Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lime/smut

 

 

First Time:

The clock struck twelve signaling the midnight hour and all seemed still in the large castle. Except for the guards who were stationed at various sections, not a figure stirred as each had gone into the deep throes of much welcomed sleep.

A festival had been thrown earlier in the day by none other than the previous Maou, Cherie. It was supposed to be a celebration of her successful and latest love cruise and everyone who was anyone had been invited to the grand event. At the crack of dawn, the party had begun and the poor King had hardly had a moment’s rest since then. Cherie had made herself a permanent fixture on his arm and had insisted on showing him off to many of her friends, much to the young king’s dismay.

King Yuuri, for his part, had done his best to escape, but he had always been caught by either the overzealous Cherie or by an intoxicated Anissina – who had tried to use him for an experiment involving alcohol and live pigs. Konrad hadn’t been much of a help for he had (and much to Yuuri’s surprise) found himself a lady friend to spend the entire day with. Günter had been stuck with Gwendal in some kind of argument and there had been no help from either of them. But what was really surprising to Yuuri was the fact that his fiancé, the beautiful Wolfram, had not shown his face to yell at him for being with Cherie. In fact, Yuuri had hardly seen the blond all day. He had caught a few glimpses of Wolfram during the dances, but the soldier had made himself scarce soon afterwards with hardly a word.

For the first time in a long while, Yuuri had really wished that Wolfram would have appeared to rescue him. He failed to acknowledge that the dull ache in his chest was at the thought of the blond not really caring. He didn’t know why it ought to bother him that much, but it did all the same.

And now, he lay in bed unable to sleep, his gaze fixed stubbornly at the intricate designs above him as he wondered where his stubborn and elusive bride-to-be was. Usually, the blond soldier would have made himself comfortable in Yuuri’s bed each night awaiting his return. At first, the sight of Wolfram in his bed had made him uncomfortable but after several weeks, Yuuri had found himself actually looking forward to seeing the petulant teen. Now, he couldn’t see himself falling asleep without the other boy and had finally come to accept and welcome the company.

Of course there had been the time when he had woken up to find his arms wrapped tightly around Wolfram’s body…or the fact that his mind had registered just how good and warm the other boy had felt against him and then…

He groaned and closed his eyes, clamping his legs together as he tried not to think of that now. The very thought of being with a guy in that way was out of the question. No matter how good looking his fiancée was; there was no denying that Wolfram was still a guy and that was that. No way in hell was Yuuri going to even think of doing anything remotely close to intimate physical contact. It was just so…so…wrong.

So why couldn’t he stop the sinful thoughts of allowing his hands to touch that pale smooth skin? How many nights had he spent just watching Wolfram sleep? How many times had he fantasized about touching those pink full lips – imagined them against his – wondered if Wolfram had ever kissed anyone else before? How many times had he imagined his hands slipping beneath that rather feminine sleepwear to explore the flesh underneath? And just how many times had he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to relieve himself of the pressure that would always rush down to his cock each and every time his thoughts wandered that far?

He had given up the count himself.

So where in the world was Wolfram tonight? His mind was spilt in two – one side wanting to go in search of the blond, the other stubbornly refusing to give in. Yuuri cursed and turned onto his left side and had to bite back a groan as the faded image of his fiancée lying beside him came to his mind.

“Damn it,” he grumbled as he pushed himself off the bed. He would have to go looking for the blond after all. “Why are you always such a whiny brat?” he grumbled again as shuffled his way out of the room. He opened the door and stuck his head out carefully. Thankfully, the hallway was clear. Usually, Gwendal might have been seen guarding his room but not tonight. He assumed too much wine and dealing with Gunter had taken a lot out of the surly royal.

However, Yuuri still found himself tiptoeing across the great hall and towards Wolfram’s bedroom. It wasn’t until he stopped before the large doors, did he realize that his heart was beginning to pound incredibly fast. He felt a sudden nervousness wash over him and he cursed himself for even leaving his room in the first place. Just what was he going to say when he came face to face with the blond? ‘Oh, come back to my room because you are supposed to be there?’ or maybe ‘I demand that you come back to the room! I am your king, so you have to obey me?!’ Yuuri’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He just couldn’t open up his mouth to say such things. Not only would Wolfram laugh at him, he would probably be killed soon afterwards by the angry soldier.

“What are you doing in front of my door?” The surly but yet slightly surprised voice asked, causing Yuuri to start and lift his gaze in shock.

“Wolf…Wolfram!” he gasped breathlessly. He eyed the door and then eyed the boy still fully dressed in his blue uniform and then at the door again as if hoping the real Wolfram would appear in his nightwear or something. “What….what are you doing here?”

“I live here, ne?” the blond replied sarcastically. But Yuuri could see the weariness within those piercing green eyes that looked a bit red. In fact, it looked as if the soldier had been crying…but then again it might have just been his imagination, Yuuri decided with a firm nod. Wolfram could and would not cry over anything.

“Could you get out of my way?” came the surly request. “I would like to get some sleep, your Majesty.”

The sarcasm was not lost on Yuuri, who regained his composure quickly to glare right back at the blond. “Where were you all evening?”

“None of your business, you wimp. Now get out of my way.”

“Not until you answer my questions, I won’t! Now, where…!”

“What’s that noise out there?” Someone asked from a distance and knowing it was probably one of the guards, Wolfram cursed softly and opened up his door while pulling the King behind him and into the room. He slammed the door shut and promptly released Yuuri to stalk away from him.

“You just don’t know how to practice decorum, do you, Yuuri?” he growled softly as he began to peel out of his clothes, hardly caring that the other boy was watching him. “You think you are so great because you are the king, right?”

“Wha…?” Yuuri was really struggling to say something coherent enough but was stunned to realize that his brain seemed to have shut down at the sight of Wolfram…naked! Okay, half naked but still…he had never seen the other boy this bold before him before. He felt the familiar ache rush down to his groin again and he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from giving away his distressed state.

“All day. All damn day,” Wolfram continued bitingly as he kicked off his boots. “You just keep draping yourself around my mother and her friends. Geez, if you like her so much why don’t you just marry her!”

“But I…”

Wolfram spun around to pin angry green depths on the flustered king. “What? I am not good enough for you?!”

“I never…said that…”

“Then what is it?!” The blond all but screamed in frustration and despite the anger he tried to maintain, there was a hint of desperation in his tone. “Why? Why won’t you touch me or something?!”

Yuuri blinked and blinked again. Had he just heard right? Had Wolfram actually asked that question? Did the soldier actually harbor such feelings for him? But before he could will his mind to fully digest the enormity of the situation, Yuuri found himself trapped against the wall with Wolfram’s hands on either side of his head as the blond leaned closer towards him.

Oh, sweet Kami…someone must have turned the thermostat a bit higher. It was getting incredibly hot in the room.

“Well?” came the soft question that had Yuuri’s cheeks blazing with color at how husky it had sounded. “Can you keep looking at me and tell me you don’t want to touch me?”

“I…I…” Yuuri struggled hard to gather moisture into his mouth. Mere inches separated them and he could feel Wolfram’s hot breath against his flushed skin. All he had to do was reach out to caress the pale flesh before him and his fantasy would be fulfilled and besides, Wolfram wanted him to do the same, right?

“Go ahead, your Majesty,” the blond cajoled thickly as he pressed himself closer to a now whimpering Yuuri. “You know you want to.”

He was unable to stop himself from gasping as their bodies finally made contact and before he could control himself, Yuuri placed trembling hands against his fiancée’s chest and accidentally brushed against a taut nipple that seemed to harden even more beneath his fingers. He relished in Wolfram’s strangled cry of pleasure and sensing that this was an extremely sensitive area for the petulant teen, Yuuri began to tease the hard flesh between his fingers, dark eyes watching in amazement as Wolfram began to moan with need. The blond’s eyes were now closed, his lips parted and moist, begging, tempting Yuuri to just have a taste of what lay ahead.

“Yuuri…mmm….Yuuri…”

The king felt his already stirring groin rise to the occasion with a fervor that almost had him collapsing to the floor. The way Wolfram had called his name was too damn good to miss and Yuuri knew that he wanted to hear it again and again.

“…pants…”

“Huh?” he asked hazily.

“Take off my pants before I come in them,” Wolfram muttered quickly as he reluctantly pushed himself away from the dark-haired boy. He stumbled backwards until he felt the back of his knees hit the bed. He allowed himself to fall back upon it, clearly inviting the king to continue with what they had already begun. The obvious tent that had formed in Wolfram’s pants and the slight dampness that had accumulated on the cloth was a sign that the blond wasn’t as composed as he would have liked.

And so nodding slowly, Yuuri forced his trembling legs to walk towards the sinful treat that was his fiancée, dark eyes hooded with lust as he walked closer. He towered above the blond, meeting the flushed visage of the beautiful boy below before leaning forward to finally claim what he had always wanted.

The moment their lips met had them swallowing their small cries of surprise as they parted their mouths to savor each other thoroughly. Their tongues clashed - sloppily, clumsy, naïve but yet deep eenough to know that both had been holding back for so long. Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s neck and thrust up blindly to rub his aching cock against his king’s. He wasn’t sure of what to do exactly, but he would just follow Yuuri’s lead and hope that the dark-haired boy would be able to release the ache that was deep within him. He had fantasized about this moment for many, many nights and now that it was finally here, he had no plans to let Yuuri go so easily.

“Wolfram…” Yuuri muttered thickly as he released the swollen lips of his lover. “I…” He was about to say that he didn’t really know what to do – as having sex with another guy hadn’t exactly been in his goals for life – but Wolfram beat him to the punch by twisting around so quickly that Yuuri found himself lying on his back and staring into the smiling boy now straddling him.

“What’s the matter, your Majesty?” Wolfram taunted as he slipped his hands beneath Yuuri’s night shirt to tug it up restlessly. He swallowed tightly as the king’s darker skin was revealed to him and all but cried out as he felt their swollen organs rub against each other through their constrictive clothing. He leaned forward, hands caressing Yuuri’s chest, green eyes molten with heat as he whispered thickly against the other boy’s lips. “Don’t you know what to do?”

Yuuri tried to shake his head but ended up arching his body off the bed instead, his hands fisting into the sheets as he felt Wolfram grind against him again. He was already staining his pants with his pre-cum, he knew that only too well, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Take…take it off, Wolfram…” he pleaded harshly, his breath coming out in short pants as he struggled to control himself from coming too quickly.

It seemed like the blond wasn’t holding up too well either for his hands fumbled with both his and the king’s lower garments. Yuuri reached to help but just as his hands brushed against Wolfram’s cock, his eyes widened in surprise as something warm and thick flooded against his torso and fingers. In mere seconds, he followed suit with a sharp cry, only to groan in dismay and embarrassment as he realized that they had both come already.

Wolfram whined and collapsed upon Yuuri, trying hard to catch his breath. He felt sticky, hot and incredibly good. So they hadn’t exactly gone all the way, but it was still a start and he knew that he would have many more opportunities to be with Yuuri in this way. At least the king was no longer averse to the idea of being with a boy and it could only mean that things were looking up.

“Wolf…Wolfram…”

“Hmm?” he replied lazily, still feeling too good to want to move.

Yuuri blushed harder as he felt the blond snuggle even tighter against him. He could feel his cock already twitching back to life but he had to clean them both up. If anyone was to walk in to see them like this, it would be the talk of the castle for weeks.

“Wolfram…let’s go clean up,” he suggested weakly. “Please…”

The blond, though his weary, shook his head quickly. “No…”

“Why not?” the king asked incredulously. “We are both messy…”

“Because if you go now, you will leave me again,” the soldier replied softly as he tightened his arms around the king.

“Wha…?”

“Let me sleep with you…for a little while longer…don’t…leave me…”

Yuuri opened up his mouth to protest but all he got was the light sounds of Wolfram’s even breathing. The blond had fallen asleep already.

“Don’t leave you, eh?” he asked softly as he caressed the golden locks slowly, feeling his own eyes growing heavier by the second. And leaning down, he placed a soft kiss upon the silky strands before reaching for the blanket to cover their half-naked bodies carefully. “I could never leave you,” he muttered sleepily as he wrapped his arms tightly around Wolfram in a rather protective gesture.

“I could never leave you…”

And perhaps next time, if there would be a next time, he would make sure he was fully prepared…for both of them.




~Owari~