Rumors
Intro: -MUSIC: 'Bathwater,' No Doubt- Ha ha ha! I have a case of uncontrollable laughter. I have to upload the next chapter of ALW. I'll get around to it probably the day before I leave. (smiles) So, I finished my computer course. I was taking Fireworks 8. I am now a pro in Dreamweaver, Fireworks, JavaScript, (X)HTML, CSS, and all that goodness we call internet design. (smiles)
A/N: Whatever you do, do not flame me. I repeat, do not flame me! I'm already dead in a ditch! (rolls over dead into the ditch)
Wolfram woke up, forcing open hazy emerald eyes. He was confused at first and wondered how he ended up on the bed – the King's bed, no less. In such a case the young king would most likely have already shoved him off. Pain scratched down his back and the young demon prince felt most sore all over. He was rather tired, but could not understand why, considering how yesterday had no strange coincidences.
He slowly recalled last night's recollection. He talked to Conrad who was rambling on with joy about someone or another's birthday and eventually urged Wolfram back to his room. It was a quiet, normal night so he snuck into Yuri's bed as he always did. Of course, he was probably going to be kicked out. That fact did not bother him very much at this point.
What was strange about yesterday was the fact that Yuri seemed happy Wolfram was going to sleep with him. Not in a, 'wow! I never expected you to be here!'-sense way because the king was well aware of Wolfram's intentions, but in a way that Yuri had something planned.
"…That…wimp," Wolfram slurred, shutting his eyes closed again. It was at that moment it hit him. Considering the king was being lenient that night, he began to snuggle up to his unrequited love which was when Yuri kissed his and then all Hell broke loose and then one thing lead to another and…
"Excuse me, Lord Wolfram?" Gunter – who regularly changed his majesties sheets – stared in awe of the blonde's presence. Sure, Wolfram always slept with his beloved king, but the boy was always kicked out before sunrise. Then, it hit Gunter: 'Don't tell me–!'
As it registered, Wolfram gasped, flabbergasted that he himself failed to conceive the matter beforehand, "It was his birthday…"
"You lecherous adolescent! What exactly did you do to his majesty last night! Wolfram, you must explain yourself for the safety of my – I mean, the kingdom's beloved, dearest king!"
"…We actually," Wolfram mumbled under his breath, clear of Gunter's hearing, as he recalled that the double-black was on top last night, "did it…"
Gunter didn't uphold, he just continued screaming, accusing Wolfram of heinous crimes.
Wolfram ignored him, concentrating on the individual's personal thoughts… 'Yuri and I…'
A small blush crept upon the blonde's flaxen cheeks before his next thought entered, 'That… wimp took advantage of me!'
-O-
"Geeaaaarrrrggggghhhhhh!"
"Hmph. What is that supposed to be – a scream in agony or joy? It's a little too early to be screaming, I think," Gwendal said sternly. He, Conrad, and Yuri sat at the table eating their first meal of the day. He continued, "it doesn't even sound like him."
"I think it does," Yuri remarked. "In a way, you know?"
"Wolfram screams like that often, your majesty?" Conrad smiled.
Ignoring the use of, 'your majesty,' for once, Yuri went bright red. He tensed up, keeping to himself, choking out, "N-No. He doesn't… but when, well. I mean, it does, kinda. When he…" he trailed off.
"Your majesty, I know it's not my place to intervene, but this is an important matter. You know…" Gwendal stated stoically, eyeing Yuri suspiciously. He put his elbows on the table and leaned his head on his hands. He flashed a look to Conrad for support. Conrad followed this motion so Gwendal continued, "about sex, right?"
Yuri – who was already the color of a tomato – turned an even brighter shade of red, if possible. "O-Of, of course! Why-Why do you bring this up, Gwendal!"
"–With other men?" the eldest brother finished, shooting an indifferent stare to Yuri.
"Um…yeah." The majestic double-black stopped eating and placed his hands on his lap, slowly pushing them on his thighs.
"Huh." Gwendal positioned himself upright again. "Conrad? Do you have anything to say?"
"It may be a common ritual where his majesty harbors, but I don't remember talking to Wolfram about sex with men. Do you brother?" Conrad smiled.
"Not me. And I know Gunter wouldn't do that," Gwendal pieced in, taking another bite of his breakfast.
Conrad agreed, "of course he wouldn't."
"Hm…" Gwendal murmured, trailing off. This subject was making Yuri all the more uncomfortable. Staring his king straight in the eye, he left his last comment, "trial and error?"
Yuri fainted.
Afterthoughts: I didn't have time to write the lemon! I'm sorry! I have to start the KuroFai lemon, too. (is exhasted by fanfic work) By the time I'm back from vacation, I should be able to type it up. It's more of a strange rape scene, though... Yeah, so what else to say... I'm anxious. And dead, still in the ditch, jsut so you know. Yeah, not even my brother would pull me out.
