Wolfram's Tears
The Passion
Finally, at one the next morning, Yuri reached his bed and collapsed, feeling more than a little tipsy from the vigorous amount of wine he was now regretting he'd rapidly ingested.
Wolfram was still with Greta, having ordered Yuri to bed since he was no help to the story telling, being unable to focus on the printed words which weren't even Japanese.
Well, he couldn't be expected to read a foreign language in his state, surely?
Wolfram had disagreed.
Yuri waited between wakefulness and sleep for Wolfram's return to their room.
It had been a very long day and Yuri's eyes were heavy with exhaustion.
Still, he was curious enough about his fiancé's arrival to battle against the willful urge to slip into dreamland.
Wolfram, finally, walked through their bedroom door some time later, waking Yuri fully as the bedroom door closed behind him. And the resulting "click" of the brass key being turned from the inside sent an electric charge throughout Yuri's whole body, sobering him up in an instant and setting his nerves on fire.
Yuri rolled over slowly, watching as Wolfram stood in front of their shared closet and undressed with his back to the bed, equally as slow.
Lean muscle shifted and glided under pale skin glowing in the silvery light streaming through the high windows. Without his clothes, Wolfram appeared even more like an angel, delicate and breakable but somehow incredibly strong and eternal.
Yuri thought his fiancé was a beautiful contradiction of this world and the next, and the most exciting and precious person in his life.
Wrapped in his silken pink negligee, Wolfram glided over to where Yuri lay, motionless, too terrified to move, and seated himself on the edge of the bed beside his King, luminous green eyes soft in the moonlight, and golden hair tickling Yuri's face as he grew closer.
Yuri gasped as warm lips pressed to his moist forehead, staring when Wolfram pulled back with a concerned frown.
"You feel a little warm." He murmured thoughtfully.
Yuri warmed some more at his words.
"It's not a fever." He knew for sure.
Wolfram only pouted his lips and reached for Yuri's new jacket, running his fingers down the gold buttons and "popping" them through each hole.
"W-wha-er." Yuri stuttered a little alarmed.
Wolfram shushed him and continued with his self-appointed task with a contented light in his focused eyes.
Yuri watched his face, gradually relaxing under the patient ministrations of his long time friend and recent, well - lover, he supposed. He blushed even as he thought the word but Yuri had to admit he felt strangely content himself, being this close to Wolfram.
He wondered if it meant anything at all.
His jacket was removed and so was his white undershirt.
However, the peaceful bubble Yuri had been floating in was abruptly burst, his stomach launching when elegant, pale fingers tugged on his belt buckle.
He quickly grabbed Wolfram's hands in his and sat up with a jerk.
"Wait! Erm, I can do the rest."
Wolfram frowned warily as he gazed intensely at Yuri's flushed and sweaty face.
"Are you sure?" he asked cautiously.
Yuri nodded, his hair flapping around his face.
"Yes. Yes. I really can. I feel fine." He tried to smile assuredly and must have managed it because Wolfram released him with a shake of his golden head, before wondering over to the chest of draws and pulling Yuri's blue pajamas out.
Yuri had taken off his belt by the time Wolfram rejoined him by the bed and was working on his trousers.
Wolfram long-sufferingly folded each item Yuri took off and placed it on the vanity chair. Yuri couldn't take his eyes off of him and the satisfied smile curving his cute mouth, so much so, he tripped over his trousers and fell back onto the bed with a dull "thud".
Wolfram was giggling somewhere to Yuri's left as he scowled embarrassedly at the ceiling.
Yuri pouted with his cheeks burning, feeling Wolfram touch his ankle and untie his trainers with the same patience as he had undressed him earlier.
Yuri didn't sit up this time as his trousers were slid down his legs and off, although, he did squeeze his eyes shut, wondering what the hell he looked like, lying with his legs dangling over the side of the bed in nothing but a leather thong, which, by the way, Yuri still vocally contested was NOT fashion.
A familiar weight pressed up beside him and Yuri felt his heartbeat stutter.
He swallowed all the saliva in his mouth leaving his throat bone dry, and he lay there, suddenly panting, refusing himself the notion to open his eyes.
"I've wanted to do this all day."
Yuri shivered as warm, moist air caressed his surprisingly sensitive ears and held his breath when the weight next to him shifted.
Soft, velvety lips kissed his mouth and Yuri could suddenly breathe again, his heart thumping heavily in his chest and reverberating within his brain.
The tension in his body was melted to nothing by the heat of the young man chest to chest resting on him like an electric blanket. And Yuri felt the slipping, sliding sensation again, the one which promised peace and tranquility.
One who was familiar and his trusted friend.
The kiss was gentle at first, the tension gradually building.
Yuri eagerly met Wolfram's passion with his own rising intensity.
"I love you, Yuri."
Wolfram was so close and his green eyes so bright, his face so expectant.
Yuri felt too warm, his heart clenching and stuttering in his chest, beating too fast, his breathing too quick.
His throat was too dry to speak.
"I know." He croaked and stared into Wolfram's unchanging expression.
Yuri felt himself become even warmer, his heart beat even faster and his breathing coming even quicker.
He took a deep breath, reaching to touch the soft skin of Wolfram's pale pink cheek.
The first touch he had initiated between them since their first kiss. And Yuri could think again, he could breathe again, and speak.
"I love you, Wolfram."
Wolfram's smile was blinding in its radiance, so close. However, Yuri couldn't flinch away even if he wanted to and welcomed that smiling mouth on his own once again.
"I didn't mean it, you know. What I said before." Wolfram confessed in a hushed tone, moist and swollen lips moving distractingly against Yuri's, not meeting his eyes.
Yuri felt his stomach drop slightly and he slowly pulled back to see Wolfram better.
"What? What didn't you mean?
Wolfram looked at him sadly and a little ashamed, and Yuri was feeling very uneasy all of a sudden.
"I don't really want you to... to use me... for that, you know?" He dropped his shimmering gaze to his hands again.
Yuri felt relief flood him and for more reasons than just one.
He really had been worried about this.
Now he smiled with satisfaction.
"Good. I don't want you to think like that, Wolfram. You're too precious to me for that."
Wolfram smiled hesitantly back and leaned forward to steal another kiss. And this time, Yuri surprised even himself by meeting him halfway.
Wolfram moaned happily and pushed back onto Yuri with gaining enthusiasm. And Yuri followed the movement without a fight.
Yuri was happy to do this forever.
So, when Wolfram abandoned Yuri's mouth, Yuri, of course, began to protest until Wolfram's lips and his tongue started to travel down the length of his, pretty much, naked body.
Yuri hissed and flinched when Wolfram licked his nipples, finding the sensation weird.
Wolfram smirked down at him with a muttered "Wimp" before moving lower, sucking on the olive skin over the hard earned muscles of Yuri's abdominal, scraping his teeth just to make Yuri twitch and gasp.
The tug on the knot of Yuri's underwear was like a bolt of lightning throughout his entire body, and his head came up to stare wild-eyed at the golden head between his legs.
What a wakeup call!
"Do you know what you're doing?" Yuri asked nervously, his thigh muscles twitching reflexively.
Wolfram gave him The Look.
Yuri gulped.
"No. I mean, of course, I know what you're... what you're going to... What I mean is, eh, do you, I mean, have you...?" He trailed off in abject horror.
Wolfram was also blushing and suddenly appearing unsure of himself, on his knees on the floor between Yuri's bent legs, fiddling idly with the remaining knot of Yuri's last scrap of clothing (if you could even think of it as that. Yuri definitely couldn't).
A tense moment of silence went on and then on, and all at once a horrible thought occurred to Yuri.
Wolfram hadn't answered his question.
The ravenous monster in his chest gnashed its teeth as hot, molten jealousy seethed within him.
One thought froze his mind.
Wolfram had been with someone else!
"Who was it?" Yuri's voice was as dark as his eyes as he glared icicles into Wolfram's shocked and guilty eyes.
Wolfram could only gape at his King.
"Was it Shori?" Yuri demanded insanely.
"What?" Wolfram was shaken enough to gasp out. He spluttered. "No! Of course, not! You're the cheater not me!"
"Who was it?" Yuri hissed into Wolfram's scandalized face, sitting forward and leaning in to come face to face with his frazzled fiancé, both hands gripping the bed covers so as not to tempt himself.
Wolfram chocked on his outrage and instantly transformed before Yuri's very eyes.
Wolfram suddenly had his piecing nails deep in Yuri's thighs as he leaned up onto his knees, facing off against his King determinedly and returning Yuri's blazing gaze tenfold.
Yuri had to admit he was thoroughly impressed even while he was furious.
"There is no one."
Wolfram's words knocked some of Yuri's jealousy, and breath, out of him, and bewilderment was quickly taking over.
"I am, and always will, be completely loyal to you, Yuri. I have never been with anyone else and I don't plan on it, ever." Wolfram gritted his teeth, looking Yuri straight in the eye, his sincerity projected loud and clear.
There was no doubt in Yuri's mind.
Wolfram was telling him the absolute truth.
"But... But you're so..." Yuri stammered, completely overwhelmed.
He had been so righteous a moment ago, but now... He could think of no way to phrase his thought without insulting Wolfram's unusual (as far as Yuri is concerned) sexual intensity.
Wolfram's cheeks heated again, his whole face was now pinker than his negligee.
It was kind of cute.
However, Yuri was still very bemused.
"I, eh…"
Yuri had never heard Wolfram so hesitant before, he's normally very boisterous in his avoidance of certain issues he is too embarrassed to discuss, so this was a novelty to Yuri.
"I'm too embarrassed to say. Yuri, please don't make me?" Green eyes begged him.
Yuri blinked down at him slowly, considering.
"It's not someone else?"
He had to be sure.
Wolfram's face morphed into a frightening sight encouraging Yuri to move swiftly along.
"Right. So. No one else. Even from before...?"
The Look didn't change and Yuri had his answer.
And, really, call him gullible but Yuri believed him.
"Eh, so, yeah. Okay. Say no more." Yuri dismissed the awkward conversation with a wild wave of his hand.
Too bad he couldn't dismiss the awkwardness left between them.
Wolfram sighed tiredly and rubbed his palms gently over the red marks he had left on Yuri's thighs.
Yuri tried not to wince noticeably.
He felt relieved when Wolfram leaned back into him, his demure charm redeemed into the seductive demon from before.
"Do you trust me?"
Yuri stared into Wolfram's bright eyes and felt himself slipping once again.
"I trust you." Wolfram's whispered breath brushed his dry lips, making them both shiver.
"I don't trust me."
"Then trust me." Wolfram closed the gap between them with a searing kiss.
"I trust you." Yuri confessed on a whisper, no doubt left in his mind, and Wolfram pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss before suddenly falling back on his knees.
He boldly pulled Yuri's slip of underwear aside and engulfed his erection (which, Surprise! was still very much interested,) in one fluid movement.
Yuri was left chocking on air.
The first pull of the hot, wet mouth around him had Yuri collapsing onto his back, with blood rushing in his ears and the white of the high ceiling like a light at the end of a long tunnel, moving further and even further away…
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Neither of the young couple noticed as Yuri's eyes pinpointed into slits for just a moment.
A flash of blue!
Before his pupils were blown large, blending with the black of his eyes completely, and then blank.
No light, no sight... all that remained was the darkness...
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"Eh!?"
Yuri was standing.
Yuri was confused why he was standing.
He didn't remember how he had ended up here, ankle deep in clear, cold water, dressed in his usual black uniform.
Looking down at the slick ground beneath his white trainers, he saw the golden face of the Shin Mazoku dolphin-tailed-lion staring back at him, huge and distorted through the rippling water.
"Uh, hello?"
Hello?
Hello.
Hello, echoed off the high white walls arching up towards the black abyss beyond.
"Hang on..." Yuri muttered as his thoughts rushed at him, his voice repeating his thoughts back to him. "This is the Demon Mirror! I thought it looked familiar."
Yuri swiveled around, pleased with his guess, grinning as the water splashed about his feet.
In the resulting silence, though, his grin fell.
"What am I doing in the Demon Mirror?"
The water glowed blue.
Yuri yelped and attempted to leap out of the magic liquid but, of course, gravity exists even wherever Yuri happened to be.
He had no luck of escape, which is something he solely wished for when the reflected image of himself slowly straightened out of the water meters from him, and somehow came up completely dry.
No reflection was left behind.
"W-w-w-What are you?" Yuri shook his head in vigorous denial even as he acknowledged the embodied stranger in front of him.
His image smirked in a predatory way Yuri never would.
Yuri felt the sudden urge to rip his own face off to prove whoever this person was, it wasn't him.
"Me?"
Yuri's voice was a purr, but Yuri had never purred in his entire life!
"Why, I'm Yuri Shibuya, 27th Maoh of Shin Mazoku and devoted fiancé to the most beautiful Mazoku, Wolfram von Bielefeld. Who are you?"
Yuri could only gawp at the stranger laughing at him, deep and somehow growly.
Though, Yuri took most offense from the possessive tone in which this impersonator spoke of Wolfram.
"Liar! I'm Yuri! And Wolfram is myfiancé!"
The other Yuri arched his dark brow in a way eerily similar to how Wolfram usually did when Yuri was behaving stupid.
"So sure, are you?"
"Yes." Yuri snapped immediately, although, his voice cracked just a little.
The smirk on his parallel didn't waver, enraging Yuri further.
"Wolfram wants me, not you."
"Ah, but I am you, Yuri. Just as you are me." He laughed as Yuri scrunched up his face.
That made no sense!
"I can feel your bewilderment from here. You really are a Wimp, you know." He grinned.
Yuri frowned even harder at that.
Something... wasn't quite right...
And he means, besides the obvious.
Yuri hesitantly waved his arm out between them.
His doppelganger didn't even twitch.
Yuri dropped his arm with a gasp.
"Are you blind?"
The other's smirk didn't falter and he titled his head in a way which was clearly meant to be sarcastic.
"Love is blind, Yuri, you know this."
"But... you just said Wolfram is beautiful! I mean... how would you even know?" Yuri pursed his mouth in annoyance.
"Are you insinuating our Wolfram's beauty is only skin deep, Yuri? Really, I know you're in denial but that's insulting to both of us."
Okay, now Yuri was really confused.
"Wolfram isn't ours, he's mine."
"You say it with such conviction and, yet, here I am."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I feel how much you want our Wolfram, and still, you deny yourself... and that is why I am here." as if what he'd said made any more sense than before.
Yuri rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting.
"But why?" He settled on responding.
"That's exactly what I don't understand. You repress too much of yourself, Yuri. You push away your desire just like you push away your power."
"This hath nothing to do with I."
Yuri jumped as the Maoh appeared beside them both even more suddenly than the other had arrived.
And completing the soul triangle that was Yuri Shibuya.
Blind Yuri didn't seem to be overly pleased about the Maoh's interruption either.
"I may be blind, but I am the only one of us who sees clearly. Before, I was part of you." He tilted his head towards the Maoh, his irritation apparent. "You used to see our desire. You answered his call. But now, only I see him, only I hear him. How many more will we become before we are lost amongst ourselves, I wonder?"
"I always acknow mine beloved Wolfram."
Yuri becomes flustered by the others' obvious designs on Wolfram.
Not to mention, their easy dismissal of him.
Wolfram was his, dammit!
"This is ridiculous! I'm not repressing anything!" Yuri insisted heatedly.
"I art thou Power. He be Condupy." The Maoh persisted back.
"Shut up." Condupy snapped.
Yuri mentally sniggered and the blind one glared towards him like he knew.
"I'm your Passion, idiot. Explain how that happened if you're so open to us, huh?"
"Well..." Yuri was stuck there. He grew angry instead. "Well, then if that's true, what am I? Because I sure don't feel any different." He crossed his arms childishly like he always did when he was upset.
"Fear." Both his counterparts told him with conviction.
Yuri pouted, hurt.
"That's a horrible thing to say. Especially to yourselves." He scowled then.
Wait. What the hell was he saying?
Was he really believing this?
This was all just a dream.
"Thou art a caitiff like Wolfram always appeach." The Maoh growled at him.
Really, growled.
Yuri took a step back without meaning to give away his easy intimidation.
However, in his defense the Maoh was definitely scary when angered.
"Mark me, to move onward thou must face thy fear."
Yuri shook himself.
"How am I going to do that when I didn't even realize I was fearful in the first place?" He griped, irritated with himself.
Threefold.
"You could try accepting what you feel, maybe?" His 'Passionate'-self seemed to be a sarcastic jackass to Yuri.
However, that could be the sexual frustration talking.
Heh.
"You could stop being scared of your potential and start growing up, which, you know, would help us a lot. If you could manage that, what do you think?"
Both of the others mirrored Yuri in crossing their arms, scowling at him darkly.
Okay, that's scary.
Yuri dropped him arms and threw them up in surrender.
"Alright! Alright! I'll work on it!" He announced and was in no way, pleading.
"Good." Lusty Condupy smirked.
Yuri disliked him the most, it would be a good idea to get rid of him first, he thought.
"Although," his tone lowered into the purr again, and Yuri knew he was doing it just to annoy himself, and maybe make a point. "I am enjoying my bit."
Yuri gaped as his image waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Our honey-chan sure knows how to use his mouth, huh?"
Yuri spluttered as he woke, sitting up in bed, the silk comforter descending to his hips as he blinked in the moon-bathed room around him.
His hesitant gaze swept over to beside him where Wolfram was warm with sleep, his pink negligee slipping off his pale shoulders, and was curled contentedly into Yuri's side.
Yuri felt his whole body burn with (repressed) lust and embarrassment.
He really hoped he hadn't humiliated himself while he had been unaware.
Did he pass out?
Or did his blind parallel 'take over' like the Maoh tended to do?
Yuri almost hoped it was the former.
Almost.
NEXT CHAPTER: so, what happened while Yuri was out of it?... hmmmn... *wink*
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TRANSLATION:
Condupy: DESIRE/CONCUBINE ~insulting.
Caitiff: COWARDLY PERSON ~also insulting, heh.
Appeach: ACCUSE IN PUBLIC/IMPLICATE ~I guess this could be insulting too...? ^^