Shibuya Yuuri had seen a lot of bizarre things since his arrival in Shin Makoku - flying skeletons, pirates in sailor uniforms, an 800-year-old little girl, and Yozak in a dress... on several occasions. But nothing could prepare him for what had just happened. Simply put, he wasn't ready for it at all.
He turned away from the window to address the boy standing next to him. "What did you just say?" he asked incredulously, his face a mask of disbelief.
Wolfram leaned on the windowsill and looked up at him calmly. "I asked if I could kiss you," he said, brushing his bangs out of his face with two long fingers. He smiled slightly. "Did you think I was never going to ask?"
Yuuri could hardly speak. He felt his face blanch, and his tongue was numb and sluggish in his mouth. "K-Kiss?" he finally stammered out. "You want to... kiss me?"
Wolfram gave him an exasperated look. "Are you seriously asking me that question?"
Yuuri's eyes widened. He looked around frantically, trying to think of a place he could hide, preferably for a good long time. Wolfram put a stop to that by placing a firm hand on his shoulder, forcing his gaze back up to those impossibly green eyes. He felt the blanch in his cheeks instantly transform to a warm flush, which irritated him intensely.
"Yuuri, are you blushing?" The victorious expression on Wolfram's face was almost too much to bear.
The young king winced and turned his head. "It's not what you think," he scowled. "C'mon Wolf, you're embarrassing me."
Wolfram sighed. "I just figured, since we're here in the moonlight and all..."
"I thought we were just having a conversation," Yuuri said sullenly.
"It was a romantic moment!"
"We're both men! Men don't have romantic moments!"
Wolfram's looked up in surprise, then laughed softly. "Is that what this is about?" he asked. "If so, you have a lot to learn about the kinds of relationships men can have."
"Oh, I suppose you would know, wouldn't you!" Yuuri's face burned and he yanked out of the young noble's grasp. He ignored Wolfram's startled expression and turned to walk away, only getting a few steps before strong fingers on his wrist pulled him back. "Let me go," he said quietly. He didn't look up, afraid to let Wolfram see the anger and confusion he was feeling. Certainly, the blonde was beautiful, and his sexual preferences were no secret, but they had always had an unspoken agreement. He had never seriously approached Yuuri... never seriously pressed the question...
"Yuuri..." Wolfram's voice brought him out of his reverie. The young king looked up slowly. "I'll let you go, but answer my question first."
"W-Why..." Yuuri managed to stutter out. "Why did you ask me that...?"
A tender smile spread across the fairer boy's face. "Idiot. Because I love you."
There it was. Yuuri couldn't do anything but stare at that hauntingly beautiful smile, a beacon in the pale moonlit glow surrounding his fiance. He looks like an angel, he thought suddenly. When he smiles, he really does look like an angel. "Wolfram," he whispered. He felt like a wrecking ball was thumping against the inside of his chest. "I just don't know... if I'm like that..." The rest of the sentence hung unspoken in the air. I don't know... if I'm like you.
Wolfram touched the side of Yuuri's face in a rare gesture of affection. "Would you like to find out?" he murmured tenderly.
Something clicked in Yuuri's head. Wolfram was right. He had been avoiding the question for so long that the possibility of really finding out for sure had never occurred to him. If I do this, I'll know. One way or another, I'll know. He swallowed. After a long pause, he finally met Wolfram's emerald gaze and nodded slowly.
The young noble's eyes lit up and some unfamiliar emotion washed over his face. This way, in this light, Yuuri almost didn't recognize him. His pouty, selfish, overprotective fiance was gone, replaced by something more akin to a hunter finally given permission to pursue his quarry. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, he thought, as he allowed Wolfram to tilt his face up slightly. He suddenly felt quite drunk.
"Have you ever done this?" Wolfram asked, his breath feathering across Yuuri's lips.
"...No," he responded softly. I can't believe this is happening.
Wolfram smirked, something like satisfaction shining in his eyes. "Good," he said, cupping Yuuri's cheek with one hand. "I wanted to be your first."
"What's that supposed to -" Yuuri started to say, before he was silenced by his fiance's lips pressed firmly against his own. By the time he was aware of what was happening, he was already kissing the boy back, his eyes drifting closed of their own accord. He was trying to focus on the experience, but it became increasingly impossible to pay attention to anything as his head filled with the scent and taste of Wolfram von Bielefeld. I'm kissing a prince, he thought dimly as his hands unconsciously moved to press against Wolfram's chest. And he is kissing a king. The other boy shifted and slid his arms around Yuuri, drawing him closer at the same time as he deepened the kiss. His lips were so soft and warm against Yuuri's that the young king found himself desperately wanting to stay there forever, and he made a noise of protest when Wolfram finally pulled away.
"You have to breathe, Yuuri," Wolfram panted, his own flushed cheeks betraying a similar reluctance to stop.
Yuuri took a long, shaky breath. "Wolfram..." was all he could manage to say. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against his fiance's. His shoulders slumped and he felt strangely weak as he struggled to control the rushed rising and falling of his chest.
Wolfram nudged his nose against Yuuri's, an appreciative smile gracing his face. "Well? How was that?"
Yuuri just shook his head wordlessly. Wolfram caught him in his arms and pulled away to look him in the eyes. "Yuuri," he said, his voice now quite serious. "If you don't want this, all you have to do is say so, and I'll never do that again. Understand?"
The young king looked up sharply. "Wolfram," he breathed. "If you ever stop..."
A vulnerable look shone in his fiance's eyes. "Yuuri, don't say that if you don't mean it..."
"Shut up. Don't ever stop. Wolf..."
"Yuuri." He kissed the other boy again, more roughly this time, his hands clinging to the black fabric of his fiance's uniform as though he were afraid the boy would disappear at any moment. When they finally broke away from each other, his face was heated and flushed a deep rose, causing Yuuri to blush in turn. "Does this mean you like boys after all?" Wolfram teased, nudging the pretty young king.
"I don't know," Yuuri confessed, as he slid his arms around his fiancé's waist. "I think it just means I like you."
Wolfram smiled his angel's smile then, causing Yuuri's heart to trill in his chest. "I can live with that," the boy said softly, leaning his fair head on Yuuri's shoulder and sighing deeply into their embrace.
"Me too," Yuuri murmured. "It really doesn't seem so bad."
