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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
- 54
- 55
- 56
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 55
It took some time for Wolfram to regain his senses. Once he did, he saw that Yuuri knelt right in front of him, holding his upper body in his lap. The kindness in the king’s eyes made Wolfram’s stomach clench. Those dark, almost black eyes were looking at him with gentle kindness that engulfed his whole being. Yuuri had always been kind, too kind and yet, Wolfram had always wished to have all of that kindness for himself. Von Bielefeld suddenly felt so moved that his lips started moving of their own.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. So very, very sorry.”
The kindness in the king’s eyes was momentarily replaced by something much, much darker.
“Are you completely out of your mind?” he hissed at the blond’s face. “You nearly died! How stupid of you! Can’t you ever back down?! Would it kill you to admit that you just can’t do something? Would it? Where will your pride be once you’re dead, you idiot?”
Wolfram was able to tell that the king was clearly agitated and incredibly angry but he wasn’t able to differentiate the words, thus the important message was lost on him. The sound that was reaching his eardrums was booming as if he were under water. He could only hear some kind of ringing and his own heartbeat. His thoughts felt heavy and disjointed but, at the same time, effortless, appearing and then sinking again, somewhere behind the horizon.
Oh right. The forest fire.
Von Bielefeld cast his eyes over the king’s shoulder. Civilians and soldiers were milling about, several horses tied to nearby trees. His two bodyguards were farther away, talking to Gwendal. The fire seemed to have been put out.
“You stupid fool! Next time you do something like this, I’ll sever your contract with your element forever!”
Shibuya was obviously threatening him with something, but Wolfram wasn’t able to tell what it was. It didn’t seem like he was very serious either as his face was covered with soot and his eyes were teary. Was it because of smoke or had he been worried about him so much?
“I can’t hear you, you idiot,” Wolfram muttered. “So you can just shut up and kiss me instead.”
For a couple of seconds, Yuuri stared at the blond suspiciously. Then, having decided that opportunities like this were rare, kissed him. Wolfram’s tongue met his enthusiastically, and Yuuri felt his arms on the back of his head and shoulders. This was better than any happy ending he had ever seen in an action film or had imagined in his wildest dreams. He was really getting into it when, suddenly, the blond’s body went lax. Yuuri pulled away to look at his face. He was unconscious.
“Wolfram? No! No, no, no!” Yuuri panicked, shaking the unresponsive body. “Don’t you dare die on me!” It was just like Wolfram to choose to die so dramatically. “Wolfram, no!”
Gwendal’s palm pressed down on the king’s shoulder firmly. “Calm down, Your Majesty. He needs rest.” With a shrug, he took off his cloak and, in one smooth motion, spread it next to Shibuya. “Lay him here and let him sleep for a couple of hours.” He barely resisted a chuckle that rose in his throat at the look on the king’s face. “He is not going to die just because of some smoke and fire. He’s just exhausted and needs rest.”
“Oh.”
Von Voltaire watched Yuuri moving Wolfram onto one side of the cloak and covering him with the other. The king seemed to be enjoying this opportunity to take care of his brother. Gwendal sensed that he and the rest of men were intruding on the idyllic scene.
“We’ll return to the castle, Your Majesty,” he said in a moment.
The king gave him an uncertain look then cast his eyes towards the sky and then at Wolfram. “It’s going to rain soon.”
Gwendal’s eyebrows rose. “And is that a problem, Your Majesty?”
“Ehh…no. I suppose it is not.”
Von Voltaire inclined his head and went to get his horse. “Sazil and Ermin, you’re staying behind with His Majesty,” he said while saddling his horse. “The rest will return to the castle with me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The party moved out. Over his shoulder, von Voltaire stole a glance back at the couple under the charred trees. He had his doubts about Wolfram remembering any of this – he was obviously in shock. Then again, Shibuya would make sure to remind him.
_ _ _
It was raining when Wolfram opened his eyes. No, not exactly. It was raining but not raining. Confused, he sat up. He was on a blanket. No, it was Gwendal’s cloak – it was permeated with his brother’s scent. Then he saw the source of his confusion. The king was sitting farther away, under another tree, staring off into the forest. Both of them were surrounded by some kind of air bubble which was free of rain. Wolfram looked up at the sky. It was weird to see all the water flowing over invisible ceilings and walls in rivulets and cascading down into the ground.
Wolfram coughed, and Yuuri turned to him.
“Where are your bodyguards?”
His voice came out in a whisper and resulted in even more coughing.
“Don’t talk,” Yuuri said approaching him. He motioned behind Wolfram, and the blond turned his head to see two soldiers leaning against trees. “How are you feeling?”
Wolfram was giving him a confused look, and Yuuri kneeled next to him, worried. “Can you hear me?”
“Mmm? Yes, I can. Why are we here? In the forest? Where are the others?”
“Oh, that. Gwendal decided that it would be wiser to let you rest instead of transporting you home right away.”
“He did?” Wolfram wondered. “Really? And you?”
“I agreed with him.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Are you my nurse?”
“Well, technically yes. I cast some healing spells on you as your throat and lungs had been damaged. The spells seem to be working too.”
Wolfram nodded. “Gisela said that your spells are quite effective.”
“So how do you feel?” Yuuri asked again.
“I feel well-cooked, as you might presume. But I’m fine, just tired.”
“Want to sleep some more?”
“No, I’ll do that at home.” He lifted his arm. “Help me up.”
Yuuri pulled the blond up to his feet. Wolfram felt a little lightheaded, swayed and backed away to lean against the tree behind him. The king reached out for him, but Wolfram made a gesture of refusal with his hand to decline his help.
“I’ll be fine in a moment.”
“Let’s just stay here a bit longer,” Yuuri said, sitting down on the cloak. “There’s no need to rush.”
A few moments later Wolfram joined him on the cloak.
“You kissed me, remember? This was the second time, I believe.”
Wolfram had hoped that that mindless impulse had been forgotten by both of them. “Well…” he muttered, “technically, it was still you who kissed me.”
“But you invited it. Both times.”
“I don’t remember.”
Yuuri shifted on the cloak. He hated how the blond was stubbornly trying to deny everything and anything. This was already beyond childish. “Wolfram, I won’t back down because it’s obvious that you don’t want me to back down.”
The blond closed his eyes and sighed. “You piss me off.”
“I know, but apparently that doesn’t prevent you from flirting with me.”
Wolfram opened his eyes to glare at him. “You piss me off a whole lot!”
“I’ll kiss you now.”
“Don’t you dare, you pretentious asshole!”
“Alright, maybe when you’re in a better mood, then.”
_ _ _
Von Voltaire was in a strange mood. Eldara rose from the chaise longue he had been reading on and went to pour himself a glass of water. Without asking, he poured one for Gwendal as well. Gwendal took it with a murmur of thanks. Leaving von Voltaire sitting at the table, he went to look at the yard through the window.
Wolfram half-rode and was half-transported to the castle two hours ago. His condition wasn’t serious and, after having looked at him, the healer prescribed only one type of medicine – to stay in bed and rest until he felt better. Gwendal didn’t appear to be worried about his brother either. ‘Ha, serves him right,’ was all he had said upon having entered his chambers. Strangely, he seemed to be more content than usual as well.
Eldara was restless. Von Voltaire’s unexplainable, good mood annoyed him. The duke had expected the other man to start feeling some kind of attachment towards him, which in turn, would cause some feelings of remorse about the tragic end of their relationship. He was leaving tomorrow after all! Instead of the expected sadness, von Voltaire was feeling exceedingly content.
“Screw you,” Eldara muttered under his breath.
“Mm?”
Just as that of most purebloods’, Gwendal’s hearing was superb.
“Screw you!” Eldara snapped. He lowered his glass onto the windowsill with a thump and turned around.
Von Voltaire’s eyebrows rose. “Is that a curse or a wish?”
Eldara glared. “Pick the one you like better.”
Gwendal chuckled. “Losing control, aren’t we?” He pushed his chair away and stood up. “I do like it when you’re honest.”
The duke snorted angrily. “The problem is that it’s you who never is!”
Gwendal shrugged. He wasn’t, that was true. But was that a problem? He approached the duke. Over Eldara’s shoulder, he cast a look over the yard to make certain that there weren’t any curious spectators around.
“I’m not very keen on being added to your toy box.”
Eldara stared at him. “Hah?”
His indignation and anger were showing on his face, but Gwendal shook his head, not buying it. “You collect toys, don’t you? Von Sedera, Wolfram. Probably dozens of others.”
Momentarily, the anger on Eldara’s face was replaced by disbelief. “Are you jealous? Really? You don’t even believe the words you’re spewing.”
Von Voltaire’s eyes widened. Maybe that was really all what it was: anger, mistrust, jealousy. He suddenly felt confused and embarrassed.
Gwendal was silent. Denying Eldara’s words would have made the atmosphere even less bearable. Von Sedera and even Wolfram were grown men who didn’t mind much if Eldara played with them a little. In turn, they probably toyed with Eldara as well. And, in general, flirting and sex took two. Or three. Or four. Maybe this was exactly what he was angry about, just as Eldara had said.
“So you don’t like me putting you on the same level as Wolfram or von Sedera?” the duke wondered.
Gwendal left the window and returned to sit at the table. He hoped that the duke wasn’t able to tell how embarrassed he was.
“I am not,” the duke continued as von Voltaire said nothing. “Wolfram is out of the picture and you know that. Von Sedera…well, he’s a convenient…”
“...fuck?”
“Well, yes,” Eldara agreed. “Don’t you have someone like that as well?”
“I don’t.”
“Really? And here I thought it was only your incredible discretion.”
“You mean your sources turned up blank concerning my sex life?”
“Yes. And now it appears it was really nonexistent.”
“Yes, you broke the dry spell. Let’s rejoice.”
Eldara rolled his eyes. “Was it really worth it, I wonder?” he muttered angrily.
“In any case,” Gwendal said. “I don’t see any sense in this conversation. You’re leaving tomorrow. That’s it.”
“And we are back to square one.”
“I don’t understand what you want from me.”
“Will you stop pretending to be an idiot? I want you to admit that you like me enough to tell me that.”
“What will that change?”
“Something, obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t be so reluctant to say it.”
Von Voltaire’s lips curled up into a snarl. Then his face smoothed out. “Alright,” he said, but the word sounded like a dare. “I do like you and I don’t want you to leave.” He gave the duke a look. “Not yet.”
Eldara shook his head. “‘Not yet’,” he repeated with a sigh. “Well, I suppose it’s the best you can do.” He pushed the table away from von Voltaire to make himself some room and straddled him on the chair. “Was it really so difficult?”
“Yes!” von Voltaire spat angrily. He refused to look at the duke’s face and stared at his chest instead. His anger was short-lived, though. Under the duke’s scrutinizing eyes his face was turning redder and redder.
Eldara chuckled. “Your effort deserves a reward, then.” He leaned down to issue a kiss. Gwendal’s lips parted readily, and their tongues locked in lewd play. The older man’s hands slid down his back to palm Eldara’s buttocks, and the duke let out a content sigh. It was swallowed by Gwendal. He kneaded the cheeks in his hands then slipped his left in between them to seize Eldara through his trousers.
“Get them off,” he muttered, pulling his mouth away. He bit Eldara’s neck, and the duke gasped, his body going rigid. The bite was measured, without breaking the skin, just making certain to entice the other man and make him obey.
Eldara wiggled out of his lap quickly and started unbuckling his belt. Gwendal started working on his own. His dick sprung up from his underwear, hard and ready to go. Before pulling his trousers down the duke pulled out a small, oval container and squeezed it into Gwendal’s palm. It was familiar to von Voltaire, who opened it without any struggle. He scooped up some of the tacky mass from the bottom. He could already feel it reacting to the warmth of his fingers, liquefying and turning glossy. He lowered the container on the table while his other hand was already slicking his cock down with the lubricant.
The duke meanwhile got his boots, trousers and underwear off. He shrugged his jacket off as well and tossed it onto one of the free chairs at the table. The sight of von Voltaire stroking his cock was making his own throb and without waiting another moment, he straddled him again.
“Need help?” Gwendal asked while wishing nothing else but to ram into his ass.
“A little,” Eldara said, raising himself up and leaning forward. The same slick fingers that had been stroking a cock seconds ago, slipped up his ass. For several seconds they rubbed and scissored about to let him get used to the feeling and size of the incoming penetration then were abruptly gone. Then Gwendal was pushing him down, guiding his cock into him.
Trying to relax, Eldara exhaled loudly while it slid into him. He wasn’t really ready yet but this time they were doing this without a condom and it felt slicker and smoother than usual.
“Go slower,” he gasped out when the other man tried to just jab into him forcefully while pushing his hips up. “Let me.” He shifted, making himself more room in von Voltaire’s iron grip. A slight change in the position and him arching his back brought the desirable result and von Voltaire’s cock disappeared inside him completely.
Eldara waited a little before raising himself up. With the first few ups and downs he measured how far he could rise without the cock slipping out of him completely then established some sort of a rhythm.
Gwendal watched Eldara fuck himself on his cock. His dick felt amazing even though the position prevented deep penetration. Half of his cock didn’t reach up into Eldara’s ass. Maybe it was alright as Eldara might have chosen this position on purpose. They had been having anal sex every day and sometimes even several times a day. That couldn’t be good for the duke’s health. So much anal sex had to have some undesirable consequences. For now, though, it seemed that Eldara enjoyed this as much as he did, and Gwendal had no wish to dwell on this while it felt so great.
Eldara’s dick was bobbing up and down with his movements. Gwendal wasn’t able to resist the temptation and wrapped his fingers around it to stroke it.
However, it soon became apparent to Gwendal that the position wasn’t comfortable for Eldara either and that he wasn’t getting as much cock as he would have liked. His hands slid lower, under the duke’s buttocks and he lifted the man up. His cock slipped out and, surprised, Eldara grabbed at his shoulders for support. His feet didn’t reach the floor but before he could try and get his footing, Gwendal lifted him even higher and planted him onto the table with a soft thud. Then he hooked his hands under Eldara’s knees and lifted his legs up, forcing him to lie down on his back. He couldn’t help grinning at the look on Eldara’s face.
“Really? In this position?”
“Or you can climb off and turn around?”
“I would rather give your table a permanent mark.”
Indeed, now every time Gwendal sat down at the table, he would probably remember this moment. The idea made him chuckle. He guided himself back into the duke. After a few thrusts, he pulled the other man towards himself so that his lower back slid off the table and his ass was in the air, bracing against Gwendal’s hips. Gwendal held him up, leaned forward and hooked Eldara’s knees on his shoulders. His balls came flush against Eldara’s backside. The new position would satisfy them both.
Gwendal rolled his hips slowly at first to let the other man feel all of his length. Then he set a leisurely pace bent on bringing the previous pleasure and tension back. He upped it soon, and Eldara braced against the table as best as he could while trying to come up with a way of keeping his back from sliding over it.
“Take your shirt off,” Gwendal said, slowing down.
Eldara hurriedly got out of his shirt and indeed, his damp, sweaty skin stuck to the table surface as if glued on. Gwendal resumed the previous pace but with more force. The duke hummed in pleasure. His ass felt incredible. Gwendal’s cock was jabbing in and out almost forcefully even though his sphincter muscles were completely relaxed. They probably needed to apply more lubricant, but Eldara’s mind was blank. He was about to come. Gwendal wasn’t going to last any longer either.
“Shit,” Eldara groaned at a few well-placed thrusts. They made his teeth jar in pleasure.
“Yes, I’ll fuck all shit out of you,” Gwendal promised through clenched teeth.
Eldara’s cock was leaking profusely, and Gwendal grabbed it to stroke. He could barely hold on and wished for Eldara to come at once.
It only took a few pumps of his fist, and Gwendal felt Eldara tightening around himself. He came without any oral warning, his body seizing up with his back rising a little off the table top, his anus constricting around Gwendal’s cock so hard that he had to stop thrusting or he would risk injuring them both.
A moment later, Eldara’s body started relaxing, his face acquiring a more sensible look.
“I’m stuck,” Gwendal informed him with a helpless huff.
Gwendal looked desperate and frustrated. The duke found that he loved that look. “How about you sing me a song to relax?”
“How about you do some arithmetic in your head? Twenty-five multiplied by sixteen?”
“You can just stay stuck.”
It took a couple of moments and Eldara loosened up. Gwendal pulled out, hesitated, then took the jar from the table and scooped up some more of the mass. While coating his cock with it he kept watch on Eldara, but the duke wasn’t planning on going anywhere. He actually lifted his ass invitingly. Gwendal sank back into it, grateful. He lasted a whole of six thrusts then was barely in time to pull out and came all over Eldara’s thighs and stomach.
Spent, he pushed Eldara’s legs off his shoulders and dropped back into the chair behind himself.
“Good, wasn’t it?” Eldara grunted out, lowering his feet to the floor. Gwendal gave him a satisfied look, and he couldn’t help laughing at the way the older male was sprawled over the chair, his softening dick hanging out. Gwendal looked content beyond words.
Gwendal’s eyes followed Eldara while he was dressing then he followed the duke’s example: tucked himself back into his trousers, buttoned them and looped the belt.
_ _ _
“And how is our damsel in distress doing?” Eldara asked while entering von Bielefeld’s bedroom.
Wolfram didn’t look the least bit annoyed. “I know it’s hard to believe but I am not doing this on purpose,” he said.
“Yes,” Eldara drawled. “I must admit I am having my own suspicions. What is it about you and knights in shining armor rescuing you? Pardon me, ‘kings’.”
“Oh, shut up.”
Eldara grinned at the blond. Wolfram noticed that the duke appeared to be perky, content, which, keeping in mind his recently solemn moods, was suspicious. When the older man sat down on the chair near his bed, Wolfram’s nose caught the smell wafting from him – sex. To be more precise, it was sex with Gwendal. That wasn’t anything new in itself. What was new, was the scent of fulfillment that was oozing out of Eldara’s every pore.
“What happened?” Wolfram asked. To his own surprise he found that his voice sounded rather rough and aggressive.
Eldara beamed at him. “He asked me to stay.”
Wolfram’s brow rose in surprise; Gwendal was in trouble. “Will you?”
“Of course, not.”
Wolfram sighed. “Oh, Eldara… You bastard…”
“Well, there’s really nothing either of us can do to change the final outcome.”
“So you’re leaving tomorrow?”
Eldara shook his head. “No, the departure has been postponed till Thursday.” He shook his head again as Wolfram’s facial expression showed that he had misunderstood. “Oh no, it’s due to the bad weather and the possible storm.”
“You do realize that you’re behaving like an unprincipled slut?”
“And that’s wrong because…?”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. Then his face became more somber. “It’s wrong because if you break his heart, I’ll break your nose.”
Eldara opened his mouth but then, after a short thought, closed it. He actually did believe that Wolfram would do it. Would just come after him to Kardera and punch him right in the face. “I hope you won’t,” he said finally. “Not that I’m planning to or anything.”
“He’s not just some random fuck.”
“Oh, Wolfram, give me some credit – I wouldn’t have bothered myself so much with some random fuck.” Eldara gave him a curious look. “Would you prefer him breaking my heart instead?”
“Yes.”
“How unfair.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever had your heart broken. It would do you some good…would probably cure you of your stupid games.”
“I think it would make me even more cynical.”
“Perhaps.”
“This conversation is making me feel unpleasant. Let’s switch topics. How are you feeling?”
Wolfram thought for a moment. “All things considered, I’m fine,” he said, albeit uncertainly. The duke gave him a questioning look, and Wolfram shrugged awkwardly. He was tired. He had had a long nap after he had been brought in back in the castle but he still felt exhausted. He hoped he would feel better after a good night’s sleep. There were some things though, that a good night’s sleep wouldn’t be able to fix.
TBC
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