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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
- 60
- 61
- 62
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 61
Wolfram had overslept. Cursing, he tore through the shack while dressing up in clothes that he would have to change again at the barracks anyway. He wished he had been less narcissistic and had come in dressed in his usual recruit uniform.
“Whoa!” Yozak exhaled in surprise when he opened the door and Wolfram whooshed past him and in the direction of the barracks. “Just take a day off, will you? I bet you can’t walk anyway!” he shouted after the blond. “Or maybe you can,” he said, wondering at the speed with which von Bielefeld tore into the barracks. He turned to the king to give him a questioning look.
“Nothing happened,” Yuuri said awkwardly. “Well, it did, but…”
Yozak blinked at him. “Does Your Majesty need a lesson or two on how to use and where to stick his royal ding-dong?”
“No, thank you. We’ll get there eventually.”
The captain watched the king getting his attire in order. Things were apparently a bit more complicated than he had thought. He had expected Wolfram to have already taken initiative and ridden Shibuya of Shin Makoku to a better tomorrow. Oh well.
“Yep, eventually,” he repeated cheerfully the king’s words.
It was then that Yuuri had come up with an excuse to send Yozak to the canteen. He didn’t really want any coffee. He just wanted to be alone for a moment; Yozak’s simplistic take on things both confused and annoyed him. Yuuri felt he needed to sit down and somehow…digest everything that had happened the night before.
His face suddenly turned tomato-red. He covered his mouth. He couldn’t believe he had done all that yesterday. When he used to imagine himself and Wolfram doing those kinds of things, he had always been gentle with the other man, listening to his every word, pleasing him just the way he wanted it. In reality, it was all quite different. He had completely lost control over the situation. Somehow…there had hardly been any of the gentle feelings he had imagined. Being as inexperienced as he was, he had never expected himself to get caught up like that. He had vented his lust and the more Wolfram complied with his wishes, the greedier he became. He had even asked Wolfram for oral. The blond had taken the lead, but it still felt that he had somehow been unjust to Wolfram. Perhaps he had made Wolfram do something that he didn’t want or wasn’t comfortable with. Wolfram could have refused, of course, but in that kind of situation, wouldn’t one feel uncomfortable to refuse?
And yet the king hoped and felt that he was overthinking things. Wolfram had experience. Maybe with only one man, but he obviously had plenty of it. Wolfram was also not the one to keep quiet about something he didn’t like. Usually, he expressed his dislikes clearly and with a bang.
The king shifted uncomfortably. He was hard. It was pretty obvious that today was going to be one long day, filled with thoughts of last night. He was going to keep working himself up with crazy ideas about tonight’s possibilities.
During breakfast Yuuri was informed about a letter from the capital. It was from von Voltaire and it had been brought by a winged skeleton. Yozak had put the sealed envelope on the king’s desk/table in his shack, where Yuuri found it later. He dreaded it containing a request for him to return to the capital immediately. To his relief it was only von Voltaire’s report on the latest events in the kingdom and the countries they had treaties with or were on hostile terms. There was also a polite inquiry about the date of his return.
The king read the report carefully then wanted to start writing his answer but realized that he had neither a pen nor ink. He hadn’t taken any when he had set out to chase Wolfram halfway across the country.
Yuuri left the shack to search for both. His bodyguards gave him guilty looks and advised he ask Sergeant Tyari or Captain Gurrier. The sergeant was absent so that left Yozak, who appeared to be absent as well. Annoyed, Yuuri returned to his shack. Then it occurred to him that Wolfram definitely exchanged correspondence with his family and went to the barracks to ransack the blond’s bedside cabinet. He found everything he needed and could finally write his answer.
As the king was running around the entire fort, the winged skeleton was sitting perched on the royal shack’s roof, its empty eye sockets following him. It had been ordered to only take the response directly from the king. It also had orders to wait, if possible, for von Bielefeld’s reply but he still hadn’t been presented with his letter, as he was absent.
Shibuya was done with his reply in an hour. He went outside into the yard and waved the letter in the air. The skeleton landed next to him and took it. However, instead of leaving immediately, it remained standing next to him for a few moments then rose into the air and returned to perch on the barracks’ roof, where it stayed motionless.
“Has it brought a letter for von Bielefeld as well?” Yuuri asked his bodyguards, who confirmed it.
The king shielded his eyes against the sun and looked up at the roof again. Winged skeletons were still a mystery to him. There was only one place in the whole of Shin Makoku where they were manufactured, if one could call the whole process that. He had read about their production and found it gruesome. He was still debating whether to forbid them from being made or not. They were made from a combination of people’s skeletons and dragons’ wings. It didn’t matter whether it was a Human or a Demon, but it required a certain type of a dragon for the wings to function properly. The makers then arranged the required bones and performed a magical ritual to call out a ghost or a spirit. They bound it to the skeleton for eternity. It wasn’t easy to find ghosts or spirits. They also had to be weak enough to let themselves be bound to a pile of bones. The stronger ones resisted the spell or, in some cases, attacked the casters. Most ghosts or spirits were bound in haunted houses, woods or other troubled locations. The bound spirits had to be trained to do the required tasks. They repeated them over and over, until they learned.
Since the whole process required an enormous amount of preparation, energy and skill, not to mention was very dangerous, winged skeletons were very expensive and only the richest noble houses could afford them. The one on the barracks’ roof bore a ribbon with von Voltaires’ arms and colors. Yuuri had demanded to see the accounts and knew that there were about forty skeletons in total, five of which were in von Voltaire’s possession. Ten of them belonged to the Royal Court and were under his own direct command. Five were in von Christs’ family. Three more belonged to von Bielefelds. The remaining skeletons were spread amongst the other noble families that had been able to afford them. Despite the humongous price, they were still in high demand.
The king lowered his hand and turned around. He couldn’t decide whether to leave it as common trade or interfere. The skeletons had an advantage over commonly-used pigeons and other birds as they could fly in all directions, not just back and forth. They were indispensable. However, they were much easier to notice and could also be easily taken out of the sky by any skilled element wielder. It didn’t happen often and if it did, it was usually by a hapless accident. But there had been instances of outlaws obtaining important correspondences or even holding a skeleton hostage for ransom. Such a deed was punishable by death. Simple as that. If one touched something that belonged to powerful Houses, they had to be ready to face the consequences. There was also a decree one of the previous kings had passed that forbade winged skeletons to be sold abroad. It made a lot of sense: in the event that Shin Makoku went to war; there was no need to arm a potential enemy.
It was only noon, but Yuuri didn’t know what to do with himself. After having written an answer to von Voltaire’s letter, he kept walking in circles around the fort. He was looking forward to lunch as it was going to keep him occupied for at least twenty minutes. He was even looking forward to the earl’s return in the evening; he and his men were out hunting. He would at least have someone to talk to. He would even listen to von Christ brag for hours and hours about his catch. As long as it kept his mind off last night and Wolfram.
“Yozak!” the king exclaimed cheerfully at the sight of the captain and two other men entering the fort.
The three were on their horses. The captain had two rabbits tied to the saddle. One man a fox and the other had a sack of something moving on his saddle.
“Mmm? Yes, Your Majesty? I am sure I have informed Your Majesty about joining in the hunt?” Yozak said, giving him a suspecting look. “I am also sure we’ve returned as promised?”
“Yes! Awesome! What did you catch?”
“Is there something wrong, Your Majesty?” Yozak asked, not buying it. The king usually didn’t show any interest in hunts and even less in prey; he hated the sight of blood.
“No, no, everything’s completely fine. Now show me your catch and let’s go to have a spar.”
Yozak blinked.
_ _ _
Von Bielefeld was bent over, fixing a broken chair, and Lyam couldn’t help slapping his jutting rump; Wolfram had a great ass. Wolfram yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the hammer.
“What the fuck, Lyam?”
“Couldn’t help it. Listen, so are you two an item again?” Lyam asked, sitting down on the grass next to the blond. He held out a bunch of nails for Wolfram.
“I suppose we are,” the blond said, reaching out for one. “Not exactly officially, though.”
“Him banging you last night is as official as it gets.”
Wolfram glared at him. “He didn’t.”
“Oh my.” Lyam shrugged. “Don’t be so upset, I’m sure he will.” He grinned when Wolfram let out an annoyed grunt. “I’m glad, though. He seems to really like you. Personally, I wouldn’t be able to deal with your shit.”
The blond stopped hammering and turned to him. “My shit? It wasn’t me who took our engagement as one big joke!”
“Oh shut up about it already! Wasn’t it you who told me that the whole engagement had been an accident? It really was one big joke! And all of it was only in your head, wasn’t it? He’s younger than you, right? So maybe he’s just a bit slower when it comes to romance. Maybe it just took him longer to figure everything out?”
Wolfram drove a nail into the leg of the chair angrily. “That’s what he keeps telling me.”
“See?”
“No, I don’t see!” Wolfram said, his anger rising. “This whole thing is pissing me off!”
“The way I see it, it’s you who’s pissing yourself off. Swallow your darned pride and just enjoy it. It’s practically your honeymoon now.”
Wolfram hammered a few more nails into the chair then set it on the ground, tested its stability and then sat down on it.
“Should hold for a few days.”
“What exactly are you unhappy about?” Lyam wondered. “Or is it one of those instances where you were bent on catching him and now that you have him, you have no idea what to do with him? Are you actually regretting the whole thing?”
“I’m not regretting anything, and I know exactly what I want to do with him and to him.”
Lyam whistled, but Wolfram didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting to his teasing. He remained sitting in the chair, staring at his friend’s forehead.
“So what the hell is your problem, then?”
“I don’t trust him. Doesn’t he change his mind too easily?”
“Huh…” Lyam lay down on the grass and scratched his itching side absently. “From what I can tell, he’s feeling insecure as well. Doesn’t he keep thinking that you will run again? The two of you will just have to work something out.”
“Insecure my ass,” Wolfram muttered. “Strutting around as if he owns the place, dishing out promises he’ll never keep!”
Lyam couldn’t help grinning. “He does own the place, the whole country, to be precise. Besides, I can bet you a hundred gold coins that most of what you see is just a lot of a ‘tough guy’ bullshit. And all of this bravado is only to impress you.”
“What the hell do you even know?”
“I’ve been in love a couple of times. So have you, haven’t you? Didn’t you do some of the most stupid shit ever to impress your sweetheart?”
Wolfram cracked a smile. “I sure did.”
“Now he’s the one doing the same stupid and embarrassing shit for you. Be impressed and follow his lead. See where he takes you. This is what you want to do anyway, isn’t it? You’ll have to swallow your pride and forgive him.”
The blond pursed his lips. “Doesn’t sound too bad when you say it, but… Hey, Lyam, how old are you again?”
“Oh, I know that I am wise beyond my years. Two gold coins for my effort, Your Highness?”
“I knew all this wisdom wasn’t for free.”
“Stand up already. I want to see if your work was any good.”
Wolfram left the chair and looked at the pile of other things that had been brought for them to fix. Neither Lyam nor Wolfram had any experience in carpentry, but desperate times called for desperate measures. There were the things that no one treasured or had no way to pay the village carpenter to fix them. The carpenter was also busy working on the new fort and spent all of his days there.
“Screw this shit!” Wolfram said, throwing the hammer onto the grass. “How about we go get lunch at the fort? I haven’t eaten since yesterday evening! I’m starving!”
“That is the smartest thing I’ve heard you say today.”
“Fuck off.”
The two left the pile of broken furniture alone and headed for the fort.
“How about a drink or two in the evening?” Wolfram suggested. “I haven’t seen Kurt much after that accident with the lightning. Davidas too has been out in the forest chopping down trees.”
Lyam stared at his profile for some time. “Are you fuckin’ stupid or what? There’s definitely something wrong with you. I can bet you a thousand gold coins that Shibuya can’t wait for the evening to come sooner. He’ll be really mad if you piss off to the tavern.”
“I was actually thinking about inviting him as well.”
Lyam’s mouth hung open. “You what?” He waved his hands frantically. “You can count me out. That’s a terrible idea!”
“Chicken.”
“You know how bad I’m with nobility.”
“The worse you’ll be, the more he’ll like you.”
“Is this some kind of a trick?”
Wolfram shook his head. He didn’t say anything for a few moments, debating whether it was his place to say what he was about to say. He came to the conclusion that it wasn’t. He decided that he didn’t care.
“He’s lonely, Lyam. Has been for quite some time now.”
“Huh? Nonsense. He’s got you. And…and Captain Gurrier! Actually, everyone should have a Gurrier at their side.”
“You are my Gurrier,” Wolfram said. “Now be a good boy and tell me that you’re going with us to the tavern.”
“Are you really asking me to be the king’s personal clown?” Lyam muttered in disbelief.
“I’ll buy you a new sword and a pair of nice, warm, comfortable leather boots.”
“Oh boy! I can’t wait to become the king’s personal clown! What time in the tavern?”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “I’m amazed at how quickly our interests can become mutual.” He sighed. “Don’t be a clown, just be yourself. Even though sometimes they’re probably one and the same. And if you do this right, maybe you’ll gain a very influential acquaintance.”
“Oh boy, can’t wait to lick his boots and kiss his ass!”
“Oh shut up! And don’t even think about kissing his ass. It’s all mine now.”
“Eww. You can definitely keep it. You know, you’ve still got to convince Davidas and Kurt.”
“Consider it done.”
“I hate you and your money. Why does everything have to go your way?”
“Yeah, even the freaking lightning came my way.”
Lyam grinned. “Oh yeah. That. Serves you right.”
_ _ _
When Shibuya and von Bielefeld arrived at the tavern, Wolfram’s friends were already there. The king’s appearance caused all the noise and action to cease at once. The men stood up and the ones closest to Shibuya started a marathon of greetings.
“Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty.”
Yuuri smiled brightly while waving the greetings off into silence. “Good evening,” he said.
The king followed Wolfram through the tables and to the right corner of the tavern where his friends had squeezed themselves in. He nearly walked into Wolfram’s back as he had suddenly stopped.
“It would be a good idea to buy them a pint of beer,” Wolfram whispered, remembering the lessons taught by Gurrier.
“What? For your friends?”
“No.” Wolfram looked around the tavern meaningfully.
“All of them?” Yuuri muttered, surprised. “Why?”
“I’m sure you can afford it. Just do it and they’ll remember your kind gesture forever. They’ll be telling their grandchildren about it. Besides, it will keep them occupied for a couple of minutes. Their stares are getting on my nerves.”
Yuuri, who was currently only interested in Wolfram’s friendship, nodded. “You could have said so at once.”
Lyam, Kurt and Davidas all stood up when the king approached their table. There were already some drinks on the table. Some of the mugs were empty.
“Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty.”
Yuuri greeted them as well and seated himself next to Lyam. It was either that or sit opposite him, which meant that Wolfram would have to sit next to Lyam. The blond sat down next to Kurt. Lyam found the king’s choice of seating amusing and was currently freaking out about how to stop endless comments and remarks that were whirling in his head from entering his mouth. He was lightly buzzed already. Wolfram gave Lyam’s red face a warning look. Lyam couldn’t help grinning.
“No matter what he says or does,” Wolfram told Yuuri, “I, and everyone else in the entire fort, can assure you that he’s not into cocks.”
“Why can’t you be more…tactful?” Lyam said while the rest of the table were just sitting in stunned silence. “There was absolutely no need…”
“Oh, there definitely was. Besides, I’m merely quoting you.”
Kurt cleared his throat.
“I’ll bear that in mind,” Yuuri said.
“Your Majesty doesn’t have to,” Lyam muttered, taking a sip of his beer.
Yuuri’s eyebrows rose while he was thinking what exactly that was supposed to mean – sounded like a challenge. His train of thought was cut off by the tavern owner, who came rushing to their table and started listing everything he had to offer to the royal palate, which was barely anything. Not much at all.
“Yes, the wine sounds perfect,” Yuuri said. “And could you please get a beer for each of your customers? My treat.”
“Certainly, Your Majesty!”
The news and beer reached some men at the same time, others had to wait until the owner did his best cleaning the five wineglasses before he poured some wine. The wait made the beer seem tastier and everyone drank to His Majesty’s health.
“So,” Yuuri said to interrupt the awkward silence at the table, “how was your day?”
The question was aimed at everyone, but it was Wolfram who spoke first: “Lyam and I were fixing furniture.”
“Huh. I didn’t know you knew how to.”
“I don’t. Neither does Lyam. It’s because the carpenter is busy at the new fort and we do it for free.”
The king scratched his chin wondering how good of a job Wolfram was doing. Probably not a very good one. “Maybe ask around?” he suggested. “There are bound to be some old folks who have at least a grain of understanding of carpentry. It’s pretty useless otherwise, isn’t it?”
“Chairs are the worst, but it’s not too bad otherwise,” Lyam said a little bit defensively.
“Yeah,” Wolfram agreed with him, “chairs are difficult. You hammer and hammer and in the end, their legs give out anyway. A complete mystery.”
“I’ve been down in the forest chopping trees,” Davidas said when a pause settled in. He wanted to show his blistered and callous hands but held back. He wondered if Wolfram had ever chopped down at least one tree in his life. As far as he could remember, von Bielefeld had never been sent into the woods. Did his highness even know how to hold an axe? “Let’s trade places,” he suddenly told Wolfram. “You’ll go chopping tomorrow and I’ll wave the hammer around.”
The blond gave him a look. “Don’t think I don’t know how to fell a tree.”
“I actually think you don’t.”
“It’s a bet, then!” Lyam decided in a blink. “What are you betting?”
“A week of cutting down trees if he loses,” Davidas said, without missing a beat.
Everyone turned to Wolfram. “You’ll be my spar partner for a week if you lose.”
Davidas frowned but nodded. “Agreed.”
Lyam grinned at his friend’s annoyed face. “You’re totally drunk, aren’t you?”
“And what did Your Majesty do?” Kurt felt compelled to ask.
“Answered some letters and then went to spar with Captain Gurrier,” Yuuri mumbled as fast and as quietly as he could.
Everyone at the table tried to do their best awed impressions. The king rolled his eyes. “I know. Better than chopping trees or fixing chairs but painfully boring.”
Wolfram couldn’t believe it. “What? The spar too? I don’t think you’ve become so good as to say that it’s boring to spar with Yozak?”
“Ah, no. That wasn’t boring. More painful than boring.”
Half an hour later their tongues got completely loose. With everyone going to and from the latrine the seats were also mixed up, Wolfram easily finding his place at the king’s side. He was in an incredibly good mood, quite buzzed and found almost everything Lyam said funny.
“…and then she said she had wanted yellow roses and slammed the door in my face.”
“An arrow was dodged right there,” Kurt commented. “Lucky you.”
“Totally,” Wolfram agreed. The blond wasn’t fond of beer but he was coming close to finishing the wine bottle all on his own. “Next time you get her yellow roses, she’ll tell you she’d wanted blue ones.”
“I think she just didn’t like you and wanted an excuse to get rid of you,” Davidas offered his piece of mind.
“We don’t do that here,” Wolfram said in a serious voice.
“Don’t do what?” Davidas wondered.
“Make logical conclusions. We don’t do that here,” Wolfram repeated, almost shrieking with laughter. “You need to drink more!”
“And you need to drink less,” Lyam said, pushing the bottle away from Wolfram. “I can never believe how little it takes to get you drunk. Two sips and you’re done for. It’s just freaking wine!”
Yuuri watched them all while nursing his own red wine. He didn’t quite feel out of place or excluded. He felt a little strange, true, but that was probably because he was the only one still sober. Well, more or less sober. He poked Wolfram’s upper arm to get his attention.
“Listen,” he told the blond once he had turned to him, “I’ve always wanted to ask about what you told Shinou last time.”
“What?” Wolfram suddenly flared up. “Why? Has he been talking shit about me?”
“Ugh, no. It’s just that I can barely feel his presence lately. He has become rather distant.”
“Isn’t that a good thing? I told him to shove off,” Wolfram said proudly, patting Yuuri on his shoulder. “I told him he’d forgotten who was borrowing whose body.”
“Ah. Makes sense. Really.”
Yuuri had no doubts that similar words had really been exchanged. If anyone could have told Shinou to mind his own business and place, it was Wolfram. There was something strange in how Shinou perceived von Bielefeld. He was fond of Wolfram. “Fond” was actually a huge understatement of what Shinou felt towards the blond. For some unfathomable reason he had always considered Wolfram his. There wasn’t even much sexual attraction since, obviously, Shinou lacked a body. It was mostly about possession and dominance, which both baffled and made Yuuri uneasy. There was not a hint of doubt in Shinou’s mind that he would have Wolfram.
“You ought to arrange some festivities at his temple,” Wolfram said all of a sudden, looking wistful. “Organize a parade of naked maidens or something. An orgy maybe.”
Yuuri nearly choked on his wine. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“If he’s moved out of your head, he’s probably spending his time in that boring temple of his. Can you imagine how it feels to spend thousands of years in that fucked up temple? You’d better pray to all gods he doesn’t decide to usurp your body for his needs.” Wolfram blinked. “I should probably pray too. Last time I saw him I got the impression that he’s got a thing for me.”
“He certainly has,” Yuuri muttered, agreeing. “Entertainment, you say… I can probably arrange that. But won’t visual stimulation lead to him wanting to act all of it out? Isn’t it even more dangerous?”
“The hell you two are talking about?” Lyam wondered, all ears. “What visual stimulation? What are you two going to stimulate?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious what they’re going to stimulate,” Kurt said, giggling. “You’re just jealous that no one wants to stimulate you.”
“Oh, there’re plenty of wishing,” Lyam retorted. “Only that cocks don’t interest me.”
“You keep repeating that,” Wolfram laughed, “seems to me too often at that. You might just be in denial, like someone else here during all those years of our engagement.”
Yuuri wanted to tell Wolfram to keep him out of this, but just pursed his lips and stayed quiet. Wolfram venting his frustrations with him might just work on the blond therapeutically. It was easy to tell that Wolfram was still full of them. It also sometimes seemed that Wolfram didn’t quite know what to do with his anger towards him. It could erupt in most unexpected situations and Wolfram had no control over it.
“Well, shit happens,” Kurt said after a few seconds of awkward silence. “Let’s have one more so that it doesn’t happen too often!” he said, raising his beer. “Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
“Cheers!” Wolfram agreed, reaching out for his bottle, but Lyam moved it even further out of his reach. “Hey! Lyam, fuck off!”
“You’ve got work to do tomorrow,” Lyam told him.
“So have you!”
“Yeah, but I’m not the one already shitfaced. Go to bed and have a decent sleep or you’ll be of no use to me tomorrow; we’ve still got a shitload of furniture to fix.”
“Don’t you dare patronize me!”
“Who the fuck is patronizing you?”
Davidas groaned, “Here we go again.”
“Give me back my bottle!”
“Fuck off, Wolfram. I won’t be dragging your hungover ass around tomorrow.”
“Give me the fucking bottle!”
“Come and get it then, prissy boy.”
Kurt elbowed Yuuri. “Why are you sitting here so calmly? Get Wolfram out of here before they start smashing each other’s faces again.”
“Right.”
TBC
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