MAIN PAIRING: Yuuri x Wolfram
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou! However, I do so claim the rights to the originality of this plot.
WARNING: No very explicit slash scenes in this chapter except a bit in the beginning. There's going to be quite a numerous amount of fluffy moments between our two favourite boys as usual.
Let's go!
Chapter Three:
Arching his back in pleasure, Wolfram released a cry. "Uuh! Yes!"
Yuuri panted heavily as he leaned over the slender back of the blonde and bit into a pale shoulder. "Oh god, Wolfram…you feel so good…" he moaned, pounding deeper into Wolfram, his mouth suckling at a sensitive earlobe.
The emerald-eyed beauty rocked back into the young king, his eyes wide and glazed with lust. His hand reached around to tangle into Yuuri's locks as he tipped his head to the side, allowing it to loll on the other young man's shoulder in time with each thrust. Yuuri wasted no time in taking the invitation offered and lowered his head, his lips leaving trails of fire as they traced the sweet-smelling pale lines of the blonde's throat.
"So hot! I can feel you inside me, so hard! God, yes, right there!"
The sounds of the bed creaking and of wet flesh slapping against flesh filled the steamy chamber, pleasured cries accompanying the rhythmic noises in an ever-rising crescendo.
Feeling that they were reaching the end of their limit, Yuuri snaked a hand around Wolfram who was moving heavily in his lap to get a hold of the other's hard arousal. "G-god, Wolfram, I'm so close! I love you! God, I love you!"
Yuuri shot up in bed with wide eyes and gasping for breath.
Wolfram stirred beside him and blearily blinked his emerald eyes open. "Yuuri?" he asked sleepily, his voice sounding husky, sending shivers through the young king. "What's wrong?"
Averting his gaze from the blonde, knowing that if he looked at the sleep-dazed face of the other he would lose all semblance of what little control he had left and ravage his bed-partner, Yuuri swung his legs over his side of the bed and made sure that his lower regions were facing away from Wolfram.
"Nothing," he replied, unaware that his voice had deepened into a low rumble. "Just a dream, that's all. I'm sorry if I woke you."
Wolfram sat up and stared quizzically at the raven-haired young man's presented back. He pushed the sheets off of him and as he crawled his way over to the king across the bed, he vaguely noted that Greta was nowhere in sight. 'Probably with Anissia and Mother having breakfast already,' he thought and laid a hand on Yuuri's shoulder. He frowned lightly when he tensed under his touch and brushed a tress of hair from the other's sweaty neck. "It's not 'nothing' if you're edgy like this and you didn't look at me when you answered."
Yuuri shook his head. "It was just a dream, Wolfram. Really, it's nothing worth getting worried about."
Wolfram quirked an eyebrow and pursed his lips. He reached his arms around Yuuri's neck and clasped the young man's cheeks in between his hands. Turning the other's head around gently, he quoted, "'If it's nothing worth getting worried about', then look at me when you say that, Yuuri."
Yuuri sighed lightly. His shoulders dropped a bit and knowing that the blonde would not give up until he turned to look at him, he obeyed and allowed the soft hands to gently guide his head so that he would be looking at Wolfram. He raised an eyebrow of his own in bemusement when Wolfram gasped, his green eyes widening when he got a full glimpse of his face.
"What?"
"Your eyes, they've changed," came the breathed response.
"What?" Yuuri repeated, and completely forgetting his current state of arousal, he stood up and scrambled for the full-length mirror standing a few feet away from the bed.
The raven-haired young man stared into the silvery reflection and nodded faintly to himself. His eyes were no longer round and wide. Instead, the corners had narrowed and curved up into elegant sweeps, the irises were of a darker black, giving the colour midnight black its true, literal sense, and his pupils were slit. There was a slight combination with his original eyes to the Maou's eyes staring back at him from his reflection, though it was evident that the latter clearly dominated the first. Indeed, his eyes have changed.
Staring a bit longer at his reflected face, Yuuri decided that he rather liked the changes his eyes had undergone and a slow smirk spread across his features as an idea made its presence known in his mind. He had always been taken lightly by others, especially with the nobles and diplomats, because of his innocent and naïve-looking appearance. Yuuri had began learning how to conduct himself with the mannerisms of an adult but his wide, child-like eyes continued to pose an obstacle in his search to present himself as a maturing individual.
'This should aid me with the stubborn lots I'm going to have to deal with at the congress later on this morning,' he thought, his smirk growing larger as his mind began plotting with a mental cackle of glee. 'Oh this is going to be fun!'
Wolfram was thinking along the same exact train of thought as he appreciatively traced the difference of Yuuri's eyes. Although he liked the large, round eyes Yuuri had before they changed, he could honestly admit that he liked the new ones too—a lot. His gaze dropped almost lazily down the king's torso and before he could stop himself, a gasp escaped from between his parted lips as a raging blush raced across his cheeks.
Yuuri whirled around at the startled sound from the blonde and his eyes followed the place the wide, emerald eyes were staring at, only to yelp loudly in shock. Hastily, he dove forward and wrapped a sheet around his lower waist, efficiently covering the erection tenting his pyjama pants.
He cleared his throat embarrassedly, his obsidian eyes darting everywhere but in Wolfram's direction. "Right, sorry about that," he murmured nervously. "Um, I'm going to get washed up."
"Just what exactly was your dream about, Yuuri?"
The young king stumbled to a halt in his trek towards the bathroom, the low purr from Wolfram immediately sending heat racing down south. Inwardly cursing his teenage hormones, he stiffly responded, "Nothing much. Just a normal dream."
"Really?" Wolfram drawled and stood. "A normal dream would leave you in your current state once you woke up? Wow, must've been one 'normal' dream, wouldn't you say, Yuuri?"
The raven-haired young man gritted his teeth but did not rise to take the bait.
The blonde sauntered forward, a smug smirk stretching across his face as he caught sight of the flush rising on the young king's neck. "Yuuri?"
"Oh alright, so it wasn't a normal dream, happy?" Yuuri relented with a snap. He slanted a narrowed look over his shoulder at Wolfram and a teasing leer tugged at his lips. "I had a rather…stimulating dream about you, Wolfram. Is that what you wanted to hear, love?"
Wolfram's breath hitched in his throat at the intent look in those beautiful, onyx orbs of fathomless depths swirling with desire. "I-I…" The blonde cleared his throat with a small cough as he felt a rising arousal course through his veins in answer to the deep, dark stare. "Yes, you could say that."
The young king dragged his intense gaze up the blonde's lean body, obviously checking the other out with a curling smirk twisting up the corners of his mouth as his eyes landed on a prominent bulge wedged in between Wolfram's slender, long legs.
"I can see that you have quite a problem there, Wolfram," Yuuri drawled seductively.
The blonde instantly blushed a bright red but managed a comeback. "So do you," he retorted quickly, refusing to stand down from the raven-haired young man's challenging look.
Yuuri raised a black eyebrow. "Would you like some help dealing with it?"
Sputtering at the blatant invitation, Wolfram blushed for all he was worth. "I-I, well, that is to say, um…"
"Let me know when you make up your mind," Yuuri tossed over his shoulder as he stepped into the bathroom, closing the door with an amused laugh.
Wolfram stared for a few moments before he huffed and stomped towards the wardrobe to take out his uniform; his cheeks still a bright pink. Slipping out of his nightgown and into his blue uniform, he shifted his head a little to glance behind him. Emerald eyes narrowed at the closed door.
'If it's a game of seduction he wants,' Wolfram thought, a scheming smirk blooming on his features, 'then it's a seduction he'll get.'
000o000
Gwendal cast a puzzled glance towards his king who sat silently in his high-backed chair beside his amused-looking, youngest brother; Yuuri's eyes were shadowed by his bangs as the diplomats continued arguing amongst themselves.
Gunter leaned slightly towards him. "What's His Majesty doing? Shouldn't he interfere before things get out of hand?"
"I don't know. Let's just wait a bit longer and see," replied the blue-eyed man in a low whisper. The two lords returned their attention back on the debates being thrown back and forth across the room.
"Dai Shimaron is not stupid enough to actually declare an all-out war with us," argued a diplomat.
"And how would you know that?" shot back another dignitary. "For all we know, the new king could very well be as 'stupid' as you mentioned."
"I say that we strike now while their government is still adjusting to their new sovereign," voiced another lord. "It's best to strike when the enemy is weak!"
"You just want to see bloodshed," a representative sitting across the meeting room retorted. "You warlords just can't get enough violence, can you?"
"At least we're not snivelling cowards hiding behind their mothers' voluminous skirts," snapped back the same lord with an irate scowl.
"How dare you!" The diplomat shot up from his seat with angry growl. "I demand that you retract your insulting words and apologize, you insolent bastard!"
"I am no bastard!" roared the warlord, rising from his chair with a thunderous expression. "I refuse to apologize to a blubbing brat!"
"I think you better put a stop to this before it gets out of hand," Gunter hissed urgently to Gwendal who nodded curtly in response while shooting a veiled, annoyed glare at his young king for doing nothing.
'I guess he's not ready to deal with political affairs ye after all,' thought Gwendal, allowing himself to feel a little disappointed before casting his disappointment aside and steeling his determination. 'Ah well, guess it's time to step in again and dissolve this before it breaks out into a fight.'
Just as the blue-eyed man made to stand, a smooth, low voice pierced through the air.
"I find it interesting that all of you are acting remarkably like errant children throwing tantrums. I had the impression that we are here to attend a congress like respectful individuals, not to get into a child's brawl. To put it mildly, I'm quite disappointed with all of your conducts."
"I—," spluttered a representative indignantly. He stood and pointed an accusing finger at the young king. "You are just a youngster—what do you know? How dare you treat us with such impertinence?!"
Wolfram visibly stiffened in his seat beside the raven-haired young man but Yuuri shook his head in a minuscule movement. The blonde strangled his urge to sneer at the dissatisfied, muttering dignitaries and settled back into his chair with a schooled scowl.
"Indeed, I may be 'just a youngster' in your eyes, my lord," drawled Yuuri in a bored tone. His head slowly lifted as the shadows began dancing on his hidden features at the unhurried movement. "However, the question is not how dare I, but how dare you address me in such a disrespectful manner?" Then, Yuuri fully raised his head. Midnight black, slanted, slit eyes of mysterious swirling power pierced through the shifting shadows, freezing the other occupants in the chamber in their places at the intense glare.
"Might I clearly remind you on exactly who you are all speaking to?" the young king purred darkly.
Silence reigned in the chamber, everyone held immobile by Yuuri's dark glare.
"Much better," the raven-haired young man droned into the stillness. "Now then, shall we try again?" He turned his head and nodded at a shocked Gunter who was sitting in his chair as frozen as the others. "Lord von Christ, if you will."
Startled out of his shock when he was addressed, Gunter rose to his feet and cleared his dry throat. "We are gathered here this morning to discuss the topic of what course of actions we should take in regards to this new king, Ranjeel the Second, and the ever rising tension between Shin Makoku and her allies with Dai Shimaron."
His narrowed eyes still pinning the other men in place, Yuuri spoke up smoothly, "Thank you, Lord von Christ. Now, in relation to this particular subject, I have a few suggestions that I would like to propose. With the rise of the new king, Ranjeel the Second, I say that we do not yet have sufficient amount of information to fully come to a well-thought out decision. Regardless of the fact that Dai Shimaron remains a powerful country that continues to actively oppose Shin Makoku, it would be folly on our part if we are to take action without precise details outlining the base of our plans."
As Yuuri continued on speaking, Gunter leaned closer towards the blue-eyed man sitting almost slack-jawed in astonishment beside him. "I'm completely baffled and very surprised with how His Majesty's taking control of the congress," he whispered, his own purple eyes as wide as Gwendal's as he continued to watch the proceedings play out before them. "He's addressing every idea that the diplomats have voiced and showing the flaws of each one in such a way that's neither discriminating nor criticising but merely in an observing, neutral—and also very sophisticated—manner. At the same time, he's interjecting his own propositions that the dignitaries are gobbling up like hapless puppies. In short, I'm amazed."
"Indeed," replied Gwendal softly. "His Majesty, it seems, really has matured." 'And maybe I am wrong after all and what His Eminence said was the truth,' he added mentally to himself. 'His Majesty does seem to be ready in fully handling political affairs…'
"But his eyes," Gunter continued in a murmur as he eyed the changes the king's black orbs had undergone. "Why are they in such a state like that?"
"I don't know," Gwendal admitted quietly. "Might it have something to do with his flaring emotions? Maybe they'll revert back to normal once he's calmed down…"
"Now then, are there any objections with these propositions?" asked Yuuri, dark, onyx orbs drifting almost languidly from one diplomat to another.
The allied representatives glanced amongst themselves then shook their heads in unison.
"No, Your Majesty," murmured a dignitary in a deferential tone, the very same one that had questioned Yuuri's 'youngster' presence in the congress room. "Your proposals have exceptional merit and we do not have any opposition with them."
The young king smiled, though his eyes remained sharp. "Excellent. Well now, shall we call this meeting to a close for today?"
Taking the polite dismissal as it was, the diplomats stood as one and they each sincerely bowed respectfully to the raven-haired young man before departing.
Yuuri waited until the last representative had left to chamber and the double doors had closed behind them before allowing himself to slump back into his chair. "God that was intense," he muttered.
Wolfram said nothing. Instead, he stood from his seat and knelt by Yuuri's chair. The raven-haired young man glanced bemusedly at the blonde. "Wolfram? What—?"
His words dried up when the other leaned down and captured his lips in a breathtaking kiss. Opening his mouth at the demanding swipe of Wolfram's tongue on his lower lip, he went glazed-eyed when their tongues met each other in a playful battle of dominance that neither won—nor truly cared who could have won. With a last nip on the wet muscle, Wolfram withdrew and rested his forehead against Yuuri's as the both of them panted for breath.
"Do you know how hot you are when you take control like that?" he whispered huskily, his hot breath ghosting over the king's swollen lips.
Yuuri closed his eyes and nuzzled his nose against the blonde's soft cheek. He chuckled and pressed a fleeting kiss on the corner of Wolfram's lips. "I do now," he hoarsely replied.
In response, Wolfram hummed smugly.
The sound of a throat being cleared broke through the moment and the boys looked up, both remembering belatedly that there were two other people in the room.
The two young men flushed pink at the raised eyebrows directed their way as they stood and straightened their clothes. Yuuri laughed nervously while Wolfram grinned sheepishly.
"Heh, sorry, got a little carried away."
Gwendal raised an eyebrow while Wolfram snickered. "Quite. Shall we head to the dining hall for lunch, Your Majesty?"
"Sure." Yuuri hopped off of his chair and offered a hand to the blonde. "Wolfram?"
The emerald-eyed young man placed his hand in the offered hand with a smile. "Why not? I'm hungry."
A moment later, the small group had moved out of the chamber and were headed towards the dining hall down a large corridor, turning around a corner past the portraits of past Maous.
"You handled that quite well, Your Majesty," Gunter spoke up in compliment as Gwendal nodded his head curtly in agreement beside him. "The congress ended without a hitch."
"Yes, I'm quite surprised as to how quickly our allies' representatives unanimously agreed to my suggestion that, while keeping a cautious eye on Dai Shimaron's activities, we'll remain unified and come to the other's aid should they engage in hostility," Yuuri said with a grin. "The rest, of course, will depend on how the other side decides to make their move."
Wolfram snorted elegantly at the innocent expression the young king was donning, not once fooled by the false image. "That's only because you pretty much intimidated them into agreeing with you. I've never seen them so cowed yet utterly awe-struck at the same time."
Yuuri shot a mock, hurt look at the blonde. "Why, Wolfram, I didn't know you thought so low of me! I'm hurt! Really, I am!"
Smiling at the dramatics of the raven-haired young man, Wolfram could not help himself and leaned up to give the taller boy a kiss on the cheek. "You did well, Yuuri. I'm proud of you."
The young king coloured lightly and beamed brilliantly back at the blonde, his hand reaching out to lace their fingers together as their small group continued their way through the cloister of a large courtyard.
"Thank you," he murmured, almost shyly. He received a light squeeze from the blonde in response.
"He's right," spoke up a deep voice. Gwendal dipped his head towards his king in respectful acknowledgement. "That had been handled extraordinarily and I am far beyond amazed at your diplomatic skills. You have come a long way during this past month, Your Majesty."
Yuuri nodded his head with a smile. "Thank you, Gwendal. Mayhap this will ease your reservations about including me in further, more delicate political affairs, wouldn't you say?"
The young king caught sight of the man's eyes narrowing the slightest and hid a smug smirk.
"I agree, Your Majesty," Gwendal said. He shot a hidden, sharp look towards the raven-haired young man but Yuuri only looked back at him with a bright smile. There was no hint of underlying meaning in his voice for the blue-eyed man to find something wrong, and so Gwendal had to accept that the words were uttered in innocence. There could be no way that Yuuri knew about the fact that they had kept information about Conrad, Murata, and Yozak going to Dai Shimaron…could he?
Easily following the train of thoughts flitting quickly through Gwendal's eyes, Yuuri allowed a tiny smile to shadow the edges of his lips. He caught Wolfram's amused gaze and gave him a swift wink when the others were not looking. The blonde's lips twitched but he managed to school his features before it gave him away. Chortling inwardly, Yuuri opened the double doors and entered the dining hall.
As the small group settled into their respective seats around the table, Gunter inquired, "Your Majesty, your eyes, I can't help but notice that they're different. What happened?"
Yuuri blinked then shrugged almost in a nonchalant manner. "I don't know," he answered truthfully. "I woke up this morning like this. In fact, if Wolfram hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have noticed the difference."
"That's a sudden change in development," remarked Anissina. "I should experiment on this. Your Majesty, would you be willing to—"
"I agree," Gwendal interrupted, drowning out Anissina who threw an annoyed glower at him for his efforts. "I wonder what the cause is," he added, shooting a quick look in Lord von Christ's direction.
The silver-haired man nodded in return, the same suspicion on Gwendal's features creeping into his mind. 'I wonder if His Majesty's slow merging with his Maou's self has anything to do with his upcoming birthday. After all, the eighteenth year for a mazoku is the year of adulthood; however, His Majesty's part-human so does the same principles apply to him…?'
Cheri smiled and clapped her hands. "No matter, you look even more handsome, Your Majesty! Others are going to have a hard time keeping their hands off of you even more now to be sure!"
Wolfram scowled. "Mother! Don't say such things!"
"She's just playing around," Yuuri placated the blonde. He leaned over and added in a low whisper into his ear, "Besides, your hands are the only ones I want on me, Wolfram."
Greta looked up from her plate to see her adopted father turn red. "Yuuri, what did you say to Wolfram?" she asked innocently. "His cheeks are turning really pink!"
The small girl never really understood why the others laughed so loudly at her question. She huffed and stuffed the last forkful of vegetables into her mouth. Really, adults were so strange! She smiled brightly up at the maid when she took away her empty dinner plate and replaced it with a glass bowl of vanilla ice-cream topped with chocolate syrup and cherries, her dessert the same as everyone else's. The little girl took a large bite and grinned. "Yum!"
Yuuri shot a smile at his adopted daughter and taking a bite of his own dessert, he had to agree that it was very good. A movement from his peripheral vision caught his attention and he turned his head to glance at Wolfram to his left.
Immediately, he felt his groin tighten at the sight that greeted his view. The blonde was humming in delicious pleasure as he carefully placed a spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth. With a quiet moan of delight, his eyelids dropped halfway over his emerald orbs. Wolfram withdrew the spoon from between his plump, red lips and a pink tongue darted out to leisurely lick the silver utensil clean. Looking completely oblivious to the fact that Yuuri's attention was riveted on him, Wolfram lowered the spoon onto the table beside the glass bowl of ice-cream. Yuuri watched as the emerald-eyed youth seemed to be pondering the cherry covered confection in front of him before he reached out to pick the cherry up by its stem and slowly brought the small fruit to his parted lips. Savouring cherry with evident relish, Wolfram closed his red lips over the fruit and lightly sucked at the juice.
Yuuri almost choked at the sight and flushed in awakening arousal as he continued to watch Wolfram practically make love to his dessert with his sinful mouth, his little moans and purrs of enjoyment drilling hot heat into his body, setting his veins alight on fire as blood surged down to his growing erection.
Wolfram looked up with a surprised expression on his face when the young king suddenly pushed back from the table and stood up from his seat. A light dusting of red painted his cheeks and the blonde noticed that his obsidian eyes remained trained away from his direction. "Yuuri? Is something the matter?"
The raven-haired young man shook his head, still refusing to glance at Wolfram. "No. I just remembered that there's something I need to take care of. You guys enjoy your desserts."
"You sure, Yuuri?" Wolfram asked, hiding the urge to chuckle at the darkening of colour on Yuuri's cheeks at the sound of his voice. "Would you like some help?"
The way he had placed some emphasis on the last phrase must have given him away because the young king shot a narrowed, suspicious look at him, hearing the echo of a similar question Yuuri had asked earlier that morning in the blonde's second enquiry. Wolfram merely smiled innocently back in response.
"But, Daddy," Greta said. She pointed a finger at Yuuri's glass bowl. "You haven't finished your ice-cream, and you love this dessert!"
Yuuri smiled, though it was a little tight around the edges. "I'm not really in the mood to eat it right now."
Wolfram could not resist the opening the taller youth presented and spoke up in an almost nonchalant way, "Then what are you in the mood for, Yuuri?"
Yuuri threw a thinly veiled glower at the blonde. "Nothing," he bit out, his ears becoming as red as his blushing cheeks. "Now, if you'll all excuse me, I'll take my leave. Can you come to my study after your training session with your men this afternoon, Wolfram?"
The emerald-eyed youth nodded in confirmation. "Alright."
The young king nodded curtly. Then, he turned and stalked out and if his strides seemed a bit stiff, no one commented.
Gwendal quirked an eyebrow at his youngest brother but the blonde only smiled blandly back at him. Wolfram picked up his spoon again and dipped it into his melting dessert, ignoring the knowing looks his mother and Anissina were throwing his way.
Tantalizing Yuuri and seeing the other react in such a delicious manner to his actions...it was hot. He shifted imperceptibly in his seat to assuage the pressure his arousal was posing against his pants—no pun intended. A smug smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He had no doubt that Yuuri had figured out what he was doing and that the raven-haired youth would be retaliating with a vengeance and he looked forward to see what the king would do. A shiver worked its way pleasantly up his spine. Oh yes, did he look forward to it. He swallowed another spoonful of chocolate syrup and smirked again.
'Let the games begin.'
000o000
Yuuri closed the chamber doors behind him with a soft thud. He stiffly made his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him, locking it before slumping back against the wooden surface. He closed his eyes and breathed out heavily, images of Wolfram and the scene with the ice-cream dessert flashing in vivid detail behind his closed eyelids. The young king sucked air in between his teeth with a hiss.
He knew that when he had teased the blonde earlier that morning, there would be repercussions; but he had no idea that it would hit him so fast and hard—literally. His attention narrowed down and focused on the raging hard-on he was currently supporting.
His eyes snapped open. "I need a cold shower—now," he choked out. He stumbled forward and fumbled out of his clothes as he turned on the cold water to full blast.
Gasping and shivering as the icy water battered relentlessly against his heated body, dark onyx eyes narrowed and hands fisted.
'If it's a game of seduction he wants,' Yuuri mentally purred heatedly, his thoughts unknowingly an echo of Wolfram's, 'then it's a seduction he'll get.'
'Let the games begin.'
A/N: Oooo, that was a bit intense. Wow, quite a lot of sexual tension between our two favourite boys, don't you think? –snickers–
Thank you for the info on Valtrana's appropriate title! Also I really appreciate all of your reviews! They keep me motivated! Thank you very much!
Next up, a visit with Shinou and then an undercover mission to Dai Shimaron! Not to mention Wolfram's acceptance gift to Yuuri's first courting ritual gift and Yuuri's eighteenth birthday celebrations after that!
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