A Real Shame, KKM, for stagesoflove
Title: A Real Shame
Author: Ellie Biel
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters/pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Warnings: I may scrap this and rewrite it with a new idea before stage 5
stagesoflove theme: Five Elements - water
Part 1: Will-o'-the-Wisp, Part 2: Quake, Part 3: Dance of the Flame
Wolfram had been sleeping, but not deeply enough that he didn't hear the door open and Yuuri come in. He'd been very pleased with himself earlier today, and it had been a sting to his pride that Yuuri had looked the opposite of impressed.
He'd looked shaken.
Yuuri never looked that way when he watched Konrad fight, using only his sword. It bothered Wolfram that without a trace of maryoku, his half-brother could gain the admiration that should be his. He was the one Yuuri had proposed to, and he was the one who loved Yuuri the most - even more than Günter.
He'd not let so much as a spark land on his fiance's sleeve but he might as well have been standing there doing nothing for all the reaction he got from Yuuri. Wolfram wanted to sit up and give Yuuri a piece of his mind, but he needed to wait until Yuuri gave him a reason to. Fortunately the wimp almost always did. At least in some things he could be counted on.
Yuuri hadn't even pulled on his pajama shirt when Wolfram sat up and glared at him.
"Why are you being so quiet?"
Yuuri looked alarmed. "I didn't want to wake you."
He was lying. Wolfram swung his legs over the side of the bed and got to his feet. "Don't give me that. You're sneaking in because you don't want me to know how late you came to bed. Where have you been all this time?" His eyes narrowed. "Who have you been with?"
Yuuri swallowed. His tongue felt uncomfortably large in his mouth when he answered. "With Gwendal."
Wolfram was fuming. It was bad enough Konrad always had to play this baseball with Yuuri - now Gwendal, who couldn't resist anything small and cute, was spending time with him? If it had been only a debriefing, surely he would have been invited.
"And Günter."
Yuuri seemed to be shrinking away from him. Wolfram took a step forward. He knew before the next two words out of Yuuri's mouth were going to be even before he said them.
Actually the wimp mostly squeaked Konrad's name out, and since his sword was too far away, Wolfram wrapped his fingers around the handle that was closest. It felt good to turn the pitcher over and empty its contents on Yuuri's head.
Yuuri blinked at Wolfram in surprise, and Wolfram stared right back. Yuuri's skin practically glowed in the moonlight, each drop of water shimmering like a precious gem. They slid down his skin, one droplet hanging from a hardened nipple. It wasn't until it fell that Wolfram noticed Yuuri was shivering. Was it cold in the room? It certainly didn't feel that way to Wolfram.
He grabbed Yuuri's arm. "Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
Wolfram decided for once to let his actions speak louder than words. Yuuri would find out soon enough, once they got to the bath. Yuuri could use a soak in a warm bath. Wolfram would wash his back and Yuuri would remember just who he was supposed to spend his nights with.
Yuuri better not use it as an opportunity to go back to earth, either, because Wolfram planned on having a firm grip on Yuuri the moment it looked like Ulrike was sending him back - no matter what part of Yuuri his fingers happened to wrap themselves around.
They reached the bath and Wolfram waited for Yuuri to drop his pants and slowly lower himself into the water. This time it was Wolfram who was shivering, but no matter. Once they left the bath there were plenty of blankets on the bed to warm them up after. He tossed his nightgown to the floor and slid into the water himself.
Or, if something were to happen to the blankets, like they became unexpectedly wet, they surely couldn't inconvenience the maids at that hour to bring them new ones - Yuuri would never allow them to awaken them for such a selfish need. No, if something were to happen to their blankets, they'd only have one choice left to stay warm.
He picked up the soap and lathered up his hands. There was no point using a cloth to bathe his fiance now, not when they would be sharing body heat once they returned to bed.
It would be a shame if Yuuri's pajamas or his own nightgown somehow fell into the bath. He approached Yuuri, soapy fingers spread like cat claws and a rather satisfied look on his face.
A real shame.