Hey everyone! I'm back with a third drabble. I'm so happy you all liked my last two drabbles, though I've had people wondering why they're so short.
Well, to answer that question, I have to say one thing. They are drabbles. They're called drabbles because they aren't quite long enough to be one-shots, they're just little pointless writings you came up with in your spare time. So they're supposed to be short. And if you get a long one, hey, great! But most of them will defenately be short.
Now, on with the drabble!
Title: Aches and Pains
Author: rachi
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi; kissing
Summary: Yuuri's tired of having pain through Wolfram's practicing - but can he resist his blonde lover? I think not!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyo Kara Maoh, it's characters, or it's plot - just this drabble.
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"Again! Why?"
"Because, you said yourself that I'm improving - and I'll only improve more if I practice!"
Yuuri groaned in pain. "Yeah but, can't you practice on someone else? My backside is killing me!"
Wolfram scowled. "Never mind then. I should have known I couldn't count on a wimp like you!" He turned on his heel and began storming out in his typical 'I'm-angry-so-I'm-going-to-show-it-by-throwing-a-temper-tantrum' style, his nose in the air in his rebellious form - as always.
Yuuri heaved a large sigh, wiping a hand over his face before rushing to catch the stomping blonde. "Wait, Wolf." The blonde slowed before stopping, but didn't turn around. Yuuri put on a calm expression. "Alright - go ahead then. But if my butt starts hurting then you're stopping, understand? Gunther's already going to have a fit when I miss my paperwork."
The blonde Mazoku smirked under his hand before putting on a grumpy expression and turning to face his lover. "Oh, so now you agree." He let out a loud breath as he put a hand to his forehead in faux exasperation. "Fine." Green eyes sparkled mischievously as he approached his fiancé.
Yuuri watched him warily, not at-all liking the look on his lover's face. "...Wolf?"
The blonde gave almost no warning before pouncing like a cat to their prey. He tackled Yuuri to the floor with a grin and a loud 'thump!'.
"Itai..." Yuuri grimaced. "Wolf, did you have to do that?"
Wolfram just grinned like a Cheshire cat down at him. "Yes, actually. I did. And you know what?"
Yuuri swallowed nervously. "W-what?"
Wolfram allowed a sultry look to enter his gaze. "I have to do this, too." And with that he brought his lips down to meet Yuuri's in a sweet kiss.
The young King allowed his eyes to close as he let himself be lost in the tender emotions swirling around his chest. He loved the feel of Wolfram's soft lips caressing his own, loved their tongue's sliding against each other in a slow passion, loved the way Wolfram could always make him feel light-headed with unidentified emotions. As they kissed with a lazy passion the younger of the two brought his arms up, his hands tunneling themselves in silky blonde tresses and gripping. Wolfram pulled away with smaller, yet no less loving, kisses. He abandoned Yuuri's delectable lips in favor of nipping and sucking at his neck. He swirled his tongue over the skin, grazing his teeth over a certain tender spot here and there. At the base of his jaw he clamped down and sucked, happily listening to his lover's pleased sounds. Wolfram pulled back and examined his mark with satisfaction. If people didn't know Yuuri was already taken at that point in time they sure would soon. His deep green eyes roved back to Yuuri's face, chuckling slightly at the clear pout upon his lips.
"Wh-why'd you stop?" Yuuri asked hoarsely, disappointment lacing his words.
The blonde chuckled. "Because, I still have to make your backside hurt, remember hennachoko?"
The Japanese boy grumbled but didn't protest as he was pulled to his feet. Wolfram sat him on the bed and told him to remove his shirt while he got ready. Yuuri did as told and watched his lover wander around the room gathering things. Wolfram came back after setting up and posed his body in the proper position. "Okay, now remember to try not to move."
A half-hour later Yuuri's grumbling complaint reached Wolfram's ears. "Wolf, that stuff stinks! And my backside is sore!"
From behind his painting canvas Wolfram muttered. "Hennachoko."
Owari
Er... Yeah... I had this urge to write about Wolfram's paintings again, and of course had to add a kiss. I hope you enjoyed!
Reviews are soup for my soul, ne?
rachi
Written and Finished 09-18-06
