The bath house
Chapter 2
Wolfram awoke in the morning to find himself lying on the floor. He pushed himself to his feet. He was not impressed because Greta was lying at his side of the bed and was curled up next to Yuuri and she had kicked him out during the night.
Wolfram then bit his and clenched his fist, staggering over to Yuuri's side of the bed. Raising his fist and was just about to hit Yuuri when he raised his hand and took hold of Wolfram's clenched fist and blinked a few times.
"Calm down, Wolfram" Yuuri said as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, then tilted his head to the side and smiled softly at the sleepy princess, who lay curled up next to him. He stroked her hair softly; before he looked at Wolfram again.
Wolfram growled and walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out his usual blue uniform.
"Yuuri? Coming for a bath?" Wolfram asked as he head towards the door and placed his hand on the handle;watching Yuuri from the corner of his eye.
Yuuri hobbled out of his bed and stretched. He then stared at Wolfram blankly, rubbing the back of his head.
"Uhh, cant you go on your own?" Yuuri replied, before he walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out his black uniform with gold buttons.
Wolfram pouted childishly and turned his head away from Yuuri.
"I can, but the bath gets rather lonely, and is boring when you bathe alone."
Yuuri was now confused but he walked over to the door and placed his hand on top of the blonds' hand that was on the handle of the door and smiled softly at him.
"Well all right Wolfram; i'll have a bath with you, since you asked so nicely for a change" Yuuri said as he pushed down on the blonds' hand opening the door
Wolfram's childish pout soon faded and a small smile had formed in its place.
"Thank you, Yuuri"
"Don't Mention it" Replied Yuuri as he began to walk down the corridor with his uniform now slung over his shoulder.
When they arrived at the bath house, Wolfram was having trouble to get his pink nightie over his head.
"Ughh...Yuuri, A little help?" Wolfram mumbled from under the nightie
Yuuri chuckled softly as he was already undressed; being careful not to slip on the wet flooring. He carefully walked behind the blond and took hold of the bottom of his nightie and lifted it up, giving it a slight tug before it came off and he let it drop gracefully to the floor.
"There you go Wolf." He said with a small smile and slumped into the bath; running his hand through his hair and dampening his hair"
Wolfram slid into the bath and waded in, so he was standing behind the young Maou. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Yuuri's waist and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Thank you..." Wolfram said, before he planted a kiss on the back of Yuuri's neck and stepped back from the Maou and began to wash his own body.
Yuuri stood stiff, blushing faintly. He moved his hand to the back of his head and rubbed it nervously
"Uhhh...Don't mention it" he said in a nervous tone of voice.
Wolfram pushed himself up onto the side of the bath, washing his legs, glaring at Yuuri.
"Don't be such a wimp! It was all right for you to go all Horn-dog on over me last night, but i am not allowed to do anything for you in return?" Wolfram sighed, poking out lips forming a small childish pout. "It's not fair..."
Yuuri pivoted round and looked at Wolfram; his expression changing.
"You're right Wolfram, and I apologize" Yuuri Apologized. He walked slowly over to the blond and turned his back to him "Can you wash my back for me, please?"
Wolfram reached out and wrapped his arms his waist and pulled him in close. Taking a bar of Soap and rubbing it against the palm of his hand so it turned into a slight Lather. He then gently massaged the soup gently into Yuuri's back, before he reached out and took a jug and filled it with water; then poured it down Yuuri's back rinsing away the soap.
"There you are Yuu--- "Wolfram was cut off as the young Maou had pressed his lips against his.
Wolfram blushed heavily. His eyes were widening s with shock. He gulped before he began to kiss Yuuri Back, softly and deeply...Enjoying the feeling of the Maou's lips against his own...
