Fireplace Commune

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou or Dr. Seuss (this is going to be fun, childhood memories anyone?)

Epilogue

Yuuri bounced around his husband's slightly chubby stomach, "can I tell it a story please?"

"Yuuri, you already told it a story yesterday."

The king suddenly looked disappointed. "But…."

Wolfram, now 3 months pregnant, did not want to listen to yet another story about the Lorax who was a tree-hugger, or even the red and blue fish. It was childish and obnoxious, not to mention that the rhymes would get stuck in his head for eternity. "I think tonight it would rather sleep."

"But I want to be a good father…."

The queen sighed…he couldn't resist Yuuri for much longer. "Fine, but make it a short one. And no green eggs and ham!"

The king grinned and bounced off the bed scurrying over to a small chest he had of children's books. He had, since learning of his wife's pregnancy, become quite prepared for fatherhood. Well so he thought….but Wolfram was hardly giving him any chances to practice telling bed time stories.

Finally locating one that he hadn't read to his unborn child, he returned to the bed. Wolfram eyed the colored cover suspiciously. "Alright then, but for my sake you have to read it with your shirt off."

Yuuri looked confused, "why would I read it with my shirt off? My father never read me stories with his shirt off. Is that customary here?"

The blonde rolled his eyes, "no, but I need something to be interested in while your reading that story. And besides…I already have my clothes off, so you shouldn't feel uncomfortable about it."

Giving in, Yuuri removed his shirt. He knew what Wolfram intended to do, but that wouldn't stop him from reading to his child, or trying at least. "Will you at least let me reach the end of the story before you try and get my pants of?"

His queen smirked, "I'm not making any promises. Pregnant men get…urges." He gently touched his fingertips to Yuuri's abdomen. The king shivered.

"Alright then, 'Oh the Places You'll Go,' by Dr. Seuss-"

Wolfram interrupted, "it seems like that doctor spends a lot of time writing books…doesn't he have any patients to attend to?"

"I don't think he's a real doctor, Wolf…"

"Then who gives him permission to call himself a doctor?"

Yuuri sighed, "I don't know, Wolf, may I please continue with the story?"

Wolfram pouted and leaned in to kiss his husband's stomach, "Fine."

The king grinned and turned the page, "Congratulations, today is your day, you're off to Great Places, you're off and away." Wolfram had to admit that the rhyming was catchy. "You've got brains in your head, you have feet in your shoes," so at least the doctor had some ideas about the human anatomy, "You can steer yourself any direction you choose."

But, even with the catchy rhyming, Wolfram was quick to get impatient. Slyly he began to lick at Yuuri's belly button, swirling his tongue around the small cavern. Yuuri continued reading, attempting to ignore his wife's advances. "You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to g-go…" he jumped slightly as Wolfram's lips reached his nipple. This was going to be a lot harder.

"You're so good at telling stories, Yuuri," Wolfram teased as he proceeded to nip at the pink nub.

"Wolfram…," Yuuri groaned, half out of pleasure, and half out of frustration. His wife was insatiable. "I haven't even reached the third page!"

"I didn't say you had to stop," the blonde smirked, "I'm sure the baby is still listening."

"You are an evil…" Yuuri grumbled under his breath. The queen ignored the comment and leaned into the man's shoulder, if sensuality wouldn't achieve his goal…perhaps helplessness would. It was to try a more naughty trick, to use the king's weaknesses against him. "Yuuri…" he moaned, "It's so cold….warm me, please." Somehow in that moment his vibrant green eyes became the size of saucers. It was…alluring, that soft flaxen hair, the plush pink lips….

Yet even facing this dire obstacle, Yuuri trudged onward, he couldn't give up without a fight, Wolfram always got to win so easily. "If you're cold then use the blanket. Anyway, you'll look up and down streets, look 'em over with care and about some you will say-,"

Wolfram had had enough of waiting. "But Yuuri," he pouted, lying back against the large white pillows, "you're so much warmer…." He purposely rolled back his blonde head to reveal his pale throat, "….I need you." His hand fell feebly upon his husband's arm; he could be quite a convincing actor when it was truly necessary.

Yuuri's mouth hung slightly agape as his eyes absorbed the delicious bounty that was Wolfram. The perfect skin all the way to where the blanket hung dangerously low on the man's hips. The king could feel the blood quickly leaving his head for more intimate parts of his body as he pictured what lay in wait below that white fabric. Meanwhile, in his own mind Wolfram grinned maniacally, knowing he was on the verge of victory. Poor Yuuri was so innocent to the cruel ways of love and war.

"Take me please," Wolfram whispered, each word dripping with need and desire. Yuuri didn't stand a chance.

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Yuuri moaned in unison with his wife as he made the first thrust into Wolfram's body. It was this first movement which acted as the doorway to Shangri-la, which Yuuri had discovered laid deep within his lover.

With each buck of his hips he searched for it, seeking ways to allow Wolfram to feel the pleasure of that nirvana as he did. The blonde gritted his teeth at the initial pain, yet urged his king to go faster, harder. He wanted more. Weaving his fingers into Yuuri's hair, he muffled a groan against the man's mouth, parting his lips in the process, although timidly, Yuuri allowed Wolfram's tongue to explore his mouth.

Just then Yuuri struck that sacred spot within his lover. Wolfram's body began to tremble with the flaming sensations, pulling away from his husband's lips. "

Y-yuuri…again, harder….please"

The boy took that incentive thrust as hard against the small nub as he could manage. He began to ram inside his beloved again and again, increasing his speed as best he could. He could feel himself on the edge of utter bliss as Wolfram's pleasure became his own. They moved as one, the strength of their passion causing the bedposts to quiver and the headboard to rattle in a symphony alongside their escalating moans. "Wolframmm….ahh!"

Everything went white in their eyes as the came together, Wolfram's white seed coating Yuuri's stomach. Weakly the king collapsed atop his wife, unable to move his limbs. The blonde laughed softly, "still disappointed?"

The king echoed that weak amusement, "I have to say that was a much better climax."

Wolfram sighed, pressing kisses to Yuuri's scalp, "I certainly though so."

"Wolfram…."

"Yes?"

"The stories not quite finished yet….its missing its last line," his voice was fading as exhaustion tugged at his body.

"Which is?" The blonde's voice was unusually tender as he gazed at his husband lovingly.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Yuuri."

Silence followed, save for the beating of Wolfram's heart, the soft beat that lulled Yuuri gently into sleep. As his eyes slipped closed for the final time that night, he was in harmony. Everything was perfect the way it was.

As he felt his husband drift off, the queen smiled with contentment. He finally had the life he had dreamed of, his very own happy ending.

The End