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“Sir von Walde! Do you plan to press charges?!” “Sir von Walde! Have you spoken to Mr. Yamaguchi since the incident?!” “Will you sue him for damages?!” A million and one flash bulbs going off in his face. Voices, screaming and merging into one loud cacophony that was bound to drive him mad if he didn’t get away soon. He idly listened to his publicist try to pacify the rowdy and hungry press and for a moment, Gwendal was sure that their eyes had taken on a feral look “Now that Mr. Yamaguchi has made a public apology, how will you respond, Sir von Walde?!” It was that idiot Yamaguchi’s fault. Gwendal had wanted the entire incident to be swept under the rug. The last thing he needed was the publicity, especially at Wolfram’s expense. He had made his brother’s life enough of a living hell and this was only going to make things worse. However, it seemed as if Yamaguchi had other plans, and had actually called a press conference in his hospital room to publicly apologize to Gwendal for his behavior and actions. According to Hiroshi, he was now a changed man and was willing to put the past behind him. He wanted to maintain peaceful relationships with the owner of the Royals team and hoped to support the organization in any way he could. That sneaky son-of-a-bitch, Gwendal thought as he slid on a pair of dark sunglasses, to block out the flashing lights from the cameras. He did this on purpose. He wants to make me look like the bad guy in this incident by putting me on the spot. “What do we do now, sir?” came the harsh whisper from his harried-looking assistant/publicist. “I don’t know if I can keep them away long enough…” “Don’t worry,” Gwendal muttered, squeezing the man’s shoulder gently in reassurance. “You learn to ignore such things after a while. Just tell them that there will be no comment at this time. Until then, have a good evening, Dorcas.” Without saying another word or giving the press another look, Gwendal made his way towards the waiting black sedan and slid into the back seat with a soft sigh of relief. “Where to, sir?” the chauffeur asked, just as he noticed several reporters running towards the vehicle. “Anywhere but here,” Gwendal muttered as he closed his eyes. He had never needed the soothing presence of Gunter as he did right now. His partner (Gwendal was slightly embarrassed at that term), who still had photo shoots lined up for weeks ahead, had been spending all his free time at the penthouse. Gwendal was more than grateful for Gunter’s sometimes sensible and rational advice when things got too strenuous for him. And at the end of a long hectic day at the Royals’ office, Gwendal knew he could look forward to an evening of peace and quiet (well…most of the time) with the man he cared deeply for. A small smile touched his lips as he thought of his brothers. Conrad was still with that cross-dressing actor who always got on his nerves for some reason. Gwendal was happy for his brother, don’t get him wrong. He just didn’t agree with some of the things Yozak did no matter how good his intentions were. He had tried to talk Conrad out of that relationship years ago, but for his efforts, he had gotten to see a fiery side of his usually mild-mannered sibling. Conrad had defended and stood up for Yozak in a way that had made Gwendal feel ashamed, impressed and jealous all at the same time. He had no idea where the two men were now. His guess was that they were probably locked away in Yozak’s apartment doing some last minute ‘catching-up’. Gwendal shook his head softly and opened his eyes again, his gaze drifting towards the brightly lit buildings as the car sped down the highway. His thoughts shifted to his youngest half-brother and marveled again at just how much the brat had changed over the course of the past few months. Ever since he saw that Shibuya boy, you mean. The change in Wolfram was finally noticeable in the way he had reacted to Gwendal’s visit at the Estate. The older man had fully expected his vivacious brother to hurl insults or to give him the cold shoulder, but to his immense surprise, Wolfram had been polite and amiable. There was no doubt the spitfire was still within, but Shibuya had in someway, done something to ease that turbulent spirit. Wolfram actually smiled more often these days and the first time the boy laughed out loud at dinner, his family had actually stared at him in shock for almost two minutes! Gwendal also knew that Wolfram was a constant visitor at the hospital lately and he couldn’t help his widening smile as he remembered Wolfram’s vehement denial at not visiting Yuuri because he ‘cared or anything’. He was just going to remind Yuuri of a promise he had made and that was all. He was determined to get Yuuri to play baseball again even if it meant dragging the injured boy onto the field on Opening Day. I underestimated you after all, Shibuya,Gwendal thought as he closed his eyes. You’ve managed to do something the rest of us couldn’t achieve. You’ve brought Wolfram back to ‘life’. Congratulations. Perhaps he would give their relationship his blessing someday – if they requested it that is – but for now Gwendal knew that the boys would need their privacy - privacy from the (meddling) family but most importantly, from the hungry press. He sighed and rubbed his temples gently, feeling the beginnings of a headache. He could only hope that the situation wouldn’t get out of hand. Fujiwara Private School would be going to Koshien after all. Murata had called earlier to tell him the good news. Oh, joy. “Why the long face?” Wolfram asked as he peeled out of his school blazer to roll up the sleeves of his white shirt. He tugged his tie loose and allowed it to fall to the ground with a soft whisper before reaching for the baseball bat beside it. It was yet another beautiful day in the city and the fifth since Wolfram had begun visiting him at the hospital. Yuuri wasn’t ashamed to admit that he looked forward to these moments of the day and would find himself already dressed and ready to meet Wolfram each time visiting hours rolled around. Although the doctors had cringed a bit at Yuuri straining his good arm, they did have to agree that the exercise was a good thing. However, neither doctor (there were two assigned to Yuuri) was willing to share the other good thing with the boy…yet - for doctors are proud creatures who like to take all the pride and glory in the miracle of healing. Yuuri’s condition, as diagnosed by their ‘amazing’ expertise, was still supposed to be in its critical stages. After all, the boy had suffered a terrible blow from a metal bat and it was a miracle in itself that the bones hadn’t been completely crushed from the impact. But to their consternation, the latest x-rays had begun to show a remarkable healing capability that neither man had been able to comprehend. In all honesty, Yuuri was simply wearing the sling now because he knew no better, but the doctors were aware that the young man’s bones were almost as good as new – if not stronger and better than before. And so, they would keep the news to themselves – for now - until they could figure out a possible explanation for it. “Yuuri?!” Wolfram yelled from his usual position behind the imaginary plate -- this time both boys had made it more obvious by arranging a set of sticks in the form of a pentagon on the grass. “Stop spacing out and throw already!” “All right, all right! You impatient…” He mumbled the rest of his statement and walked towards the ‘mound’, biting his lower lip as the envious nerves in his body strummed to life. So yes, his high school wouldn’t have made it to Koshien anyway – their record was dismal enough – but knowing that Wolfram would be going…as well as playing on Opening Day for the new minor league season in a few months… “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Wolfram bellowed with impatience. “Hurry it up and...!” “I’m thinking!” Yuuri replied with a light scowl. “Isn’t a man allowed to think every once in a while?!” “What’s to think about?!” Wolfram called out in confusion. “Just throw the damn ball…! “You’re going to Koshien!” he finally said in an almost accusatory tone. Wolfram looked flummoxed. “Yeah…so?” “So! So?!” Yuuri looked at his companion incredulously. “Is that all you can say? So?! Do you even understand how big this is?!” The blond shrugged and did some practice swings. “Yes, yes, our school finally made it to the National High School baseball championships. Yay. Should I be peeing my pants or something?” Yuuri gasped at the sacrilegious statement – at least to him it seemed that way. Oh, how he wished he could run across the lawn and wrestle Wolfram to the ground for saying such things! Didn’t the boy have a sense of history…of accomplishment?! “…besides, that stadium is getting old and we’re bound to get all hot and sweaty and dirty…” “Do you have any idea how much I’d kill to be all hot and sweaty and dirty…?!” Dark and amused green eyes met blazing black ones. Yuuri flushed. “…on the baseball field?!” he finally added quickly. “You’re one of the lucky few who can brag about it and yet you seem to think it’s no big deal!” Wolfram stooped to his haunches to eye the red-faced boy before him. His lips quirked into a small smile, for a part of him actually loved to make Yuuri angry. He loved the way those eyes grew darker with passion – either when upset or when speaking about something he really cared about. He loved the way those lips seemed to pout as Yuuri spoke and the twin spots of color that filled his cheeks. But what was most important was that Yuuri looked just like his Maou counterpart at such times. Although he’d never know it, Yuuri’s aura and presence were blending with the other’s to create this whole new persona that Wolfram was beginning to like even more and more. /Don’t you mean love?/ Shut up, you, he thought fiercely as his face suffused with color. He rose to his feet and pointed the bat in Yuuri’s direction. “Fine, you whiner. It’s a big deal, okay? Is that what you want to hear?! Huh?! So yes, I’m going to fucking Koshien and you won’t because…argh!” The sudden sound of flesh against flesh was like the crack of a whip in the stillness of the afternoon. Yuuri hadn’t even realized he had moved across the field that quickly. He hadn’t even been aware of what he was going to do before he lashed out to slap Wolfram’s cheek. He watched the imprint of his hand on the other’s skin turn red with slow horror and suddenly felt sick to his stomach. What the hell was wrong with him?! If he wasn’t such a brat… Why did he have to hit Wolfram again?! He should learn how to control his mouth. He doesn’t have tact most of the time and besides, the first time you hit him, it was because he insulted your mother… And you ended up becoming his fiancé…remember? Oh, shit. “You son-of-a-bitch!” Wolfram yelled and promptly sent Yuuri tumbling to the ground as he wrapped his arms around the boy’s neck. “I’ll fucking kill you! How dare you slap me again?!” Yuuri struggled to breathe, unable to do much thanks to his arm…and yet his lower body was singing with joy as he felt Wolfram straddle him. Dear god, but his priorities were all mixed up right about now. “…bad enough that I owe you my life and now you have to go hit me again…!” I’m dying! Yuuri tried to say. His face was turning blue and all he could manage was a choked gasp. However, running footsteps and the cries of ‘please let him go, Mr. von Bielefeld!’ released him from an early death as the blond was finally pried off him. Coughing and wheezing, desperately trying to get some air back into his lungs, Yuuri sat up slowly and caressed his neck gently. There was bound to be a bruise there in the morning. Man, we have such a violent relationship. “…slapped me!” Wolfram was saying indignantly to the nurse as he brushed off the grass from his khaki pants. “See if I come visit you again…” “Mr. von Bielefeld! Mr. von Bielefeld!” They turned to face the doctor, who was jogging across the lawn towards them. Yuuri recognized him and tried to smile at Dr. Shimizu, but something in the older man’s eyes had the smile dying quickly. “What is it?!” Wolfram asked with slight panic in his voice. “The pre…the press…” Shimizu wheezed, out of breath and panting harshly. He placed his hands on his knees and tried to control himself. “I don’t know what happened but there are news vans pulling up to the hospital and they insist on speaking to…to…both of you.” “What…how?!” came the cries from both boys. “I just spoke to Sir von Walde and both of us suggest you remain in your room for now…both of you. We’ll do our best to keep them away,” Shimizu said while nodding to the nurse. “Hayakawa-san, please take them back to his room using the back way.” “Yes, doctor,” she replied with a quick nod of understanding. “Please follow me.” Wolfram dove for his blazer and book bag, his brows furrowed into a frown as he walked after the nurse, his anger at Yuuri for hitting him, temporarily forgotten. His heart was pounding fiercely in his chest, a light sheen of sweat on his brow as he thought of why and how the press could be here. It couldn’t be about Fujiwara going to Koshien since the boys had already been forced to attend a mandatory press conference…amongst many others. Besides, the doctor had said ‘both of you’, which could only mean that it would have something to do with the events at the camp. But how the hell had that gotten out?! Wolfram knew that Gwendal would never do such a thing and had reassured him that the entire incident would be kept away from the public. So who? Who else could tattle on them if not… “Yamaguchi Hiroshi,” Wolfram muttered, his hands clenching into tight fists. They were now making their way up a flight of stairs in the building and Wolfram could hear Yuuri panting breathlessly behind him. He looked over his shoulder and smirked. “Need any help, old man?” Yuuri lifted his head to glare at the blond before flipping the bird in his direction. “I’ll take that as a no,” Wolfram replied, his smirk widening just as the nurse pushed open another set of doors that led them to Yuuri’s floor. “Please stay in here until you are notified of any new developments,” Akemi said with a warm smile as she watched the boys trudge past her and into the room. “Can I get you any refreshments?” Where are we? A five-star hotel? Wolfram thought, turning away quickly to hide his smile. Yuuri fought a snicker and sat down heavily on the bed. “No thanks, Hayakawa-san. We’ll be fine for a while.” Oblivious to the boys’ thoughts, the young woman grinned. “All right. Just buzz me if you do, okay?” The door closed behind her with a soft click and suddenly the silence became oppressive and heavy-laden with tension. Wolfram was stealing a peek out of the drawn curtains and Yuuri winced as he noticed the dull imprint of his hand on that fair cheek. He wondered if it would swell… “Turn on the TV,” Wolfram commanded without looking around. “I want to know what’s going on.” Glad for the distraction, Yuuri did as he was told and flipped stations until he reached the local news channel. He heard the light scrape of the chair across the floor as Wolfram made himself comfortable on it. A quick glance towards the blond showed that he was straddling the chair instead of sitting in the normal position. Wolfram had his chin placed upon the back of it and his eyes remained glued on the screen above them. He really does have beautiful eyes… Yuuri squirmed and quickly slid beneath the blanket, his heartbeat thumping a bit faster as he drew it over him in one swift move. He was ashamed of the heat pooling between his legs and hoped that his engorged flesh wouldn’t ‘rise’ to embarrass him. “I think Yamaguchi Hiroshi is to blame for this,” Wolfram mumbled. “I mean who else would know about the incident?” Yuuri shuddered at the sound of that name. He forced himself to look at the screen, but there was nothing being shown about them or Yamaguchi. “Why would he do something like that though?” he asked with a thoughtful frown. “Because he’s an idiot,” Wolfram replied as he leaned over to dig into his book bag. “He thinks if he tells the world about his transgressions that he’ll be forgiven and he’ll make Gwendal look like the bad guy.” “Huh?” A folded newspaper was tossed in his direction and Yuuri barely caught it. “Look at the column on the right,” Wolfram was saying. There was the ripping sound of a confection being opened and Yuuri swallowed tightly, forcing himself not to watch Wolfram eat. He had seen that over the past few days and there was something so decidedly ‘delicious’ about the way the blond chewed, licked his lips and fingers… “…all that shit about being a new man and hoping that everyone forgives him for his wrong-doings.” “Ah…” “So I guess he must have spilled the beans about what happened at the barn. Can you believe that guy?!” His lips smacked dully and Yuuri, who had been doing his honest best to focus on the words before him, lost all concentration as he watched Wolfram’s tongue dart out to lick his lips again. It was white chocolate today. “Want some?” Wolfram offered, holding out the half-eaten bar to him. “If I had known I’d be trapped in this room with you for the rest of the day, I would have gotten something more filling.” Like yourself… Yuuri winced, flushed and wished that was one of the thoughts that hadn’t seeped through. but Wolfram must have heard that one because his eyes widened for a moment. He blushed and withdrew his offer, before turning his gaze to the television and taking a bite from the candy bar with a vengeance. “Sor…sorry…” Yuuri began quietly. “I didn’t mean…” “It’s already been established that you’re a pervert, so I’ll just ignore that,” Wolfram replied curtly, although a slight tremble in his voice gave away his lack of composure. He still refused to look at Yuuri. “I’m not a pervert…!” “Hmph. So did you get to see my mother after all?” Wolfram interrupted as yet another commercial came on the air. Nice way to change the subject,Yuuri thought with a small smile. “Yeah, I did. She came sometime after you left yesterday and she was…eh…great.” That would be the understatement of the century. Cheri von Spitzberg was nothing more than a heavy breath of fresh air – an air that was filled with sunshine, roses as well as a bosom big enough to make all the men of Tokyo happy. Slender arms, laden with gold and silver bracelets were wrapped around his neck as she hugged him fiercely. She smelled of wild roses and happiness – if there was such a thing as that – and Yuuri couldn’t help smiling even as her well-endowed bosom pressed tightly against his chest. Again, he was grateful for the blanket covering him as certain parts of his anatomy agreed wholeheartedly with the feel of the beautiful woman. When she finally released him, it was to dab her eyes with a pristine lace handkerchief. Her lower lip trembled and Yuuri was afraid she was going to start crying soon. It struck him then just how much she looked like her youngest son and it was almost easy to envision Wolfram in her position. Oh, god, if he knew I thought of him dressed as a woman, I’d be a dead man before I was even through thinking it! “I finally get to see you,” Cheri was saying as she pulled up a chair to sit beside him. “To think that you’re the one who saved my precious baby’s life. I cannot thank you enough.” “It’s no big deal…” Yuuri began with a sheepish laugh. “Oh, if only my Wolfram were actually a girl, I’d be more than happy to give him away to you in marriage if you want…” Yuuri choked……….and somewhere, several miles away, Wolfram sneezed over his homework. “…but you can still be his boyfriend. I’m sure he doesn’t mind…” “Cheri…Cheri-sama,” Yuuri tried to say, his entire being flushed with embarrassment. “I don’t think…” “He has changed though, I’ll say that much,” Cheri continued with a thoughtful look on her visage. “Something must have happened to him because he’s not quick to flare up with anger whenever something doesn’t go his way. There’s a gentleness to him now – something he’s never really had although I’ve tried my best over the years to bring it out in him.” “I don’t know…” “All he talked about when he was came back home was you,” she continued, her smile simply radiant as she reached for his hand to grasp it tightly within hers. “He’s never really had a close friend and tends to be aloof around his classmates. So, you can imagine my joy at knowing that he’s finally found someone he can insult without a sting of venom in his tone!” Yuuri winced inwardly. That wasn’t something to be happy about, was it? “And now that I look at you, I can see where the goodness comes from. There’s something about you, Yuuri that makes people feel so…good inside. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” He didn’t, but he nodded all the same. However, there was a question he was dying to ask, and he hoped she wouldn’t be too offended by it. “May…May I ask you something, Cheri-sama?” “Of course!” she said with a clap of her hands. “Go on, anything at all.” He took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn’t sound too dumb. “I know this is going to sound out of the blue but…but…but what if I told you that we are…me, Murata, and well…you…we are all reincarnations of people from another time and place. Would…would you believe me?” He held his breath, watching those green eyes look completely blank and confused for a moment before something akin to sadness flashed within them. Cheri blinked and the look was gone, but there was no denying it. Yuuri had seen enough to know that she too must have either dreamed of Shin Makoku or remembered the past. “Conrad and Gwendal told me about it,” she finally said quietly, a small smile coming to her lips. “And at first I wanted to deny it as much as I could.” A hand toyed with the large hoop earring on her left ear as her gaze drifted towards the window. “My dreams…my dreams were filled with so much sadness and pain, Yuuri, and I didn’t want to let my boys know about it. What was the use of bringing up a past that ended in such misery? I wanted to remember the good times – the happier times -- and forced myself to do so.” She leaned closer to him, her smile widening. “Imagine my surprise at seeing a picture of you and knowing that the fates had brought us back together again…but most importantly…it brought you back to Wolfram.” Yuuri blushed and she giggled. “How do you feel about my son, Yuuri?” “I…I…” How the hell did she expect him to answer that?! He couldn’t tell her about his feelings. It was too humiliating to think that he had finally succumbed to Wolfram’s charms (not that the blond was consciously doing anything to charm him per se). “I don’t know,” he finally mumbled as he lowered his head, staring at the patterns of the blanket with seeming fascination. “He’s okay I guess…” “Okay, you guess!” Cheri laughed and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “The very same answer Wolfram gave when I asked him.” “Wha…?” “Oh, you two are too adorable!” She hugged him again and Yuuri had to try to remind her of his arm as she rocked them back and forth. “I promise that when you get out of this hospital, I’m going to help Gunter plan the biggest party this side of Tokyo!” “You really don’t have to…” “Nonsense! I insist! Now, let’s play a game of Shogi before I get chased out of here. You do know how to play Shogi, right?” “Yes…a little…” “Good enough for me! Now, I’m black and you’ll be red…” “You played Shogi with mother?” Wolfram asked incredulously. “That’s the worst thing you could possibly do.” “I know,” Yuuri said with a light laugh. “She’s really good at it.” “You should see her play it with Gwendal,” Wolfram said, now trying to stifle a giggle himself. “Both of them can get pretty intense over it and one time, I tried to ask Gwendal a question and both of them nearly bit my head off at the same time. They went ‘LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE! CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE PLAYING A GAME HERE?!’” Yuuri burst out laughing for Wolfram had done a pretty damn good impression of his older brother. This time the blond joined him and it had them going for almost two minutes, until Yuuri stopped long enough to take a good look at his…friend? Yes, Wolfram had finally become more than just the ‘boy-I-shared-a-room-with-at-camp’. The past five days had shown a side of the blond that Yuuri had never thought he’d get to see. Sure Wolfram was still a bossy, arrogant brat who lacked tact half of the time, but he was also kind and as Cheri had said, gentle when he chose to be. Two days ago, several children from the Pediatric Ward had come outside and had watched the boys play baseball with much enthusiasm. Tired and exhausted from the workout, Yuuri had sat on his wheelchair, watching with amusement and pleasure as Wolfram agreed to teach a few kids the rudiments of the game. At the time, Yuuri had thought Wolfram would make a great father to his future children someday…and yet as he had thought that, a dull ache of sadness and loneliness had filled his heart. It is true. We can’t be like we were in Shin Makoku anymore. This is a new age and time and things are different. We have to get married to women and have children and… “Why are you sighing?” Wolfram suddenly asked, jarring him from his thoughts. Yuuri lifted his gaze to meet the cool green one before him. What could he say? That he was sighing because he knew that this friendship thing wasn’t going to work out when his thoughts were only filled with ‘being’ with him in every sense of the word? That he had finally come to see just how good and wonderful Wolfram could be when he wasn’t being such a pain in the ass? That he wanted to spend the rest of his days learning more about Wolfram, playing baseball with him and sharing his hopes and dreams with him? But instead, “Because you’re sitting too far away from me,” was the response that slipped past his lips. Wolfram blinked in confusion, his jaw slackening for a second. “What the hell…?” “What are you so afraid of?” Yuuri taunted, his heartbeat now racing again as he realized what he was about to do. “I’m not afraid of you!” “Then come sit closer to me then!” Wolfram stared at the spot beside Yuuri’s bed for a moment. He turned a dull shade of red and blurted out quickly. “Why?” That stumped Yuuri. “What do you mean why? Because that’s what visitors do! You sit beside the patient and…and comfort them…” “Comfort you?” Wolfram laughed but it was a shaky sound for he too felt something palpable and thick between them – something that made his palms sweaty and his heartbeat quicken. “You’re way past comforting, Yuuri.” I want you… “That’s not fair. I’m a patient here and besides you almost tried to kill me today.” I need you… “And that’s because you slapped me! What the hell is wrong with you?!” I can’t see my future without you… “If you would stop acting like a goddamn bastard then maybe I wouldn’t be so tempted to do that often!” Without you… “Oh, sure. That’s just another fucked up excuse to use physical violence on me, you asshole! What is that? Some kind of fetish…?” I think I… “Fetish?! You’re the one who likes choking or strangling me! What kind of a weird ass display of affection is that?!” They blushed and turned away, their breaths shallow and uneven. Heartbeats synchronized as one without their knowledge. “Affection?” Wolfram finally muttered thickly. “You want to know a different way of showing my affection, huh?” I think I… “How’s this then?” The chair scraped across the floor as the lithe blond rose to his feet. He walked to the side of the bed, his fair countenance still flushed although his eyes blazed with determination. He looked into the widened dark eyes below him, his gaze traveling to the parted lips which were now being licked nervously. “Wolf…Wolfram…you…” I think I… “Just shut the fuck up, Shibuya Yuuri,” came the moaned statement as Wolfram finally sealed the distance between their lips. Surprised beyond words at his daring, Wolfram allowed his lashes to flutter closed, gasping as he felt Yuuri’s tongue tease his gently. His heart slammed hard within his chest and he pulled back a little, eyes wide as he felt Yuuri wrap his good arm around his waist to hold him prisoner. “Why are you stopping?” Yuuri asked, in a voice that barely sounded like his high-pitched one. Wolfram stared into his visage and saw it again, that blending of souls and features – the Maou and Yuuri - as one entity. It felt like he was about to kiss two men and his body flared with awareness and reluctant pleasure. “The…the door,” Wolfram said weakly, biting his lower lip hard as Yuuri (or was it the Maou) began to take the initiative by teasing the corners of Wolfram’s lips with light kisses. “What about the door?" “Someone could come in, idiot!” Oh, but that sounded like such a weak argument and the venom was lost as he sighed in delight. Yuuri’s tongue was traveling down his jaw and towards his arched neck. Sucking, nipping, grazing… “Then I’ll block it,” Yuuri suggested with a wicked grin. “Block…?” Wolfram barely had the time to decipher the cryptic decision when he felt a sudden surge of power emanate from the boy below him. The subsequent loud and almost grating sound of the bedside table across the floor told him all he needed to know. The idiot had literally sent the dresser towards the door to block it with just a point of his finger. “See?” Yuuri said, now looking quite pleased with himself. “We won’t be disturbed for a while.” “What do you mean for a while?!” Wolfram all but squeaked as he saw the look in his partner’s eyes. “You can’t mean…!” “Yes, it’s exactly what I mean,” Yuuri replied, now twisting around quickly so that Wolfram was now trapped beneath him on the narrow bed. The blond gasped and arched into the sinewy length above him, unable to stop the soft whimper of need that soon followed as he felt Yuuri’s arousal through the thin cloth of his pajamas. “You’re terrible,” Wolfram panted harshly, trying – no, forcing himself to think rationally. But it was incredibly hard to do so with Yuuri deliberately grinding his hips against his. “All I wanted to do was kiss you…you…” He looked into the face above him. “Are you the Maou?” “No…” came the amused reply. “Well…perhaps a little bit of both…” “Ah…ooh…I see…” Fuck! Please stop doing that. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it in much longer. But his arms were now wrapped tightly around Yuuri’s neck, his body moving on its own accord. “Your arm…” he asked, his thoughts barely coherent now. “What about your arm…?” “It’s healed,” came the flat reply, which had both boys blinking at each other in stupefied silence. Wolfram fell back to the bed with a light grunt. “It’s…healed? What the hell do you mean by it’s healed?!” Yuuri sat up (he hardly acknowledged Wolfram’s low cry of pleasurable suffering as he brushed against the already swollen flesh within the blond’s pants) and eyed the sling warily. “I don’t know. I mean I can’t say for sure but I guess it is. I mean I haven’t felt much pain in it lately and…” “Maybe…maybe the power of the Maou made it better,” Wolfram deduced with awe in his voice, a hand reaching out to caress the cloth gently. “Don’t you think?” Yuuri, who was trying his best not to whoop in joy at the knowledge that he would be able to play again - someday, shrugged lightly. “I’m not sure…” “Take it off.” “It’s still in a cast,” Yuuri mumbled even though he was doing as he was told. He released the clasp around his neck, giving a low sigh of relief as the heavy cloth fell off and to the bed. “Oh, that feels good but…” He held up the heavy arm, eyeing the signatures which had accumulated over some time. He could make out Wolfram’s ‘Get better soon, you wimp!’ written below Conrad’s ‘Get well soon, Yuuri,’ and felt a smile tug his lips. I think I… “Well, you have to tell the doctors that you’re all better now and you have to go home. I’d go mad if I had to stay in this room another…aah! Yu…Yuuri!” “You talk too much,” Yuuri muttered against Wolfram’s neck, his tongue beginning to trail fevered kisses along the pale flesh. His teeth grazed against the buttons of the white shirt and with a dexterity he didn’t know he possessed (he had to blame the Maou for this), Yuuri began to unbutton them one at a time. “Wa…wait…wait!” Wolfram pleaded, reaching out to push Yuuri’s head back a little. He licked his swollen lips and lowered his gaze at the questioning look in the other boy’s eyes. “What is it?” “I don’t…I mean I haven’t…” He cleared his throat and said the rest out in a rush. “I haven’t done this before you know…not even with a girl.” There. His embarrassment was complete. “Well, neither have I,” Yuuri confessed, his own cheeks suffusing with color. “So what the hell are we planning to do?!” Wolfram asked in near panic. He could feel the pressure building in his nether regions and if Yuuri didn’t stop grinding against him soon…! “I…I don’t know either!” Yuuri replied, now feeling a bit panicked himself. “I’m not in total control of myself here you know!” “At least take off my pants first,” Wolfram demanded. “I don’t want to stain my uniform and have to explain the reasons why…” “I have only one arm, remember?” “Use your teeth,” Wolfram replied with a smirk. “You were just doing it a moment ago.” Yuuri flushed. “Damn it. Who knew making out with you would be such a pain in the butt.” Flushing to the roots of his hair, Wolfram did his best to ignore the underlying sexual innuendo in that statement. “All right, then get off me. We’ll take off our clothes together and get back into bed. How’s that?” “Fine.” Both boys got off and turned away from each other, trembling hands trying to make quick work of their clothing as best they could. Wolfram folded his shirt and pants neatly and stood indecisively with only his white briefs on, biting his lower lip hard as he wondered if… “I’m done,” Yuuri said quietly and slipped beneath the blanket. “You can come in when you’re ready.” “Ah…okay…” Oh, my God, what the hell are we doing?! Okay, breathe, Wolfram. Just breathe. We’ll just….just…kiss and touch each other for a while and then…and then… “I’m getting pretty damn nervous, Wolfram. Can you come so we can make it quick…?” “Shut up already! I’m coming!” Taking a much-needed deep breath, he all but ran towards the bed and slipped into it quickly, pulling the blanket to his chin and staring resolutely at the TV without seeing anything. Together they remained in silence for a while, neither saying a word. Until… “Uuum…” “What?!” Wolfram snapped in growing agitation. “You’re still wearing your underwear…?” “I know that. I just didn’t feel like taking them off yet.” “Oh.” A commercial for hair spray came on and Yuuri shifted closer to the blond so that, from shoulders to thighs, they brushed against each other. It sent a warm jolt of pleasure down their spines and Wolfram groaned as he felt his toes brush against Yuuri’s gently. “I don’t know what to do,” he finally confessed, humiliated at this knowledge. “I’m so…” “…nervous and scared,” Yuuri finished softly as he decided that he’d have to be the one to take the initiative again. For the moment, the Maou had ‘disappeared’ and now Yuuri knew the pressure was on him to do as good a job as he possibly could. He shifted again, wrapping an arm around Wolfram’s waist to pull him closer to his body. “Look at me,” he commanded gently. “Maybe I don’t want to,” Wolfram whispered, sucking in a harsh breath as he felt Yuuri’s leg thrust between his. He moaned at the feel of Yuuri’s tongue at the corner of his mouth, and finally unable to resist, he slowly turned to accept it. As they kissed - shyly, tentatively – their bodies roared with heat. Wolfram’s cock was a burning organ that throbbed painfully within the constrictive clothing of his briefs. He whimpered into the kiss as Yuuri’s erection rubbed against it – slowly at first and then much faster as their kiss deepened. “Ooh…Yuu…Yuuri…please…I don’t think…” “Me neither,” Yuuri gasped into their swollen mouths. Sweat glistened against their flushed skins. Their hair damp against their foreheads as feverish gazes met. “Can I…can I touch you…?” “I…I guess…aaah!” His body arched off the bed as Yuuri’s fingers brushed against his arousal and began to stroke. The world swam before Wolfram’s eyes and he had to squeeze them shut as an unbearable surge of searing warmth began to pool down to the swollen flesh. “Wolfram…” Yuuri half begged and groaned as he reached for the blond’s hand to press it against his own throbbing flesh. “Do…please…touch me…” “…o…okay…like…this?” He squeezed, and for a moment, the world lost its color for Yuuri. He cried out softly and thrust into Wolfram’s naïve touch, his hand now slipping into the white briefs to caress the hot stick of flesh which was coated and glistened with pre-cum. “You…you’re hot…and sticky…” Wolfram panted as their strokes gradually became synchronized. Up and down. Harder and faster. Fingers touching swollen tips, toying with the slits and foreskins. A marveled sense of exploration and admiration of their bodies. Wolfram was going to lose his mind. He knew he was. He had masturbated several times in the past but never would he have thought that it could feel this good – this incredible! “Oh god…Yuuri!” “Wolf…Wolfram…I think I’m…I think I’m…!” “Oooh!” I think I… Their bodies strained towards each other, their soft cries of completion getting lost as their lips met again in a searing kiss. When they came, it was within each other’s hands and against their stomachs – a sudden burst of heat that had both boys drowning in a sea of pleasure so intense, it was beyond their comprehension. I think I… They came back to earth reluctantly, bodies still trembling with the aftermath of their orgasms. Panting for breath, they pulled apart slowly to stare into each other’s eyes, shy smiles now on their flushed features. I know I… Yuuri gently pressed his forehead against Wolfram’s and seemed to breathe his very essence. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but he was sure that the restless souls within them were finally at ‘peace’. Neither boy paid much attention to the very news they had been hoping to catch on the television nor did their surroundings matter much. They were lost in each other and to be honest, that was all that truly mattered. “Not bad for the first time, hmm?” Yuuri whispered breathlessly. “Yes…but we came too fast,” Wolfram replied quietly, stifling a small yawn as he tried to push Yuuri off him. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Yuuri that he enjoyed every minute of it. “Then we’ll do a better job next time.” Wolfram’s eyes widened at the insinuation. “Next time?! Who said anything about there being a next time?!” “Don’t you want to give it another shot…?” “I don’t…I’m not…” Wolfram sputtered and now tried vehemently to get Yuuri off him. “You insatiable pervert! I’m tired…!” “Then stay with me,” Yuuri said, staring earnestly into the wide green eyes. “Stay with me all night.” “Wha…what are you talking about?! You know they won’t…!” “Please.” “Yuuri…” Wolfram could feel his resolve weakening. Damn it! “Stay with me…for as long as you want,” the boy pleaded as he buried his face against Wolfram’s neck, his good arm refusing to let go of his prize. “Stay with me, Wolfram today, tomorrow…forever. Please. Don’t leave me.” Wolfram gasped at the intense plea. It struck him so deep that his body gave an involuntary tremble in response. He could feel his heart bursting at the seams with an emotion he couldn’t and didn’t even want to think about. And he prayed he wouldn’t die of a heart attack soon with its rapid palpitations. You idiot. He blinked back the ridiculous sting of tears that filled his eyes as he cradled Yuuri’s head against his chest, holding him possessively. Why did he have to get so emotional at a simple request? What was it about this boy - this useless, overreacting, goody-two shoes, wimp - that could bring out the unwanted tenderness within him? /Because you have always…always…loved him, Wolfram. You never stopped loving him. / Shit. He squeezed his eyes shut and held on tighter, feeling Yuuri’s warm breath against his skin and the low sounds of their heartbeats in the quiet room. You stupid, lovable idiot. You already know my answer to that, don’t you? Yuuri, who had been waiting with abated breath for an answer, finally smiled in weary victory as his lashes steadily grew heavier. Yes, Wolfram. I know. __ I know I love you. |