I Want To See Your Smile
By: moonlightstar12
Warning: Yaoi! Yuuram! And definitely OOC!
Summary: One day, Yuuri does something he never did before and he earned something else that he never received before. Yuuri wants it all the time. Yuuram!
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"Yuuri?" Wolfram said after a while of Yuuri staring at him with that weird smile on his face. It was making him nervous.
Yuuri broke out of his trance with a shake of his head. "Whoa…Wolf?" Yuuri asked. Wolfram blinked at the sudden name change but answered,
"Yeah? What is it?" Wolfram asked.
"…" Yuuri didn't say anything, just stared at Wolfram. Wolfram blushed lightly at being observed so intensely and his bratty side was kicking in.
"Yuuri!" he said as loud as he could without making his voice audible to anyone outside the room. "Quit staring at me!"
"…What?" Yuuri didn't even realize he was staring. He was still in slight awe about what had just happened, so he wasn't really paying full attention to Wolfram.
Wolfram growled and took the pillow from behind him. "Wimp!" he said, and smacked Yuuri upside the head with the pillow. Yuuri cringed and fell backwards, unintentionally hitting his head on the headboard of the bed.
Yuuri hissed in pain and his hand shot up to the sore spot on the back of his head. Wolfram had Yuuri's hand off the spot and replaced it with his lap in a second, forcing the double-black to lie down. "Sorry." Wolfram mumbled.
"No…it's not your fault…Wolf," Yuuri said slowly. He tried to sit up but was pushed back down by Wolfram.
"Don't do that!" he snapped. "I'll get Gisela." He slipped Yuuri's head gently off his lap and onto the pillow. He climbed gingerly out of the bed and left the room, barely making a sound.
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Yuuri had to sit in his and Wolfram's room for a while before Wolfram came back, followed by a grumpy and half-asleep Gisela. Yuuri didn't blame her; it was 3 AM.
"Um…Heika…What's wrong?" she mumbled.
"He hit his head on the headboard," Wolfram replied for Yuuri. Yuuri pouted at Wolfram and gave a look that said 'I-could-have-done-that'. Wolfram shrugged.
Gisela was fully awake in a millisecond and by Yuuri's side even quicker. "How hard did you hit it? Are you bleeding? Does it hurt?" she asked rapidly as she lifted Yuuri's head up to look for blood.
Yuuri grinned sheepishly. "Ah…No it's not bleeding but it does hurt a little," Yuuri explained. "Ah! W-Wait! No!" he said as he waved his hands in self-defense towards Gisela, who was starting to move to drag him out of the bed. She stopped mid-way and looked at Yuuri.
"You said it hurts so I need to bring you to the infirmary so I can get you something to help," she explained.
"No, it doesn't hurt that bad!" Yuuri said quickly. "I didn't even hit it that hard!"
Gisela looked as if she didn't believe him. She sighed and said, "Alright. As you wish, Heika." Then she got that general-like look on her face. "But you're going to let me examine it when we all wake up," she said, her voice leaving no room for arguments.
Yuuri sweat dropped and said, "Y-Yes ma'am."
Gisela shot him a happy expression and then she did a quick 360 if the room. "Um…Heika, excuse me for asking but, why are all these candles lit this early in the morning?" she asked.
Yuuri blushed and looked away, and saw Wolfram tense behind Gisela. Gisela noticed the sudden tension in the air and looked at Yuuri. "Oh, it's alright if you don't want to tell me," she said and then winked at Yuuri. "You two must have been doing something too personal for me to know about," she said, smirk evident in her voice.
Gisela chuckled to herself as she saw Yuuri go beet red and a pretty blush appear on Wolfram's face. She excused herself from the room as Yuuri stuttered and stammered, trying to think of another reason and failing miserably.
"Wimp," Wolfram muttered as he climbed back into the bed and lay with his back facing the double-black.
Yuuri was confused again. What had he done now? "Wolf?" he asked.
Wolfram didn't answer. He just sat up and swept his hand across the room, extinguishing the flames from the candles until the room was completely black again. "Goodnight Yuuri," he said simply and plopped back on the bed, bringing the covers with him.
"Wolf?" Yuuri tried again and shook the blond's shoulders lightly. No response.
"Woooolllffff?" Yuuri sang and shook him even harder. This earned a muffled groan and a "Go away."
Yuuri stopped for a second. 'Maybe this'll wake him up.' Yuuri thought and blew his breath behind Wolfram's ear. The blond jumped and turned to Yuuri. Yuuri grinned at him.
"Hi Wolf," he said and Wolfram glared.
"Leave me alone, wimp," Wolfram said.
"Don't call me a wimp," Yuuri replied. Wolfram continued to glare.
"But you are. If you can't even admit what you did then it's almost like you never did it," Wolfram explained and then looked haughty. "I mean, I'm your fiancé. You shouldn't be ashamed of what you do with me."
Yuuri blushed again and looked away from Wolfram. "I'm sorry," he mumbled and looked at the ground, looking very much like a kicked puppy. Wolfram glared for a second before an exhausted look spread on his face.
"You wimp. I can't stay mad at you when you do that," he sighed. Yuri didn't seem to hear him.
Wolfram glared again. "Yuuri! Quit doing something so undignified! You're the King!" he said and Yuuri shot straight up.
Yuuri stuttered a quick apology and lay back down. Wolfram 'hmph'ed and lay down as well. After a few minutes of lying like that, Wolfram became uncomfortable and shifted around. Yuuri, who still hadn't fallen asleep yet, tried to stay in one place, since he didn't want to wake up on the floor.
Wolfram didn't notice this at all and continued shifting until he decided that the spot he was laying in was the problem. So he scooted over.
Yuuri didn't want the blond to sleep that close to him for two reasons. A) Yuuri was still getting used to the idea that he was supposed to affectionate to the fire-wielder; sleeping like that was too much for him at the time. B) Wolfram was such a horrible sleeper that Yuuri was afraid he'd roll over and end up dragging both himself and Yuuri with them to the floor.
Yuuri scooted farther back.
Wolfram, who had fallen asleep awhile ago, sensed the shift in the mattress and scooted closer to Yuuri again. Even in his sleep, he wanted to be as close to Yuuri as possible.
Yuuri inwardly groaned and scooted back a little farther but was followed again by Wolfram. They continued that little cycle until Yuuri was on the edge of the bed and Wolfram was just as close. The covers had been moving with them.
"Wolf?" Yuuri whispered, not expecting an answer. He didn't get one. Wolfram scooted a little closer and Yuuri scooted back one more time.
THUD! SWISH! THUD! A pause. "OW!"
As Yuuri scooted back that last time, he ended up unknowingly falling off the bed. The covers went along with him and ended up dragging Wolfram along. Wolfram fell right on top of Yuuri's chest and stomach, temporarily knocking the breath out of him. As soon as he got it back, "Ow!"
Slamming doors and yells were heard all over the castle no more than five seconds later.
"Heika!"
"Yuuri!"
Several different voices all exploded in the room as Conrad, Gwendal, Günter, Greta, and Gisela all appeared through the carelessly thrown open door.
Wolfram, who had woken up when he fell on Yuuri, and Yuuri both looked up at the others from the floor. Almost immediately, Günter was in tears.
"Oh Heika! What has happened here? Wolfram is doing something-" Günter didn't get to finish as he burst into a nosebleed and hit the floor. Conrad, Gwendal, Greta, and Gisela glanced at him before turning back to the Royal Couple.
Conrad smiled to himself. "Oh, um…Sorry, Heika and Wolfram. We thought you were in trouble. If we would have known you weren't, we wouldn't have interrupted your…um…" Conrad trailed off, not knowing what else to say and walked over to Greta.
Greta looked up at Conrad. "What are Papa Wolf and Papa Yuuri doing?" she asked innocently. As old as she was, she still didn't know. But that was probably due to no one telling her; or even trying, except for Cheri, who had wanted to explain it so Greta would go on a 'free love' trip with her. Why Cheri thought that telling her make her come, no one knew.
Conrad flushed. "…Um…We'll tell you when you're older," he said quickly.
Wolfram looked astonished. "What are you all talking abo-" he started to say before he looked down at Yuuri.
The two of them had fallen into a rather…compromising position, with Yuuri on the floor, Wolfram on top, both of them wrapped deeply in the covers, and their bodies were pressed together extremely close.
Wolfram and Yuuri flushed deeply and tried several times to get apart from each other but only succeeded in getting themselves further tangled up.
Wolfram looked away from everyone else, his face flaming with shame and embarrassment. He was shamed that Gwendal had seen him in such a state, him being weak. Wolfram bit his lip and looked up at Conrad. "Help us, please, Conrad," he said, just loud enough for Conrad to hear. Conrad blinked at the poor boy but then smiled tenderly.
"As you wish, Wolfram," he said and strode over to the two.
After a minute of pulling and shifting, Conrad had finally gotten Wolfram and Yuuri free. Wolfram was still a faint pink color and he refused to look at Gwendal. "Thank you…Conrad," he said, hesitant to say his half-brother's name loud enough for someone else other than himself and Conrad to hear.
Conrad just smiled and nodded. "You're very welcome Wolfram," he said, smile still in place. Wolfram looked away and huffed.
"Are you two alright though? Despite that little incident there, you two hit the floor loud enough for me to hear it and I don't live anywhere near this room," Gisela said.
Wolfram and Yuuri nodded at the same time, "Yeah. We're fine," they said in unison. They looked at each other weirdly before turning back to the uninvited guests.
Gisela sighed in relief. "Oh, that's good," she direction her attention to Yuuri. "This is your second time getting hurt today and it's not even sunrise yet." She went in general-mode. "Try not to do it again."
Yuuri back up slightly and raised his hands in front of him in defense. "I-I will."
"I'll make sure of that," Wolfram added. Yuri pouted at him and then turned to Gisela again.
She smiled. "Okay, you'd better stay loyal to your words," she said sweetly and turned to leave the room. Yuuri sweat dropped.
"Since everything seems to be fine, I'll leave now," Gwendal said and spun on his heels. He stalked out of the room, but not before waking the still unconscious Günter up and dragging him out with him. Günter was yelling for his heika the whole way through.
As the duo left and closed the door behind them Conrad gave Yuuri a stern look. "Your second time getting hurt?" Conrad echoed Gisela's earlier statement. Yuuri nodded.
"Me and Wolfram were…" he thought for a word to describe what they were doing. He didn't know himself. "…playing and I hit my head on the headboard," Yuuri explained. Conrad's expression didn't change but he nodded to show he was satisfied with that response.
"Okay then," he said and smiled down at Greta. "Come on Greta. You need to go back to bed."
"Can I stay in here with Papa Wolf and Papa Yuuri tonight?" she asked Conrad. Conrad looked towards Yuuri and Wolfram.
Yuuri kneeled in front of Greta. "Of course you can. Right Wolfram?" Yuuri asked.
Wolfram smiled warmly at his and Yuuri's adopted-daughter. "Yes, you may," he said.
Greta grinned and hugged Conrad goodnight. She ran and opened the door for him as he turned to leave. "Goodnight Conrad!" she said.
"Goodnight Greta," Conrad replied and left the room. Greta beamed and then strolled back over to Wolfram and Yuuri.
All three of them helped to remake the bed again, so it would be fit to sleep in. Wolfram climbed in on one side after they were done, Greta crawled into the middle, and Yuuri got on the other side of Greta.
Greta snuggled in closer to Yuuri, burying her face in his chest. Neither Wolfram nor Yuuri were surprised by this; Yuuri had been the more affectionate one so it was obvious she'd go to him for stuff like that. Yuuri wrapped his arms around the teenager. It'd been years since Greta had slept with him and Wolfram. She did it a lot back then, but since she grew up, she started to do it less frequently until she completely stopped. So Yuuri was glad to have his daughter back.
Wolfram watched sadly from his side of the bed. Even though Yuuri had been better with affection towards Greta than he had didn't mean he didn't want to be with his daughter.
They ended up falling asleep like that but the sleep didn't last long.
At 3:30 AM, Greta was shivering. Yuuri woke up when he felt it and Wolfram had never fallen asleep.
"Greta?" Yuuri whispered. Greta didn't answer; she was out cold asleep. Except for the mumbling at least.
Yuuri didn't know that she talked in her sleep. But there she was, mumbling "Cold" over and over again. "I think she's cold," Yuuri said unnecessarily.
Wolfram felt the urge to smack his fiancé but didn't, since he'd probably wake Greta up. "Whatever gave you that idea, wimp?" he said snidely. Yuuri glared and looked back down at Greta, who was mumbling again.
"Papa…Cold…" she mumbled and shivered again. Yuuri took a guess at what she was saying and beckoned Wolfram over. He still didn't want Wolfram lying too close to him—and he would make himself forget about the earlier incident—but Greta wanted Wolfram too.
Wolfram scooted closer until he was close enough to Greta to almost feel her heartbeat. Greta immediately stopped shivering and sighed in her sleep. Wolfram vaguely wondered what she was dreaming about.
The three of them were sandwiched together so closely that Yuuri could reach all the way around Greta and circle his arms around Wolfram if he wanted to. Wolfram was likewise if he wanted to do so to Yuuri. Which, of course, he did, but he wanted Yuuri to do it.
Yuuri, on the other hand, was lost in thought. He was trying to figure out what had made Wolfram so happy then. Surely it wasn't because he was hugging Wolfram and stuff? Yuuri mentally shook his head at that. He'd hugged Wolfram before but it never got that reaction. Actually, Wolfram would always go so stiff when Yuuri accidentally or incidentally did things like that, so Yuuri always assumed that was actually something he didn't want.
Yuuri was stumped. He couldn't think of anything else he could have done that would have made the blond so happy. He would have to figure it out.
Wolfram watched the distant look on Yuuri's face for awhile before he just assumed that he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. There was no telling with that wimp; he was always doing new things. So Wolfram went to sleep as well, unknown to him though, was that a certain double-black's dreams were filled with golden blond hair and emerald green eyes.
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Wolfram woke up to find out that Greta was just as bad a sleeper as he was. He saw that he himself was suspended upside down, half his body on the bed and half hanging lazily onto the floor, while Greta was upside down, barely on the bed, and her foot was on Wolfram's thigh.
He groggily pulled himself up and then pulled Greta upright onto the bed, careful not to wake the princess up. He wasn't even surprised that Yuuri wasn't in the room. He'd left to go running with Conrad, like every morning.
There was a soft rapping on the door and Effe's voice came through the door. "Lord von Bielefeld? I need to clean up in there," she called tentatively.
"Okay!" Wolfram answered and moved over to Greta's side. He lightly tapped the girl on her cheek and she blinked awake.
"Papa Wolf?" she asked groggily. Princess Greta was known to not be an early riser.
"Yes, Greta?" Wolfram responded. Greta smiled, shook her head, and sat up on the bed.
"Nothing Papa," she said and stood to her feet.
"You should get one of the maids to help you with your hair," Wolfram suggested as he looked at the napped up mess Greta's hair had become over night. Greta grinned sheepishly and nodded again. Wolfram instantly knew where she got that from.
"You need to stop hanging out with Yuuri so much. Even if he is your other father, his wimpiness is getting to you," he said, half-smirking. Greta laughed, ran over and hugged her father.
"So I'm becoming a wimp?" she said jokingly. "Well you'll just have to teach me how to be non-wimpish," she declared playfully. Wolfram grinned, joining in.
"How To Not Be A Wimp 101, huh?" he said and Greta giggled. "Alright then, Greta. Your first class is tomorrow," he said. Greta's giggling was contagious and soon Wolfram found himself laughing alongside his daughter.
They kept on laughing too, until another, sharper rap on the door stopped them. At least, it stopped Wolfram. "Wolfram! Come out here! Effe and the other maids need to clean!" announced Anissina. Wolfram could practically hear the smirk in her voice when she said, "Plus, I have an invention I want you and Yuuri-heika's help with!"
Wolfram paled and looked around for a hiding spot. Not seeing any good ones he could fit in, he lamely hid on the other side of the bed. He mouthed to Greta, "Tell her I'm not in here!" Greta nodded and repeated what Wolfram said to Anissina.
There was a pause. "Oh really," came Anissina's voice after the pause was over. "Let me just take a look then," she said and pushed open the door. Wolfram cursed to himself and slid further back into the corner, hoping to blend in. He should of known he'd have no such luck with his pale skin, bright blond hair and green eyes, and he was wearing his pink nightgown so he stuck out like a sore-thumb in the dark corner.
"You liar, Wolfram," Anissina said as she stared down at the fire-wielder. She leaned down and grabbed his arm. "Come on now Wolfram," she said as she started to drag him out of the room. Wolfram sent a 'help' look to his daughter and she just grinned and shrugged. Traitor.
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Wolfram dragged all the way across the castle to Anissina's lab. Some of the guards stared at him, finding it weird that Wolfram would go anywhere wearing his frilly, oink nightgown. Wolfram vaguely noticed his newest recruit, Deveron, staring at him as he guarded some random room that Wolfram had never been in. Deveron's face was flushed pink as he stared at his commanding-officer. Wolfram felt his cheeks heat up from the attention and looked away, avoiding the eyes of every last living thing as he stumbled, trying to catch up with Anissina's long strides while being dragged.
Anissina finally stopped when they reached the big doors that led to her lab. She swung them open and Wolfram looked inside.
Aside from the massive piles of machines and gears and bolts and things, more slightly smaller piles of Anissina's failed inventions, and every other space filled with different inventions blinked and turning and doing everything else, the only things in the room was Yuuri and Conrad.
Yuuri was sitting in a small, wooden chair and was looking around nervously while Conrad watched from a spot on the wall. How he managed to get way over there when there was a sea of machines in that general area was beyond Wolfram.
Anissina pointed to the equally small, wooden chair next to Yuuri's. "Please sit over there, Wolfram," she said and let go of Wolfram's arm. He stumbled slightly at the sudden imbalance of force but he quickly caught himself and sat down in the chair that Anissina pointed at. He straightened out the gown and then made sure his legs were closed tightly.
"Why couldn't you have gotten Gwendal to do this? Or Günter?" Wolfram asked. He didn't want to get blown up first thing in the morning.
"Because this invention was specially designed for you two. Greta helped me build it," Anissina explained and Wolfram remembered seeing Greta in here yesterday. He should have asked her about that.
"Greta helped make it? So it can't be that bad," Yuuri reasoned, trying to convince himself and Wolfram more than anyone else.
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A/N: Hello! It's the second chapter! Whee! I cut it off where it ended right there because I didn't want the chapter to be too long. Sorry.
Anyway, thanks to XZanayu, gmaer987, and eclst for reviewing! I love it when I get reviews! Thank you!
XZanayu: I'm happy you liked it!
Gmaer987: Whoa, such a long review! Thanks for writing something that long and reassuring me they were in character…most of the time anyways! Did this seem like a one-shot? Oops…I'm sorry if it did, but Ii suck at writing one-shots; all my stories have or will have more than one-chapter. I hope you like this chapter, even though Deveron doesn't know about what happened yet. But he does appear!
eclst: thank you! Did it get better? I hope it did! And here's my update!