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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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- 32
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 bishie82
Part 31
Wolfram’s eyes blinked open. He was in Eldara’s bed, completely naked. Yawning, Wolfram watched the duke opening the wardrobe at the other side of the bedroom. Then the blond turned to the window but the heavy curtains were blocking the view. He could instinctively tell, however, that it was morning already even though a candle was burning on the nightstand.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up,” Eldara said when he noticed Wolfram watching him. He had retrieved a bathrobe and was putting it on.
“What time is it?” Wolfram asked, a yawn appearing on his face again.
The duke motioned at the grandfather’s clock at the door. “Six.”
“Ugh, still early.”
While watching the duke dress, Wolfram rolled to his side to settle under the duvet more comfortably. Before Eldara had put on the bathrobe, he had caught sight of some scratch marks on the duke’s shoulders. Had he done that? Well, of course, who else. Feeling somewhat sheepish, Wolfram rubbed at his nose. The pleasure must have been really intense for them not to notice. Well, it certainly had been.
He liked Eldara, quite a lot in fact. The other man knew that as well. He could probably fall in love with the duke. At least it did make much more sense to be in love with Eldara than with Yuuri. Yuuri wasn’t even interested in him, or any other man for that matter.
Could he finally try and build something for himself? Be a little selfish? He was already being, though. He didn’t feel for Eldara what he had felt for Yuuri. There was no blinding love or insensible obsession that he remembered. But he had been young and stupid when he had fallen in love with Yuuri. Certainly, Eldara would say that he was still young and stupid. Sometimes, it was probably good to have an older lover. He could appreciate the experience and consideration.
“Are you regretting it?” Eldara asked when he noticed the blond’s brooding gaze linger on him for quite a while.
“No, not at all,” Wolfram said, shaking his head, realizing that his contemplative silence must have been misunderstood. “I was thinking about something entirely different. Do you, though?”
Eldara chuckled and it seemed that he was going to shrug the question off, but then his face acquired a more serious expression. “A little,” he said. “I still think that a partner around your age would be better for you.”
Laughing, Wolfram rolled on his back. It was exactly the opposite of what he had been thinking. “No, it wouldn’t be. I can only imagine how awkward I’d have felt.” He looked at the duke. “You probably feel a little guilty, as if you’re taking advantage of me. Don’t, I was the one who seduced you.” It sounded strange coming from his mouth and Wolfram chuckled.
Eldara sat down on the edge of the bed. “That doesn’t make it any better,” he said, grinning at the blond. “I’m supposed to know better than that.”
Wolfram sat up, the duvet pooling up around his waist, letting older man enjoy the sight of his pink nipples. He reached out and wrapped his arms around the duke’s shoulders. “Ten-year difference between Demons is not even considered a difference,” he said, leaning in to give the other man a soft peck on his lips.
Affected by the blond’s warmth and scent, Eldara was quickly losing interest in the conversation. He shoved the invasive duvet aside, and pushed Wolfram down into the bedding. The blond grinned up at him, his bright emerald eyes full of mischief. Wolfram was beautiful – just as he had told Gunter – an asset to any bed. Wolfram would also make a very pleasant consolation prize if his plans went awry.
ooOoOoOoo
“So what about that pornography that you’ve promised me so graciously?”
Eldara raised his head from the bulletin that he’d been reading. Wolfram was grinning at him from the sofa. The blond was holding a cup of tea that a servant had just brought in. He blew on the tea to cool it.
“Feeling neglected?”
“No, just curious.”
“Hmm…” Eldara lowered the bulletin to the table. He returned the blond’s grin. “Let’s see… If you find it in fifteen minutes, you get a prize.”
That piqued Wolfram’s interest. “What prize?”
“We’ll get around to it once you find the stash.”
Wolfram set to search for the booklets at once. Eldara had hardly ever seen the blond so motivated before. Chuckling, the duke sipped his tea and returned to reading the bulletin. For the next ten minutes, Wolfram was busy checking all imaginable and unimaginable places he could think of. He became even faster when time started running out.
From his chair, grinning, Eldara watched the younger male walk to and fro. The blond was being so enthusiastic. He had been quite hypocritical when he told von Bielefeld that he would do much better with a lover his age. In fact, the duke always went for older men than himself. Wolfram had no idea that he was an exception.
“Found them!” Wolfram declared victoriously nearly at the last minute. He was standing on a chair in the bedroom, and Eldara couldn’t see him from the living room. The blond lifted a bundle of booklets off the top of the wardrobe. Dust rose into the air and he waved under his nose. Did Eldara specially tell the maid not to touch this particular spot?
Wolfram took the booklets to the desk in the living room and stacked them in front of Eldara. “My prize?”
The duke eyed the books then leaned back in his char. “I will let you choose.”
The blond’s nose scrunched up in reproach. “That’s just lazy.”
“Guilty as charged,” Eldara agreed. “And yet, is there anything you would want?”
Thinking, Wolfram leafed through the pages of the top book in the pile. His hand faltered over a picture of a naked man and a woman about to engage in an intercourse. The image was very detailed, but it was mostly concentrated on the woman and her genitals. Wolfram turned to the other page where now the same woman and the man were permanently stuck in the middle of the act.
The blond closed the booklet and looked at Eldara. “It’s not exactly a prize. It’s more like a request,” he said, pushing the pile of books aside. “A request for you to answer a question.”
“Oh?”
“What was it about on the day when the von Luanas arrived that made you back out the last minute?”
The duke chuckled. “If this is your request then you’d better come up with something else.”
“Why? You can’t answer that or is there just nothing to answer?”
“The latter. I wanted Athara to be the hero of the day. He seemed to have liked that.”
Wolfram nodded. He had suspected as much. While Yozak was still doing his best to try and find out the reason why the duke had cancelled his trip that day, Wolfram had given it more thought and made his own conclusions. He simply had more insight into Eldara and Athara’s relationship. The calculated gesture had appeased Athara and he seemed to have completely regained his jovial self. Even if Athara realized that it had been just a trick, he could still appreciate the gesture.
“I was accused of flirting with Markan von Luana,” Wolfram said suddenly. “His son was quite livid.” When the words were already out of his mouth, Wolfram realized that he didn’t even know why he was telling this to the duke. He had resolved the matter and it had been forgotten.
The duke laughed softly. “Oh, right. Athara told me about that. A funny child, Vandera.” Eldara, however, realized that if Wolfram had felt insulted or irked by the brat, the misunderstanding might have ended with much more than just a laugh. Men of Wolfram’s standing were not normally known for their patience with disrespectful kids. The duke himself had little patience in similar matters. He would have probably insulted or even struck the insolent brat. What was his business who he flirted with? It was a good thing that Wolfram was sensible in this regard.
Wolfram shrugged. He guessed that Markan was having an affair – which was a not so secret matter in his family – and this had resulted in the son lashing out. The lover was probably a man too. On the other hand, there was also the possibility that the son was just oversensitive in general. In fact, Wolfram didn’t really care. He had just been interested in the duke’s reaction.
“Any other requests?” Eldara asked.
Wolfram shook his head. There wasn’t anything he wanted in particular. He had everything he could have while under the duke’s care.
“How about a blowjob, then?” Eldara offered. “Isn’t too shabby for a prize, is it?”
Wolfram was already familiar with the crude term. He stared at Eldara for a few moments. “Why are you looking at me as if you think I would refuse?” Wolfram asked when he couldn’t exactly understand the other man’s facial expression.
Grinning, Eldara shook his head. “No, not refuse. I was thinking that first you would say something about this being overly tacky.”
“It certainly is,” Wolfram agreed. “That doesn’t mean I would refuse, though.”
Amused, the duke pulled Wolfram closer to share a short kiss with him. He liked the way the blond was thinking.
ooOoOoOoo
“I would like to see Wolfram, but I thought to talk to you first about whether it’s a good idea or not.”
Eldara held out a glass of wine for Reikia and motioned for him to help himself to the snacks. They were in the duke’s study and were sitting opposite each other. Eldara was in his usual place behind the heavy desk. The tray with food and drinks was on the table.
“I was actually surprised that you left for home as soon as the celebration was over,” Eldara told the man. “You seemed to be really taken with him.”
With a nod, Reikia von Estram helped himself to a sandwich with tuna. “I thought to give him some time to think it over.”
“I see.”
“Do you think he might have changed his mind?” he asked, but without much hope in his voice.
“I doubt it,” Eldara said. He knew for a fact that Wolfram had already forgotten all about von Estram, but didn’t want to voice his thoughts. He had been on good terms with Reikia for a long time and liked the man enough to not intentionally disappoint him so much. Neither did he want to stand in between the two. Frankly, Eldara considered that it wasn’t his business who Wolfram wanted to sleep with.
Reikia nodded then sipped his wine. He lowered the glass onto the table and leaned back into his chair. “Are you saying that because you know he doesn’t fancy me or is it because you are after him as well?”
“Both,” the duke said flatly.
“I see.”
Eldara shrugged. He poured himself a glass. “You can still see him, though,” he said. “I’m not going to get in your way.”
Von Estram gave the duke a look. “Don’t insult me.”
Eldara rolled his eyes. Everything was fair in love and war, and it was not as if he could forbid Wolfram from meeting and talking to people. Neither did he want to. Von Estram, though, was right, of course, there were times when one had no other choice but to step down.
“Does von Voltaire know?” Reikia asked, curious.
“He will, if he doesn’t yet.”
Thinking, Reikia played with the snow-white lacing of the doily underneath his wineglass. “What will you do when he finds out?”
“That depends on his reaction,” Eldara told him.
“You do want him to find out,” Reikia realized, after watching the duke’s face.
Eldara grinned at him. “I certainly do.” He sipped his drink, imagining von Voltaire’s face when he was told. He wished he could be there and see it. Then again, no – knowing von Voltaire, disclosure like this might result in a few broken bones.
“So what are you planning? If I may ask,” Reikia added bitterly. “Will you let Wolfram go back to Shin Makoku?”
“I haven’t had my fill yet,” the duke answered, watching the tiny bubbles rise from the bottom of von Estram’s glass.
Reikia scowled, but that was an answer to the question that he had asked. “And what about Wolfram? What does he think of this?”
Eldara emptied his glass and pushed it sideways, to his left. “Let’s just say that he shares the same sentiment and will be happy with whatever excuse I’ll come up with to keep him here for longer.”
“Right,” Reikia said, saluting him with his glass jokingly, “one would never accuse you of modesty.”
With a disagreeing huff Eldara said, “I just stated a simple fact. He will stay. It’s all new to him and he wants to experience and learn it all.”
Realizing the implications beneath those words, Reikia frowned again. “If he doesn’t leave this week, he’ll have to stay here during the entire winter.”
The duke nodded. “That’s the plan.”
Von Estram rolled his eyes. “Yes, you can always conveniently explain to von Voltaire that it wouldn’t do to have your ships hit by storms or stuck on ice.”
Eldara nodded again. He watched Reikia for a few moments then sighed. “Listen, Wolfram… He…”
“It’s fine,” von Estram said. “I don’t want your pity.”
“It’s not really that, but…”
“I know,” von Estram said, reaching out for the bottle with wine. He understood it all. He was just curious about Eldara’s current choice. As far as he knew, Eldara normally hunted for older men. Married, divorced, bachelors, Eldara didn’t care as long as they were discreet and provided him with a good time. It was not that the duke was known for sleeping around. It was just that, one would rarely see him in the company of younger men.
“Where is Wolfram right now?”
“Hmm… I think he’s sparring with his men in the hall. Want me to ask for him?”
Von Estram pursed his lips thoughtfully. Did he? What was the use? He shook his head. “No.”
- - -
Eldara could see that Reikia was unhappy about the outcome of his visit and was hesitant to leave. He was slowly buttoning his coat, his lips pressed together, sometimes moving as if he wanted to say something. Von Estram had obviously expected to see and talk to Wolfram, and, even if he knew he had no chance, he felt as if leaving now would leave things half-way finished. The duke knew von Estram didn’t like doing things half-way.
“Baron.”
Surprised by Wolfram’s voice, both of them turned around.
“Wolfram…. Your Highness,” Reikia added with a bow of his head at the displeasure on the blond’s face. It seemed that the agreement to call each other by names had disappeared just as Wolfram’s interest in him.
“I didn’t know we have been graced by Sir’s visit,” Wolfram said, turning his head to the duke, a note of accusation noticeable in his voice.
Eldara gave him a blinding smile. “I was about to ask you if you wanted to go for a small ride in the park with us.”
Both Wolfram and von Estram gave the duke uncertain looks. Wolfram knew that this was an obvious lie. Von Estram was already wearing his coat and was fully dressed and ready to depart while Eldara was only in his jacket. Since Wolfram was curious what the two men had been talking about, he nodded and, with a promise to meet them in the yard, went to his room to change.
The weather was cool, but good for a ride. There wasn’t a lot of snow and the few on the ground crunched at being trampled under the hooves. The three men rode side by side, Reikia in the middle. Wolfram suspected that this arrangement happened not without Eldara’s courtesy. There was something on Reikia’s mind, but he didn’t talk, and Wolfram was glad about it. He didn’t want things to get complicated.
Soon they drove their horses forward and then started galloping through the park. After an hour’s exercise, everyone’s mood became better. It was a little awkward in the baths, Wolfram feeling the need to cover himself, even though von Estram was doing his best not to stare.
There was still one hour left till dinner, but riding in the fresh air made the men hungry and soon a tray with snacks, tea, and coffee reached the duke’s chambers. Comfortably, they sat at the table, eating, not saying a word until their stomachs were finally full.
“I actually arrived to see whether I have at least a little chance or not,” von Estram told Wolfram unexpectedly while they were having tea. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Blushing lightly, Wolfram glanced at the duke, who wore a neutral expression on his face. “Umm… I’m flattered but, Sir, I don’t feel the same way.” He glanced at the duke again. “I’m also perfectly content with my current partner.”
The atmosphere turned even more awkward.
“Ah, yes, just how I was informed,” von Estram said, his voice full of bitterness and disappointment even though he tried to control his emotions.
Wolfram started to feel annoyed – it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t attracted to this man. The situation was unpleasant. This was probably how Yuuri must have felt all the time. The realization made Wolfram cringe and his mood dropped even lower.
The duke cleared his throat. “Will you be staying for dinner?” he asked Reikia. “Ardonas is preparing quite a feast. It would be a pity to miss it.”
Wolfram was giving Eldara a reproachful look for the invitation. Staying for dinner meant that the man was also going to stay for the night. He, however, didn’t voice his displeasure.
At first, it seemed that Reikia was about to say something rude, but then he took hold of himself. “Is he still the master chef? How old is he now?”
“I think he’s about sixty. He’s as agile as ever,” Eldara said, pushing the tray with the sandwiches closer to Reikia. “Did I mention that I have the eldest von Luana staying over? He’s broken his hip. I’m certain that your visit would be a welcome distraction from his misfortune.”
“Oh, of course,” Reikia agreed. He pushed the tray with sandwiches away from himself, having not touched anything. “How did the accident occur?”
“He slipped,” Eldara said without elaborating. He rose from the chair. “I’ll instruct the servants to lay the table in his room.”
Left alone, Wolfram and Reikia were engulfed by heavy silence. Wolfram started counting the sugar cubes in the sugar bowl. Von Estram started making himself one more cup of tea. He asked if Wolfram wanted some as well but the blond refused.
“Shorter hair suits him better, doesn’t it?” Reikia muttered, spooning up a sugar cube from under Wolfram’s watchful eyes.
“Errm? Yes?” Wolfram agreed carefully.
“Makes him look more…” Reikia trailed off. The confused and wary look on the blond’s face warned him not to pursue this topic any further. He hadn’t really meant anything underhanded, but Wolfram was already trying to read all the possible meanings from his words.
The door opened to let the duke back into the room. He was instantly aware of the tense atmosphere. “Hmm…”
“We’ve been talking about your new haircut,” Reikia supplied him helpfully.
“Oh, this,” Eldara brushed over his hair. “This is Wolfram’s courtesy. I do like it, in fact.”
“Mm?”
“We’ve been sparring,” Eldara explained to Reikia while getting back into his seat at the table. “He went a bit wild with his fire element.”
Von Estram gave a wide-eyed look to Wolfram. “Oh.”
“No more wild than you with yours,” Wolfram grunted defensively.
- - -
“Are you upset that I invited Reikia for dinner?” Eldara asked while taking his jacket off. They were in Eldara’s chambers, and Wolfram was already in bed, staring at the duke with his emerald eyes. The blond had been quiet during dinner, avoiding conversations, even barely listening to von Luana’s stories from his youth.
“A bit,” Wolfram admitted. “He annoys me.”
Silently, Eldara hung the jacket into the wardrobe. He took his time picking his pajamas, since he wanted to consider his words before responding.
“It doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have,” Wolfram continued. “He’s been your friend for a long time, and I’ll be staying here only for a few months. I would have done the same if I were you.”
With pajamas in his hand, the duke walked to the bed. “You would make a very considerate husband.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “You’re probably the only one who thinks that.”
The blond watched the other man dress in his pajama then slip into the bed. Wolfram wondered if he had told a lie to Eldara just now. His situation was completely different to Eldara and Reikia’s, of course, but he hadn’t accepted Yuuri’s attempts to maintain their friendship. While he had simply wanted to run away from all the pain and those fruitless feelings, Yuuri had been against him leaving the castle. Neither Yuuri nor the others had wanted to let go of him while his thoughts and feelings were so chaotic. Only Gwendal had supported his wish to cut the ties off so abruptly.
Wolfram seemed to be distraught. Curled up on the mattress, consciously or not, he was sending all the signals that he wanted to be comforted. With an inward roll of his eyes, the duke wrapped his arm around the younger man’s shoulders.
“What’s the matter?”
Wolfram shifted in his embrace then sighed. He lifted his face to look at the duke’s then, realizing that looking at Eldara’s face made it even more embarrassing, lowered his head again.
“Why can’t I forget him?” the blond both complained and demanded.
“Are you talking about His Majesty Yuuri Shibuya?”
“It’s been months since I saw him last. I don’t understand,” Wolfram said helplessly.
Eldara sighed. “I probably do.”
Wolfram raised his eyes to stare at the duke, but Eldara shook his head without explaining. Wolfram liked and needed attention. He was quite selfish as well. The duke guessed that the main reason why Wolfram wasn’t able to forget Shibuya was that he was used to getting everything he wanted and this time he had failed. There was a great chance that the blond was confusing his challenge obsession with love. Most likely, though, it was a mix of both and that was why the feeling was so strong. On the other hand, the duke knew he shouldn’t even try to generalize – love was never rational.
ooOoOoOoo
In the end, Reikia von Estram stayed for a few days. Wolfram interacted with him only as much as common courtesy required. It was up to the duke to provide entertainment to his friend. It was a good thing that Reikia got along with his sister’s fiancé as well. Fredrick had appeared to share quite a few similar hobbies to Reikia’s.
There was a knock on the door of Eldara’s study. Right after telling the person to enter, he raised his eyes from the document he was reading. It was Karela.
“Yes, Captain?”
“Your Grace, a letter from Lord von Voltaire has arrived.”
The corners of Eldara’s lips turned up. “Oh, already? Splendid.” He motioned for Karela to come closer and reached out for the supposed letter. His captain, however, did not move. The duke raised an eyebrow.
“There’s something attached to it, Your Grace.”
The duke lowered his hand. “Attached? To the letter? Do you mean a parcel?”
“Yes, Your Grace,” Karela nodded, trying not to laugh. “Someone named Conrart Weller.”
The grin on Eldara’s face widened. “In person?”
“Yes, Your Grace. In a very realistic person at that.”
“Well, send him in, then.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
TBC
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