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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
- 37
- 38
- 39
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. Gwendal – 54.
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 Anonymously Awesome
Part 38
Wolfram had missed sparring with Eldara. He had countless willing partners but there was just something about Eldara that made him look forward to whenever they fought. It was probably the flirting. They were serious during spars; each never giving the other an easy way out, but there was just something enticing about the way they strained against each other. There was always the knowledge that their match would continue in one of their beds.
Just like this time.
Wolfram ducked the incoming wooden blade. Straightening, he pushed it sideways and to the ground with his sword then lashed out with his foot. Eldara staggered backwards and nearly fell over. He righted himself and blocked Wolfram’s sword that was aimed at his neck. He tried shoving it aside, but the blond pushed harder. It was difficult to compete with a full-blooded Demon when it came to sheer strength. Grunting, the two stayed locked for a few seconds then Wolfram gathered his strength and shoved Eldara backwards.
They circled each other a few times. Wolfram was first to launch an attack. He chopped and jabbed but the duke defended himself brilliantly and counterattacked. Wolfram whirled sideways to avoid his sword, tried to skewer Eldara’s side but was blocked. He was too slow to fend off Eldara’s blow over his right thigh, and his mouth opened in a silent yelp.
“Eight – two, I win,” Wolfram said, rubbing his thigh, trying to soothe the pain.
Eldara nodded. Wolfram was a ferocious opponent and this was mostly a lucky win. It stung his pride somewhat, but sparring against the blond was healthy – he was improving his stamina and reaction time. Wolfram’s however, were still on a completely different level.
The duke went to store the sword in the rack at the door. There were a few claps from the small audience intended mostly for the blond. Wolfram ignored them and followed the duke.
“How about we meet in the baths?” Wolfram whispered, putting his sword away as well.
Eldara couldn’t help chuckling. “I don’t mind, but I’m afraid the baths will be busy at this time of the day. How about we meet after, in my chambers?”
“Agreed.”
“You certainly missed me,” Eldara couldn’t help teasing.
“You bet.”
- - -
There were two more people in the baths. Wolfram wished Eldara would just tell them to leave, but that, of course, would be out of line. Wolfram took the furthest corner of the baths to wash himself. Even then his wandering imagination made him aroused. Half-hard, he finished washing and dressed in his bathrobe. Holding his dirty clothing in one hand and his boots in another, and hoping that no one would try to talk to him on his way, he left the baths.
It wasn’t warm to walk around only in his bathrobe and slippers. He reached his room and dropped the dirty uniform at the door for the maid to pick it up later. He took a couple of condoms from his bedside cabinet, milled about for a few minutes then left for the duke’s chambers.
When Wolfram entered Eldara’s bedroom, he saw him lying on the bed with a book in his hands. He raised his head when he heard Wolfram enter. He closed the book and lowered it onto the bedside cabinet.
“No, don’t get up,” Wolfram said when Eldara sat up in the bed. He kicked his slippers off and climbed into the bed. Wolfram got in between Eldara’s thighs and untied his bathrobe. He pushed the lapels aside to reveal Eldara’s hibernating penis.
Wolfram took a look at the disinterest member and seized it in his palm. Lifting it, he felt it twitch and harden. Eldara’s brow rose when Wolfram bent down to place a tentative lick at the tip. It was a rare occasion – Wolfram wasn’t keen on performing oral sex. Getting ready to be pleasured, Eldara lay down again.
The younger male’s mouth engulfed the head of his penis, and Eldara let out an appreciative hum. Instinctively, the duke spread his legs wider. Wolfram’s mouth took in more of him while his right hand groped his testicles, squeezing. Wolfram bobbed his head up and down, licking and sucking alternatively.
Feeling strangely proud of the younger man, Eldara slid his hand into the blond hair and massaged the scalp appreciatively.
“Feels very nice,” he muttered. He was hard already; his lust building slowly.
Wolfram hummed in response, and Eldara had to close his eyes in pleasure. His ears were filled with the sucking and slurping noises. The tension in his loins was growing, and his hips were undulating out of their own accord.
Eldara was surprised when cool air washed over his genitals – he had expected Wolfram had intended to pleasure him orally till he reached his peak. Wolfram, instead, had leaned away and was giving him a curious look.
“What?”
The blond shook his head. “Nothing. I was wondering where you keep your lubricant.”
“The top drawer.”
Wolfram leaned over Eldara in order to reach the drawer but it was impossible. The duke turned to his side and, after fumbling around with his left hand in the drawer, produced the jar. He wanted to sit up but Wolfram’s palm pressed against his chest, preventing his movement.
“Oh? You’re going to ride me? Feeling a bit wild?”
Kneeling, Wolfram took the jar from Eldara. “That’s right.”
Eldara watched the blond uncap the jar and smear his fingers with the lubricant. Then Wolfram’s hand disappeared amongst the folds of his bathrobe. Eldara reached out for the belt on the blond’s bathrobe to untie it. Once done, he spread the folds aside to enjoy the view of the blond lubricating and stretching himself.
Wolfram was hard, his jutting length bobbing with his every movement. Not lowering his eyes from the hand between the blond’s legs, Eldara reached out to stroke it. Wolfram let out a content hum.
Finally, deciding that he was ready, Wolfram wiped his fingers, capped the jar and climbed on top of Eldara. This was something new and, eager, but a little uncertain, Wolfram froze above the older man.
“Take your bathrobe off,” Eldara said.
Wolfram shrugged it off and tossed aside onto the floor. He hovered above Eldara then seized the older man’s erection and directed it towards his entrance. After some struggle, slowly, Wolfram sank onto the cock. When Eldara had done it, it had seemed easier.
From above, Wolfram watched Eldara with an uncertain look on his face. Eldara winked at him and gave him a few strokes. Wolfram rolled his eyes and moved a little upwards. The duke’s left hand settled on his thigh while his eyes closed in pleasure. Wolfram lowered himself again, and Eldara’s grip on his thigh tightened. Wolfram rose again, and the duke hummed in pleasure. Wolfram’s position gave him much more freedom than usual in controlling Eldara’s reactions. Seeing them caused a wave of possessiveness towards the older man wash over him.
Eldara let go of the blond’s cock. His palms slid over the blond’s thighs then to his waist and then back down again. He couldn’t help staring at where he and Wolfram were joined, the blond bobbing up and down. There was a slightly different, domineering air about the blond today, and it was turning him on. Wolfram was even touching him differently. Watching him, Eldara thought he knew how their next session was going to end.
Wolfram rolled his hips then exhaled loudly when Eldara’s hand wrapped around his nodding cock. The blond leaned back, his palms resting behind him, on Eldara’s thighs. He increased the pace, and the hand on him moved faster as well. They moved in tune for some time, both getting more and more into it.
“I’m about to come,” Eldara warned the blond.
“It’s fine. Come,” Wolfram said.
“Really? But… Oh…”
Eldara’s eyes closed of their own when the blond purposely tightened around him. The duke started coming. It took Wolfram a few moments and he orgasmed as well.
His breath coming out in strangled puffs, the blond leaned forward resting his hands on Eldara’s stomach. His body was tingling with the pleasure he’d experienced. He was nearly purring. Slowly, he rolled off Eldara and lay down next to him.
“I was wondering…” Wolfram said after a few minutes of silence. “Can I do you next time?”
At first, it was quiet in the bedroom, and Wolfram thought that Eldara had fallen asleep. He turned to the side to look at the older man’s face. The duke was grinning, his body shaking with suppressed laughter.
“I was wondering when you would ask,” Eldara said, chuckling at both the blond’s request and his crude wording. “Took you quite long.”
“So I gather that’s a ‘yes’?”
“Yes, that’s a ‘yes’, now pass me a handkerchief or two.”
Wolfram grinned at him then turned to the bedside cabinet and started opening the drawers.

ooOoOoOoo

“Can you come to my study after this?” Eldara told Wolfram when they were in the dining room, at the breakfast table. “There’s something I need to show to you.”
“Oh?” Wolfram wondered curiously.
Eldara smiled. “You will see.”
Conrart and Yozak met each other’s eyes. There was something official in the way Eldara addressed the blond. They would have to wait to find out what it was about.
- - -
“I’ve received a letter from Orinth VI,” Eldara said, raising said letter from the desk and showing it to Wolfram. It was unsealed and consisted of a single sheet of paper.
“Oh,” Wolfram said, uncertain as to what kind of reaction was expected of him. “What does it say?”
“Probably the same as yours,” the duke said, picking up another letter off his desk and giving it to Wolfram.
Wolfram’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He took the letter and broke the king’s seal. The letter had been written in his language. It was an honorable mention and an invitation to the formal reception at the Royal Palace in two weeks’ time where His Majesty would be able to fully show his appreciation for his merits.
“Ghmm…” Wolfram hummed after having read the letter. “What kind of ‘merits’ is He talking about, exactly?”
Eldara opened the top drawer and dropped his letter into it. He closed it slowly. “Don’t be so modest. You were in support of His Majesty from the very beginning. You went as far as to question the legitimacy of Markez von Mandoza’s self-proclamation officially. You also generously shared the manpower in your disposition in order to protect Raizgad. You personally defended it against the bandit raids and, I have no doubt that, if a need arose, you would have also defended it from an invading army. You have also been overjoyed over His Majesty’s victory over the imposter.”
With a slightly sarcastic look on his face Wolfram listened to the duke. Once Eldara was done, Wolfram folded his letter and lowered it onto his lap. “Tell me,” he said, “did you exchange letters with His Majesty?”
“Oh no, not letters,” Eldara denied. “There was enough time for us to talk when we quenched the resistance in the capital. I told him about your support.”
Wolfram pursed his lips. “As the Royal Emissary, I am, of course, grateful for your input into creating ties between our countries. As a friend, though, I kind of want to punch you.”
Eldara smiled. “It’s not worth it, really. I just put in a good word.”
“Indeed. Wait until Gwendal hears about it.”
Eldara chuckled. “He will probably applaud you.”
“Don’t count on it.”
- - -
“So we’re leaving in three days?” Yozak said, just to make sure. The king’s letter scrunched in his hands when he folded it.
“Von Ashira didn’t have the right to do that,” Conrart said.
“Yeahrm,” Yozak agreed, “but it’s quite a good thing he did. Wolfram thinks so too.”
“Pah! Wolfram!” Conrart said, waving his hands about irritably. “Wolfram doesn’t know yellow from blue when it comes to the duke!”
Not wanting to get any deeper into the sensitive topic that so easily aggravated Conrart, Yozak shrugged and put the letter back into its envelope. Conrart was still dead-set against the duke even though he had reduced his distaste to the minimum when interacting with Wolfram or von Ashira. It was clear that Conrart eagerly awaited their travel back to Shin Makoku.
Avoiding his gaze, Yozak lowered the letter onto the table. He tapped his fingers on the table surface and cleared his throat. Yozak suspected that Conrart wanted to go home not only because of Wolfram and von Ashira’s relationship but also because of Karela. Conrart didn’t complain to him; never said a thing against Karela-he actually liked the man-but it was obvious that he felt somewhat uncomfortable with their three-way relationship. It was very likely that it was going against his morals.

ooOoOoOoo

“I think we are ready to set off, Your Grace,” Karela informed the duke after having inspected the party.
Out of sheer habit, Eldara cast a look at the curtained window of the carriage, but saw only the castle wall and Salt. It was a cold, frosty morning, but the thick-furred cat was snoozing against the wall, not paying any attention to the men milling in the yard. The duke wished he could take the cat with him. It would no doubt bring some cheer to the almost week long journey to the capital. The cat, though, not being used to travelling, likely wouldn’t handle the journey well.
“Let’s go, then,” Eldara ordered, and Karela disappeared out of the window.
The captain repeated the order, and the carriage set in motion. Wolfram, who was sitting opposite the duke, looked through the window to see them pass the gate and then start heading downhill. Despite being a noble just like the duke, he wasn’t used to carriages, especially such long journeys in them. He wondered if he was going to last long in this one – sooner or later carriages made him motion sick. He had made certain there was a free horse in the party that he would be able to use.
The party consisted of eighteen people including Wolfram and the duke. Wolfram had taken six men, including Yozak and Conrart while the rest of the number belonged to the duke. This time, Eldara had also taken Karela with him, leaving Raizgad to be looked after by his brother. Wolfram wondered what motive of such an act was and came to the conclusion that it not only put the duke in his brother’s good graces but also gave Karela, Yozak and Conrart the chance to spend more time together- whether it would improve or damage their relationship remained to be seen. Eldara probably saw their relationship as a fun experiment and was curious to see how it would end up.
The duke’s carriage was warm. It was designed to travel in cold weather and was upholstered with a warm and wind-proof lining. They had also taken a considerable amount of blankets. [I didn’t know what plaids meant in this context so I cut it out. I was aware that they were a design but not a physical thing. I could be wrong though ^_^]
“It’s good that it hasn’t been snowing much lately,” Wolfram said.
“We would have taken a sleigh, then,” Eldara said, eyeing Wolfram’s winter hat with ears. No matter how many times he saw it, he still couldn’t get used to the sight of a grown man wearing such a headpiece.
“And would have frozen to death from the wind and sitting motionless.”
“Very likely, but it would have been faster.”
Wolfram looked out of the window to see the town passing by. A week of sitting about in a carriage? No, he wasn’t even going to last a day. He already wanted to be up on a horse. How could Eldara stand staying in one of these things?
“You should have taken your cat with you.”
Eldara chuckled. “I thought about it. I don’t think he would have been happy about it, though.”
“Who cares about him? At least we would have had something to do in here.”
“You are a real animal lover,” the duke said sarcastically.
“I’m getting motion-sick already.”
“So soon?”
“Not sure. But I think I‘m starting to feel it.”
Eldara rolled his eyes. “I think being idle is making you sick, not motion.”
“Could be,” Wolfram agreed. “When will we reach the tavern?”
“We have just set off, Wolfram.” Eldara watched Wolfram sigh and stare through the window. “How will you handle the journey back home on a ship?”
“Badly. Very badly.”
“Seems so.”
“Maybe I should try out some sleep inducing medicine? I can’t stand the sea.”
“Basically, you can’t stand anything that moves.”
“As long as I’m inside that moving thing, yes.”
Eldara chuckled. “Just tell me when you can’t stand staying in here.”
“Oh, I will.”
- - -
The sky started darkening at about five o’clock. By the time the party reached the tavern, it was pitch black. It was situated on the outskirts of a town called Rambast. While they were climbing off their horses, Yozak explained to Wolfram that it meant “rich in sheep”.
“Are we still in Raizgad?” Wolfram asked him.
Yozak nodded. “Yes. There are still about ten kilometers till the border.”
Two young boys rushed out from the tavern. One of them went straight to the luxurious-looking carriage while the other’s keen eyes managed to discern an important-looking man amongst the men with weird hats. Wolfram threw him the reins and waited for the duke to leave his carriage. When they entered the tavern, the arrangements had already been made by Karela, and all that was left to do was to order some hot meals.
Soon the entire tavern was filled with chewing, slurping men. Wolfram, Eldara, Conrart and both captains were sitting at one table, eating ham and bean soup. Wolfram didn’t know about the other four men but the warm atmosphere and the hot meal was making him pleasantly tired. He felt a little guilty for having left Eldara alone in the carriage, but an hour into the journey he had started developing a headache and he knew it usually indicated the start of motion sickness.
After having tried the ham and bean soup, the party ordered some mutton stew. It was tasty and followed the soup nicely.
At about ten o’clock everyone went to sleep. There weren’t enough rooms for everyone in the tavern, so a number of men slept in the stables while others shared beds. Karela had asked the duke beforehand about the arrangements, and was informed that he and Wolfram intended to share a room.
Settling more comfortably in the bed, Wolfram sighed. He felt warm and pleasantly tired. Eldara’s hand slid over his waist and the blond’s eyes opened to give him a questioning look. It was completely dark in the room so Eldara didn’t see it.
“Interested in some action?” Wolfram asked. “Aren’t you tired?”
“Well, I didn’t spend an entire day on a horse.”
“But I have.”
The hand on the blond’s waist slid down to pat him on his bottom. “Yes, indeed. Still, I expected your youthful enthusiasm to prevail.”
“Well, it has,” Wolfram said while reaching out to brush between Eldara’s legs with his knuckles. “As long as it’s nothing too fancy.”
Eldara’s hand reached out past the blond’s to grope him through his pajama pants. “Just your regular handjob.”
“How lovely,” Wolfram said leaning forward, his mouth seeking out the duke’s.

ooOoOoOoo

The turrets of the castle were visible long before they reached the capital. Curious, Wolfram stared at the passing houses through the carriage window. They weren’t any different from those in the villages that he had seen while passing through on their way to the capital but these were more colorful. The sludge from the muddy road covered most of them up to their shutters.
The men were wearing different hats from those in Raizgad. Here they were taller and mostly gray, the sheepskin coats thick and long.
Once they rose onto the hill and passed the gate, they entered the castle yard. The castle and its surroundings were encircled by three layers of defensive walls. The first one surrounded the whole capital. The second, curiously, separated the farmhouses and tradespeople from nobility. The last wall guarded the castle and its premises.
Before they had entered the city, Wolfram had been advised to ride in the carriage to appear more dignified. They approached the castle via a wide road and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Wolfram waited for the coachman to open the door. He left the carriage first, Eldara following him.
A footman appeared in the door and rushed downstairs to greet them.
“Welcome to Armalin, Your Grace. Your Highness,” he said, bowing, trying not to eye the unusual hats with ears. “How was the journey?”
“It was good, thank you.”
“Very boring, thank you for asking,” Wolfram said. He couldn’t wait to settle in his room and take a look at the castle, not to mention meeting the newly-crowned king.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Your Highness.” The footman bowed again. “I’m Omira Diaro,” he said. “This is Rigan,” he said, introducing a man that had suddenly materialized near them. “He will show you to your apartments.”
Rigan bowed. “At your service, Your Grace. Your Highness.”
They followed Rigan upstairs and into the castle. He showed them into the hallway then into the hall with double staircases leading to the second floor. They didn’t climb the stairs but turned into the left castle wing with rows and rows of doors. Finally, Rigan stopped, opened one of them and turned to Wolfram.
“Sir,” he said, motioning for the blond to enter.
It was a small but cozy guestroom, and Wolfram liked it at once. Von Ashira’s room was right next to Wolfram’s.
“Send someone for me once you’re settled in, Your Grace,” Rigan was saying to von Ashira. “Lunch is in an hour, but I will bring some snacks.”
“You don’t need to worry about that, Rigan. I am certain that we can wait until lunch.”
“Yes, Your Grace. Then I will make certain that you settle in comfortably.”
“Thank you, Rigan.”
“Maybe you would like to take a bath in the meantime, Your Grace?”
“Oh, I would certainly love that,” Eldara said. “I will inform von Bielefeld about this as well.”
Rigan bowed his head. “Thank you, Your Grace. If you need some of Your clothes washed, just leave them outside your room. Our servants will take care of them.”
“Thank you, Rigan. You may go now.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
- - -
The royal baths were about the size of the ones in Blood Pledge Castle. Amazed, Wolfram looked around again. The stairs led down to a huge room, with a dome supported by eight tall, wide pillars. The baths were constructed completely out of marble. There was one large pool, where about ten people were soaking in right now. There was also a row of tubs in front of it for washing the dirt off. There were also two smaller pools. One was with steaming water, probably very hot, while the other seemed to be a salt bath since there was a man floating on his back in it.
Pressing the toiletries to his chest, Wolfram turned to the shelves on his left. Feeling a little out of place, Yozak and Conrart followed him. After storing his clothes on one of the shelves, Wolfram took a towel and went to one of the smaller tubs. There were eight of them with a basin next to each. A wide drainage ditch crossed the baths from one side to the other along the eight tubs. Wolfram sat down next to the first one, filled the basin from the tub and started washing his hair.
“Want me to wash your back?” Conrart asked. He had taken the tub next to Wolfram’s.
“Sure.”
Wolfram, glad that recently Eldara had had enough sense not to leave any marks on him, bent forward to let his brother wash his back. Then he took Conrart’s sponge and returned the favor.
“Where’s von Ashira?” Conrart wondered while Wolfram was pouring a tin after tin over Conrart’s head to rinse the soap suds off his body.
“I don’t know. He told me to go to the baths and then disappeared somewhere.”
“Aren’t you curious?”
Wolfram shrugged. “Not really. Maybe something happened to one of his bodyguards or something.”
Conrart gave him a look that bordered amusement and irritation. “You don’t believe that.”
“Of course, I don’t.”
Conrart opened his mouth to say something again, but Wolfram motioned for him to follow him to the main pool. The water was just right and the two of them climbed in. They leaned against the edge and relaxed next to each other. Soon Yozak joined them.
“Nothing can beat a hot bath after a long journey,” he said.
“Indeed,” Wolfram agreed with a blissful sigh.
“I saw that Neryan von Sedera is here as well,” Yozak whispered innocently.
“No surprises there,” Wolfram said wondering when exactly Yozak had taken time to snoop around. “He was one of Ivera von Mandoza’s supporters as well. I imagine that many have received the summons.”
“Yeah,” Yozak mumbled. “I saw him and von Ashira talking in the hall.”
“Well, they’ve got things to catch up with,” Wolfram said.
“In a quiet, lovely corner…” Yozak mumbled.
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “You know, if you’re trying to make me jealous, it’s not going to work.”
“And why not?” Yozak was sincerely interested. “By the way, I’m trying to make you angry, not jealous.”
“Oh. Well, that’s another thing. But, honestly, I do believe Eldara has got more class than that.”
Yozak grinned at the blond. “He’s fucking a married man. How classy is that?”
Wolfram rolled his eyes with a sigh. “‘Fucked’, Yozak, ‘fucked’.” Then he frowned at Yozak’s unfading grin. “Well, yes. Not classy at all. Pah!”
Conrart suddenly found himself wanting to say so many things; to comment on so much at once that he could barely contain himself. In the end, he overcame himself and stayed quiet. In his opinion, Wolfram had already taken a huge step in his plan by admitting that von Ashira was not a proper gentleman.
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