Live to Die

After having an enlightening conversation with Giselle, whom he almost plowed over in his haste, Yuuri hurried through his conversations with Gunter and the others. The only one on his list left to talk to was Wolfram. Even though Yuuri had hurried, it still took him almost five hours. The sun begun to set before Yuuri finally was able to go see Wolfram in his room.


“Where is Wolfram?” Yuuri asked one of the guards nearby.

“He went to see his mother.” The guard replied.


“Tell him to come to my room when he gets back.” Yuuri responded walking away and rubbing his chin in thought. Yuuri smiled as he continued to walk down the hallway. He had made a trip to the florists, the bakery, and the jeweler. Arriving at his room Yuuri lit some candles and began to toss the petals of the flowers he had acquired on the bed. He was in the middle of his actions when Wolfram walked in.


“So much for a surprise.” Yuuri grumbled but continued in his task .Wolfram tried to manage to pick up his jaw and close the door. “Take off your clothes and lay on the bed.” Yuuri called without turning from his task to see if Wolfram complied. Wolfram hesitated only briefly, lying on the bed of red and white rose petals he spoke softly.


“Why did you take so long?” Wolfram questioned.


“If I had taken forever you should have still waited for me.” Yuuri replied. Finishing with the red and white roses and pausing to admire his work. “How many years have you waited for me to notice you and touch you? Comparatively what is a couple more hours?”


“Yuuri…?” Wolfram stopped as his words sunk in.


“I wanted tonight to be special for a number of reasons.” Yuuri picked up the basket of flowers and sat on his knees beside Wolfram. “Do you know what red and white roses signify?” Wolfram simply shook his head. “They represent unity. They represent us because together we can accomplish many things.” Yuuri placed a chaste kiss on Wolfram’s forehead before he continued. “Each flower has a special meaning and I picked them accordingly. You disobeyed a direct order today.”


“I did not…” Wolfram stopped himself. “I’m sorry?” Wolfram finished hopefully taking stock of the situation.


“I’m sorry doesn’t cut it.” Yuuri chuckled picking up the stems from the roses delicately. “Even though the red and white roses represent unity they still have thorns. Everyone has troubles. These thorns are your punishment.” Trailing the stems lightly over Wolfram’s torso, Yuuri smiled. Wolfram was shaking. “Are you scared?”


“No.” Wolfram replied petulantly. A quick swat on the thigh with the thorny stems stopped that. “A little.”


“You know I would never hurt you.” Yuuri responded lightly. Picking up a pansy, he began to trail it aimlessly across Wolfram’s chest.


“What does that one stand for?” Wolfram asked shuddering lightly as Yuuri let his tongue follow the path of the pansy.


“Loving thoughts.” Yuuri responded nibbling on a slightly defined pectoral muscle before he sat up and picked another flower. Neatly tying it in a bow around Wolfram swollen cock ,Yuuri chuckled. Then he picked up four different color tulips and held them out to Wolfram. “Pick a color, any color and their meaning determines your punishment.”


“That’s not fair; I don’t know any of their meanings.” Wolfram pouted stalling.


“I didn’t know any of the customs for this country when I came here and I still went with it.” Yuuri retorted, though he added in his head that he had mostly went with it.


Wolfram snorted as if he had heard the rest of his thoughts. “Fine I pick the white one.”


“Good choice.” Yuuri chuckled. “It stands for forgiveness.” Settling himself between Wolfram’s spread legs he smiled up at him. “This iris stands for inspiration.” Yuuri indicated the flower tied around Wolfram’s swollen member. Yuuri neatly sent to work on Wolfram’s punishment. Wolfram’s pleasured screams rang through the hallways for what seemed like hours. Yuuri finally stopped his torture but refused to allow Wolfram release just yet. Kneeling between Wolfram’s thighs and enveloping Wolfram into his hot mouth, Yuuri began to hum lightly as Wolfram begged.


Yuuri managed to slip one well-lubricated finger into Wolfram’s passage without him noticing. When a second finger joined the first Wolfram stopped speaking. As the two began to scissor, Wolfram shifted and rocked against Yuuri’s hand. “So pretty.” Yuuri murmured as he watched his fingers disappear into Wolfram’s body. Getting up he began to remove his clothes. “Keep stretching yourself for me. Show me how much you want me inside of you.”


Wolfram shyly began to touch himself. Yuuri passed him the lube as he finished removing his clothes. Sitting at the foot of the bed, he watched Wolfram struggle to overcome his embarrassment. Yuuri fought to keep from jumping the image in front of him.

“After I’m done I want you to fuck me.” Yuuri murmured quietly. “I want you to erase that man from my memory.”


“Yuuri…” Wolfram whispered as Yuuri slowly eased his way into Wolfram’s tight passage.


“Hush. Just feel.” Yuuri responded lightly groaning when he was in to the hilt. Wolfram never stood a chance of getting any coherent sentences out. Later while they were both sated, Yuuri looked at Wolfram lovingly. “Wolfram I have something for you.”


“What is it?” Wolfram asked sleepily, rolling over onto his side to face Yuuri.


“Wolfram…” Yuuri got up and walked around to Wolfram’s side of the bed. Kneeling he pulled the box he had gotten from the jewelers out from under the bed. Smiling brightly, he opened the box to reveal a jewel encrusted red tulip. “Wolfram I love you.” Handing Wolfram the flower Yuuri took a shaky breath.


“Is this a ring in the middle?” Wolfram gasped staring at the beautiful emerald and black diamond encrusted eternity band that was nestled securely in the center of the tulip.


“Will you marry me?” Yuuri asked hopefully. “I know I make you horribly mad and seem to be unfaithful at every turn but I…”Yuuri stopped when he noticed that Wolfram was smiling pleasantly. Grabbing Yuuri by the back of his hair and pulling him back onto the mattress Wolfram enthusiastically proclaimed his answer over and over again.


The next morning found Gunter happily humming away and planning what would go down as the grandest affair in the history of Shin Makoku. Franc was giving Wolfram and Yuuri an explanation of what couples therapy was. Gwendal was sitting behind his desk looking a little green.


“Gwendal you don’t look so good.” Yuuri commented off handedly.


“There is a very good explanation for that.” Murata commented to the room at large as he entered. Giselle was right behind him.


“Why is she here?” Gwendal grunted eyeing the two newest entrants into the room stonily.


“It would seem that when I was at the temple talking to the lovely maiden, Ulrike an interesting vision came to her.” Murata could not contain some of his amusement as his mouth twitched. Giselle approached Gwendal, starring at him hard, she did a quick probe of his anatomy. Nodding at Murata, she left the room but not before shooting her father a look. Gunter began to laugh and quickly followed her out of the room.


“What was that all about?” Wolfram asked.


Yuuri who had been on the receiving end of a similar probe not to long ago eyed Gwendal speculatively before breaking out into a grin. “Gwendal’s pregnant.” Yuuri stated matter-of-factly.


“I can’t be pregnant.” Gwendal sputtered turning a lovely shade of chartreuse. “I was told I could never sire children.”


“To sire children you would have had to have been on top.” Gunter called from the doorway, a mad twinkle in his eye. Yuuri braced himself for what he knew would be an interesting show.


“What do you mean not on top, of course he was on top, look at Gwendal then look at Gunter.” Wolfram commented.


“You forget that I still own his ass.” Gunter crowed happily in response. Yuuri pulled Wolfram into his arms and ducked behind the sofa, where they had previously sat. Franc and Murata dived behind it as well. They all peeked over the top at the two men.


Gwendal had stood and was shaking he was so angry. “Give it back damn it!” Gwendal roared his temper erupting and shaking the very foundations of the palace.


“Never!” Gunter declared entering the room and striding purposefully forward.

“I will no longer be made a mockery of by you.” Gwendal growled his fingers gouging into the wood of his desk.
Everyone was shocked when a resounding slap rang through the air.


“Take it back!” Gwendal demanded slamming his fist down on his desk, effectively breaking it in two.


“No!” Gunter stood firm. “You are going to marry me, have my children, and knit the most misshapen animals ever created. If I have to duel you until I own every single body part and organism of your being, so be it.”


Gwendal sighed the fight abruptly draining out of him and sat in his chair. Removing his knitting needles from his now destroyed desk drawer, he began to knit. The watchers of this drama waited with baited breath for him to speak. “Could we do an exchange? I give you my heart, you give me my ass back?” Gwendal asked hopefully.


“I suppose it is rather undignified to walk with a limp most of the time.” Gunter conceded thoughtfully. “I still get to choose your underwear though.”


“Fine.” Gwendal grunted, glad the discussion was over and secretly thrilled.


“Granted your ass is heart shaped so…” Gunter never finished that statement. As the four watchers laughed hysterically, Gwendal chased Gunter around the palace gardens. Gwendal finally caught up to Gunter and summoned a tornado that tossed Gunter clear across the grounds.


“And you say we need couples therapy?” Wolfram remarked smiling at the two figures running around the garden.


“Franc I think it might be a good idea to stay here for a while longer.” Yuuri commented.


“Life will never be boring that’s for sure.” Franc retorted.


The End.
Thank you for reading and please review. I do not know if I made this a bit of a cope out ending or what but I hope you enjoyed it regardless.