Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! – It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I'm not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: yaoi (male x male), violence, swearing, angst, drama. Wolfram-centric, out of character, original character.
Summary: With Yuuri's upcoming birthday, Wolfram makes his decision. Where will it lead him and what is to become of them? Should eventually be Yuuri x Wolfram.
A/N 1: Yuuri – 18 years old. Wolfram – 21. Eldara – 32. Halea – 20. Athara – 18. Gwendal – 54.
A/N 2: Greta doesn't exist.
A/N 3: European/American/Japanese standards all at once depending on the plot requirements.
A/N 4: A tendency to ignore the anime/manga and supplement the story with my own imagined facts.
A/N 5: Season III is not taken into consideration, except for the fact that Wolfram's uncle exists.
A/N 6: The umlaut in Gunter's name is a bother.
A/N 7: The two sex scenes have been cut off and mangled due to FanFiction net's policy. Go to Archive of Our Own if you want to read the whole chapter. I write under the same penname everywhere.
Bloom
by chayron (lttomb yahoo com), beta-read by Anonymously Awesome
Part 62
It took a collective effort to separate Wolfram and Lyam. It wasn't even a fight – it was more Wolfram acting like a rabid dog while the other man tried to shake him off. Once they had managed to calm Wolfram down and convince him to leave, Yuuri maneuvered him out of the tavern door and headed for his royal shack.
"Aren't you embarrassed?" he muttered angrily to the stumbling blond. "You've made a spectacle out of yourself! And to think I believed that this habit of yours was in the past!"
"What habit?" Wolfram asked, his voice pure acid.
Yuuri groaned mentally. Apparently, the cool outside air had sobered the blond up. He hadn't meant for Wolfram to catch on. He wasn't exactly proud to have read Gurrier's reports addressed to von Voltaire.
"Your drinking habit."
"Oh great! And is there anyone left who doesn't know about it?" Wolfram hissed.
"Even if there had been before, there certainly isn't now! You made sure of that!"
Wolfram quieted. It wasn't often that Yuuri got so angry. He thought that his anger might not be without
reason either.
They entered the shack; Wolfram was mostly walking on his own again. He lit the candles, sat down on his make-shift bed and started undressing.
"They are good friends," Yuuri said suddenly. He was rummaging about in the bedside cabinet, looking for his toothbrush and toothpaste.
"Yes, they are," Wolfram agreed. He tossed his recruit jacket on the bed next to him. "Even though I'm mostly a rich ass."
"Well, they probably expect a few favors as well, for being your friends."
Wolfram turned to him. "What the hell, Yuuri? You're one to talk! You keep chasing me just because you expect something in return! Because you're selfish! If you wanted what's good for me, you'd have left me alone!"
The king had been out of line with his rude comment about Wolfram's friends, but the blond's words cut much deeper than his guilt. He tossed the toothbrush and toothpaste back into the drawer and slammed it shut.
"Do you actually even love me? At least a tiny bit?"
Wolfram glared at him. "I just might. I think I do. No, I believe I do."
This really did sound awfully fishy when someone else said it. Yuuri blushed in shame. "Oh, Wolfram… I'm so sorry," he murmured. "Is there someone else you'd rather be with?"
"No, there isn't. Not at the moment."
"You know, I'm rather worried that you'll fall for Lyam. You two are awfully close."
"He doesn't like men."
Yuuri's eyebrows rose meaningfully. "Not yet."
Wolfram couldn't help laughing. "Not everyone's like you. You don't need to be jealous of him. His secret dream is to be rich enough to be able to afford two wives and no less than ten children. Whoops, I wasn't supposed to tell this to anyone."
"Polygamy is not allowed in Shin Makoku."
Wolfram chuckled. "Yuuri, there's no law against it. It's not a cultural thing and is very uncommon, but it's not outlawed. It's even convenient in some cases. I know one family where a man, after his brother's death, took in the widow and his brother's kids alongside his own wife. Their life seems to be perfectly normal, but it takes a special kind of a woman to agree to this kind of an arrangement. I don't think they've ever had children of their own. That's probably the main reason. Yet, I can imagine that the family is a constant source of the neighbors' gossip."
"Oh. I didn't know."
Wolfram shrugged.
"Would you really prefer me to end this? To just go back to Shin Makoku? This is rather…"
"The fuck are you talking about?!" Wolfram hissed at him, jumping from his bed. In a few long strides he was in front of Yuuri. "Now you want to end this? I'll fucking gut you, sonofabitch!" he yelled, shoving at the king. Yuuri stumbled and fell, landing half on the bed, half on the floor.
"Ugh. No, no," Yuuri tried to calm him down while trying to get up. "I didn't say I want to break up. It's just the way you said it earlier. It seems you really regret this."
"I don't, you idiot! I will probably regret it later, so I regret that I will regret, but don't you ever dare speak about breaking up! If I hear it again, I'll fucking gut you! Gut you! If you think of playing with me again, I'll set all of damn Shin Makoku on fire! On fire! You hear me?! On fucking fire!"
"Uhh… Yes, yes, I hear you. You're actually still quite drunk, aren't you?"
"I'm not drunk!"
"Yes, yes, you're not," Yuuri conceded. He was immensely relieved that all of Wolfram's earlier blabbing was just drunken talk. The best thing about it was how protective Wolfram had become of their relationship. Perhaps not exactly for the reasons he would like, but nonetheless.
"C'mon, let me get up already," Yuuri said, holding his hands out for Wolfram to pull him up. He sat down on his bed without letting go of the blond's hands. He tugged at them, lowering their clasped hands to his sides onto the bed, which brought the blond's face close to his. He kissed Wolfram, teasing his mouth open. Wolfram tasted of wine and bread. The blond was still simmering with drunken anger and mistrust; his body was tense and radiated heat through the open collar of his shirt.
Yuuri couldn't stop himself. Once Wolfram started answering his kiss, he pulled the blond even further, on top of himself and lay them down on the bed. They kept kissing and touching each other. Yuuri attacked the blond's clothes – his shirt and trousers then finally his underwear.
The two sex scenes have been cut off and mangled due to FanFiction net's policy. Go to Archive of Our Own if you want to read the whole chapter. I write under the same penname everywhere.
He wrapped his leg around the king's waist, shifted, lifted him up and suddenly the younger man found himself under the blond. This particular predatory look on Wolfram's face suddenly made the king realize that the blond wasn't very particular concerning topping and bottoming. This was news to him.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't like," he chuckled into Yuuri's ear. "Just say 'stop'."
"Stop," Yuuri muttered in a humorless voice.
Wolfram burst out laughing. "But I haven't even done anything yet."
"I'm not going to wait until you do."
"Mmm?" Wolfram raised his head to look at Yuuri's face. "What exactly are you worried about?"
"About many things," Yuuri muttered.
"For example?"
Red-faced, Yuuri kept quiet, and Wolfram chose to ignore his protests.
The two sex scenes have been cut off and mangled due to FanFiction net's policy. Go to Archive of Our Own if you want to read the whole chapter. I write under the same penname everywhere.
Wolfram stopped stroking him and patted him on his rump. "Well, this hasn't been too bad, has it?"
TBC