Risk

Title: Risk
Genre: Established Relationship, Romance
Type: One-shot
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smex
Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri

BTW: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou

Inspiration: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4K9811LaivA (00:30 - 1:00) A clip of the great Eddie Izzard, who I'm sure would love to know he's inspired such things...

Summary: Yuuri gives Wolfram advice on how to win RISK

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Yuuri was still trying to find space in his room to unpack all the useless junk his mother had insisted he take back with him from Earth. Most of it had been presents for people here, but really, he almost always had to wear his uniform so there was no need for her to pack him so many clothes. He sighed. It was probably because he had finally gotten the courage to tell Shouri and them that he wasn't going to be visiting Earth frequently enough to take his college entrance exams, which to them was the same as moving out for good.

In some ways he supposed he was.

He'd done a lot of growing up lately. Hadn't fallen asleep on his books in Gunter's study for weeks now. He was almost as good at writing in the demon language as Greta now. Though it really wasn't fair, she had Wolfram to help her everyday while he divided what time he had between studying foreign policy, battle strategies (though he was still convinced he would be able to avoid using them), reading, writing, as well as glazing over a whole stack of leather books Gunter claimed to be the 'classics'. Yuuri hadn't even made it through two of them, and he was sure that even though his eyes had run over every paragraph at least twice he couldn't remember a word.

The other day he had been complaining to Wolfram about it, which of course ended with an argument about his embodiment of the word 'wimp'.

Yuuri blushed. It was still hard to believe that his relationship with his fiancé had changed so drastically during the past few weeks. It had all started when he had given into some of Conrad's constant 'philosophical nagging' (Yuuri was convinced that the older man was some sort of meddling matchmaker in a previous life. He was getting as bad as his mother lately) about how 'love was love'. So, so as not to be proven wrong in his assertions that love between two men was impossible, at least for him, he had decided to give feelings for Wolfram a try. Unfortunately for him, as soon as the mental switch was turned away from 'impossible' and he gave the matter more non-biased one-over, all sorts of interesting feelings started to show up. Usually in the form of stomach butterflies whenever he was in the same room as Wolfram.

So Conrad had won the bet, and Yuuri had ended up with a very very smug Wolfram as soon as he noticed. Because of course Wolfram had noticed almost immediately. It was maddening! And completely unfair as he had had practically no time to come to terms with these pesky feelings when Wolfram seemed to be having the time of his life.

Still, the feelings made it impossible to be really upset about this turn of events. Caring about Wolfram the way his friend wanted him to was a huge weight from his shoulders. He had been so afraid of disappointing him. And now... to see him smile like a child and actually relax around him, was wonderful.

Until Wolfram had stopped being so guarded, Yuuri hadn't noticed how much his fiancé had been holding back. It wasn't anything huge, just lots of small things: the way his back would relax as soon as he closed the door to their room, no longer in perfect military attention. It wasn't a slouch, just relaxed. His eyes were relaxed too. Wolfram didn't have to try to hold back the emotion in his eyes whenever he looked at him. It was intimidating, because he was sure that Wolfram would probably always love him more than he could... well, he hadn't named the 'feelings' yet, but whatever they were Wolfram had more and it worried Yuuri to no end. Wolfram deserved the best. What would he do if he couldn't give it to him?

Making Wolfram happy was enough for now. And it was surprisingly easy to do once he got the hang of it. For instance, just this last trip to earth he had gotten Wolfram a board-game to play with Gwendal and Conrad. It was an import, only starting to become popular. What drew him to it was its content. It was a war strategy game, where players could pull tactics against each other in hopes of conquering the world. He knew it would be fun for the three brothers to play together, but he also knew how much Wolfram loved to win things, so he had looked online to see if there were any strategies he could give Wolfram to ensure the biggest grin possible.

Wolfram had been very happy about getting a present at all, but his eyes had practically sparkled when Yuuri told him the secret. Wolfram had given him a quick kiss before running off to make his brothers play.

Kissing. That was something new for them, but after a few experiments and a lot of thought Yuuri had decided it was okay.

More than okay.

He blushed and realized he had finished putting everything away. Of course, now he had no idea where anything was, but that hardly mattered.

He wondered where Wolfram had gone off to hassle his brothers into playing. Probably Gwendal's office. It had been more than an hour so they should be pretty into it by now. He made his way to the door, thinking about how it would be fun to watch.

Yuuri was reaching for the handle when the door swung open and Wolfram rushed inside, grinning madly. He closed the door behind him as quickly as he had opened it.

"Have fun?" He asked, assured by Wolfram's smile that he had managed to win.

There was no answer. Wolfram had a gleefully terrifying look in his eyes that made Yuuri back away several paces to safely assess the situation. He didn't expect for Wolfram to take that as an invitation to literally pounce on him.

“Good fiancé…” He purred from his new position on top of Yuuri’s stomach, who was still trying to breathe after having the wind knocked out of him by an overly enthusiastic Wolfram. The impact would have sent both of them to the ground if the bed hadn't conveniently broken their fall.

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Wolfram von Beliefeld was pleased. Yuuri, wimp that he was, had been decidedly sweet and deserved a reward. But he was still debating what it would be. He considered his options as he watched Yuuri prop himself up on his elbows and then try to sit up. Wolfram raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're on my stomach..." Yuuri wheezed.

Wolfram gave him a look that distinctly said 'so what' before sliding down his body until he was sitting on Yuuri's lap, one knee on either side of his waist.

There. Much more comfortable.

Yuuri seemed to take the hint that this was as far as Wolfram was going at the moment, and sat up to look at him. The position brought their faces temptingly close and he could see his fiancé's cheeks darken. Wolfram leaned forward, but instead of claiming Yuuri's lips he settled his face into the crook of his neck, kissing him there before moving up to whisper his previous statement into his ear. "Good fiancé..."

Yuuri made some adorable sounds before speaking, "Erm... You said that.... So, I take it you won?"

"Of course not." Wolfram panted into his ear before trailing his lips lower to tease that little hollow beneath.

"But..." Yuuri stammered, obviously distracted.

Wolfram chuckled and bit Yuuri's earlobe, "It was a war game. Gwendal can win any war game with his eyes closed." For emphasis, he drew away from Yuuri's neck long enough to kiss both of the eyelids that fluttered closed at his approach.

Yuuri squirmed beneath him. It was one of his favorite things about his fiancé. His body, all of him, was completely innocent. He could never hide anything. Yuuri, eyes still closed, tilted his face upwards "Then... why.."

"Hnnnn?" Wolfram questioned lips close enough to Yuuri's that he was sure he could feel the vibrations. "You," Wolfram began, letting the syllable tease his eager fiance, "Gave me the most adorable advice about the purple territory."

The word 'adorable' brought Yuuri out of his daze long enough to pout. "Hey! Don't use words like that to describe me!"

"No?" Wolfram smirked before nipping at Yuuri's pout with a brief kiss. His body tingled with the contact and he could feel the way Yuuri chased him with his lips as he drew back. "But you are! Only a novice at the art of war would need such a plebeian strategy." Wolfram let his mouth draw back into the smirk as he looked down at Yuuri through lidded eyes. Just as Yuuri opened his mouth to argue, Wolfram brushed his weight down onto Yuuri's lap.

Yuuri made a delicious sound that made his ears turn red. "Then why are you so smug?" he sulked.

Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuuri's neck, drawing him closer. "Because, you tried to help me win." He rested his forehead against Yuuri's, staring him down until Yuuri returned his gaze. "It was sweet...you wimp..."

"I thought you weren't going to call me that anymore."

Wolfram couldn't help his eyes from going wide when Yuuri pulled his legs apart, taking away Wolfram's seat and almost causing him slide backward off the edge of the bed. Luckily, Yuuri reached around his waist to keep him from falling. Now Wolfram was no longer a head above Yuuri on his lap. This time Yuuri smirked, tapping his foot on the floor.

Wolfram just raised an eyebrow and rocked himself closer, making Yuuri's breath catch a little through his smug expression. "Where would you get a stupid idea like that?" He pulled Yuuri's face forward with his arms until he could feel his breath on his lips. "Wim--"

Wolfram was pleasantly surprised when Yuuri silenced him with a kiss. Though it was probably meant to be forceful it was still clumsy with inexperience, teeth bumping briefly before Wolfram took over, kissing Yuuri harshly until he could feel his fiance's lips swell under the abuse. Yuuri had to break off after a few moments, panting in an attempt to catch his breath while Wolfram teased his lips with his tongue and eager kisses. It wasn't long before Yuuri tried to mimic his actions, though as soon as he seemed confident Wolfram moved his hips again, grinding himself against Yuuri's arousal. Feeling it was sweet torture through all the layers but knowing that it was there, that now he was able to make Yuuri squirm beneath him with the same desire that kept him awake in Yuuri's bed for years, made him drunk with need.

Yuuri gasped at the increased contact, which only gave Wolfram better access. It was even less time before Yuuri was clawing at his back and trying to pull away, desperate for air. While backing away from Wolfram pulled his mouth free and let him gasp for air, the necessary leverage only pushed his hips forward, intensifying his embarrassment.

Wolfram could tell that Yuuri was about to protest. He was frustratingly skittish when it came to progressing their physical intimacy, a fact Wolfram abhored. But Wolfram also knew how easily a person could be distracted from such embarrassment. So instead of letting Yuuri catch his breath enough to speak, he undid the clasp on Yuuri's neck and nipped at his adams apple. Yuuri made an incredulous sound but Wolfram continued to lavish the area with kisses until the redness vanished.

Wolfram's new favorite activity was finding spots that drove his wimp to distraction. By the time he made his way back to Yuuri's mouth, his fiancé was more than ready to return his kisses, murmuring silent pleas against his lips and hips unconsciously rocking against him. Wolfram took the opportunity to slide a hand between them and give Yuuri's erection more personal attention. His skittish partner cried against his mouth, but Wolfram had cupped his neck with his other hand and refused to free him from the kiss, swallowing his protests and coaxing compliance with every movement. His right hand teased Yuuri gently through the black fabric and soon Yuuri was pressing back against his palm. It felt so wonderful. The heat in his palm, knowing he was the one who made Yuuri feel this way, how hard he was. The fabric was thin enough that he could distinctly feel every curve and Wolfram shuddered to think how good it would feel to have Yuuri's cock, bare, slick, and rocking in his grasp. Or inside him, anywhere inside him. He moaned and pushed closer until there wasn't a space between them and he had to move his hand lest it be crushed.

Yuuri whined in protest and bit at Wolfram's lips, hips rocking in search of the missing palm. Wolfram rubbed his own arousal against him and growled possessively, biting back at Yuuri's lips before kneading them in apology as they rocked together, each in a desperate search for more friction and heat.

Wolfram pulled back to drink in the sight of him. Yuuri's eyes were black with desire as he blinked in confusion at being pushed away, his cheeks still burned with innocence, and his lips were red and swollen, parted temptingly in question and still shining with the remnants of his kisses. Wolfram had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from saying something that would distract the wimp. He was so sensitive to comments about how ravishing he was. Now that he could see his face he let his hand come between them again, letting a few fingers slid beneath the waist band of Yuuri's pants to graze the tip of Yuuri's cock. He couldn't help but groan as he felt the wetness, still too little to have leaked through the fabric. Wolfram was sure his pants weren't in nearly as respectable a condition. Yuuri's eyes were closed over-tight and he worried his already abused lip between his teeth.

Wolfram was sure Yuuri was mortified by the situation, but lucky for him Yuuri's body was too far gone to protest. Since Yuuri didn't fight him, Wolfram took a moment to enjoy his fiancé's delectable expression before unbuttoning his pants. His heart echoed in his ears and he could feel his fingers starting to shake as he slowly pulled down the zipper. He had wanted this for so long that he was momentarily terrified that he would make a mistake. What if this was his only chance to try something before Yuuri changed his mind and decided he didn't want him after all? He had to do this right or he might never get another chance.

He could feel Yuuri shaking too.

This time when he kissed Yuuri it was to distract them both. The thumbs crushing his hipbones were reassuring enough for him to let his fingers slip between the final thin layer of tight cloth to grasp at hot flesh. The way Yuuri's head lolled down and he keened into Wolfram's shoulder helped too.

But it wasn't enough. Just this desperate heady grinding, this clumsy hormone driven fumbling, was not enough. Wolfram was determined to make such an impression that Yuuri would let him touch him this way everyday.

He swallowed. His cheeks burned and his jaw was tingling with anticipation. He used his free hand to steady himself and slowly backed out of Yuuri's grasp. Yuuri made a weak sound of protest and pulled at his jacket as he made his less than graceful descent onto the floor. Wolfram wished that he had more time to think, not about what he was going to do, he had spent hours thinking about that. Mostly in the bath hall with his hand sliding against his own flesh, but instead how he had let himself get in this position with Yuuri so irritatingly clothed. In a perfect world he would have had much more access to Yuuri's flushed skin. As of now he had only gotten Yuuri's collar undone and his pants open. How thoughtless of him.

But now there was the task at hand.

Yuuri was ravishing. Every bit of him. Wolfram burned the image into his eyes in case this was his only chance. He moved his thumb up along Yuuri's shaft, milking a single drop before leaning forward to gently remove it with his tongue. Yuuri's hands had found their way to Wolfram's shoulders, and he could feel the fingers desperately fisting the cotton. Yuuri's garbled voice found his ears, gasping about how dirty it was and begging for him to stop, while at the same time his cock twitched against his lips, glossing them and seducing him with a different sort of plea.

Wolfram wouldn't move against Yuuri's wishes, but he knew his fiancé was painfully close to giving in to his physical need. A need Wolfram mirrored, pressing distractingly into his stomach strapped flat by the force of his belt. Wolfram kept his lips pressed against the tip, and when he spoke he moved his tongue forward just enough so that he was sure Yuuri could feel it, "Do you want me to stop?"

His only answer was a choked groan and the migration of Yuuri's hands to his hair. It was more than enough. Making a pleased sound of his own, he let his mouth slide down, taking in as much as he could, savoring the feeling not only of being filled but by the feeling of Yuuri... It was so good. So good. The fingernails in his scalp, the puffs of hot breath feathering through his hair, the flesh filling his mouth. His right hand hand slid down, covering all his lips couldn't. But ohh how he wanted more. More of the pressure against the back of his throat and the taste of him. Everywhere. Inside him. Yuuri.

He wanted to be everywhere at once. His awareness flashed between the movements of his right hand, now slick with his own saliva, the ecstasy that filled his mouth, and his left hand fumbling at the buttons of Yuuri's jacket from the bottom up. He had never been good with his left hand. Wolfram growled and snapped the buttons off while the humming of his vocal chords drew more desperate, soft little sounds, puffed between his lover's lips.

Lover.

His left hand could feel the way Yuuri's stomach clenched, consumed by the feelings that must be swirling in his lower abdomen. Because of him. Yuuri's sounds became bolder suddenly and Wolfram could feel him start to twitch in his mouth so he pulled back and blew on the tip. Yuuri's body got the best of him and he bucked his hips forward in protest, smearing his cheek.

Wolfram looked up into Yuuri's face. Teasing him was cruel, but he wanted him to remember who made him feel such things.

Yuuri's lip was worried, trapped firmly between his teeth, still just as red as it had been made by his earlier bruising kisses. His eyes were still closed, so tightly that his eyebrows quivered with the effort of it. Wolfram had made quick work of his jacket, and he could see the way the flat line of skin down Yuuri's chest shuddered with every breath. Intoxicating. Wolfram brought his hands up to push the cloth further out of the way, lingering against flesh and teasing with fingernails.

"Yuuri." His own voice sounded foreign, rough, through his pounding ears.

The hands still buried in his hair shook before his wimp's eyes fluttered open. "Wolfra--?"

Satisfied that Yuuri wasn't picturing some woman, Wolfram smiled prettily before grabbing Yuuri's hips with both hands and leaning forward to lick the base of his cock. The fingers in his hair clenched, pulling out strands, as Wolfram made absolutely sure he had licked all of him before finally letting his lips fall around the head. He pushed his tongue forward, teasing the slit until it jumped away from him, muscles beyond Yuuri's control clenching as the wimp probably bit through his lip, desperately trying not to come.

But there was no way Wolfram was going to let that happen. He caught him again, this time letting the thick flesh slide between his lips, testing his gag reflex as it pressed wonderfully against the back of his throat.

Yuuri's hips jerked and he tried to push Wolfram's head away, softly crying for him to stop. But it was much too late for such pleas, so Wolfram sucked eagerly and moved his head, sliding his lips against Yuuri's cock and wondering if he was going to come too, just from this.

And then it finally happened, bitter and thick and filling his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, though he almost choked at the way it hit the back of his throat, sticking to him. Yuuri was still lost by the time he had wiped his chin and licked Yuuri clean, making sure to savor every drop.

Wolfram got onto the bed and pulled Yuuri's shaking body up so his feet were no longer on the floor. Then he curled into Yuuri from behind, arms wrapped tightly around his chest, and tried absently to keep his hands from shaking. Instead of dwelling on the silence that pushed the air from his lungs he made sure to memorize every moment that had just flown past him.

Another distraction was how much his own cock ached, still trapped beneath his belt. Wolfram had been hard before he even came in the room, imagination running wild as he made his way to Yuuri, and had tucked up to avoid detection. He knew it was the part of him that worried Yuuri the most, so he did his best to hide how much he always always wanted the other boy. Even now, with his chest against Yuuri's back, he made sure to keep his hips from touching him.

He was actually starting to doze off, lulled by the way Yuuri's back would stiften and un-stiffen every time he thought to say something. Working up strength only to exhale. For the first ten minutes it had made his heart thunder each time, but it had gone on for so long, and Yuuri was so warm against him, and he was in no hurry to say something that would inevitably force him to let go of Yuuri.

"Wolfram."

It was his turn to have his body tense. "Hnn?"

"You didn't..."

Wolfram squeezed him, sure if he didn't grab onto something his heart would burst. "That's okay."

"But..."

Yuuri tried to roll over in his arms but Wolfram held him in place, starting to kiss the damp strands of hair on the back of his neck. "So that was okay?"

"...Yeah..."

Wolfram tried not to break his face from smiling. Focusing on kissing the salt from Yuuri's neck to keep himself from laughing with relief. Nothing could be better than this.

Or so he thought, until Yuuri found his hand and curled his fingers inside. "More than okay."


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C & C of ANY kind MORE than welcome!

A/N: So yes, this was my first 'smut' scene so um... *hides*