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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
- 62
- 63
- 64
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 63
Yuuri woke up to someone’s laughter outside the shack door. He heard the bodyguards shush each other and wished he had heard the joke. Rolling to his side, he looked at the matted window. The sun was up, and Wolfram probably needed to go to perform his duties. If the bet was valid, then it was a tree-chopping time. Actually, he wanted to see Wolfram in action, with an axe in his hands, going at a tree like there was no tomorrow.
The king sat up and looked at the sleeping blond. The slant of Wolfram’s back under the covers looked inviting and he slid his palm over it then to his buttocks, rubbing lightly. The blond hummed something in his sleep and dug himself deeper into the covers.
He loved Wolfram. Now he could see it so clearly that it seemed strange for him not to have realized it earlier. Wolfram didn’t need to doubt him even one bit. He, however, just like Wolfram, didn’t believe in eternal love. His parents had made it last and were comfortable around each other, yet love… Now it was probably more of a comfortable familiarity than love, like furniture one gets used to. They went about their routine while raising two children, but that was it.
Yuuri sighed. Perhaps, that was what a good relationship was about once the passion was gone. Yet he felt it lacked a certain spark. Well, perhaps with him and his brother both out of the house, their parents would rediscover each other. Or discover somebody else. Most people did.
He hoped with all his heart that, if the moment ever came when his and Wolfram’s paths separated again, they would manage to stay friends. Who knew, maybe it was possible. Wolfram and von Ashira were still on very good terms. On the other hand, their relationship had probably been completely different.
Yuuri felt himself getting jealous again. He wasn’t embarrassed by it. He was prepared to protect the bond he had with Wolfram at all costs. It was very likely that Wolfram thought that he was half-assing most things between them since he was inexperienced while acting overconfidently. The truth was, however, that he was fighting tooth and nail. He wasn’t going to let anyone spoil what he had with Wolfram, not even Wolfram himself, not when the blond was still so confused. Yuuri knew that there wasn’t going to be an immediate change after the previous night. Wolfram might even try to ignore all what he had felt and all he had managed to successfully convey to him yesterday – that would be just like Wolfram. He wasn’t going to let Wolfram forget, though. Pushiness, apparently, didn’t put Wolfram off. The blond, instead, felt appreciated. It seemed to him to be self-explanatory that people had to work for his divine attention.
Yuuri chuckled. He let his palm slide over Wolfram’s back again, to his waist and then ass, squeezing the round globe possessively. As long as it somehow worked out. He would love to spend the whole day with Wolfram just like this, in bed doing nothing or having sex, but it was impossible. He slapped the rump a few times.
“Get up, Wolfram. Time for the morning drill.”
“Mnn… Ha!”
Amused, Yuuri watched his eyes fly wide open. The blond rolled out of the bed, started dressing in a hurry and was out of the door in a flash with a short “See you in the evening”.
The king was left alone in bed replaying last night’s sex. He was somewhat confused. Happy, but confused. He hadn’t expected Wolfram to do what he did, namely to top him. This kind of scenario hadn’t ever occurred to him. It hadn’t felt bad at all, yet he had certain reservations about himself being on the receiving end. His ass felt as if there was still something stuck in it. It didn’t hurt but it definitely felt well-used yesterday. To put it bluntly, taking it up the ass made him feel uncomfortable. And it was better not to tell any of this to Wolfram. He wouldn’t understand and, even if he did, his words would only hurt and insult him. A couple of times he had tried to discuss with Wolfram what being “homosexual” on Earth entailed. To his credit, Wolfram had tried very hard to grasp the whole concept, but the cultures were so vastly different that they had mostly left the blond outraged. Yuuri had used those examples in the past to make excuses for his unwillingness to date Wolfram. The blond would get angry with him and ask if he thought of him as of a lesser man because he wanted to date him. If he spoke of his insecurities now, Wolfram would think he was making excuses again and his reaction would be unpredictable.
With a sigh, Yuuri wrapped himself tighter into the covers. Then it suddenly occurred to him that his doubts and insecurities were the exact reason why Wolfram had put it in. It was so that he wouldn’t ever have a chance to look down on Wolfram. The two of them were equal now.
“Oh, Wolfram, Wolfram,” Yuuri sighed again. The blond was cunning, but there was no need for that. He’d never hold it against Wolfram, his sexuality. It didn’t even seem logical to him. Yet it wasn’t about logic. Wolfram had been able to sense his reluctance and had insured himself. So clever.
Since he thought he knew all about the blond’s motives, Yuuri wasn’t troubled by the whole thing. Wolfram was in love with him and everything else was only details. At least Yuuri wanted to think so. There was one more thing that bothered him – the way Wolfram looked at him. His emerald eyes didn’t hold that particular twinkle and fondness that he remembered from a couple of years ago. Granted, he had hated that look back then. It had annoyed and upset him as it was so easy to read. Now, however, he missed it and wanted it back. He knew perfectly well what Wolfram looked like when he was in love. Currently, all the signs were present except for that particular look in his eyes. It was one of the main reasons why he felt so insecure.
It hurt him, Wolfram’s mistrust. He was trying very hard and was doing his best to dissipate it but was afraid that Wolfram was going to keep hold of it forever.
Yuuri shook his head, trying to get rid of uneasy thoughts. He was usually much more optimistic. He was going to earn Wolfram’s trust sooner or later. The sooner Wolfram started his sharing his fears and insecurities, the better for their relationship.
The king grinned bitterly. He was such a hypocrite.
_ _ _
There was some sort of commotion outside and Yuuri left his shack to check what it was about. He opened the door to see one of his bodyguards speeding past on a horse. He was out of the gate in the blink of an eye.
“What happened?” Yuuri asked Yozak, who had seen the rider off.
The captain seemed to be in a frenzy, his eyes and the whole face wild with stress. Yuuri braced himself for bad news. Yozak turned to him, stared for a moment, opened his mouth then closed it.
“Yozak?”
“Nothing, Your Majesty. Von Bielefeld has received an urgent letter. I sent one of Your guards to deliver it to him.”
“What’s in the letter?”
A look of scandalized hurt set on the captain’s face. “Your Majesty?”
The king didn’t buy it even for a second. “I know you’ve read it. You know you’ve read it. The whole fort knows you’ve read it. Now spit it out! What’s in that letter?”
Yozak, to his credit, now didn’t even look uncomfortable. Yet, stress was back on his face in full force. With his head he motioned at the shack.
“I have a request, Your Majesty.”
Yuuri followed him to the shack. The captain started talking even before the king reached his seat at the desk.
“Conrart has been injured during an ambush on poachers. Apparently the wound or wounds are very serious and they…” Yozak’s voice broke off.
Yuuri stared at him in horror.
“I request permission to go to Wiederhaal.”
Yuuri shook himself up. “Yes, of course! We’re going together! I’m sure Wolfram will want to go as well. Tell the men to get ready.”
Yozak left the shack in a hurry. Yuuri was left wondering how quickly one could fall from bliss into the depths of hellish anxiety. Just moments ago, his only worry was how to spend more time with Wolfram.
In about thirty minutes the rider returned with Wolfram. Both were riding one horse, Wolfram at the front, the guard at the back. Yuuri waved to catch the blond’s attention then took him back to his shack when he jumped off the horse.
“I told everyone to pack. We’re leaving as soon as you are ready.”
Wolfram nodded. Instead of rushing out of the door and into the barracks for his things, however, he went to the chair in front of the king’s desk.
“Sit down,” he said, pointing to Yuuri’s usual place.
Confused, with growing apprehension, Yuuri did as told. Maybe it was already too late, and the blond had received a follow-up message directly.
“First of all, Conrart is absolutely fine,” Wolfram said. “Second, you can either tell this to Yozak or you can play along. Which one will it be?”
The king lowered his hands onto the desk. “You sonofabitch!” he hissed angrily. “Have you got any idea how worried everyone is?”
Wolfram shrugged. “Serves you right for reading other people’s letters.”
Yuuri brushed over his eyes and leaned back into his chair. “So he’s alright? Not hurt? Not bleeding?”
“I haven’t received any message of the sort,” Wolfram repeated patiently. “It was just something I came up with since Yozak is being a stubborn fool. I thought I’d stick a fork up his ass. To stir him up enough to shake that stupid pride out of him.”
It certainly helped to see things from a different perspective when one thought that they’d never see the person again. Last words, last feelings, regret… Yuuri could definitely relate to that, yet…
“Have you got no shame?” he muttered. “No compassion?”
Wolfram shrugged again. He was tired of the elephant in the room and Yozak’s indecision to do something about it. Yozak’s stubbornness had been fueling his anger until he could stand it no more. In fact, there were just too many similarities between him and Yozak for him to leave things as they were. If he had managed to swallow his pride, he was going to make Gurrier vomit his. No shortcuts. He didn’t even care if he was going to lose Yozak’s friendship in the process. Yozak was either going to acknowledge and face his fears or he was going to give up on Conrart completely. A kick to the ass had been administered. Now they had to watch the trajectory of Gurrier’s flight.
“You are aware of the fact that once he sees or figures out that Conrart is alright, he’ll bolt out of the door and…?”
“And what?” Wolfram interrupted him. “And fucking what will he do? Absolutely nothing! Just like he’s been doing this entire month!”
The king sighed. He ruffled his hair; it was becoming too long to his liking. “We’ll lose his trust.”
“I don’t think he’s that stupid so as not to realize why we did it.”
Yuuri’s eyebrows rose at how quickly Wolfram had tacked on “we”. So cunning. “Are you sure? Most of the unnecessary problems I’ve faced over the years have been created by others who were thinking exactly the same – that it was all for my own good. Do you think you have the right to decide?”
“No, I don’t. It will be him who will decide once he’s in Wiederhaal.”
Yuuri shook his head. “I really doubt my acting abilities.”
“Just keep quiet and try to look as if you’re constipated. It will make it seem as if you’re sick with worry.”
“You know, Wolfram…”
“What?”
“No, nothing. Go get ready.” Yuuri gasped suddenly. “Oh wait, the earl! I have completely forgotten him. He’s hunting with his men again.”
“Von Christ? Just leave him a message that we had to leave urgently. Invite him to your birthday celebration as well. Two birds with one stone.”
“Yes, sounds sensible. Still, not very polite.”
“Yuuri, what don’t you understand about ‘urgent’?”
oOo_Ten days later_oOo
It was much easier than Yuuri had imagined. Yozak didn’t pay him any attention. The captain usually rode at the front of the party and barely talked to anyone. At those rare times when he ever looked the king’s way, Shibuya did his best to appear as morose as possible.
Wolfram had barely spoken a word either. The troubled look of sorrow on his face was so convincing that Yuuri made a mental note about the blond’s improved acting skills. Just in case.
They usually stayed in inns or taverns but there was one instance when they had to pitch tents. It had gone weird at that point since they were both already tired of the needless journey and the farce.
“Here I’m sucking your cock while my brother is lying in his deathbed,” Wolfram said staring at the king’s engorged dick.
Yuuri blinked at his forehead. This did feel…strangely uncomfortable somehow. No one else knew that it was a sham and he did feel guilty for enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. He could tell that Wolfram was half-serious as well.
“Can you be a bit quieter? The guards are just a couple of meters away.”
“Suck it yourself, then,” Wolfram said, suddenly rolling off him and sitting up further away from him. He was painfully hard as well.
Yuuri rolled his eyes. “This was your idea in the first place.”
Wolfram’s lips pressed into a tiny dash. “Well, apparently, it wasn’t that good of an idea.”
The king scratched his head in confusion. Wolfram admitting his own mistakes was a mystery. “Listen,” he whispered, “only two days left, and we’ll be there. Let’s just see this through to the end.”
“I want to fuck.”
Yuuri pointed at his bare, upright dick. “He’s more than ready.”
“Not this way! I want to bang you silly until your legs give up! Or you can bang me silly. I don’t care, but I want it noisy, messy, vocal!”
“Calm down, will you? I promise we’ll do just that once we get to that damn Wiederhaal.”
“I’m so freaking tired of this journey!”
“We all are, Wolfram. Now let me do something about that tent in your trousers.”
oOo_Two days later_oOo
The hand holding a spoonful of pea soup stopped before it reached its destination. Conrart stared at a group of people that had just filed into the kitchen. It suddenly became completely quiet in the house. Conrart’s spoon went back into the bowl and he jumped to his feet, saluting.
“Your Majesty! Your Highness! Captain Gurrier?”
They kept staring at each other for a couple of seconds then Conrart shook himself up and maneuvered around his table to meet the newcomers.
“Did something happen or is this a friendly visit?” he asked, his eyes questioning each of them.
Yozak kept staring at him dumbly while Wolfram reached into his pocket and retrieved the letter. He gave it to his brother and watched him read it.
“Err…” Conrart hummed a moment later, raising his head. “I don’t know what this is about,” he said, folding the letter and handing it back to Wolfram. “I’m completely fine. We’ve successfully dealt with the main poacher group. In fact, next week I’m returning to the capital just as planned.”
All the time his gaze had been avoiding Yozak, and the captain decided he knew why.
“You could have written an apology letter like normal people,” he spat mockingly. “There would have been less drama and other people wouldn’t have gotten involved needlessly.”
Conrart stared at him. “Want me to break your leg this time?”
The offer sounded very serious. Yozak’s face darkened. He was about to say something, but Wolfram’s palm with the letter in it slapped against his chest.
“I was the one who ordered this letter to be written.”
Yozak’s fingers wrapped around the papers.
“Wolfram, you…”
The blond turned to his brother and raised his hands up both admitting his deed and showing his further neutrality. “It’s up to you two now. Whatever you decide, I won’t interfere anymore.” That said, he went to the kitchen counter and started going through the pots there; he was hungry.
After a few looks at each other, the rest of the party followed him and started searching for something edible as well. Yozak and Conrart stared at each other, then Conrart went back to his table to finish his lunch. He motioned at the other side of the table, inviting Yozak to sit with him.
“What are you eating?”
“Pea soup and a rabbit steak.”
“Any good?”
“Not too bad. You must be hungry after the journey. Go get some. There’s still some left in one of the pots in the oven.”
The captain did as told and joined the rest of the party at the pots. When he returned with food, both of them had already collected their thoughts.
“It’s a pity, though,” Yozak said while shoveling soup into his mouth.
“What? That I’m not dying?”
“No, of course not. A pity it wasn’t you who wrote that letter.”
“Why?”
“Well… Would have been nice?”
Conrart’s eyebrows rose. “Huh. Just a few minute ago you were trying to humiliate me because of it.”
Yozak shifted uncomfortably. “That… I don’t think I… I’m sorry.”
Conrart’s eyebrows rose even higher.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think while traveling here. You know, all those things I could have said or done before… And the things you’d have answered or done. Anyway, I think there’s only one sensible thing I can do now.”
Conrart’s eyebrows had reached unimaginable heights as he had an inkling of what Yozak was about to say. On the other hand, it might just be one of Yozak’s over-the-top jokes.
“Will you marry me?”
“If this is one of your jokes…”
“I wouldn’t ever joke about this. I’m serious.”
Yozak hadn’t expected much excitement from Conrart but the complete lack of interest on his face made him feel awkward. Dispirited, he shoveled some more peas into his mouth.
“I don’t know, Yozak. I think you’ll have to tell me much more of how you came to this decision. I have a feeling that you’ll change your mind tomorrow.”
Gurrier watched Conrart eating his steak. Well, it wasn’t a “yes”, but it wasn’t a “no” either. He should have expected as much.
_ _ _
Wolfram braced himself when Conrart entered his and Yuuri’s temporary apartment in the barracks. Watching his brother crossing the room, approaching him, he waited for him to erupt like he had in the canteen. Maybe not his legs, but the blond could bet that he would like to break at least his left pinky.
“Have you really made up or is this just a rumor?”
Wolfram blinked at him. “Uh. Pardon? Oh, Yuuri and I? Yes, we are…uhh…” He blushed. When asked so abruptly he had no idea what to answer. “…An item,” he finished lamely. He felt uncomfortable and embarrassed to be scrutinized by Conrart. “Um… Aren’t you angry with me?”
“Apparently you think that I should be, right?”
“Um, I would be. At least a little.”
Conrart sighed, then shook his head. He sat down on the nearest surface to him, which happened to be the corner of a desk.
“I’m not angry. Our meeting was bound to happen sooner or later. I think… He proposed to me.”
Wolfram’s eyes went wide. “Really? And what was your answer?”
“I gave none yet.”
“Well… Technically, if it’s not a ‘no’, then it’s a ‘yes’.”
Conrart chuckled. “Perhaps.” Then he shook his head “I’m pretty sure that as soon as his initial shock passes, he will return to his old self. It will all be the same again. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. I’d rather…”
“…Not waste your time with him anymore?”
“Yes. I’m tired. I think I was already coming to terms with our separation.”
Wolfram shrugged. All of this hit too close to home. “Well, it’s pretty obvious what he expected by proposing to you, so why not see how it goes further? Aren’t you the least bit interested in having a sort of a trial period? Just to see how serious he is?”
The look on his brother’s face told him at once that, for some reason, he hadn’t considered the idea. It was probably because it was not what Yozak had offered. Wolfram, however, was certain that both of them would definitely be willing to try.
“That way you’d know that you’ve tried everything. I know that no matter what you say, you want to. I’ll also be the first to beat the crap out of him if he isn’t serious.” Conrart still looked unsure. Wolfram chuckled. “What? Have you found someone already? Ohh…” he said at the look on the brunet’s face. “Oohhh,” he repeated quietly.
Conrart shook his head. “It’s not that. I was just… Well…upset and lonely, and he… Well, apparently he’s liked me for a long time.”
“Oh,” Wolfram said again; he was speechless.
A sudden noise from the outside made them turn their heads towards the door. At the sound of Yozak’s loud voice they ran outside. A group of soldiers and rangers were in the yard, standing in a circle, in the middle of which was Gurrier, sitting on his ass. He turned to von Bielefeld and Conrart, who ran out of the barracks, throwing the door open with a bang. Dusting his pants off, he got up from the ground. There was a horse next to him. Apparently, he had just been thrown off.
“There goes my silver,” he said. “I didn’t even last ten seconds.” There was something odd about the way the two brothers were looking at him from the doorway. They weren’t exactly relieved. Their eyes kept scanning for something amongst the crowding soldiers. And then he understood.
“So which one of these have you fucked?” he spat.
Both Conrart and Wolfram stared at him disapprovingly.
“Which one?” Yozak repeated.
“That would be me,” one of the soldiers said. He stepped forward out of the crowd, as if during a drill. “And there’s no need for this spectacle. Isn’t it finally over between the two of you?”
Yozak frowned. “Erik?” He had known that the man had had the hots for Conrart since forever, so his advances had only made sense. “Nothing’s over,” Yozak said.
A few groans rose from the crowd. Everybody had already lost count of how many times this had already happened. This was one of the reasons no sane person would ever get in between the two. This just kept repeating over and over.
“I intend to marry him, Erik,” Yozak announced. “If you would just kindly fuck off now, I might just be nice and invite you to our wedding.”
It was completely silent in the yard. It was unheard of. Everyone in Shin Makoku and even outside of it knew that “I” and “marry” never occurred in Yozak’s sentences at the same time. The man was basically allergic to the word. He had spent most of his life “marriage-phobic”. The current change was difficult to stomach.
“Is this true?” Erik asked Conrart in a moment. Like most men there, he thought that this might just be one of Gurrier’s many jokes.
“Um… Well, he did propose, but I haven’t given my answer yet.”
Erik let out a bitter laugh. “You don’t even have to. It’s written all over your face.”
Conrart covered his mouth to check. Was he grinning? No, he wasn’t.
Erik shook his head in defeat.
Yozak waited for a moment before asking, “So is this a ‘yes’?”
“Ugh. No, it’s not!” Conrart said, getting irritated with the overly content and victorious look on the captain’s face. “I don’t think you even understand what you’re…”
“Oh, but I really mean it,” Yozak repeated.
“How about a trial period?” Wolfram suggested again as it was obvious that the two would get into one of their usual lover’s spats. “For you to prove that you’re serious?”
“Sure. How long?”
Wolfram closed his eyes. Maybe there was really no hope for Gurrier. “For all of your stupid life, you ass!” Wolfram growled at him. “I can’t believe you!”
“That’s quite a trial period,” Yozak muttered. If Conrart was fine with it, he didn’t mind. He wanted the other man to trust him, to feel safer, more appreciated. It wasn’t his intention to corner Conrart. Screw that, of course it was!
TBC
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