Love's Justice

Kyou Kara Maou Fanfic

The clear moon shone into the large room, its light stretching over towards the royal four-poster bed. A dark figure entered the room silently, feet occasionally scraping along the floor, lazily. Standing for a second in the middle of the room the figure stared out through the huge window up at the moon, which was in turn beaming back down on the face of its watcher.

After this moment the figure turned and proceeded over to the bed. Bending over to pull the blanket aside and get in the figure suddenly stopped and yelled, stumbling backwards. Lying peacefully in the middle of the bed was Wolfram. His blonde hair gently lay over his eyes and onto the pillow his head rested on. He turned and murmured then slowly opened his eyes.

“What’s wrong Yuuri?” He asked the startled figure, quietly. Yuuri stepped forward and gazed down at the boy. As usual he wore an extremely feminine, pink nightgown that slipped down one of his shoulders and he lay, taking up most of the bed and blanket.

“Why are you in my bed, again?” Yuuri questioned. Wolfram did not answer at first but he got up onto his knees and moved closer to Yuuri, who was standing beside the bed.

“You’re my fiancée, what is unnatural about sleeping in the same bed?” Wolfram huffed and pouted, turning his head to the side childishly.

“Are you still going on about that?” Yuuri, although he tried to act as if he didn’t like the idea of being engaged to another guy, was actually quite happy about the situation because from the first time he had set eyes on Wolfram he has always admired his beautiful features and thought of him as a well worthy bishounen. Wolfram turned back to Yuuri and finally answered his question.

“Of course I am. You proposed to me, if you haven’t forgotten, so this is your entire fault to begin with. Plus…” Wolfram reached out and wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s waist, pulling him close, “…I love you.” Yuuri looked down at Wolfram and a bright shade of red flooded his face. He panicked at himself feeling attracted to this scene and attempted to pull away from his tight grip. Wolfram held strong and fought back,

“WHAT IS WRONG!? WIMP!” Yuuri finally broke free and fell backwards from the release and landed on the floor, hard.

“DON’T CALL ME ‘WIMP’!” He yelled at Wolfram while standing back up. He turned and glared at the blonde.

“But you are a wimp. Wimp. Wimp. Wimp.” Seeing Wolfram act so childishly, like he often did, made something crack in Yuuri. A gale suddenly flew round his straightened body and up towards the ceiling. Wolfram stopped yelling at him and stared at what was happening.

'What? He’s doing that here? For what reason? He isn’t protecting an innocent person so why is he turning into the Maou? Did I annoy him that much? What’s going to happen?' Wolfram thought as he clung to the bed to save himself from being blown off.

Yuuri closed his eyes tight and when they reopened there was something different in them, as if he was another person. They were stern and controlled, not soft and friendly like Yuuri’s were. His hair blew violently in the immense wind. As it was blown up the length increased. When the wind finally died down Yuuri’s new, longer hair dropped to his shoulders. The Maou stood before the soldier.

“Don’t call people a wimp when you are the scared one. You are afraid you will be rejected if you try to get close. That’s why you get agitated every time something happens. Though I do not wish to hurt anyone, you leave me no choice…” Wolfram shivered in fear of what was about to happen. 'Is he going to kill me?' He thought as Yuuri began to walk over in painfully slow steps making Wolfram even more nervous and paranoid. “…I will give you justice for your love towards me.” Wolfram looked confused. He didn’t understand what Yuuri meant by this. He hastily moved backwards as Yuuri knelt on the bed.

Yuuri proceeded to follow him. Wolfram reached the end of the bed and looked over his shoulder at the floor below him. When he faced forward again he was met with Yuuri right in front of him. In shock he pushed backwards once more, nearly flying off the bed, but Yuuri opened an arm and wrapped it around Wolfram’s body, holding him from falling.

He pulled him up and rested his head on the pillow. Wolfram looked up at Yuuri and watched as he scanned his body then returned his gaze back into Wolframs eyes. Yuuri lifted a hand and placed it on Wolframs cheek, running it down his cheek to his neck. Wolfram breathed heavily. From his neck, Yuuri then proceeded to run his hand down to the collar of Wolfram’s nightgown, where he then gently took hold of it, whispering in Wolfram’s ear,

“Why do you wear such hideous things? It would look so much better off…” Yuuri pulled down on the nightgown allowing it to slip over Wolfram’s shoulders and down over his sleek white chest to his waist.

“Yuuri…” Wolfram began, but cut off his sentence to let a little gasp pass his lips as Yuuri began to kiss his neck. Yuuri sensitively kissed down Wolfram’s neck and started to kiss his chest. His lips moved over to Wolfram’s pink nipple. He suckled gently, making his tongue rub the nipple as it hardened from the sensation. Wolfram gasped again and wriggled, placing his hands on Yuuri’s head to push him away. Because of his actions the maou bit into the nipple. This worked the way Yuuri wanted it to. Wolfram yelped, his hands fell down and he ceased to wriggle. Yuuri continued to suck and bite until he moved up the blonde’s body and kissed his cheek.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Yuuri gazed down into Wolfram’s deep pools of emerald green. Wolfram didn’t reply with words but he leaned up and kissed Yuuri passionately, passing his tongue past his lips to meet with Yuuri’s. The boys wrapped their tongues around the others, massaging them in this act of admiration. Reluctantly Yuuri broke from the kiss to stare at Wolfram’s delicate features, painted softly with a rose blush.

A hot feeling slivered into Wolframs stomach and snaked its way down to his nether regions. This ultimately made his blush darken in shade as he took a sharp breath in embarrassment at his arousal. Watching Yuuri carefully he noticed a small change in his expression. A blink and miss out moment. It was as if Yuuri himself had got aroused, as well, at the sin they were both thinking of committing.

Unknown to Wolfram the truth was that something strange had happened to the demon king; watching the stretch of saliva lightly brake between their parting mouths; looking into his blonde partners deep green eyes; something had stirred in the pit of his stomach and he’d felt a tightening of the crotch of his pants.

Wolfram lay ready, his breathing soft and quiet, inviting Yuuri to take him. It was no surprise that the strong willed maou Yuuri saw this invitation even though Wolfram’s expression didn’t change one bit and gave the blonde a final delicate kiss before peeling out of his blue pj top. Revealing his slightly bronze toned chest to Wolfram made the blonde almost wriggle in discomfort from the heat that was steadily rising in between his legs. But not wanting to look so unable to fight the need to submit Wolfram tried his best to lie as still as he could under the circumstances.

Yuuri had undone the top button on his pj bottoms but he had stopped himself from undoing the last two to kneel over Wolframs heated body, allowing his pants to hang open, slightly. He began to kiss down Wolframs damp chest. Moving down his body he came to Wolframs navel where he kissed attentively. Wolfram didn’t know how to react to his king’s heedful kisses and deepened in colour as he found himself gasping as he felt his royal loved one run his index finger down from his navel to the flesh that was found between his legs.
Yuuri smirked at this and watched Wolfram’s reactions with great interest as he lifted the blonde’s legs up to slide his nightgown the rest of the way off, over his legs. For some reason extremely embarrassed about this gesture Wolfram turned his head to the side, his face flustered and red.

Yuuri would have liked to see his partner blush like this but he couldn’t remove his eyes from Wolfram’s legs. Although they looked strong they were also very feminine and beautiful. He found himself reaching out and stroking the white skin of Wolfram’s inner thigh.

'Had the sun ever reached this part of Wolfram before? How many people have gazed at this marvel?' Yuuri wondered as bent closer then kissed that inner thigh. He kissed and blushed at how soft it had felt against his fingers and how soft it now felt on his lips.

Wolfram had his knees bent and couldn’t help but steal a glance at what Yuuri was doing. He widened his eyes as he saw the maou, soft eyes showing the love he had of feeling Wolfram’s bare skin against his lips. Never had Wolfram experienced the true maou look like this. This was the kind of look that Yuuri gave when he was doing something really important to him. When he was holding something he loved close. When he was watching someone he had helped, happy and grateful for what he had done for him or her. Is that Yuuri?

'Is he having an effect over the maou’s spirit? Are these Yuuri’s true feelings?'

“Yuuri…” Wolfram attempted to sit up but the maou noticed and pushed him down. When Wolfram now looked into his eyes they were back to the hard, yet extremely sexy, eyes of the maou’s spirit.

“Stay still wolfram. I…” Wolfram cut Yuuri off as he answered with an ‘ok’ and allowed his body to relax once more, “Good boy…” Yuuri smirked as he moved back down Wolfram’s body.

Pushing Wolfram’s legs back up, he slowly parted them. Wolfram felt extremely embarrassed about being treated as an easy uke but he knew that he had wanted Yuuri for so long now and didn’t really mind how he got him as long as he could feel like one with him. His sexual frustration had built up because of Yuuri’s thick headedness to his passes and he was now getting desperate to be with him. It had got so bad that just by hearing his name or seeing the young maou in the distance had started to make him feel warm in his stomach and many times at dinner he had had to excuse himself from the meal to run to his room to ‘relieve’ himself.

'Will this satisfy me or could it not be enough? Will I still have to see ‘his’ moaning uke face? How would…' Wolfram’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted as he gave out a moan as he felt something warm and determined cover the head of his erection.

Wolfram looked down in time to see Yuuri eagerly swallow him. Wolfram let out another moan then quickly clamped a hand over his mouth as he remembered that guards would be patrolling near by the kings room. If they heard any loud noises come from inside they would, without any questions, burst in to see what the trouble was. If one of the guards were to see them like this they would be the talk of the castle (and maybe the town) for months.

Wolfram’s muffled moans just made Yuuri even more turned on, causing him to take as much of the blonde as he could, sucking and rubbing with his tongue against the thick muscle – harder than before. Tear droplets formed in the corners of wolfram’s eyes as he tried his best to hold in from screaming out. He felt he was going to faint as Yuuri paused to lick tenderly around the sensitive tip. As he became weaker from the pleasure of this act he curled his toes into the bed sheets and fisted the sheets up in his hands. At this point he thought he might as well give up on hope of not calling out Yuuri’s name, as he felt ready to explode.

“I’m…cum… cumming…” Wolfram panted. As all his muscles tensed he began to moan loudly as he shot into Yuuri’s deeply swallowing mouth. Wolfram felt his body numb a bit and all his muscles relaxed once again. Letting the sheets free and retreating from digging his toes into the bed he lay breathing heavily, his body glazed with sweat.

Yuuri sat up, licking his lips. A drop of cum had escaped his lips and it made its way down his chin. Wolfram tiredly sat up, leaning towards Yuuri, and lapped the drop up from his king’s chin. Yuuri had been well talented at his skills of pleasuring Wolfram and the blonde felt exhausted from just FOREPLAY. Wolfram decided that he wanted to do something for his king in return for making him feel so good. Yuuri, surprisingly, was sat smiling from what Wolfram had just done, but even when smiling for some reason his eyes still seemed cold. He planted a kiss on Yuuri’s lips,

“It’s not… over yet…” Wolfram explained, cautiously beginning to kiss his kings strong neck, just in case he wasn’t allowed to do such a thing to him. But much to Wolfram’s enjoyment, Yuuri did nothing to stop Wolfram from doing this. Nor did he stop him from slowly kissing down his chest before undoing the remaining buttons. Yuuri lifted up so that Wolfram would be able to pull his bottoms down. Quite taken back by Yuuri’s willingness to be touched by him, and ‘there’ of all places, he finally yanked his bottoms down – he dropped them on the floor once he had accomplished taking them off. They had felt damp and hot. Wolfram turned his attention to what had just been revealed.

His mouth nearly dropped open at the sight of how ‘well-hung’ the maou Yuuri was, but he held his composure and bent down towards it. He took it in his hand and began to pump it up and down. Yuuri sighed as a sign that he liked what Wolfram was doing to him. Over the past weeks Wolfram had gotten a lot of practise on himself thanks to his need to RELIEVE himself every day. Bending even closer Wolfram blew gently on the tip, sending a shiver up Yuuri’s spine, before softly resting his lips on the head. Wanting to tease Yuuri before going ahead fully Wolfram licked around the tip.

Yuuri, while holding in moans he wanted to let out, looked down at Wolfram, on his hands and knees, actually teasing him, which was working quite well he had to admit. To his delight Yuuri soon tried to thrust upwards, to make him take him all, because of his actions. But Wolfram wouldn’t take it until he made Yuuri moan for him to take it. He was prepared to go on forever teasing Yuuri, but he knew that Yuuri couldn’t last much longer. He had already leaned backwards, fisting the sheets in his hands, tightly. One more sensitive nibble did it,

“Ahhhhhh…” Yuuri let out a long moan. Wolfram now accepted his past request and swallowed as much of Yuuri as he could. Relieved that Wolfram has ceased to tease him any longer, he released the sheets and sat up again. As Wolfram gave his ‘treat’ to his king for pleasuring him, Yuuri watched with much interest as Wolfram seemed to take nearly him all in. His breathing was heavy for the first time and as he tried to slow his breathing to normal through the pleasure Wolfram was giving him he stroked Wolfram’s golden, blonde hair. At this Wolfram paused for a moment to look up at his partner. Yuuri had took his hand off Wolfram’s incredible locks and was now licking his index and middle finger carefully, leaving his saliva on as he then moved his hand down the route of Wolfram’s back. Yuuri looked down at the blonde boy. Seeing those somewhat cold, black eyes again made Wolfram go back to his job. He sucked hard, making his tongue massage deeply the muscle he was swallowing. Wolfram was delighted when he heard Yuuri openly let a moan escape.

Wolfram’s eyes widened.

'What was that?' He paused with Yuuri’s erection still in his now relaxed mouth.

'There’s the pain again.' He released Yuuri to give a yelp as he felt it again. Again. Wolfram turned his head to look over his shoulder. Yuuri’s arm was stretched down his back and his fingers were working there way in and out of Wolfram’s tight opening. He swung his head back round again to give another moan. As Yuuri stretched his hole Wolfram yelped again from the pain. He stumbled forward a bit to sink into Yuuri’s chest.

“I’m sorry, I have to do this or it will hurt more in the end. If you bare with it a little longer you will get used to it.” Wolfram nodded and winced as Yuuri fingered him more. Yuuri was right. After a while he was used to it and enjoyed this kind of contact they were having.

“I think you’re ready.” Yuuri said as he took his fingers out of Wolfram. Yuuri pulled Wolfram closer by his legs so that Wolfram was squatted over him. Wolfram was a bit startled from being pulled over but he knew his king was very good at being a dominating leader so he soon recovered from this.

“Take a deep breath. I’m going to take it slow so don’t worry. It’s ok for you to hold onto me tight – I don’t mind a few scratches on my back so just cling on if you need to.” Wolfram nodded and inhaled deeply as Yuuri slowly lowered him down. Wolfram yelped a little and attempted to pull back off as the head of Yuuri’s impressive erection popped inside of his tight hole. He clung on as Yuuri held him down.

“Yuuri…I’m scared…” Wolfram admitted, feeling a dent in his dignity appear from this wimpish confession.

“…” Yuuri looked shocked as the soldier pushed him down on his back. Yuuri stared up blankly. Wolfram had had his pride hurt when he admitted to being scared and was now determined to win that damaged dignity back. Wolfram flung his head back as he lowered himself down onto Yuuri’s thick muscle. Slowly he started to take more and more until it was all inside.

“Is it all inside?” Yuuri asked.

“Yes.” Wolfram answered, plainly. He relaxed for a minute, getting used to having Yuuri inside him and then gradually began to lift up and down. At first he gave shouts of pain as he lifted off then ‘swallowed’ Yuuri again. With no lube it was tight and rough. Yuuri thrust up and Wolfram was soon moaning since his hole had become more relaxed.

Lewd thoughts ran through Yuuri’s head and he couldn’t take it any longer. Forcefully he sat up, pushing Wolfram onto his back.

“I’m sorry Wolfram…I can’t hold back any longer…” Yuuri panted. After lifting Wolfram’s sleek legs over his shoulders and bending over his pale body Yuuri penetrated Wolfram with strong thrusts. The moans from Wolfram were loud and in rhythm with Yuuri’s powerful movements. He shouted out, feeling his orgasm coming, as Yuuri got stronger. Yuuri was close to cumming too and he joined in with Wolfram’s chorus of moans and shouts.

“Wol…fram!”

“Yu…Yuuri!” With a loud shout both boys flung their heads back as they came at the same time. Yuuri exploded inside Wolfram and both were covered all over their chests from the blonde’s seed. Sliding out of Wolfram the maou collapsed on top of the blonde. Both boys’ chests heaved with their heavy breaths. The demon king leaned up and gave his beautiful soldier one last passionate before beginning to change back into Yuuri,

“Justice… has been done… and I… am not… needed here…” The change was complete and Yuuri, in a last breath of consciousness, gasped, “…anymore…” Yuuri’s body went limp on top of Wolfram’s.

“Yuuri…I love you.” Wolfram slipped both of them into the covers and lay, stroking Yuuri’s hair and kissing his face softly.

END

Bishi: Well then there it is. This was one of the first ones I wrote and so its possibly very crappy (my style has sort of evolved now and is better at present) but Hel really wanted me to put it up so there it is. There are more chapters to it (and I am still working on it as it is not completed - I lost interest cause I moved to other projects) but I'll only put the rest on if your peeps want me to (as I think it rounds off nicely at this point aswell) so you will have to R&R if u wanna see them.

Thanks for reading ^_^'