Help Me Find My Wings
By,
Rune Wolfe
Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou;
Note: please forgive me for not updating for so long, things have been chaotic lately. Anyway, finally we get to the Christmas party. (by the way, I just posted a fiction/fantasy story on titled: Awtry Handell, if you are interested. It is slash.)
Chapter 5: Staying Afloat
Yuuri chuckled softly as he watched Wolfram fuss over what he was going to wear to the Christmas party. Of course… it wouldn't be a big party, but even so a queen must always make a statement, or at least look respectable for the moment when said queen would announce to Yuuri's parents that they were going to have a baby.
In the mean time, the king aforementioned, had slinked his way up to his wife and was cradling him delicately while swaying back and forth; he wanted to have a little fun of his own. Wolfram dropped the jacket in his hands as Yuuri's fingers found their way beneath his shirt. Trying to subdue his instincts and wriggle out of his husband's grasp, the blonde moaned. "Yuuri… I just got dressed…we'll never get there if things like this keep happening. It took long enough for me to take a shower with you fondling me!"
The king imitated his queen's pout, "I was not fondling you, just worshipping your beauty as a dutiful husband should."
Wolfram snorted and mumbled, "Vulgar lout," however in no way did his words hold any true offense. With that, now being free, he knelt and picked up his jacket, checking to see if it was wrinkled.
"If you need to pick a new outfit…," Yuuri whispered sensually into his ear whilst gently massaging the man's shoulder-blades, "I could help…."
Wolfram shrugged him off, "too bad for you I don't. The jacket looks fine and it's not going to get any more wrinkled for the time being."
"It could be arranged…." Yuuri had relocated his lips at the nape of Wolfram's neck, nipping at his sensitive spot. He tried to grab the article of clothing while his husband wasn't looking, but to no avail. His wife spun around to dodge his hands only to have the two of them land on the mattress. Yuuri smiled inwardly at his success as his lips made contact with Wolfram's tepid skin.
"Yuuri we really have to get going," Wolfram groaned as Yuuri immediately began unbuttoning his shirt and licking his warm skin. Finally he gave up. "Fine, Yuuri, but make this quick."
"You say that as if this is unpleasant."
"It will be if you don't finish soon."
"Alright, alright."
Much love and passion followed.
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Conrad, Ken, and Gwendal sat anxiously on the couch in the Shibuya home. They were far too impatient for the royal couple to arrive, because it was then that the fun would begin. Meanwhile, Greta, Gunter, Cheri, and Anissina who had arrived that morning, bustled around the room, helping Jennifer with whatever had to be done. Wolfram's older brothers eyed the excitement warily, they couldn't wait for the others to find out about the king and queen's naughty little secret. Not that it was naughty…but still, nothing this exciting had happened since their wedding.
Ken spoke first, "what is taking them so long?"
Gwendal rolled his eyes in response, crossing his arms across his chest, "to be honest… I don't want to think about it."
Conrad just smiled his usual 'life's perfect' smile, "I wouldn't be so fast to judge. Besides, alone time is good for them and the ba-," and hand to his mouth cut him off.
An annoyed sage glared at him, "don't say it!"
Gwendal forced out a single rough laugh, "says the one who blabbed it to everybody yesterday."
The boy grinned, "That was an accident. However I believe the look on Wolfram's face was worth it though."
Just then Greta darted past, "they're here! They're here!" The trio stood and looked to see a satisfied Yuuri and a somewhat weary looking Wolfram with a limp enter the room. At that moment the queen looked very much at peace with the world. Conrad laughed at their inability to keep their hands off of one another.
"Yuuri!" Greta catapulted himself into her father's arms, slightly swinging about his neck causing the boy to become very unbalanced.
"Greta, merry Christmas!" The king grinned moving away from his wife towards the couch. Then realizing that Wolfram hadn't followed, he beckoned his mate to join them. The blonde just eyed him suspiciously.
"Is it safe? You're not planning to traumatize our daughter now are you?"
Yuuri gave him a disappointed look, one that Wolfram found hard to resist. Weakly he indulged his king's wishes and took a seat beside his family. They sang songs and laughed along with their daughter until Yuuri's mother announced that dinner was on the table.
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As they gathered around the table, Wolfram couldn't help but notice Conrad and Gwendal watching him expectantly. They were waiting for him to make the wrong move, like vultures. Wolfram shot them a cold look and returned to putting food on Yuuri's plate as any good wife would although the boy insisted that he could do it himself.
But, once again, Ken was not so patient. "So…what's new with the royal family?"
Yuuri left the question for Wolfram to answer, knowing that the queen could probably spar better with the great sage. The blonde just smiled sincerely and said, "Nothing new, just your regular royal duties."
The boy tried again, "Planning on making this family bigger anytime soon?" Wolfram coughed and nearly choked on the piece of meat he had been chewing. That had been too close to the mark. Yuuri rubbed his back tenderly as the man cleared his throat.
Miko began to stand, concerned, "are you alright Wolfie-chan?" She hadn't seemed to notice Ken's question whatsoever.
"I-I'm fine," Wolfram coughed, shakily sipping the water Greta offered him. He swore that he would kill the damn sage if it was the last thing he ever did.
Luckily, Yuuri noticed, his parents seemed oblivious to Ken's non-subtle hinting. For this he thank the gods but it was also very obvious that this was going to be a long night.
