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Title: Bared
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou.
Warnings: angst (how could I not?), nakedness, slight shonen ai
Characters/couples: Wolfram and Yuuri
Summary: In a moment of truth, Wolfram reveals his desperation.
Rating: pg 13
Notes: i hope it's not cliche, i don't read as much kkm as i should. unbeta-ed.
Bared
In the moist silence, the only noise present was the resounding clicks of water dripping. Yuuri slowly scrubbed himself, anticipating his bath with a smile. Travel between worlds was always hectic and being welcomed back to the demonlands left him needing a short relaxation.
When the door noisily opened and a just as noisy Wolfram burst in, he couldn't suppress a sigh.
Other than being loud and pushy, things always became complicated when Wolfram was around; solid lines that he had depended on, and had always assumed, abruptly became blurred.
His heart pounded sharply with every step that Wolfram's bare feet distanced to meet Yuuri. It made him feel weird; it made breathing more difficult.
It made everything more difficult.
"Wolfram, what are you doing?!" Yuuri exclaimed, turning his back to hide his body, awkwardness uncurling painfully in his chest.
Wolfram gave him an obvious 'what do you think?' expression before adjusting the towel around his waist - the only thing that covered his nudity - and sat behind Yuuri.
Yuuri looked away, but could hear him move. The air seemed thicker.
He wasn't used to this kind of intimacy with his friend. It wasn't just two friends together, bathing, it was more than that. And Wolfram's obvious attraction to him made the sounds of movement, the moment of quiet between them, unbearable.
"I haven't seen you in a while," Wolfram snapped and, without a warning or any indication, grabbed the soap from Yuuri's fist, "I thought that you may have been too busy with Gunter, which I can sympathize with, but instead, I find you here! As your fiance, you should tell me first where you're going."
Yuuri tried to swallow, but it felt like a thick collar was tightening around his throat, but he didn't know how to respond. Wolfram didn't listen to reason, clinging to the fact that they were still engaged and Yuuri hated to see him hold onto the hope so passionately, so desperately...
Why couldn't things be easier? Why did they have to be so complicated? Why couldn't he just understand that it was a mistake?
When warm fingers slid against his back, he startled.
"W-Wolfram?"
"Just shut up and enjoy it," he grunted, but it didn't sound angry, it didn't feel bitter, just...
Slow, almost tentative, strokes of Wolfram's slick hands on his back made him cringe. He liked Wolfram, he really did, but Yuuri perpetually wondered if his touches meant something Yuuri didn't want, something that he wasn't sure he could ever give. He caught himself worrying whether a pat on the back was just that to Wolfram or what exactly this was...
And he wasn't exactly sure why Wolfram's hands felt so hot, made him so dizzy, made him re-think so many things that he was sure he knew so implicitly about himself...
"You were gone for a long time," Wolfram mumbled behind him, his fingers digging deeper, anger thinning his words, "You shouldn't be gone from your kingdom for so long. Your people need you."
"I was..." Yuuri paused because he knew whatever the excuse, it wouldn't be good enough for Wolfram, "I just missed my family, my friends, my life-"
"Your life is here," Wolfram stubbornly reinstated.
There was a moment of stillness as both of their irritation flared, but instead of reacting to Wolfram's hostility, Yuuri struggled to find the words that explained his feelings, the huge deluge of confusion and trepidation and and uncertainty that came with both worlds, that Wolfram could understand.
"I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be," Yuuri confessed, holding his head, "When I'm here, I think about there. When I'm there..."
"Why can't we be your friends and family?" Wolfram's ire collapsed into soft despair, "Why can't we be enough? We could be, Yuuri."
Without any indication, Wolfram's arms suddenly slipped down Yuuri's shoulders holding his chest with splayed fingers, his own chest against Yuuri's back. Yuuri was completely not used to such contact and he almost panicked, almost ripped himself away and asked Wolfram what the hell was he trying to pull? But Wolfram added softly into his ear, "You don't know what it's like when you're not here. You don't how everyone acts when you're gone..."
"Wolfram," Yuuri breathed, and wasn't sure if it was a warning or an apology.
"We need you," Wolfram admitted with slight hesitation, resting his head against Yuuri's, his face in the arch of Yuuri's neck, "Everything just goes back to what it was like before you came here when you leave...I can't...do that anymore. I can't live that life anymore."
Guilt entwined with the embarrassment until he felt sick. It was so hard staying in the demonlands sometimes, being someone that so many people depended on. He should be worrying about exams, girls, baseball, his mundane future, but instead he had the pressure of creating peace in a land of broken hope and numerous doubts.
Gingerly, his hands rose and lightly rested on Wolfram's own hands. He had only briefly thought about what it may be like in his absence, but he never knew that when he was gone, so was hope.
"Stay with us," Wolfram whispered, in a rare moment of naked, disheartened emotions that made Yuuri's chest ache and heart beat faster, "I promise we'll make you so, so happy, Yuuri."
There was a tense moment of silence, both of the boys roughly breathing, feeling each other just breathe, feeling their own skin tingle at the heat of the other's skin. Yuuri shivered.
Holding more solidly, his lips moving against Yuuri's neck, Wolfram murmured so weakly, "I'll make you happy, Yuuri. Just trust me."
And, if he could have been more assured in himself and his obligation to stay where he was needed, he would have turned his head and whispered into Wolfram's hair that he promised, that he would never leave again...
If he knew that he was strong enough to never go back...
But he only tightened his grip on Wolfram's hands and leaned slightly towards him, hoping that, for now, it was enough...
The End
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou.
Warnings: angst (how could I not?), nakedness, slight shonen ai
Characters/couples: Wolfram and Yuuri
Summary: In a moment of truth, Wolfram reveals his desperation.
Rating: pg 13
Notes: i hope it's not cliche, i don't read as much kkm as i should. unbeta-ed.
Bared
In the moist silence, the only noise present was the resounding clicks of water dripping. Yuuri slowly scrubbed himself, anticipating his bath with a smile. Travel between worlds was always hectic and being welcomed back to the demonlands left him needing a short relaxation.
When the door noisily opened and a just as noisy Wolfram burst in, he couldn't suppress a sigh.
Other than being loud and pushy, things always became complicated when Wolfram was around; solid lines that he had depended on, and had always assumed, abruptly became blurred.
His heart pounded sharply with every step that Wolfram's bare feet distanced to meet Yuuri. It made him feel weird; it made breathing more difficult.
It made everything more difficult.
"Wolfram, what are you doing?!" Yuuri exclaimed, turning his back to hide his body, awkwardness uncurling painfully in his chest.
Wolfram gave him an obvious 'what do you think?' expression before adjusting the towel around his waist - the only thing that covered his nudity - and sat behind Yuuri.
Yuuri looked away, but could hear him move. The air seemed thicker.
He wasn't used to this kind of intimacy with his friend. It wasn't just two friends together, bathing, it was more than that. And Wolfram's obvious attraction to him made the sounds of movement, the moment of quiet between them, unbearable.
"I haven't seen you in a while," Wolfram snapped and, without a warning or any indication, grabbed the soap from Yuuri's fist, "I thought that you may have been too busy with Gunter, which I can sympathize with, but instead, I find you here! As your fiance, you should tell me first where you're going."
Yuuri tried to swallow, but it felt like a thick collar was tightening around his throat, but he didn't know how to respond. Wolfram didn't listen to reason, clinging to the fact that they were still engaged and Yuuri hated to see him hold onto the hope so passionately, so desperately...
Why couldn't things be easier? Why did they have to be so complicated? Why couldn't he just understand that it was a mistake?
When warm fingers slid against his back, he startled.
"W-Wolfram?"
"Just shut up and enjoy it," he grunted, but it didn't sound angry, it didn't feel bitter, just...
Slow, almost tentative, strokes of Wolfram's slick hands on his back made him cringe. He liked Wolfram, he really did, but Yuuri perpetually wondered if his touches meant something Yuuri didn't want, something that he wasn't sure he could ever give. He caught himself worrying whether a pat on the back was just that to Wolfram or what exactly this was...
And he wasn't exactly sure why Wolfram's hands felt so hot, made him so dizzy, made him re-think so many things that he was sure he knew so implicitly about himself...
"You were gone for a long time," Wolfram mumbled behind him, his fingers digging deeper, anger thinning his words, "You shouldn't be gone from your kingdom for so long. Your people need you."
"I was..." Yuuri paused because he knew whatever the excuse, it wouldn't be good enough for Wolfram, "I just missed my family, my friends, my life-"
"Your life is here," Wolfram stubbornly reinstated.
There was a moment of stillness as both of their irritation flared, but instead of reacting to Wolfram's hostility, Yuuri struggled to find the words that explained his feelings, the huge deluge of confusion and trepidation and and uncertainty that came with both worlds, that Wolfram could understand.
"I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be," Yuuri confessed, holding his head, "When I'm here, I think about there. When I'm there..."
"Why can't we be your friends and family?" Wolfram's ire collapsed into soft despair, "Why can't we be enough? We could be, Yuuri."
Without any indication, Wolfram's arms suddenly slipped down Yuuri's shoulders holding his chest with splayed fingers, his own chest against Yuuri's back. Yuuri was completely not used to such contact and he almost panicked, almost ripped himself away and asked Wolfram what the hell was he trying to pull? But Wolfram added softly into his ear, "You don't know what it's like when you're not here. You don't how everyone acts when you're gone..."
"Wolfram," Yuuri breathed, and wasn't sure if it was a warning or an apology.
"We need you," Wolfram admitted with slight hesitation, resting his head against Yuuri's, his face in the arch of Yuuri's neck, "Everything just goes back to what it was like before you came here when you leave...I can't...do that anymore. I can't live that life anymore."
Guilt entwined with the embarrassment until he felt sick. It was so hard staying in the demonlands sometimes, being someone that so many people depended on. He should be worrying about exams, girls, baseball, his mundane future, but instead he had the pressure of creating peace in a land of broken hope and numerous doubts.
Gingerly, his hands rose and lightly rested on Wolfram's own hands. He had only briefly thought about what it may be like in his absence, but he never knew that when he was gone, so was hope.
"Stay with us," Wolfram whispered, in a rare moment of naked, disheartened emotions that made Yuuri's chest ache and heart beat faster, "I promise we'll make you so, so happy, Yuuri."
There was a tense moment of silence, both of the boys roughly breathing, feeling each other just breathe, feeling their own skin tingle at the heat of the other's skin. Yuuri shivered.
Holding more solidly, his lips moving against Yuuri's neck, Wolfram murmured so weakly, "I'll make you happy, Yuuri. Just trust me."
And, if he could have been more assured in himself and his obligation to stay where he was needed, he would have turned his head and whispered into Wolfram's hair that he promised, that he would never leave again...
If he knew that he was strong enough to never go back...
But he only tightened his grip on Wolfram's hands and leaned slightly towards him, hoping that, for now, it was enough...
The End