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Bloom	By : chayron Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 9095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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
- 42
- 43
- 44
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 43
Shinou’s Temple was a strange, angular building. The walls were dark, and the high-set windows few. The temple was, however, well-preserved and looked-after – one would never think that the building was over a thousand years old. Eldara wondered if they were going to be allowed to look around inside the temple.
A row of evergreens lined the right side of the temple. There was also a garden that stretched further behind the building and into the valley.
As the party drew nearer, the temple appeared to be bigger than it had seemed at first. As the riders drew ever closer, the priestesses gathered on the stairs. Ulrike, the high priestess, stood in front of others, while they waited for the men to come closer. It was incredible that after all these years she still looked like a little girl.
When Demons spoke of their first king, they spoke with respect. It was the man who, together with the Great Sage, had defeated the common enemy and united the nation. When people visited the capital, they usually visited his temple as well. People weren’t allowed to enter the temple, though. Despite this, it was still one of the most famous landmarks.
“Your Majesty,” the high priestess greeted with a bow when the party stopped. She bowed again. “Sage.”
Murata answered the greeting with a nod.
“Hello Ulrike,” the king said, sliding off his black horse. “How have you been?”
Ulrike bowed again. “Everything’s fine, Your Majesty.”
She turned to Conrad and Yozak and nodded, smiling. “Hello.”
The rest of men also climbed off their horses, and Yuuri turned to them to start the introductions.
“This is His Grace von Ashira of Raizgad.”
Not certain what kind of greeting was proper with the high priestess, the duke bowed his head. “Pleased to meet you, milady,” he said smiling. He nodded at the rest of the Miko.
“Ah,” Ulrike said, blushing lightly. She opened her mouth to correct the way the duke had addressed her, then changed her mind and turned to the next unfamiliar person. “And who is this gentleman?”
“Karela Ine, the captain of my suite,” Eldara introduced him.
“Pleased to meet you, milady,” the captain said, bowing respectfully.
“Likewise,” the priestess returned the greeting.
She motioned at the heavy temple door. “Would Your Majesty like to proceed?”
Surprised, the duke glanced at the king. Sensing his expectant look, Yuuri nodded graciously. “I think we would indeed want to see the inside of the temple, if we may?”
“Your Majesty needn’t ever ask,” Ulrike said, ushering all the priestesses back into the temple, making way on the stairs for the men.
Yozak stayed to look after the horses, and the rest of the party started climbing the stairs. Murata thought about staying back as well, then decided to follow the others – it had been a long time since he had visited the temple. It was probably going to be an even longer period until he saw it again as he was going back to Earth tomorrow. Yuuri had decided not to attend the university, but Murata felt that it was a mistake. He didn’t manage to convince the king otherwise either. The Great Sage was returning to Earth alone.
Eldara was surprised to see that, from the inside, the temple looked much bigger than from the outside. The large dome, supported by huge pillars, seemed never-ending, the halls were wide and spacious. The air inside the temple was charged with some kind of magic, it felt as if the walls were humming with tension. This may have been the reason why the temple showed no signs of aging. The strangest thing, however, was the waterfall cascading over the back wall of the temple. A thick stream of water flowed right from the ceiling, down the wall, and disappeared in a small pool on the floor. Since the duke hadn’t noticed any outward signs of the waterfall, he thought that this was either a hi-tech fountain, or, again, some kind of strange magic.
In front of the eccentric waterfall there was a small stage with a crystal ball on it. This was where the high priestess communicated with the soul of the first king and proclaimed his will unto the nation. His current will, in the form of an adolescent boy with dark eyes and hair, was standing right in front of the crystal ball, poking at it. Eldara found it hilarious.
Yuuri felt himself being watched and turned to meet the duke’s eyes. Eldara smiled at him, and the king smiled back, albeit a little uncertainly. Yuuri found von Ashira somewhat unpleasant. The duke was intimidating and Yuuri could not shake off the feeling that the man was looking down on him. Yuuri wondered if others felt similarly when in his presence. Even the duke’s captain, Karela, seemed unapproachable.
Wolfram, however, wasn’t bothered by the duke at all. Yozak got along with Karela tremendously – it was even scary how well the two got along. Yuuri poked the crystal ball again and watched the rainbow colors ripple through it. He wished Wolfram had also taken the sightseeing tour – that would have definitely made it more bearable. Wolfram had actually wanted to go, but Gwendal had thwarted his plans by saying that he had something to discuss with Wolfram.
After they were given a brief tour of the temple and had their questions on the installations and architecture answered, the Miko led them outside to the garden behind the temple.
The garden wasn’t big; its beginning was marked by evergreens that mostly grew in the shadow of the temple. Further away from the building, there were various fruit trees and, in the middle of the garden, a large fountain. The fountain was most peculiar: its base was octagonal, it wasn’t high and it didn’t really spray water. Well, it did but not like any other fountain Eldara had seen.
Fascinated, he came closer to take a look at it. The water was dancing. More precisely, instead of cascading and falling, the water gathered into a shape of a small dancing woman. The transparent water figure danced slowly, its alluring movements compelling one to watch and marvel at its beauty. The weather was still quite cold so patches of snow dotted the ground irregularly, and there were also some fragments of ice sparkling inside the dancing water woman. One moment the ice was in her hair, the other in her arm or leg.
“Magnificent,” Eldara said with admiration, and Yuuri felt proud. He hoped, however, that the duke wouldn’t ask how the fountain worked since he had no idea.
The duke stared at the fountain then took off his right glove and reached out to touch the water. Karela cleared his throat loudly, and the duke’s hand stopped midway. Eldara turned to look at the high priestess.
“Is it safe to touch it?” he asked.
Ulrike nodded. “Yes, Your Grace, it’s absolutely harmless.”
The duke played with the fountain for a few minutes, enthralled. Yuuri was glad he did – it made the man seem more approachable. From the outside, von Ashira appeared to be a man who had all aspects of his life under perfect control. Only this episode and the few answers to nature’s calls on the way to the temple had indicated him to be less statuesque.
At the end of the garden the earth was plowed and ready for gardening. Like most monasteries, this one was no exception; the Miko grew most of their food. Yuuri explained that they primarily lived off the donations from the kingdom, but they were also supported by the local community since the Miko not only propagated the Original King but also offered their help through treating a variety of illnesses.
After looking around the garden, the party bid their farewells and left for Blood Pledge Castle. On their way, they were also going to do some sightseeing in the capital. They planned to circle the capital and enter it from the opposite side, the one the duke and the captain hadn’t seen yet.
Yuuri wondered why exactly von Ashira had arrived at Shin Makoku. It didn’t really seem that he was here just to sightsee but he didn’t appear to be here on business either. Maybe Gwendal knew more – he and the duke had spent the whole morning talking. After their conversation Gwendal had become as gloomy as death itself. Yuuri had wanted to ask him what they had talked about and what happened, but Gwendal had actually brushed him off, ordering Wolfram to come to his study immediately. And so Yuuri had left the two of them there and joined the sightseeing party instead. He hadn’t planned to spend his day travelling but he hadn’t visited Shinou’s Temple in a while and it was a good opportunity.
When they entered the city, Yozak took over a guide’s responsibilities again. With great enthusiasm and pride he kept pointing at buildings and streets and dished out information. The king couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something a bit off with the way Yozak kept glancing at Ine. The duke and the captain rode side by side, yet, for some reason, it felt as if he was mostly talking to Karela. It was as if Yozak was trying to gift-wrap the city and present it to the captain. Their interaction had caused the duke to throw them a few amused glances. By the time they approached Blood Pledge Castle, Yuuri had strongly started suspecting a romance between the two of them.
The sightseeing party ended their tour and entered the premises of Blood Pledge Castle as Wolfram was finishing the ninth circle in the yard on Kerda. Half an hour ago, he had been riding Rendar.
At the sight of the returning party, Wolfram urged his horse towards the men. Once he was closer, Eldara saw his face and knew at once that Wolfram wanted to have a word with him. The blond didn’t appear to be angry, but, it was very likely that, Wolfram hadn’t expected him to reveal his intentions to von Voltaire. Eldara, however, doubted that – Wolfram knew him well enough to presume that that he would intentionally make things tenser. “More difficult” was closer to the truth, Eldara had to admit. His perverse interest in annoying and teasing von Voltaire was going over the board. Eldara sighed.
Yuuri listened to Eldara and Wolfram arranging to meet after dinner. He still kept doing double takes every time he saw Wolfram. The change was amazing, and it was making him feel even more awkward. Before meeting Wolfram, he had badly wished to talk to the blond. He had imagined that they would sit down and clear all the misunderstandings and root out any lingering bitterness. There were some things he had to admit to Wolfram as well. The problem was that he was either busy or it was Wolfram who was busy. The blond spent an awful lot of time with the duke, which was becoming annoying.
They were acting familiarly with each other and, for the hundredth time, Yuuri wondered whether his general impression of the duke and the information he had received about him was faulty. Gwendal had made it his business to ensure that the King of Shin Makoku understood what kind of a manipulative and ruthless bastard von Ashira was. He had even shown Yuuri plenty of documents supposedly proving that fact. Yet, no harm had come to Wolfram during his stay in Raizgad. There had even been rumors about Wolfram intending to marry Halea von Ashira, which, thankfully, had also appeared to be just that – a baseless rumor. Wolfram had obviously been well-cared for and had maintained very friendly ties with the duke. Yuuri wondered if Gunter’s and Gwendal’s animosity towards the duke had a leg to stand on. Yuuri hoped he would find out in the evening.
- - -
Relaxing in the bath, Gwendal closed his eyes. The last few days had been spent in turmoil. It was not that he hadn’t known what was happening between Wolfram and von Ashira. He hadn’t, however, suspected that it would be so serious. Wolfram had confirmed von Ashira’s intentions. When asked what Wolfram’s thoughts concerning the marriage were, his brother looked a little sheepish and said that he wasn’t certain. Wolfram’s uncertainty had infuriated Gwendal at first, but he had calmed down by telling himself that this, at least, meant that he had all the chances to thwart the disagreeable union. The problem was that as soon as he had told Wolfram that the idea was preposterous and not even worth considering, Wolfram became stubborn about it and refused to decline the proposition. Gwendal had spent over an hour trying to persuade Wolfram about the urgency to drop the engagement “like a hot potato” but the blond didn’t budge. He was still thinking about it.
The sudden sound of the door opening and closing indicated that Gwendal wasn’t alone anymore in the royal baths. A familiar figure approached the edge of the pool, and Gwendal groaned mentally. Right. The tourists had finished their sightseeing. How could he have forgotten? There went all hopes of a peaceful and relaxing bath.
Von Ashira nodded respectfully. “Your Highness.”
“Your Grace.”
The duke lowered his towel and toiletries onto the nearby bench and started undressing. His movements were neither too fast nor too slow and they weren’t provocative at all, but Gwendal found himself following Eldara’s hands with awkward curiosity. It seemed that the duke was aware of his attention but said nothing.
Finally, completely naked, von Ashira slid into the pool. Gwendal tried not to stare, but found himself unable to tear his eyes away. Von Ashira was an exceedingly handsome man with a well-built body. Gwendal’s traitorous mind supplied him with an image of Wolfram and von Ashira together in bed. The idea upset him, but he could not help but wonder whether it was good sex that had attracted Wolfram to this man.
Disgusted with himself, Gwendal turned his head aside and pretended to be interested in the row of toiletries next to him. He could hear the duke wetting the sponge and then starting to wash himself. The most sensible thing to do was leave the baths. Yet, the idea made Gwendal feel as if he was considering an escape or capitulation, so he stayed.
From time to time, Gwendal would glance over at von Ashira. He was more or less certain that at any given moment von Ashira was going to suggestively ask him to wash his back. He even wanted the duke to ask him so that he could arrogantly refuse and demonstratively leave the baths.
Nothing of the sort happened, though. Eldara finished washing himself, climbed out, rinsed his body a couple of times with the water from the nearby barrel, dried himself with a towel, dressed in a bathrobe and left. He hadn’t even asked whether he had spoken to Wolfram and what had come of it.
Arrogant bastard, Gwendal decided once more. Von Ashira had obviously known how and what Wolfram would answer.
On his way out, the duke passed the king, who gave him a curious look and nodded at him. At the sight of Yuuri, Gwendal quickly left the pool and started drying himself. As soon as von Ashira’s steps were out of earshot, Yuuri approached Gwendal.
“What did you two talk about in the morning?”
“In the morning…?” Gwendal drawled, wrapping a towel around his waist. “In the morning…” He took another towel to dry his hair. “His Grace simply expressed his admiration of Shin Makoku.”
Yuuri gave Gwendal an insulted look. “No, really, what did he say?”
Not meeting his king’s eyes, Gwendal finished drying his hair. He picked up his clothes. “He said nothing of interest.”
Yuuri turned away to give Gwendal some privacy while he was shrugging on his bathrobe. He was astounded by the lie. It was the first time that Gwendal was lying so obviously and for some reason Von Voltaire was also angry. Whether he was angry about being questioned or about something von Ashira had said Yuuri wasn’t certain.
“Perhaps it would be a good idea to ask Wolfram,” Gwendal offered. Once the suggestion had left his mouth, he wondered why he had said that. Was he still angry with Shibuya? Was he still blaming the king for making Wolfram to go through termination of their engagement? Quite possibly.
Gwendal groaned audibly at the absurdity of the situation and left the baths at high speed before the surprised king could regain his balance and start questioning him again.
- - -
It was unusually quiet at the dinner table. Even Gunter, who normally made certain to create the amiable atmosphere, seemed gloomy. Yuuri tried to break the silence by talking about the day’s sightseeing exploits, and von Ashira politely joined in. About ten minutes later, however, the king’s enthusiasm and the flow of words petered out. The duke managed to keep the conversation going for another ten minutes. At one point he had tried to involve Wolfram into the conversation as well, but von Bielefeld gave him an angered stare and kept his mouth purposely shut.
- - -
“Why did you tell him?” Wolfram asked as soon as Eldara entered his room.
Eldara’s brow rose at the accusing tone, and he gave the blond a cold look. “Was I not supposed to?” he asked, closing the door. “I see nothing secretive in my wish to marry you.”
This kind of frankness made Wolfram think that his dissatisfaction was ridiculous. Eldara indeed had the right to tell his brother about his plans. The problem was that Wolfram suspected that Eldara informed Gwendal just because he felt like annoying him.
“Don’t give me that,” Wolfram grunted. He flopped into the armchair at the window ungracefully. He motioned for the duke to take the armchair next to his, but Eldara remained standing. “I know you just wanted to upset him.”
“Well, yes, that too.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes.
“So what did he tell you?” Eldara asked.
“That you’re a manipulative and calculating bastard,” Wolfram said. “Oh, there was something about being a cunning and ruthless sexual maniac as well and that I, under no circumstances, shall marry you. In short, nothing you wouldn’t have expected him to say.”
Unimpressed, Eldara nodded. “Indeed. I suppose I should have asked about your answer instead.”
“I told him that I was still thinking.”
“Hmm…” Eldara drawled slowly while moving towards the blond’s wardrobe. “And I suppose he told you to stop thinking immediately?”
“That he did. I, however, told him that thinking is my constitutional right.”
Eldara frowned at him. “Your what?”
“My constitutional right. That’s democracy for you.”
“Shin Makoku is a kingdom, it’s a monarchy,” Eldara pointed out, laughing.
“Hahh…” Wolfram sighed. Maybe a few hours ago he would have found it funny as well, but now it wasn’t funny anymore. “Not any longer. I think now it’s a democratic monarchy or monarchic democracy, whichever suits you best.”
“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?”
“Shibuya is…” Wolfram threw his hands up in the air, as if trying to grasp the absurdity of the idea. “He’s doing this again! He wants people to vote for laws… He wants referendums.”
“Hmm…” Eldara shrugged. He didn’t have much to add to the idea. He motioned at the wardrobe. “May I?”
“Of course.”
Eldara opened the wardrobe to peruse its contents. “The problem with that is,” he said, “that most people don’t know what’s good for them. They think they do, but they don’t.”
“Yes, exactly!” Wolfram agreed with him.
“That’s why we do their thinking for them.”
Wolfram eyed the duke’s back. “That was sarcasm, wasn’t it?”
“Well… A little bit,” Eldara said chuckling. “We hate peasants who are too clever for their own good, don’t we?”
“Ugh. Don’t be nasty.”
“And yet we want to keep our position as landlords and masters, don’t we?”
Wolfram gave Eldara’s back a morose look. Eldara was talking lightly, without restrictions. It angered Wolfram, who was used to solemn discussions of the matter and constant repetitions of the responsibilities of the nobility. Why exactly Eldara’s way of talking angered him, he wasn’t able to tell.
“What is this?”
Eldara turned around and Wolfram saw him holding a hanger with a pink nightie in his hand.
Wolfram’s face flushed in embarrassment. Eldara was giving him a curious look that bordered between incredulity and amazement.
“Ah, that...” the blond muttered, his face reddening further.
“Is it yours?” Eldara asked even though Wolfram’s face already said that yes, it was.
Wolfram nodded. “It’s… Erm…” he drawled uncertainly, wondering whether he should tell Eldara to leave it alone or to tell him the truth. “I thought that if I wore it, Yuu…the king would…” Wolfram trailed off, not finishing since it was too shameful to remember.
Incredulous, the duke turned the pink nightie this way and that. His mind supplied the image of the blond wearing it and he grinned. “So you would put it on and wait for him to come to your bed?”
Wolfram grunted. He was growing so flustered that even his ears had gone red. “No, I’d put it on and sneak into his bed.” He turned away at the look on Eldara’s face.
The duke turned his attention back to the nightie. He shook the hanger, making the pink, frilly fabric flutter in the air. It smelled somewhat stale. “Wearing this…thing, sneaking into his bed…. You were incredibly…bold.” The word “desperate” was on Eldara’s tongue but he didn’t voice it.
Wolfram shook his head, chuckling. “No, I was incredibly stupid.”
“Hmm…” The duke took the nightie off the hanger, returned the hanger back into the wardrobe then walked over to the bed and threw the nightie on the duvet. “Put it on?”
Startled a little, Wolfram shifted his gaze from the nightie to Eldara. “Um…no.”
“Why not? You used to wear it.”
“Yes, ‘used’… It was stupid of me and now it’s probably too small anyway.”
“It won’t be – it’s pretty wide and the fabric can stretch.”
“Erm, no, I won’t wear it,” Wolfram said, blushing again.
Eldara grinned at him. “Yes, you will.” He noticed the blond sinking deeper into the armchair and laughed. “C’mon what’s the big deal? Just put it on.”
“Mmno.”
“Just put it on for the last time and throw it away,” Eldara suggested, not giving in.
“You just want to make fun of me,” Wolfram accused him, pouting.
“A little,” Eldara agreed. “But it’s not why I’m asking you to put it on.”
A mischievous spark lit up the duke’s eyes and it made Wolfram hesitate.
“Promise you won’t laugh,” Wolfram demanded, leaving the armchair.
“I can’t promise that,” Eldara said. “I can only promise not to laugh too loudly,” he teased. “C’mon just put it on.”
“Turn away,” Wolfram demanded, walking to the bed to take the nightie.
The request was ridiculous, but Eldara turned to face the wall without a word of protest. He half-expected Wolfram to set the nightie on fire or throw it out of the window but, when he was allowed to turn back around, he was wearing it.
Wolfram frowned at Eldara when he heard him chuckle. He did fit into the nightie, but it was too short now and was stretched uncomfortably over his shoulders and chest. That wasn’t the main problem, though.
“Why are you still wearing your trousers underneath?” Eldara asked, amused. “Take them off. Your underwear too.”
Wolfram shook his head. “No.” Eldara advanced closer to him, and the blond glared at him.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want me to fuck you in it.” Eldara purred, his hands brushing over the blond’s chest, over the nipples that were protruding from behind the stretched fabric.
Wolfram blushed, his eyes widening. “That’s not why I put it on.”
“Liar,” Eldara said, grinning. His hands left Wolfram’s chest to lift the nightie. He started fumbling with the blond’s belt. Wolfram still looked uncertain, and the duke leaned in to give him a reassuring kiss. Once undone, he opened his lover’s trousers and pushed them, together with his underwear down the blond’s hips. Wolfram stepped out of the clothes and kicked them aside.
“Might feel a bit drafty,” the duke chuckled, his hands slipping back under the nightie and sliding up his waist.
“I will make sure you feel as drafty as I do,” Wolfram countered, his hands starting to work on Eldara’s jacket.
Wolfram was already erect. Eldara pressed their mouths together. In a few moments, he felt the blond’s hands slip under his already unbuttoned shirt. He broke the kiss and, with Wolfram’s help, took his jacket off. The blond’s arms wrapped themselves around the duke’s shoulders. Wolfram’s mouth covered his and he suddenly seemed desperate, his kisses strong and demanding.
In a moment, Eldara shed his shirt and kicked his boots off. There was something about Wolfram and the garment. Despite the blond hesitancy to put it on, it was clear that, in the past, he had imagined Shibuya giving in. In his sexual fantasies he and the nightie had probably been victorious countless times, the king taking him over and over.
“Ah!” Wolfram grunted when Eldara pushed him towards the bed.
The duke’s hands were groping him through the nightie, squeezing, stroking, touching. The thin layer of fabric between their chests was most exciting. They flopped into the bed. Eldara started taking his trousers off. Wolfram lifted the hem of the nightie, intending to take it off. Eldara pushed his hands down.
“No, leave it on.”
“Pervert,” Wolfram said, chuckling. “Don’t think that I’ll wear something like this again.”
“Once is enough,” Eldara agreed, flinging the front of the nightie higher up, revealing the previously hidden length again. Wolfram’s lust-hooded eyes were following him as he crouched lower in between the blond’s legs. He seized the erection and licked the tip. Wolfram’s eyelids fluttered but he kept his eyes open, watching Eldara’s tongue wash over his penis. The erotic sight of the man pleasuring him with his mouth was probably as arousing and intense as the fellatio itself.
Eldara sucked him, playing with his jewels, making him harden more and more. He, however, had no intention of making Wolfram come this way. He let the length slip out of his mouth. Wolfram shifted impatiently, wishing he returned to what he had been doing.
“Do you want me here?” he asked, brushing over the puckered entrance between the blond’s legs. He saw Wolfram shiver at the touch.
“Yes,” the blond said, spreading his legs lightly.
Eldara’s thumb rubbed over the twitching entrance to excite him even more. “You’ve become so lewd…”
“Is that bad?”
The duke chuckled. He slipped one finger inside the blond and watched him arch his back in pleasure of being penetrated. “You keep asking me that…” Eldara muttered, his voice serious. “No, it’s good. You’re more honest this way.”
He played with the blond for some time, pushing his finger in and out, rubbing, rolling, and watching how Wolfram’s erection was getting bigger and fuller; how his balls swelled. Wolfram’s breathing had become faster too.
“Put it in,” Wolfram said, spreading his legs wider apart, showing he was ready for a much bigger toy. The fingers left him, the duke shifting closer to him. A blunt head pressed against him instead. It started filling him slowly. When it seemed it was fully sheathed inside him, Wolfram exhaled softly. Then it slid even deeper, Wolfram’s mouth opening in a silent ‘oh’.
He loved anal sex. Eldara had warned him not to have it too often due to hemorrhoids or fissures occurring in some men but he was tougher than Humans. He could handle it. He loved when he was filled and Eldara was panting above him. It felt incredible, just like now; the movement inside him…the heat.
Wolfram’s eyes opened when the other man slipped out of him.
“Turn around,” Eldara said, lowering the blond’s legs to the mattress.
Wolfram complied quickly, getting on his four. Hands settled on his hips and he felt himself being maneuvered, his thighs being spread wider apart. Then Eldara’s penis slid back into him, forcing a satisfied groan to leave his mouth. It went even deeper in that position. Wolfram lowered his upper body to the mattress while his backside stayed up in the air.
Eldara started fucking him in earnest at once, and Wolfram was waiting to feel that particular tingle that signaled that he was nearing his orgasm.
Panting, Wolfram rubbed his face against the pillow – sweat was stinging his eyes. Yes, he could feel it starting to spread through his body. He was almost there.
Eldara was balls-deep in Wolfram when he noticed the door open. He stopped moving, and his eyes fixed on Shibuya’s shocked face. Eldara was no less surprised. Wolfram saw the king as well and grunted something out, his face reflecting his horrified confusion. His body, though, decided that it was the perfect time to cum, which he did, and quite spectacularly. Eldara frowned at the intense feeling of Wolfram’s muscles squeezing around him.
Without saying a word, his eyes wide as moons, Yuuri fled the room.
Eldara carefully pulled out. The look of pure disbelief on the king’s face made him go soft. “Uh. What the hell?” he muttered, surprised both by being caught in the act by Yuuri Shibuya of Shin Makoku and Wolfram coming at that exact moment.
“You can fucking say that again,” Wolfram grunted, pushing him away. He flopped on his back. He hoped this was just a nightmare. He blinked dazedly at the ceiling then turned over. Everything just seemed surreal.
“He must have heard us miles ahead,” Eldara said still confused, Shibuya’s shocked face in his mind. He settled next to Wolfram. What exactly was so shocking about him and Wolfram having sex? “Why did he enter?”
“Because he’s one clueless idiot and because he has never expected I could really…” Wolfram exhaled into the pillow in one breath. “Ah, fuck it,” he moaned in distress.
Eldara stroked the blond’s back soothingly. Wolfram lay face-first in the bedding; his upper arms crossed over his head. He seemed to have gone into shock.
“Was he really here?” Wolfram finally managed a few minutes later.
“Yes.”
Eldara stroked the younger man’s back again. Shibuya had left as soon as he had regained his senses but not before having gotten an eyeful. Wolfram had lost his sense of reality. It was strange how his body had reacted against his will.
“Tell me I’m dreaming.”
“I’m afraid I can’t say that,” Eldara said softly. He leaned down to press a kiss to the blond’s shoulder blade. “It’s not such a big deal, Wolfram.”
The blond’s head whipped around to glare at him. The eyes were reddish and teary and Eldara couldn’t help reaching out to stroke the blond hair. He could see that the action made Wolfram want to smack at his hand but the younger man didn’t dare. With a sigh, the duke retracted his hand. Instead, he lay down next to the blond and covered them with the sheets. It was best to try and sleep it off.
Wolfram lay still for a few minutes then shifted closer to Eldara. Sensing his discomfort, the duke closed the distance between their bodies and wrapped his arm around the blond’s back.
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