram asked.

"…" Hiro said nothing. I didn't even know how sad I must have seemed until Wolfram distractedly ran his fingers across me cheek and brought me in to chastely kiss my forehead.

"Listen, there's nothing I can do about your feelings on this," Wolfram started. "But you will not hurt my fiancé and future husband." He put emphasis on the word husband. I was filled with pride as I heard him say that.

"Wait…" he said after a moment. Had he known Wolfram was about to hang up on him? "I'm sorry; I just have my own…issues. Yuri can be whatever he wants to be."

This was unexpected. He accepted me? "He can, you're correct." My future husband said into the phone.

"Let me talk with him, Wolfram." I held my hand out expectantly, turned around on his lap.

"Alright, just remember, boy, don't hurt him." And handed me the phone.

"He's awfully protective of you."

"Yeah, I know," I stood up from Wolfram and walked over to the wall, resting against it. "So you mean it then, you're alright with all of this?"

"Can I tell you a story, Yuri?"

"It depends, does it involve dinosaurs?" I joked. But Hiro was a bit too serious for jokes.

"No, it doesn't," Was he smiling, there was no way for me to tell. "Actually, it's about a young boy. About fourteen."

"I see, and what about this boy?" This had to do with his mother?

"Well on this boy's fourteenth birthday, he found out about a dirty secret. Much more than he was supposed to know." So it wasn't about his mother… "Much more than he wanted to know." His pause was long before he continued again. "Well, to keep anyone from hearing the secret this boy knew, a secret guard under the elite force of one of the owners of secret was ordered to kidnap him. Of course the guard agreed." I didn't like where this was going, not one bit. "The guard brought the young teenager back to his master's penthouse, and there, tied him up. He did nothing to taint the boy's pure heart, but he did feel the need to taint him skin deep. Each morning the boy would awake to find another bruise forming. There was no need for the guard to beat him, he'd only been ordered to keep him away from other civilization, but he did nonetheless." Even though Hiro was a great story-teller, I didn't really want to hear the rest. But I decided to stand still anyway. Could Wolfram hear from where he was? Probably. "After the boy was incapacitated for a week, he was found. He was brought home, and the guard was detained. Everything seemed O.K. again. Then again, the guard's master had yet to be found, and the boy had to be constantly guarded. His mother, a sweet, young woman, endlessly stayed by his side, but her sanity seemed to be leaving her. Some days, she seemed normal, some days she'd be depressed, and others she'd go into a fit of rage. She never hit the boy, but he thought she would each time."

"After another month," he continued. "An additional predicament unfolded. The secret had been leaked, not by the boy of course, but by another. The secret was this: the boy's father had been having an affair was the CEO of a major publishing company." It made a bit more sense now as to why Hiro was so adamantly against gay people. O.K., more than a bit. It made a helluva lot of sense. "Even though it had not been the boy's fault, he was blamed for it. His father believe him, but the CEO refused to. Blinded by a so-called love, the boy's father, almost-reluctantly, brought him to the CEO. Said boy was kept in captivity for another week and a half, given little food, and even less water. Just enough to keep him alive. He was never to be touched though. He was never beat, and never raped, to which he was grateful. Going through all of this at fourteen, though, was more than he could take. On one particular night, maddened by hunger, he threw himself from a third story window. He didn't know what he was doing until he hit the ground. He was thrown into a coma the moment after." There was another long pause. "When I woke up…they told me my mother had died of illness. But when I was discharged, I found a suicide note in my bedside table. My father broke it off with the CEO, even though he claimed to love him, and decided to instead 'take care' of me." I wasn't sure of how to reply to this.

"My god," was the only thing I could manage. Wolfram had apparently heard it too. He was somber looking.

Hiro exhaled heavily. "You see? You're the only person I've ever told that story to. Treasure it," he chuckled.

"I'm not sure of how to react right now." I said sheepishly, rubbing the nape of my neck.

"As long as there's no sympathy involved, I'm good. Now I'm tired. I'll be seeing you tomorrow?"

"Dunno, maybe."

"Well, alright. See ya…later then." The phone clicked, then a beeping noise followed it.

"Wow," I sighed, walking back over to Wolfram. He still looked somber. "He said he didn't want any sympathy."

"And yet it's insanely hard to not give it,"

"I know what you mean," I nodded, lying on the bed and pulling Wolfram to me. I gripped him in my arms, we stayed above the blankets. After a moment he turned in my arms to face me. His was inches from my own. I kind of wished Hiro didn't have a reason for hating gay people, and it just repulsed him. Why did he have to have such a good, yet angsty reason?

"We need to hurry up and switch back to a romantic comedy." Wolfram informed me. I just laughed, taking in his sweet scent as we fell asleep.


Well yeah, the reason for the angsty story that seemingly has no relation to this story? After the sequel (yes, there will be a sequel. Tell me if you have any ideas or anything, or if....ya know...you don't want a sequel lol) I will be writing a story with Hiro. This is a bit of background information I guess, and it also helps with the whole....idk....whatever of it all

jeez...there's a live band next door, and even though they're great, they're loud....

Have a lovely evening

And thanks to the reviewers!