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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
- 33
- 34
- 35
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 34
Von Estram’s departure was sudden but not a moment too soon. Wolfram was relieved when the man declared that he was leaving in the afternoon. Reikia’s presence hadn’t made Wolfram like him more. Actually, it was the opposite. He felt that with every passing hour the man was becoming more and more pitiful. Wolfram realized the situation reminded him of his and Yuuri’s fruitless relationship too much. He saw his old pitiful self in Reikia and hated it.
Before von Estram’s departure, Wolfram did his usual morning activities: went for a ride in the yard with Rendar, sparred with Yozak and, finally, took a bath. Then, as usual, everyone gathered for lunch. The mood was good at the table. Wolfram cast a look at Conrart. His brother was back to normal; the after effects of his grand hangover a few days ago had completely disappeared. Wolfram still felt that there was some sort of wall between them, but it was crumbling bit by bit. It was no surprise that a lot of effort was going to be required to remove that wall. Wolfram had been building it for several years.
Wolfram felt someone staring at him and turned his head to meet Eldara’s stare. The duke’s fingertips touched his glass lightly. This was an indication that Wolfram had already had enough of wine. The blond glared at him but pushed his half-full glass aside. So he was still under surveillance. Figures.
After lunch, von Estram went to his room to finish packing for his journey home. In about ten minutes, a servant came to Wolfram to tell him that von Estram requested for him to come to his room. A little apprehensive of a dramatic separation, Wolfram complied. To his relief, he found Eldara in von Estram’s room as well.
“I just wanted to apologize for any discomfort I might have caused you,” Reikia said smiling a little.
Wolfram realized that the relief must have shown on his face and blushed in embarrassment. “It’s alright,” he muttered. “I think we both know which of us was more discomforted.”
Reikia nodded. He turned to Eldara, who was sitting on the sofa, near the packed trunk. “He really can be considerate when he wants,” he said.
Eldara shrugged. “As long as you don’t push it,” he said, standing up. He headed for the door. Wolfram nodded at von Estram and wanted to follow the duke, but Reikia’s hand caught his elbow.
“I’ve got a request, Wolfram.”
Wolfram turned around to face him. It irritated him that the man still insisted on calling him by his name. “Yes?” he asked, pulling his elbow out of Reikia’s grasp.
“How about a kiss to make a pleasant memory out of this nonsensical romance?”
Wolfram stared at him uncertainly then turned to Eldara to see the door close on his back. Certainly, the duke had heard the request and had left it for him to decide. Wolfram’s first instinct was to refuse. Then he thought about Yuuri and their relationship.
“No tongue, I promise,” Reikia added seeing the blond actually considering his request.
“Alright,” Wolfram muttered. After all, he didn’t even have a memory like that with Yuuri. Was it for better or worse, though?
“You surprise me,” Reikia said not having expected Wolfram to give his consent.
Wolfram frowned at him but before he could say anything, Reikia’s lips pressed to his. It felt strangely comforting to feel the other man’s lips move against his. At the same time, it was unnerving, and Wolfram wasn’t certain which feelings were his and which part of them was how he thought Reikia must feel.
Von Estram’s hand rounded the blond’s waist and slid to his buttock to give a firm squeeze.
“Mngh!” Wolfram gasped in protest, and the tongue was in. It managed to sweep over the edge of the blond’s teeth then rub over his tongue, and then Wolfram shoved Reikia away angrily. He raised his hand but never delivered the blow. There was desperate acceptance in von Estram’s sad eyes.
“Shit,” Wolfram muttered, lowering his arm and turning away. He wiped saliva off his mouth with his sleeve.
“Thanks,” Reikia said.
“I’m bad with this drama,” Wolfram grunted walking towards the door. He, however, knew that he was the reason for it and it gave him no right to complain.
Reikia left an hour later.
- - -
“Wolfram, could you go visit von Luana?” the duke asked while they were dining. “A few hours ago, he expressed a wish to see you.”
Wolfram nodded. “Certainly.” He had already planned to visit the elderly gentleman. Some stories von Luana told were starting to repeat themselves, but Wolfram still enjoyed his company.
Despite Conrart’s self-control, his fingers gripped the spoon firmly while, under the table, his left hand pressed itself into a fist. This was not the first time when Conrart heard them address each other so familiarly but this time it really got on his nerves.
“Your Grace,” Conrart started saying even before he realized that he had opened his mouth, “how about we have a spar after dinner?”
The duke’s eyes left the plate with beetroot soup that he was eating and concentrated on Conrart’s face. He was not deceived by the brunette’s easy-going smile.
He returned the innocent smile. “Where did this sudden excitement come from?” he asked.
“Oh, I’m always excited about swords, Your Grace,” Conrart answered good-naturedly.
“That must be true, Sir,” Eldara agreed, “when we are talking about one of the best swordsmen in Shin Makoku’s history.”
Conrart bowed his head humbly. “Your Grace flatters me too much.”
Eldara lowered his eyes back to the soup and scooped up a spoonful of ruby liquid. “Despite all the excitement, I am not so certain that I am a worthy opponent for you – your brother overcomes me nearly every time we spar. Maybe it’s a better idea to spar against him.”
Conrart cast a glance at Wolfram, who grinned at him. That was unexpected. Conrart was a little disappointed that the duke dismissed his challenge so easily. He had deemed von Ashira to be a man who always aimed for victory no matter how small. On the other hand, von Ashira was also someone who knew that one could not win all the battles.
“Yet, if Sir still wants to bother with me, I will gladly oblige,” Eldara said. Weller seemed to be surprised, and the duke chuckled inwardly. He understood Weller’s discontentment – it was the same as von Voltaire’s or von Christ’s. Therefore, he was ready to humor Weller at least for a bit. He found the situation amusing.
- - -
The amusement was quickly dissipating while the duke was watching Conrart and Wolfram sparring. It was replaced by the inevitability of pain. As expected, Wolfram was physically stronger as a pureblood while Conrart was more technically skilled. They were using wooden swords but the hits that connected were clearly going to leave bruises. The two weren’t kidding around.
“Well, ready, Your Grace?” Conrart asked, walking to the duke. His spar with Wolfram was over. Panting lightly, Conrart wiped sweat off his forehead.
“Why doesn’t Sir rest for a minute or two?” Eldara asked, taking his long, brown jacket off. He shivered at the cool air in the hall. Weller was giving him a look that indicated that rest would make no difference and that the spar could end in only one way. “I will warm up meanwhile.”
Wolfram lowered his sword back into the rack with others. It had been a close call but, as expected, his brother had won by a far greater number. When Conrart had challenged Eldara, he was surprised by Conrart’s unexpected immaturity. Normally, his brother was the epitome of self-control and discipline. He had never ever snapped at Yuuri no matter what stupid things he had done. On the other hand, Wolfram had never expected that spectacle from Conrart after they had left the tavern either. That snow fight was an unprecedented phenomenon. That and this fight with the duke were new experiences. Conrart normally didn’t lash out.
The training hall was bustling with soldiers. It was unusually busy for this time of day and all of it was because everyone wanted to see one of the best Shin Makoku’s swordsmen in action. While Wolfram and Conrart had been fighting, at first, some of them had been rooting for Wolfram, others for Conrart. Later, when it was obvious that the younger man required more luck and skill, they had started cheering for the blond.
Halea and Fredrick were also present, Halea’s eyes following her brother with concern. She knew perfectly well what it was about and was a little worried about how Eldara was going to deal with the inevitable humiliation. For now, Eldara fared well. He finally finished warming up and confronted Conrart. The hall hushed.
Conrart attacked first, the duke parried the blow, turning the incoming blade aside. He slashed backwards aiming at Conrart’s stomach. Conrart jumped back to avoid it, and then had to parry another attack. He did so without any difficulties, the duke’s wooden sword sliding down over his. Conrart shook it free and counterattacked, their blades meeting again and locking. They pushed against each other then, seeing it was futile to try and overpower each other, stepped back at the same time according to some unknown command that passed only between the two of them.
The duke was a little better than Conrart had expected, and it irritated him. Yet, he was worse than Wolfram and the outcome was clear from the first testing blows they had exchanged. Eldara could hold his ground but not for long and not from an intricate swordsmanship style. That was simply the matter of skill.
The corners of Eldara’s lips turned up wryly when Conrart started pushing him, attacking mercilessly. The man exploited every weakness, every opportunity and soon his list of successful attacks went up to fourteen while Eldara’s went only up to four. It was pitiful but the duke couldn’t help grinning at the annoyance that was pouring in waves off Conrart.
With fifteen points in Conrart’s possession, it was finally over and the duke leaned on his sword, resting.
“That was marvelous, Sir,” he complimented Conrart, trying to catch his breath. He wiped at his forehead.
“Thank you, Your Grace,” Conrart said.
“It’s no wonder you are considered best from the best.”
Conrart blanched lightly, his lips thinning. “They say people die from their obsessions, Your Grace,” he said grimly, walking to store his wooden sword in the rack. Instead of the anticipated joy of victory, he felt discontent.
“Hmm…” Eldara grunted, turning away. Concern yourself with swords, die by a sword. It was definitely going to be true in Conrart’s case, but... “The cause of my grandmother’s death couldn’t have been her high knitting obsession,” the duke said softly. A few seconds of silence reigned in the training hall which was only interrupted by the duke’s question, “Could it?”
Wolfram blinked. It didn’t feel appropriate to laugh when it concerned death, and Conrart’s face looked strange, too.
“That’s not even funny. She died of old age,” Halea said, rolling her eyes at Eldara. “Life was what had killed her.”
“Or…” Eldara said, raising his index finger into the air meaningfully, “it might have been the knitting.”
“Stop kidding around,” Halea said.
“I’m not kidding around,” Eldara said. “I didn’t even tell them about our uncle, who might have died of too much fishing.”
- - -
Next two days were uneventful, and to offer his guests some recreational activity, Eldara suggested the outing to a hot spring resort. Having already tested its waters and hospitality, Wolfram accepted the invitation gladly and, despite the cold weather and about two hours’ long journey, urged the others to do the same. Conrart decided to join as well, and, in the end, it was him, Wolfram, Athara, Fredrick and Eldara with their suites who went.
The journey to the resort didn’t last as long as Wolfram had remembered it. Last time he had been there after separating from a hunting party nearly in the middle of the forest. This time, they chose the direct path and reached the spring by lunch. Coincidentally or not, they also found a few other people enjoying themselves in the resort. One of them appeared to be the duke’s acquaintance.
“Baron Dayanera von Blumstein,” Eldara introduced a lanky, middle-aged man, who bowed, taking his winter hat off. His longish white-tinged dark hair was parted in the middle. His face bore regular features and he would have been handsome if not for his extremely prominent nose.
“Ah, yes, I remember the baron from the birthday party,” Wolfram said. After a pleasant exchange between the two, the blond made a gesture to Conrad and said, “This is my brother Conrart Weller.”
“Fredrick von Sarda,” Fredrick said, shaking von Blumstein’s hand. “Nice to see you again.”
Since the baron had also arrived just recently, Eldara invited him to have lunch together with them. Wolfram went to unpack the lunch bags and get the towels. They consumed their food at the inn, ordered more hot meals and dampened their otherwise dehydrated throats with wine and beer. Once their stomachs were full, they brought towels and went into the spring.
- - -
Wolfram relaxed his back against the edge. It was just as good as he remembered. The weather was cold today, and the idea of undressing oneself had seemed unpleasant. Yet, once conquered, the rest was easy – slipping into the spring was heaven-sent. The blond, however, dreaded the idea of getting out of the hot spring into the cool air no less.
Wolfram had been somewhat worried that Eldara might start openly or secretly flirting with him just like last time, but nothing of the sort happened. Eldara behaved with dignity and didn’t pay him more attention than usual. Wolfram would never admit to himself but he was somewhat disappointed by this appropriate consideration.
The blond looked over at Eldara, who was soaking opposite him. The duke felt him looking, and his brow rose questioningly. Then he seemed to understand what the look was about and couldn’t help chuckling. A little embarrassed, Wolfram ducked his head. He didn’t catch a promise in the duke’s gaze. It, however, had been easily picked up by Conrart, who was still very sensitive to these exchanges between his brother and his lover.
- - -
“So does this precious gem belong to you?” Dayanera asked softly.
Eldara turned his head to the baron. Dayanera had spoken softly but not softly enough to have missed Conrart’s well-trained ears. Weller was just right behind the duke’s mare. Unsuspecting, Dayanera gave the blond one more appreciating look and smiled approvingly. Oblivious to them, Wolfram was packing their towels and getting ready for the journey home.
Eldara and Dayanera had their backs to Conrart, and the duke could feel his scalp tingling. “Yes, he does,” Eldara said. “For now, we belong to each other,” he added diplomatically. Then, to avoid any further mishaps, he smacked the mare’s rump to make her move sideways. “And this is the precious gem’s brother,” the duke introduced them again. “Lord Conrart Weller.”
“Oh.” An uncomfortable smile appeared on Dayanera’s face while he reached out to pat Conrart’s shoulder. “That’s a bit awkward but you’re probably used to it already,” he said with a chuckle.
“Not really, baron,” Conrart said, moving away from him.
Dayanera didn’t appear to be bothered by the curt response. Conrart suspected that he was rarely bothered by anything – he didn’t seem to be the type. The man kept smiling then, with a bow, excused himself and walked over to his suite.
- - -
Eldara leaned closer to Wolfram’s ear. “What did you want me to do back at the spring?”
Eldara’s hand slid over the blond’s waist while his mouth suckled on the blond’s neck. The two of them were in Wolfram’s room, in bed. Wolfram was gazing up at him with the most innocent look on his face.
“When? Nothing.”
The duke chuckled. “I disagree. Maybe this?” he asked squeezing a buttock in his palm. “What if someone would have noticed?” Hmmm? Or maybe it would have excited you?”
Squirming underneath him, Wolfram chuckled. “Where do you get these ideas?” He then grinned and with a mischievous glint in his eyes said, “Maybe. But it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have been mortified.”
“Maybe I should have sat next to you and done this,” Eldara said, his hand sliding to the blond’s member cupping it. “Maybe I should have made you come in secret.”
Wolfram seemed to like this thought and his eyes dilated. The duke now was stroking him, and he enjoyed the touch.
“Or should I have smacked your bottom while walking past? Would that have helped?”
Wolfram nodded, laughing. “It would have also helped the rest of the people. I can only imagine Conrart’s face.”
Eldara’s nose scrunched playfully. “There would have been another duel, and I’d have lost again.”
“I knew you were afraid of him,” the blond commented smugly.
“Of course I’m afraid of him. Only a fool wouldn’t be afraid of your older brothers.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Less talk, more action,” he said, raising his arms and wrapping them around the duke’s shoulders to draw him in for a sloppy kiss.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Eldara panted out when they broke apart.
“I’ve been waiting for it since the hot springs,” Wolfram told him accusingly.
Eldara was playing with his testicles, squeezing, massaging and rubbing. With him lying on his back with his legs spread widely apart, the older man had the access to all his private parts. Sometimes, his fingers would slip lower to tease him and Wolfram would tense in anticipation.
“It definitely seems so,” Eldara agreed with him.
Wolfram was becoming restless, his grip on Eldara’s thigh strengthening. Eldara stroked harder, his other hand slipping in between the blond’s buttocks. He pushed his middle finger into the blond and was rewarded with immediate effects: the blond moaned loudly, his body seizing up around his finger. The younger man pushed himself up and down on it a few times and then was coming with short quick gasps.
Short of breath, Wolfram opened his eyes. He tensed and shivered when Eldara’s finger slipped out of him. He saw the other man pat over his pockets looking for a handkerchief. Wanting to offer his, he was about to reach his hand to his jacket but then remembered that it was further away. It was on the chair and he didn’t want to move yet. Instead, he reached out to Eldara’s jutting length and gave it a few languid, teasing strokes. He figured the other man was going to put it inside him now.
Wiping his fingers, Eldara gave the blond a curious look. Wolfram’s touch was careful, slow as if admiring. Sensing what was going on in the blond head, Eldara grinned. He covered Wolfram’s hand with his to apply more pressure. Wolfram kept stroking obediently, then, urged by Eldara, picked up the speed.
“Umm…” the blond said uncertainly, when he became aware that Eldara was going to come soon. “I thought you’d want to…”
Eldara gave him a curious look. “You do love it, don’t you?” he teased lightly. “Doesn’t it sting?”
Wolfram’s cheeks tinged with pink. “Mmm…no. More like…it itches.”
Eldara chuckled, the sound low and filled with lust. He felt the urge to comply with the blond’s reckless anticipations, but he’d probably come as soon as he entered the other man.
“Why not let it rest for today?” he teased, slipping his hand in between the blond’s thighs and brushing over the twitching entrance. “It might be quite painful if we tried to do it so soon. Rub in some medicine before going to sleep.”
Wolfram raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “Then I should probably go to sleep already.” He squeezed Eldara’s cock in his hand. “Or…you could just fuck me.”
Wolfram’s eyes closed when the duke’s fingers slid into him again. The fingers moved back and forth again, then disappeared. Eldara listened to Wolfram grunt softly when he pushed in. The blond shifted underneath him to get more comfortable then stilled again.
A few thrusts were all it took for Wolfram to get going. The blond’s body opened up, his breath turning into short shallow pants. He’d really been holding it in.
Eldara pulled out and pushed a pillow under the blond’s hips to raise his pelvis higher. When he pushed back in, the blond’s eyes nearly crossed in pleasure. Wolfram was easy once you figured him out.
Wolfram came with a soft guttural sound, his teeth clenching together. Eldara played with his softening member then let himself come as well. They cleaned themselves quickly and went to sleep.
oOo_Two Days Later_oOo
“Let’s go to the baths,” Wolfram told Yozak. “You’ll keep me company.”
With a vigorous roll of his eyes, Gurrier fell into the step after the blond. “Shouldn’t you get a dog for that purpose?” he asked.
“I can’t talk to a dog.”
“Of course you can,” Yozak told him.
Wolfram turned to look at him. “Yes, and it would probably understand more than you too.”
The captain grumbled under his breath. With a final sigh of protest, he turned around and left for his room to get spare clothes. After taking them, he found the blond already in the baths, undressing. There were only a few oil lamps burning, and the rising steam from one of the tubs that Wolfram asked to be heated beforehand didn’t help the visibility. Yozak approached the long bench the blond was standing at and followed his suit. Leaving their clothes on the bench, with only towels wrapped around their waists, they went to the tub. Wolfram left the toiletries on the small bench near the edge of the tub within his reach.
The water was hot and Wolfram hummed in pleasure while lowering himself slowly into the steaming tub. He sat down so that only his neck and head were visible and closed his eyes, relaxing. From the opposite side of the tub, Yozak was giving him a quite displeased look, but Wolfram couldn’t see that. There was a line of hickeys following alongside the blond’s neck and down to his right collarbone. Wolfram’s neck had always been sensitive. The duke had, obviously, ascertained that for himself.
They soaked for about ten minutes then Wolfram stood up and turned around to reach for the shampoo on the bench. Yozak’s eyes were drawn to the motion then, involuntary, followed the running droplets down the shoulders and the smooth back, right to the dip of the buttocks that were barely covered by the loose towel. With a grunt, the captain stood up.
The loud smack on his bottom made Wolfram shriek in surprise and nearly drop the shampoo bottle. Shocked, he turned to stare at Yozak, who was climbing out of the tub.
“What… What?” Wolfram demanded, stunned so much that he could not even form a sentence. “How dare you?!” he demanded again.
“Take a look at yourself in a mirror,” Yozak told him. He was already drying himself with a towel. “And don’t ever invite me to take a bath with you again. That was most awkward.”
Confused, Wolfram watched him dress. Yozak left quickly and without another word. The blond continued washing himself and, once done, left for his room. Driven by sheer curiosity, he went to his wardrobe and took a look at himself in the mirror. He didn’t notice anything at first then cursed softly and bared the right side of his neck then the collarbone on the same side. Blushing, he stared at the marks on his skin. It was no wonder Gurrier had bolted like that. It felt awkward indeed to think that Yozak could see him in a sexual manner.
With a soft sigh, Wolfram buttoned his shirt and jacket again. It was a lesson well-learned. It wouldn’t do for others to see him like this. Eldara had, obviously, done this on purpose. Wolfram wasn’t certain whether he was pleased or angry, most likely, both.
TBC
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