Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Kyou Kara Maou, because if I did, Yuuri and Wolfram would not be just friends. :P
Warnings: Err not much warnings, I'd just like to say that this is a boyxboy fic, no like, no read.
Summary: YuurixWolfram fluff fic, no lemon cause I don't know how to write that. Written for my sis, cuz she couldn't see Yuuri as a seme, and this was written to prove her wrong. Yuuri finds his true feelings towards his fiancé one night…
Wolfram opened his eyes, a tiny frown appearing on his face. His black haired fiancé wasn't lying in bed next to him.
It was late at night, and the blonde haired boy had once again ventured into Yuuri's bedroom, only to find it empty. Deciding that he'll wait for him to come back, Wolfram had settled into the soft bedcovers, and had drifted away without realizing it.
But now the moon was hovering high in the dark sky, and Yuuri still wasn't here.
Wolfram's emerald eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly untangled his body from the bed sheets. Bare feet padded the floor, and the door creaked open. Still clad in his pink frilly night-grown, the blonde Mazoku walked down the hallways, eyes glancing swiftly at doors.
After an entire detour of the castle, Wolfram sat on the cold cement floor outside the bedroom and sighed.
Where are you, hennachoko?
"Aah…that took really long…" Yuuri groaned to himself, rubbing his head sleepily as he made his way to his bedroom. "I really don't like these meetings…."
His tired face soon gave way to a smile.
At least I'll have someone to cuddle with in my bed, He thought, and blushed, shaking his head. Wa-Wait, I don't think of him that way…do I?
No, of course not, it's just getting really cold lately.
Yuuri paused, surprised to see a shape curled up outside his bedroom door. Coming closer, he recognized the pink frilly silk cloth, and the beautiful waves of golden locks.
"Wolfram!" he cried, and rushed over to his fiancé. Shaking him lightly roused Wolfram awake, and he leaned forward slowly to grab Yuuri's cheeks and stretch them apart.
"Hennachoko, where were you…?" demanded Wolfram sleepily. Yuuri sweatdropped, twitching from the pain.
"I-Itta, yamete Wolfram…" he pulled Wolfram's slender fingers off his face and rubbed his cheeks. "Don't call me that..!"
Wolfram gave him a small smile in reply, and slowly stood up.
"Then let's go to sleep, Yuuri."
"Hah?" Yuuri blinked, unsure whether to object his fiancé sharing the same bed as him, but it was too late; Wolfram opened the door and headed into the room. Yuuri closed his mouth, sighing resignedly, and followed.
His eyes strangely were attracted to Wolfram's small shoulders, lighted with pale moonlight as the feminine male stretched and lay on the bed. Wolfram turned around and beckoned him, patting the space beside him.
"Come here, Yuuri," he called softly, and Yuuri swallowed, his face suddenly hot.
"Wolfram, do you really have to sleep here…? There's a lot of empty rooms you could've…" he insisted, and Wolfram shot a glare at him.
"Come here, Yuuri." This time, Wolfram's voice was slightly stern and commanding, and Yuuri trailed off his sentence, reluctantly obeying. He slid onto the soft mattress next to Wolfram, and turned away, blushing.
Ah, I wonder if Wolfram's body feels like a girl…? He mused to himself, and slapped himself mentally for thinking that.
What am I thinking?
He's a guy, and I'm a guy. There's no way…! …Can there?
Wolfram watched Yuuri, his emerald eyes expressionless. Finally, seeing that the Maou had no other ulterior moves or objections, he sighed softly and lay down onto the mattress, wrapping his arms around his pillow.
"Goodnight then." He murmured, and felt Yuuri jerk a little. He curiously peeked at his fiancé wondering what was wrong, to find the dark haired boy gazing down at him, his face reddening.
"What is it, Yuuri?" Wolfram asked, concerned. Yuuri's eyes snapped back and he quickly turned away.
"N-Nothing…" Yuuri muttered, and lay down beside Wolfram, his back turned to him. Wolfram frowned slightly, disappointed. He had thought Yuuri was finally seeing him as a fiancé instead as a friend, but that slightly dense Maou was unpredictable. Ignoring the pang of pain in his chest, he buried his face into the pillows and closed his eyes.
Yuuri tried to take his mind off a certain blonde boy, but the silence in the room was deafening, and seemed to amplify the sound of Wolfram's breathing. He listened to how soft Wolfram's breathing was, the small rhythm of his breath drawing in and out, and slowly, his body relaxed.
Wolfram is kind of like a girl, he decided to himself with a smile. He's really feminine and his eyes are really beautiful.
But if I ever told him that, I wonder how he'll react…?
Cringing at the thought of Wolfram whacking him for saying such embarrassing things, he rolled over to face Wolfram's sleeping body, and his dark eyes traced his fiancé's frame, silhouetted by the moonlight. Even though Wolfram was fiery, and often filled with jealousy and anger, the pale warrior had a beautiful body.
Yuuri's eyes traced slowly down the small, rounded shoulders, over the slight rise from waist to hip, and paused at the blanket, covering the rest of the body. His fingers stretched out, and without thinking, he wrapped them around Wolfram's soft blonde curls.
Wolfram's eyes snapped open at the feeling of someone touching his hair. "Yuuri?" he questioned, and the fingers instantly withdrew, followed by Yuuri's stammering excuse.
"G-Gomen, I didn't mean to…!"
Wolfram turned his head around, his heart rising slightly. "You idiot," he whispered. "You don't have to apologize."
Yuuri smiled sheepishly and drew his hands back into the covers, shielding them from the frosty chill of the air. Shivering a bit, he turned and faced the roof of the room. Wolfram felt a smile coming on, and quickly hiding it, reached his pale arm under the bed sheets to grasp around Yuuri's waist. Yuuri instantly jumped again, and his head turned to stare at Wolfram.
"What?" Wolfram asked, trying hard not to smile. "You're cold, right?"
The young Maou swallowed and nodded, and tried to relax his tense body. Wolfram smiled, noticing the increased rate of his fiancé's breathing. Closing his eyes, he cuddled closer into Yuuri's warm body, and sighing contently, started to drift into sleep again.
Yuuri froze, feeling Wolfram's body come into contact with his. His face instantly flared a brilliant red, and his breathing started to become more ragged.
Should I hug him back?
No, I don't want him to take it the wrong way.
…Then what do I want him to see it as?
Objections and doubts raced through Yuuri's mind, and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. At times when he needed help, he always turned to a older, mature, brown haired man, and a moment like this was critical.
What would Conrad say…!
Relax, he concluded. Take it slowly…if you really don't like Wolfram that way, you wouldn't have been so excited over a hug.
…So what should I do?
Blushing hard, he slowly pried his eyes back open, determined to find out what he truly felt towards the blonde haired boy. Gazing into Wolfram's feminine face, he felt his body relaxing, and slowly, he draped an arm around his fiancé's waist as well.
"Wolfram…" he murmured softly, and emerald eyes flickered open, questioning.
"What is it, Yuuri?"
"Aah, gomen, did I wake you?" Yuuri asked apologetically. Wolfram shook his head slowly.
"You don't have a reason to call me?" Wolfram asked irritably, and Yuuri smiled sheepishly.
"Th-That's not it…" he said, and backed a little away at Wolfram's questioning look. "A-Ah, what I meant was…"
Wolfram's stare soon turned into a scowl. He didn't understand why Yuuri questioned his feelings towards him, and it made him irritable.
If he likes me, he should just accept it.
If he keeps me hanging like this forever…
Gritting his teeth, Wolfram turned his back on Yuuri, roughly pulling the blankets with him. He heard Yuuri's squeak of protest, and he ignored him. Hot tears pricked his eyes, and Wolfram blamed his sleepiness, closing his eyes.
Yuuri swallowed, his mind swimming with thoughts. Oh no, he thought miserably, Wolfram took it the wrong way again.
No, he thought, his eyes set determinedly, Today I won't keep Wolfram guessing anymore.
Glancing over at his furious fiancé though, Yuuri was finding it hard to start. His heart was beating fast again, and he really didn't know what to do first. Finally, he reached his hand out hesitantly to touch Wolfram's shoulder.
Wolfram's body froze, but the blonde boy refused to look at Yuuri. Taking this as an encouraging sign since Wolfram wasn't whacking his hand away, Yuuri slowly stroked his hand down his fiancé's arm, pushing pink silk off to reveal pale, warm flesh.
He really is soft, Yuuri mused, and felt Wolfram's body shiver slightly. "Ah, sorry, is it cold…?" Yuuri asked, pulling his hand away. Wolfram sat up and turned around, his emerald eyes shaking slightly.
"Yuuri.." he said softly, "If you don't like me more than a friend, don't take pity on me like this…"
Yuuri's eyes widened, taken aback. "Eh?"
Wolfram gritted his teeth, eyes flashing. "Don't touch me like that if you don't have any feelings towards me," he snapped, and pulled his nightgown over his bare shoulder.
"Wait, no..!" cried Yuuri in protest. "I…I wasn't taking pity on you!"
Wolfram stopped, and looked at him, a small glimmer of hope in his green eyes. Yuuri paused, words stuck in his throat.
N-Now what do I do?
They sat there gazing into each other's eyes for a long time, Wolfram's hope slowly fading, and Yuuri still stumbling over in his mind what to say next. Finally, hurt glowing in Wolfram's eyes, his fiancé moved to lie back onto the bed. Yuuri opened his mouth, knowing that if he didn't say anything now, Wolfram would never forgive him.
"L-Let's start slowly first, Wolfram--!" Yuuri stammered. "I…This is still very new to me, and I…"
Wolfram turned over and looked at him. "Are you scared of something?" he asked incredulously. Yuuri paused, and he gazed into Wolfram's eyes miserably.
"I…I'm not used to this," he admitted finally. "But I can try…!" Wolfram was already turning his back onto him, wrapping the blankets around himself. "Wolfram, please, give me time…"
"Yuuri, I've waited for a long time." Wolfram answered softly. "Now Goodnight; if you wake me up again, I'm going to hurt you, Yuuri."
"That's not it!" Yuuri almost yelled. Silence fell between them. "Wolfram, don't be like that…!"
Wolfram turned around, his expression hurt and angry. "You don't know how much it hurts to see you treat everyone the same as you treat me!"
"Then how do you want me to treat you?" asked Yuuri, lowering his voice. Wolfram turned away angrily.
"How am I supposed to tell that kind of things to you?" Wolfram snapped. Yuuri sighed and rubbed his head.
"I've said this before, it's really new to me, Wolfram…" he pleaded softly. "I've never fallen in love before, so…"
Slowly, he placed an arm on the other side of Wolfram, and leaned on top of him. Wolfram's eyes widened, and his face reddened.
"Wha—What are you doing, Yuuri?" he asked, jumping slightly as Yuuri leaned in closer. A few millimeters apart, Yuuri hesitated and smiled nervously.
"I'm giving you my first kiss. Can I…?" he stammered, and Wolfram paused for a while before agreeing with a nod. With Wolfram's given permission, he closed the gap between their lips.
Their kiss was awkward and shy, as neither of them had kissed anyone before, but it was filled with pure feelings and trust. Wolfram moaned slightly into the kiss, leaning closer for better contact. Yuuri blushed at the vibration, and the softness of Wolfram's lips pressing against his. Slowly, encouragingly, Wolfram opened his mouth, granting entrance to Yuuri. Yuuri paused, unsure of what to do, and then slowly slid his tongue into the warm, sweet cave, taking in how cute the sounds of approval that his fiancé was making. Wolfram widened his mouth slowly, not wanting to scare Yuuri away with the advances, and sighed softly.
Yuuri however, was slowly gaining confidence, and soon his tongue explored Wolfram's mouth from hesitant tastes to increasing speed. Wolfram blushed and pulled away, needing oxygen.
Both of them breathing hard, they gazed into each other's eyes before Yuuri slowly lift his head further away, laughing a little nervously.
"Aah, G-Gomen…was that too fast…?" he asked, before Wolfram frowned slightly and pulled him down again, kissing him hard.
Yuuri froze for a second, then relaxed, his fingers starting to explore what was underneath Wolfram's pink nightgown. He traced his tanned fingers up Wolfram's soft warm thighs, brushing the fabric of his underwear. Wolfram stifled a gasp and pulled away, blushing hard.
Absorbed in what he was doing, Yuuri continued his explorations, stroking up Wolfram's slender stomach, and dipped his fingers into his bellybutton, Wolfram's sighs of pleasure encouraging him. Slowly, he traced his fingers higher, pulling the nightgown up to Wolfram's armpits, and his dark eyes slowly fell from his fiance's lust-filled ones to gaze down at his pale body.
"Wolfram…you're really soft…" he murmured, satisfied to see the fiery soldier blush.
"Sh—Shut up," snapped Wolfram half-heartedly, his emerald eyes glazing over. Yuuri smiled softly, and bent down to nuzzle against Wolfram's warm neck. He felt Wolfram's body trembling with pleasure as his warm breath tickled his fiance's sensitive skin, and he smiled to himself, his hand tracing the curves of Wolfram's body.
The sound of the door slamming open caused both fiancés to jump apart, breathing heavily and faces reddening. Greta, their small adopted daughter, flung herself at Yuuri, almost tackling him down.
"Yuuri!" she cried, tears in her eyes. Yuuri swallowed hard and patted her head, his mind clearing up from the lust filled fog.
"A-Ah, Greta! What's wrong?" he asked, and grinned sheepishly at an irritated Wolfram, tugging his night-gown down.
"I had a nightmare!" cried Greta, crying into his chest. "Can I sleep here with you?"
"Of course," Yuuri instantly replied, shooting Wolfram an apologetic look. "You can sleep here between us, so that no monster can get you."
Wolfram sighed before nodding, laying back down onto the bed and pulling the blankets up. Yuuri smiled to himself as he tucked the small girl into bed next to him, watching Wolfram's back in the corner of his eyes.
At least we both know what I really feel now. He thought, and lay down, closing his eyes.
Wolfram…
I love you.
A: So how was it? It was my first fic I ever wrote, so it's a little rushed! Please review! I might write a second chapter if you want me to!
The title was from a friend :P She accidentally thought I named it "My Lonesome" when I was saying that I was going to write a fanfic by my lonesome…so….haha, inside joke.