White Nights
Title: White Nights
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating/Genre: g/slash, romantic angst
Characters/Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Summary: A short bedroom scene; Yuuri is sleeping and Wolfram is thinking…
Word count:455
Spoilers/Warnings: No.
Notes: My first KKM fic! Go figure it had to be something like this…
It is late and Yuuri is already sleeping. Wolfram is careful not to wake him up when he climbs into bed.
His feet are cold and he would like to snuggle up close but he doesn’t. He doesn’t touch his sleeping fiancé. Maybe their arms and legs will become entangled later during the night but for now, Wolfram stays, calm and cold, on the side of the bed he has claimed his own, listening to Yuuri’s soft breathing.
Yuuri will probably wake up kicking and screaming in the morning, talking about privacy - as if it is not perfectly normal for an engaged couple to sleep together!
Wolfram sighs deeply. He isn’t stupid; he knows how Yuuri feels about it. Yuuri is the stupid one, if he thinks that Wolfram only does it to tease him.
Wolfram rolls over to his side and, propped up on his elbow, he watches the sleeping boy beside him. In the darkness of the night he can just barely see the shape of the chin, the nose, the mouth.
He moves a little closer, leans over Yuuri’s face to study it as much as he can.
His hand hovers over the black hair, aching to know what it feels like under his fingers.
Wake up! I wish you’d wake up and smile at me, smile at me that way that only you can smile; that smile of yours that makes everybody love you. Why don’t you ever smile at me like that?
Yuuri grunts something inarticulate in his sleep and Wolfram puts his hand down without touching him.
Are you ever going to touch me willingly without shying away?
“Stupid wimp!”
Wolfram murmurs the words with contempt, and it is himself he is referring to for once. If there’s one thing he’s never going to do, then it’s that. He can think it, but he’s never going to say it out loud. No, he is never going to beg. He can yell loud and clear about fidelity and a fiancé’s rights and duties, but he is never going to beg for an affectionate gesture.
Yuuri is dreaming something and his arm jerks out. He slaps Wolfram sloppily across his face and then he finds rest again.
“No need to do that again. I’m yours already.”
But are you ever going to be truly mine?
Wolfram rolls over and turns his back on Yuuri, wondering if he’s going to be able to sleep at all. He knows he should, but it looks like one of those nights. A night when he has to brace himself not to cry, because that is another thing he has promised himself not to do.
“Sleep well, Yuuri”, he whispers. “Sweet dreams, you wimp.”
I love you.
.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating/Genre: g/slash, romantic angst
Characters/Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Summary: A short bedroom scene; Yuuri is sleeping and Wolfram is thinking…
Word count:455
Spoilers/Warnings: No.
Notes: My first KKM fic! Go figure it had to be something like this…
It is late and Yuuri is already sleeping. Wolfram is careful not to wake him up when he climbs into bed.
His feet are cold and he would like to snuggle up close but he doesn’t. He doesn’t touch his sleeping fiancé. Maybe their arms and legs will become entangled later during the night but for now, Wolfram stays, calm and cold, on the side of the bed he has claimed his own, listening to Yuuri’s soft breathing.
Yuuri will probably wake up kicking and screaming in the morning, talking about privacy - as if it is not perfectly normal for an engaged couple to sleep together!
Wolfram sighs deeply. He isn’t stupid; he knows how Yuuri feels about it. Yuuri is the stupid one, if he thinks that Wolfram only does it to tease him.
Wolfram rolls over to his side and, propped up on his elbow, he watches the sleeping boy beside him. In the darkness of the night he can just barely see the shape of the chin, the nose, the mouth.
He moves a little closer, leans over Yuuri’s face to study it as much as he can.
His hand hovers over the black hair, aching to know what it feels like under his fingers.
Wake up! I wish you’d wake up and smile at me, smile at me that way that only you can smile; that smile of yours that makes everybody love you. Why don’t you ever smile at me like that?
Yuuri grunts something inarticulate in his sleep and Wolfram puts his hand down without touching him.
Are you ever going to touch me willingly without shying away?
“Stupid wimp!”
Wolfram murmurs the words with contempt, and it is himself he is referring to for once. If there’s one thing he’s never going to do, then it’s that. He can think it, but he’s never going to say it out loud. No, he is never going to beg. He can yell loud and clear about fidelity and a fiancé’s rights and duties, but he is never going to beg for an affectionate gesture.
Yuuri is dreaming something and his arm jerks out. He slaps Wolfram sloppily across his face and then he finds rest again.
“No need to do that again. I’m yours already.”
But are you ever going to be truly mine?
Wolfram rolls over and turns his back on Yuuri, wondering if he’s going to be able to sleep at all. He knows he should, but it looks like one of those nights. A night when he has to brace himself not to cry, because that is another thing he has promised himself not to do.
“Sleep well, Yuuri”, he whispers. “Sweet dreams, you wimp.”
I love you.
.