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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
- 59
- 60
- 61
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 60
“Can I kiss you now?”
Wolfram wondered about that. The question was sensible yet, at the same time, managed to annoy him. He felt pretty stupid being asked that while standing only in a towel in front of Yuuri, who was also only in his underwear and a shirt. The blond was discontent too. With what exactly he didn’t know, probably with a little bit of everything: the king seemed too content, too self-assured and victorious. Had he given in too quickly? Perhaps. No, that wasn’t it. He was tired of running. He did want Yuuri to kiss him, he actually wanted Yuuri to do much more than that and had wanted it all this time, no matter how hard he had tried to deny it. The problem was that while he had given Yuuri a chance, he still didn’t trust him one bit. Was it even possible, this kind of relationship? He didn’t want to experience the same pain and insecurity all over again.
“I think you’ll have to work your way up to that,” he told Yuuri finally.
The king gave him an uncertain look. “Are you making fun of me?” he asked, his voice balancing between anger and worry.
Wolfram shook his head. “No, I’m not. Besides, one person told me that to keep one’s affection I have to keep fueling their interest.”
“That must have been von Ashira,” Yuuri said. He was still confused but was managing to get jealous on top of that. The duke’s influence behind the blond’s reasoning was undeniable. He could easily foresee that von Ashira’s spirit was going to haunt him in his relationship with Wolfram for a very, very long time. “Listen,” he told the blond, “I won’t lose interest in you as soon as we sleep together.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No, I don’t, but… Can’t you just trust me a little bit more? Have I ever lied to you?”
Wolfram sighed. He sat down back onto the bench and leaned against the log wall. It was getting cool in the sauna. “It’s not about that. I’m more afraid that you’re lying to yourself. You’re kind, you idiot, and… I don’t know. Maybe this is some kind of delusion you’re having?”
Strangely enough, the words didn’t hurt Yuuri. A low, somewhat bitter chuckle left his mouth while he reached out for the blond’s face. Kind? He wasn’t being kind at all. There wasn’t any kindness in the way he was pressuring Wolfram.
“You will have to learn to trust me,” he said, brushing over Wolfram’s left cheek with his right palm. He sat down next to Wolfram and kissed him.
“You’re definitely getting better at this,” Wolfram commented after a moment.
“Thank you,” Yuuri said, pleased.
“Uh. No,” Wolfram grunted out, closing his legs instinctively and shying away from Yuuri, whose hand suddenly dove under his towel.
The king pouted guiltily. “I couldn’t help trying. Keeping in mind how quickly I have worked my way up to a kiss, I might just be in luck tonight.”
“You just might, but not here.”
“Oh?”
“Consider where we are. There are probably about twenty people listening in to us, including your bodyguards.”
“Only six!” came a shout from behind the door.
Wolfram’s face turned red and he hid it in his palms in disbelief. “Get lost, Lyam!” he shouted.
“Just making sure you’re okay in there!”
“He’ll be more than okay as soon as all of you leave!” Yuuri said. He couldn’t help grinning.
There was silence for a few moments. Then Lyam’s voice carried again: “Is this a request or an order, Your Majesty?”
Yuuri gave Wolfram a look. The blond was stifling a laugh. “Oh yes, he’s insolent to a point.”
Yuuri leaned in to kiss him again.
_ _ _
“So I gather it all went well yesterday, Your Majesty,” Yozak commented as soon as he entered the royal shack-office. The king was sitting at his desk, a wide grin on his face shining as the brightest lantern. It was only six in the morning; the king usually didn’t get up until seven.
“Yes,” Yuuri confirmed. “I don’t think I could have expected a better outcome.”
“So you’re an official couple again?” the captain asked, approaching the king’s desk.
Yuuri looked uncertain, and Yozak’s eyebrows rose. “No? Then… What are you, then?” he asked, carefully.
The king wasn’t sure. Were they, to put it simply, going out? They hadn’t established much of anything yet. The only things he knew for sure were that Wolfram had agreed to give him a chance, that they had kissed, that they were definitely going to kiss more, and that Wolfram had -intentionally or not- promised sex.
“I think we are going out after all,” he told Yozak.
“Splendid. Now say that with more conviction.”
“We are going out.”
“Yeah, now I’m a little bit more convinced. Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
Without waiting for the king’s permission, Yozak seated himself in front of his desk. “So, what are our plans for today?”
“I have to get ready for a date.”
Yozak tried not to let annoyance show on his face. “Right.”
“He returns from his duty at a little past six. I am not sure. Maybe I should take him out to dinner somewhere?”
“Like to a lake or the sea? Romantic atmosphere and all that?”
“Right, right. Something tasty, some flowers… I’m open to suggestions.”
“Well, it would be nice, but you won’t be alone, with your bodyguards and whatnot. That won’t do if you expect some bed-action. You can hope, of course, that the mood won’t be gone by the time you two return to this…ehh…cabin, but…”
“Mmm… Yes, you’re right. Shall I just arrange it all here, then?” the king said looking around the dilapidated shack.
“It would probably be best for now. You can take him out later. If everything goes well, you’ll have plenty of time for that.”
Shibuya wondered about that. He wished he could take Wolfram back with him to the capital. Von Bielefeld, however, would never agree, and Yuuri would never think of asking that of him either. He wasn’t certain how to go about it. There was no possibility of him staying at the fort for the duration of Wolfram’s military service. Theoretically he could, but practically… Practically, he had a kingdom to rule. No matter how much he wished to stay beside Wolfram, it wasn’t possible at the moment. The longest he could prolong his stay at the fort was two weeks, three at most. Then he would have to return to Shin Makoku. His birthday was coming up and it was going to be turned into a grand event for all and sundry. It was unthinkable for him not to attend. Wolfram was going to receive his invitation, of course, but he would be present only for a couple of days.
Yuuri dreaded the thought of leaving Wolfram behind. With the way Wolfram was seeing things and his lack of trust in their relationship, it was more than likely than not that he would bolt again. The next two or three weeks were going to be crucial. He had to somehow make Wolfram believe that it was going to work and earn his trust.
_ _ _
Wolfram spent most of his day training and running laps around the base like the other recruits. He could feel curious glances and hear all-too-interested whispers. He couldn’t decide whether he was more amused or annoyed. Late in the afternoon, Sergeant Tyari took pity on him and sent both him and Lyam on a couple of errands down into the village. At least Lyam didn’t breathe a word about the whole thing while they were in the village. They ended up helping out with collecting hay.
They were still out in the field when the sky started getting dark, promising rain. By the time the rain started, they had finished loading the last cart. They were about to help unload it in the stackyard, but then spotted another family that was obviously not going to make it on time. Thus they sent the cart out and ran to the neighbor’s field to help them. If they didn’t have enough time to remove all of the hay from the field, maybe they’d have enough time to stack it up.
They succeeded in sending one cart out then helped to rake up the rest of the hay and put it into two stacks. Then it started pouring and it was over. Wolfram and Lyam split and went to help unload the carts.
The two of them returned to the fort at a little past eight. Each was carrying a basket with various food the villagers had expressed their thanks with. At the sight of the king at the gate, Lyam increased his pace and disappeared out of his view as fast as he could.
“Welcome back,” Yuuri greeted.
“Thanks,” Wolfram answered a little awkwardly; everyone was staring at them, some not even pretending not to.
“I thought you might have run off again,” Yuuri said, and Wolfram could see that it was true; he indeed had been worried.
“Obviously I haven’t. Listen, I won’t run anywhere. We were helping out with hay and it started raining and… Anyway, it took us all day.”
“Should I kiss you? Well, you know, just to give all the gawkers some food for thought?”
Wolfram chuckled. “If you want to.”
“I do. And you? Do you want me to?”
“Yes.”
So Yuuri did. It was more of a greeting than a kiss. Just a short press of his lips to Wolfram’s. Yet with that, he had officially established his intentions towards the blond. Now it was no longer at rumor level.
“I would like you to join me for dinner,” Yuuri said.
“Um… Haven’t you eaten yet? Well, alright. I’ll wash up first. Let’s meet at the canteen in half an hour, then?”
“No, not in the canteen. I mean a nice, romantic dinner in that shack of mine, just the two of us.”
“Oh.”
Wolfram looked somewhat reluctant, and Yuuri thought that he was rushing too much. “Or I could just bring it all to the canteen? Or maybe ask Yozak to join us?”
“Ugh. Yozak?” Wolfram laughed. He shook his head. “No, it’s not that. I just thought that I don’t have anything to wear for such an occasion.”
The king was flooded with relief. “You could come dressed in a potato sack and I wouldn’t care.”
Wolfram gave him an insulted look. “That’s the problem with you – you never notice anything! I wear my best outfits and you don’t even bat an eyelid!”
“Oh, I definitely do. It’s just that… Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether you’ll come in dressed up or not. I will definitely want to take it all off anyway.”
“So freaking tasteless!”
Yuuri laughed. “But practical.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Alright. I’ll just go to the sauna first.”
A little bit more than half an hour later, with his hair still damp, Wolfram entered the king’s shack. He had changed and was wearing his blue von Bielefelds’ troops uniform. He had also changed his boots. Surprised, he stopped in the doorway.
“Wow,” he muttered looking at the burning candlesticks dotted all around the shack. There were also flower bouquets on his makeshift desk and the windowsills. They had been put in jugs and pitchers, since Yuuri probably hadn’t found anything more suitable.
“Uh,” Yuuri said a little embarrassed about his reaction, “I had some free time.”
“You decorated it all on your own?”
“Mm…yes, but I’ve never decorated anything before. Well, maybe except for a couple of posters on the wall in my room back at my parents’ house.”
“I like it,” Wolfram said, coming closer to the table set with food. “I like it a lot.”
A little taken aback, Yuuri followed him to the table as well. His nose caught a whiff of Wolfram’s usual cologne. For some unfathomable reason it made the king blush furiously.
“Umm…” Yuuri muttered apologetically, “I thought about giving you flowers but I doubt that you’ll have somewhere to put them. Umm… The food has also been reheated.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Wolfram said, seating himself without any prior indications from Yuuri. Instead, it was him who gave a sign for the king to sit opposite him. He was famished after the day’s hard work. “The flowers look wonderful as well.”
Yuuri was giving him a suspicious look, and Wolfram chuckled. “I’m serious. Never before you’ve presented me with something that has been done or made by you.”
“Oh. Ooohhh…”
It dawned on Yuuri that he had been going about it the wrong way. Wolfram was someone who could actually have almost anything he wanted. Yuuri had always known that and tried to make his gifts count while carefully picking one. He, however, had always thought that Wolfram had been spoilt for choice in gifts and was used to getting expensive things. He didn’t think or rather was afraid that Wolfram wouldn’t care for anything silly he himself made.
“I am not as spoiled as you think I am,” Wolfram said softly as if reading Yuuri’s thoughts. “Well, I probably am, but to an extent.”
“Duly noted. Dig in. I can see that you’re famished.”
“Thanks.”
Roasted potatoes with mushrooms and sour cream disappeared first without Yuuri even having touched his own portion. After that Wolfram poured himself half a bowl of beetroot soup. Then he got down to annihilating a stack of pastries with bilberry filling.
“Have you had the pleasure of noticing the exquisite design of the tableware?” Yuuri teased him. With a wide, content grin, he kept watching the blond wolfing his food down.
“Not really,” Wolfram said, stopping for a moment to wash the pastry down with a drink made of strongly diluted strawberry jam.
Yuuri chuckled. “Barbaric.”
It was clear that after eating all that Wolfram would just fall asleep. There was hardly any likelihood of sex. The king couldn’t help being a little disappointed, but he still had hope. In the worst-case scenario, they could at least kiss, which would still be a very good scenario in Yuuri’s book.
“Do you want to stay over, or will you return to the barracks?”
Wolfram blinked at him in surprise. “Of course, I’ll stay here.” He was full and content, and the prospect of a room full of hollering and jostling then snoring recruits was appalling. Besides, what the hell was this about? Had Yuuri really invited him only to have dinner together? What were they? Ten-year-olds? On the other hand, he found the caution Yuuri was exhibiting endearing.
His answer obviously pleased the king, who suddenly looked as if he had signed a peace treaty with a country that had a long history of hostility. Wolfram chuckled. He finished his strawberry drink and set the glass onto the table.
“Thank you,” he said. “The food was delicious.”
Yuuri made a mental note to compliment the cooks.
“I think I’m a little bit too tired for sex, but I can suck you off.”
The king gave him a searching look. “Why are you being so vulgar? Yesterday too. Is this a way to test me…to put me off?”
Wolfram opened his mouth then closed it. Yuuri was right. Eldara and he hadn’t been vulgar with each other no matter what lewd things they did in bed. In conversations outside the bedroom, they had kept it light and sensual, never vulgar.
“You’re probably right,” he agreed with Yuuri. “I think I more or less hope to scare you off before we really try it and you realize that it’s…well, not for you.”
Yuuri nodded. “A defense mechanism, so to speak? You’re also still a little bit angry and annoyed with me, aren’t you?”
Wolfram tapped the side of his empty glass with his index finger. “Maybe.” Then he shrugged. “Yeah, a bit.”
The king nodded again. At least short, random and useless answers were no more. Wolfram was really talking to him. It made a huge difference.
“I understand that. Yet... Could you not talk about these things so condescendingly? It does bother me, but not in the way you think. And…well, I don’t believe that this is really how you feel about it, is it?”
Wolfram’s fingers started fidgeting with the glass again. “No, it’s not,” he muttered agreeing. “I’m just…” He shrugged without finishing his sentence. He suddenly felt very tired, his thoughts and body heavy like lead.
Yuuri watched him thoughtfully. Wolfram was going to need more time to come to terms with their new relationship. He was being too careful, too defensive. And Yuuri knew that he could only blame himself.
“I think we should just go to sleep for today,” he said.
“Alright,” Wolfram agreed.
The blond being so compliant was an unusual thing. Yuuri watched him get up and walk over to the makeshift bed that he had used when Wolfram had been struck by lightning.
“You can sleep in my bed,” Yuuri offered. “I mean switching beds, not sleeping together. It’s probably more comfortable.”
“I’m good here.”
“Alright,” Yuuri said, trying not to peek when the other man started undressing. Instead, the king busied himself with arranging the dirty dishes into a pile on the corner of his desk. He could have asked one of the bodyguards at the door to take them back to the canteen but the idea of someone else entering the shack was disturbing. For some reason, he felt protective of Wolfram.
The king set on extinguishing the numerous candles in the shack, but then all of them suddenly went out except for the ones close to his and Wolfram’s beds.
“I’ve probably said this many times already, but this is really convenient.”
“I know.”
He heard the blond slip under the bedcovers. Yuuri walked over to the other bed and started taking his clothes off as well. He had expected a very different ending to this evening but, surprisingly, wasn’t disappointed. He was glad to see Wolfram becoming more honest with him, with both of them, in fact.
The two of them shifted and rolled in their beds to get more comfortable then the shack became silent. It was rather windy outside and they could hear doors, window panes and shutters clattering all around the fort. There was also the occasional whistle of wind as it squeezed itself through the cracks and tears in the shack. A winter in this shack would be a challenge.
Yuuri was still nervous while he could bet that Wolfram had fallen asleep a long time ago. The thoughts in his head just kept whirring fruitlessly. All this nervousness was giving him indigestion. He let out a stealthy fart which, unfortunately, happened to be not so stealthy.
In a couple of seconds, from the other side of the shack, he heard an answering toot. He farted again and couldn’t help laughing.
“We’ve got a great communication going here,” Wolfram’s voice echoed.
“I’ve got no idea what your message was, though.”
Wolfram was quiet for a few moments. “I think it was a question. I asked if I could join you in your bed.”
“Really? Of course you could, but I would recommend waiting a minute or so. The stench is eye-watering.”
“I guess I’ll wait, then.”
“Don’t fall asleep.”
Wolfram laughed. “I promise I won’t.”
A minute or so passed and Yuuri heard the makeshift bed creak. A few candles lit up, the shack coming to life again. Wolfram walked over to the king’s bed and sat down on its edge. Yuuri sat up as well. With only a few candles alight he couldn’t see Wolfram’s face very well. The tiny, healing cross on the blond’s face wasn’t visible at all. While confronted with the blond’s chest and so much bare skin, Yuuri wasn’t much interested in his face. He could hear his own heart frantically beating and was trying fruitlessly to think of his next step.
Wolfram, however, didn’t tease him anymore. He leaned in to press their mouths together. His tongue snuck into the king’s mouth, rubbed against his tongue then flicked over the roof of his mouth. Yuuri shivered. He didn’t even take heed when his arms slid around the other man, his right hand palming the back of his neck while his left found the small of the blond’s back and pressed trying to bring their bodies closer.
A couple of moments later, the blond wriggled out of the king’s embrace. Panting, Yuuri stared at him. He was painfully hard. All those days of blindly following Wolfram had manifested in this moment and he thought that he would die or at least go crazy if the blond said ‘no’ at this point.
Wolfram, meanwhile, wasn’t even thinking of saying ‘no’. He was mostly preoccupied with reigning himself in. He could see the state Yuuri was in and all he wished for was to straddle Yuuri and shove that hard dick up his ass. His common sense, however, kept telling him that this would probably be too fast of a progress in their still skewed relationship. Yuuri might just freak out. On the other hand, he had a feeling that Yuuri might even encourage it.
“What do you want me to do?” Wolfram muttered, staring at the king.
“Anything, just don’t run away.”
“That would be a complicated thing to do, while sprouting this,” the blond said while pushing his hips forward to demonstrate the erection tenting his underwear. His eyes widened in surprise when Yuuri’s hand suddenly palmed him there.
“Had to make sure,” Yuuri said. “I can barely see anything in this half-light. Come closer,” he demanded, using the penis in his hand as a rudder, tugging gently. “And how about you take these off?”
“You’ll have to let go of me first. Take yours off too.”
Yuuri wriggled out of his underwear in a flash. Awkwardly, he kneeled on the bed, his erection jutting out. Wolfram slipped out of his and got into the bed. Yuuri was suddenly all over him, kissing, touching. He felt himself being maneuvered on his back. He let Yuuri push him down. Again, he was struck by the other’s boldness. It was almost overpowering. Yuuri, just like him, was drunk on their proximity. The excitement and lust were making them both lose their minds. Wolfram’s hands rose upwards to encourage Yuuri to explore his body. They kissed again, much messier now, tongues lewdly twisting, breaths shallow, hungry.
Yuuri touched Wolfram’s penis again. He felt it harden further in his palm and it turned him on even more. He could instinctively tell that Wolfram liked him more aggressive, so he used more force to keep him down, to dominate him. Thus, it was very embarrassing to admit that he didn’t have much of an idea how to proceed.
“What’s next?” he breathed out while kissing the blond’s neck; he had noticed a particular spot there that made Wolfram sigh in pleasure every time his lips touched it.
Wolfram blinked at the ceiling, unsure. “And what do you want?”
“I want to come. You too.”
Wolfram found Yuuri’s hand that was still wrapped around his cock and made him unhook his fingers. He shifted underneath the king so that their erections came flush, making Yuuri grunt at the sudden friction. Then he made Yuuri’s hand palm both of them. He thought about some kind of lubricant, but Yuuri was already oozing precome. Maybe that would be enough.
Yuuri caught on quickly, slickening himself and Wolfram with the few clear droplets from the tip of his penis. His biggest fear now was that he would come at any moment now. Despite it being himself who was touching him, the circumstances were absolutely different. He shivered in pleasure every time he moved his hand.
“I think I’m…”
He didn’t get to finish the warning before coming. His palm suddenly became sticky with sperm. He was suddenly relieved and incredibly tense at the same time. Embarrassed to his bones he raised his head to look at Wolfram.
“Umm…”
“Finish what you started,” Wolfram said, a little amused by his awkwardness. “Or will I have to look for someone else to help me out?” he added since Yuuri was still staring at him sheepishly.
The king’s back tensed even more. “That’s not even remotely funny. Don’t joke like that.”
“Mmnn…”
Wolfram closed his eyes as Yuuri continued to stroke him. He relaxed and just let himself enjoy the other man’s closeness and touch. Yuuri was sweating too, the strong, masculine smell inciting his senses.
“What would you do if you found me in another man’s bed?”
The king gave him a look, but the blond’s eyes were still closed. He didn’t seem to be serious. A kink. How interesting. Yuuri leaned closer to Wolfram’s right ear. “I’d cut his balls off,” he said, squeezing Wolfram’s own to emphasize his meaning. He was excited to feel a shiver pass over the blond’s body. His hand increased the pace. Even in the poor candlelight, he could see that Wolfram’s face and the upper part of his chest were darker than the rest of his body; he was close. “And you,” Yuuri continued, “I’d fuck you until you could neither stand nor walk. As soon as I figured out how it’s done, that is.”
Wolfram chuckled, his voice low and heavy. “Your honesty made you break the character,” he said, laughing. He grabbed Yuuri by his hair to lower his head and kiss him. “Don’t worry. I promise to fix that little problem of yours in the near future.”
The blond came a couple of seconds later, his seed spurting into Yuuri’s already soiled hand, the excess dripping down onto his stomach.
“I’m hard again,” Yuuri informed him as soon as he opened his eyes.
“I bet you are.”
“Can you… Well… You offered fellatio during dinner. Can you do that?”
Wolfram laughed at the way the king phrased it and at how hopeful his face was. “Sure. We’ll have to trade places, though.”
This time it took a little longer for Yuuri to come. The incredible scene of his manhood in Wolfram’s mouth and the sounds that emerged made him rock hard. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blond’s face. He finally understood why his classmates back at school had been so excited about the whole thing. The way Wolfram’s mouth moved around him and the way he obviously enjoyed doing this for him, made him grab the blond by his hair and try to shove into his mouth as far as he’d go. He couldn’t help moaning at a few especially hard suctions Wolfram had rewarded him with. He was going to have Wolfram do this for him every day.
TBC
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