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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
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- 25
- 26
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 25
It was the second day of the double celebration, and the throngs of people started thinning. At first, no one wanted to leave before the king did. When he did leave – at about four – others, who lived in Raizgad or close to it, started following His Majesty’s example.
“How did it go?” the duke asked Wolfram, who had just entered the hall, returning from his spar with Reikia von Estram.
Trying to smooth out a non-existent crease, the blond tugged at his left sleeve. “Umm… Quite average. I presume the only reason he wanted to spar with me was because it gave him one more opportunity to talk to me.” He looked at Eldara sheepishly. “It’s quite bothersome.”
Eldara swirled the wine in his glass, sighing. “Well, at least you didn’t kill him. I heard he was making a move on you in the baths. To tell you the truth, I didn’t expect him to be so bold in pursuing you. He must be quite taken with you.”
Wolfram’s face flushed red, and he shook his head in disbelief. The word indeed had wings! “Let’s not talk about it. Hopefully, he will be leaving tomorrow and I will never see him again.”
Eldara raised his glass to his lips to both take a sip and hide a smile. “I doubt he will leave.”
“Make him, then!”
The duke chuckled. “Now you’re behaving like a spoiled child.” He gave Wolfram a questioning look. “And I believed that you liked attention…”
“Not to this extent!” Wolfram protested. “It’s my mother who likes this kind of attention. She wallows in it until she sucks the guy dry. Ugh! I just want him to stop pestering me.”
Eldara’s face turned serious. “Pestering you? You… Wolfram, can it be that you have never had anyone court you before?”
The blond seemed to be surprised. “Court me? Well, of cour-!” he trailed off. He couldn’t exactly remember. There were various instances and incidents, but he couldn’t tell for certain whether those were considered courting or just harassment. And Yuuri… Instead of courting him, the king had done the exact opposite - avoided him.
The duke watched the blond carefully, then nodded. “I see. I think the problem is that you prefer to be the one to show initiative and to be in control. You don’t like it when it goes the other way round.”
Now Wolfram looked amused. “Don’t I?” All he could remember from his and Yuuri’s unhappy relationship was that the only thing he wanted from Yuuri was to show him any kind of attention. “I think you’re mistaken.”
“I disagree. You don’t show much interest in those who are after you. You like attention, but it is only from the person you approve first.”
Wolfram blinked at him. He gave this idea a few moments of thought. “Maybe,” he said finally. He doubted that. His and Yuuri’s engagement had been a freak accident where no one chose anyone. It just happened.
“It doesn’t really matter,” Eldara said. “I’m much more interested in your plans tonight.”
“I can easily include you into my incredibly busy schedule.”
“How lovely. At ten in your room?”
“Sure. But there’s only water on the table again,” Wolfram warned him.
“That’s okay. I won’t be coming for a drink, anyway.” Eldara sipped his wine again and saw Gunter von Christ staring at him from not far away. He smiled and saluted the lavender-haired man with his glass. Von Christ looked displeased and disapproving and quickly turned away so as to mask his sentiments. Eldara’s smile turned into a grin.
Wolfram looked around. “What are you grinning at?”
“I’m smiling at you. You look fabulous today.” The duke couldn’t help an inward chuckle at the way the blond arched a skeptical eyebrow. He, however, looked pleased.
In a few moments, they drifted apart and didn’t meet again for the rest of the evening. Wolfram was having a hard time escaping unwanted attention. It was not only Reikia von Estram now. After that morning in the baths, he found himself surrounded by men of various ages; rumors of some strange kind must have spread. Most men flirted openly, others more subtly, but the blond felt under constant pressure. He smiled a lot and constantly sent messages that he wasn’t interested.
Wolfram had noticed that Eldara was very popular amongst older men. No one flirted with him, though. Not as far as he could tell. The duke seemed to engage into long discussions with everyone who wanted.
When the evening drew near, most guests drifted off to their beds since they intended to have an early day for journeying home. Others, yet, wanted to take part in tomorrow’s hunting party. Eldara spent an hour in his office writing gratitude letters for the gifts that had been sent by those who, for one or another reason, couldn’t come.
He was leaving his study when Gunter von Christ intercepted him.
“I was just looking for you, Your Grace. Could I have some of your precious time?”
Hiding his smile, Eldara moved out of the doorway. “Well, of course. Please, come in.” He showed von Christ to the seat in front of his desk, but the other man shook his head.
“It has come to my attention that Your Grace holds an interest in Lord von Bielefeld.”
The duke’s mouth curved in a grin; von Christ didn’t beat around the bush. “The interest, I assure you, is mutual,” he said.
“Your Grace,” Gunter continued in the same monotone voice, “it would be in <i>everyone’s</i> best interest if he found someone his…age.”
Eldara was immensely enjoying this. “He didn’t strike me as a man who needs to be told whose bed he should warm. Or does he always trust you to pick a right man for him?”
Von Christ gave him a look clearly telling the duke that he believed that it was safer to sleep in a viper’s nest than his bed.
Demonstratively, Eldara rolled his eyes and sat down in his usual place behind his desk. “It doesn’t matter what happens here, he will travel home in about a month,” he said. “What are you afraid of?”
Von Christ sat down as well. “I do not want to insult you, but you are not the best choice for him.”
Eldara arched an eyebrow. “I’m well aware of that. And what do you want me to do? Push him into the arms of some random cajoler?”
“Well, of course not, but…”
“Listen, I owe him my sister’s safety; it is also in my best interests that no harm comes to him. At least as long as he is staying here. All Wolfram wants is some fun and some experience. I can grant that easily and make sure he doesn’t get his wings burned.”
Gunter snorted. “Aren’t you just babying him?”
Eldara gave the other man a surprised look. “Babying? It was him who made the choice.”
Von Christ tapped his fingers on the desk impatiently. “Well, he can be naïve in these matters.”
“Wolfram? Naïve?” Eldara laughed softly. “Well, he might lack experience, true. But naïve?” He shook his head in amusement. “I think it’s him you should be talking to, not me.”
And with that their conversation was over. The duke politely but insistently showed von Christ out of his study. Eldara had promised to meet Wolfram in his room, but he had a feeling that von Christ had an inkling about that and would head there first. If not to brainwash the blond, then at least to thwart their date.
It was, however, another person’s task to thwart it.
“Wolfram, you don’t know what you’re doing,” Yozak was saying to the blond, who was lounging about in his room.
“Then tell me.”
Wolfram sounded bored, and Yozak resisted the urge to give him a good shake to wake him up from whatever rosy dream he had fallen into. He could understand that the blond starved for love, but he wasn’t supposed to jump everyone who showed at least a grain of affection!
“A mistake! That’s what are you doing!”
“Oh? So first you forbid wine, now you start interfering into my personal relationships? That’s not a very smart move, Yozak.”
Von Bielefeld still sounded bored, but there was danger lurking behind that boredom. “He’s a cunning bastard!” Yozak spat. “You can’t be serious about him! He…”
“I admire him.”
“There’s nothing to admire about that sly bastard!”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Now you’re just being unfair. You know, I’ll have to be one sly bastard as well if I want to take over von Bielefeld land.” He gave Yozak a thoughtful look. “Or maybe I won’t ever take over it – will marry Eldara and rule over Raizgad together with him. I’ll let my uncle have his fill. At least until I get bored with Eldara, or have a son.”
Yozak stared at him speechless. “Wolfram, are you fucking around with me?”
“Hmm… Somewhat. I did entertain this thought for a moment, though.”
“Why are you being so bratty?”
“Yozak, I don’t want to hear about this anymore. Don’t interfere.”
“Why the hell are you so bent on him?”
“He’s good in bed, Yozak, that’s why,” Wolfram said. “Oh, for gods’ sakes, Yozak!” he exploded in a moment. “Can’t I just fuck whoever I want? Why the hell do I need your permission? I’ve had enough of you and Gunter! Leave me alone!”
Yozak stared at him silently, then just nodded. He rarely saw Wolfram explode like that. The blond had a temper, but he always simmered or had silly tantrums. This was different. This was about boundaries. Wolfram was not going to tolerate this.
Something clattered behind the door, and Wolfram’s expectant eyes wandered there.
“I don’t think he’ll come today,” Yozak said, pushing back his chair. “Gunter went to have a word with him.”
Wolfram slapped himself on his forehead. “I can’t believe this! You sure know how to humiliate a man!” He looked at Yozak. “Why do you treat me as if I am a child of ten?”
“It’s not that, Wolfram. We are just worried.”
“It’s just sex, Yozak! What’s there to worry about?”
“Well, for example, syphilis! Or gonorrhea!” Yozak snapped at him feeling incredibly silly. He shouldn’t have interfered. He had mistakenly believed Wolfram naïve. He was in no way a victim, either. It was him who was after the duke, not the other way around.
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White puffs were leaving Wolfram’s mouth while he was sweet-talking his new horse. The mare had already been saddled and readied for him, but she was eying him mistrustfully. Her intelligent eyes were clear but she was a little nervous of surrounding people and hunting dogs. Listening to the soft and calm timbre of his voice, however, Rendar wasn’t trying to move away. Her silvery coat nearly shone like the snow around, reflecting the light. It was a beautiful animal indeed, and Wolfram could feel admiring gazes from around him.
Soon, the mare let Wolfram saddle without as much as a snort. He stroked and patted her neck soothingly. She was just as gentle as Eldara had said.
Wolfram nudged the mare forward and she complied, the snow crunching under her hooves. The blond looked around the yard. It was occupied by about thirty people who were getting ready for the hunt. His eyes soon found Eldara further away talking to Yozak and Karela. He was on his usual mare, having obviously decided that the stallion needed much more work before he could saddle it publicly.
He finished talking to the captains at about the same time as Wolfram rode up to him. Both Yozak and Karela bowed and rushed off. The duke turned to look at Wolfram. Again, he couldn’t help grinning at the blond’s hat with bear ears. The first time he saw it, he nearly slipped off the saddle in surprise. It was customary, though, since several bodyguards also wore them. He had already seen Wolfram’s blue winter coat. Actually, his bodyguards wore the same coats. All of them had a large golden von Bielefeld coat of arms on their backs and a smaller one on the right side on the front. It also caught Eldara’s attention that the blond had strapped His Majesty Yuuri Shibuya’s gift at his side. All men wore swords, some carried spears, but Wolfram’s weapon was most eye-catching. One day the blond was going to get into trouble because of that shiny piece of costly metal.
“Good morning,” Eldara greeted. He nudged his horse closer to Wolfram’s. “Are you certain about taking part in the hunt?”
“Oh,” Wolfram said, shaking his head, “I’m not taking part in it. I’ll just mill around with my men. I don’t think I can handle fast riding yet.”
The duke nodded in agreement. “I’m not a big fan of hunting myself.”
“Not of animals, at least,” Wolfram said when the picture with the running pirates and the beach from some time ago surfaced from his memory. “People make a much more interesting prey, don’t they?”
Eldara’s eyes darkened. He chuckled softly. “They do, Wolfram. They really do. And sometimes I’m just content with what the sea washes out to the shore,” he added with a wink at the blond.
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “So I hear Gunter gave you a lecture yesterday about how to handle a frail and fragile me properly.”
The duke smiled. “That was to be expected; they care about you a lot. But I don’t think they have the right picture.”
“I think they do now,” Wolfram said. He opened his mouth to add something, but the horn sounded. He urged Rendar forward. The duke and both their suites followed.
In a few moments, the yard was empty. For about half an hour Wolfram rode with everyone to the forest, then men split into parties, and soon Wolfram lost sight of them.
“And what do we do now?” Yozak asked when the last duke’s bodyguard disappeared among the trees. Horns were trumpeting at full blast, the duke probably chasing a fox or a rabbit.
“Enjoy the nature,” Wolfram answered. He looked around. They were standing in a small clearing, surrounded by pine trees. “Eldara told me that there’s a spring nearby that never freezes even during winter. I think I’d like to go and see it.”
Yozak gave the blond a long searching look. “I never deemed you for a nature lover.”
“I am not in the mood for your complaints. If you want to go after them, just go. I have more than enough men to defend me.”
The captain muttered something under his breath. “Maybe some other time. Where’s that blasted spring?”
“Somewhere south off here. He said we should see the steam from far away.”
They found the hot spring resort half an hour later. It wasn’t visible over the wooden fence, but the white vapor was rising from above it. There was also a cottage next to it, and an elderly man and a woman came out to greet the soldiers as soon as they rode into the yard.
Wolfram had readied a few towels for himself, while his men accepted the ones offered by the owners of the house. Soon he and two guards were soaking in the spring. The blond thought that he should have taken his mother and Gunter with him. Gunter, however, had some business to take care of, and his mother was still busying herself with her suitors. They were leaving for Shin Makoku tomorrow in the morning. Not a moment too soon either. A few more canceled duels for his mother and he was going to make enemies of the entire male population here.
The water felt heavenly, and Wolfram let out a content sigh. Resting his head against the stone pillar, he watched the steam rising into the air. He had been to a few hot springs in Shin Makoku where the ground waters usually held a faint but very particular smell of sulfur. Here, though, the air smelled of incoming rain. He wished Eldara had told him about this place earlier. Across him, soaking in the bath, Yozak looked positively bored. Wolfram was certain that despite the displeasure on his face, the bath would do him good.
The blond started and opened his eyes when the noise from inside the house roused him; the bath was so relaxing that he had nearly fallen asleep. Yozak’s hand automatically shot behind him to grope around the stony ridge and then wrap around the hilt of his sword. The other guard started rising out of the bath. The backdoor opened with a loud creak, spilling a few soldiers wearing both von Ashira and von Bielefeld crests. Uncertainly trampling around on the snow, both sides looked bewildered. The door creaked again, and the soldiers parted to let the duke through. He was wearing only a towel around his midsection and slippers, and this was probably where most hesitation stemmed from. Wolfram found himself laughing. He watched Eldara come down the cleared path. He kicked his slippers off.
“Do I look so funny?” the duke asked, easing himself into the bath next to Wolfram. Exhaling contently at the pleasant water, he raised his hands to tie his hair into a bun so that it would not get wet.
Yozak gave the duke a slantwise look. He wasn’t certain what Wolfram was laughing about. Personally, he wanted out of the spring as fast as possible since he suddenly found himself looking at anything but the duke.
“Funny?” Wolfram laughed. “No. Quite the opposite. There’s nothing funny about you in a towel,” he said with an admiring arch of his eyebrow.
Yozak started contemplating the thought of drowning Wolfram. That would sober him up!
Leaning against the stone wall, Eldara laughed. “You’re in a good mood, dishing out compliments just like that.”
“I love it here. By the way, what about the hunt?”
“I left that to my most enthusiastic men. I doubt anyone will notice that I’m missing.”
“And I thought you would want to show off by killing all the poor creatures you can find in the forest.”
Eldara chuckled. “Why would I? You don’t seem to be swayed by the numbers of dead animals.” He watched Wolfram’s face turn pink. The blond threw an uncertain look at his captain and blushed even more. Without even being aware what he was doing, the duke reached out his hand to brush over the flushed cheek. He suddenly realized that he could get used to that bright emerald look, silky blond hair, and incredibly handsome face. Wolfram was indeed someone he enjoyed spending his time with. Von Christ had probably been right to fret - he might not want to let go of Wolfram so easily.
The blond’s eyes widened slightly when Eldara leaned in and pressed his lips to his. The kiss was gentle and firm and something was different about it. Wolfram soon found all of his awareness gone, his arms coming to wrap around the older man’s shoulders on their own.
“Dismiss your guards,” Eldara told him between their kisses. “Unless you want to have an audience while I make you come.”
Dizzy with the vapor and sudden lust, Wolfram raised head to look above the duke’s shoulder. There was not a trace of Eldara’s men, the duke probably having dismissed them with some sort of a sign. Or maybe they had already been trained to make themselves scarce in similar situations. Yozak, however, was staring up at the sky with the most torturous look on his face. The other guard had taken a keen interest in a twig he had found next to the stone wall. Two more were milling about next to the backdoor, looking as if they would soon start clawing at it.
“You…” Wolfram had to clear his throat to make himself be heard. “You may go, Yozak. And take everyone with you.”
“Gods be praised!” Yozak muttered, shooting out of the water like an arrow even before Wolfram could finish the sentence.
“You’ve planned this, haven’t you?” Wolfram said accusingly, when they were finally left alone. His hands slid over the duke’s back, caressing the skin. “Sending me to a spring…”
“But, of course,” Eldara said, leaning in for more kisses. “I’m a bit surprised you found it so fast; I expected to be first to arrive and greet you.”
“I have two earth wielders in my suite.”
“Ah, that explains it.”
“Yessss…” Wolfram hissed when Eldara’s mouth grazed on the side of his neck. The other man’s big and calloused from sword work hands were roaming over his body, caressing, feeling. One of them slipped into the water to cup him under the towel, making the blond gasp. Eldara’s fingers stroked and squeezed him alternatively up to the point where he could not help thrusting into his hand.
The spring water was warm and steaming, and the lust made Wolfram even hotter. He wanted Eldara would just make him come, but the other man kept teasing him, stroking slower when he wanted faster. Wolfram took the initiative, his hands leaving the other man’s back and shoulders and diving under the duke’s tented towel. Eldara was nearly as hard as he was, and, again, this made Wolfram marvel at himself being able to cause that.
Neither of them was saying anything, only puffs and grunts leaving their mouths. Wolfram was stroking the length in his hand, but his concentration wasn’t on that. Instead, his focus was on Eldara’s hand that was doing miracles under his towel. He could hear himself gasping with every stroke. The entire time the duke had him pushed against the stone edge of the spring. Wolfram felt dominated and it felt good too. And when the other man’s palm groped between his legs and around his backside and then a finger slid into him, he stiffened in surprise. The next moment, though, he was coming so hard that even his teeth jarred.
Eldara watched the younger man blink dizzily up at him. He had seated the blond on the stone edge since he had nearly fallen over. The heat must have been too much.
“Are you alright?”
Wolfram blinked at him again, then nodded. He brushed over his forehead. “I’m okay, but I kind of…blanked out?”
Eldara chuckled and stroked his back soothingly. “I wish I could say it was because I am incredibly good, but it’s just the heat. The difference between the temperatures here and outside is vast; I shouldn’t have done it here.”
“Oh.”
Wolfram looked down at the placid self nestling between his thighs. Through the rippling water he could see Eldara’s jutting length. That couldn’t be comfortable. Wolfram slid off the edge and back into the water. He reached out under the other man’s towel. He was tentative at first, but the duke’s soft pleasurable grunts made him bold again. The man was an enjoyable sight to watch. He let his free hand roam over the duke’s body. Due to his regular workout, Eldara was nicely toned. He looked bulkier without clothes than with them.
It didn’t take long for Eldara to come, and this time Wolfram didn’t miss the face he made. It made him grin and swell with satisfaction. When the duke opened his eyes, he arched an eyebrow at the blond’s grinning face.
“What?”
Wolfram shook his head. “No, nothing.”
“Hn…” the duke hummed doubtfully. He didn’t dwell on it, though, and leaned in for a kiss. He still couldn’t get over the fact that it seemed that Wolfram had barely had any experience in these matters. He wondered if he had even been kissed before coming to Kardera.
Wolfram could feel that particular curiosity the duke was showing. After he had said that he had never done these things before, the man had become more considerate, more careful but not to the point where it would make it awkward between them. Wolfram was grateful for that. He could tell, though, that Eldara might want to have a word with him concerning a few things. But for now it was just good to kiss and be kissed.
He had been kissed by other men before. Wolfram could still remember that rich kid his rich family had brought with them while they were negotiating for the exceptional right for silk trade in the capital. Wolfram had already been curious at the time and didn’t refuse the attention the other boy started showing him. Nothing much happened: they kissed and touched each other. Wolfram couldn’t remember if he had ever come while they had been experimenting. It had probably been only curiosity, their sexual urges not strong yet. It hadn’t lasted long, just a couple of days, until the family failed to strike the deal and left for home. Wolfram had never seen that kid again. Years later, he realized that the kid had probably been meant to get closer to him in order to influence Gwendal’s decision. Since Wolfram had realized this only much later, it hadn’t left lasting damage, only some kind of bitter nostalgia when he remembered his first kiss.
“What are you thinking about?”
Caught in his reverie, Wolfram blinked at the duke. Their noses were touching. “Umm… I think I still feel a bit off,” Wolfram admitted. “Let’s get out of the spring.”
TBC
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