Title: A Night of Memories
Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Language, humor, sap/fluff, lemon, unbeta’d
Summary: After much hesitation and worries, Yuuri finally makes the
first move.
Notes: Part 3 of the 'Jagged Diamonds' universe.
His held his breath as the heavy footsteps came up the stairs, sat up quickly
and tiptoed to the door as he heard the unmistakable click of his older
brother’s door being opened. He poked his head out slowly and was just in time
to see Shouri disappear into his bedroom.
All right, Yuuri. It’s now or never.
He took a step outside, only to run back into his bedroom with hands slapped
over his heated cheeks. Just what in the world was he thinking?! How could he
possibly walk up to Shouri and ask him about something so embarrassing? What
did he plan to say exactly?
‘Oh, eh…I just wanted to know if you could tell me about the rudiments of
sex, Shouri-niichan. I’ve always been curious especially when it comes to guys,
so help a brother out, will you?’
Yeah, right. Not only would Shouri think he was mad, Yuuri was sure his
sometimes sadistic older brother would have a field day teasing him about it
mercilessly.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,” he muttered to himself as he sank to the floor in
discouragement. There was no way he was going to ask Shouri. Asking his parents
was completely out of the question and although talking to Murata had crossed
his mind earlier in the day, Yuuri had quickly scratched that out as well.
There was simply no way he could tell his best friend about this. Murata would
laugh himself to death, come back from the dead and continue to laugh in
his face. That, Yuuri could do without.
“And besides, I’ll bet he hasn’t done it either,” Yuuri said out loud, feeling
a bit better that he wasn’t the only virgin left in the city. He was sure
Murata wasn’t going to get any anytime soon, so there was still hope for a guy
like him. Only problem was…
“I’m planning to do this with a guy,” he said with a sigh, while plucking the
hem of his pajamas bottom – a nervous habit he was beginning to cultivate
unconsciously. Speaking of the guy he planned to have this with, he wondered if
Wolfram was having a goodnight’s rest. He would bet the blond was currently
snoozing away in his bed with no care for the war that was currently raging in
this partner’s head.
Meanwhile,
“Achoo!”
“You okay, Wolfram?” Conrad asked with concern as he stuck his head into his
brother’s bedroom. “You’re not coming down with a cold, are you?”
Wolfram shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate on his homework. “I’m
fine. Someone must be talking about me somewhere.”
“In that case, you’d be sneezing all the time,” Conrad began jovially and
promptly fell silent at the glare he received. Realizing he wasn’t needed (or
his jokes for that matter), he coughed and let himself out as quietly as he had
arrived.
Wolfram waited for the click of his door being shut before flopping on the desk
with a groan. Just what was wrong with him? Ever since the day that stupid Ken
Murata had brought up the topic of ‘making-out’ with Yuuri, it’s been stuck in
his mind like a broken record. He bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood,
knowing that such illicit thoughts hadn’t just crossed his mind. In fact,
hadn’t he had them when those other spirits within them had been active?
He got off the bed and flopped on it, an arm over his eyes as he tried to make
himself think of anything but that. However, they just wouldn’t stop. They had
almost done it in the hospital room, but the end results had been a bit
embarrassing. Neither of them had been able to hold on for too long and had
come too fast. It had been a messy, humiliating affair that Wolfram didn’t want
to repeat.
Liar, a tiny voice inside of him cried out causing him to blush darkly. You
know you want to do so much more than just necking and stealing kisses here and
there.
“Shut up,” he whispered fiercely into the pillow. Was it the soldier talking
within him? Or some newly created perverted mind of his?
It’s okay to admit the truth, Wolfram, that persistent voice continued
mercilessly. Just admit that you want him in that way…
“But I’m not ready!” he admitted harshly. “I mean, yes, I do think about it
but…but…I’ll be too nervous to do a thing and I’ll be…”
Then don’t you think you should be practicing…
“Practice? How the hell do I practice making out with myself…and I don’t mean
the masturbation thing either.”
Then why don’t you ask Conrad?
“Conrad?!” He promptly slapped a hand over his mouth, his face now as red as a
tomato. There was no way in hell he was going to ask his older brother about
something like this. He was sure that Conrad had lots of experience in matters
like these, but the very idea of walking up him and asking about –
“Never,” he said stubbornly, curling in a fetal position and shutting his eyes
tightly. He would figure this out on his own eventually. I mean, how hard could
it be to walk into a bookstore or a video store to learn about sex…with guys?
Only problem was, he’d have to find a good porn shop around the city where no
one would recognize him.
How hard could it possibly be?
He ended up sleeping by the door after all and woke up with a killer neck ache
and a disgruntled disposition. He mumbled his greetings to his parents as he
wolfed down breakfast. All too soon, he was wobbling down the street on his
bicycle, yawning and wishing he could be on his soft, comfy…
“Morning, grumpy!” came the jovial greeting that was followed by a slap on his
shoulders, which all but toppled him to the ground.
“Murata!” Yuuri yelled in agitation, straightening out his bike and hoping he
hadn’t broken a chain. Murata was going to have to pay if that happened.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“You are looking at a new man, my friend,” the bespectacled boy said with a
grin wide enough to split his face in two.
“Sure, sure, you’re always a new man every day,” Yuuri sulked, still trying to
adjust his bike.
“No, no, you don’t understand. I’m a new man. M-A-N. Man.” A gleam went
off the glasses and Yuuri blinked as his words finally sunk in.
“No way!”
“Way.” Murata smirked and wiped his glasses with deliberate slowness before
slipping them back on. “And I even have a souvenir to prove it.” He reached
into his school bag, and leaning closer to Yuuri, showed him the small notepad
to a Love Hotel which had some scribbling on it and a lipstick mark beside it.
“Her name was Asuko…”
“The temple maiden?!” Yuuri screeched only to have a hand slapped over his
mouth.
“Shsssh! Not the temple maiden!” Murata hissed sharply. “Asuko is a friend of
Hanamura…the temple maiden. Anyway, we got introduced on that date I told you
about last week and somehow, she took a fancy to me – can’t imagine why not –
and one thing led to another and--”
“You’re lying,” Yuuri interrupted with a frown, although his mind was racing as
he began to walk towards class with Murata hot on his heels. There was no way
Murata could have made out with someone before him. Was he the only virgin left
in the city now?!
“I’m not,” Murata defended with a wave of his hands. He placed them on Yuuri’s
shoulders forcing his friend to stop. “Look at me, Shibuya. Would I lie to you
about something like this?”
“Then why are you telling me about it?”
“Because it’s a conquest! Con-quest. I have a right to brag about it. You would
too…well…when you eventually get around to it.”
“Get lost,” Yuuri grumbled over Murata’s laughter. He shrugged off his friend’s
hands and stalked into class with a feeling of gloom over his head. He didn’t
know if Murata was still pulling his leg or not, but what Yuuri did know was
that he was feeling incredibly jealous of his friend’s good fortune. Why
couldn’t things be that easy for him?
The troubling thoughts remained with him as the rode back home after school.
Murata, who was now a part of the Student Council, had some meetings to deal
with, and Yuuri was very grateful to have some time to think over what he
planned to do.
Should he call Wolfram and invite him over for to his house or to a love hotel?
Good grief! Would Wolfram even want to go to a hotel for something like that?
Yuuri was sure he’d either get punched or strangled or choked or…
“Shibuya?”
Yuuri screeched to a halt at the familiar voice and turned around quickly with
a smile on his face. Sure enough the blond baseball player was standing in
front of a coffee shop, waving at him frantically from across the street.
Another familiar figure walked out to stand beside him and Yuuri’s smile
widened as he recognized Yoichiro. What were those two doing here?
“Hi guys!” he greeted, allowing his hand to be pumped enthusiastically.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Yuuri after all this time,” Keiichi greeted with a
laugh, playfully ruffling Yuuri’s hair. “Want to join us for a quick bite?
Yoichiro’s buying.”
The dark-haired boy looked surprised at the sudden turn of events and glared at
his companion. He shook his head before turning to an amused Yuuri. “Sure. My
treat. Come on in. I’ve got a table for us and from the look of things, you
seem to have a lot on your mind.”
“That obvious, huh?” Yuuri muttered in embarrassment as he allowed himself to
be led into the relatively quiet café.
“Your face is an open book, Yuuri,” Keiichi said with a wink. “It’s always a
pleasure to read. So why don’t you tell big brothers Keiichi and Yoichiro about
your problems, hmm? I’m sure we’ll be more than happy to help.”
Yuuri looked into the curious pairs of eyes trained at him and knew that he had
finally found the people to help him with his dilemma. Taking a deep breath and
reaching for the salt-shaker (he had to keep his hands busy or he’d be
twiddling them constantly), he began to talk.
Wolfram felt ridiculous. The black wig and sunglasses he wore made him look
like a stalker or worse. It was itchy and quite uncomfortable. He stared at the
waiting street before him and swallowed tightly, wishing he could jump back
into the bus that had dropped him off here. Although it was still early in the
evening, many of the buildings had their neon lights flashing – ‘Love Hotel’
seemed to be the predominant signs here. In between them were shops that sold
items that were most likely to either get you in the mood for a good time or
probably kill you (this in reference to the BDSM shop he walked past.) Wolfram
had never seen so many chains, whips and leather products in his life. Did
people actually like being in pain while having sex? He shuddered and wondered
if Yuuri was into pain. Oh God.
“Hello, handsome,” someone crooned next to him and Wolfram almost gave a yelp
of surprise as the overly made-up face smiled at him. “Wanna taste of me?”
“Eh…no…no thanks,” the boy replied quickly as quickened his steps.
“How about me, beautiful?” Another one cried out, causing Wolfram to stumble
backwards and the face cap he had placed on his head, to fall to the ground.
“No, it’s my turn,” a girl, who didn’t look any older than eighteen screeched
as she shoved the older woman away. “You took my customer last night. It’s my
turn now!”
“Bitch! It’s mine! You had that businessman the other day and it’s my turn!”
Slinking away from the scene, Wolfram turned and began to run away blindly. He
felt something hot burning within his eyes and he realized he was this close to
breaking down in tears. What in the world had made him come here? Was he so
desperate to please Yuuri that he had lowered himself to come to such a place?
I don’t care anymore. I don’t care! I don’t care! I don’t care if he wants
to make out with me or not!
And as he ran past the bright lights, the couples holding hands or openly
making out on the street, the cat calls to him, and the invitation to sin and
decadence, Wolfram knew he had never felt any lonelier in his life.
“It’s all about setting the mood.”
“And being prepared. You can never be too careful.”
“Yeah, I always carry a condom and lube around just in case.”
Yuuri flushed darkly at the memory of Keiichi and Yoichiro’s words as he rode
back home. In his pocket, the two men had slipped said items into his pocket
and they seemed to be burning a hole in there. Every now and then, he’d stop to
touch it, as if making sure he hadn’t dreamed up the whole thing. But sure
enough, Keiichi had been kind enough to lend him two packs of blue-foil covered
condoms (raspberry flavored of all things) and a small tube of lubricant that
looked innocuous.
“You’ll both know when it’s the right time,” Yoichiro had said with a warm
smile. “You don’t have to rush it, you know.”
“That’s right,” Yuuri whispered as his trip took him around the public baseball
park that was closed at this hour. “I’ll know when the time is right…”
The words died on his lips as he noticed the lone figure batting in the middle
of the park. He brought his bicycle to a stop, almost falling off it as he ran
to the wired fence. There was no mistaking that stance and the shock of blond
hair that belonged to the one he loved. He wasn’t surprised to find his
heartbeat quickening or the nervous flutter of butterflies in his stomach. It
almost always happened whenever he saw Wolfram.
Grinning with pleasure, he climbed the fence and leapt over it, jogging down
the bleachers to get to the baseball diamond.
“Oy, Wolfram!” he hailed in greeting, only to duck as a ball came flying towards
him. “What the…?!”
“Pitch!” came the single command. Another ball was sent and this time, Yuuri
caught it with a wince, feeling his palms burn with the force of the throw. As
usual, Wolfram always had interesting ways of greeting him.
He walked to the mound, peeling off his school jacket and tossing it to the
ground. It was then that he noticed the dark hair-like thing and sunglasses
amongst Wolfram’s belongings. “What’s all that?” he asked. “And how come you’re
here. They don’t allow…”
“I can use this park whenever I want,” Wolfram replied with a shrug. He gave
the wig and sunglasses a quick glance and turned away. “Just pitch already.”
“O…Okay…” Yuuri nodded and did a few arms stretches, now realizing that there
was something bothering Wolfram. Wondering what it could be, while wishing he
could run up to the blond and give him a hug or words of reassurance, he threw
the ball and almost got clobbered by the return. That did it!
“Just what’s wrong with you anyway?” he asked with a scowl, dusting off the
dirt from his pants. He had to dive to the ground to escape being socked in the
head with the baseball.
“It’s not my fault you’re a lousy pitcher,” Wolfram replied. “Pitch!”
“Don’t feel like it.”
“Then get out of here then,” came the angry retort. “Why did you come here
anyway?”
“Because I saw my boyfriend standing in the middle of a baseball field this
late at night and I have a right to know why he’s being such an asshole to me!”
“Hmph. Don’t pretend like you’re the caring one now,” Wolfram said, rolling his
eyes and dropping the bat to the ground. “Anyway, help me with the balls. I
need to get home now.”
“God, you’re such a pain in the ass,” Yuuri muttered as he did as he was told.
Wolfram, who heard him, waited for an opportunity and once Yuuri’s back was
turned, he dove for his legs to topple him to the soft grass.
“Wolf…argh!” He found himself lying face down on the grass with Wolfram
straddling his back and holding his arms prisoner.
“You want to say that again?” Wolfram threatened in a husky whisper close to
Yuuri’s ear. He smiled at the reluctant shiver that ran through Yuuri’s body,
thankful that his flushed face couldn’t be seen. Sitting this way was
rather…provocative in its own right.
“Uncle! I cry uncle so let me go!”
“Wimp,” Wolfram smirked. “I knew you were too weak to....” He faltered as he
finally noticed the items sticking out of Yuuri’s pockets. Frowning lightly, he
reached for them—
“No! Don’t!” Yuuri cried out in dismay.
-and could only gawk in disbelief at the sight of the condoms and lube.
“I told you to give them to me,” Yuuri said with a grunt as he shoved an
unresisting Wolfram off his back to grab the items. He tucked them back into
his pants, now unable to look at the blond. His cheeks burned and if he had
stolen a peek at Wolfram, he would have noticed the very same expression on his
face. An eternity seemed to go by as the tension between them grew thick.
Neither boy wanted to say the wrong thing in case…
“I’ll pick up the rest of the balls,” Wolfram said quickly and stumbled to his
feet, needing to get away from the heat that was beginning to flow between
them.
Finally, “I want to,” Yuuri said in a voice that was low and yet loud enough
for Wolfram to hear. “I want to…to do this with you, Wolfram.”
He lifted his gaze slowly to meet the blond’s stricken one, hoping his
sincerity was evident in his eyes. “Wolfram I…”
“No!” Wolfram shook his head rapidly and began to drag the basket of balls
towards the locker room. No. No. No. He wasn’t ready. He just wasn’t. And why
was Yuuri looking more and more like that blasted Maou everyday?! When he had
looked at Wolfram a moment ago, it felt as if the very air was being sucked out
from around him. His chest hurt. Hurt with the knowledge that he wanted Yuuri
as well and was still afraid to screw things up.
“Wolfram!”
He stopped at the deep resonance of that voice, his body shivering at the
implications. Yes, that’s right. The Maou and Yuuri were one and the same
person after all. He turned around slowly to face Yuuri, his heart beating
faster than ever before. He licked his lips and took a deep breath.
“Conrad isn’t home tonight. We can go to my place.”
He turned away again. The gauntlet had been thrown, and God help him but it was
now time for Yuuri to take up the challenge. If he wanted to.
The trip to Wolfram’s house was a quiet one. Neither boy said much as Yuuri
pushed his bicycle and Wolfram followed silently beside him – a death grip on
the strap of his bag. He had refused to answer Yuuri’s questions about the wig,
too embarrassed to tell him about his failed visit to the raunchy area of town.
Every now and then, he’d steal a peek at Yuuri’s back, noticing the subtle
changes that were taking place in him. Yuuri was growing taller, his hair now
much longer. Whether it was from the baseball practices, or some other sporting
activity he had taken up, those shoulders were getting a bit broader as well.
Wolfram had seen Yuuri shirtless before and yet he found himself trembling at
the thought of seeing him completely naked.
To touch him again…
He made a small sound that was like a whimper, causing Yuuri to look at him in
concern. “Are you okay, Wolfram?” he asked quietly. “We don’t have to…”
“Just shut up and walk,” came the mumbled reply as he brushed past Yuuri to
take the lead.
“Gee, sorry to show my concern,” Yuuri grumbled, now wondering if there was
going to be any mood set at all tonight. Wolfram wasn’t making things easy, but
then again, had he expected the boy to jump into his arms in delight at the
prospect of having sex with him? He stared after Wolfram, with unbeknownst
hunger, watching the subtle sway of those lean hips as he walked. Wolfram had
grown a few more inches since the time they met and his gold locks curved
around his handsome features like it was meant to be. He had seen Wolfram
shirtless a few times and yet the thought of seeing him completely naked…
Dear God.
“Stop spacing out and walk faster, wimp!”
Yuuri groaned and pushed his bicycle in an effort to catch up. Yeah, things
were definitely not going to be easy tonight. Wolfram was an expert at killing
moods effectively. At this rate, Yuuri thought he would be lucky if he could
get past a kiss.
“Where did he go to?”
“Yozak is in town,” came the cryptic reply and that was enough to have Yuuri
nodding in understanding. He dropped his school bag and eyed his dirty uniform
with a wince. He would have to –
“Let’s take a bath.”
“WHAT?!” he screeched, his heart slamming hard within his chest and a light
sheen of sweat breaking out on his brow. Geez. For all his denial, Wolfram was
quick to make the first move. He hadn’t expected –
“Idiot,” Wolfram said with a shake of his head. “We’re both dirty, right? We’ve
got to clean up first. I’ll wash your back and you wash mine.”
End of story.
Yuuri was still gawking after the blond, wondering if this sudden turn of
events –
“Move it!” came the yell.
“Ye…yes!” No questions asked. He grinned and began to kick off his clothes from
the living room, leaving a trail of socks, pants and t-shirt en route to the
bathroom. He had only a moment to register that Wolfram was already naked and
had to stop himself from staring too long at the naked butt that faced him.
Shit! I forgot the lube! Oh wait…did you plan to pounce on him in the
bathroom, Yuuri? Nice going! Not only will you two end up slipping and breaking
a leg or two, you’re bound to –
“What are you thinking about?” Wolfram asked as he pulled a stool to begin
scrubbing himself. He was proud of himself so far. He had given himself a good
pep talk on the way here and had decided that acting natural would help to ease
the tension between them. God knows he’d rather eat hot coals than tell Yuuri
that his heartbeat was doing the tango at the moment. It was taking a lot of
self-control not to show he was trembling…badly.
“No…nothing,” Yuuri stuttered, and turned away to begin scrubbing as well.
“My back is ready,” Wolfram said after a while and Yuuri – who’s mind was
already well into the gutter –flushed and stole a peek at the tantalizing view
of Wolfram’s ass…
“MY BACK!” Wolfram yelled, chucking the sponge at Yuuri’s face. “Not my butt,
you pervert!”
“You should have explained it better!” Yuuri defended himself quickly, picking
up the sponge to crawl towards Wolfram.
“Oh yeah, like I’m going to say ‘take me, now, Yuuri! My ass is all yours!’?”
They looked at each other and just like that, the giggles started. Hey, this
isn’t so bad, Yuuri thought as he began to wash Wolfram’s back, still laughing
softly. We’re at least having fun.
He moved the soapy sponge across the pale skin, smiling as Wolfram lowered his
head to give him better access to his neck.
Wow, his skin is so smooth, firm and yet soft. Perfect.
He poured some water to rinse away the soap suds, his heart thumping wildly in
his chest at what he was about to do. Praying that Wolfram wouldn’t punch him
for being so daring, he leaned closer until his lips were barely inches from
the broad back.
“Wha…what are you doing?” Wolfram whispered and promptly sucked in a harsh
breath as he felt Yuuri’s tongue in a feather-like dance across his flesh. He
arched into the touch, body trembling as Yuuri’s tongue became bolder still.
His hands fisted tightly, a low moan escaping his lips as he felt the graze of
Yuuri’s teeth moving lower, lower still until they came to the small of his
back.
“No,” he gasped weakly. It was a very sensitive spot for him and Yuuri was
quick to take note of that as Wolfram jerked a little at the tender kiss he
placed at the tailbone. He smiled at the reaction and did it again, relishing
in the tiny whimpers Wolfram was now giving with each deliberate kiss to that
area.
He moved his hands across Wolfram’s waist and towards the (not surprising)
semi-erect penis that was almost straining against his torso. Moving his lips
upwards again, this time to focus on Wolfram’s arched neck, Yuuri’s fingertips
brushed against the swollen tip of Wolfram’s cock, their combined sighs of
pleasure loud in the silent bathroom.
“Yuu…Yuuri,” Wolfram gasped and then cried out as he felt the roaming finger
tease the entrance to his anus from behind. No. No! He wasn’t…not like…
“Aaah!” His head fell forward as Yuuri’s strokes on his penis became much
firmer and in control. He placed a trembling hand on Yuuri’s wrist to try to
stop him – anything to gain control of his whirling senses again. The pleasure
was too much. It was steadily building with each caress of his sensitive organ
and Yuuri’s fingers near his tight opening wasn’t helping much. He was going to
die from sensory overload. He just knew it.
“I’m going to co…come,” he panted, knowing it was inevitable. He desperately
wanted to hold it in for as long as he could. He wanted to make this last for
as long as he could and yet –
I can’t hold it…I have to…I have to…!
His toes curled on the cool tiles and the heat – no, a fire – that roared
through him had him crying out in completion as he finally exploded into his
lover’s teasing hands. His entire body shook from the force of his orgasm and
he would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t for Yuuri’s strong arms holding
him steady. The world swam in and out of focus for a while. He wanted to talk.
To say something. To apologize for coming too quickly, but when he felt the
warm lips pressed against his, all thoughts faded into oblivion as he opened
his mouth to accept Yuuri.
The kiss was slow at first, a tentative meeting of lips and tongues, but as
Yuuri felt Wolfram’s arms tighten around his neck to deepen the kiss, he knew
he was lost.
“Bed…bedroom,” he managed to gasp, staring into Wolfram’s flushed face and
swollen lips with a hunger that almost scared him.
“Soap…” Wolfram panted. “Wash…”
“Right.” Yuuri released himself reluctantly to pour the warm bucket of water
over himself. It didn’t do much to quell his raging hard on and hardly thinking
of drying himself, he tugged Wolfram to his feet to lead him towards his
bedroom.
“Ouch!” Wolfram cried out as he was tossed to the bed. “Don’t…at least dry
yourself, you moron!” And yet, he couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter within
him as he stared into Yuuri’s flushed and wet face. His hair lay in damp
ringlets upon his scalp and face as he leaned over Wolfram, those dark eyes,
narrowed and intense as they eyed its prize.
“My bed is going to be soaking wet,” Wolfram added with a mumble, lowering his
lashes at the intensity of that look. When he felt the hand placed beneath his
chin, he was forced to meet that gaze again and this time, he was sure that the
Maou was in control – or at least he was giving Yuuri the confidence he needed
at this time.
“I love you,” came the sudden words, said so quietly and sincerely that Wolfram
felt that ridiculous sting behind his eyes.
“Idiot,” he muttered harshly, trying to look away. But his heart soared as he
felt those sure lips on his again. He responded with everything he had, willing
to show Yuuri that he wasn’t going to let him down tonight. He had to please
Yuuri too.
In a sudden move, he twisted them around so that he straddled the surprised
boy. “Wolfr…?”
“Shssh. My turn now,” Wolfram said with a small smile as his lips began a
journey down Yuuri’s body. He licked the hollow within his neck, resting his
tongue gently to feel the quickening pulse of his lover’s heartbeat. Yuuri
shivered at the sensation, writhing gently on the sheet as Wolfram moved even
lower to pay attention to the dusky nipples that were tight with desire. He
sucked and grazed them lightly, listening to Yuuri’s gasps of delight as the
sensitive nubs were played with. Wolfram really had no idea what would make his
lover feel good and was on a trial and error basis here. If Yuuri winced in
pain, he would stop. However, it looked like he was doing a good job so far.
Grinning with confidence now, he moved his tongue even lower, licking away the
moisture from the water as he teased the bellybutton that was almost
non-existent.
As he approached the swollen organ nestling against Yuuri’s stomach, Wolfram
swallowed tightly, knowing that he wanted to do a whole lot more than just
touch it. Should he…could he…?
He raised his questioning gaze to meet Yuuri’s heated ones, smiling at the
small nod he received. He held the throbbing flesh, amazed at how big it was.
Okay, you can do this, Wolfram. Just…just…just…
“…don’t bite me,” Yuuri pleaded softly, earning him a scowl in return. He fell
back to the pillows and fought back a scream of pleasure as he felt his entire
cock being engulfed in Wolfram’s mouth. Dear God! Where and when did Wolfram
learn how to do that?! The warmth and suction on his cock was enough to drive
him mad. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought it would feel this good. He
thrust his hips in rhythm with Wolfram’s motions, daring to peek at the way his
lover’s head moved up and down. Damn if it wasn’t the sexiest thing he had seen
in a while.
And then he felt it. The dull but impending coil of fire in the pit of his
stomach. He felt the rush of blood to his head and arched off the bed, hands
fisting into the sheets to control himself.
“No…” he pleaded, trying to shake Wolfram off him. “Don’t…don’t make me come
now,” he gasped. But it was a futile attempt for a sudden thrust of Wolfram’s
fingers into his unprepared opening had him yelping out in surprise and coming
so hard that Wolfram had to release him quickly with a cough.
“Sor…sorry,” he panted, sitting up with his features flushed in humiliation. “I
didn’t mean to…”
“…try to choke me to death?” Wolfram finished, licking his lips to capture the
escaping trail of semen. “Hmm…not as tasty as mine,” he joked, and then lowered
his lashes, watching the still twitching organ release its seed. “Was…eh…was
that good?”
Yuuri smiled at the shy question and sat up to wrap his arms tightly around
Wolfram’s waist. “It was amazing,” he finally said, groaning as their cocks
rubbed against each other’s with the subtle movements they made.
“Aaaah…Wolf…Wolfram…about…”
He was silenced by another heated kiss – hot enough to send them falling back
to the bed. Wolfram reached for Yuuri’s hand, leading it towards his ass to
knead the taut flesh gently. Tongues battled with each other, torsos and cocks
still straining as their bodies trembled with the enormity of what was to take
place next.
Wolfram pulled back long enough to stare deeply into Yuuri’s eyes. “I’ll let
you take me this time,” he finally said in a husky whisper. “Swear you won’t
make it hurt.”
Mind still reeling from the sudden acceptance, Yuuri could only nod weakly.
“I…I promise…but I need to get my…”
Wolfram moved a little, hands reaching into the bedside drawer to search within
for a few seconds. He pulled out the small bottle and foil packet, cheeks
flaming at the incredulous look Yuuri threw at him. “What?” he muttered. “You
didn’t think you were the only one prepared, just in case, did you?”
Laughing softly, Yuuri kissed his blushing lover’s lips, before turning them
around again. He stared at the foil for a moment, and praying he would put it
on right, he began to –
“You do know the way it goes, right?” Wolfram asked suddenly.
“Yes, I do,” Yuuri muttered, hoping that Wolfram’s Q&A session wouldn’t
ruin the mood. “Yes!” he cried out in triumph as the rubber material fit like a
glove around his cock. He grinned and reached for the lube, turning to face
Wolfram who now had his hands over his eyes like a child caught doing something
bad.
“Wolf…”
“Just get on with it,” Wolfram whispered behind his hands. “Oh God, this is
so…aaah! Yuuri!”
His cry of surprise at the feel of Yuuri’s lips around his cock was soon
drowned with the moans of pleasure that engulfed him. So this was what Yuuri must
have felt like when he had done the same earlier. He had never thought it would
feel this good, this…delicious. So good in fact that he barely registered the
coated and cool fingers delving into his opening, gently probing, deeper…deeper
still…
“Oooh…”
Yuuri stopped, features contorted in concern. “Does…does it hurt?”
“No…” came the breathless reply. “Go on…”
Wolfram’s hips bucked and Yuuri obliged. He buried his fingers deeper still
until he heard Wolfram give another cry and a tremendous shudder that had him
smiling. He knew he had hit something really good inside his partner. He
withdrew and plunged continuously, keeping a steady rhythm, watching Wolfram’s
features carefully for any sign of pain. The last thing he wanted to do was to
bring discomfort to his partner.
“Aaaah…” Wolfram thrashed helplessly. “Com…coming…Yuuri!”
Not yet, Yuuri’s mind cried out and quickly withdrew, earning a sharp
cry of dismay from Wolfram.
“Why…?” came the choked whisper.
“We’ll come together this time,” Yuuri replied with a warm smile as he leaned
over Wolfram, hands moving behind his knees to lift his legs gently. He had to
chuckle a little as Wolfram wrapped them tightly around his waist. As the blond
tried to cover his face again, Yuuri reached out to remove them slowly, smiling
as Wolfram stubbornly kept his eyes shut this time.
“Look at me, Wolfram,” he pleaded thickly, moving to place his straining cock
against the prepared entrance. “Please…”
“I can’t,” Wolfram replied weakly. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t cry. He
just…wouldn’t! Damn Yuuri for making this seem so beautiful. The way he spoke –
that gently soothing way, the loving look in his eyes….
“Wolfram…” Yuuri groaned and began to thrust in slowly, hands clasping
Wolfram’s tightly as their breaths caught at the invasion.
Tight heat engulfing him.
The feel of that thick organ filling him completely.
Their fingers clenched and unclenched tightly, Wolfram now opening his eyes to
meet the intense dark ones above him. The pain was excruciating, but bearable
thanks to the lube and Yuuri’s gentle thrusts.
“O…okay?” Yuuri panted. “Are you…okay?”
Wolfram bit his lower lip and waited for his body to adjust before nodding
slowly. “Yes…I…I think so…aaaah….Yuu…Yuuri!”
The pain was reduced to a dull throb and soon replaced with a sensation so
amazing, it was incredibly difficult to describe. Wolfram could only hang on
for dear life as he felt Yuuri thrusting deeper and harder within him, his hips
seeming to move of their own accord to catch up to him. The tears he had
thought he could control and hold back, began to trail down his cheeks as the
pressure slowing began to build deep within him.
“Wolfram,” Yuuri croaked in a voice that sounded as if he too was close to
tears. “Oh God…help me…”
It was too much too take. This bond, this union of bodies and souls between
them was too much for them to deal with. They could feel the spirits within
them stirring to life, a flood of memories from a time when they had been King
and Soldier, enveloping their beings as they moved faster and faster. Neither
seemed to notice the pale blue aura that had surrounded Yuuri or the dull
flaming red one around Wolfram. Fire and Water. Mingling together to form an
earth-shattering and sizzling steam of pleasure which had them crying out in
unison at the mind blowing conlusion.
Wolfram could feel Yuuri’s cock swelling within him, the hot sensation of his
seed being trapped by the protective wrapping around it. It was enough to have
him bucking up sharply and finally giving in to an orgasm that took his breath
away and made him blind for a brief moment. He came hotly between their heaving
torsos, his entire body trembling with the force of his ejaculation. He
released Yuuri’s hands to wrap his arms around the trembling boy’s neck, his
tears falling faster as he heard Yuuri’s harsh sob against him.
Together they remained that way, shaking, quaking with the aftermath, the
silence only broken by the sound of their silent tears of completion and
happiness. Words were not necessary. Nothing would be good enough to describe
what had just taken place anyway.
Wolfram fell back to the pillows, reaching up to brush away the tears from
Yuuri’s cheeks. He smiled then, a motion so beautiful that Yuuri couldn’t
believe that anyone on earth could look this way.
“Wolfram…” he began, barely getting the name past another choked sob that
wracked through his slender frame. “I…I…”
“I know,” Wolfram whispered softly, as he cradled his lover against him with a
slow nod of understanding. “I know…”