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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
- 63
- 64
- 65
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 64
The fort, even in comparison to the old one in Lesa, was tiny. It was actually a rangers’ camp in the middle of the forest that Conrart and his men had occupied. The nearest village was about ten kilometers away thus the food and other necessities took a while to arrive. Two hastily-erected buildings had been added to the three old ones. The gaps between the newly-laid logs hadn’t even been filled with chaff and moss yet. There was still time till winter.
One of the new buildings had been turned into some sort of a canteen and a sickbay while the other served as additional barracks. The other three buildings were used as barracks, a warehouse and an outhouse. There was also one more building similar to an outhouse, but it was meant for smoking game meat and fish that the rangers prepared for winter. It was currently in use, with wisps of smoke escaping the insulated structure.
With the king in the camp, the arrangements had been changed. Shibuya hadn’t said a word, but the new barracks’ building had been assigned for his personal use only while his men had squeezed into the other two barracks together with the rangers and the men under Conrart’s command. It only seemed to be sensible when Wolfram also moved in with him; von Bielefeld wasn’t on duty now and didn’t need to follow written and unwritten rules or pretend he wasn’t breaking any.
It took them almost no time to arrange their things in the house since they barely had any. Once they were done, Conrart took them out to show the surroundings. There wasn’t much to see, however. The camp was in the middle of the forest and it was too late in the day to visit the neighboring villages. Instead, they visited the nearby lake, one of the smaller dragon nesting sites and then one of the already dismantled poacher camps. There were only bits and pieces of burnt dragon bones scattered around and a few old fireplaces. Everything else, the skins, weapons and tents, had been confiscated.
When they returned to the camp, it was already dark. They washed up quickly and disappeared into their barracks. They were going to take a breather tomorrow and then would head to the capital to get ready for the celebration of the king’s birthday. Yuuri knew that he didn’t have any other chance to fulfill his promise to Wolfram. But it wasn’t only about Wolfram. It was more about himself wanting to finally dissipate the ever-present mistrust between them.
“I love you.”
Surprised, Wolfram, who was getting ready for bed, looked up at the king. “Mmm… Yeah…” was all he said while bending down to try and get his boots off. He sat down on the edge of his wooden bed and tried again. His feet had swollen during the day and the footwear, though light, got stuck. “Oh for gods’ sakes!” he muttered, annoyed when his hand slipped again.
Yuuri didn’t know how else he could tell or express what he felt. Wolfram wasn’t much interested in his words and nor did he believe them. So he grabbed the blond’s head, leaned down and kissed him; kissed him with all he had, with all the feelings of gentleness, fondness, need and sadness he possessed. When he finished and leaned away, he saw a look of utter surprise on the blond’s face. It was close to shock. Wolfram had stopped responding to the kiss half-way and just let him do as he wished. Yuuri smiled.
“Do you get it now?”
Wolfram didn’t say anything, and Yuuri sat down next to him on the bed and hugged him as tight as he could. Against his own chest, he could feel Wolfram’s heart beating madly. Or perhaps it was his own. In a moment, Wolfram’s arms wrapped around him as well. He deeply hoped that Wolfram had finally understood.
They stayed like that for a few moments just holding, clinging to each other. Yuuri was first to let go. He wanted to see Wolfram’s face again, but once he saw it, he didn’t quite know how to decipher what he saw, so he kissed it instead: his cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, chin, lips, neck, before his lips once again.
He started taking their clothes off. Even when Wolfram lay on the bed completely naked, stretched out in front of him, his face still held that expression of perpetual surprise. Yuuri leaned in to kiss him again. He could feel heat radiating off the other man’s body. Or, perhaps, it was his own.
Wolfram’s body was pliant in his arms. Yuuri couldn’t get over how perfect Wolfram was. And he finally had him. Yuuri slid his palms over the blond’s chest, making sure to roll and tease the nipples underneath them. Wolfram arched into his hands. He continued to caress his chest then his hands went to his thighs to spread and stroke them. He watched the blond’s cock coming to life, swelling up, thickening and hardening. His own penis was dripping precome. He couldn’t wait to bury it in Wolfram’s ass.
Yuuri found the lubricant and the condoms where he had left them – in his saddlebag. He had learned a few things since the last time he slept with Wolfram, but it still felt a bit awkward. He warmed the lubricant between his fingers and slipped them in between the blond’s legs. He teased Wolfram’s anus a little to let him get used to the idea of the fingers soon entering him. Yuuri didn’t have much patience and soon slipped them into the blond. For some time, he watched his glistening, condom-clad fingers pushing in and out continuously then crooked them in search of the “pleasure button” that he knew had an immediate effect on the blond. He kept rubbing the spongy nub for some time then glanced at the blond’s face. Wolfram’s eyes were closed and he was panting lightly. His cock was lying flat on his stomach and was leaking profusely.
“Does it really feel that good?” Yuuri wondered. His own experience was limited, but he certainly hadn’t enjoyed it as much as Wolfram obviously did.
“Yes,” Wolfram muttered. “I’m gonna come.”
Yuuri pulled his fingers out at once. Wolfram squirmed, discontent at the loss of stimulation. Yuuri was already putting a condom on. He kneeled, grabbed the blond by his hips and pulled his lower body up onto his bent thighs. With his fingers, he spread the skin to reveal the pinkness deep inside. This part of Wolfram had somehow adapted incredibly well to accommodate a dick.
“Don’t stare at it!” Wolfram grunted, embarrassed.
The well-lubricated entrance was twitching invitingly, and without further ado, the king sank into it. Pushing in slowly, he met no resistance and came to a halt when all of him was buried in the comfortable cave.
Wolfram’s breathing had become audible. He shifted, bringing his hips even more upwards while his upper body went somewhat lower. Yuuri gripped at his hips firmer. He could see that the blond loved the act of the penetration itself. It was all too obvious.
Yuuri pulled half-way out, a part of his glistening cock appearing wetly, then pushed back in. Wolfram let out a low sound, and the back of his head dug deeper into the pillow.
Lovely.
Without touching the blond’s penis, he kept pushing in and out. Wolfram didn’t touch himself either, content only with anal stimulation as anything more would have made him come in a blink. It was then that Yuuri thought that there sometimes indeed might be a difference between “having sex” and “making love”.
Yet, soon the tenderness and care were overtaken by need. He pushed in and out of the blond none too gently, taking his pleasure in the blond’s submissive body. Wolfram’s left hand was fisted into the bedsheets while his other was already on his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He was panting loudly, nearly there already. His hips were undulating to meet Yuuri’s thrusts, deepening them. Yuuri was about to come as well, his cock pistoning in and out with more force and speed. Wolfram moaned and his legs fell open in an even wider arc.
Yuuri felt like saying something dirty, but then Wolfram’s face scrunched up and his cock was squeezed in an iron grip.
“Oh shit,” Yuuri exhaled shakily, bent over the blond. His body was trembling – he was so close. “Mnmnn…”
Slowly, Wolfram’s hand slid away from his spent cock. Yuuri’s hips were still fruitlessly undulating against his ass, and Wolfram did his best to relax. Yet he seized up at once at the slightest movement inside.
“W-wait a bit,” he gasped out, trying to push Yuuri away instinctively. The younger man didn’t even budge and it was impossible for him move Yuuri in the position they were in. “Give me a minute. Oh. Oh. No… Mnn…” he grunted when the king’s hands kept stroking his thighs and their insides. They, just like the rest of him, were too sensitive and Yuuri’s touch felt disagreeable and overwhelming.
The restriction around his cock started lessening. He tried short and gentle jabs that hardly went anywhere at first then longer ones when the blond stopped resisting. Wolfram’s palms left his chest and fisted back into the bedding for balance. He came a few moments later while Wolfram was still grinding his ass against him.
“Wow,” Yuuri muttered in a moment when he was finally able to gather his wits.
Wolfram lowered his feet to the mattress. It didn’t surprise him at all that the chemistry was good between them. This was how it normally worked after all – Demons had a keen sense of smell and rarely went after someone who was incompatible with them. Basically, they didn’t even get interested in someone who was incompatible. When it did happen sometimes, falling in love with a person of unsuited chemical concoction, sex could become a real challenge while childbearing became almost impossible altogether.
“That was amazing,” Yuuri muttered again, smoothing his palms against Wolfram’s sides. “I think the more we do it, the better it gets.” He was still inside the blond and didn’t want to pull out.
Wolfram couldn’t help chuckling. “It’s only been the second time.”
“Yeah. Totally amazing.”
The blond ground his feet into the mattress and pushed himself off Yuuri’s lap, dislodging himself from the other man’s cock. His body was sticky with sweat and semen and he wanted to clean up before he started getting cold.
“Does it feel just as good for you?” Yuuri asked unexpectedly. Then he suddenly felt scared of the blond’s unfavorable answer. “I mean… Well, I can see that it does, but… It’s not like I know how it’s supposed to feel.”
Wolfram grabbed a piece of cloth and started wiping himself. He could feel his face blushing. He motioned for Yuuri to move closer to him and then kissed him when he did. He hoped that Yuuri understood.
_ _ _
In the morning, Wolfram was first to wake up. He left Yuuri sleeping while he dressed and went out into the cool morning air. He quietly greeted the bodyguards at the door and headed for the outhouse. He had only taken a couple of steps away from the barracks when a large, orange tomcat appeared in his way. The cat had a mouse in its teeth. The animal seemed to be surprised at the sight of an unfamiliar person on the path and stopped. After a few gear-wheeling moments, the cat continued forward to the house Wolfram had just left. Then somebody called him, and the cat turned and ran towards one of the rangers. He dropped the mouse at the ranger’s feet as proof of a successfully performed duty. The ranger bent down to stroke the cat’s back then disappeared in the barracks for a few moments to return with a jar of milk and a piece of raw meat. He filled a small plate with milk and tossed the meat next to the dead mouse. The cat started with a bit of milk, then went to the piece of meat, crunched up the mouse and finally finished the milk.
When Wolfram returned from the latrine, the cat was lying in a sunny spot near the smokehouse and was almost asleep.
Wolfram went to the improvised canteen to have breakfast. Conrart was already up as well and, after rummaging for food through the saddlebags at the wall, Wolfram joined him at the table with a few sausages and a piece of bread in his hands.
While eating, they talked about the impending journey home, back to the capital, Wolfram’s military career, poachers and incoming autumn.
An hour later Conrart and two more men left to check on one of the dragon nests in the south while Wolfram found Yozak and asked for a spar. Yozak was in good spirits and agreed at once.
It was nearly noon when the king finally appeared from his “royal” barracks and he was immediately alarmed by the sight of Wolfram saddling his horse.
“Where are you going?”
Wolfram turned around to give him a searching look; there had been worry in the king’s voice. “To the lake Conrart showed to us yesterday. Perhaps will take a swim. They,” he motioned at the two rangers, who were also getting ready, “want to catch some fish.”
“Oh. Can you wait for me? I’ll have breakf…lunch and…”
“Umm…no. I want some time alone to think.”
“Oh. Umm… Promise me that you won’t run.”
Wolfram blushed brightly in shame and discomfort. “Don’t be stupid. I’m not going to run. I just want to sort it all out in my head.”
“Mmm… Alright.”
Wolfram’s face was still burning when they set off, and Yuuri took it as a good sign.
_ _ _
There was a sudden commotion in the camp, somebody was calling for a healer, and Yuuri rushed out of the barracks to see what had happened. The sight of unconscious Conrart being carried on a makeshift stretcher made him freeze at first, then he started questioning what was wrong with him. The jacket covering Conrart’s upper body was pulled away to reveal bandages on the left side of his abdomen. They were soaked with blood.
Yuuri had never experienced such horror before. Even when Wolfram had fallen off his horse and had skewered his thigh, it had been obvious that there had been no danger to his life. Now he couldn’t even tell if Conrart hadn’t already bled to death.
The king could vaguely hear the men around him discuss their options. Two were sent for healers, one to find von Bielefeld. Someone ran off to get Gurrier. Yuuri didn’t quite register any of that. Only when they wanted to move Conrart out of the sun and inside the sickbay did he manage to shake himself up; every second counted.
“Don’t,” he said while pressing his hands against the stretcher, making the men lower it back to the ground. He lifted his hands over Conrart’s wounded side and closed his eyes. He wasn’t well-versed in healing as he had never learned to target specific illnesses and lacked finesse. His spells, however, were powerful enough to stop bleeding and induce the closing of the wounds. The bones and tissues also regenerated at a much faster rate than after common treatment.
Then Yozak appeared. He was babbling about something incoherently, demanding healers, doctors, miracles. He kept touching Conrart and wouldn’t let Yuuri concentrate and, after a short shoving about, the king ordered him to be removed from the scene.
It took Yuuri a few moments to fully concentrate and call for the water element. After that, it went smoothly. He opened his eyes to see the green particles flow out from under his palms and seep into Conrart’s body.
A few minutes later, he switched the spells and the color changed to warm yellow, a spell to help the tissue to regenerate. He finished the treatment with a sleep-inducing spell.
“Now you can move him somewhere shadier,” he said, standing up. He felt a little shaky; never before had he used so many strong spells at once. “Where did you take Captain Gurrier?” he asked. He had to go and talk to the man even though there wasn’t much to say. “And how did this happen? This is not a sword wound. There’s a large chunk of flesh missing.”
“It was an accident, Your Majesty,” one of the men who had carried Conrart into the camp said. “We were inspecting a suspicious cave and it appeared to be a dragon nest. We were already leaving when the mother appeared. She chased us out of the cave and was already turning back into it when her tail hit Sir Weller. I don’t think she even noticed.”
“One of those spiky-tailed ones?” Yuuri wondered. Now it made more sense why it roosted in a cave instead of somewhere high above the ground. There were many different species of dragons, and these ones were much rarer than the common ones. Possibly due to the same exact reason of roosting on the ground, where predators could easily snatch their young.
_ _ _
Wolfram arrived three hours later when the sun had already gone west. He jumped off the horse and ran towards the sickbay. He could see Yuuri standing at the door. Wolfram had hoped, hoped very much, that this had only been a stupid joke; revenge for the trick he had played on Gurrier. But the king’s face immediately proved otherwise.
Yuuri grabbed the blond before he could open the door. Wolfram looked sick with worry, his face pale, eyes just short of complete madness. With mild shock, Yuuri caught himself jealously thinking that he hoped that Wolfram would be just as worried if anything ever happened to him. The blond shook his hands off.
“He is alright,” Yuuri said to calm him down while Wolfram was still trying to open the door he kept blocking. He grabbed Wolfram by his shoulders and forcibly pushed him away again. “He will live, Wolfram. It’s alright. He needs his rest now. Don’t wake him.”
Wolfram didn’t seem to have heard him or if he had, the meaning must have escaped him. He was still trying to push the king away from the door. Yuuri seized his face and drew it right to his own. That seemed to startle the blond back into reality.
“Wolfram, there is no danger to his life anymore! He will be fine after he rests! Let him sleep!”
The blond stared at him for a few moments then his shoulders slumped, and his eyes became watery. One of Yuuri’s palms slid to the back of the blond’s neck to press his head into the crook of his shoulder while embracing him with his other arm. Wolfram was starting to shake, his heart still beating wildly.
“It’s alright, calm down,” Yuuri said. “In a month or two he’ll be back on his horse as per usual. You should have seen Yozak’s face when they brought him in.”
His soothing, however, had the opposite effect on Wolfram. Yuuri could feel the blond shift most of his weight on him and his trembling became even worse. Yuuri could feel tears and snot soaking through his uniform and into his shoulder. He stroked the blond’s back.
“Wolfram, really, he’s alright,” he said softly. “There’s no danger to his life. We’ve also sent for a professional healer. Just in case.”
Wolfram hiccupped. Yuuri felt the blond hugging him back. He turned his head and kissed the blond. The kiss landed on the tip of his ear and the blond hair. Wolfram stank of sweat and now there was a salty taste on his lips.
“Let’s go to the sauna. You could use a bath,” Yuuri told him. “With the amount of healing magic I’ve worked into him, he’ll sleep at least until tomorrow.”
“I can’t,” Wolfram muttered, his voice shaky and hoarse with tears. He sounded embarrassed.
“Can’t?” Yuuri wondered. “Can’t what? Why?”
“I can’t stop. I don’t…” he hiccupped, “…don’t want them to see me like this.”
“Oh.” Yuuri knew he shouldn’t but he found himself smiling. “Oh, Wolfram.” He kissed the side of the blond head and heard Wolfram hiccup again. “I don’t think anyone’s looking at you.”
“Th-they definitely are!”
“Well, then how about we go to the canteen and sit in a nice nook until you calm down? I think everyone is already more or less done with their dinner.”
“Y-yeah. Anything. Just get me out of the yard.”
_ _ _
Conrart woke up on the second day but the healer that was looking after him didn’t let anyone see him until he got a little stronger and it didn’t pain him to talk or even breathe. After that, he was barely alone. The healer, however, took some measures and didn’t let the visitors tire him out, chasing them away at the slightest sign of Weller’s weariness.
“Good morning,” Wolfram greeted loudly. He crossed the improvised kitchen then went deeper into the building and brushed the curtain that separated the kitchen from the sickbay aside. Uncertain, he looked at an Earth Priestess that stood next to Conrart’s bed. Gurrier was also there. sitting on a small stool in the corner of the room.
Wolfram nodded in greeting, and the priestess answered with an improvised curtsy. What was she doing here? Earth Priestesses were a relic from the olden times that came from before the reformation of the gods’ pantheon. They were still sometimes called for the last rites. It was, however, a miracle that they had found one in the middle of the woods. No one was dying here either.
“Is she your acquaintance?” he asked them.
Yozak shook his head. “No. We heard that one was staying in the nearby town and asked her to come.”
“Mm? Why? It’s not like he’s about to die.”
Yozak was giving him a confused look then his gaze went to Conrart. “You didn’t tell him?”
Conrart gave both of them a sheepish smile. “I thought it would be a surprise.”
Wolfram suddenly got a feeling that he knew what they were talking about. “You didn’t…” he muttered in disbelief.
Conrart looked ridiculously happy while Yozak was trying to avoid the blond’s gaze. Wolfram acquired a sudden urge to take Gurrier outside and give him a piece of his mind, but it was also clear that it was pointless. It was simply too late.
“Whose idea was this?” he asked even though this didn’t matter either.
The two looked at each other, unsure.
Wolfram raised his hands, giving up. “Alright, it doesn’t matter.” He could assume anyway. Conrart had probably mentioned something about marriage again, and Yozak had jumped at the chance asking him why not now. There was nothing left for him to do but to congratulate them, which he did, albeit not very eagerly. The most ridiculous thing about it all was that this marriage, for better or worse, was his own doing.
TBC
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