YAY!! Another chapter!!

Quicker than usual… for me anyways, I guess it helps that ive written most of this fic already… BWAH

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Chapter 3

"Caught Off-Guard"

This was very different for Wolfram, he has never felt this erg, to torment, to ridicule… and to, dare he even think it, to prove himself. He's never had to prove himself to anyone. People seem to know he was special, know he had talent, and could beet them into a pulp if need be, he may not be built like a mountain, but when he got angry he was a powerhouse.

Taking a quick glance over at Yuuri to check if he was in fact looking at him, and disappointed on finding out he wasn't, Wolfram sighed and picked up his menu also. This was going to be difficult.

"hmm… I think I'm in the mood for…. Pasta…" Yuuri stated still looking at the menu idly. Murata was still gaping at Yuuri's blatant refusal to give in to the pop stars ego. But Murata thought, that the worse Yuuri made himself appear, the better he would look…. And then the likelihood of hitting it off with Wolfram, skyrocketed. In Murata's mind that is, the chances of any actual fireworks going off were about a billion to one, and that's putting it nicely.

Wolfram read the menu looking for anything that tickled his fancy, and finally sticking to, gnocchi, his usual, when he eats out, Italian style.

Murata changed his mind several time before Yuuri chose pizza for him.

The order was made, and the three waited. Light chatter continued, Yuuri mainly giving on worded answers to many questions asked by both Wolfram and Murata. Clearly trying to agitate the blond, who pretended to pay no mind to it, only smiling lightly.

Now playing with his fork, twisting it through the napkin in a childlike attempt to give the piece of cutlery a dress, Yuuri felt a brush up his leg. Jumping in shock, he looked up from his activity, so see who had done it, but both Wolfram and Murata appeared to in their own conversation completely separate from him. He looked down and glared at his fork.

Moments later the meals arrived, and Yuuri forgot all about that incident. He dug right into his pasta, as hungry as a pig, but he did notice Murata eating his pizza with a knife and fork…. And tried his best now to laugh with his mouth full, Murata really was trying too hard. He also noticed Wolfram who twisting his fork though his food, eyes plastered on the bowl. Yuuri went back to stuffing his face.

Mere moments later, right when he had a mouthful, Yuuri felt a hand crawl up his thigh and squeeze it possessively. The shock sent him backwards off his chair and onto the ground. Laying there motionless for a moment, Yuuri contemplated what had just happened.

He eventually stood up to see Murata looking at him this knife and fork still in hand, in shock. And wolfram, with his hands in his lap, with obvious 'mock shock' on his face. Yuuri felt his lip unexpectedly twitch as he held back the erg to glare, instead sitting back down calmly and picking up his fork.

Wolfram smiled inwardly in satisfaction. He was going to get this to work, Wolfram knew he could get anyone to want him, guy or girl, no matter their sexual orientation. But he knew which way was more fun.

Murata shook his head and tried to return to the conversation he had been having.

"Yea I plan on going sometime next year…" He finished the sentence he had been in the middle of. Wolfram nodded, glancing sideways at Yuuri, trying to catch his attention on the odd chance that he may look up, keeping his fork in his mouth Wolfram sucked absently on it, with his lips slightly parted.

Unfortunately for Yuuri, he chose this moment to look up, his eyes unable to miss the expression capture on Wolfram's face, as he sucked in his fork. Yuuri swallowed a large lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.

On the other side of the table Murata was anything but cool and composed, as Wolfram slid the fork in and out of his mouth. All the colour had drained from his face and his palms were slightly sweaty.

Both boys unintentionally pouted when the fork was put down and the plates were removed from the table.

Wolfram sighed innocently twisting a few strands of hair around his finger. Yuuri pealed his eyes away painfully, taking a long sip of his red lemonade to distract himself.

"So you two both have… girlfriends…." He looked over to Murata. "boyfriends… maybe?" He asked leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table lightly. Murata blinked wildly.

"Um, well, I don't have a boyfriend at the moment" He smiles suggestively, and then waves his hand toward Yuuri vaguely. "And he, hasn't had a girlfriend…. In quite a while…. If you know what I mean" Murata winks, Yuuri shoots him a glare, but his face conveys shock more than anything else.

"Murata!" He squeaksout. Wolfram smiles at the thought that hanging around with his gay best friend, has somehow made the school boy 'confused'. He was looking forward to confusing the boy more.

Wolfram rested his chin in his hand and turned his head toward Yuuri in question.

"So why is it, that a boy such as yourself, hasn't been dating. Id imagine you'd be beating the girls off with a stick." He flirted playfully. Yuuri tried not to blush, while Murata snickered.

"Well he doesn't attracted that much attention." Murata pointed out. Yuuri glared, but it was half-hearted, as he was to busy trying to ignore the fact that wolfram's beautiful eyes were fixed on him, like glue.

Yuuri wanted to argue that he was in fact a total babe magnet, but he couldn't say it… not only was Wolfram's stare piercing, but he also felt that a flat out lie, wasn't going to help him…

"Well…. What about you? Shouldn't someone like you, be in a relationship? Last I heard, you were still single!" Yuuri pointed out correctly. Murata nodded curiously. He had no idea where Yuuri was going. Wolfram shrugged.

"A relationship doesn't interest me, at the moment I'm concentrating on my career…Besides….." He lent closer to Yuuri. "I find it's best to leave people wanting more" He whispered, and Yuuri felt another squeeze of his thigh, dangerously high, but he was too dead rooted by the stare to escape. "People always want what they can't… have…." The hand was removed as quickly as it had been placed there. And Yuuri released a deep breath he didn't even realise he had been holding.

Murata raised his eyebrow. He was hoping his instincts were wrong, that his idol.. and hopefully one day boyfriend…. (as if) … was hitting on his best friend… his straight best friend… his best friend… who doesn't even have any interest in him physically what-so-ever… well that's as far as Murata knew.

For in reality, things were a WHOLE lot different. Not only was Yuuri absolutely captivated by the other… but if it weren't for the 'public' setting, he probably would have jumped him then and there, I guess that's just the hormone crazed teenager in him.

In his long moment of weakness, Yuuri didn't even comprehend, that, this rich, famous and stunning guy was hitting on him…. Him…. Plain old Yuuri Shibuya… Nothing special about him, same hair and eyes, as everyone else in Japan… But no, Yuuri wasn't thinking about that, he was to busy watching the blond eat the chocolate mouse which had just been brought to the table in his absence of mind.

Wolfram concentrate on licking the spoon clean, taking it in and out of his mouth, in the most suggestive manner he can manage.

Two men off to the side of the restaurant, one with longer dark hair looking to be a bodyguard of sorts and the other the teen's manager, watched on in disbelief.

"What the hell is Wolfram doing Conrad?" The bodyguard asked sounding disgusted. The other smiled and laughed lightly.

"No need to worry Gwendal, he's just having some fun!" The bodyguard just grunts in annoyance.

The night wasn't over fast enough, the restaurant was getting set up for closing and the three boys were getting ready to leave.

Standing up Murata boldly stepped forward to shake Wolframs hand eagerly.

"I'm so very happy that I got to meet you… this has been the greatest day of my life" He breathed out quickly. Wolfram felt his arm getting sore from the rapid shaking, and pulled it away, and smiled warmly.

"How did you guys get here?" He asked rather 'out of the blue'. Murata and Yuuri looked at each other.

"We, took the train…" Yuuri stated flatly. Wolfram's smile broadened.

"How about a lift home in my limo then?" Both Murata and Yuuri reacted enthusiastically to this, neither had been in a limo before.

cries its ova…

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