Games

This is the first Misunderstandings fic series that I've done for KKM. I've written several others for Saiyuki's Hakkai/Sanzo, but this is the first for Murata/Yuuri. Why do I call it Misunderstandings? Read and See! :D

Games


Trying to be as inauspicious as his temper would allow, Wolfram walked down the great, wide halls of Blood Pledge Castle. There was a purpose for this stroll, however. This was the hall where his and Yuuri's room was. So he had a reason to be there, right? Wolfram nodded, agreeing with himself. Yes, this was definitely the best course of action.

He had been noticing things. For months now, Yuuri had been terribly close to Murata. The reasonable part of Wolfram's brain suggested that this might be because the two were best friends. Unfortunately, Wolfram rarely listened to that part of his brain, and this time was no exception. Yuuri was cheating on him with Murata. He just knew it.

Feeling like a stranger in his own home, Wolfram sighed. He had been sharpening his swordsmanship, and was tired and sweaty from the exercise. All he wanted now was a hot bath.

He reached the door to his and Yuuri's room and stopped short. The door was closed, and he could hear voices inside. Curious, he put his ear to the door.

"You're mine, Shibuya," the voice of Murata Ken said softly, possessively. "You can't escape."

"Ow, Murata, please don't hurt me," came Yuuri's strained voice.

"Don't mind the pain; just give in to me and I'll be more gentle with you."

"Fine then," Yuuri's voice was determined. "Do your best."

Murata's voice was a low purr. "Oh, I will."

Wolfram was horrified. This was...this was wrong on so many levels. Not only was his fiancee cheating on him with the Great Sage, of all people, he was also engaging in...deviant behaviour. This was a territory that the very vanilla Wolfram had only visited through the stories of rough and tumble soldiers. Still, he bided his time.

"Murata! Oh..." The word was bitten off. There were heavy groans and grunting echoing in the room. "Murata, please don't squeeze me so hard!"

Wolfram could hear the sinister smile in Murata's voice. "You like it."

There were several more minutes of gritted teeth and groans before Murata broke the silence.

"Tch, Yuuri. You can't touch or I'll have to punish you."

"That's not fair!"

"If it gets too hard for you to continue, just say the password and I'll finish it." Murata's voice was gruff, but there was a hint of fondness in it as well.

"No, let's not stop," Yuuri breathlessly, between groans.

Wolfram blushed furiously, both in embarrassment and anger. That was it. No other man, much less the Daijenka , was going to do that to Yuuri. Yuuri won't even let you do it to him, that damned voice in Wolfram's head whispered. Anger fueling action, Wolfram burst into the room with a shout.

"CHEATER!" He screamed, full of fury. Then he blinked, pausing to take in the scene before him. And even as prepared as he was for what he might find, the vision that met his eyes was shocking.

Murata and Yuuri were seated at a brown wooden table that Wolfram placed as the night stand. Both boys were actively ignoring him while they...held hands?

No, that wasn't hand holding. That was...

"Uncle, uncle!"

With a cry of distress, Yuuri gave in, allowing Murata to pin his arm to the table. Murata smiled innocently.

"I believe that means I win," he said, casually. "Good game, though."

Yuuri glowered at him before turning his attention to Wolfram.

"Did you need something, Wolfram?" he asked, politely.

Wolfram muttered something and stormed out of the room, the heat from his face stalking in front of him like a separate entity.

"What's wrong with him?" Yuuri said to the room in general, as Murata stood and closed the door behind Wolfram.

"Maybe he was angry we played without him," Murata suggested. "But any way, to the victor go the spoils."

Yuri grimaced. "Are you sure it isn't the other way around?" he suggested as Murata unbuttoned Yuuri's tunic and pulled it over his head.

"Quite sure," Murata said, now working on Yuuri's pants. "Slide these off for me, please. And get into bed."

Murata quickly stripped off his clothes and crawled on top of his lover.

"Can we at least take turns?" Yuuri said sulkily.

Murata took off his glasses and placed them on the abandoned night stand. "The terms of the bet were explicit, Yuuri. The winner earns the right to top the looser."

Yuuri started to whine again, but was abruptly cut off when Murata softly captured his lips.

The whines soon turned into moans as Murata worked his way lower.

"Ken..."

As it turns out, Yuuri thought through a lusty haze, sometimes to the loser go the spoils as well.