Kyou Kara Maou
Title: Memories
By: TGyamiBakura
Rating: PG for now and NC-17 in later chapters...maybe...it could just be M
Pairings: Yuuram, Yorad, Gündal,
Warnings: Yaoi, lemons later, angst, possible spoilers
You know, I really REALLY like this story…I hope that I continue it hehehehehehehe. You people seem to really like it too. WOW IT'S BEEN FOREVER… I appreciate those of you that have reviewed. It makes me really happy. I wonder what will happen in this chapter…will it be something dirrttty? Guess you'll just have to find out.
Ch. 3 Bathtime Adventures
Wolfram awoke the next day in the strangest position, and when I say strange, I mean strange. His head was shoved into the king's armpit and his leg was somehow on the other side of his head and his fingers were shoved up Yuuri's nose.
"Um… Yuuri? Why are we like this?" Yuuri stirred, realizing that he was having trouble breathing because of the digits in his nostrils. He coughed and Wolfram pulled them out, trying his hardest to get into a normal sitting position. Yuuri giggled.
"You still do this…" He muttered almost inaudibly. Wolfram frowned.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Yuuri chuckled harder. "Stop that laughing this instant! I demand to know!" Yuuri put his arms around Wolfram without realizing his actions. He was so relieved that Wolfram was still the same old Wolfram even after such a terrible accident. It was the Wolfram that he preferred, the one that he could definitely fall in love with.
"…Y…Yuuri?" Yuuri blushed finally coming back to earth, fully realizing what he was doing. He let go quickly and looked away. There was no way that he just thought of loving Wolfram like that! He shook his head and slowly got out of bed.
Wolfram was blushing very adequately at the moment. He wasn't expecting such a warm embrace from someone he had just met yesterday. But it must have been quite normal for them if they were really engaged. It didn't change the fact that Wolfram felt somehow very content with the kings arms around him like that. Wolfram was ashamed of himself. To feel that way towards somebody and hardly even knowing them was unthinkable. This boy made him feel in ways that he would never dream of feeling.
The prince got up and watched as Yuuri picked out his attire for the day. It was the same as yesterday which made Wolfram realize that it was his regular uniform. It was a black button up blazer with gold snaps and black pants. Sort of plain but it looked simply dazzling on the king. Wolfram twitched. He had to stop thinking this way. It was bound to get him into trouble later. Yuuri looked back at him quizzically until Wolfram realized that he was gawking like a brilliant fool. He flushed and had every intent on imitating Yuuri, until he realized that he had no idea where his clothes were.
Yuuri seemed to notice Wolfram's predicament and smiled gently. "Your clothes are in the closet with mine, Wolfram. You completely moved yourself into my room…against my better judgement…" He muttered the last part.
"What was that you pervert?" Yuuri couldn't see how any of that last part implied at all that he was a pervert. But he decided not to comment on it, to keep the peace anyways. Wolfram's fiery persona was what made him wolfram anyways. He couldn't try to challenge it. But he could play with it :evil Yuuri-ish smirk:
"Well, get dressed quickly and make me breakfast like the good fiancé you are…"
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:Terribly sorry but due to the graphic nature of this content, we conclude that this fanfiction may not be suitable for viewers under the age of 18. We are terribly sorry for the inconvenience – Love TG:
"Now who's the woman? Eh your majesty? Do we have to go over this again? Well?" Yuuri shook his head for he was unable to speak at the moment, or move for that matter. He was tied up and gagged on the bed at the mercy of Wolfram, who was on top of him ceaselessly sparking his nose with fire every five seconds. The livid blonde took out the gag and looked straight into Yuuri's dark eyes with his blazing green ones. "Let's get this straight. You may be the king, and I may be your fiancé, but there is no way in hell that I'm going to comply with any rude comments and demands from you! Do you understand?" Yuuri nodded.
"How about trim my toenails?"
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
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About five hours later Yuuri stumbled out of the bedroom, his nose throbbing painfully and his entire body numb. Wolfram strolled happily past him, seemingly able to get his point across. Yuuri regretted toying with Wolfram's unrelenting anger but had to admit that it was funny getting a rise out of him. He definitely liked using his engagement for his own sadistic (or masochistic however you want to look at it) pleasures.
But getting back to the plot of the story, Yuuri had to find a way to get back Wolfram's memories. He wasn't going to allow Wolfram to permanently forget all of the wonderful adventures they had together. He remembered the night before the whole incident. He had slept so close to wolfram (under extenuating circumstances by the way) he felt somewhat secure. He knew that Wolfram was always there to keep him safe no matter what. He knew that, with Wolfram, it was okay to let his guard down once in a while because he would always be there to protect him.
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Later that day, after the daily baseball practice, Yuuri decided to go take a nice soothing bath. Ulrike made it clear that there would be no surprise trips to the other world for a while because as of now it was daylight saving's time on earth and it would be extremely dangerous to travel at the time.
He ran the bathwater and took off his sweaty uniform, exposing his glowing skin that was hot from exercise. He carefully stepped into the steamy water gasping at contact. The hot water engulfed his body, relaxing him from head to toe. He sighed as he basked, not realizing that someone had entered and was watching from afar.
Wolfram, careful not to expose himself, he carefully hid behind a pillar. He was looking for Yuuri, but in a moment of sheer and utter stupidity forgot that there's only a small amount of things one can do in a bathroom. All of which require solitary performance. He blushed at the sight of Yuuri's naked flesh. Although he felt a bit guilty spying on him, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
He furrowed his brow, self conscious at the fact that this supposed king was much more beautiful than he was. He stood there quietly fuming as Yuuri finished his bath. He took a step back and slipped on a small patch of wet floor. "Ah!" He covered his mouth, praying to god that Yuuri hadn't heard that. What in the hell? How can it be wet over here?
Wolfram was out of luck because Yuuri had heard him, but didn't say anything or make any notion that he did. The Maou was a bit mad that Wolfram was invading his privacy in every way, but was starting not to care all that much anymore. It was sort of cute.
And when he says cute he means in a totally non-homosexual way. (TG: yes…you keep telling yourself that Yuuri)
Yuuri was interested in this predicament. He knew it was bold but he would go through with it. He slowly stepped out of the bath, careful to make his movements very sensual. He knew exactly where Wolfram was hiding and could see him watching his every move intently. He smirked (his evil Yuuri-ish smirk), and slowly brushed his nipples with his fingertips. Surprised that this was turning even Yuuri, himself on, he hesitated, it was getting dangerous. No. He had to do this. Why he had to do this? He had no idea. Maybe it was to find out some things about himself as well as Wolfram.
"Ah…"He circled them, feeling them get hard. It felt really good. He pinched them and gasped, feeling wolfram creep into his mind. What if it was Wolfram doing this to him? The thought sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. He let out a low moan. He felt Wolfram's eyes watching his every move. He traced his fingertips along his wet torso. His heart rate was picking up, his member was becoming erect. Why did he feel this way? He felt like he wanted wolfram to be doing these things to him. It was way too dangerous. He stopped and quickly grabbed his towel, blushing furiously. He put on his clothes and hastily left, careful not to notice Wolfram at all costs.
Wolfram stood frozen at the pillar that he was taking refuge at. He was blushing madly. Yuuri's little display was eating away at his mind. Wolfram felt like a middle-aged pervert. He was flustered and aroused and it was all the kings doing. How was he supposed to react from now on? Like he'd never seen that? Damn Yuuri for being so amazingly sexy.
Yuuri collapsed somewhere miles away from the bathroom. He had been able to will his growing erection away, but he couldn't get it out of his mind. It certainly was entirely normal to be having sexual fantasies of wolfram rubbing his nipples wasn't it? He sighed. There was no hiding it anymore. He was attracted to Wolfram and there was nothing he could do about it. But he wasn't going to call himself gay yet. No he wasn't ready for it. But he would call this being "Wolfram-sexual" Yes. That explains everything.
It wasn't his fault that he got off on Wolfram's pale, creamy skin, or his deep emerald eyes. No. Any man with any sense at all would see that there was no way that one could not be attracted to him. Yuuri decided that it was perfectly normal. And that he would no longer think differently about it. He wondered what Wolfram thought about his little display in the bathroom. It would, on the other hand, suck drastically if Wolfram didn't think the same way about him. It's not like Yuuri was admitting that he was in love with him (not yet anyways, there's still time!), but at least he would know that if he ever did, that it wouldn't be one-sided. Now he had something new to worry about. Yay for Shibuya!
End. Ch 3
Okay sorry to leave it like this but I can't think of anything else to right at the moment. I just hope that my writers' block isn't as extreme as it was before. But anyways. Sorry it was short and sort of half-assed. But you did get some male action ne? Love to all fans! REVIEW FOR ME PLEASE!
Oh and sorry if I stole the term "Wolfram-sexual" It's not mine but I deeply and utterly respect the author that created it! Because it's the only word that I can use to describe it. So cookies to you!