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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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- 40
- 41
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.
<b>Bloom</b>
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Anonymously Awesome
Part 40
Conrart finished wetting the bright red blotches on Wolfram’s body and lowered the sponge back into the basin of water next to the bed. The room was cold, and the blond soon started shivering, his skin covered in goosebumps. After waiting for a few minutes, Conrart took a towel and dried the blond. He then covered him with the duvet and left the room to let him rest.
Despite the fact that Esoteric Stone poisoning usually passed without leaving any long-term effects, Conrart was worried. Wolfram was asleep, and the rash seemed to be fading but he still looked pitiful.
The local doctor who had taken a look at Wolfram in the middle of the night was only able to tell that his condition wasn’t critical. He had advised them to call his uncle who knew more about Demon physiology.
Before falling asleep, Wolfram had managed to share with them what they already had known – that he had been attacked by a man with an Esoteric Stone. After this information a bout of nausea followed, and Yozak had snatched a bowl off the table just in time. He fell asleep after that.
- - -
In the early morning, the local doctor’s uncle arrived and took a look at Wolfram. He said what everyone had presumed he would: Wolfram needed rest until the effects of the Esoteric Stone wore off.
The evening sun was already seeping through the thin curtains when Wolfram woke up. He looked around the room and saw Morgan further down it, sitting at the window and looking down at the street. He shifted in the bed and sat up. Morgan turned to him and left his chair.
“Your Highness.”
“It’s evening again,” Wolfram stated somewhat accusingly.
Morgan shrugged; the time of the day wasn’t his responsibility. “Sir was out like a candle.”
Wolfram’s steps were shaky, and Morgan rushed to his side but was waved off.
“Where are my clothes?”-
“In here, Sir,” Morgan said opening the closet. “Need help dressing?”
Wolfram turned towards the washing basin. “I’m okay, thanks.” He scooped out some cool water with his palms and pressed them to his face. The cold water was refreshing and it woke his brain up. Wolfram scooped up more water and rubbed it on his face.
“What happened to that man?” Wolfram asked, wiping his face with a towel.
“After he was burned alive or lost half his head, Sir? Or after von Ashira cut his hands off and hung him on the town gates?”
Wolfram gave him a confused albeit relieved look. “I hope at least one of those resulted in him being dead?”
“Only the first two, Sir.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Who was he?” He walked to the wardrobe and took the hanger with his uniform.
“Seems like someone’s brother from the bandits’ band that we neutralized in winter.”
“Ah.”
There was no mirror in the room but Morgan, seeing Wolfram look around, produced his pocket mirror that he used for shaving. Wolfram was only able to see parts of his face but what he did see looked horribly sunken and pale.
“I should have killed him,” Wolfram growled out angrily, giving the mirror back to Morgan.
“Sir did,” Morgan reminded him, taking the mirror.
“Damn him.”
Wolfram went to the door. He wanted to visit the outhouse, but first he had to get through a load of greetings.
At the sight of Wolfram, the duke and other men stood up from behind the tables. Most of them were having dinner, and the ones who were done drank pints of beer.
“How do you feel?” Eldara and Conrart asked nearly simultaneously as soon as Wolfram reached the bottom of the stairs.
“I’m alright,” Wolfram said. He turned to the duke. “Did you send a message to your sister and brother to inform them that we are going to return later than expected? I’m afraid they will start worrying needlessly.”
The duke nodded. “I wouldn’t call it ‘needlessly’, but yes, I did send them a message.” He took a more careful look at the blond, whose steps were shaky and face ashen. Still, he looked a lot better than he did yesterday.
“Where’s that damn stone?” Wolfram muttered. “I hope you didn’t add it to your collection?”
“It was destroyed, Sir,” Morgan said.
The duke cast him an irritated look for interrupting their conversation without being asked. He was, however, getting used to the strange familiarity that Wolfram’s men treated him with. There was no disrespect in it. It was just a culture thing.
“Well done,” Wolfram told Morgan, who grinned.
A maid walked by carrying a pot of cabbage soup. Wolfram caught a whiff of it and gagged. Eldara grabbed him by his shoulders and maneuvered him outside. Conrart rushed after them. Wolfram managed to hold on until the door closed behind them. There was, however, nothing but bile in his stomach.
“Are you alright?” Eldara asked when it seemed that the bout of sickness was over.
Wolfram straightened and took the handkerchief that Eldara had offered. He still felt nauseated but nothing came out anymore. He wiped his mouth and pocketed the handkerchief.
“I thought I was,” Wolfram muttered. He turned to the door but his head was spinning so much that he had to rely on the duke to keep him upright.
“You need to lie down,” Eldara said.
“Bathroom first,” Wolfram told him.
Conrart, who had been watching the whole ordeal from further afar, followed them to the outhouse. The duke’s men lingered at the tavern door. They saw Conrart’s back off with amused looks. Conrart, however, wanted no more surprises.
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Wolfram woke up in the morning, feeling rested. He breakfasted with the others though he only had a slice of bread and some water; his appetite hadn’t returned so he didn’t feel like eating much.
“Are you certain it’s alright for you to travel?” asked the duke when Wolfram insisted they move out. He didn’t like the pallor of the blond’s face even though he seemed to be quite energetic.
“I feel fine, Eldara,” Wolfram said, annoyed by his concern.
The duke turned his head to Yozak, who shrugged. “If he says so,” the captain said, shrugging again.
“How about you rest for a day?” Conrart suggested.
“I’m fine. We have already lost a day.”
The men were ordered to get ready and the party moved out.
Wolfram observed the passing town with its people, buildings and the castle in the distance. Spring was cautiously stepping over the frozen puddles and lakes, shaking the snow off trees. The changes in weather reminded Wolfram of his imminent return to Shin Makoku. Wolfram had mixed feelings about this. He wanted to see his family but he was afraid of his lingering feelings for Yuuri. He was frightened of what his reaction would be upon meeting the king.
Wolfram felt fine at first but, a few kilometers out of town, the bread that he had for breakfast started mutiny in his stomach. Rendar kept rocking him as if she had made it her business to make him throw up. About sixty meters later, his stomach gave up and the bread started rising up his throat.
The blond raised his hand and jumped off the horse. He doubled over, heaving. The men traipsed around while they waited. It didn’t last long, and Wolfram was back in the saddle in less than five minutes. They moved forward again.
Conrart was just in time to grab Wolfram by the back of his belt before he could slide off the horse. He had noticed how unsteady the blond had become. Morgan sided to Rendar and grabbed the reins, steadying her.
“Help me get him on my horse,” Conrart said.
“What happened?” the duke asked, riding up to them. He didn’t need an answer as one look at Wolfram’s face told him everything. He turned his horse around. “We are returning to the tavern,” he informed his men. “Might take a few more days.”
- - -
“You will have to rest for a few days,” Eldara told Wolfram sternly. They were back at the tavern, in the same room, Wolfram already lying in bed.
“Traveling is out of the question,” Conrart endorsed the duke, for once.
Wolfram gave them a look. “It sounds as if you two believe that I still have the energy to argue…”
Relieved, Conrart laughed. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine in no time.”
“I hate Esoteric Stones,” Wolfram complained. “And you have a whole collection of them!” he accused the duke.
Eldara grunted. “This again?”
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Four days later, when they finally reached the castle, they were met by the worried household. Only after they had ascertained themselves that Wolfram was alright did they calm down.
The whole party left the horses and went to the baths to freshen themselves up. After that, everyone had a big dinner. Eldara and Wolfram continued to share their experience and impressions from the capital long after the dinner was over. In turn, Halea and Fredrick told them about their progress in arranging the wedding. The invitations for the wedding that was going to take place in two weeks had already been sent and now they were receiving confirmation from those who would be attending. Halea’s health was good and the pregnancy, according to the doctor, was progressing normally.
“I wish it were men who bore children,” she said scornfully when Eldara asked about her health; she had been vomiting the entire morning.
Wolfram gave her a look while Eldara chuckled. “You would be surprised to know that some men wish the same,” he said, stealing a glance at Wolfram, who blushed lightly.
Halea’s eyebrows rose at the blond’s reaction. It was obvious that her brother was right. The matters would really be much simpler for von Bielefeld if he didn’t need to deal with women when trying for an heir. She suddenly found herself curious whether it would be Wolfram to carry a child or his partner. Amused at herself, she dropped the thought – it wasn’t possible anyway.
“I will go see how von Luana is,” Eldara said, leaving his seat. “Is his hip getting any better?”
“Yes, it is,” Athara said. “He has been trying to walk around with crutches. Roldan says he’ll have completely recovered in a week or two.”
“Right in time for our wedding,” Halea said, squeezing Fredrick’s hand.
“Will you come with me to greet von Luana?” Eldara asked Wolfram.
Wolfram nodded. “Yes.”
Von Luana was overjoyed to see them. He eagerly drank in the news and boasted that, due to his hip feeling much better, he would be able to join them tomorrow at breakfast table.
- - -
“It’s good to be back,” Eldara sighed contently, stretching out on the bed under the covers. The sheets felt heavenly after the days spent in taverns.
“Indeed,” Wolfram agreed with him. He extinguished the candles on the table, leaving one burning on the bedside cabinet on Eldara’s side of the bed.
By the time Wolfram had undressed and climbed into the bed, Eldara had soundly fallen asleep. The blond extinguished the last candle and closed his eyes.
- - -
Wolfram stopped walking and looked around. The walls of the room were covered with red tapestry. The color was vibrant, swirling in circular patterns. The air in the room was warm and stuffy. Wolfram went to the window to open it, but found that it was stuck. He tugged at the handle a few more times but it wouldn’t budge. He headed for the second window at the end of the room. When he was nearly there, he heard footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, he was shoved forward, against the wall. He hit it with a thud that echoed around the room, bouncing off the red walls.
Every time he tried to push himself off the wall, he was driven back against it. The man was unbuckling his belt, and, try as he might, Wolfram could not stop him. He started to feel a bit breathless. Every time he tried to turn around and see his attacker’s face he was unable to focus on any features. All he could see was a distorted blur.
A few moments later, Wolfram became aware of soft grunting coming from somewhere on his right. He turned his head and saw a large bed with a naked couple on it. He could only see a red-haired woman’s back. She was straddling a man and was pushing herself up and down in rhythmic, repetitive movements. Wolfram had seen her before – she was the one from the brothel. Her slim, sweaty back obscured the man’s face, but he knew who it was regardless – Yuuri.
Feeling incredibly awkward, stupid and jealous, Wolfram gathered his strength and pushed himself off the wall again. This time he succeeded in turning around and facing the attacker. Wolfram didn’t immediately recognize the man. He seemed familiar, but the blond couldn’t pinpoint where exactly he had seen him before. Turning around hadn’t helped matters at all. Now, the man’s hands grabbed his throat and started choking him.
Wolfram woke up with a disoriented groan. It was hard to breathe. Dazed, he groped around his throat. It appeared it was Eldara’s arm thrown over his neck. Wolfram pushed the offending limb aside, and, waking up, Eldara mumbled something.
“Mnnhmnrm? What?”
“Someone just tried to strangle me.”
Not quite awake yet, Eldara blinked at the ceiling. “Eh? What?”
“Yuuri was fucking that whore from the brothel.”
Completely at a loss, the duke turned to Wolfram. “Huh? What…?”
“Never mind,” Wolfram said, turning away from the duke and settling back to sleep.
Eldara blinked at his back. “No. Explain it to me. What whore? Shibuya with a whore? Really? When did that happen?”
“Never.” Wolfram suddenly thought that he didn’t really know for certain. “Umm…probably?” he added.
“That was only a dream, wasn’t it?”
Wolfram pursed his lips. “It was a nightmare. I think I dreamt about the same man who attacked me in the tavern.”
“Oh. Did it scare you?”
“Yes,” Wolfram said after a pause. “Yes, it did.”
“It’s alright. It’s just a dream, and that man is dead.”
“Yes, I know.”
- - -
Wolfram was woken up by Salt was purring directly into his ear. He was lying on his stomach; Eldara’s side of the bed empty. Drowsily, the blond turned to blink at the white, fluffy ball of curled up cat beside his head. Yawning, he poked the cat with a finger.
“Baa,” he said.
Salt stretched out his front and hind paws and purred louder. Wolfram brushed a hand over his stomach. “Baa, baa,” the blond repeated.
The sound of a door opening came from the living-room, and Wolfram raised his head to look at the door connecting it and the bedroom. He stroked the cat again.
“Baa?”
The door opened, and the duke stepped in. Eldara was wearing a bathrobe and was drying his hair with a towel.
“Baa, baa.”
“Talking to the cat?” the duke chuckled, approaching the bed. He sat down next to Wolfram.
“Mhmn,” Wolfram hummed. Inhaling deeply, he stretched under the duvet and sprawled over Eldara’s side of the bed. The cat now was above the blond’s head.
Eldara patted Wolfram’s back. “Feeling alright?”
“Baa,” Wolfram answered playfully, shifting under the duvet. Rolling over to face the duke, he inhaled again, and the other man’s scent from the bedding travelled up the blond’s nostrils then went somewhere up his spine and then down to his groin. “Yes, I’m fine.”
“Good.”
Wolfram watched Eldara toss the wet towel onto the chair. “Any news?”
The duke shook his head. “No, not really.” Wolfram was looking at him intently, and Eldara’s eyebrows rose. “What?”
“Mmm… The promise. How about now?”
It took Eldara a few moments to understand what the blond was talking about. He laughed softly. “You don’t need to ask.”
Wolfram tugged at Eldara’s shoulders. The duke let himself be pulled down, his back resting on the mattress, while his head fell onto the blond’s lap. His hands slipped in between the folds of the other man’s bathrobe. His palms slid down over Eldara’s chest then over his sides and to the belt. He stopped at the barricade and startled dismantling it. Once done, Wolfram pushed the bathrobe folds to the side, leaving the front of Eldara’s body completely exposed. The sight of his awakening manhood tugged at Wolfram’s own arousal.
Eldara lay still, letting the blond’s hands roam freely over his body. The blond was getting impatient and soon pushed at the duke’s shoulders to get him out of his lap. Eldara turned around while Wolfram threw the duvet off himself and knelt.
The duke reached out for Wolfram. He wanted to kiss the blond, but Wolfram turned his head aside.
“Morning breath,” he muttered. He tugged on Eldara’s arm to guide him further into the bed until the two of them were kneeling in front of each other. He pushed at Eldara’s chest to make him lie down.
His knees spread apart, Eldara flopped onto his back. He rearranged his legs more comfortably and looked up at Wolfram, who had climbed on top of him. The blond lowered his head, and Eldara felt his tongue lap at his left nipple. Wolfram trailed a line of kisses down his chest until his mouth reached Eldara’s penis. He gave the tip a few tentative licks.
Eldara’s fingers slipped into the blond hair. Encouraged, Wolfram braced his hands against the duke’s hips, his tongue reaching out to lick lower before taking the whole length into his mouth. Eldara hummed in pleasure. Wolfram’s head bobbed up and down while his right hand massaged Eldara’s testicles.
Eldara watched the blond working on him. This was the fourth or fifth time that Wolfram had gone down on him and he was improving each time he did. Eldara ruffled the blond hair affectionately, feeling like complimenting his student.
In a few minutes, Wolfram let the hardened organ leave his mouth. He scooted over to the bedside cabinet to open the first drawer with the condoms and ointment. He took out what he needed, and his attention returned to Eldara. The sprawled out duke was watching him with curiosity, anticipation and…some amusement. Wolfram suddenly felt somewhat annoyed. His arousal was definitely still dominant but it was now tinged with irritation.
Slowly, to tease and get back at Eldara, Wolfram started undressing. He demonstratively unbuttoned his pajama top and shrugged it off. He let it fall onto the floor and started working his pajama pants off. Once done, holding the jar of lubricant, he crawled in between Eldara’s legs.
Wolfram scooped out some lubricant with his fingers, and Eldara spread his legs wider, bending them at the knees. The blond took a look at him then grabbed a pillow from Eldara’s side of the bed. Wordlessly, the duke raised his hips, and Wolfram pushed the pillow underneath.
There was a tangible awkwardness between them but the blond wasn’t able to figure out why. The lubricant had warmed up between his fingers, and Wolfram pressed them between the older man’s thighs. Eldara seemed to be relaxed and didn’t react much when the blond’s finger slipped into him. Wolfram rubbed around gently, smearing the lubricant then pulled the fingers out. He scooped up some more ointment, rubbed it between his fingers to warm it up, waited a little, then pushed his digits back into Eldara. He pumped in and out then pressed his fingers forward, searching for that particular spot that usually resulted in waves of pleasure. A soft shiver passed over Eldara’s body.
Wolfram watched how Eldara’s face tensed up every time his fingers brushed against the spongy nub inside him. The head of Eldara’s penis was reddish, the tip leaking precome.
Eldara’s breathing was becoming heavy, and the blond decided that enough preparation had been done. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his discarded pajama bottoms. He found the condom he had tossed onto the duvet earlier and tore the shiny packet open. Again, he felt a little awkward under Eldara’s heated gaze while rolling the condom down his shaft. A little hesitant, but incredibly turned on, he smoothed out the creases and positioned himself at Eldara’s entrance.
The duke reclined his head when he felt Wolfram breach him. He hadn’t done this in a while and felt quite stretched. Wolfram was careful, going in slowly. It was hot and tight. He pushed all the way in and stilled. He had to keep himself still though his body felt the urge to keep going.
The younger male kept incredulously staring at where they were joined, and Eldara couldn’t help chuckling. The sound was husky, his body clenching around the blond, making him hum in surprise.
“And how does it feel?”
Wolfram met Eldara’s eyes and blushed awkwardly. “Amazing,” he muttered. “Can I move?”
Eldara laughed again. “Of course,” he said, lifting his legs and crossing the ankles over the blond’s back.
It really felt incredible to be buried inside another man. Wolfram closed his eyes to fully focus on the pleasure. His body was moving on its own; his hips snapping back and forth. His penis felt great – it was wet, hot and throbbing. The pleasure from his groin slowly spread all over his body. Every time he heard Eldara grunt in pleasure, he thrust in even harder. It felt unbelievable to have control over the other man’s body…and his pleasure.
Wolfram opened his eyes to see the duke’s unfocused gaze locked on the ceiling. The older man’s face was flushed, his chest rising and falling quickly. His hips were meeting Wolfram’s perfectly without fail. Yet, there was something off; Wolfram was able to tell that instinctively.
While thrusting in and out, Wolfram could not help imagining von Sedera appearing in his place. For some reason, he had a feeling that with the other man Eldara allowed himself to relax more; to be more wanton and shameless. There was something that Eldara had about men older than him.
The blond was about to come. He reached out for Eldara’s penis to give it a few firm and quick strokes. His reaction was instant: Wolfram felt him clamp down and couldn’t help the grunt that passed his lips. He, however, kept stroking the older man in time with his thrusts. In a few moments, Eldara’s body tensed and he started coming. Wolfram suddenly found himself unable to thrust into the body underneath him. He didn’t even need to – the sight and the pressure around his penis sent him over the edge as well.
Panting, Wolfram waited for Eldara to relax, then pulled out carefully. He took the condom off, tied a knot as he had seen Eldara do, and threw it onto the floor. He moved aside and lay down next to Eldara.
“And how was it?”
Wolfram looked at Eldara’s face. The duke’s eyes met his. Eldara seemed to be honestly interested, his open, flushed face radiating curiosity. Wolfram thought for a moment. He wasn’t exactly certain.
“Peculiar,” he answered. “Peculiar in a good way.” Wolfram debated with himself whether to voice his observations or not then decided to share them. “I have a feeling that you would have been much more enthusiastic if von Sedera had been in my place.”
“Hmm…” Eldara hummed not certain how to take the statement or what to answer. His preference for older men was a fact, but he had no idea Wolfram could identify his tastes so easily. “Well, yes, probably,” he admitted. “It doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it, though.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Glad to hear.”
TBC
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