To See Again

Chapter Three

It was under this tree when they first professed their love for each other. This is the very branch Yuuri bumped his head into when he temporarily lost his sight. Wolfram grazed his hand over the wooden limb and smiled softly at the memory. This is also where Yuuri regained his sight--just after their first kiss.

When the other residents of the castle were busy with their duties, and there were pretty no urgent matters to see to, Yuuri and Wolfram would always take their lunch out here for a picnic. Something in this little spot among all the other beautiful seats in Covenant Castle made them both feel a little magical. True enough, magic occurred here for the both of them.

Yuuri dusted his hands on his trousers and burped loudly. He closed his mouth with one hand and looked at the blond. His eyes were laughing. Wolfram's green orbs looked back in kind.

"That was quite a heavy lunch."

"Ah. I asked the cook to make your favorite."

"Thank you."

They looked at the gardens again and a gently silence fell on them. This was the most relaxing part. A full stomach, a serene surrounding, and the love of your life right next to you. Yuuri did not think this would have happened to him. After having been sucked down the toilet, and told of his destiny, he ran head on towards his mission. That was all that filled his mind and heart. The people of Shin Makoku would always come first.

But when things calmed down, another mission came to his attention. It was to give the time that was due his blond sprite. Yeah, when he first saw Wolfram, he knew he was a boy. But it was still his beauty that allured him the most. The golden mane graced his crown was almost like a princess. Then his eyes would always go a shade greener when it's spitting fire. His skin was almost a crime to be on a man. Those lips that always yelled and demanded of him would still smile at him at the end of the day. Everything was almost too feminine, but will always be manly in Yuuri's eyes.

True, the personality soured his mental image of the soldier before, which lead to the slapping--hence, the proposal. The soldier could be too angry for the littlest problems. He would yell and draw out his elements. But when he looked back at it now, it was this feisty personality that made his beautiful facade all the more real.

Wolfram was real. His love was real.

What they have was real.

Yuuri sighed loudly, smiled and stretched on his back. The blanket beneath them rustled in his movement. "Thank you, Wolfram, for everything." He closed his eyes and felt himself drift to sleep.

But his senses stood on end when he felt Wolfram lay down beside him. Yuuri felt that Wolfram was just a little too close. Although this was their most relaxing place, he couldn't shake off his over-awareness of the other boy. He tried to hide his discomfort by linking his fingers together and pillowing it beneath his head. He kept his eyes closed.

"Yuuri?"

"Hmm?"

"Why do you love me?"

Yuuri could not contain his smile. "Because I'm happy when I am with you."

"That's all?"

"Well, I love the whole of you. From all that angry fire to that cold glare, to that sweet kiss."

"Hmm." Wolfram felt his cheeks warm. Yuuri was not one for flowery words, but he always get his message across anyway. He loved everything about him.

"Why do you love me?" Yuuri asked in return.

Wolfram had to chuckle softly, "Because your my wimp."

"I am not a wimp!" Yuuri sat up to look at the other boy with conviction. But he found himself smiling when the words sunk in. "Ah. I am yours." He leaned towards the other boy and kissed him on the lips.

Wolfram slipped his tongue in the other boy's mouth. The king was momentarily surprised before he tasted the boy beneath him in the same manner. He felt Wolfram cup his face with both hands and his hand held onto the soldier's forearm while the other supported his weight. He nibbled at Wolfram's lower lip.

The blond moaned lazily when Yuuri finally pulled away. His lips felt hot and heavy. "Yuuri?"

"Hmm."

Wolfram looked down.

When Yuuri followed suit, his nose almost bled. Without his knowing, one of his knees was between Wolfram's pushing up. At the same time, one of Wolfram's knees were also erotically pressed between his thighs. "Ah!" He scrambled to a sitting position and stuttered, hoping to explain his actions. But he was not able to get one decent word out.

Pushing himself up on his elbows, Wolfram looked at the stammering King and smiled. In his heart, this was how Yuuri would always be. He would always try to deny his body's reactions. But he would never really lie to himself in the end.

"Weren't you the one who said we should not be embarrassed about anything between us?"

Yuuri took a deep breath, "It's not that I am embarrassed." He looked over his shoulder to the blond, "I'm very surprised of my own actions since I've never been with anyone before."

"Are you scared?" Wolfram asked gently.

Yuuri laughed softly to himself. "Ah. But just as horny."

Wolfram laughed along with him. It was finally comfortable to be talking about things like this. Yuuri wasn't even pulling away or avoiding the subject. They have truly come a long way. They matured in time. Although the years they've spent together is not yet that long, time together always felt like it would last forever. It didn't matter how long they would live together as they took thing a day at a time.

"Idiot! Come here!" Wolfram reached out and pulled at Yuuri's shoulder. When the King faced him, he pressed his lips against that of the other. Kissing became easy, yet still very pleasurable. He could feel his heart beat in his ears. The pulse beneath his fingers was just as strong as he touched Yuuri's neck. My heart beat for his.

Wolfram pulled back and rested his forehead against Yuuri's shoulder. "Yuuri?"

"Hmm."

"Let's go to our room."

Yuuri's eyes widened for a while, before it softened. "Ah."

~~**~~

Wolfram held Yuuri's hand as he led them to their room. With every step, anticipation rose. Yuuri was blushing to his ears as maids looked at their conspicuous display. He looked down at his feet at he let Wolfram take the lead. He even knew his palm was a little clammy and he wanted to pull away from the blond. But the soldier did not let go. He held tighter at the door to their room came into view.

They stood in front of the double door entrance face to face. Was it asking permission? Was it waiting for assurance? Was it hesitation?

From here, Yuuri reached out to hold Wolfram's hand and opened the door with his other. Wolfram followed him without a word. They stepped into the room and Yuuri closed it behind Wolfram. The blond heard it lock.

Yuuri leaned in, taking his lips with his own. Wolfram was taken by surprise and stepped back, only to be flushed against the door. The King followed him and pushed at the other boy. He reached for one pale hand and raised it to rest on his chest. "Wolfram, my heart is beating so fast. I'm nervous as hell but I still want you."

Wolfram blushed and pushed at the other boy. Yuuri allowed him the space. They don't have to do this now, and he wasn't in a rush. Although it was the blond who asked to go to this room, he would not force anything.

Yuuri looked at the blond carefully, trying to see signs that he changed his mind.

Wolfram's eyes were still cast down. He was a little scared. But for the sake of them both, they had to get over this. They were both men, and he should be just as aggressive. He took a deep breath before looking up.

And there it was, Yuuri thought. Those eyes never failed to entrance me.

Wolfram smiled and stepped forward. He stood behind Yuuri. The King patiently waited for his next move. It wasn't long before he felt Wolfram's palm against his back, trailing to his shoulder blades. Wolfram reached further and pulled at the King's jacket. He removed the garment of threw it aside.

Then he wrapped his arms around Yuuri, his palms resting on the King's stomach.

The double black boy sucked in his breath. Those hands were dangerously low, and he was reacting fast. "Wolfram?"

He looked back and found the blond kissing him. His eyes fluttered close and he kissed back with much fever. "Nn."

Wolfram's hands were not idle. It pulled Yuuri's shirt from the waist band of his pants. Then he unbuttoned these. It wasn't long before it followed the jacket on the floor.

Yuuri pulled away from the kiss, long enough for him to turn around, then he locked his mouth with the other boy again. He sucked hard, and he felt Wolfram grip his butt. He instinctively bucked against the blond, their hips grinding.

His kisses trailed to Wolfram's chin, then down his neck. He tasted with his tongue, hot and wet. At the hem of Wolfram's jacket, he sucked on the skin, sure to leave a mark there. The blond groaned and it tickled the King's lips. He wanted more.

He roughly unbuttoned the jacket and pulled that down his arms. His patience was running low, so he tore at the shirt that hindered him from touching that pale skin. Buttons flew away, and the material was ripped to shreds. Wolfram simply shrugged off the remains before wrapping his arms around Yuuri's neck.

With one arm, Yuuri held the blond around the waist. The other reached down, his hot palm pressed against Wolfram's aching bulge.

"Ah!" Wolfram gasped, then bit at Yuuri's shoulder, his hips pushing against that hand.

"Wolfram..." This was the pleasure-pain they were talking about.

Wolfram was panting and he looked like he was trying to calm himself, "That was close."

Yuuri smirked and pushed at Wolfram, with his lips and his body.

It was like a lazy dance of love they were doing. Hands were eager to touch everything, leaving a heated trail. Mouths sucked hard, taking the life. Eyes were closed, but it saw more than it asked for. Spirits rose in anticipation. Sweat covered them like a coat of ceremonial oils on their body. The rest of their clothes were removed in the process. They didn't care how, as long as their skin would touch. Their cries of pleasure was primitive. It was very hard to breathe and yet continue to feel. It was driving them both crazy, this rush of the body, but they have never been more sane about the situation.

The first touch of one's mouth on the very center of the other made the him arch into the wet cavern. The stroke on his hair made him growl. The touches were heavy but wonderfully ecstatic. He called for his god.

Wolfram breathed through his nose, trying to contain the pleasure as Yuuri pushed him against the edge of the bed. "It's surreal, what you're doing to me."

Yuuri smiled sheepishly and leaned forward to reclaim those lips. "I just can't get enough of you."

Wolfram touched Yuuri's face with one palm before sitting on the bed. "Come to me. Make love to me."

Yuuri pressed that hand to his face with his own before following the blond to the center of their bed. The soldier was wonderfully erect and he had to touch it. It was straining for him, as much as his ached. Wolfram gasped and fell down on his back. The King stroked it slowly, watching the face of the other.

Wolfram reached down and took hold of Yuuri's idle hand. He put two fingers in his mouth and sucked on it hard. Yuuri swallowed. The blond licked at the fingers before motioning it to his entrance. "Please, Yuuri."

With his fingers, Yuuri pushed in.

"Nn, Yuuri."

Yuuri leaned to lick at the blond's neck as he felt Wolfram pulse around his fingers. "Not yet," He commanded the other boy.

"Hurry." Wolfram pleaded.

Yuuri retracted his hands and positioned himself between the boy's legs. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I won't if you don't put it in."

Yuuri tucked his head on Wolfram's shoulder before coming in Wolfram's entrance in one strong thrust. The feeling was indescribable. His eyes were kept closed as the world seemed to crumble around him. But he felt Wolfram's tight hold on him, his arms around his torso, his entrance around his member. Wolfram was around him as much as he was all over the soldier.

His heart was hammering away and his body moved on it's own. His thrusts were urgent and uncontrolled. Wolfram's whimpers breezed through his ears, heating his boiling blood. "Wolf--"

"Yuuri, I'm--"

"I--"

"Ah!"

Bodies strained for each other in an arch. Hot seed seeped and sputtered. Outside, the sun was high.

"I love you." Yuuri whispered before he collapsed on the blond, his breathing heavy.

Wolfram stroked his black mane with one hand, "I love you, too."

~~**~~

"Hurry! Get the spare keys!" A voice yelled. Then a banging on the door. "You're Majesty! Are you in there?"

Yuuri grumbled. What's the racket?

"Your Majesty!"

Yuuri bolted upright. He noticed that it was already dark outside, and the moon was high. He looked at the door and light filtered at the bottom of it. Shadows were moving, indicating that there were people outside.

"Your Majesty!"

There were whispers and arguments outside. He recognized the voices.

Yuuri's eyes widened. Every one was home!

Panic took over. He looked down at himself, and found that the blanket only covered his hips. He looked at Wolfram who was still sleeping soundly beside him. The blanket was merely draped over him. In the moonlight, he quickly observed the room and found the damage they inflicted in their love making. The clothes were utmost suggestive.

"My Lord, I have the keys!"

How am I going to face them?

The door unlocked and concerned members of the house rushed in. Silence took a quick hold on them. They looked around the room. The light from the hallway was enough to tell them what happened here and where the two were. They could see everything from where they were standing. They just could not say anything about it just yet.

Yuuri and Wolfram, it appeared, were sound asleep on the bed.

A rustling of sheets caught everyone's attention and they looked at the bed. Wolfram, hair disheveled and obviously naked, rose to a sitting position. "If you don't want hell to break lose, close that door behind you after you step out." He was grumbling, his eyes half open.

When he was sure that every single one of them was out and away, he fell back on the bed. Instantly, Yuuri rolled onto him, one arm draped on the blond's waist, his face tucked on his shoulder.

"You were awake all this time." Wolfram stated.

"Yes." Yuuri mumbled, his face hot.

He grunted. "Wimp."

He pulled up to look down at the other boy. "But I'm your wimp."

He looked back up at him. "You can't belong to anyone else."

"I know."

The end.

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Thank you for reading my sequel for "Without Sight". I hope you enjoyed this last chappy. I want to thank my reviewers for being kind and patient with me. You all know how it feels to receive them, and I'm really grateful. I also want to thank two writers who have me as their beta. You know who you are. I just want to let you know that you inspire me more than you could ever imagine.

Well, there's that!

I hope I could still write fanfics. Perhaps I'll try other series as well, and hope you could all watch out for that as well.

Thank you very much, guys!