AN: This is my first foray into the world of Kyo Kara Maou. I've only seen up to episode ten, so please bear with me. Anyway, I do not own KKM or any of the characters that are represented in the story. Please don't sue. They, along with the world, belong to the manga-ka, whose name escapes me at the moment. Along these warning lines, this is shounen-ai (boy/boy), and could become yaoi (boy/boy love) at any point, though I doubt they will… These are mostly drabbles, so they are going to be short. Later on, I'm going to write a full-length fic, but for now, this will have to suffice. Enjoy and reveiw!
Stolen Kisses
Chapter One: Yuuri/Wolfram
Pillow Talk
It wasn't odd in the demon world that Shibuya Yuuri was king of if two men were to fall in love and get married. Unfortunately, where Yuuri was from, it was. To say that suddenly being engaged to a demon prince was disconcerting was understating the situation. At first, Yuuri had thought that it would be no big deal, that he and his fiancée would just ignore each other. After all, Wolfram couldn't stand the sight of Yuuri, thinking the new Maou to be an insufferable wimp.
Needless to say, finding the blonde prince in his bed one night after returning from Earth was something that scared Yuuri senseless. Not to mention finding his definitely male fiancée in a frilly pink negligee that looked like something his mother back on Earth would own was also part of the sudden curve ball that had been thrown at the poor King. Knowing that it was wiser to stay silent rather than confront the volatile blonde, Yuuri merely changed for bed and slid in next to the emerald-eyed prince.
Steeling himself, he pushed all hentai thoughts from his mind, preferring to think of this as a sleepover with friends instead of what it probably represented to the rest of the kingdom. There was no way that Yuuri, a straight male, was going to marry the blonde god lying beside him. Nope, even if Wolfram looked good enough to eat lying in the king sized bed, golden hair spread on the plush pillows, curious green eyes gazing at him quizzically…
Stop it, Shibuya! Yuuri shook his head, as though the motion itself would clear all of the hentai thoughts that were forming from taking shape.
"Yuuri?" Wolfram's soft whisper broke the dark haired boy's thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"
Yuuri smiled at his fiancée. Silently, he wondered what Wolfram would think if he knew. Would he be disgusted? Something about the way the boy had been acting lately told him that wasn't the reaction he'd get. It would probably be more along the lines of a shout of triumph and a tight embrace. The Maou flushed. Realizing that he'd been silent for a while, he responded, "Nothing really, Wolfram. Just random thoughts."
Thinking that was the end of the conversation, Yuuri turned on his side and closed his eyes. Suddenly, there was a pleasant warmth at his back, and a hesitant whisper in his ear. "Are you thinking about him?"
The dark-eyed Maou didn't need to question who he was. There was only one person that Wolfram spoke of that reproachfully. Konrad. Yuuri sighed. He knew that the two half-siblings didn't get along, and he wanted nothing more to rectify that, but the gap between them was so deep that he didn't know where to start. Turning around, he came face to face with Wolfram. There was a part of him that shied away from the close proximity of their bodies. After all, a deep breath would have their lips meeting. Another part, though, was exhilarated by the closeness. A part of him wanted to close the gap and press his lips against the other boy's and taste his fiancée.
Forcefully, Yuuri pushed those thoughts away and focused on the deep green of Wolfram's eyes. Quietly, he replied, "No, I'm not thinking of Konrad." At Wolfram's disbelieving look, Yuuri knew that the only way to convince the prince would be to tell the truth. "I was thinking about you."
Even though this was said in a whisper, Wolfram heard and something in Wolfram's eyes flared to life. Hope. Something that the blonde prince had never dare felt when it came to Yuuri. After all, why would he need the blonde when he could have the handsome Weller-kyo, who had been to Yuuri's world, knew about the things that the young king was passionate about? As far as Wolfram had been concerned, if Yuuri was going to fall in love with a man, it would most likely be Weller-kyo.
"You're lying," Wolfram whispered. Perhaps the whisper was too harsh because Yuuri drew back as if slapped, eyes wide. Silently, Wolfram cursed himself for bringing such a look upon his precious king's face, but he also knew that should he allow hope to grow where there had previously been none, it would only bring the prince great pain when Yuuri did indeed fall in love with another.
Yuuri watched Wolfram's eyes cloud over with an emotion that the Maou couldn't name. His heart beat painfully in his chest seeing the prince's eyes like that. He wanted that look off of his fiancée's face, but he didn't know how.
That's a lie, Shibuya, a voice whispered in his mind. You know damn well how to take that look off his face.
Taking a deep breath, Yuuri grasped his resolve and leaned forward and closed the gap between his face and the green-eyed prince's. Hesitantly, he pressed his mouth against the other boy's, silently praying that he wouldn't be smacked for this show. He was pleasantly surprised when Wolfram hesitantly responded, applying pressure to Yuuri's lips.
Yuuri's eyes closed slowly as he shyly wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. He felt hesitant arms wrapping around his neck, and he melted into the kiss.
The Maou wanted to deepen the kiss, but he didn't want to scare Wolfram, so he contented himself with adding a little more pressure to the kiss and pulling the demon prince closer to him. He felt Wolfram smile into the kiss before they pulled apart, and when Yuuri looked at the blonde, the green eyes sparkled like a gem in the sunlight. A soft smile graced the prince's lips, and Yuuri felt his breath catch in his throat at the emotion he felt swelling in his chest.
Deciding that he would think on his emotions at a later date, he smiled back at Wolfram before speaking. "Do you believe me now? I really was thinking of you, Wolf."
Wolfram didn't respond, instead, he curled up against Yuuri's chest, snuggling into the Maou as his arms moved to wrap around Yuuri's slender waist. Soon, Wolfram's breathing slowed and he drifted to sleep, still holding on to Yuuri.
Yuuri looked down at the sleeping prince that lay encircled in his arms. Smiling fondly at the prince, he placed a soft kiss into the tousled blonde lock, and followed Wolfram into the land of dreams, a smile still on his face.
