Fireplace Commune
By,
Rune Wolfe
Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou Romeo and Juliet
Note: thank you for your reviews, I hope you enjoy part II ! ( I have decided that there will be an epilogue to come, so please keep an eye out for when I finally post it.)
Part II: Not Quite Asleep….
11:30 pm, Mazoku time:
The night sky was calm, the storm having dissolved only an hour ago, revealing a ghostly moon whose light trickled in through the windows to reveal all the naughty doings that were taking place within the castle.
Conrad was wandering down the hall towards his bedroom when he noticed the door to the king's bedroom was ajar. Getting closer as to shut it, the sound of two soft voices reached his ears.
"Yuuri, do you want to?" The voice was Wolfram's, for once oddly timid and soft. Did Yuuri want to what? Although his morals were against it, he leaned against the door quietly, hesitantly peeking in. He was greeted by the sight of Yuuri saying something too softly for Conrad to hear, and pressing his lips against Wolfram's. Oh..., does Yuuri want to do that!
It seemed that Yuuri had consented, for Wolfram responded by deepening the kiss. The young king's hands knotted themselves meekly into the prince's hair, pulling him closer as he tugged the two of them down against the pillows. They drew apart for a moment, just long enough for Wolfram to whisper sweet nothings into Yuuri's ear.
"Wolf, I don't…I've never…"
Wolfram smiled, "I know, hennachoko. I won't hurt you-," but before he could finish speaking, another flash of lightning cracked the sky, sending Wolfram careening into Yuuri's arms.
The mood broken, Yuuri laughed softly, "Are you still scared, Wolf?"
The blonde blushed and looked away, "not that you would understand, wimp."
"Well, if you're scared…," the king began, thinking for a moment, "I could tell you another story."
Wolfram eyed him warily, "what are you prattling on about, hennachoko?"
Yuuri smiled mischievously, which made his blonde fiancée quite nervous. Yet it still took him a moment to remember exactly what he was going to say, but lo and behold it returned to him. Everything he had learned in 8th grade English class. "'Romeo oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo." Slowly he drew closer, pressing a soft lingering kiss to Wolfram's lips. ""Deny thy father and refuse thy name…" slowly he lay back, pulling the blonde over him like a blanket, "…or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet.'"
They drew together, passionately kissing the full expanse of each others' bodies. Although Wolfram had no idea what Yuuri was talking about, the words he said and the way he said them mesmerized him body and soul. "Yuuri," Wolfram murmured, "now you need to teach me what to say…"
Yuuri moaned as his fiancée bit at his neck, "I know no more but….," he adjusted himself in order to keep Wolfram's gaze, ""Romeo doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself." Gradually they fell into another delicious kiss.
Wolfram smiled inwardly against the king's tender lips, "if that is your wish, your majesty. We shall learn the rest together."
Conrad smiled and shook his head, pulling away and closing the door as he saw the pink nightgown be pulled hesitantly from his little brother's shoulders. This was not the place for him now, only Wolfram could teach Yuuri this lesson.
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Yuuri grasped Wolfram's shoulders, panting in need. His fiancée had pushed him so dangerously close to the edge; his mind was clouded over with thoughts only of Wolfram and becoming a single body with him. "Wolfram…!"
"Hush, hennachoko," the blonde hissed, pulling his fingers from within Yuuri. "I will take care of you."
The boy moaned, allowing his head to roll back against the pillow. He could feel Wolfram positioning himself at his entrance, the head of his shaft wet and heavy with desire. A calming hand then stroked his flushed cheek, silently asking if he was ready. Yuuri entwined his fingers with his lovers, giving the signal that he was alright.
Wolfram pushed in, being careful and as gentle as he could. Yuuri bit his lip to hold back a scream as his felt his passageway being ripped. His fiancée held him close, stroking his back and kissing his cheeks. Soon the pain faded, leaving only the divine feeling of being filled by the one he loved. "Please, Wolfram…"
Wolfram moaned and thrust himself deeper into Yuuri, grunting slightly as the king echoed the motion trying to fall into rhythm. They set pace for themselves, slow at first, then faster and harder until Yuuri flung his head back, crying out his lover's name and drawing blood on Wolfram's shoulder blades where his nailed buried themselves within his knight's pale skin.
Wolfram came moments after, falling to the side of his king and smiling exhausted.
"Wolfram…," Yuuri whispered on the verge of sleep.
The prince kissed his hand lovingly, "yes?"
"Are you mine?"
"Yes"
"Forever?"
"And ever, Yuuri."
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7:30 am Mazoku Time
Yuuri stirred to the sound of birds chirping. Memories of the night before filled his mind, the feeling of becoming one and being inside his beloved. He moved to sit up, yet two strong arms held him where he lay upon Wolfram's chest. Softly his fiancée spoke, "Shhh, "It is the nightingale, not the lark that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.'"
It took the king a moment to realize how this theme had come full circle. Closing his eyes lazily he began to speak, "Wolfram… how do you…" He was silenced by a finger to his lips.
"There will be time for confessions later, but now 'I have more care to stay than will to go.'"