Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Smut, lemon (graphic sex scenes)

Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram

 

 

Seconds:

 

Yuuri watched the fly ball make its way towards the outfield. He gave the obligatory clap as his teammate caught the ball to get the final out of the inning. He really was trying his best to get into the game today but a sprained ankle, during practice, had him sitting this one out. He eyed the bandaged bulge beneath his stockings and sighed heavily. It really was a drag not being able to play and although his team had tried to cheer him up tons of times during the cause of the week, Yuuri had been anything but cheerful.

 

Of course there was plenty on his mind especially since that incident with a certain blond soldier. He felt his stomach give nervous flips again and he wrapped his arms around his waist, feigning a possible pain in his abdomen. Luckily, many of his teammates were too focused on the game and even Murata Ken, his best friend, was screaming his lungs out for someone to score. Either way, no one was paying much attention to him and that was good.

 

He sighed and placed his chin upon his hand, his eyes taking a distant look as he stared blindly at a bottle of water beside him. He wasn’t surprised to find his reflection against the clear bottle changing into one that featured blazing green eyes. Well, the last time Yuuri had stared into those eyes, they had been anything but angry. No, the last time he had stared into the blond’s features, it had been flushed and damp with sweat. Yuuri felt another mild but painful rush of heat to his nether regions and he had to shift restlessly on the bench. He hoped his cheeks weren’t as hot as he felt or someone was bound to notice his growing discomfort.

 

Damn it. And here he had thought he would only be able to feel this way about girls. But unfortunately, as most girls on his side of the world hardly paid attention to him, he was stuck with fantasies of making his fiancé a girl in his mind. But then again, it had felt really, really good to be able to do much than just touch Wolfram. Yuuri had replayed those moments spent in the other boy’s arms over and over again. His lips relishing the taste of Wolfram’s sweet ones – how soft, warm and yet firm they had been. He remembered their frantic, desperate and fumbled movements – the way they had both tried to go beyond mere touches and kisses. Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to last long. Perhaps being in denial over their feelings for one another had finally sent them over the edge.

 

Yuuri had not really meant to come back here following that night. He had woken up before Wolfram and had spent a few minutes just staring at the beautiful blond still fast asleep in his arms. There had been a tightening in his chest as he had continued to watch and Yuuri still wasn’t sure of what that really meant. One thing he did know was that he was feeling incredibly dirty and the need to wash off the dried evidence of their somewhat coupling, took precedence over anything else. He had reluctantly slipped away from Wolfram’s embrace to take a quick bath. He should have known that getting flushed away again would have been inevitable.

 

Another loud yell from his teammates broke him out of his reverie. He idly watched their celebration, realizing that they had won the game by one run. If things continued at this rate, they would make it to the regional championships for sure.

 

He rose to his feet, being careful not to apply too much pressure on his injured foot, as he hobbled up the small flight of stairs to make his way to the field. Murata was grinning like an idiot, his handsome features lighting up with delight at how well his team had performed.

 

“We’re definitely going to make it to the championships this year!” he all but screamed into Yuuri’s ear as they began to make their way out of the park. He sobered up quickly as he noticed the wan smile that his friend gave to him. One glance at the injured ankle had him smiling in apology. “I’m really sorry about your leg, Shibuya,” he said softly. “Maybe it will be better in time for the playoffs…”

 

“Don’t worry about it,” Yuuri interrupted quickly, forcing a bright grin on his face. “I’ll be fine. Honest! I’m just happy I was able to bring the team to this point.”

 

“Yeah, without your help, we’d have definitely lost long ago. I’m so glad you’re here!”

 

And much to Yuuri’s surprise, Murata wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s neck in a crushing hug. When Murata made no attempt to release him just yet, the young King struggled hard to keep his blushing visage from the others as he responded with a quick hug of his own.

 

“Murata…” he whined as several curious glances came their way.

 

The manager blushed a little and released Yuuri with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I just got carried away there for a moment.”

 

They both gave nervous laughs and continued on their way. However, Yuuri had found that he had unconsciously compared Murata’s sudden embrace to Wolfram’s. Murata was not as strong as his fiancé back in Shinmakoku but the feel of his bespectacled friend’s arms were not all too unfamiliar. He stole a side-glance at the smiling dark-haired boy and for a brief moment entertained the thought of it being Wolfram walking with him instead. All he had to do was imagine Murata’s messy and tousled dark locks as golden, those dark eyes behind the glasses as piercing green and of course to toss away said glasses. Hmm, come to think of it, Murata could very well pass for Wolfram in this world…

 

“What are you thinking about, Shibuya?” Murata asked suddenly, sending Yuuri’s cheeks flooding with color again. “You’ve been staring at me. Is everything all right? You’re not thinking of quitting the team again, are you?”

 

Yuuri was already shaking his head rapidly at the thought. “Oh no, no, I was just…just…”

 

“You’re not upset with me hugging you, are you?”

 

“Well…I…”

 

“I’m really sorry,” Murata apologized around a shy smile. “I was just overcome…”

 

Yuuri laughed and held out his hands as if to ward away the apology. “It’s okay, Murata. It really is. I’m not upset or anything.”

 

And he really wasn’t. However, what he did want was practice. If he had any intention of going back to woo Wolfram again, he would have to do it right with no fumbling or mistakes. But who could he practice with? There was really no one he could tell about his confused emotions and thoughts. And besides, if he did approach anyone here about it, they would think he was insane. And with an inner sigh of resignation, he decided to drop the whole idea.

 

“Here we are!” Murata exclaimed as he pushed open the doors to the public baths. Unlike last time when they had been alone, there were a few others in the large room with them this time around.

 

They both scrubbed quickly, each talking about the upcoming games and schedules. As they sank into the soothing warm water of the bath (Yuuri being careful not to aggravate his injury), he eyed the drain with slight trepidation and yet anticipation. It was almost two weeks since he had been flushed down to his kingdom. Two long weeks of staring at his bathroom drain (he had even gone as far as to just take baths for no good reason, hoping that he would be taken back). But to his chagrin, nothing had happened. He was beginning to think that perhaps they didn’t need him back and a part of him felt hurt by that. He had come to love his kingdom over the course of the past few months but none more so than the boy who was to be his bride.

 

Love? Eh…maybe not…

 

But if it wasn’t love…just what was this emotion he felt? This constant burning in his chest at the thought of the stubborn brat on the other side? This need to see Wolfram more than anything else in the world? He didn’t even mind being yelled at these days – if only he could get to hear Wolfram’s voice again.

 

Swirl! He demanded inwardly as he continued to stare hard at the small black hole that had been plugged up. Swirl…please…

 

Five more minutes and nothing doing, Yuuri groaned and placed his arms upon the edge of the tub. He might as well wait another two weeks if nothing was going to happen. He wondered what Wolfram was doing right now and if the blond was even thinking about him at all. He hadn’t exactly said goodbye the last time and the soldier had begged him not to go.

 

“I bet he’s angry,” he muttered around a soft chuckle as he closed his eyes and imagined the tirade he was bound to get if he ever did go back.

 

Suddenly…

 

“Argh!” He opened up his eyes quickly as he felt the familiar rush of water surround him. A welcome grin came to his lips as he realized that he would indeed be going back. He stole one last look at Murata who was still talking about something concerning a movie and closing his eyes while whispering a quick apology to his best friend, Yuuri allowed himself to be taken to a world where he was needed.

 

 

~*~

 

 

He arrived with a loud splash and accompanying squeals of fright from several young maidens who had been washing some clothes by the side of a stream. Apologizing quickly, quite aware that he was completely naked, he snatched up a piece of cloth from one of the women and began to hobble towards the castle, which he could make out a few miles ahead.

 

Unfortunately for Yuuri, as he draped the cloth around his waist, he realized he would have to walk through the forest if he hoped to reach his destination. His ankle was beginning to throb painfully as he tried to walk as fast as he could.

 

“Argh, damn it,” he whined as he sat down heavily upon a sturdy tree root. “I should have thought about not jumping out of that river too fast to begin with.”

 

He closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh scent of the woods surrounding him. It really was different from breathing in the stench of smoke and other mixed smells from his other world. Here, everything seemed pure and much richer. It was early afternoon, so Yuuri guessed that they would be about ready for lunch or something in the castle. Deciding that sitting here wasn’t going to help matters, he rose to his feet, only to cry out in surprise and pain as something heavy bounced off the back of his head. He blinked moronically at the white ball that rolled for a while before it stopped a few feet from him.

 

A baseball? And wait a second…wasn’t this his baseball?

 

Stumbling towards it, Yuuri picked it up in bemusement wondering if Konrad was around here practicing. But a low panting sound, the rustling of bushes and the sudden appearance of the very blond he had been thinking about all day, had Yuuri doing a double take.

 

Wolfram, who was looking rather distressed, ruffled and flustered, gaped back stupidly at the half-naked boy before him for a good long minute before opening his mouth to scream.

 

“Aaarg….mmmphfff!!”

 

“Shsssh!” Yuuri whispered harshly as he slapped a hand over the soldier’s mouth to keep him quiet. “What are you doing here?”

 

It took them a second later to realize that they were both extremely close to the other as their faces went a bright red at memories of their last encounter. Yuuri withdrew his hand quickly and stumbled backwards a little before wincing as he noticed the growing bulge beneath the flimsy cloth around his waist. Turning away quickly, he cleared his throat and tried to begin conversation.

 

“Eh…I…I just came back…”

 

“I noticed,” Wolfram replied shortly, even though he was doing a fine job of trying to hide his own state of discomfort and embarrassment. “Did you have a nice time away?”

 

“Well…we are going to the championships,” Yuuri began with a light laugh as he kicked himself inwardly at what he was saying. He should be apologizing, not talking about some dumb championship that meant nothing to Wolfram. “Uuum…this is…you were…playing yourself?” He held up the ball and the blond’s features darkened with color again.

 

“No.”

 

“Eh?”

 

“I wasn’t playing with your ball. The children were. I just volunteered to pick it up for them.”

 

It was a pathetic lie and both knew it. But not wanting to stay here to argue about it any further, Wolfram stepped forward. “I’ll be going back now. I’m sure you have lots of things to take care of as per royal duties.” He wouldn’t hope for at least a welcome back kiss or something along those lines as Yuuri had been so quick to abandon him the last time. It was almost humiliating to think that he had lost control that night. But Yuuri had responded to him and they had both done something. So why did he still feel as if the other boy was mocking him? And to make it worse, he had been practicing with the stupid ball – trying to see just what was so fascinating about throwing and hitting it. He sighed inwardly and turned away. So much for that.

 

“Wait,” came the soft but firm command. Wolfram gasped softly as he felt Yuuri’s hand upon his arm, holding him prisoner. His cheeks burned, his traitorous body already responding to such physical contact again. He wanted nothing more than to throw himself into Yuuri’s arms, but he wasn’t going to humiliate himself again. If the King still wanted him, then Yuuri would have to prove himself.

 

“Don’t I get a welcome hug or kiss, Wolfram?” he asked in a slightly trembling voice. His cheeks were flaming with heat too but he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the blond yet. Who knew if they would ever have another moment to themselves again.

 

Stall, stall for time…

 

“And why would I want to kiss you?” the blond huffed still not looking at the other boy. “What makes you think I want to touch you after you…after you…afteryouleftmelikethat!”

 

He tried to pull his arm away from Yuuri’s grip all to no avail. Damn it! When had Yuuri become this strong?

 

“I had to take a shower,” Yuuri protested as he came closer to his squirming fiancé. He released Wolfram’s arm only to wrap his own around the slender waist before him effectively trapping the soldier within his embrace. He closed his eyes and buried his face within the soft, golden locks before him, inhaling the soft, flowery fragrance, which caused him to become even more aroused. Wolfram wasn’t helping much by squirming and a sudden low moan from either he or the blond (Yuuri wasn’t sure) had them both stilling in comprehension at just what was going on.

 

His breathing now rapid and harsh, Wolfram muttered weakly. “You…you could have just woken me up…”

 

“I didn’t know I was going to be flushed down again,” Yuuri whimpered as Wolfram moved again. He prayed that the blond would stop doing that or he was bound to come too soon.

 

“Wolfram…” he began thickly only to gasp in surprise as he soon found himself thrust rather roughly against a tree. Sweet Kami, but Wolfram could be a determined little brat when he chose to be.

 

He was just about to open up his mouth to protest the rather harsh treatment when it turned into a wheeze of surprise and shock as the soldier began to peel out of his uniform. Yuuri blinked and blinked again, hoping that this wasn’t another dream sequence. He stole a quick glance around and then back at the boy who was now about to tug his pants down. He could tell that Wolfram was extremely nervous and embarrassed about this – as his face was still flushed – but the determination in those green eyes told Yuuri all he needed to know. Wolfram had no intentions of losing him again this time around and he was going to make sure of it.

 

“But…” Yuuri cleared his throat to try again as that had come out in a breathless squeak. “But…we are outside…anyone could…”

 

The soldier kicked off his boots and rose to his full height. “No one will come here,” he replied simply as he walked closer to his fiancé. “I’ve made sure of that.”

 

“How…?” The words trailed off as he stared at Wolfram’s naked body. He had seen another boy naked before (Murata) but yet…he had never really felt something like this either. Wolfram’s skin looked flawless – hardly the body of a boy who had supposedly been in battles before. His physique was strong yet slender enough to be almost considered feminine. His pink-tinted nipples stood out proudly in his chest, his flat torso leading to light fuzzy blond hairs that proudly gave way to a semi-erect penis. Yuuri swallowed tightly at the sight, noticing that a few drops of pre-cum coated the round tip of the swollen flesh. His own cock twitched in appreciation beneath his cloth and he groaned softly as Wolfram walked closer to him.

 

“Wolfr…”

 

“Shssh…” came the soft words as the blond wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s neck to whisper softly into his ear. “I’ve been doing a lot of studying while you were away and know just what to do, Yuuri.” He pulled back to give a small but shy smile before pressing his lips against his King’s in a tentative kiss.

 

Yuuri was all too happy to part his lips in invitation. He wrapped his arms around the blond’s waist, the flimsy cloth around his waist finally slipping to the ground as their young bodies pressed against each other with growing need. They both sucked in harsh breaths at the jolt of fire that seared down their trembling flesh. But before Yuuri could gather his scattered wits about him, Wolfram released his lips quickly to trail them down the slightly bronzed skin of his lover. He placed tender, feather light kisses, his lips a wicked tease on Yuuri’s sensitive flesh. The dark haired boy placed his hands upon the blond’s shoulders, his head thrown back as he thrust rather shamelessly against Wolfram. He would never have thought that being treated this way by another guy would feel this good. Every nerve in his body was alive and thrummed with excitement as Wolfram began to suck gently on his nipples.

 

“Aah…”

 

“Am I hurting you?” came the soft question slightly tinged with concern.

 

Yuuri shook his head rapidly while bucking his hips to urge the blond to continue. “Don’t…stop,” he panted weakly.

 

Wolfram smiled at the look on his fiancé’s face and figured that his endless nights of studying from the forbidden books (courtesy of his mother) were finally paying off. Of course, the hardest part would be taking care of the cum slicked flesh jutting out before him but Wolfram was sure he could take care of it. Or so he hoped. As he released Yuuri’s now wet and rock-hard nipples, he licked his lips and moved away carefully. He could feel his own cock now a stiff discomfort against his torso and tugging restlessly on his unresisting partner’s arm, Wolfram led them towards a more secluded area of the forest. Luckily, the grounds here were lush with grass and Wolfram was quick to take advantage of it.

 

He blushed darkly and lay upon it before motioning for Yuuri to do the same. Blinking in confusion, the dark haired boy complied, somewhat feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact that he was allowing Wolfram to teach him everything.

 

“You’re going to pleasure me too, Yuuri,” he said in as firm a voice as he could manage. “But hurry up…I don’t think I can last too long.”

 

“But what…what do you want me to do?” came the flustered question as Yuuri stared helplessly at his lover’s swollen cock.

 

“Lie above me,” Wolfram commanded with a light snort. “No… no…don’t face me…face my…well…eh…the other way…”

 

Blushing so hard that he thought his face would explode with the force of his embarrassment; Yuuri did as he was told only to give a rather girlish squeal of surprise as he felt something warm wrap itself around his cock. He tried to see what Wolfram was up to but a slight nudge and thrust from the boy below caused him to realize that he had to do the very same thing to the blond. Taking a deep breath, he tried to mimic Wolfram’s motions as accurately as possible. His breathing came out in harsh gasps as he felt the hands begin to stroke his cock. He struggled to focus on Wolfram’s, his eyes glazing over with growing lust as he felt the warm drops of cum bathe his fingers. Darting out a tongue, he began to lick it slowly only to cry out again as he felt Wolfram take him completely. The warm suction of the blond’s mouth around his cock felt way too good for his mind to bear. With a small groan, he opened up his mouth and swallowed as much of his lover as he could.

 

Their moans and groans grew louder, the wet slurping sounds of their actions mingling with the other sounds of their surroundings. Soon enough, Yuuri was the first to feel the incredible rush of heat pool to the pit of his stomach and down to the cock still trapped in his lover’s mouth. He tried to warn Wolfram on time, but instead gave a small cry of release as his thick seed filled the other boy’s mouth. He felt Wolfram’s cock swell in his hand and taking a deep breath, Yuuri took it again, his tongue swirling around the throbbing veins in the thick flesh before allowing his mouth to be filled with the tangy and salty semen.

 

A few drops escaped his mouth as he sagged limply upon the blond. He sat up again as he felt Wolfram’s hand touch his injured ankle gently.

 

“You’re hurt,” the soldier said quietly as he pushed Yuuri off him carefully, only to place the dark-haired boy on his back and then straddle him.

 

“I…I…sprained it…” the King replied weakly as he gaped at just how breathtakingly beautiful Wolfram looked. He watched as the blond licked his lips and fingers, making sure that all of Yuuri’s seed was completely swallowed. Yuuri flushed, matching the look on his lover’s features.

 

“I can make you forget all the pain,” Wolfram cajoled softly as he tried to control his nervousness. They had gotten over the first hurdle and now it was time to go all the way. He wasn’t going to back out now as he reached for Yuuri’s hand to raise it to his lips. Ignoring the bemused look he got, Wolfram began to suck on the digits gently, making sure he coated each with as much saliva as possible. The instructions had said that lubrication was VERY important and he was not going to take any chances. Besides, Yuuri still didn’t know much so it would be up to the blond to teach him all he knew.

 

“What…what are you….Wolfram!” he gasped in surprise as he felt one of his fingers being placed against the blond’s tight opening. “…doing?”

 

Wolfram leaned closer and whispered harshly against Yuuri’s lips. “Shut up and just do it. It will be okay, I promise.” And sealing his lover’s lips in a searing kiss, Wolfram guided Yuuri’s finger deeper into his virgin opening, swallowing the wince of pain and discomfort at the invasion within their communion.

 

Yuuri continued to work his way deeper into Wolfram, dark eyes watching in fascination at the different expressions to cross his lover’s face. The wince was slowly fading to whimpers for the soldier was beginning to give low mewling sounds of pleasure.

 

“I thin…I think…I think I’m ready now…” Wolfram panted weakly as he reached for Yuuri’s cock while helping to withdraw his finger.

 

“Ready? Ready for…aaaaaaah….”

 

His cry of surprise was drowned by Wolfram’s own of clear pain. Yuuri tried to withdraw but it was…indescribable – the flood of pleasure and heat – the way his cock felt trapped within those inner muscles, the way Wolfram moved his hips to cause the swollen flesh to bury itself even deeper.

 

Oh shit! He was going to come and he hadn’t even gone all the way in yet!

 

One final deep thrust and Wolfram’s accompanying howl was all it took for Yuuri to bite his lower lip hard in order to control himself.

 

Not yet…not yet…

 

The blond began to move again, slender hips moving up and down, causing the most incredible friction that was beginning to send them both over the edge. Yuuri placed his hands upon Wolfram’s hips and began to thrust harder, glazed dark depths staring at the flushed, sweat-slicked and moaning blond above him. Wolfram rocked harder, his body trembling as he felt his orgasm fast approaching. His hands went to his cock to stroke it in rhythm to their frantic thrusts. He began to chant Yuuri’s name like a mantra, his mind and body now complete mush as he wondered why the book hadn’t mentioned anything about the pleasure being this mind blowing

 

“Yuuri…Yuuri…oh…OH…OOOOHHH…MMMPHHFFF!!”

 

The king was shaking his head frantically as well as trying his best not to scream as he felt his orgasm approaching. He settled for tugging Wolfram’s head closer to seize his lips in another hard kiss. Sweat rolled off their smooth bodies in rivulets as their hips moved faster and faster.

 

Their eyes widened in unison as they felt the hot and thick explosion of their cum within and against each other. Their cries were lost in their kiss, their bodies quivering, trembling and boneless with an emotion neither would ever be able to describe. Wolfram fell limply upon Yuuri, trying to catch his breath as gave his lover one last lick of his full lips before laying his head wearily upon his king’s chest.

 

Yuuri closed his eyes with exhaustion as he wrapped his arms around Wolfram’s body. So this was what it felt like to sleep with a guy. So…did this mean he wasn’t a virgin anymore? Did sleeping with a guy qualify enough? Whatever the case may be, this experience had been one he would never forget. He wondered what Wolfram felt about it and if his performance had been good enough for the blond. He hoped he hadn’t disappointed the soldier in any way.

 

“Wolfram?” When he got no answer, he blinked in surprise as he looked down to see that the other boy was already snoring away. Geez! Why was he always so quick to fall asleep after things like these?

He tried to glare, but a small smile broke out instead. He would allow Wolfram to sleep for a while and then…

 

He stifled a small yawn as his lashes grew heavier.

 

…he would talk to the blond about just where their relationship was heading to after this. To be honest, Yuuri wanted to do this again and now that he had an idea of what to do, he would be the one to take the initiative next time.

 

But as he began to drift into welcome sleep, four words uttered by the delirious blond in their throes of lovemaking continued to ring over and over again in Yuuri’s mind.

 

/I love you, Yuuri…/

 

Love, huh…

 

And as he tightened his arms around his fiancé’s body, the King who had once extinguished any hope of ever feeling such an emotion in his heart, gave that small flame a chance to burn all over again.

 

 

 

~Owari~