Parasites
Chapter 4
AN: Sorry if this gets kinda OOC.
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"You called to me in your sleep, you know."
A jolt shot up Yuri's spine, causing him to sit straighter against the side of the bed. Wolfram draped one of his arms casually over his knee, his other hand occupied with a glass of water.
"W-what?"
Wolfram smirked. "It's not the first time, though." He took a long, loud gulp of water from the glass, nearly emptying it. He exhaled heavily, then dramatically took in some much needed air. Smacking his lips, he let out a pleasant, satisfied groan. Yuuri inwardly whimpered at the noises, pressing his knees closer together.
When his king remained silent, the blonde continued. "If I remember correctly, you've done it about 4 times a week for the past month and a half that you've actually been here. Just be glad it's your fiancé you're dreaming about and not some horrid floozy." He refilled the glass with the pitcher of water on the bedside table, very cool and collected as he spoke, as if it were daily conversation. He daintily took a sip from the glass, emitting another pleased 'mmm' as he swallowed.
Yuuri flinched.
What?
"Dreams? About you?" he laughed nervously, fidgeting with the front of his pants to make things more comfortable. "Are you sure you weren't the one dreaming, Wolfram?"
"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"
Yuuri paused again, blinking. He felt mattress at his back shift, and the next moment Wolfram's voice was hovering above his head. "You talk quite a bit. You have an interesting imagination. I never would have thought that having sex with you under the dining room table would be so thrilling in your opinion."
There was something smug and knowing in the demon's voice that set the double-black's nerves on edge just as much as realizing Wolfram knew about his dreams did. He paled, refusing to look up to where Wolfram's face was surely just above his. He hastily crossed his arms between his knees to hide his little 'secret'.
"I-I have no idea what you mean," Yuuri huffed, mustering up the best matter-of-fact tone he could manage. He could almost feel the roll of Wolfram's eyes before something hard, flat and boney pressed heavily into the top of his skull. He winced and shrunk down, and almost immediately wailed as he watched Wolfram reach down over his head to grab onto his forearms. Unfortunately, his muscles were far less toned than Wolf's were, and his arms were yanked up above his head with little resistance. The ex-prince backed his chest off of his fiancé's head slightly to get better balance.
"Then what is this, hm?" his voice was smooth and quiet, almost seducing. It was completely contrasting to the look of horror on Yuuri's face.
"It's…. I-It's… Uh.."
"Your Majesty, it's called an erection. Surely you aren't that horrible at biology, you wimp."
Yuuri flushed, hastily trying to yank his arms free of his fiancé. "Don't call me that! This isn't what you think it is! You think I would feel like this thinking about YOU?!"
The King froze. Saying something like that to Wolfram felt extremely unnatural all of a sudden.
The breath caught in Yuuri's throat allowed him to practically hear the creak of the blond demon's bones as he slumped back on his knees. Wolfram released his wrists, but Yuuri made no move to get away.
Why did I say that?
"You're right, Yuuri."
What? Why are you agreeing?
"How could you think that way about someone like me?"
Yuuri spun a bit to face Wolfram, but found that he had already retreated to the opposite side of the bed, with his back to the King. The blond downed the last of his water, then swung his legs over the edge of the bed to stand. "After all I put you through… Forcing you to stay in some pointless relationship with me… Being so overprotective and jealous all the time… It must be such a hindrance for you to be with me all the time."
"Wolfram…" Yuuri tried to interject gently, but was shushed. Wolfram exhaled one of the heaviest, most depressed sighs he'd probably ever let out in his life. Yuuri could unexplainably feel his heart breaking.
"Look, I'll just leave for awhile. I know how tired you are from having to watch over me for the past few days. I won't be an annoyance to you anymore."
Wolfram sounded on the verge of tears.
What did I do?
"Wait!"
In an instant, Yuuri had scrambled up onto the bed and seized Wolfram by the right elbow. "You can't just leave!"
If anything, Wolf just sunk over more. "Sure I can. If you…" he sniffed a bit and wiped at his face with his left hand, "If you don't really like me, why be around me..?"
Yuuri could only imagine the tears that were surely sliding down his fiancé's perfectly pink cheeks, and felt undeniably guilty for ever saying such a thing to him in the first place.
"Wolf…" he mumbled, hesitantly reaching forward to wrap his arms around the boy's chest from his placement behind him. Quite nervous, he tried to quell the gentle shake of his limbs and the quickening pace of his heart. ".. H-Hey, look, I never asked you to leave. I'm really sorry about what I said, I'm just……" He swallowed, resting his forehead onto the top vertebrae of Wolfram's spine. His mouth felt dry; he hesitated. "I'm just….. E-e-embarrassed… th-that.. uhm… th-that you… that you found out about m-my.. Ya know… Dreams.. That's all…" He exhaled shakily, trying to calm down a bit. This was just Wolfram. He could do this. Talking isn't so hard.
Well… Maybe it was harder to talk about it because it was Wolfram…
It took a moment for Wolf to respond. He was quiet, and still a bit upset sounding.
"…Did you think I wouldn't like the idea of you dreaming about me…?"
"Ah…. Uhm, well, no…….. I-it's just.." Yuuri felt like his face was igniting. This wasn't ever something he wanted to openly admit to anyone, not even Wolfram. Especially not to Wolfram. He never wanted it to get to the point where he'd admit to liking such a thing that was so taboo back in Japan. He didn't want to be caught getting a thrill out of taking those super-special cookies out of the off-limits cookie jar, and he certainly didn't want to be labeled some 'queer kid'. He liked girls, he really did, but…. Wolfram was just…
He swallowed again, knowing Wolfram was still waiting for the rest of his sentence.
"I was just….. It was embarrassing… To have th-those kinds of dream about someone.. ya know.. like that… Especially since it was you…"
It was silent for only a moment before Wolfram whirled around and practically tackled Yuuri onto the mattress.
"I'm so proud of you, Yuuri! I didn't think you'd have the balls to tell me you love me!"
Yuuri gaped, having to take a moment to let the sudden shock wear off. Wolfram, who was hovering above him with one of the biggest smiles ever witnessed by anyone, had no trace of even being remotely upset a few moments earlier. His eyes weren't all read and puffy from crying, his nose wasn't running, his cheeks weren't terribly rosy…
"Hey, wait a second! You tricked me!" The king suddenly exclaimed, quickly going to push the blonde off him. "You little creep!"
"Oh Yuuri, you know you would have never admitted the truth unless I backed you into a corner, since you're such a wimp!" Wolfram chimed merrily, resisting his King's attempts to get him off by wrapping him up in a fierce hug.
"I didn't admit anything! I just said it was embarrassing to have dreams about you!" Yuuri argued, thrashing ineffectively.
"But it doesn't gross you out, does it?" Wolfram smirked knowingly, linking fingers with the double-black. He pressed their hands into the bedclothes to the sides of Yuuri's head, and raised his brows. "In fact, you always sound quite pleased with what I do to you in your mind."
Yuuri hadn't figured out why his head hadn't exploded from too much blood yet. There were no words to describe how completely and horribly embarrassing today was. IS, even. He had flushed and paled, and been surprised and panicked so many times it was a wonder how his heart hadn't stopped either. He just stared open-mouthed at the demon straddling his waist, completely at a loss for words.
How the hell did he…?
He flinched back into thought when Wolfram leaned over to his ear.
"Would you like me to fulfill some of those fantasies? I would be more than happy to return your affection ten-fold."
It took a moment for Yuuri to respond. "Ah- ahahaha! Ah, no, that's ok, really. Just the offer was quite enough." He turned his head to the side, laughing nervously. "Just uh, just get off me and I can go get you something to eat, since you're-!" He cut short as Wolfram trailed the shell of his ear with his tongue.
"No really, I insist." Wolfram hissed, untangling ones of his hands to slide it across Yuuri's inner thigh. "Besides, the offer was just enough to get this awake again, wasn't it? I'd hate to leave it in this state."
Yuuri jerked as he was firmly cupped through the front of his slacks. Bolts of something pleasantly tingly shot up his body as the blond began to knead him, and he found himself unable to protest. He bit his lip, closing his eyelids tightly.
This felt so much different than in the dreams… Something made it so much.. better.
He didn't know how hard he was gripping his fingers until Wolfram jerked their still connected hands away and proceeded to pin his arms above his head. Yuuri opened his eyes slightly, relaxing a bit as Wolfram smirked down at him.
"Would you like me to tie you up?" He leaned over to nuzzle a rather flabbergasted Yuuri on the cheek. "If I recall correctly, it's a repeating theme in your dreams, is it not? And if it keeps me from getting my fingers broken by your death-grip, well…"
Yuuri furrowed his brows, his mind clearing from the haze it'd been in. "No! It's really annoying being overpowered like that! How would you like it if I tied you down like that?!"
Bad question.
Wolfram grinned again. "I'd find it torturously hott."
Yuuri groaned in exasperation. "That was a rhetorical question. Now get off me. I don't want to be tied down or molested by you. Or any combination of the two."
Wolfram let out his signature 'hmph', giving in and rolling off his King. He grabbed his glass of water from the end table, and waited for Yuuri to sit up before 'accidentally' knocking it over onto the front of his pants.
"Oh, crap! I'm so sorry, Yuuri!" he played dramatically, setting the glass back on the end table to get up and quickly circling around Yuuri's front.
Yuuri felt his eye twitch in annoyance.
He should've figured.
"Please, let me help you change!" Wolfram continued, hastily reaching up from his kneeling position to grasp the buttons on Yuuri's slacks. Squeaking, said double black hastily shoved the delicate hands away.
"No, no, that's quite alright, I can do it myself," the Maoh blurted, waving his hands every which way in front of him to block any prying fingers.
"Yuuri," Wolfram snapped, grabbing at the offending hands to shove them away. "Stop being such a wimp and hurry up and admit in a not implied fashion that you're ok with this, so that I can do this without feeling like I'm raping you."
Yuuri's face ignited again. He paused, at a bit of a loss for words. The blonde demon kneeling between his knees stared up at him with a stern look, brows furrowed seriously. His fingers had paused on working, but still gripped tightly to the buttons. Yuuri knew Wolf would stop if he ordered him to; if he truly showed he didn't want it. Wolfram would never force him into something unless the fate of the country depended on it.
Yuuri swallowed down a lump in his throat, and looked away.
"It…. It's not that I'm n-not ok with i-it or anything.. It's.. just…"
Wolfram's face lightened to a small smile. "…Do you need an excuse?"
The King merely shrunk down more into his proverbial shell, his face darkening slightly.
"If you're protesting to ease your conscience about wanting this, I'm fine with that. But if you're being serious…"
Yuuri bit his lip, then bobbed his head a bit. "D…. Do it."
The demon raised his perfectly manicured brows. "I'm going to ignore any protesting."
Yuuri nodded again, shuddering slightly in anticipation.
Yes, this was something he wanted. He wanted to be with Wolfram like this. He wanted to be his, and no one elses. He wanted to have messy, kinky, teasing sex under the dining room table. He wanted to be tied down and reminded who he belonged to. He wanted to be pushed down and forced to not be in charge of something for once in his life. He wanted to actually feel what it was like to be intimate with someone he wanted to be intimate with, instead of just imagining it.
But most of all, he just wanted Wolfram.
Wolfram seemed somewhat hesitant and quite alert through his haste to unbutton Yuuri's pants, as if ready to stop at the drop of a dime. It soon left, however, once he'd pulled his King's pants and g-string to his ankles and released the organ waiting underneath. He took a moment to be curious with it, poking at the tip just to watch it shudder and to listen to Yuuri hiss. Finally, he wrapped his slender fingers around the base, then looked up.
The double black looked away shyly, and nodded.
As if testing out the waters, the blonde gave the length a long, tentative lick of his tongue, followed by a gentle kiss to it's head. Inwardly delighted at the gentle groan it'd pulled from the Maoh, he moved the tip of his tongue around the surface to get it slicked before pulling back to blow a gentle wind across it. He smirked as both Yuuri and his rather patient erection shuddered from the cold, pleasant sensation, the proceeded to lean forward a bit more to wrap the hot cavern of his mouth around the top.
Yuuri cried out gently, grabbing a hold of the sides of Wolfram's scalp with his fingertips. "N-no.. Wait… D-don't just…" He bit down on his lower lip and threw his head back to keep his voice down in his throat, his fingers gripping down with more pressure as Wolfram continued to inflict pleasure on him. In his mind, it seemed to him like he should be used to this after all those dreams, but the more the blonde continued to work him, the more he felt like he was feeling it for the first time. In his dreams, there had only been the vague sensation of pleasure and ecstasy; now, he could really feel the warm tongue rubbing against his skin, the air currents as Wolfram breathed through both nose and mouth, the kneading of fingers, all of it. "Ah-! W-Wolf!"
Wolfram opened his eyes halfway at the call of his name, but to keep his mouth down and moving on the half-demon's now leaking erection, he pressed his free hand lightly into Yuuri's abdomen and slid it up his torso to properly find his face so he could caress it. The run of Wolf's hand up his chest made Yuuri moan out in a voice he was sure wasn't his, and was rewarded for such a noise with the gentle vibration of his blonde companion's throat on him. He unconsciously nuzzled his cheek into Wolfram's soft hand, releasing one side of his head to grasp onto the fingers by his face.
Yuuri could feel the coil in his abdomen tightening up drastically and his knees began to shake when he pushed the balls of his feet into the floor.
"W-wolfram! S-stop, I'm..!" He paused to hiss a bit, curling his toes into the stone floor. "I'm g-going to--!"
Yuuri threw his head back again and clenched harder on Wolfram's fingers as a powerful wave of something he was only mildly familiar with poured down his body and erupted intensely enough that his legs continued to shudder through the release.
As he began his seemingly slow decent from the crest of ecstasy, the cry of a familiar voice caught his fogged attention.
"GAH! OW, SHIT! MOTHER--!!! AH, GEEZUS! NN!"
Ok, so maybe it was a scream of sheer pain more than it was a little cry of surprise…
Yuuri opened his eyes and looked down over his tanned, heaving chest to realize that not only was Wolfram no longer tenderly touching his cheek, but was now keeled over on the floor with his palms shoved into his right eye, wailing out obscenities.
"GOOD SHINOU! AH, OW! FUCKING-! GAH, SHIT!"
The King, suddenly panicking, quickly leaned over and pulled Wolfram up by his shoulders. "Wolfram! Hey, what's wrong?! What happened?!"
Wolfram, cheeks puffed out angrily, pulled his hands from his face to show off his streaming and now bloodshot right eye, and the mess of thick, clear-white liquid running down the side of his face.
"You CAME IN MY EYE, you ASSHOLE!" He yelped, shoving Yuuri away and clamping his hands back over his poor inflamed eye. "SHINOU it stings! Ugh!"
Yuuri oofed as he landed back on the bed, blinking rapidly as his brain processed the last 10 seconds.
WAIT…
The double black turned bright pink as the thought crossed his mind again.
That's…. That's my… On his face..! Oh god, what the hell.
He quickly reached over and pulled a handful of tissue from the box of 'Clean-More' brand nose wipes on the end table and tried to get his fiancé to let go of his pained eye.
"Oh my gosh, I'm really sorry, Wolfram!" He sputtered, balling up the tissue to wipe at the boy's eyelid. The demon just sat there obediently as Yuuri cleaned the stinging area, suppressing small hisses and yelps. Once, Yuuri pressed too hard on his eye and Wolfram instinctively shoved him away again, cursing under his breath.
"You're not helping!" he snapped, wiping away some semen that'd tried to drip down into his eyebrow.
Yuuri hmph'd, reaching over to grab the pitcher of water and new tissues. "Well it's not my fault it got in your eye! I can't just will it to go somewhere! You didn't need to do that, you know, I even told you not to! Haven't you ever heard the term 'Karma is a harsh mistress'?!"
Wolfram snatched the now wet cloth from Yuuri's fingers and began rubbing his eye. "What the-!? Dammit Yuuri, you said it was ok!"
"If you rub it like that you're going to make it worse, idiot!" the king snatched back the cloth and grabbed onto Wolfram's forehead. He yanked it backwards, then began to dab at the very puffy skin around the eye. Wolfram grumbled darkly under his breath, but sat patiently. After discerning that it was going to be as good as it'd get, Yuuri moved on to wiping the rest of his release off the other male's face.
But of course, before he got it all cleaned up…
"Your Majesty, I heard some yelling, so I figured Wolfram must be-"
Yuuri and Wolfram's sight turned towards the door.
Gisela, who had cautiously opened the door and gazed inside to confirm her suspicions, instead got an eyeful of His Majesty's 'Little Majesty', and Wolfram kneeled in front of him with an odd white fluid dripping down one side of his face. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull at intruding on such a moment, and hastily ignored Yuuri's sudden frantic explanation by yelling nonsense over the top of him and waving her arms.
"I'M SO SORRY YOUR MAJESTY I PROMISE I WILL NEVER EVER COME IN HERE WITHOUT KNOCKING AGAIN OH DEAR PLEASE EXCUSE ME SIRE!"
At that the door slammed shut, but Gisela's horrified wails continued to echo into their room from the hall as she ran down the corridor telling everyone she saw not to 'disturb His Majesty, as he is in the middle of some very important business.'
Neither Yuuri nor Wolfram could really look at Gisela properly for the next few days.
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"Well, it looks as if you're finally back to perfect health, Wolfram!" The medic chimed merrily about 4 days later after giving Wolfram a full body examination.
Both Wolfram and Yuuri sighed happily at the news. Finally, it was officially over.
"You'll probably experience some minor digestion problems, like trapped air bubbles for a few more weeks, but that's nothing to be worried about. Just stay away from all the foods that seem to bring it up."
"You hear that, Yuuri?" Wolfram grinned, leaning over onto his recent lover's shoulder, twirling his fingers around on the black cloth covering his chest. "We don't have to hold back anymore~"
Yuuri laughed nervously, pushing Wolfram's hands off his chest and retreating farther back on the bed. "Hahaha, yeaahh.. What were we holding back?"
Wolfram rolled his eyes and puffed out his cheeks, then quickly lashed out and caught up his King in a firm embrace. Yuuri sputtered and tried to push away, but failed quite miserably.
"Wolfram! Hey! Lemme go!"
"Gisela," Wolfram said calmly, nodding his head once to the woman standing off to the side awkwardly. "You are dismissed. Leave me and my fiancé to our business for awhile, will you?" He turned back towards Yuuri and pushed him over onto the bedclothes. "Oh, and let the guards know to not let anyone in or out, even if it's the Maoh himself."
The green-haired woman bowed hastily and slipped out of the room, leaving Wolfram and Yuuri to each other's personal company.
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AN: Well, that's the end. :3 UHM. Sorry this took a long time to finish up. ; _; I got caught up in school midterms and Government projects and writers block. But it's done now, and I hope it was worth the wait!
Oh btw, I love spoiling tender moments, if you haven't noticed yet. Does that make me a horrible person? Lol~
Until next story, guys!
