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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
- 46
- 47
- 48
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 47
Yozak and Karela watched the scene from behind the bushes. From their distance, they weren’t able to hear a word but there was something significant about the sight before them. The three men were now sitting quietly in the makeshift alcove. The king was absently playing with his fingers on his lap, Wolfram was watching the soldiers gentling their horses in the yard, and the duke was eating raisins from a nearby table.
“One silver for their engagement being called off,” Yozak muttered.
“Two silver for their engagement being called off,” Karela whispered.
Yozak frowned. “That’s not much of a bet. Shouldn’t you be more supportive of your master?”
“I’m supportive but not stupid.”
Yozak chuckled. Silently, they continued watching.
“Why don’t you take your time to make your decision?” Eldara suggested to Wolfram.
Yuuri fully agreed with the duke but didn’t dare voice his opinion so as not to spoil this triumphant moment – currently, Wolfram was so dead-set against anything he said that he would probably do the opposite just to spite him.
“There’s no time to take,” Wolfram pointed out somewhat sarcastically. “In a week, people will start gathering to celebrate our engagement.”
“Well, we will just have to apologize then. It’s probably not too late to send out cancelation letters.”
“Or you could just pretend to drop dead during the party,” Wolfram suggested. “We would bury you, then dig out at night and secretly sail back to Raizgad.”
Eldara laughed. “That would probably work.”
Wolfram looked away from him to blankly stare at the people and beasts in the yard. The feeling was strange, something between weightless incredulity and horrifying certainty. It was surreal.
Wolfram sighed and shook himself quickly. “Don’t worry,” he grunted, “I won’t force you to marry against your will. We will call it off, of course.”
“It’s not exactly against my will,” Eldara said, and Wolfram rolled his eyes wondering how long the duke would keep this up. “It’s just that it’s not a very good idea. All you’re doing now is just blindly trying to escape His Majesty Shibuya.”
“Wasn’t I your back-up plan as well?”
“It was obviously a bad idea,” Eldara said.
Wolfram chuckled. “You’re getting soft, admitting your mistakes…”
“You’ve got me cornered.”
It seemed that the discussion was over. Yuuri, who hadn’t said a word during the exchange, was afraid to even move so as not to set off a new wave of conversation. He was very content about the outcome.
- - -
“We are calling off the engagement,” Wolfram announced at dinner.
It was silent at first. Gwendal shot a look to von Ashira. Von Voltaire wasn’t surprised by this turn of events. He was also aware of the king’s suppressed smile. He looked as content as a goat. The only one who seemed somewhat upset was Cecilie, but that wasn’t going to last as Gwendal knew from experience.
“I see,” Gwendal muttered. “Is that a new sport? Calling off the engagements? What shall we call it? Make sure you won’t change your mind in two days.”
Blushing, Wolfram glared at him. “Shouldn’t you be exceedingly happy instead of angry? Weren’t you against it from the start?”
“I’m angry because it happened at all.”
Wolfram suddenly snapped. “Yeah, sorry I snatched him first! Why don’t you just-?!”
“Wolfram,” Eldara said, “you-”
“Don’t interrupt me!” Wolfram hissed at the duke.
“Errm, of course,” Eldara said. “It’s just that your sleeve is in your soup...”
Wolfram glanced down quickly and lifted his arm. “Shit.” He quieted down and grabbed a few napkins to dry his sleeve. A few moments later he realized that he had said too much. He gave Gwendal an apologetic look then Eldara. His brother ignored him while the duke gave him an amiable smile. It seemed that Eldara was the only one who understood what he was going through.
“The invitations have been sent,” Gunter complained. “Hundreds of chickens, pigs and goats have been ordered for this occasion. All for naught! Such a waste, such a shame!”
“Well, why don’t we marry Gwendal and Eldara off?” Cecilie suggested, smiling. She looked at her eldest son. “That way nothing would go to waste.”
Yuuri burst out laughing. No one else was laughing, and his laughter died at the looks on everyone’s faces. He stared at von Voltaire, whose facial expression was most peculiar.
Gwendal glared at his mother. “Let’s eat,” he said.
- - -
“Your dearest mother is full of the strangest ideas,” Eldara said, taking his usual seat in the chair in front of von Voltaire’s desk. In truth, Cecilie’s perceptiveness was making him uncomfortable.
“That’s Lady Cecilie von Spitzweg for you,” Gwendal corrected him.
“Yes, yes, Lady von Spitzweg,” Eldara agreed compliantly. “Even though she and I are on a first-name basis,” he added.
“Don’t you even think of sinking your claws into her!”
“How did you even get that idea?”
Getting comfortable in his seat, Gwendal shot him a look. “I wouldn’t put it past you.” He pushed a few documents and envelopes aside to clear the desk in front of him.
Eldara sighed. He didn’t bother to reply. There was mostly discomfort in von Voltaire’s voice. The man wasn’t looking at him either, concentrated on the surface of his desk, his fingers tapping on it lightly.
The older man shifted in his seat and stood up again. He went to the cabinet.
“Want a drink?”
Eldara shrugged. “Sure.”
In several moments, two glasses and a bottle of white wine appeared on the desk. Von Voltaire filled the glasses and they drank quietly.
Gwendal lowered his glass back to the desk. He watched the beads of wine on the walls drip steadily downwards to join the remains of the pale, yellow liquid at the very bottom the glass.
“You have a crush on me, don’t you?” he said.
Eldara choked on his wine, and Gwendal looked up. Von Ashira pushed his glass aside and grabbed a napkin then proceeded to cough for a few minutes until his face turned purple. Gwendal watched him quietly.
“You alright?” he asked once the bout had mostly passed.
“Y-yes, thank you,” Eldara breathed out. “Wh-who the hell gave you that idea?” He coughed again.
“You can fool Wolfram and others but you can’t fool me,” Gwendal said. Staring at the duke, he tapped the edge of his glass.
Eldara shook his head. “I wasn’t able to fool Wolfram either.”
“He knew?”
“Yes.”
Eldara jumped in surprise as Gwendal slammed his palms onto the desk, the sound ringing like a shot.
“So this damned engagement was a farce from the very beginning?” von Voltaire growled out at the startled duke.
An affirmative answer clearly was not welcome even though Eldara didn’t understand what difference it made as, in the end, the engagement had never gone through. “No, I don’t think so,” he said, folding the damp napkin and setting it on the desk. “Wolfram and I, we were ready to carry it out. That was until His Majesty Shibuya asked Wolfram not to marry me.”
“Did he confess?”
Eldara was uncertain about that. “It wasn’t exactly a confession.”
“Then what was it?”
The duke shrugged. “He was asking for time to ascertain his feelings.” Interested, Eldara watched von Voltaire’s hands turn into fists.
Gwendal spat angrily, “That…” He trailed off but it was obvious that there was much more that he wanted to add to that sentence. “And what did Wolfram say?” he asked instead.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Eldara suggested. “A brotherly conversation must be much more comfortable than this one.” Von Voltaire appeared to be impatient, and, with a roll of his eyes, Eldara complied. “He didn’t say anything, but it had come to the point where we decided to terminate the engagement.”
“And thank the gods for that.”
The duke rolled his eyes again. He took the glass he had abandoned earlier and sipped the last drops. Gwendal took the bottle and filled it again. He thought about filling his own but lowered the bottle without doing that. Gwendal put his hands on the desk and interlaced his fingers. Just in case he felt the urge to strangle the pompous bastard. Eldara’s conceited smirk, excited sapphire eyes and dark violet hair that clung all over the younger man’s shoulders irritated him to no end.
“So, basically, you did all this to attract my attention?” von Voltaire summed up, exasperated.
The duke pretended to think. “Well, yes,” he said in a moment, “basically.”
Von Voltaire eyed him sternly. The duke stared back at him.
“You’re a bloody idiot,” Gwendal declared.
Chuckling, von Ashira gave him an amused look. “Most people are of opinion that I’m rather smart.”
“You’re a bloody idiot,” Gwendal repeated. Unconsciously, his fingers separated and his palms pressed into fists. “He nearly married you!”
“I dare say that wouldn’t have been such a bad outcome.”
“You…” Gwendal hissed. “Stop talking nonsense! It would have been a bloody disaster and you know it!”
The duke shrugged. “Maybe. The plan, however, was successful, wasn’t it?” he said, a satisfied grin on his face.
Something short-circuited in Gwendal’s brain, and he jumped from his chair. It took only a second to round the desk and, suddenly, he was in front of Eldara, dragging the duke up to his feet. He shoved the startled man backwards. Eldara stumbled, nearly falling over. He righted himself but Gwendal shoved at his chest again, and the duke’s back hit the wall. Von Voltaire drew up in front of the duke.
Wondering if Gwendal was going to hit him, Eldara stared at the other man’s furious visage. Von Voltaire was a little taller than him. His breath smelled of wine and recently eaten steak. There was also a trace of aftershave in the air. Eldara had noticed that von Voltaire didn’t use any other cologne.
Eldara was hard. Only when Gwendal felt him against his thighs did he become aware of their proximity. The other man’s obvious erection seemed to make von Voltaire even more outraged if that was even possible.
“You’re such a…” Gwendal growled out. He never finished the sentence because he suddenly found himself claiming that smirking mouth with his. His hands pressed against Eldara’s shoulders to keep him in place. The duke, however, wasn’t even thinking about going anywhere.
“Not trying to break free?” Gwendal mocked, raising his head. He pinned Eldara’s wrists to the wall. The question was absurd, but Gwendal just had to ask out of spite.
“Do you want me to struggle?” the duke asked. “I can if that will turn you on more.”
Gwendal didn’t answer anything. It didn’t make any sense for the younger male to struggle when he was obviously so into it. Von Voltaire hadn’t had many lovers but he had had his share of them. None of them, however, had ever been as eager and as stubborn as von Ashira. There was something about him, Gwendal knew, that usually put others off. It never lasted. He wasn’t a romantic soul. He found relationships bothersome and draining. People didn’t approach him either. If he found someone worthy of his attention, he had to work for it. He had always been the pursuer. Von Ashira, though… That was probably what made him so excited.
Gwendal let go of Eldara’s wrists, and the younger man’s arms wrapped around his shoulders. The annoying smirk had disappeared from the duke’s lips. His face was somewhat flushed, his pupils dilated and eyes hungry. The sight made Gwendal lose it again.
“You’re such a…” he grunted out for the second time.
Eldara chuckled, and his hands slid off Gwendal’s back to the front of his military jacket. He started fumbling with the buttons. To hurry it up, von Voltaire was already undoing his belt. In a few moments Eldara pushed the jacket and shirt out of his way. Gwendal’s trousers, together with his underwear, went down his hips and legs and pooled down at his ankles. He shivered when von Ashira’s fingers wrapped around his length. He was hard, probably no less hard than Eldara. It had been over two years since he had done anything sexual with someone else.
Von Ashira gave the cock several strokes. He noted how von Voltaire’s eyes widened at first then closed. Gwendal was a little bigger than he had expected. The length wasn’t a problem, but the girth would need time to get used to.
Their position didn’t make much sense, and von Ashira turned them around so that now it was Gwendal whose back was resting against the wall. He didn’t resist either as one of his most vital organs was in Eldara’s hand.
Eldara stroked Gwendal’s cock feeling how it became even larger and hotter. He, however, was no less interested in Gwendal’s face. Von Voltaire had his eyes closed, his breath coming out in puffs. He seemed not to be able to believe what was going on. That, however, didn’t prevent him from enjoying it. Eldara slid down to his knees. He felt Gwendal tense in anticipation and pushed the foreskin back.
Von Voltaire’s mouth fell open as the tip of his penis was engulfed by a wet, soft cavern. Eldara’s tongue pushed against the slit, and Gwendal’s knees nearly buckled. His hand slid into the younger male’s shoulder-length hair and found purchase there.
Gwendal was mostly quiet, Eldara noticed. He was swallowing even his grunts. He was somewhat out of breath, his face still locked in slight disbelief. His eyes were open now, watching his length slide in and out of Eldara’s mouth. At some point the instinctive urge to thrust had become too overwhelming, and Eldara had to keep his hips in place to stop himself from choking.
His dick felt wonderful. Gwendal swallowed loudly, his fingers digging deeper into von Ashira’s scalp. He was staring down at von Ashira’s face, at his cock in the duke’s ravenous mouth. He found the sight exhilarating. He would have found it even more overwhelming if not for those overly satisfied sapphire eyes staring up at him from down below. It was clear that he was just as much in control as von Ashira let him be. Maybe that was what turned him on most, though. Dominance plays excited him.
Gwendal grunted when Eldara sucked harder. He came with a soft sigh. He didn’t even think of warning von Ashira. Just as he had thought, the duke had no complaints, swallowing everything that had come out.
With one last lick at the head and a gentle tug at the hairy testicles, Eldara stood up. Von Voltaire was watching him from under half-lidded eyes. Gwendal took several moments to regain his bearings. He bent down to gather his underwear and trousers and pulled them on. He buttoned them and buckled his belt.
Von Voltaire’s hand pressed against the front of Eldara’s trousers. He traced the outline of the other man’s hard cock.
“Take them off,” he ordered, removing his hand.
Eldara didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers quickly found his belt and unbuckled it. The buttons came next, and the trousers fell to the floor, followed by the underwear. The duke gasped as Gwendal seized him firmly. It seemed that the man didn’t like to feel indebted. Eldara, though, didn’t think Gwendal should feel that way since he was certain that he was the one getting all the perks. Maybe Gwendal suspected that too.
Some precome had appeared on the tip, and von Voltaire smeared it over the length. Eldara had a nice cock; neither too large nor too small, the shape was ordinary as well. The pubic hair was just a shade darker than his hair. Violet pubic hair was quite exotic in Shin Makoku, not that one could walk around flaunting it. Gwendal could not help thinking that this same cock had probably been buried in his brother’s ass countless times. He didn’t quite understand how he felt about it.
Eldara was swaying lightly with every stroke, and Gwendal took the initiative of turning them around again. He pushed von Ashira against the wall, continuing to stroke. The duke’s blue eyes were fixed on him as if they were trying to take in every detail of his face.
Von Ashira was close now, his eyelids finally fluttering shut. Gwendal stroked faster, noting how von Ashira’s hips were desperately trying to thrust into his fist. Blindly, with his left hand, von Voltaire groped around in his pockets for a handkerchief. The dick was slick and hot in his hand. It was starting to pulsate now. Eldara opened his eyes, his right hand coming down to cover Gwendal’s. He felt the handkerchief in between them and moved his hand aside again. Everything had been taken care of thus there was no reason for him to hold back.
The duke made quite a face when he came, not to mention the strange guttural moan that had escaped his mouth. Gwendal would have liked to see more, but he was busy making certain that nothing spilled over from the napkin. Once Eldara finished, Gwendal wiped him as best as he could and tossed the napkin to the floor. Not much had come out. Eldara had probably been busy with Wolfram. The thought made Gwendal grimace. He watched von Ashira pull his trousers up and tuck himself in.
“You’re hard again,” the duke noted with a glance between Gwendal’s legs. “Shall we repeat?”
“No, thanks,” Gwendal said, turning away. “At this rate, this could probably take all night.”
Eldara’s brows rose. “I don’t mind.”
“But I do.”
Gwendal circled the desk and seated himself back in his chair. Eldara followed his example and returned to his seat as well. He picked up his glass and chugged down the wine. His throat felt dry.
“You brothers are unique,” he said, lowering the glass.
“Hm?” Gwendal snorted. “Are you going to sample Conrart as well?”
Eldara chuckled. “Oh no, Weller’s already been sampled by my captain and quite thoroughly at that.”
Von Voltaire gave him an uncertain look. That was obviously news for him. “Ine?” he asked, still doubtful.
“Yes, Karela Ine. To be honest, I think Yozak is making a mistake letting it happen, but that’s none of my business.”
Gwendal inclined his head. “You’re right. It’s none of your business.”
Eldara was aware that von Voltaire was upset by the news. He seemed to be off-balance. There were more reasons for him to be off-balance, of course, than his half-brother’s love adventures. The duke decided to keep quiet for once.
Von Voltaire leaned back in his chair with a sigh and closed his eyes. He was aware of von Ashira’s curious silence but ignored it. There was too much drama going on all around him. He wasn’t used to this. His brothers had somehow managed to get themselves into demanding affairs, and he had gotten caught in the middle of them. Wolfram was finally through with von Ashira, but gods only knew how it was going to end with Shibuya. Conrart and Yozak’s relationship had always been abnormal. They had been together for most of their juvenile and adult lives. It wasn’t clear when their friendly relationship had turned into something more but once it had, it didn’t go as expected. From time to time, they would switch to other people then get back together again. The pattern was always the same. They weren’t simple sex friends either. There had been a few public jealousy bouts, which had mostly come from Conrart. Yozak, though, was no less possessive even though he pretended otherwise. It was a complicated relationship that no sane man in Shin Makoku wanted to interfere with. It only seemed to be predictable that they had involved a foreigner who hadn’t known better.
And now von Ashira.
Gwendal opened his eyes to look at the duke. Eldara was absently playing with his wineglass, watching the bubbles explode at the surface. He was definitely attracted to the man; he liked his assertiveness and confidence. Gwendal had never been particular about looks, but the duke was undeniably pleasant to the eye as well. He would certainly like to spend more time with von Ashira doing similar things to what they had done just now. This attraction, however, was leading nowhere.
The duke sensed the gaze and met von Voltaire’s eyes. Gwendal sighed again. “What am I going to do with you?”
Eldara gave him a suggestive smile. “Anything you want.”
ooOoOoOoo
Wolfram and Gunter were in the Royal Garden, sitting on a bench in the shade of a jasmine bush. They were going to bloom in a few weeks, the buds hardly visible yet. The weather was as pleasant as it could get in the late spring.
Wolfram was telling Gunter about his winter stay in Raizgad. He was mostly talking about Salt, the duke’s cat, and how it lifted everyone’s (mainly Wolfram’s) spirits during the civil war. He thought they should get a cat too. Gunter pointed out that there were plenty of cats running around the castle and in its premises. The cats were necessary to control the pest population. Wolfram gave this a thought and admitted that, yes, he had seen a handful of cats near the stables and the kitchen larder. He explained though, that he was talking about a cat that wasn’t feral, was clean and liked to be stroked.
“All of them like to be stroked as long as you have something edible in your hand,” Gunter said. “And you can just toss them into a lake to wash up.”
Wolfram decided that it was pointless to talk about it with Gunter. The blond suspected that, after tossing a cat into a lake, no amount of bribery would earn back its trust. He wanted to hear a cat purr not hiss at him. Gunter, obviously, didn’t see a difference.
“Ah, I remembered that Gwendal and I arranged to meet at about noon. I had better go.”
That was rather sudden, and Wolfram gave von Christ a surprised look. At the same time, over Gunter’s shoulder, he spotted the king heading their way.
“Have fun,” Wolfram muttered to Gunter’s back. In truth, he wished for von Christ to stay. Any conversation with Yuuri threw him off balance, and he ended up turning back into that uncertain teenager that he felt so annoyed with. Yuuri had the ability to stir his emotions up to the point where he didn’t know what he really felt.
The king took Gunter’s seat. He and Wolfram hadn’t spoken since it was decided to terminate the engagement. For a few moments they sat quietly. Yuuri noticed that this time Wolfram appeared not as tense and hostile as all the previous times. The blond just sat there waiting for him to speak up.
As Yuuri stayed silent, Wolfram spoke first, “I will wait for my leg to heal and then I will return to Lesa Fort.”
“And then?”
“Hmm…I’ll probably return to my land and eventually replace my uncle. It will take time, of course, to learn the ropes.”
“You’re running away again,” Yuuri said accusingly, his voice permeated both with dread and discontent.
“The fact that I cancelled the engagement with von Ashira does not automatically mean that I am interested in you. Let us just separate as friends like last time.”
Yuuri snorted. “Like last time? Are you talking about that kind of friendship where you piss off to the back of beyond and the only thing you write about in your letters is the weather?”
Embarrassed, Wolfram ruffled through his blond hair. He gave Yuuri a look. “Why can’t you understand that I have spent almost an entire year trying to forget you? I have finally persuaded myself that nothing has ever been possible between us, and here you come expecting me to believe the opposite? This doesn’t even make any sense! How did you even…? How did it come to this?”
This was the question Yuuri didn’t have the answer to. Just like Wolfram, he didn’t understand it either. Expectantly, Wolfram was watching him, and Yuuri felt compelled to try and explain.
“Mm… I think it’s that banal ‘you never know what you have until you lose it’.”
“That’s bullshit.”
The king hummed, disagreeing. He wondered if he would ever be able to properly explain it to Wolfram. It was probably impossible. “Not exactly,” he said. “There is no logic to this sort of thing, you see. It just…started that way. It’s not like you were the only one suffering when we separated. It felt as if it was all my fault, and…”
Wolfram grunted. “Keeping in mind the current situation, it sure was!”
“Anyway,” Yuuri continued, “then you were kidnapped. I don’t think you realize how worried I was. I blamed myself again. You know, there were countless times when I wished I could accept your feelings, accept you. Everything would have been so much easier that way, I thought. None of that would have happened.”
The blond wondered about that. He had been so blind, so in love back then that he would have probably accepted this kind of pity.
“And then you appeared in Raizgad, wounded but alive. I felt incredibly relieved and...” Yuuri trailed off uneasily. “I know that my letters were far from perfect, but I hoped to maintain our friendship or, if it was no more, to renew it. I wrote about mundane things that I thought would remind you of home. Your sarcastic, crisp replies always hurt me. You wanted distance, meanwhile I was completely afraid of it.
“Then you returned. I’m still amazed at how much you’ve changed… And then, when I saw the two of you in your bedroom… That was probably the rudest wake-up call there is. I found out that he wanted to marry you. Oh boy, was I frustrated. I already wanted to see myself in his place. I can’t stand him.”
“You c-”
“Let me finish,” Yuuri said sternly. “I thought that maybe it was alright, that I deserved it, and shouldn’t interfere. Then you fell off the horse and got hurt. And it nearly drove me mad to see you trust him more than me, to see him take care of you. After all these years and you trust not me but some man you met hardly half a year ago! And I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.” Yuuri gave an exaggerated shrug to mark the end of his story.
They sat quietly, the king hopeful, Wolfram thinking about what he had heard. Yuuri’s explanation wasn’t very enlightening – it was rather a brief summary of key elements that had played a major part in Yuuri’s feelings. Wolfram still didn’t understand how it had all come to this moment. He felt confused, even more confused than when Yuuri had told him about his “possible” feelings for the first time.
Suddenly, Yuuri let out a chuckle. Wolfram looked at him.
“Don’t you find it funny how the tables have turned?”
“No, I don’t.”
Yuuri lowered his head. “Me neither.” He sighed. “Listen, you’ve been absent for nearly a year. A lot of things happened. I understand this may sound…”
“Exactly. A lot of things happened,” Wolfram agreed with him, sarcastically. “Only after I became engaged to another man did you decide that you might be interested in me. What is wrong with men that they find taken people to be so much more appealing than single ones?”
Irritated, Yuuri shook his head. “Didn’t you hear anything I said?”
“Yuuri, what exactly do you want from me? Don’t you realize how cruel you’re being?”
“I want you to give us one more chance.”
Wolfram sighed in exasperation. “How is that possible? You would faint at the very sight of an erect dick.”
The younger male blushed at the crude wording. “I didn’t. Remember?” His blush deepened even more while he was considering his answer. “You know, that time you and von Ashira… After that I couldn’t stop imagining it. I wanted to be in his place. I was incredibly envious.”
Wolfram gave him a skeptical look. It did seem that it had taken Yuuri a lot to admit the fact, but the blond found his shyness and the eager look in his dark eyes disturbing.
“I am certain that you will find many willing partners to experiment on.”
Yuuri nearly slapped him. “I’m telling you that I like you, and you’re making fun of me! It’s not just curiosity!”
“I’ve spent nearly a year trying to forget you! Do you even understand how I feel now?!” Wolfram hissed.
Yuuri squirmed uncomfortably, lowering his head. He did feel guilty, but he didn’t even think about backing off. “Who cares about that year, Wolfram? You keep repeating that, but what difference does it make?”
“It makes me feel stupid, you idiot!” Wolfram exploded at him. “And you don’t even care about my feelings! All I hear is – you, you and you! And what about me? You don’t even know if I still like you!”
“Oh gods!” Yuuri threw his hands apart, rolling his eyes upwards at the sky. “Of course you like me.”
Wolfram nearly sputtered in indignation. “Where the hell is that confidence coming from?”
Yuuri put his hand over his heart. “From here.”
Wolfram grinned involuntary while his eyebrows rose in disbelief. “That has got to be the cheesiest shit I’ve ever heard.”
His face red, Yuuri lowered his arm. “Well, at least I win at something.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. He felt a little woozy and unstable. “I had no idea you could be so persistent.”
The king gave him an insulted look. “Of course I can be persistent.”
He could really be persistent when he wanted. However, most of the persistence Wolfram had seen concerned peace pacts and treaties.
“You surprise me,” Wolfram repeated. He rubbed at his forehead, trying to somewhat alleviate the building up pressure behind his eyes.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Neither.”
Yuuri leaned forward on his bench and rested his elbows on his thighs. He stared at his boots. “So what is your answer?” he asked a few moments later.
“I will think about it,” Wolfram muttered.
The king’s face beamed at him. “Really?”
“Yes.”
After a minute of silence Yuuri asked tentatively, “Can we try kissing?”
“No.”
TBC
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