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Feb 10, 2006 23:04

[Day 14, 5:34pm]

After my encounter with the Shinou early in the morning, it is my first impulse to leave the castle, but not as he had suggested. I had thought instead to chase after Greta as I had originally intended. However, I somehow find myself lingering in random places, telling myself that I am waiting for a chance to sneak into Yuuri's ( Read more... )

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yuuri_maou February 11 2006, 05:20:12 UTC

[From here]

He runs, without aim, without destination. Just trying to outrun himself, his thoughts. Guards left far behind in his initial dash, he just goes. It’s dark outside, but it does little to slow him. Chest burning, heart pounding, trees lash out at his face as he rushes past them. It’s only a chance root come to the surface that manages to trip him, sending him sprawling onto the dirt.

Gasping for breath, he rolls over to his side, pulling his arms up close to his body. Tired eyes open a little, and a sliver of yellow light breaks the night before him. Somehow his feet have taken him here, to Wolfram’s doorstep. His eyes drop again and his head falls to the ground. What is he supposed to do? What is he supposed to say? He’s tired. He’s sorry. He’s ....

He stands up slowly, dusting his clothes off. He’s taller, darker, and he’s not afraid. There will be no running away this time.

So he makes his way to the little cabin and throws the door open.

goldenbishounen February 11 2006, 06:29:42 UTC

He isn't expecting interruption, and his furious pacing back and forth across the floor stops suddenly. His fists are clenched tight at his sides as he turns on the spot to face the open door, narrowed eyes trying to make sense of the darker figure that looms against the empty space.

There is only a slight hesitation before darkness moves and light disappears into black hair and angry, almost cold eyes. He doesn't take note of the difference at first, opening his mouth so that brash words spill out to cover the abrupt clench that seems to center itself somewhere under his ribs.

"I came out here to be alone. If you're here because my guards are gone, Heika, you'll need to ( ... )

yuuri_maou February 11 2006, 06:51:34 UTC

The Maou is .... unimpressed with Wolfram’s attitude and so lets it pass for the moment. He’s more interested in his fiancé’s rather bedraggled appearance. The blue uniform jacket is missing and his shirt partially opened to show a bit of his pale chest. Wolfram’s hair too has been disturbed, like someone has been excessively touching it. His eyes narrow and he lets himself into the room, closing the door behind him and looking around pointedly. As far as he can tell, there is no one else in the room besides the two of them. But that does not abide his anger.

“Indeed, are you spending the night alone, Wolfram?” he says coldly. “I’d hate to think that I interrupted anything.”

goldenbishounen February 11 2006, 07:19:40 UTC

There's a moment where it seem the accusation hasn't sunk in, a point where all he can do is stand still and let wide eyes follow the same sweep of the room just made by the Maou. In reality, it is far less than a moment, or even half of one, before he recogonizes the heavy stress laid across the words the Maou has spoken and his mouth curls up on one side in an angry snarl.

"You think I have so little respect for Mazoku traditions as that?" The question is spit out, practically flung down between them, the words that follow falling in hard, loud challenge. "It was never I that made a mockery of our engagement. I was not the one who would have willingly given up if it came to another making challenge for the right to wed ( ... )

yuuri_maou February 11 2006, 08:22:12 UTC

He’s not unused to seeing Wolfram like this. They fight far too much. So he waits, patiently, not giving the prince anything to react to other than his continuous silence. He’s offended Wolfram, that much is obvious, but he can’t summon remorse. Instead he watches Wolfram tear up the rooming to prove his innocence, catching a button calmly when it is torn from the boy’s shirt. He’s had enough of this little display, and the fist moment Wolfram pauses, he takes advantage of it.

“I know that,” he says, taking a quick step forward and grabbing Wolfram’s wrist. “I KNOW THAT.” With a sharp sweep of his arm, he sends Wolfram skidding backwards towards the wall. “But obviously everyone else does not. If the SHINOU approaches me about you, what do you think everyone else believes? We do not have the luxury of anonymity, Wolfram. Every action we make is watched, every weakness noted to use against us ( ... )

goldenbishounen February 11 2006, 09:04:51 UTC

He's barely managed to register a wince at the grip on his wrist before he's being moved, back impacting the wall and forcing a little gasp to emerge from his mouth. His mouth opens on a sharp retort to Yuuri's claim of knowing, but before he can form the words the Maou is going on and mention of the Shinou has him scrambling frantically to keep up.

"The Shinou..." he begins, outrage spurring his speech, palms pressed tight against the wall behind him, but he doesn't have the chance to say more. Again he's overridden, and once more he finds his eyes wide by what he hears.

"They've started," this time he takes a step away from the wall, anger poured into motion as much as words, but he gets no further. The Maou is stalking toward him, and he's retreating that single tread before he fetches up against the wall again, flinching at the sharp slap of Yuuri's palm on the surface.

“You are one of my greatest weaknesses, Wolfram. I do not think clearly when it’s about you.”Those words tear through every bit of indignation he feels; rip ( ... )

yuuri_maou February 12 2006, 01:27:05 UTC

One tiny word of assent, one offered touch against his lips with insistent hands, is all the encouragement he requires. While he’s not exactly sure what’s going on in Wolfram’s mind, frankly he doesn’t much care at the moment. There are more important hurts to heal, the first being whatever thought has been planted in his head about being replaced. Damn that Shinou. Growling darkly he latches onto Wolfram’s body with both hand, one ending up with a handful of the boy’s shirt that he pulls roughly on while the other hits soft warm skin ( ... )

goldenbishounen February 16 2006, 04:30:17 UTC

He can feel the muscles of his abdomen shift and flex under the Maou's exploring fingers, and when those fingers curl hard around his hip a shiver courses up his spine. Yet another impact with the wall has him gasping; the tongue that takes advantage of parted lips making him feel more breathless still ( ... )

yuuri_maou February 23 2006, 04:30:07 UTC

Chuckling, a dark, rich melody, he draws Wolfram’s face back towards him, waiting until their eyes meet. “That’s right. Yuuri.” With the hand not supporting his fiancé, he reaches up and brushes his thumb over Wolfram’s bottom lip and the teeth marks. “Do not. Your voice is pleasing.” He leans forward, brushing his lips over the curve of the boy’s ear. “I enjoy listening to you ( ... )

goldenbishounen March 1 2006, 04:05:01 UTC

"It's different," he manages to gasp, pulling his head back to draw their lips apart and turning his face to the side when Yuuri follows insistently.

He shakes against Yuuri's body, clinging tight and unable to let go of the last of the hesitation that would allow him to utterly give up control the way the Maou demands of him with each touch. The words he's heard are Yuuri's, yet the voice is different, and it makes him shiver. The fingers tangled with his own flex, and his eyes shift to meet those of the Maou. Somewhere, deep under the colder, harder black there's a hint of Yuuri's softness, and seeing it is enough to convince him to meet the hips that press unrelentingly forward.

"Always," he echoes as the tremors that had gripped him melt away and his hands again tangle in the ink-black spill of Yuuri's hair.

His lips part on a little sigh, and his eyes flutter closed as he gives himself up to the need that makes his pulse speed, and the hands that are there to catch him as he falls.

yuuri_maou March 2 2006, 03:53:39 UTC

He can feel Wolfram fight with himself, trying to make up his mind about the justification of what they are doing. Of what they are going to do. Wolfram’s body at least, wants it. Wants it bad. It’s just a matter of convincing his heart.

The moment the tension drains out of Wolfram, he knows that the boy has made his decision, and chases the little flit of tongue he sees when Wolfram sighs softly. He doesn’t give his fiancé a change to change his mind. Releasing his hold on the fair demon’s mouth, he latches onto Wolfram’s throat like a vampire, though not biting down quiet hard enough to break the skin. With an appreciative hum, he runs his hand down the curve of boy’s back and then slips it between them ( ... )

goldenbishounen March 4 2006, 19:29:26 UTC

Cool air washes over his skin, makes him shiver as he steps out of the tangle of fabric at his feet. The motion brings him closer to Yuuri's body, nearer to the hands that tease over his skin.

His back arches, a soft gasp escaping lips that feel swollen from the Maou's earlier assault. It seems somehow obscene to be standing there nearly naked and, but for Yuuri's hand, only able to feel the fabric of his fiance's clothes against him. His hands untangle from Yuuri's hair, smoothing slowly through the knots before dropping to rest lightly on Yuuri's hips.

"Yes," he agrees mindlessly with Yuuri's words, humming an appreciative sound when fingers continue to explore his skin.

Growing impatient now, his hands bunch in the fabric of Yuuri's shirt, and he pulls it up to slip his fingers beneath. Light touch skims up Yuuri's sides and he splays his hands over the rise and fall of his fiance's ribs.

"Please," he says, pushing closer and twisting against Yuuri, trying to fit himself up against the Maou's hips with a whimpering plea. "

yuuri_maou March 7 2006, 07:17:17 UTC

With a low purr, he licks away a bead a sweat that slides down Wolfram’s neck. Beginning to plaster against his pale skin, Wolfram’s hair lays in dark gold enticing curls. Beautiful, beautiful boy. Wolfram moves closer insistently, and he presses his hand firmly into the small of the boy’s back, holding him forcefully in place, though his fiancé has no interest in leaving, and trusts against him several times in reward ( ... )

goldenbishounen March 31 2006, 04:47:12 UTC

He isn't expecting the sudden invasion of Yuuri's finger, and his breath turns to a thin panting as he pushes up in an attempt at escape, feet sliding on the floor and parting his legs a little further. At first, he's so focused on the faint burning stretch that he doesn't make much sense of the words Yuuri speaks against his ear. He whimpers, fingers clenching on shoulders until the initial discomfort eases off into something not yet comfortable, but no longer more than an almost pleasant ache ( ... )

yuuri_maou April 1 2006, 06:50:45 UTC

Wolfram is hot and dry deep inside; a tight, welcoming heat that’s only his. Just waiting for him, like he’s always been waiting for him. It makes him want to throw the boy to the floor and mount him now, forgoing any system of love-making for violent animal need. Wolfram is not helping his restraint either. For his hunger, dark and insatiable, rises with every little sound Wolfram makes, and he twists his fingers quickly within the boy to draw out the little songs his bird can play. Yuuri would be appalled. He wants his little lover to feel this in the morning ( ... )

goldenbishounen April 19 2006, 15:45:00 UTC

The Maou's words do not serve as warning enough, and the noise that forces its way out of his throat is a sort of keening howl. He jerks, the rough surface of the wall scraping his back as the leg he stands on gives way. Shaking, his hands fist in Yuuri's hair, pulling without thinking about what he's doing ( ... )

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