Yeah I know it's late. Sorry, guys. I've been super busy lately. And the next one may or not be Sunday. I have a party tomorrow that I've been planning since March, soooo...yeah....But I should be able to do it on Sunday after clean-up and everything.

So here's the next part! Yuri and Wolfram are off to the movies! Fun stuff, ay?

Disclaimer: No. I do not, under any circumstances, own Kyo Kara Maoh. It is not mine. No matter how much I'd love it to be.

We walked into the large, open room together. All the lights were dimly lit, and a large picture screen of some sort was positioned at the front. Once the rest of the area was visible, I noticed rows and rows of neat, darkly colored chairs. Yuri, taking me by the wrist, 'tore up the stairs', and not in a literal sense, as I'd been told, evidently this was a saying by the humans to mean 'he ran fast'. Then why the fuck don't they just say that?

The second to last row up, he turned, pacing to the middle, and took a seat. I simply stood there, confused.

"Sit, Wolfram," He told me. I looked at him, and then above my head to notice a large hole in the wall, where some kind of giant machine stood, pointing towards the picture screen. Instinctively, I reached for my sword, only to remember it wasn't there. Cursing under my breath, I took a seat, on-guard. Nothing was going to harm Yuri. Not today, not ever, and certainly not with some giant 'bazooka' looking thing.

After a few more moments, the 'previews' started. They all started off the same, which made no sense. In every one, there was some, quote-un-quote, 'beautiful' girl, who seemed just downright stupid and wimpy to me. And then, as the moving pictures progressed, all of her friends around her started to die, either by 'Death' personified, man-eating fish, or cannibals. These humans certainly do have strange taste.

"These previews are retarded," Yuri commented beside me. Of course, my human had amazing taste.

"Is this what you brought me to see?"

"No, silly," he laughed, patting my arm. "These are just previews, like I told you. There are always a few of these before the movie actually starts," as he said this, the lights dimmed a bit more. "Perfect timing," he grinned. But why were all the lights going out? This was so confusing. I ran my hands down my face harshly, then through my hair quickly.

"What's going on?" I asked him in a hushed tone.

"The movie is starting, you know, what I brought you to see?"

"Oh, right." I nodded and reverently turned to the screen. Perhaps this really was all there was to it. No bloodshed, no diplomatic bastards, just Yuri and me. Even if these humans had strange taste in movies, they really knew how to make a person feel great. I smiled as the movie started, not really paying much attention to it all. Beside me, Yuri took a long sip of his drink, and then set it between his legs, holding it there. I sort of, kinda, really wanted to be that drink. I felt a little bit deprived. Of course, I'd held on for eighty years, why should I be able to do the same thing now? I inhaled and turned my attention back to the movie picture, where it should have been in the first place. Unlike the previews, there was no 'beautiful' girl in the beginning. Instead, there was a creepy looking man in a long cape and fake canines. In my mind, I scoffed. Was this their perception of a 'vampire'?

As the movie progressed, I grew less and less interested in it, and more interested in the boy sitting beside me. He didn't realize my glancing, almost staring, until about half-way in, where every few seconds, he would glance back. Even in the dark, I watched as a blush crept over his cheeks, sitting there, and staying there. His hand, palm up, was rested on the arm piece. Was this the human way of asking to hold hands? In Shin Makoku, all we did was ask or take it. We never sat there like idiots. Of course, we weren't huge wimps either.

But nonetheless, I smiled, taking his hand in mine. His blush reached his ears. He was just too adorable. Taking in the general area, I realized that besides us, there was only two more groups of people here. Both below us. And they were small groups of three and four people. Wait, why was I thinking about that though? Why did that matter? My palms started to sweat a little. Was it because it was hot, or because of some other reason?

"Wolf?" Yuri seemed a bit worried. "You O.K.?"

"Uhhh…yeah." I nodded, keeping my mind on the movie. I let go of his hand quickly and placed it in my lap. Yuri leaned his head in front of me to get a better look at my face, I shrank back into my seat, trying look around him but failing. "What?"

"You were sweating, are you feeling well?"

"I'm fine," I told him harshly. "Now let me watch the movie."

"Fine," He sighed. "Just trying to help." Suddenly, pressure swelled in my chest and retreated into my stomach.

Dammit, why now of all times? I yelled at myself mentally. I was watching a movie about fake, unrealistic vampires with some kind of red paint as blood, what was the point of being aroused? I was on a date. I wasn't supposed to be ruining it with my libido!

"Wolfram?" I crossed my legs, inhaling. That damn wimp, he just couldn't see what he did to me. "Come on, seriously, what's up with you?" He was staring at my clenched fists. As I relaxed my hand, I saw little crescent moons that had been imprinted into my palms.

"This is all your fault." I managed to get out through grit teeth.

"What is?" He asked, placing his hand on my forehead. "Wow, you are warm." For some reason, I was reminded of a night a few days ago. If this same thing happened to him, why wasn't he realizing it?

"Yes, I realize this." Neither of us were paying attention to the movie now. "And, again, it's your fault."

"How is it my fault?"

"Stupid," I growled, reaching across him and pulling him into a kiss. He leaned over the seat, slightly surprised, but accepting nonetheless. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, growing hard as he moaned. Suddenly, realization seemed to hit him. He placed his hands on both of my arms and pushed away.

"Wolfram," his voice was harsh. "We're in public."

"So? No one can see us," I tried to reach over to kiss him again, but he leaned back, crouching down into the seat.

"I don't care," He grumbled, crossing his arms. "No means no," he informed me, as if I didn't know the meaning of the word.

"So I'm just supposed to sit here and pretend to watch this stupid movie?"

"First of all, I like this movie; second of all, if you didn't want to come, you didn't have to."

"I did want to come with you." I told him. "But it was to be with you, not to watch this wimpy moving picture."

"You could have suggested something else." He murmured. "I offered to take you to the park."

"I didn't want to go to the park," I told him, voice low.

"I can't hear you when you mumble, Wolf," He rolled his eyes.

"I didn't want to go the park." I said, slightly louder. O.K., a lot louder. It was then that I realized the credits were rolling. "I just…" I stood and turned away.

"Just what?" Yuri asked, standing also.

"Wanted you." I closed my eyes as he turned me around, fingers gripping my shoulders. "I didn't really care where we went, as long as I could be with you, but that movie was much longer than I expected it! And all we did was sit there! How am I supposed to be satisfied with that? Sure, in the beginning, it was OK, but…this is just unfair!" I had planned to go further, but my rant was cut short by Yuri's lips. Surprised by the fact that he was the one to kiss me, I stood stunned for a moment. His arms grew tight around my waist, bringing me closer to him, and with the force put behind the kiss, my lips felt as if they were being bruised. There was no battle for dominance, I gave it up willingly. His tongue ran over mine, then under it, tasting every inch of my mouth. After a second, he stopped, took in a sharp breath, and sucked on my bottom lip.

"And there you have me, now let's go," His tone was broken and uneven as he pulled away. Still astonished, I stood there for a moment before he grabbed my hand and dragged me from the room.

"Oh, how was the movie, boys?" Mama asked as we walked into the house, hands not intertwined, but touching. We both looked at each other and laughed.

"Yeah, mom, it was great."

"Oh that's wonderful, you boy's must've had a great time."

Oh we did…"Yes, Mama, it was wonderful." Not caring about Yuri's feelings nor the ones of the others in the room, I gripped his hand in my own, and astoundingly, he didn't pull away. He was full of surprises today. Taking me on a date, making out with me in a theater, letting me hold his hand in front of his family. It only made me love the wimp that much more.

"Wolfram," Yuri warned as my hands began to wander over his body. "Stop it," He growled. The ceiling fan was on the highest speed, its clanging noise nothing but a distraction. The lights in his room were off, the only thing illuminating us was the evening sun, bathing the room in a warm, golden light.

"Sorry, can't." I told him, lips attaching to the skin on his shoulder.

"But…Wolf," he whined, his hands pushing on my chest.

"But nothing." I snapped back as the force behind his pushing was lost. My lips moved from his shoulder to his neck, sucking at the crook. He let out a sharp breath, hands reaching from my chest to around my back, wrapping around my waist. I turned my head; running my tongue along his Adam's apple and feeling him wince underneath me.

"Wolf…" He sighed my name, face upturned to the ceiling. I moved up to kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip before shoving my tongue onto his. He groaned as we fought for dominance, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as if they'd never been there. Finally, I let Yuri take over. He gripped my arms tightly, leading me to the far wall and holding me there. His knee rose, resting between my legs and educing a small moan. Releasing his hands from my arms, he let his fingers roam underneath my shirt. Even though they were trembling, an air of confidence wavered around him as he pulled out of the kiss. "Love you," He grinned.

My breath caught in my throat. It was hard to speak, almost impossible. "I…love you too…wimp."

"Why must you ruin the moment with such banter?" He asked with some kind of accent. It sounded formal, prissy almost.

"I beg to differ," I responded in the same foreign accent. "I don't think anything could ruin this moment."

"This moment is already ruined." He whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. It was true, it had been, but not by me.

"And you're only making it worse," I scoffed, body still glued to the wall. "Shut up,"

"No, you shut up," His grin grew wide, into a beam. He was joking. I however, was not in a joking mood. Taking him off guard, I spun around, shoving him against the wall and kissed him. As I did so, I pressed my groin against his, feeling a shock of pleasure run through my veins.

Taking his not resisting as a motivator, I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and sucking on every inch of skin I could find. I nipped at his belly button, listening as he giggled, and then played with the rim of his pants. I moved back up, kissing his mouth as I slid my hand down his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his warmth. His body quivered as he moaned into my mouth.

"Wolf…ram," his voice was soft, loving. I adored it. Suddenly, he pulled away, shoving me away from him and letting me fall backwards on his bed. What was with all the damn surprises today. "Listen…Wolfram…we can't be doing this, not now."

"Oh come on, you want it just as badly as I do."

A blush crept onto his face. "As true as it may be…." He paused.

"Why do you care about hiding it so much? Everyone knows, and you're brother doesn't care as long as I'm not taking advantage of you. On the other hand," I tried to give him my most seductive glare.

He swallowed harshly. "So what you're saying is…"

"As long as you do everything, it should be fine. I have no problems with just lying here."

"You are insanely lazy," He sighed.

"It's not about being lazy," I shook my head. "It's about wanting something so much, you feel like you'll die if you don't get it."

"Impatient too, it seems," He grinned, walking towards me extremely slowly. Then, just as slowly, he leaned over me, pressing his lips to my forehead. I closed my eyes tightly, noticing that even this simple action turned me on. It seemed to be turning him on too. "Gah," he snapped once he pulled away. He bolted to the other side of the room, locking the door before coming back to me grabbing my shirt off, literally ripping the buttons. "I can't do this slowly," His voice was husky. "I don't have that kind of restraint." Vigorously, he attached his mouth to my nipple, letting his hands wander down to my pants. And without skipping a beat, he pulled them down. I hissed with pleasure as the cool air hit my erection, and then let a full out moan when he pressed his lips to it chastely. But then, he pulled away. I had half a mind to pummel him to the ground before I realized that he was lifting my legs to his shoulders, lowering himself down to push his tongue into me. Involuntarily, I arched my back, fingers clutching the underside of my thighs as I took in a sharp breath. My whole body was being electrified by his touch. My breath was being taken away by his lips. My heart was palpitating with his sounds. Everything, every little thing I owned was being snatched away from right before my eyes. And I was alright with that. He could take away whatever he wanted, as long as he would stay by my side. Somewhere along the way, I moaned his name, my dry lips barely parting. He moved now, reaching up between my legs to kiss my whimpering mouth. His fingers wandered over my body, grazing my hands that still clutched my legs, then moving in a positing best to enter me. I held my breath, closing my eyes, waiting for it. Slowly, gracefully, he pressed his middle finger into me, sliding it in and out. After a moment, after I begged him for more, even if it was just a little bit, he slid his index finger in too. Evidently remembering something from a few nights ago, he turned his fingers upwards, hitting my prostrate dead-on.

I dug my fingernails further into my legs, feeling the blood trickle down. My mouth gaped open, soundless pleasure coming in waves through me. Even if I wanted to make a sound, my throat wouldn't allow it. Not until another three thrusts later, when I could no longer do anything to stop those noises.

"Yu…ri," Tears pooled in my eyes, blurring my sight. But, even if no tears had been there, my sight would have been clouded over with lust. "Please…" I groaned.

"Wolfram," His eyes were cast downwards, looking anywhere but my face. "I…can't…I can't do that."

"Why not?" I asked. "Please, I need you."

"But…what if I hurt you?"

"I'm…a man, I can take…it." I breathed out.

"Alright," He told me, hurt buried deep in his tone. "Alright."

O///O Ohhhh....what is this? Haha, but it's great, cause I wrote this in Spanish class. It seems I have finally gotten over writing this. I used to need to take a second to breathe. Or giggled. Or whatever other impulse I had at the time.

So yeah, see you guys in a few days!