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Chapter List
- 1-Bloom
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
- 23
- 24
- 25
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kyou Kara Maou! – It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I’m not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: yaoi (male x male), violence, swearing, angst, drama. Wolfram-centric, out of character, original character.
Summary: With Yuuri’s upcoming birthday, Wolfram makes his decision. Where will it lead him and what is to become of them? Should eventually be Yuuri x Wolfram.
A/N 1: Yuuri – 18 years old. Wolfram – 21. Eldara – 32. Halea – 20. Athara – 18.
A/N 2: Greta doesn’t exist.
A/N 3: European/American/Japanese standards all at once depending on the plot requirements.
A/N 4: A tendency to ignore the anime/manga and supplement the story with my own imagined facts.
A/N 5: Season III is not taken into consideration, except for the fact that Wolfram’s uncle exists.
A/N 6: The umlaut in Gunter’s name is a bother.
Bloom
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by chriscut
Part 24
Wolfram lowered his glass to the table. It was only water, but he felt as if he were pleasantly buzzed. It had to be both from the tiredness and excitement. Across the table, Eldara was finishing his water, and Wolfram was watching him with unconcealed interest. He was a little bit nervous with the bed looming only a couple of meters away from them. He was somewhat uncomfortable about his inexperience. He wasn’t certain what exactly he expected from this night but hoped that Eldara would make sure he had a good time.
Wolfram’s eyes followed the duke’s glass until it was emptied and pushed aside. Eldara stood up, and Wolfram followed his suite. He circled the table and faced the duke. The look in the blue eyes was eager and inviting. Wolfram’s excitement grew.
“Come here,” Eldara said, reaching out for Wolfram’s waist. He drew the younger man to his body and leaned in to capture his lips. Wolfram’s mouth opened for him obediently, his arms coming around him, his fingers sliding into his hair again. It seemed that Wolfram was positively fascinated with his long hair.
Wolfram was noticeably getting better at kissing, Eldara decided. It was only the third or fourth time that they were kissing, and the obvious improvement made the duke wonder about the blond’s previous lovers. He slid his hand in between them and, blindly, started unbuttoning Wolfram’s jacket.
At some point, Wolfram felt the back of his thighs prop against the table. His jacket was unbuttoned, and, in a moment, his shirt was spread apart as well. Eldara’s hand slipped under the loose fabric to caress his stomach. Wolfram moaned softly at the feeling of the other man’s warm hands sliding over his bare skin. The hand caressed his stomach then moved upwards to his chest. It touched him there, circling and smoothing then rubbed over his left nipple.
Touching the blond’s nipples didn’t earn him much of a reaction, and, since Wolfram was apparently less sensitive there, Eldara changed the tactics. He pushed Wolfram’s jacket and shirt apart to give himself more access to the blond’s neck and collarbones. He sucked lightly on the pale column of the blond’s throat, which earned a few shuddery gasps and a silent groan. By the morning, he expected to catalogue the majority of Wolfram’s preferences.
Tentatively, Wolfram placed his hands on Eldara’s jacket and searched for the buttons. His fingers trembled lightly while he was working to get them undone. His hands slid to the duke’s shoulders to push the jacket off him. Eldara lowered his arms, and, with the blond’s help, the jacket flopped carelessly to the floor.
Eldara’s hands took hold of the blond’s head and issued another kiss. He could feel fine tremors coursing though the younger man’s body. Wolfram was aroused, the proof of which he could easily tell from the tent in his trousers. Wanting to feel more of him, Eldara wedged himself between Wolfram’s thighs, successfully trapping the other man between himself and the table. Their bodies came flush, and he swallowed the blond’s strangled gasp at the sudden friction. There was something innocent about Wolfram’s reactions, and Eldara couldn’t help teasing him.
Wolfram’s senses were overloaded with the feeling of the other man against him. Something hard was pressing against his thigh, and he was certain that it was not a sword. Then Eldara’s teeth grazed at the front of his throat, and Wolfram felt his knees go weak. He swallowed loudly and closed his eyes. He was almost sitting on the table now. If this was going to continue, he was going to come without Eldara touching him, really touching him. That would be embarrassing. He had to distract the other man.
Eldara’s white shirt posed quite a difficulty with its tiny buttons. Impatient, Wolfram tugged at them a few times none too gently. The duke covered his hands with his.
“Eager, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “Let me help you.”
The duke unbuttoned the shirt with practiced ease and then disrobed it. He let it fall onto the table next to them. With a roll of his hips against the blond’s, he reached for the younger man’s upper clothing.
With his shirt and jacket already pooling behind him, Wolfram could only stare at Eldara’s bare chest while his belt was being unbuckled. Smooth and hairless just like his own. Wolfram had seen quite a few hairy chests in his lifetime, Yozak’s for instance, when he didn’t shave for a week or two. It was like a ginger carpet. Or Tyari, the sergeant at Lesa with startlingly bright blue hair.
Wondering what had brought this recollection on, Wolfram closed his eyes and placed his palms on Eldara’s chest. He liked how it felt and leaned in to press his mouth to the smooth warm skin. A soft pleasant sound left Eldara’s mouth, and Wolfram took it as a cue that he was doing something right. He continued teasing the other man with his lips and then flicked his tongue over the left nipple. He was rewarded with Eldara’s fingers sliding into his hair, massaging his scalp. Wolfram bit down gently. A soft, shuddery hiss left Eldara’s mouth, and Wolfram could hardly believe that it was him who had caused it. He soothed the nipple with his tongue and wanted to transfer his attention to the right one, but Eldara tugged at his hair to lift his head. Their mouths met in a frenzied kiss.
Wolfram wasn’t certain how it all happened after that. At some point his trousers did get unbuttoned and opened, just like Eldara’s. The motion slowed down a bit when the blond realized that the two of them were already in his bed only in their underwear. Soon even that bit of clothing was gone. Eldara’s hands were all over him, and his skin felt as if on fire. He really felt like he was about to come any time.
The blond was making soft, delicious sounds almost every time he was touched, and it was driving Eldara wild. He was painfully hard, and Wolfram soon spotted the problem, wrapping his fingers around him. The touch was tentative, exploring at first, and then, encouraged by the positive reaction, grew bolder and bolder. Eldara was intent on giving as much as he was getting, but Wolfram kept shifting away. It took him a few more moments to realize that the blond kept brushing his hand away every time he touched him. He either wanted to prolong this or it was unconscious.
“Could it be that you haven’t done this before?” Eldara asked breathlessly, confusion mixing with lust. Reikia had expressed his suspicions about the blond being a virgin, but really…?
Wolfram went rigid, his face going beet red. His first instinct was to lie, but then he nodded quickly. It was pointless to lie, since it was probably quite obvious anyway.
“It doesn’t matter, really,” Eldara said at once aware that the younger male became uncomfortable. He wished he hadn’t asked at all. “It’s really pleasing, in fact,” he said, reaching out for Wolfram’s head to give him a reassuring kiss. The blond was still blushing fiercely, and the kiss he returned was needy but clumsier than all the others they had shared. It was clear now, the reason for his inexperience. Still, there was a lot he didn’t understand, but this had to wait. There were more pressing matters than Wolfram and his former fiancé’s strange relationship.
“So I suppose I can forget about this?” Eldara muttered, sliding his hand over the blond’s backside.
“Nhn… We can try.”
Eldara chuckled; Wolfram didn’t step back even a little. “Not yet. It’s a bit too early for that kind of experience.” He wished he had known – he would have handled von Bielefeld differently. It was not too late, though.
His palm stroked Wolfram’s chest and stomach in circles, then slid downwards. When Eldara’s hand reached the hardened member, the blond tensed involuntary. This time Wolfram didn’t try to push him away. Eldara’s palm rested on him, then, meeting no resistance, cupped him gently. Feeling it hardening in his palm even further, Eldara gave it a few strokes, alternating them with soft squeezes.
Wolfram could feel his face burning, but, to his relief, it was dark in the room, and it was probably not so noticeable. It was very visible, in fact. However, Eldara didn’t care much as he was much more interested in Wolfram’s more private parts he now was touching.
Eldara’s fingers were wrapped around him, stroking. Wolfram felt he was being pushed sideways, onto his back. He complied, allowing Eldara to climb on top of him. Wolfram’s eyelids fluttered when the other man’s weight pressed him deeper into the mattress. Eldara’s breath was hot against his neck. His body was pressed against Wolfram’s tightly, allowing him to feel the other male’s hard length. His mind was numbed by the sensation, the knowledge that it was him the duke lusted after.
It was probably that thought that shattered Wolfram’s resistance completely. He raised his hands to press them against the duke’s shoulders. Eldara was alarmed thinking Wolfram wanted to push him away, but his doubts dissipated when the other man’s right arm slid down to wrap around his waist, the blond leaning in for a kiss. He answered it. Gave Wolfram just like he knew Wolfram wanted it – gently but firmly.
Wolfram broke the kiss about a minute later. He sighed contently, dropping his head back onto the pillow. The other man’s length was straining against his stomach. Wolfram rubbed against it tentatively. He heard Eldara exhale softly, then the other male pressed against him even tighter.
Wolfram gripped at Eldara’s shoulders when the other male took hold of both of them and started stroking them simultaneously. Eldara didn’t even try to prolong it – it wasn’t about that tonight. It was about reassurance and relief.
A loud sound startled the blond. It took him some time to realize that it was his own moan that had echoed in the candlelit room. If at first he could feel Eldara hard and throbbing against him, soon all he could sense was his own pulsing length and the hand working him.
Most of Eldara’s weight was supported by his left hand, but soon he realized that Wolfram liked to feel more of his weight on him. He wished he could do that, but then it would make it impossible to stroke them. It was obvious that the blond wouldn’t dislike a rougher foreplay either. For now it was best to play it safe. Experimentation could wait until Wolfram was more comfortable with this.
The soft grunts and hot puffs against his ear indicated that the blond was about to come. Eldara could feel him clawing against his back desperately. He rubbed harder, flicking his thumb over the leaking heads and sucked at the blond’s throat. That was enough to make him come. Wolfram stopped breathing, his body rising slightly off the bed.
Panting, Wolfram sagged back into the bedding. For a few moments, he stayed just like that, doing nothing just breathing and enjoying the warmth. It had been good, but now uneasiness was creeping into him. He could hear and feel Eldara’s quick breathing against his neck. The other male hadn’t come yet. Wolfram was about to ask what he should do, but then he realized that he knew perfectly well what he should do. He reached out between them where his member was softening and Eldara’s was about to burst. It was sticky everywhere – his stomach, his chest. It was probably all over his thighs, too.
The duke grunted softly when Wolfram’s fingers wrapped around him. The touch was tentative at first but then became bold, pushing Eldara’s hand aside.
Eldara came quickly, and Wolfram suddenly found himself regretting he couldn’t clearly see the duke’s face. Maybe next time. He let go of the softening member. The duke was still for a while, regaining his senses then rolled off Wolfram. After staying in bed for a few moments, he got up and wandered around the poorly lit room. Sleepily, Wolfram thought about summoning his element to light the way to wherever he was going, but Eldara returned to the bed before the blond could do that. Wolfram gasped at something cold and wet touching his stomach. He pushed Eldara’s hand aside.
“It’s just water. I’ll wipe you off. Believe me, you won’t like the feeling in the morning.”
Wolfram didn’t protest anymore. The duke wiped them clean, tossed the soiled handkerchief aside, and lay down again. Wolfram fell asleep about the same time the duke was about to ask him to put out the candles. With a sigh, Eldara left the bed again.
They woke up five hours later to the sound of someone pounding on the door.
“Your Highness! Your Highness!”
“What is it?” Wolfram croaked, rubbing at his eyes. He saw that Eldara had already sat up and was looking around for his clothing. A few reddish scratches were marking his back, and the blond blushed lightly.
“There’s a duel in the yard!”
“I think he’s actually come for you,” Wolfram muttered at the duke’s back. “So tactful.”
“Ask him what the duel is about,” Eldara said, climbing out of the bed. He bent to retrieve his underwear from the floor.
Tearing his eyes away from the pleasant sight, Wolfram repeated the question to the guard.
“They are fighting over a woman! One of them is half-Demon! There is…”
“Mother.”
The duke turned to Wolfram, who had suddenly jumped out of his bed as if he was chased by a hundred dragons. He was scurrying around the room, picking up pieces of clothing.
“Will be there in a moment!” the blond shouted.
“Are you sure it’s her?” Eldara asked while pulling his trousers on.
“Believe me, it’s her.”
“Why doesn’t she stop it, then?”
Wolfram laughed hysterically. “Stop it? She will be clapping her hands to spur them on! Those damn idiots!”
They left the room simultaneously. Wolfram was trying to button his jacket with one hand while in the other he was carrying his coat. The duke was dressed already. There was no surprise on any of the three guards’ faces, and Wolfram figured that at least half of the castle was already well-informed. The guards fell into the step behind them.
“So who is fighting?” the duke asked.
“Arlen von Schnauzer and Liuthor von Ferdinand.”
“Oh, just great!” Eldara grunted in disbelief. “One is a half-Demon, the other a full-blooded one!”
“I’ll fry both of them,” Wolfram spat. “Those fools!”
They tore outside into the cold morning air and then sped towards the crowd of onlookers. The fight was already on, the ice bolts flying left and right while lumps of ground rose here and there. Annoyed even more by the spectators’ lack of understanding that they could get hurt at any moment, Wolfram ran into the field before anyone could stop him. A gigantic wall of fire rose between the two duelists.
“Stop it this instance!” Wolfram growled. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re the guests in this house yet you dare fight here! Such a disgrace!”
“But, Wolfie dear, they…”
“Quiet, Mother!” Wolfram snapped at Cecilie.
He turned to Liuthor von Ferdinand. He knew Liuthor, at least had seen him a few times in Blood Pledge Castle. He was from the territory Gwendal ruled, and technically von Bielefelds had hardly any influence there, and Wolfram was no longer the Demon King’s fiancé. It was common knowledge, however, that it was best not to anger the landowner’s brother. Wolfram knew that. He also knew that Liuthor would not want to face him in a direct fight. The man would lose spectacularly.
“You’re a guest here!” Wolfram repeated. “Stand down!”
Liuthor hesitated for a few moments, then lowered his hand and bowed. “Your Highness.” He started walking in the direction of the castle.
“Where are you going?” Arlen von Schnauzer shouted after him. “We are not done here!”
“You are!” Wolfram snarled at him, dispersing the wall of fire.
“What gives you the right to interfere into our duel?” von Schnauzer protested.
Wolfram glared at him. “Common understanding that you should respect your host!”
He could see that von Schnauzer was about to follow Liuthor. He didn’t know von Schnauzer, and the man didn’t know him and was going to ignore anything he said. Besides, von Schnauzer was older than him by at least a decade; older men didn’t tend to listen to younger men so easily.
“If you make at least one step towards him, it will be me you’ll be facing,” Wolfram snapped at von Schnauzer.
“Fine, then!” von Schnauzer snarled, squatting down with an intention to press his hand to the earth.
Wolfram could not believe this. With a flick of his wrist he tossed von Schnauzer backwards before he could summon his Earth Element. While the panicky man was rolling on the ground, trying to put out the fire on his coat, Wolfram summoned a fire lion and sent him forward.
“Try anything and it will take your head off,” Wolfram warned when von Schnauzer put his hands on the snowy ground. He saw the man stare at the burning beast above him. The heat coming off it must be scorching. Von Schnauzer raised his hands. It was starting to sink in that he had picked a fight he had no chance of winning.
“Do you yield?” Wolfram asked in a few moments, having given the man some time to assess his situation. Von Schnauzer nodded frantically, and Wolfram dispersed the lion. “If you want to duel, do it somewhere away from here, where you can’t hurt anybody,” he said.
“But Wolfie, why do th-”
“Go back to the castle, Mother,” Wolfram said watching von Schnauzer stand up and embarrassingly brush his ruined coat off the snow and ash.
Cecilie quieted down and, with a sigh, headed for the castle. Aware that the show was over, the rest of onlookers started walking in the same direction. Von Schnauzer traipsed about in the yard for a minute and then walked off as well.
“Well done!” Eldara said cheerfully, siding to Wolfram in the field. Now there were only the two of them and their soldiers left. “I don’t even know what I keep my guards for!”
“Are you angry that I interfered?” Wolfram asked. He started walking towards the castle, following the crowd.
“A bit,” the duke said with a nod. “What if you were injured?”
Wolfram shook his head. “Are you kidding me? Von Schnauzer doesn’t even know how to properly wield his element! Besides, it’s my mother who started this mess.” He snorted. “One more voyage to find love gone wrong.”
“Ah, one of those. I’ve heard of them.”
“She must have used her perfume again. Honestly, that woman!”
“And you feel responsible?”
“Well, of course.” Wolfram shrugged. “You’ll have to forgive me for the spectacle, but I don’t think there was a better way to stop it.”
“A few Esoteric Stones would have done the trick. They would have lost any wish to use their magic in my land for a long time.”
Wolfram gasped. “You wouldn’t!” He gave the duke a more careful look. “You would,” he reconsidered mournfully. “And you promised me not to use them!”
“Wolfram, I promised not to use them on you or your suite. These are two different things.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Well, of course,” he said sarcastically. There was, however, no point in arguing. He had already accepted that there was nothing he could do to change the duke’s view concerning Esoteric Stones.
“I wish you wouldn’t rush off into dangerous situations like that,” Eldara said in a moment. “But never mind that. All’s well that ends well. Tell me one thing – why a lion?”
“Mm? Oh, it is because it is fast, has sharp claws and teeth and, generally, people are afraid of lions. It wouldn’t have the same effect if I summoned a fire giraffe, would it?”
Eldara laughed. “No, it wouldn’t. It would probably be just as dangerous, though.”
“Slower and less effective,” Wolfram corrected him. “I can replicate any species, of course, but lions are most effective. I like dragons, too. But the ones I create are much smaller in comparison to the real thing, so I prefer lions. I’ve been summoning them for so long that now I don’t even need to think about the shape. Just happens mechanically.”
“I see. It was a big animal you summoned just now, and I am under impression that you can summon at least three more of that size.”
Wolfram was surprised. “I don’t think I’ve ever summoned more than two. Four of them would probably be impossible. Even if I were able to, I don’t think I’d be able to fully control them. I may end up killing myself.”
“Hmm…” Eldara laughed softly. “Now I look forward to our small outing to train with our elements even more.”
“To watch me kill myself?”
“No, Wolfram, to watch you excel. I think you aren’t aware of how much you have improved.”
They entered the castle while Karela held the door for them. Wolfram wondered about the duke’s words while wiping his feet on the doormat. The previous time he had summoned a lion, he had noticed that it was larger than usual. However, wasn’t that just because he still hardly had any control over his element and misjudged the size?
“By the way, since I don’t think we’ll have time to discuss this alone,” Eldara said, taking off his coat, “what do you think of the previous night?”
Wolfram blinked in unexpectedness. His neck started cramping with the need to look at Fajdal and other guards behind him to see their expressions. “I liked it,” he said. “I’d like a continuation.”
“That’s wonderful,” Eldara said, pushing his coat into one of his guards’ hands. “Well, I’m off to the baths. You’re welcome to join me.”
Wolfram blinked again. “Um. Alright. I’ll just get a change of clothing.”
When Wolfram entered the baths, he was both relieved and disappointed – there were about fifteen men inside. He should have expected this with so many guests in the castle. Walking past the soaking, washing, and drying people, Wolfram settled for the bath in the corner. He started taking his clothes off. It was somewhat awkward, but he used to undress with so many people around him while at Lesa’s Fort.
The blond managed to wrap his lower body in a towel without flashing anything too much, found a free bar of soap and a basin, and set about his business. Yet, he could tell that he was being stared at. When he had washed himself and climbed into the bath for a soak, it seemed as if everyone suddenly decided that there was something magical about the bath he was in and climbed after him. Wolfram frowned. Deciding to just ignore them, he leaned his back against the wall of the pool and closed his eyes, relaxing.
“Do you know that you have a hickey?”
Wolfram recognized the voice as Reikia’s and kept his eyes closed in hopes that the other man would just go away.
“Here.”
Fingers brushed over his neck, and Wolfram went rigid, his eyes opening. He turned to give Reikia a glare. “Touch me one more time and I’ll break your arm. I’m not kidding.”
Reikia raised his hands to show that he meant no harm. “Fine, fine. Such sensitivity.” He watched Wolfram touch the side of his neck unconsciously. So Eldara had made his move. Well, now things were in their rightful places.
Wolfram’s hand froze in place when he noticed men staring at him. A few averted their eyes as soon as their gazes met, others, yet, gave him inviting looks. The tub was fully packed. What was with that exaggerated reaction? The blond wondered where the duke was and then realized that he was probably at the other side of the baths, covered by the steam, intentionally avoiding him. It was a good idea since Wolfram could remember a few scratches he left on the other man’s back. With a soft sigh, he closed his eyes again. This was nothing, however. Instead, he was afraid to even think what reaction his family members were going to have to him and the duke playing around. Gwendal would probably flip. Conrart…well, he didn’t particularly care about his reaction. Cecilie…maybe she already knew. Wolfram relaxed again. Hmm…wasn’t so bad, was it?
Tbc
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