Deep Emotion

Reaaallly long chapter cause i didnt know how to break it up lol

Two days passed, floating by stale and slow. After the argument, Yuuri had withdrawn to his room, objecting to seeing anyone or accept any food.

“Yuuri Heika...? Can I come in?” Conrad knocked on Yuuri’s door subtly. There was no answer, so the older man assumed the King was asleep. Opening the portal quietly he looked to the Maou’s king sized bed to find it empty. “Heika?”

“Why does it make me feel so horrible?”

Conrad’s eyes followed where his ears had heard Yuuri’s croaking voice. A little ball of a man, the shell of a former teen was curled up underneath the windowsill with a quilt wrapped around his form.

Yuuri’s dark eyes looked at Conrad, they were full of tears and puffy. “Why does it make me feel so horrible? When he said he didn’t want me anymore, I could feel my heart breaking...”

“You loved him Heika...” was Conrad’s reply.

“I never thought that I did.”

“Sometimes you don’t realize you love something or someone until they’re gone.”

The King only stared for a moment, contemplating his friend’s words. “Tell me why he was depressed Conrad.” It wasn’t a question, more of a demand.

Conrad nodded, “I’ll be blunt with you. It was because you didn’t pay attention to him.”

Obviously, that offended Yuuri. “I paid as much attention to him as I pay everyone.”

“I know Heika...but...”

“That’s why? Because he wanted me to give him more attention,” the dark haired teen said.

“Yes. He didn’t think you loved him, and since you treated him equally to...say...me, he became distressed. He didn’t want you to treat him like a comrade or friend alone, he wanted to be treated as your fiancé, your lover.” With that, the half human walked over and sat next to Yuuri, patting him on the back.

The Maou buried his face in his folded arms, letting out a shaky sigh. “If I had known, I would’ve tried harder. I really do love him and it pains me to know that I’ve loved him all this time and wasn’t able to tell him because I’m naive! He should’ve told me...”

“Wolfram has an insatiable pride. If he had told you I’m sure he thought you would’ve believed that he was weak.” Fortunately for the both of them, Conrad was good with words and the workings of the heart and could easily explain Wolfram’s behavior.

Yuuri stood up, a new resolve of determination washing over him. “I need to find him. Where do you think he could’ve gone?”

“Let’s go ask Gwendal, we’ll need help finding him.” Conrad responded.

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“Stoffel’s Castle?!” yelled Yuuri and Gunter simultaneously.

“Most likely.” replied the ever-levelheaded Gwendal. Conrad and The Maou had gone to Gwendal for advice, only to find out that the only place Wolfram could go was to his Uncle’s home. All the brothers didn’t like Stoffel von Spitzberg, he was sneaky and a tad manipulative...as much as an imbecile of his capacity can be.

Yuuri nodded, “Then that’s where we’ll go!” And off they went, Gwendal, Conrad, Yuuri, and Gunter decided to tag along too to “protect his beloved Heika!”

After about an hour on horseback, they arrived in Castle von Spitzberg! They were welcomed by a grand procession (like usual) and a smirking Stoffel, hands held high in the air as he prattled on with a speech about how “wonderful” the Maou was and what an honor his presence was on his humble home.

“Oh magnificent Maou! Welcome to my home—“

“Where is he?” Yuuri disrupted. His eyes bored into Stoffel’s, full of fortitude and inflexibility that was an unusual trait for Yuuri.

Stoffel became nervous and scratched his chin, “Who My Lord?”

“My fiancé! I know he came here!” Actually he didn’t know. He and his comrades had taken an educated guess; there was nothing definite about it. But now wasn’t the time for indecision. “This is the only plausible place for him to have gone, now kindly direct me to where he is!”

Reluctantly and anxiously, Sir von Spitzberg lead Yuuri and his band to a large black cherry door with a rusted lock hanging tiredly on the handle. Stoffel turned to his visitors when he reached the door, “He told me not to let you in if you came for him and since I am his uncle I complied. But seeing as The King has ordered I let him see the boy, my promise will have to be broken.” With that, the eldest man jogged off down the hallway.

Yuuri took a deep breath, preparing himself to either get berated by his temperamental fiancé, or to see the most pathetic sight of his life that would most likely break his heart again. He knocked on the door...

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Wolfram was lying in his large, foreign bed. For the past day and a half he’d been at his Uncle’s house. He didn’t want to be there, he didn’t even like his uncle, but the lack of proprieties at which to stay made him choose his least desired of choices.

He had shown up at Castle von Spitzbers’s gates, wet with snow and barely dressed. That, along with that fact that he was tired and crying, made it seem as if he had been attacked. The maids had escorted him to an empty guest room and medics were sent to check on him.

He was diagnosed as “perfectly fine” but, in all veracity, he wasn’t fine. His body was wounded, just not visibly and not in a way that can be cured by modern medicine. For some reason, he was unable to stop crying. Well, he was well aware of the reason, but at that point he thought he would’ve run out of tears. After a long while the first day, he realized that he couldn’t sleep, not a wink. And so, that insomnia continued until the afternoon of the second day, when he finally went unconscious.

Yuuri had knocked, but no one answered. He decided to just enter the room, which he did. Presently he saw a sad sight, Wolfram lay in a deep slumber in the same clothes in which he was when he left the Maou’s castle (he hadn’t wanted to wear any other clothes offered to him), with a red flushed face and tears clinging to his eyelashes.

Vigilantly, the black haired boy sat on the edge of his fiancé’s bed and nudged his shoulder. “Wolfram...? Wolf, wake up.” His voice was sweetly demanding, for he feared that is Wolfram didn’t wake up now, he never would.

Green eyes fluttered open and focused slowly, due to the amount of crying he had done. When Yuuri came into his view, the blonde gasped and retracted into his bedding.

“Wolfram, please talk to me...” Yuuri pleaded. Placing a tender hand on the spot over the covers where the King thought Wolfram’s back was; he rubbed soothingly. Turning his head back, Yuuri gestured to Conrad, Gwendal and the now crying Gunter (who was enamored by his Heika’s lovingness) to leave the room. Doing so, they closed the door behind them.

Minutes passed and still no answer from Wolfram so Yuuri decided to go to him. Lifting the covers to the bed, Yuuri slinked in next to his sobbing fiancé. His arms were wrapped dotingly around the blonde’s waist and his head rested against the back of his neck, puffing warm air in his hair.

Wolfram didn’t expect to be joined by Yuuri, or to get held so warmly. “Yuuri...” His voice wavered uncertainly, and he began to shudder from anxiousness but also anticipation as from what might come from this.

“You should’ve told me how you were feeling, I would’ve understood.” Yuuri whispered into his betrothed’s ear.

Wolfram moaned almost inaudibly, “No...No you wouldn’t have.” Rolling over, Wolfram’s emerald eyes met Yuuri’s and he saw pain in those onyx orbs, a pain he never knew existed.

“I’m so sorry Wolfram. I know I never told you this,” he took a deep breath and continued, “I never knew exactly how I felt about you, but when you said you didn’t want to marry me before...I had never imagined life without you...and it hurt, it broke my heart because...” Sparkling tears sprang in Yuuri’s eyes as he gasped for air, as if drowning in his own love for the boy before him. “Because, oh Gods Wolfram, I love you so much.”

With that said, Yuuri crushed his lips against his Wolfram’s open in shock mouth. The King pressed his body urgently against the soldier’s, trying to merge two entities into one. Their lips rubbed against each other’s in their open-mouthed kiss, their hands clutching to the clothing of the other.

Between kisses Wolfram breathed out words like “Yuuri”, “Love you”, and “Oh love you so much”. They were both tired from nights of no sleep, but the fire in their bodies had finally been ignited in sexual passion and nothing could stop them now.

Pushing the covers up with his body, Yuuri sat upon Wolfram, straddling his hips. He leaned down again to capture the blonde’s lips with his, nibbling on Wolfram’s bottom lip.

Wolfram gave a feral growl as he thrust his hips upward to meet his fiancé’s, his hardening member roughly brushing against Yuuri’s. They both moaned, eye’s closing and tossing their heads back. A pillow met Wolfram’s head while Yuuri’s head tossed the blankets off from them.

The King’s wandering hands sidled Wolfram’s shirt off from his shoulders, pooling the cloth around the shoulders. Immediately after his lips latched onto the Prince’s shoulder, suckling and gnawing gently. His mouth didn’t stay there; it began to roam down Wolfram’s body. It traveled from his shoulder to the collarbone, down the left pectoral to the nipple on that side. That naturally talented mouth tongued the bud, bringing it to full erection while the sensations cause by it brought to life another erection.

Strangled moans were elicited from Wolfram as Yuuri expertly made him tingle. Soon he was fully hard and frustrated, he wanted to do to Yuuri what the Maou had done to him. Brusquely, the blonde shoved at Yuuri’s chest, sending him toppling over onto the bottom half of the bed. The Maou yelped as he was dominated, Wolfram’s body coming to shadow over him, that shadow slowly descending toward more intimate areas.

Wolfram deftly removed Yuuri’s black pants. The hem was pulled over his bulging undergarments, down his legs and thrown off the bed entirely. A blonde head was lowered to his lover’s waist. He took that bulge in the boxers into his mouth, scraping his teeth over the fabric, wetting it.

Yuuri writhed in pleasure, his hips ramming forward so as to make Wolfram take in more of him, all of him. His boxers chafed against his member, causing distracting friction. Bringing his hands down to the hem of this underwear, Yuuri hooked his fingers inside them and started to bring them down, nudging Wolfram’s face off of him.

Wolfram helped Yuuri pull his boxers off and in the process pulled his own lower clothing from himself. Wolfram returned to his job as he again took Yuuri’s length into his mouth, this time bare.

His head bobbed as his lips glided over Yuuri’s member smoothly. He sucked on the head and stabbed the slit with his tongue. The King screamed out, hands sinking themselves into his lover’s golden hair.

Wolfram took that as an invitation to suck harder, so he did. His teeth grazed along the velvety skin of Yuuri’s cock causing the owner to wriggled and thrust up into the mouth.

The Maou could feel something pool inside his lower stomach and he felt himself about to explode but at the last moment he pulled Wolfram from him almost violently. The solider was sent tumbling over, legs thrown into the air. Yuuri took this opportunity to place himself between strewn legs, cupping his lover’s thighs in his tan hands.

Black eyes roved over Wolfram’s body, their eyes met and Wolfram could see just how predatory his fiancé’s hungry glances were. He reached up and brushed his fingers lightly across Yuuri’s right cheek, uttering his name.

The Prince then glided two fingers over Yuuri’s mouth, gently pushing them inside. Yuuri closed his eyes in concentration as he swirled his tongue around the intruding digits, wetting them thoroughly.

After his fingers were soaked Wolfram extracted them and trailed them down his chest, to his belly, down to his lower region. All the while, Yuuri’s gaze followed those dancing digits until they ended below the Prince’s member.

“Wolfram, you don’t have to...I mean if it would be better that I...” Yuuri was silenced when one finger disappeared inside Wolfram’s own body. The King shuddered at the eroticism of that act alone. His eyes wandered back up to the blonde’s.

Those emerald depths were twinkling with a desire so strong, a need so great, and a love so powerful that Yuuri was almost reeling in shock. He could feel Wolfram start to stretch himself, his hand and wrist moving in-between both their legs.

No longer able to help himself, the King kissed the Prince almost crushingly. Their tongues dueled for dominance while Wolfram added another finger, scissoring to prep his entrance.

They kissed for what seemed like eternity, having breath was not even a necessity anymore. Wolfram tore his lips away, placing them next to Yuuri’s ear. “I’m ready.” he growled gutturally.

No sooner had the blonde uttered those words that Yuuri had placed his erection at his entrance, nudging lightly with anticipation. Using all his restraint the Maou pushed painfully slow into his lover. ‘I can’t hurt him, have to go slow!’ Yuuri thought.

“Yuuri! Just let loose! Fuck me!” Wolfram roared, grabbing Yuuri’s rear and slamming his pelvis inward.

Quickly, Yuuri complied, practically plowing Wolfram into the mattress. Both knew that they wouldn’t last long, their need was too great and their experience too little. “I love you Yuuri!” Wolfram screamed as his release grew inevitable.

The king could feel his southern region tighten. He looked down on his lover, his fiancé, the only one he felt he would ever want to be with. “How could I have been such a fool?” he whispered, tossing his head back. Yuuri growled out his release, letting go of all control and physical awareness.

Feeling his lover’s seed explode inside him and against his prostate, Wolfram was tipped over the edge. They came down from their elation in a sweaty heap of love and sex.

After a few minutes, Yuuri found the strength to shift so he could slide out from his lover. His onyx eyes ambled down to look at Wolfram; his chest was rising and falling heavily, sweat glistened on his body in a thin sheen, his hair was tussled and he look absolutely gorgeous. “I love you too, Wolfram.”

Wolfram’s emerald eyes blinked open, “What did you say, wimp?”

“I said I love you.” He replied, amusedly.

The Prince sat up, eyes narrowed in accusation. “You really do? You’re not just saying that to stop me from being sad? Or nagging you?”

Yuuri laughed good heartedly, “Scout’s honor!” he replied, putting his hand over his hear.

He was surprised to have Wolfram grab his shoulders and shake him a little. “Who’s Scout?! You cheater!”

It was really just a joke and they both found themselves laughing. Conrad, Gwendal and a rather embarrassed looking Gunter entered the room a few minutes later finding both Yuuri and Wolfram naked.

“Oh...” Wolfram groaned, “You brought them with you...”

Gunter looked at the boys and then rushed out of the room screaming something about the Maou having tainted himself with lust. Gwendal sighed and followed him.

Conrad, wearing the same calm smile, sat on the edge of the bed. The far edge...sitting on as little of the bed as possible... “I assume things are better from what we heard.”

Yuuri blushed. “You were listening?”

Conrad laughed and got up, leaving the room with others. Yuuri, though still embarrassed, turned back to his lover. “So you’re coming home right?”

Wolfram pretended to think about it for a second before throwing himself into the King’s arms. “You wimp...” He muttered before they kissed again.

YAY the END! this is not my first fic, i had a couple of Fruits Basket ones and a Wolf\'s Rain one that Adultfan decided to take off cause i didnt use my account often enough so i made another one! And dont worry people who know who i am, i will repost Scarlet Tears, Wish You Were Here, and Frozen Memories! <3