Summary: Being a Maou isn't easy especially when Yuuri has a problem with staring (stalking?) at a certain someone. Gwendal/Yuuri
Disclaimers: Me own nothing, me poor.
Author's note: Hm, I'll cut my yapping short, sorry it took so long, but here it is!
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For the next while, we just stood there taking comfort in snuggling with each other. I don't know how long we've been standing there, lost in our little world. Snuggling, that's all we did, honest! I'm not going to sleep with him or anything right on our first night together! We're going to take this slowly, to savor it. Speaking of sleep…. There was something that's been bugging me… Ah! My room! Wolfram waiting in my room!
Chapter 3:
Wolfram!! How could I forget about…oh wait….. How could I remember at such a crucial moment! Why can't my brain just stay mushed in my sappy little world and be happy. He's probably in my room already, like every other night. It's so hard to get him out of there when he's always so…. loud. Sure, he is my fiancée and all, but like we all know, it's only accidental! Geeze, why do I feel like I'm cheating or something. It's not like we ever dated or anything. I only let him sleep in the room because there is just no way I can pry him away. I've always treated Wolfram as a friend and nothing more, he's the one who always gets so insistant… The extent of my feelings for him are of a best friend, not one bit of romance in it.
But maybe that was the reason why I could hardly ever reject him. (The other reason is quite obvious because he's scary when he's mad…) I never really had much friends, let alone, best friends. I'm trying to count how many friends I actually had back home, there wasn't much. The people I interact with aren't really friends, they are just acquaintances to me, and me to them. Heck, Murata didn't even bother to befriend to me until that fateful day of my arrival here. It's as if me being there doesn't really matter to anyone, I never felt that I belonged. Maybe it's because I really didn't belong there, I'm just a lost soul hiding out on earth. Being here made me feel alive, having actual real friends made me feel wanted. I never want to lose the precious friendships I've made, nor the family I've gained here. Snuggling in Gwendal's arms, I felt quite at home.
If only Wolfram would understand that, I don't want hurt him. Rejecting him may end up losing him as a valued friend. But right now, my conscious is telling me that I'm doing something deceitful, something wrong. It is unfair to neither Gwendal nor Wolfram if I just leave it as it is right now. I shouldn't hold onto Wolfram selfishly when I am in love with someone else. The person I'm in love with right now(and has always been) is Gwendal, and no one else.
I have two scenarios in my head. Either solve the 'problem' right now or deny it and let it come back to bite my ass later. Hehe…. Ass…. It feels like… HOLY SHIT HE'S FEELING UP MY ASS!!!! "Eppp!" Instinct took place as I jumped away quickly with a high pitch squeak. My face was incredibly red and I can almost feel it burning. Gwendal gave a cheeky grin and almost looked apologetic (Almost…).
"I guess I was going a bit too fast." I was too embarrassed to reply to that. Right now, the only thing that went through my head was the thought of him feeling up my ass. I was frozen on the spot for god knows how long, I probably looked a deer caught in the headlights. He started to looked uncertain, "Was I…?" That did it, I wanted to explode! Duh!! How was I suppose to react!? YOU GROPED ME!!!! My cute little virgin ASS!!! …………And for some perverted reasons, I liked it….
"YES!" I assured in a stutter. "I mean No! I mean…" Now how should I put this without sounding like an idiot. "I liked you grabbing my ass!!" Gwendal lifts an eyebrow. "I mean! Um! I was just surprised!" I covered. "I just wasn't use to people… touching there…." At this point, I squeezed my eyes tight hoping to go away in a poof. "…But, I…. I won't mind, if it's you…"
For a short moment, there was silence. Then I suddenly felt his breathe whispering into my ear. "Well, then, we'll just have to practice on it, shall we?" I snapped my eyes open gaping at him. He had a mischievous grin and slowly walked towards me. I gulped and step backwards until I felt the wall. He leaned towards me with an arm on the wall. I stared at him wide eyed, and squeaked as soon as I felt a tight squeeze on my butt. Since when did he become the pervert!? That's my job!
I retaliated by giving a small nibble to his ear. I could already feel him shivering from it. Then I felt him start to trail soft kisses from the side of my face, and onto my lip. The kiss was gentle at first, comforting, but teasingly. His hands caressed my waist up and down like a massage. Everything was soft and slow, agonizingly slow. I gave a small moan to encourage him. Then I felt his tongue trying to gain entry into my mouth, I surrendered and slightly parted my lips for him. It was a battle begging to take place, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. Something started to grow warm at the pit of my stomach - I've never experienced this kind of feeling. It felt really… good. The kiss grew more passionate and heatedly, growing desperate. We were both gasped for air. Our tongues were tangled in a battle, intertwined with each other. Then without warning, he broke apart, leaving me feeling empty. I gave him a pitiful whimper.
His face was only a few inches from mine, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his dark blue eyes. "This is as far as we go for today." Disappointment came, I wanted more, but I know I am not ready to go any further then this. Gazing me with loving eyes, he leaned in for one quick peck on my forehead. "It's late, you should go back to your room." He moved apart. My heart sunk as I suddenly remembered my internal conflict before our little make out session, how I wished it would have gone on forever. But right now, this is reality, and I must face it. This is just not fair to any of us, and I am determined clear things up with Wolfram. Even if it meant losing a precious friend.
Looking into Gwendal's loving face, though he is part of it, I didn't want him to have any more to worry about. I think I've given enough headaches for the day. Covering my dreaded feeling, I mentioned nothing and did my best shining smile. "Okay, I'll be going then." And turned towards the door.
As I slowly opened the door and was about to leave, I felt his head suddenly resting onto my shoulders. I was surprised but this time, I didn't over react. He gently whispered and get me a tiny kiss on the side of my neck. "Don't overdo it." My heart fluttered. How did he know? Since when can he read my thoughts? And since when is he so understanding and compassionate? I think my Luv-Luv Gwendal meter just rose a few inches higher! My face was so flushed from all these emotions within me, I dare not turn my head to face him. So I gave a soft good night and fled, err, I mean left.
As I made my way back to my room, all I can think of was my growing feelings for Gwendal. I didn't even notice that I've arrived until I was in front of the door to my room. The feelings of dread came again, I took a deep breath. Recalling Gwendel's encouraging words, confidence came back to me as I entered my room.
The room was still brightly lit. As expected, Wolfram was sitting on the bed with his usual PJ's, his arms crossed, face puffed. He glared at me with those accusing eyes yet again. I gulped as I approached him. Yuuri! Don't back down now! "Um… Hi!" He glared some more. "Umm… Wolfram…" Eep! Did I just see vampire teeths coming out of his mouth? "…we need to talk abo…."
"Do you know what time it is right now?" I was cut off. "You were with Gwendal, weren't you??" I was about to reply but was cut off again. "So I was right! You're having an affair behind my back!" I couldn't deny that, but it wasn't an affair either. "I won't accept this! You're my fiancée!!" But I'm not! I can't be, and I won't be! "You're suppose to love me!" I flinch at his frantic yell. I do love him, but just not the kind of love he wants it to be. I need Wolfram to understand that.
"Wolfram!" I saw him jumped slightly at my outburst. He was instantly silent, but his anger was still visible. With all my courage, I tried again.
"Wolfram, listen to me." I stared into his eyes. "You're right, I was with Gwendal earlier. And you're also right with me and Gwendal, but it's not an affair." If looks could kill, I would have died the worse possible death at this moment. "I never meant for us to be engaged, and you could say it was pretty much a mistake on my part. So in my mind, we never even started." He looked offended. "But that doesn't mean you're not desirable or anything! I bet lots of other people out there are after you!"
"But I…!" I cut him off instead this time. "…But I'm not any of them." I closed my eyes, imagining Gwendel's loving face in my mind. "Instead, I'm in love with your brother. Right now, Gwendal is everything to me. Our relationship is what matters most to me. I don't want anything to come between us." My eyes opened and gave him a stern look. "Not even you…"
Silence took part, I can see Wolfram struggling with this. He looked outright murderous, but at the same time, he also looked hurt and defeated. Then he bit his lips, and spoke so softly that I almost couldn't hear. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I know this may be hard for you, but this is also hard for me too. But you need to understand. You're like my best friend, the brother I never had. And I don't want to lose that. I do love you, but just not the same way I love Gwendal." I gave my most sincere look. "I just want you to know that, and to make this fair to all of us, I want to call off this engagement."
Wolfram looked teary at this point, but I must continue on. "I'm sorry that it'll end this way, but we're just never meant to be. I'm sure you can find happiness in someone else." Tears started to fall off his boyish face. He sobbed but used his arm to rub it off stubbornly. I lowered my head, unable to watch him cry any longer. "I just hope… That you could forgive me and still be my friend."
Moments passed, it felt like eternity, all I could hear were his sobs. Both my eyes and my feet were glued to the floor. Wolfram probably hates me now, after all, I'm the one who led him on… I felt ashamed for not telling him sooner, or he would not be so heart broken as he is now. I also felt like a coward. I wanted to leave, run away from all this, run into Gwendal's comforting arms. But I can't, I shouldn't, I won't leave Wolfram like this. It is my responsibility and I must face it.
Wolfram's sobs stopped, I waited a while until I dare to look up at him. His eyes were still puffy and red, but his proud face came back once more. Rubbing his remaining tears roughly away, he spoke. "Fine. But you better not cheat on Ani-ue! I'll hunt you down and chop you up in a million pieces!"
My heart soared in joy at his acceptance. I wanted to go and hug him, but I probably shouldn't. I know that he is putting up a brave front, he couldn't possibly let go of all this so quickly, but I'm glad all the same. While at the back of my mind, I know he's really going to carry out that threat if I do cheat of Gwendal… Not that it'll ever happen since I practically have a Gwendal owns(spank) me glued onto me. And damn proud of it!
Deep in my heart, there's one question I wanted to ask. "So… Are we still friends?" He gave me an incredulous look. "I still hate you, but that doesn't mean I'll cut all contacts with you." I knew what her meant. Instead of giving him a hug, I flashed my warmest smile at him and said, "Thank you." Wolfram started to smile back but his lips suddenly dropped.
"You…" He blushed madly. "You slept with him already!?" I gave a flustered yelp. "NO!!" Not understanding where he got that from. Then he pointed at my neck. "Liar! That… That thing on your neck proves it!!!"
"WHAT!?" I touched my neck and looked towards the mirror stand. There I saw a pinkish mark on the side of my neck. Oh #&$#!!! Gwendal! You bastard!!! That tiny peck he gave me before I left!!!! That was a frigging hickey!? Why the $&# did he give me a hickey!!!? Does he want me to meet my doom???? But now was not the time to muse over this. Wolfram was distraught. He threw everything near him at me.
"You PERVERT!!!" A pillow. "GET OUT!!" A vase crashed near me. "GET OUUUTTT!!!!!!!!!" I dodged the candle stick, mind you, a LIT candle stick, and fled the room. I slammed the door closed as I heard Wolfram continued his… Tantrum.
I leaned my back to the door and slumped to the ground. Great, I got kicked out of my own room. My face was still flustered, I'm going to kill Gwendal as soon as I see him! Then I thought back to my encounter with Wolfram, it went well, sort of. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "So… What now?" I said out to the darkness of the night.
Chapter 3 END
Ending note: Hehe… nervous laugh I really don't know where this is going, I'm just writing what comes in mind. This is just some random fluffy story, so you'll never know what will happen next, even myself! Maybe there'll be a plot eventually? Well, just read on, and I'll just keep on writing Oo
