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There's Anger In Love	By : kre8tive Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 4047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I do not own Kyo kara maoh. I only own a car that’s starting to run on air because of $4/gallon gas prices.

Chapter 5 – Facing Reflections

Wolfram narrowed his eyes, “So how much of these actions of your have been from guilt?” Yuuri averted his eyes from Wolfram’s suspicious ones for a few seconds. “Only alil bit. I can’t help it if I feel guilty. I know a lot of your hurt is my fault, but not everything is out of guilt. And there’s something else I want to do that’s not out of guilt.” Wolfram raised one of his eyebrows, questioning Yuuri with his gaze. “And what would that be?”

Yuuri smiled. “Slide over”

“What?”

“Slide over Wolf.”

“Yuuri, what are you up to? I really can’t take much more tonight.” Wolfram laid in the bed on his side, still debating internally whether or not to let Yuuri in the bed on his side.

“I promise Wolfram, the last thing I want to do is complicate things. This is just something I want to do, to see if I can do. For us. For me. And… for you.”

Wolfram was still highly suspicious of Yuuri, but he knew the wimp would never do anything to hurt him intentionally, and he also knew his curiosity and inner instinct trusted Yuuri anyway.

With that in mind, Wolfram cautiously slid over in the bed, keeping his eyes on Yuuri the whole time, trying to watch the look in his eyes, his body language, the way he moved, any kind of giveaway hint to what Yuuri was thinking about. When Yuuri said this was for them, Wolfram couldn’t help but let his mind wander some.

Could Yuuri really want to accept him? Could this be some sort of trick and Wolfram really was going to be betrayed? Could Yuuri really try, something, tonight? Or worse… could Yuuri actually tell him that he’s leaving him and will never see him again after tonight? Wolfram’s head was burning with thoughts that included his future with his currently unpredictable fiancé.

Yuuri watched Wolfram as he slid over in a cautious and watchful manner. It hurt him to see that. Had Yuuri really hurt Wolfram to the point that all initial trust he had with the blond had been damaged so much? Yuuri felt that twinge in his chest that was closely related to disappointment.

When Wolfram pulled the covers back for Yuuri to climb in, Yuuri couldn’t help but hesitate. This was a defining moment to him, and a big stepping stone. He started to twiddle his fingers a bit and stared at the empty spot on the bed for a few long seconds.

“Well, I don’t think the sheets will see you standing there looking stupid and then jump up to snatch you and hold you down just so you’ll be forced to be next to me, even though this was your request.” The sarcastic tone in Wolframs voice did not fully hide the slight nervousness he felt inside, in which Yuuri picked up on. The atmosphere was quickly turning into an awkward one as Yuuri did nothing but stand and look at the bed for a few more long moments.

Heart beating rapidly, Yuuri closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before getting in the bed. He did so in a visibly nervous manner and when he was finally under the covers, he noticed just how close to Wolfram he was. Wolfram had slid over, but only enough to place his head on the other end of the pillow, which seemed noticeably shorter with Yuuri sharing it. Their noses were now only a few inches apart, and Yuuri started feeling even more nervous about being so intimately close in Wolfram’s personal space like this of his own free will.

While Yuuri was visibly nervous, the quietness and Yuuri’s awkward movements and being in such close proximity with Yuuri without him complaining and backing off was starting to get to Wolfram as well. He still didn’t know what Yuuri’s objective was, and he never thought he could feel as anxious to find out something as he did now. But what really scared him was if whatever Yuuri had in mind was something he wasn’t going to like. He was still kinda mad with the wimp, and he wasn’t in the mood for any half-hearted attempts to reconcile, but Wolfram knew he would be devastated if Yuuri hurts him again after everything that’s happened tonight. He was tired of tug-and-war with his feelings.

In the dark, Wolfram started at Yuuri, eyes filled with anxiety and silent preparation for anything bad that Yuuri could do or say. Yuuri felt those eyes on him as if they were weights on his chest.

Seeing as they weren’t getting anywhere, Wolfram decided to speak up. “Well wimp?”

Yuuri jumped a bit when Wolfram spoke. Even though he knew what he felt for Wolfram was real and he acknowledged how he felt tonight, Yuuri decided it was definitely harder to act on those feeling that he always feared deep down were true. The phrase ‘easier said than done’ readily came to mind.

Something as simple as getting in the bed beside Wolfram, something that he had done a million times already, scared Yuuri. What he was doing was confronting his bigot upbringing, his own denial, his way of thinking since he was born, and his own fears. There’s no way he wouldn’t be scared.

Ever since he was little on earth, he had been taught that a male x male relationship was wrong and not meant to be. He was taught to follow tradition and have a pretty Japanese wife and children and live a nice, normal life. In the past year and some, he had been flushed to a new world where things only in his imagination existed, in which he was the king of it all. Over time, he had gotten used to most of it, and even embraced it. But this was a new challenge because this was a stigma that existed on earth along with his long denial.

“Yuuri?”

Hearing Wolfram call his name, it made Yuuri remember what he was currently doing and he pulled himself from his thoughts. Right now Yuuri knew he was probably making Wolfram nervous, asking him to slide over, then hesitating to climb in, then when he finally did climb in, he zoned out and flinches even when Wolfram says his name. He knows how sensitive Wolfram can be, and that flinch could have also hurt Wolfram, something which he never wanted or wants to do. Thinking that what’s happening, Yuuri clenched his fist in gritted his teeth in anger with himself.

“Damn. I did it again…” he whispered to himself.

“Did what? Yuuri? Yuuri look at me.” Wolfram was growing impatient but also slightly concerned. “Yuuri!”

Yuuri looked Wolfram dead in the eyes, and for some strange reason, instantly felt better. Those emerald pools somehow calmed him down and took away his anxiety and sudden self-anger. He suddenly felt calmed and realized that he was thinking again, instead of feeling.

Under the covers, Yuuri moved his hands and grabbed Wolfram’s. The surprise from the sudden movement on Wolfram face was evident.

Yuuri took Wolfram’s hands and placed them over his heart. He them moved up so that his and Wolfram’s foreheads were touching. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. “Wolfram…” the word was uttered softly.

Thinking that this was about to be another love confession, Wolfram was about to stop it. He had enough of those for one night. It’s true that he still wanted Yuuri, but right now he was still hurting from what he revealed in his outburst with Jace and Yuuri earlier. Right now the last thing he needed was for Yuuri to get his hopes up for nothing. Before he could say anything, he was stopped by Yuuri’s next words

“I wish we never met.”

Definitely not what Wolfram was expecting. The shock Wolfram experienced was a brief one before he could move. As soon as he could though, he tried tugging his hands away from Yuuri, but the double black held fast. Even though he thought he prepared himself for whatever Yuuri could say, actually hearing the words spoken from Yuuri’s lips made Wolfram feel hopeless and short of breath. “L-Let go of me! How? How could you say that to me?”

“Because things have become a lot more clear to me.” Yuuri didn’t move at all, but still held on to Wolfram’s hands with a firm grip despite Wolfram’s attempts. “You would have been so much better off without me.”

Wolfram then paused in his struggling after that. “What?” He looked at Yuuri, but Yuuri still had his eyes closed.

“Ever since I first arrived, I haven’t been able to do anything by myself. Every time I try to help, I end up getting into something that I shouldn’t have in which someone always rescues me. I hate it. I hate it! I hate being the demon king when every time I want to be normal, I can’t. I hate not being in control of what happens since Shinou decides everything. I hate that when I have to do something or make a decision, it’s usually a hard one that doesn’t work anyway. I hate that nothing ever seems to work out like I planned without hurting someone else. I hate that I always have to rely on my friends to help me out on stuff I should be able to handle. And most importantly of all…”

Wolfram, already mesmerized by Yuuri’s words, looked as Yuuri finally opened his eyes to look at him. Yuuri opened his eyes slow, silent drops creating rivers from Yuuri’s black pools. Deep remorse and regret captured in each eye, bound to the fears and doubt that Yuuri held deep within.

“Wolfram,” Yuuri whispered, looking down at their intertwined hands, “each time we were in danger, every time we only prevailed because of sheer luck, it was in those last crucial moments before I thought it was the end, that all I could think of was how I never apologized for putting you in such danger. Putting you in the position where you could lose your life over a worthless cause I had. And I never apologized for not returning and denying the love you been trying to give me all this time when I always knew deep down that you were what I always wanted. No one else, including Conrad, Lady Celi, Gunter, Gwendal, Lady Alyssa, any man or any woman in Shin Makoku or on Earth could compare to you and the happiness you’ve brought me.”

Yuuri didn’t say anything for a bit. He let his eyes rest on the sight of their hands together over his heart. Wolfram said nothing and listened as Yuuri continued.

“When I said I wanted to do something for me and you, for us, this is what I meant. I, I wanted to confront my own fears in order to move on. I was scared, I really was afraid of being with you, mainly because of how different relationships are viewed on earth. Even though I know it’s accepted here and I’ve seen some of them, the thought of me being in one just was not normal to me. Then the feeling to just be with you whenever I saw you was foreign to me and whenever you tried to give me your love, I was afraid. So I pushed away and pretended like you were a friend this whole time.”

“But I can’t do that anymore. I can’t pretend that everything that’s there, isn’t there. And I can’t pretend that the hurt you feel wasn’t because of me.” Yuuri looked into Wolfram’s eyes then. Neutral green orbs stared back at him, absorbing everything he had to say before reacting.

“Wolfram, I’m sorry that this explanation is so long and probably confusing, but I had to say this. I had to tell you that it wasn’t anything you did wrong to make me the way I am. I just want to apologize for everything I’ve put you through. Apologizes are never enough, but even if there is no amount of anything that can be done as retribution, I believe that it’s better to try than to unnecessarily waste time pretending. I know nothing I can do can fix this or make you feel better, but I want you to know that I’ve stopped denying and will no longer pretend things don’t happen. And… I apologize for making you waste your time with me.”

With that, Yuuri let go of Wolfram’s hand. He looked directly into the blond demon’s eyes as if trying to speak with his soul itself. He threw the covers off of him and swung his feet around so they touched the floor.

Wolfram watched stunned as the Maou move towards the door. Right before Yuuri opened it, he looked back at Wolfram.

He parted his lips slightly as if to speak magic words that would remove the troubles of the night away. But yet, his lips closed and with that, so did anything else that needed to be said. A quick silent communication of the eyes and Yuuri left out the room.

xXx

Wolfram laid in the bed looking at the door his fiancé had just walked through. The whole time Yuuri was talking, Wolfram couldn’t bring himself to do or say anything. What he heard was definitely not along the lines of what he expected or a definite love confession. What puzzled him the most is, why couldn’t he stop Yuuri from leaving? Yuuri literally got up and left out of the room without him saying a word. Normally he would have protested that Yuuri stay so he could feel better, but this time the double black really was out the door.

Wolfram was in the bed for at least 10 minutes after Yuuri left thinking about what happened. That last look, the one he received from Yuuri right before he left out the door, it finally occurred to him what it meant. It spoke to him in a language that only Yuuri could speak.

In that one glance, Yuuri told Wolfram not to follow. He told Wolfram that he was hurting and had been hurting, but wanted Wolfram to stay there and not follow just because he knew it was going through Wolfram’s head.

In a big four-poster bed all alone, Wolfram now felt heavy regret for not stopping Yuuri, even though he told him not to. He would of told him to come back to bed by now, except he had no idea where he went, although he doesn’t know why something as trivial as that would stop him. The late night patrol guards could tell him where and which way their Maou went.

20 minutes later and Wolfram was still awake tossing and turning around on the bed. He’s a fast sleeper and he loves his sleep, there is no doubt about that and it isn’t a secret. So why is he still thinking about what Yuuri said?

It puzzled him, it made him feel like he was going crazy. He tried going to sleep a few times, only to be woken up by nightmares a few minutes later. His curly hair was frazzled, his eyelids hung heavy, and his body longed for peace. Yet, he could not drift off into a peaceful sleep. Too much weighed on his mind for him to sleep peacefully.

Wolfram tossed again from his back onto his stomach. Letting out a huff, he picked his head up and let it fall onto the pillow, hoping to ease into comfort. Right now, comfort was what he felt he needed.

Forcing his eyes closed once again, after about another 10 minutes, nothing happened.

Wolfram sat up in the bed, it was dark, and it was way late into the night. Yuuri was still absent and Wolfram felt as though the bed was becoming bigger by the second. He felt alone, castrated by the very thing he knew he loved most. Even though Wolfram was still hurt by Yuuri from all his absent acknowledgements, Wolfram felt as though just not being there was just as bad.

A sudden knock came from his door. Thinking it was Yuuri, as no one else would be up at this hour, Wolfram yelled out to come in. The door opened and closed, now a figure in front of it. Wolfram wasn’t sure who it was, as they didn’t say anything and their face was hidden in shadow.

With silent steps, the shadowy figure made its way over to the bed on the side where Wolfram was before stopping and standing there. Having already seen these actions, Wolfram automatically went to thinking it was Yuuri.

“Come on Yuuri. You don’t have to do the same things over again. I, I honestly don’t really want to talk. I, I just need you here with me right now. But I want to just say this.” There was no reply.

“I know you blame yourself and everything, but that’s not it. If anything, all of this was my fault, for trying to pressure you into something you simply weren’t ready for. I take full responsibility in your troubles. I never meant for you to hurt also, and I should have been more considerate of everything you’ve experienced. I hope you can really forgive me.” Silence.

”Yuuri?”

“Yuuri is a bitch with no backbone to rightfully claim what he is given.”

“Huh? Who are you?” Wolfram narrowed his eyes in the dark to try to see the face of the person before him better, but to no avail. In an instant, the person jumped onto the bed on top of Wolfram. He straddled Wolfram and held his hands above his head, pinning him down. Wolfram tried to struggle and call for help, but couldn’t move and suddenly felt as though his voice was caught in his throat. The attacker ran his thumbs on Wolfram’s wrist in slow circles, then slowly leaned his head down towards Wolfram’s, touching their lips together.

Wolfram tried to struggle, but was stuck under the weight of the attacker. Stunned, he was helpless to do anything but be kissed as their lips broke apart so the man’s face could finally be revealed in the moonlight.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first met you.”

Jace.

“Jace! What the hell are you doing!” Wolfram yelled, finding his voice. Jace smiled with violet eyes holding a set determination behind them. “Yuuri is not fit for you, and I told you that I won’t give up easy. I’m here, and I’m going to show you how much I love you.”

Wolfram stared blankly at Jace until he felt his left hand become free. What he felt next, however, was Jace’s hand on his leg, running from the outside of his thigh up to the end of his pink nightgown. Wolfram’s eyes opened wider as he noticeably flinched at the contact. “Jace! No! I never thought of anything like this! Stop! Stop!!” Wolfram felt himself yelling, but heard each word he said grow quieter until he couldn’t speak at all. Jace smiled down at him, eyes gleaming with lust.

“It was all a lie Wolfram. You think I was with you all this time just to be a friend? How foolish. I’ve wanted you, craved you as the day craves the sun and as the night craves the moon. You were always an object of my desires.”

Wolfram shook his head furiously, swinging his free hand in order to try and hit Jace square in the face, but for some reason, right when he should of felt the impact of the connection, Wolfram’s hand went right through Jace’s head, yet he felt as though he hit something. He started thrashing about only to get nowhere. Any movement that was to try to thwart Jace from achieving his goal was refuted. It was then that Wolfram realized how little he could do.

“It’s no use Wolfram,” he heard Jace say “right now you are the only thing that I want, as you have been for the 20 years I was absent,” Wolfram felt Jace’s hand slide his nightgown up to his chest, “as you have been since we met.” The hand left the nightgown and made a trail down towards Wolfram’s preciously reserved area. Then Jace removed his hand and sucked on his fingers, before placing them on Wolfram’s stomach, sending a cold chill throughout Wolfram’s body. “Yuuri is not here right now, nor has he ever been. I am here right now, and I plan to show you how much I love you. Accept my love Wolfram.”

Wolfram shook his head, tears threatening to fall from the helpless situation he felt himself in. Only one thought ran across his mind: Yuuri.

Jace’s hand slid down and was now on Wolfram’s member, steadily fondling it to the point Wolfram became disgusted with himself when he felt himself reacting rapidly. He tried to swing at Jace again, only to have wasted his energy in vain as his hand went through Jace. He could not touch him, yet the violet blond could stimulate him against his will. Tears once forced back now fell freely from Wolfram’s eyes. Even though his voice was not audible, he repeated the only thing that he could think of: Yuuri.

Jace stroked up and and down on Wolfram, fondling the head with his thumb while wet fingers slid around Wolfram’s sensitive spots. Jace leaned down and used his teeth to pull up Wolfram’s nightgown. He placed kisses on Wolfram’s chest before looking back into Wolfram’s eyes.

After stimulating Woflram’s member to a full on hardness, Jace picked up the pace to bring Wolfram to a climax. “In this state, you will surrender to me. You will be mine, Wolfram von Bielefeld.”

Trying to fight it was no use, even though he still tried. Wolfram cried, desperately struggling to will himself under self control. It was a losing battle, as Jace’s hand was now stoking at too fast a pace for Wolfram to stop himself. Never did he want to give himself to anyone besides Yuuri, none the less have it taken from him. Wolfram started squirming under the intense pressure that started to build from the vibrating stimulation.

“Accept it. You will be mine Wolfram!” Jace told him. Wolfram squirmed and squirmed some more, horrified at the moans he was making involuntarily. He shut his eyes, not wanting to asee anymore, but in doing so he felt his pressure building more as Jace pumped on his cock harder and faster. “Yes, yes, that’s it.” Jace crooned.

Now getting closer and closer to orgasm, Wolfram concentrated all his thoughts on Yuuri. What was happening wasn’t right, and he needed Yuuri. “Yuuri,” Wolfram felt himself say, even though no words came out, “I’m so sorry Yuuri. I need you Yuuri. I need you. I need you! Yuuri! YUURI!”

Wolfram could hold out no longer as the orgasmic sensation took over. “ Yes! YES!” Jace encouraged. Wolfram struggled but fought a losing war as his back arched and his muscles tightened, releasing the pressure from within. “Yuuri!” he cried out. “Yuuri!”

“YUURI!”

xXx

Wolfram’s eyes flew open as he felt himself being shaken harshly. Someone was saying something to him, but Wolfram was too disoriented to understand any of it. His vision was blurred and his breaths were short. His heart was beating fast as though he just finished an intense training session. He felt somewhat aroused and felt a lot of fear at the same time

Wolfram heard the voice talking to him, but it still sounded jumbled up as he was still discombobulated and everything was coming back to him very slowly.

After about a minute his heart rate slowed to normal and his panicked breathing subsided to a calmer one. His body calmed down. He was starting to see clearly and hear better. “wuddudm, wolajfam, wolfamr, wolfram, Wolfram!” The voice that made no sense earlier became clearer as Wolfram returned to his normal state. “Wolfram!” The voice was panicked and unmistakable.

Shaking subsided, Wolfram found himself sitting up in bed, drenched in sweat. Yuuri was straddling him with arms locked around him, a look of panic and fear in his dark eyes. Wolfram had not seen such a pained expression on Yuuri’s face before, not even when Conrad had pretended to betray everyone and fought against them. “Yuuri…” Wolfram said softly.

In an instant the troubled look was replaced by one of relief as Yuuri’s arms pulled Wolfram into a tight embrace. Yuuri buried his head in Wolfram’s shoulder as he started rambling. “I-I didn’t know what to do. You were screaming out my name and I was calling you, but you couldn’t hear me! I wanted to get help, but I didn’t wanna leave you. I’m so glad you’re alright.”

Wolfram was still confused for a few moments before realizing that he had another nightmare, in which he must of really shaken Yuuri. Wolfram hugged Yuuri back and rubbed his back in a soothing motion, trying to comfort the young king. “It’s okay, I’m okay, don’t worry.” Although Wolfram was saying this to Yuuri, he wasn’t quite sure how much of it he believed. Even though now he realized it was a nightmare, he himself was still half-way convinced it was real.

Yuuri pulled his head back to look at Wolfram, concern still evident. “Wolf, what happened? I’ve never seen you have an episode like this before.” Wolfram looked at Yuuri with a blank stare before recalling his dream. His eyes lowered towards his lapped as he also remembered that Yuuri had left out of the room and didn’t say anything about coming back. “Yuuri, where did you go? You just got up and left. And you gave me this look that said you didn’t want me to follow. I thought you were really leaving me.”

At this, Yuuri looked away. “I, I didn’t want you to follow. I just, I mean, I guess, I just needed to get away for a bit. I went to the gardens and sat on the steps to clear my head. I did some thinking while I was out there too. Wolfram I” he paused for a bit, “I did think seriously about ending the engagement.” Wolfram gasped and pulled back some, a crossed look in his eyes.

“But the thought lasted no more than a few minutes, because when I really thought about it, I know I can’t do it. As selfish as it is, I need you Wolfram. I was only outside for maybe about 20 or 30 minutes, and I figured you’d be sleep when I came back. I think I knew I wasn’t going to leave you, and I know that I’m not going to.” Wolfram’s expression softened some.

“I had just got into the room good when you started to thrash crazily and were yelling for me. I was worried instantly and tried to get you to calm down, but you were swinging at me and then…” Yuuri’s voice trailed off as for the first time, Wolfram noticed a bruise on his right cheek. In his dream, he remembered swinging at his attacker, Jace, trying to get him off. It didn’t take long for Wolfram to put two and two together.

The purplish-blackish bruise had started to swell while they were talking. Wolfram stared at it, a horrified expression on his face. He lifted his fingers to rub it, but at Wolfram’s touch Yuuri flinched.

“Sorry Wolf, it’s just that it’s a little sore is all.” Yuuri gave Wolfram a small smile. In the instant when Yuuri flinched, it felt like a sword going through Wolfram. “Yuuri, I’m so sorry…” Wolfram whispered, still starting at the bruise.

“Wolfram don’t worry about it. I’m not, as many times as I’ve gotten beat up over our adventures, I’ve learned that my marokyu is strong enough to heal minor bruises and this is nothing more than-“ Yuuri got cut off.

“You idiot! I’m worried about the bruise healing, I actually hit you! My fist connected with your face, I just, I can’t believe I-“ Wolfram bit his bottom lip as he struggled not to break down.

Yuuri noticed this and pulled Wolfram back close to him. “It’s alright Wolfram. I-“

“No, it’s not okay!” Wolfram broke away from Yuuri and looked at him with watery eyes. Pretending to hit Yuuri and almost harming him whenever Wolfram was having one of his jealous fits was one thing, as Wolfram knew he would never actually do it, but to actually strike Yuuri, the closest thing to Wolfram’s heart, no, the thing that makes up Wolfram’s heart, was purely unacceptable.

Wolfram bit his lip harder as he looked at the bruise, a dark colored reminder of how he struggled to get away from one ghost of his past that still weighed heavy on him only to hurt his beloved present and what he still hopes future.

As though he could physically feel the turmoil within Wolfram, Yuuri could not help but feel as though he was responsible for this also. Maybe if he made Wolfram go back to sleep, then Wolfram wouldn’t have noticed. No that was lame, and there was no guarantee that it would have completely healed by tomorrow morning when the darkness of the night wasn’t there to hide it. He could almost imagine how Wolfram felt; all he had to do was reverse the situation. Slapping him in the beginning was one thing, but now to hit Wolfram would be like greatest of all evil.

Wolfram looked completely crushed, overtaken by guilt and shame. Yuuri couldn’t stand it, and if words weren’t enough, Yuuri would just have to show him.

He pulled Wolfram in for another embrace, pulling them close so they were chest to chest once more, which was easy as Yuuri was still straddling him.

Before Wolfram could do or say anything, Yuuri gently pressed his lips to Wolframs…

Well, it has been made official that I officially sucked at updating lol. I had to get right with some stuff for the past month and some, and was doing paper after paper after paper for school. Ugh I’m so glad the semester is over, at least for the next couple of weeks, which means more time to focus on my stories! J Well how did you like this chapter? I feel as though it was coming. I think I’m going to go in a different direction than originally planned. By the way, this would be the perfect time for a great Yuuram, but only if I get enough reviews or emails or whatever to let me know that you guys actually want it. If not I’ll just go ahead with the story. Thanks for reading! As always, suggestions welcomed.

Remember, more + review = Yuuram. We’ll see how romantic these boys get. Until next time! ~Kriter~ kriter727@yahoo.com

P.S Happy Mother’s Day!
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