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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
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- 54
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 53
There was someone in his bed. Feeling uncertain, Wolfram stopped in the doorway and looked around his bedroom. It didn’t seem like anyone else was there. He snapped his fingers, and the candles in the room flared brighter. It only resulted in making the person-shaped lump under the covers seem bigger and more dangerous.
“Who’s there?”
Yuuri’s head poked out from under the covers. “Do you really need to ask?”
Wolfram relaxed. “I suppose not.”
Wolfram walked over to the bed. He lifted the covers to find Yuuri wearing a nightie. It was light green with frills of darker green around the collar and sleeves. The outfit both amused and aroused Wolfram. He hesitated a little before climbing into the bed. Once he did, Yuuri’s arms wrapped around him at once, pulling him onto himself. Lust engulfed Wolfram as soon as he was enveloped by the younger man’s body and scent. They kissed greedily as Wolfram got Yuuri’s ridiculous nightie out of their way. The younger male wore nothing underneath and was hard as a rock. The feeling of his smooth, hot rod fascinated Wolfram so much that he wasted no time getting down on all fours and sucking it. One thing led to another and soon Wolfram was riding that firm, slick dick. His ass felt unbelievably good. It was hot, incredibly hot.
Dazed with pleasure and lust Wolfram didn’t notice the lock of hair on the pillow next to Yuuri’s head. The curl was dark violet and once Wolfram became aware of it, he thought that it was Eldara’s. He slowed down his pace and reached out to remove the rest of the covers from the other pillow. It was Halea’s. The woman’s brown eyes blinked at him slowly. Was it lazy? Seductive? Wolfram didn’t know, he was confused.
Since the blond had stopped moving, Yuuri pushed him off. He was still hard and wasted no time. Halea spread her legs for him. Her pregnant stomach would bulge out even more every time Yuuri drove into her. He pulled out at some point and a formless mass slid out of her mound with a loud gurgle. It had large fish eyes.
Wolfram woke up covered in sweat. It was incredibly hot. Disoriented, he pushed the covers aside, but it was still hot. He wiped his forehead. He felt sick while the chaotic images from his dream kept flashing in his mind.
“What the fuck was that?” he muttered, nearly gagging.
_ _ _
It had been the product of his fears. That much was certain.
Wolfram was brushing Kerda’s mane thoroughly while annoying thoughts raced around his head. As he had not been able to return to sleep after that dream, he had gotten up early. He wished to be able to go for a ride but that was still impossible, and he had to content himself with only brushing his horses.
At about eight o’clock there was an uncommon noise in the yard. Strange noise in the yard usually meant that someone had been hurt during a spar or fell off a horse. Half an hour later he found out that Conrart had broken Yozak’s arm.
Most unpleasant.
He wanted to have a word with Conrart but, obviously, he was currently having many words with Gwendal. Wolfram knew he should go see Yozak, if only to be polite. Yet, he wasn’t fond of this idea as he didn’t trust himself not to start taking sides in their senseless conflict. Thus, he was stuck in the stables, brushing horses. Kerda’s coat was shining like the sun already.
_ _ _
They were playing cards on the balcony outside the dining room. The weather was hot and sunny but the balcony was still in the shade, well-hidden from the morning sun. There was almost no wind, making it easy to deal cards on the table.
Eldara picked up a card from the pile. Not a muscle moved on his face to betray his disappointment. He had needed nine of spades to win, instead he had drawn a seven. At this rate, it was most likely that it would be Wolfram who won. Von Ashira cast a look at Gwendal, who was comfortably seated in a wicker chair opposite him. Von Voltaire needed any kind of seven to win. With himself and Wolfram having already housed three on them, there wasn’t a big chance left for Gwendal to get one.
“I hear Sir Weller and Sir Gurrier had a disagreement,” Eldara said softly without lifting his eyes from the pile in front of him.
“Is this even news?” Wolfram muttered.
“I dare say it is none of your business,” Gwendal said.
“Was it because of Ine?” Eldara wondered, ignoring him.
“Among other things,” Wolfram said. “If not Ine, then someone else. This has been going on for nearly a decade.”
“Wolfram.”
Von Voltaire’s strict voice had no effect Wolfram. “The broken arm, though…” he continued. “I think that’s a first.”
The duke hummed softly. “It would probably be a good idea to send Sir Gurrier away for the time being.”
“I do not remember asking you for advice,” Gwendal snapped at him.
“He’s sending Conrart away instead,” Wolfram enlightened von Ashira. “Yozak meanwhile will have enough time to heal and, possibly, figure out how to stop being such an asshole.”
Gwendal’s palm slammed against the counter of the card table, making the other two males start.
“Wolfram, I will not tolerate you gossiping like an old fishwife! Where are your manners?”
Von Bielefeld’s eyebrows rose in response. “Did you just really say that?” he wondered, casting a meaningful glance at Eldara then Gwendal. Gwendal’s face flushed red.
Von Ashira grinned. “He is adorable, isn’t he?”

“Will you shut up?” Gwendal grunted out.
Eldara rolled his eyes. “Are you sending Sir Weller after my captain?” he asked.
“No. Besides, I hear you are actively looking for a bride for him.”
The duke nodded. “Indeed.” He faltered for a moment then gave Gwendal an uncertain look. “Well, I suppose I could postpone the matter.”
Wolfram snickered. “Don’t be fooled,” he told Gwendal. “He knows that you will never ask that of him.”
“There’s no need,” Gwendal said. “This has nothing to do with Ine.”
Eldara shrugged. “If you say so.”
“I’m done,” Wolfram said, opening his cards for the other two to see.
“Congratulations,” Eldara said with a sigh while opening his own.
“It is too early to congratulate him,” Gwendal said, lowering his cards onto the table. “My win.”
With a pout, Wolfram threw his cards onto the table. He reached out for the bowl with dried plums and popped one into his mouth. He stood up and took his crutch.
“I think I’ve had enough for today. I’ll go and see how Conrart is doing…will also visit Yozak while I’m at it.”
Gwendal wanted to tell him not to overdo it but swallowed the words without uttering them; Wolfram probably knew even better than himself what must be said and what had to be kept quiet.
“Wolfram certainly knows you well,” Gwendal commented once Wolfram left. “Pretending to be generous when you don’t even plan to.”
Eldara smiled. “That’s why I wanted to marry him. It is a very delightful feeling when despite one’s wickedness they are still admired.”
Von Voltaire said nothing. He took a carafe with water and poured himself a glassful. He offered to fill the duke’s, but he refused.
“I did mean it, however. If you wanted me to, I would consider postponing the wedding.”
“You ought to discuss this with people involved.”
“Aren’t you involved?”
Gwendal sighed. Sipping from his glass he leaned back into the wicker chair. He knew von Ashira did mean it, and it only made things more difficult.
“It’s supposed to be a secret that Conrart is going away,” he said.
“Noted.”
“So you are leaving in three days?” Gwendal asked in a moment.
Eldara nodded. “Yes.”
“And we will never see each other again?”
“No, we probably will not.”
Von Voltaire emptied his glass and lowered it with a soft thud. He wondered whether the duke wanted him to tell him not to go. It was impossible in any case.
“Well,” Gwendal said, “let us make the most of these few remaining days.”
“Yes, let us do so,” Eldara said without looking at him. There wasn’t any enthusiasm in his voice either.
They sat quietly for some time, both immersed in their thoughts, not certain what – if anything – should be said. Neither was content with the status quo but lacked the assertiveness to change it.
Finally, Eldara spoke: “You know, Wolfram advised me to treat this,” he motioned at himself then Gwendal, “as a challenge overcome.”
Gwendal’s brow furrowed. “Did he now?”
“Yes, but the thing is that I do not feel as if I have overcome anything. Instead, it feels that I have lost.”
Gwendal let out an exasperated sigh. “Why is it always about losing and winning with you? You would be spared a lot of pain if you stopped measuring everything in that manner.”
“I would also be deprived of a lot of excitement and pleasure,” Eldara pointed out.
Von Voltaire rolled his eyes.
“You are guilty of feeling that pleasure as well.”
Gwendal could not refute it. He certainly was, but much more in his younger days. Von Ashira reminded him of his past days. Maybe that nostalgia was one of the reasons that attracted him to the duke.
Von Voltaire watched Eldara carefully for a few moments. “And what would make you feel that you have won?” he asked finally.
The duke’s eyes widened slightly. To his embarrassment, he realized that his face started to heat up.
Amused, Gwendal chuckled. “I see.” He couldn’t help thinking that von Ashira was much more honest with his feelings than him. It was pretty amazing. He felt his heart soften.
“Maybe there is a way to make us both feel that we have won,” he wondered. He regretted the words as soon as he had said them, though. It had certainly sounded like there was a compromise to be made. Yet, he wanted no compromises between himself and the duke. There were things he couldn’t forgive even the man he was sleeping with. No, especially the man he was sleeping with.
Von Voltaire watched the blue eyes concentrate on him with interest and expectation.
“I believe I have already contributed my share to make it happen,” Eldara said carefully.
“So you have,” Gwendal agreed.
Von Voltaire didn’t say anything else, just sat there quietly, his gaze cast over the balcony down the mountain at the roofs of the city far in the distance. Eldara felt foolish for having bared himself while, seemingly, he had not received anything in return. On the other hand, he had known beforehand how it would end. Yet, for some reason, he had wanted von Voltaire’s honest opinion and approval. Von Ashira smiled bitterly, suddenly recognizing many parallels between himself and his brother, Athara. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
“You do have a pretty strong father’s complex, don’t you?” von Voltaire said suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere. He turned to von Ashira’s surprised face.
“Mmm… What makes you say so?”
Gwendal’s eyebrows rose and he chuckled. “Do you want me to elaborate?”
The duke rolled his eyes. “No, I suppose I don’t.”
Seeing how Eldara became somewhat distraught, Gwendal waved off dismissively. “All of us have a father’s complex, to a certain extent. Yours is just…very noticeable.”
The duke rolled his eyes again. The pathetic attempt to console and/or pacify him was unneeded. He felt anger begin to brew in the pit of his stomach.
Gwendal realized that he had sounded quite patronizing and gave the younger man an apologetic look. The duke shrugged dismissively. Von Voltaire sighed. No matter what Eldara expected of him, their relationship was still impossible. It was an anomaly that he himself would never come to terms with. He didn’t even know what he had meant when he had said that there might be an outcome to satisfy them both. He didn’t want one.
“No matter what I say, nothing will change,” Gwendal said. “You will still leave, and I will stay here. A long-distance relationship is not an option either. This,” he motioned at himself then at Eldara, “will end in three days.”
“I know that much!” Eldara snapped at him. “It’s not about that, you realize, do you not?”
Of course Gwendal did realize. What Eldara wanted was admission of some sorts, some kind of acceptance. It probably was not even possible to express it verbally. In fact, what Eldara wanted from him was something intangible. Gwendal felt resistance within himself. The opposition that he felt had always been there during his and the duke’s short acquaintance. He had already indulged Eldara more than enough. The duke had interfered with his routine and reputation. Eldara had no right to demand anything from him.
_ _ _

Conrart wasn’t talkative. Wolfram watched him pace around his almost ascetic room while picking one thing after another and placing them into the saddle bags on the bed.
“You’re leaving only in three days,” Wolfram said while looking around where to sit down in this tiny room.
“Yeah,” Conrart said without any signs of slowing down.
Wolfram chose to sit on a small stool that stood at the table, which served as both a dining table and a writing desk. Besides these two pieces of furniture there was a small wardrobe and a bed with a little cabinet next to it. It had been a long time since he had visited Conrart’s frugal room. Against all sense, the former Demon Queen’s second-born son lived in soldier barracks just as any other common soldier would. He had a room inside the castle but had stopped using it almost a decade ago. Instead, it was usually Yozak who would find his way into the vacant room and make use of the soft mattress there.
The reasons for him living in the barracks were known probably only to Conrart. Wolfram had never asked him about that. In fact, he remembered himself being glad about his half-blood brother not living under the same roof. Now Wolfram was ashamed of his old self. He could only wonder why, at the time, he had been filled with so much hurt and resentment towards his brother.
Gwendal’s plan was simple: Conrart was to leave in three days, at the same time as von Ashira so as to convince Gurrier that Conrart went with him to Kardera. In truth, Conrart was going in the opposite direction – to Wiederhaal. He was to take charge in Reinstadt, a town close to Reinacht Forest. Several reports had come in over the past two weeks about a network of dragon poachers and smugglers in Wiederhaal. Some people were convinced that powdered dragon claws was a panacea for impotency while others maintained that a few drops of preserved dragon blood could cure infertility in women.
Conrart had given an oath to be at the king’s side and protect him thus Wolfram was certain that his brother’s absence wouldn’t last more than a month or two. Yet, Wolfram could tell that those months were going to appear much longer than usual for everyone.
Conrart could feel his brother’s eyes following him to and fro. Wolfram hadn’t said a word about the incident between himself and Yozak. He just sat quietly, watching him pace. As the minutes passed, so did Conrart’s irritation. He soon started feeling more foolish than angry. He dropped his spare blanket next to the bags then sat down next to them on the bed. He stared at the floor, feeling pathetic. He was the older brother, he was supposed to know better. This was so embarrassing…
“Do you want to go for a walk?” Wolfram suggested.
Conrart thought for a moment then shook his head. “Not particularly.”
“Alright.”
There were two elongated gaps on the floor between the boards. An ant had crawled out of one of them and now was scurrying across the floor at its top speed towards the table in hopes of finding a breadcrumb or two. Conrart hoped that this didn’t indicate a start of an ant infestation.
“Do you want me to leave?” Wolfram asked as his brother kept staring at the floor, oblivious of him.
Conrart shook his head. “Not particularly.”
The ant now was clambering over the leg of the table that was closest to Wolfram.
“If Yozak writes to Ine, he’ll find out that you are not in Kardera,” Wolfram said after a while. “They do get along pretty well, don’t they?”
“I know Ine well enough to say that the only response that Yozak would receive would be that Ine has managed to change von Ashira’s mind and we are already happily married.”
Wolfram couldn’t help smiling. “Popular, aren’t you?”
Conrart sighed. “With the wrong people apparently.”
“How about showing some initiative? Finding a woman and making a cute family with a few kids?”
Conrart gave him a look. “Sounds nice, doesn’t work.”
“Well, there’s always a chance once you get over that red-haired gorilla.”
“Wolfram, you’re the same size as he is.”
“Am I? I keep forgetting my growth spurt. But really? I can’t be as big as him.”
Conrart chuckled. “Almost.”
“So how about that walk in the garden? Or are you still going to stress about and contemplate this poor ant’s life?”
The ant was now running in circles on the table while avoiding Wolfram’s lower arms and hands on it. There weren’t any crumbs as Conrart had meticulously cleaned the table after his meal.
“Let’s take it outside with us,” Conrart said, standing up.
“It will die without its colony.”
“All the same.”
Once Wolfram managed to harmlessly guide the ant onto his sleeve, they left the barracks. Rolling towards midday, the sun had become scorching, and they chose paths in the shade amongst bushes.
“Send me a message once you arrive there.”
Conrart, who had been lost in thought, gave his brother an uncertain look. “I’m sorry. What did…?”
“I said ‘Send us a note once you’ve arrived in Wiederhaal’.”
“Oh yes, of course.”
“Let’s sit down,” Wolfram said motioning at the bench a little farther away from them; they had been following the paths in the garden for quite a while now.
“Your leg has almost healed,” Conrart said watching his brother sit down without much discomfort.
“Yes, I’ll be able to resume training in a week or two.”
“You’re still planning to leave for Lesa?”
“Yes.”
Unsure, Conrart kicked at the gravel under the bench. The motion and the resulting sound appeared to be soothing and he kicked again.
“Don’t bother,” Wolfram said before his brother could open his mouth, “I won’t stay.”
Conrart’s boots poked the gravel again. “I’m in no position to say anything, of course, but why don’t you give him a chance?”
“He’s got to work his way up to being an option first.”
“Oh.” Conrart dug a small pit in the gravel. “You don’t like him anymore?”
“Rather than ‘like’ or ‘dislike’… I’m not certain I…” Wolfram trailed off, thinking how to put what he felt into words. “I think it’s a question of trust. I don’t think I trust him.”
Conrart nodded. It was always a question of trust even if one loved the person. He himself had reached the point where he wasn’t able to trust Yozak anymore.
“But he can never prove that you can if you don’t let him.”
“I know. Nonetheless, at this point, I don’t think I want to let him.”
“You might regret it later.”
“I probably will,” Wolfram agreed.
“Are you certain that you aren’t just trying to punish him?” Conrart asked him carefully. “Maybe you’re still angry with him for the pain he had caused you?”
“Well, of course I am!” Wolfram snapped at him. “How could I not be? Now he’s prancing about sending me gifts and expecting me to gratefully fall at his feet in admiration of his splendor. Fuck that!”
Conrart couldn’t help smiling. “You know he isn’t.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes and leaned into the backrest with a thud. “I hate what he’s doing.”
“You don’t. You hate that you like it.”
Wolfram stared at the sky angrily. Had he always been so obvious to others? That was why Yuuri wouldn’t leave him in peace either – his rejection was half-hearted, and Yuuri was an option already, albeit an untrustworthy one.
_ _ _
Wolfram found Yozak in the barracks’ canteen. He was somewhat surprised to see Karela sitting next to him. They were talking, and their conversation seemed to be jovial. The two of them were obviously on very friendly terms. Perhaps Conrart was wrong about Karela.
Yozak was eating soup with his left hand. He was doing quite well.
Everyone’s eyes were glued on Wolfram in curiosity – it wasn’t very often that someone from the main Houses visited the canteen. Wolfram sat down next to Yozak as fast as he could so as not to stand out from the dining crowd. Several seconds later chewing and slurping noises resumed, albeit a bit more quietly.
“Yozak. Sir,” Wolfram greeted the two men.
“Your Highness,” Ine nodded respectfully.
“Can’t I eat in peace?” Yozak grumbled, biting into a piece of bread. He lowered it back to the table, took the spoon and shoveled a few mouthfuls of soup into his mouth. Then he left the spoon in the bowl and took the bread to repeat the process.
“How is your arm?” Wolfram asked ignoring the rude greeting.
Yozak snorted. “Still broken.”
Absently, Wolfram trailed a small split on the wooden table with his finger. It was a miniature river of pea soup. It seemed that Yozak was shifting all the blame for the incident on Conrart’s shoulders. This was fine with Wolfram, but Conrart didn’t deserve this.
“You hurt him, you know.”
“He’s hurt?” Yozak wondered, aghast. “Really? It’s me whose fucking arm is broken!”
Wolfram’s eyes shifted towards Ine, who had stayed quiet during the exchange. The captain met his eyes and shrugged. Right. It was only between Conrart and Yozak. Ine either didn’t care or was smart enough not to want to get involved. Idiocy. This triangle had been pure idiocy from the very start. Why didn’t Yozak see it?
Without another word, Wolfram got up and left the canteen.
_ _ _
Disbelieving, Wolfram stared at the white kitten in Yuuri’s arms. Yuuri had called the blond from the corridor when he was about to enter his chambers.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Wolfram said under his breath, feeling incredulity and anger rising from the very pit of his stomach. “This is really… No, you can’t be serious…”
“It’s for you,” Yuuri said, a satisfied smile on his face. He held out the kitten towards Wolfram, and the kitten baaed softly. Yuuri stroked it to calm it down.
Wolfram made no move to take it. “Was it Gunter who told you?”
Yuuri shrugged. He continued to stroke the kitten and it was purring loudly. “You won’t need the second kitten from von Ashira if you have this one.”
“Put it down on the floor,” Wolfram said.
Yuuri shook his head. “You will hit me if I do that.” Now he was holding the kitten in front of him as a shield.
“Of course, I’ll hit you!” Wolfram hissed at him. “Where do you think I’ll keep it?” he snorted, throwing the door to his chambers open.
About a dozen of little, fluffy heads turned their way, reacting to the sound. Wolfram pointed at the kittens on the sofa. “These three are from Gwendal. The one near the wardrobe is from Mother. Those two are from Eldara The other five came from Shinou’s Temple because they don’t know where else they can put them.”
While Wolfram was talking, the white kitten jumped from Yuuri’s arms and shot forward to join the merry groups of playing and fighting kittens.
“Well,” Yuuri said, grinning, “one more won’t hurt.”
Wolfram looked at him, opened his mouth to tell him that he was an idiot, but then woke up. He lay still blinking at the ceiling. The dream was already leaving his consciousness, but he still had time to wonder about it. He would have found the dream funny, but there were also many disturbing things about it.
Yawning, the blond rolled onto his other side. He was about to fall asleep again, but heard something scratch or groan in the other room. Sleepily, he rolled out of the bed. He went to the door, opened it, called for his fire element to light it and was relieved to see no kittens in the room. Must have been the creaky floor in the corridor outside his room.
TBC
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