To Turn the Other Cheek; part two
Title: To Turn the Other Cheek
Author: Niko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: YurixWolfram
Genre: Angst/Romance
Chapters: 2/?
Comments: End of series spoilers.
Summary: Ending thier engagement was the easy part. Now Yuri is faced with the difficulties of its after effects and forced to rethink many things he's overlooked.
Thanks to Karyx, my beta reader, for trying to keep up.
Yuri found it very hard to remain focused through the next day’s routine. Every word Gunter spoke seemed to blend together to form a backdrop of fluctuating excitement to the king’s frantic thoughts. In his mind he could still see Gwendel’s furrowed brow when he’d come to him after breakfast with the long anticipated answer to the open ended question of his engagement.
“Annulled?” he had asked in his more surprised of tones.
Conrad had shared his surprise, his face slack with widened eyes that stared at Yuri and then at the figure of Wolfram who had accompanied his ex-fiancé. Gunter’s astonishment only led to a long discussion of protocol, which captured Gwendel’s attention but failed to seep past Yuri’s inner dread. He had turned his face away from Conrad, seeing the look on the soldier’s face. It was the only thing more terrible than Yuri’s private thoughts. A look of disappointment directed at the young king as he stood there silently at attention while details were agreed upon on both Yuri and Wolfram’s behalf.
For his part, Wolfram had behaved better than Yuri had expected. His crying done the night before, he seemed only irritable and disinterested when the time had come. It was as though he were as happy to end the charade as Yuri was, if not a little resentful. It was the small crack in his voice as he answered his brothers’ questioning looks that had given away the pain he still sheltered.
“Hmph. I don’t care. If he wants to be rid of me so badly, then fine. It’s his loss. I’d like to see a wimp like him do better.”
“Don’t call me a wimp,” was the automated response but it seemed dead on his lips. He didn’t care what Wolfram called him, not when it was truer than he could express on his own.
The talking had seemed to go on forever. Gunter had produced zealous declarations of the annulment, which were full of such adoration for his king. Gwendel’s responsibility had turned to pointing out the backlash such biased praises could produce against Wolfram. Yuri found it difficult to stand and listen to them. He did not feel great or wonderful at the time, nor did thoughts of the speculations against Wolfram’s character fill him with anything but more guilt. He felt stupid listening to them validate Wolfram’s statements from the night before, showing much more perception on the matter than had ever crossed Yuri’s mind. For being the easy part, it seemed more complicated and intricate to bring into being than summoning the words to speak to Wolfram had been.
He had only been too happy to put the whole matter into Gwendel’s hands. With papers piled high from his absence and other duties to perform, Gunter and himself had left the brothers alone to their complicated task.
Now Gunter stood at his side, explaining the details of some treaty or parchment sitting before him and the only thing Yuri could think of was the night to come.
Making the announcement had been the beginning of the end. Never before had he heard of an annulment being consummated through sex but under the circumstances, there seemed no way around it. It had been Wolfram’s last request as his fiancé, and he had agreed to it in a rather embarrassing lack of self restraint. If he backed out now, what reason did Wolfram have to ever trust him again? What kind of king makes empty promises to a friend?
Yuri did not want to be such a king. But as a man, it was a dreadful thought.
Sex with another man-touching another man's penis and letting him touch his-the thought made him pale and swallow hard. He couldn’t conceive himself being aroused in such a situation. He tried not to think of the thin, calloused fingers sliding up and down his length the way his own did. His color turned from white to green as more forbidden thoughts of came to mind.
Excusing himself in a hurry, he fled from Gunter’s sight and the piles of work still undone and went to his room. He needed to lie down, to figure a way out that wouldn’t end in hurting his friend more than he already had and wouldn’t involve his involvement in such acts.
The day seemed to shorten in spite of him as the sun began its fateful descent on the horizon. Yuri took refuge in the bath to buy some time, vowing to tell Wolfram he had just wanted to be clean and refreshed for the act if he was put to questioning. The hot steamy water made him genuinely relaxed for a moment before his thoughts could catch up to him. There really was nothing like a nice, hot bath. He had always thought so, especially after a hard day.
“If life was a baseball game, I’d be calling for my relief pitcher about now,” he mused as he soaked comfortably in the large pool. Perhaps if he took long enough, Wolfram would fall asleep before he could come to him. Then it would be the blonde’s fault things had not gone according to plan and Yuri could find a way to get control of the situation again.
Such thoughts were poison, though, and Yuri dismissed them with a guilty conscience, reminding himself of all the problems he was causing his friend and the look Conrad had given him that morning. He imagined how it must feel to be the subject of someone who had broken your brother’s heart.
Brother....
Yuri held his breath and sank under the surface of the water.
He had called Conrad his brother, once. It was meant to be reassuring, to raise his spirits when his true brother lay practically dead in a coffin shaped box. He hated to see Conrad worried or sad. He just wanted to cheer him up.
Wolfram had looked so....
Yuri’s ears began to pop and he let some breath out in bubbles that rose in front of his nose.
Maybe he had meant it as a sign of his intentions. Maybe. But things had changed. He was told he could never return; he had tried to move past his life in Shin Makoku. Whatever was said before was out of desperation and a desire to comfort and tie up loose ends. He’d resolved his issues with his marriage in his time on earth. He wasn’t in love with Wolfram. Wolfram was a guy and, as fond of him as he was, that fact could not be altered.
Yuri felt the pang in his chest as his lungs burned for air and rose up with a gasp, hearing the splash of waves as they crashed against the edged of the enormous tub. He kept his head down, droplets of water riding down the edges of his black hair and dripping to the dying waves.
His good intentions seemed to add up to a mess of lies. He had a feeling that if he kept thinking so hard about events, he’d regret his own birth.
“Yuri....”
The king froze, his eyes snapping wide.
It was Wolfram’s voice.
Yuri tilted his head to the side and looked at the blonde. Wolfram sat on the edge of the tub beside him, legs curled under with a small beige towel wrapped around his waist. The warm mist of the bath seemed to part around him giving an ethereal grace to his appearance. “You were supposed to come to me tonight.”
“I was...” Yuri looked back at the water. “I was avoiding you. I’m sorry.”
Wolfram splashed him and Yuri threw his arms up in defense should Wolfram decide to jump on him and beat him to death. “You wimp! I held up my part of the bargain!”
“Yes, Wolfram, I’m a wimp. I’m also a coward. I’m everything you have ever said I was.”
“Now’s a fine time to agree with me!”
Yuri felt his blood boiling. “There’s no pleasing you, is there, Wolfram? Why do you always have to get so damn defensive?”
“I’m not the one who can’t figure out what he wants.”
Yuri glared at him and stalked over to the end of the bath. Taking hold of Wolfram’s forearm, he pulled the gawking blond into the water. Emerging, Wolfram grabbed Yuri’s shoulders and dunked him backwards, following him down to roll and tumble while their hands clawed at each other with almost ruthless abandon.
Neither one remembered when their lips met but each would blame the other for the contact. Breathless from their fight, still ready to go, Yuri pulled back in shock. His lips tingled and he felt what he figured was the proverbial spark that people always talked about. It was a sensation that did not pass and he felt numb as his tongue licked across the stimulated flesh of his mouth.
Wolfram’s arms were already around Yuri’s torso from their death roll under the rippling surface. He tightened them instinctively, changing his grasp to one of less aggression, the palms of his shaking hands laying flat against his king’s back as he stared into Yuri’s face with hopeful eyes.
Yuri hesitated then leaned in; Wolfram tilted his head as they kissed again. The young king placed his hands on the soldier’s narrow hips, his thumbs curling in towards his naval on the flat surface of his stomach. It felt like everything was in a haze, as though he’d held his breath too long and was clutching the edge of consciousness. It was warm and delicate, though, with a sweet scent that hung in the air like it would melt away if he tried too hard to catch it.
He felt Wolfram’s experimental caress against his rising arousal and jerked in surprise. “No...uh...you don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Yuri shook his head. “No.... Let’s just....” He looked around, then started pulling them back towards the side of the bath. “Just...face the wall.”
Wolfram looked at him curiously, as though Yuri were planning something, some way to disengage from the direction things had deviated.
“I...if we’re going to have sex it’ll be easier if you face away from me...to, uh...put it in.”
Wolfram made a face but did as instructed, parting his legs and arching his back to press his hips in Yuri’s direction.
The king had never been so turned on by the small of someone’s back. The dip of his spine before the rise of his backside seemed almost ridiculously erotic and he found his hands following his back from his shoulders to the globes of his ass to enjoy the contours of Wolfram’s young body. Despite the narrow angle of his hips, it wasn’t hard to pretend the lean body belonged to a woman. A thin, blonde, green eyed, beautiful woman.
Yuri didn’t know whether to feel betrayed by or grateful for his now fully developed erection. This was a guy, he reminded himself-but not too sternly. This was one promise he could make good on. It didn’t make up for the past but it set a new precedent for the future. If he could save the world from the clutches of evil, he could have sex with Wolfram Von Bielefeld and vice versa.
So why was he so scared?
Worried Wolfram might turn around and dispel the allure of his body, Yuri felt down along the crack between his cheeks for the small entrance to the passage where their love-making would be consummated. His finger ran against the rippled flesh as Wolfram’s frame rocked into the touch. Upon insertion of his first digit he expected perhaps a gasp or flinch from his partner. He’d never personally inserted anything into his ass but he imagined that the sensation of an ‘out’ turning into an ‘in’ would be strange at the least. Wolfram didn’t seem to mind, neither pain nor pleasure showing in his body language. He simply stood still and allowed Yuri to feel him out from the inside.
Yuri’s finger was enveloped in a strange, silken warmth that felt more enticing than dissuading. The way the flesh of Wolfram’s outer ring formed firmly around his finger made him bite his lip, imaging his dick being hugged in its clutches and rubbed across the velvety inner walls. Guys had anal sex with girls all the time. Enjoying it wouldn’t be the same as being gay.
Wolfram’s breath came in heavier as Yuri worked him with two fingers, this time hearing hitches in his breath as he pushed in and tested the resistance of his body as he scissored out. He was rocking against him again, causing the water to wave and slash. Yuri wasn’t afraid of them being disturbed, though. This was the Maou’s private bath.
“Yuri...stop stalling. Come on,” Wolfram protested huskily, head thrown back a bit, moisture rolling down his back from his hair.
“This isn’t stalling.”
“It is the way you’re doing it.”
Yuri glared at the back of his head and pulled his fingers from him. “If you’re got a problem with-a-aah....” His body trembled as Wolfram rubbed his ass against his stiff arousal, hands instantly clutching his pelvis to press back into the contact.
“I want you, Yuri. Take me now,” was Wolfram’s sultry whisper as he twisted and curled back, kissing Yuri’s open lips while his hand caressed his cheek. “Show me the power of a wimp’s convictions.”
After that, it was a blur. There were fragments, bits and pieces here and there that put together a whole enough picture, but in all there was a haze like the mists of the bath over his memories of their time together. He could remember the instance when he was immersed in Wolfram’s passage, how he’d made noises deep in his throat that drove Yuri wild. He remembered how his name sounded echoing off of the stone walls, the splashing of the water, their labored breaths. He knew he heard Wolfram tell him he loved him but the words he used were gone from his mind. There was passion, pleasure, and release all rolled into an instant, too small a time to contain the details that made it whole. Yuri wondered mildly just how much time had passed in reality.
The lips that kissed him were so much warmer than the stone on his back. He was resting on the side of the bath, he figured, too calm and relaxed to open his eyes. He kissed back slightly, almost disappointed it only lasted a moment.
Without a word spoken, he heard footsteps fade towards the door. Looking over, he saw Wolfram’s retreating form, beige towel wrapped around him again, a slight change in his step. He changed back into his clothes near the door, just a simple pair of blue sleep pants he’d thrown on before searching for Yuri earlier.
Not his nightgown, Yuri noticed, still watching quietly. He hadn’t seen Wolfram sleep in anything but his pink gown for as long as he could remember. It was funny that something so simple would cause a pang in his chest. Things were changing.
The door opened and shut with a small inrush of air. It felt cool over Yuri’s flesh and made him wish for the warmth of his own clothing. Sitting up, Yuri felt his hand strike something light that toppled over at his touch. Turning his head, he stared at something he had not seen in a very long time that caused him to pause mid-motion as his mind replayed the night’s events in new light.
Laying on its side, half empty, was a bottle of Cecilie’s perfume.
Author: Niko
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: YurixWolfram
Genre: Angst/Romance
Chapters: 2/?
Comments: End of series spoilers.
Summary: Ending thier engagement was the easy part. Now Yuri is faced with the difficulties of its after effects and forced to rethink many things he's overlooked.
Thanks to Karyx, my beta reader, for trying to keep up.
Yuri found it very hard to remain focused through the next day’s routine. Every word Gunter spoke seemed to blend together to form a backdrop of fluctuating excitement to the king’s frantic thoughts. In his mind he could still see Gwendel’s furrowed brow when he’d come to him after breakfast with the long anticipated answer to the open ended question of his engagement.
“Annulled?” he had asked in his more surprised of tones.
Conrad had shared his surprise, his face slack with widened eyes that stared at Yuri and then at the figure of Wolfram who had accompanied his ex-fiancé. Gunter’s astonishment only led to a long discussion of protocol, which captured Gwendel’s attention but failed to seep past Yuri’s inner dread. He had turned his face away from Conrad, seeing the look on the soldier’s face. It was the only thing more terrible than Yuri’s private thoughts. A look of disappointment directed at the young king as he stood there silently at attention while details were agreed upon on both Yuri and Wolfram’s behalf.
For his part, Wolfram had behaved better than Yuri had expected. His crying done the night before, he seemed only irritable and disinterested when the time had come. It was as though he were as happy to end the charade as Yuri was, if not a little resentful. It was the small crack in his voice as he answered his brothers’ questioning looks that had given away the pain he still sheltered.
“Hmph. I don’t care. If he wants to be rid of me so badly, then fine. It’s his loss. I’d like to see a wimp like him do better.”
“Don’t call me a wimp,” was the automated response but it seemed dead on his lips. He didn’t care what Wolfram called him, not when it was truer than he could express on his own.
The talking had seemed to go on forever. Gunter had produced zealous declarations of the annulment, which were full of such adoration for his king. Gwendel’s responsibility had turned to pointing out the backlash such biased praises could produce against Wolfram. Yuri found it difficult to stand and listen to them. He did not feel great or wonderful at the time, nor did thoughts of the speculations against Wolfram’s character fill him with anything but more guilt. He felt stupid listening to them validate Wolfram’s statements from the night before, showing much more perception on the matter than had ever crossed Yuri’s mind. For being the easy part, it seemed more complicated and intricate to bring into being than summoning the words to speak to Wolfram had been.
He had only been too happy to put the whole matter into Gwendel’s hands. With papers piled high from his absence and other duties to perform, Gunter and himself had left the brothers alone to their complicated task.
Now Gunter stood at his side, explaining the details of some treaty or parchment sitting before him and the only thing Yuri could think of was the night to come.
Making the announcement had been the beginning of the end. Never before had he heard of an annulment being consummated through sex but under the circumstances, there seemed no way around it. It had been Wolfram’s last request as his fiancé, and he had agreed to it in a rather embarrassing lack of self restraint. If he backed out now, what reason did Wolfram have to ever trust him again? What kind of king makes empty promises to a friend?
Yuri did not want to be such a king. But as a man, it was a dreadful thought.
Sex with another man-touching another man's penis and letting him touch his-the thought made him pale and swallow hard. He couldn’t conceive himself being aroused in such a situation. He tried not to think of the thin, calloused fingers sliding up and down his length the way his own did. His color turned from white to green as more forbidden thoughts of came to mind.
Excusing himself in a hurry, he fled from Gunter’s sight and the piles of work still undone and went to his room. He needed to lie down, to figure a way out that wouldn’t end in hurting his friend more than he already had and wouldn’t involve his involvement in such acts.
The day seemed to shorten in spite of him as the sun began its fateful descent on the horizon. Yuri took refuge in the bath to buy some time, vowing to tell Wolfram he had just wanted to be clean and refreshed for the act if he was put to questioning. The hot steamy water made him genuinely relaxed for a moment before his thoughts could catch up to him. There really was nothing like a nice, hot bath. He had always thought so, especially after a hard day.
“If life was a baseball game, I’d be calling for my relief pitcher about now,” he mused as he soaked comfortably in the large pool. Perhaps if he took long enough, Wolfram would fall asleep before he could come to him. Then it would be the blonde’s fault things had not gone according to plan and Yuri could find a way to get control of the situation again.
Such thoughts were poison, though, and Yuri dismissed them with a guilty conscience, reminding himself of all the problems he was causing his friend and the look Conrad had given him that morning. He imagined how it must feel to be the subject of someone who had broken your brother’s heart.
Brother....
Yuri held his breath and sank under the surface of the water.
He had called Conrad his brother, once. It was meant to be reassuring, to raise his spirits when his true brother lay practically dead in a coffin shaped box. He hated to see Conrad worried or sad. He just wanted to cheer him up.
Wolfram had looked so....
Yuri’s ears began to pop and he let some breath out in bubbles that rose in front of his nose.
Maybe he had meant it as a sign of his intentions. Maybe. But things had changed. He was told he could never return; he had tried to move past his life in Shin Makoku. Whatever was said before was out of desperation and a desire to comfort and tie up loose ends. He’d resolved his issues with his marriage in his time on earth. He wasn’t in love with Wolfram. Wolfram was a guy and, as fond of him as he was, that fact could not be altered.
Yuri felt the pang in his chest as his lungs burned for air and rose up with a gasp, hearing the splash of waves as they crashed against the edged of the enormous tub. He kept his head down, droplets of water riding down the edges of his black hair and dripping to the dying waves.
His good intentions seemed to add up to a mess of lies. He had a feeling that if he kept thinking so hard about events, he’d regret his own birth.
“Yuri....”
The king froze, his eyes snapping wide.
It was Wolfram’s voice.
Yuri tilted his head to the side and looked at the blonde. Wolfram sat on the edge of the tub beside him, legs curled under with a small beige towel wrapped around his waist. The warm mist of the bath seemed to part around him giving an ethereal grace to his appearance. “You were supposed to come to me tonight.”
“I was...” Yuri looked back at the water. “I was avoiding you. I’m sorry.”
Wolfram splashed him and Yuri threw his arms up in defense should Wolfram decide to jump on him and beat him to death. “You wimp! I held up my part of the bargain!”
“Yes, Wolfram, I’m a wimp. I’m also a coward. I’m everything you have ever said I was.”
“Now’s a fine time to agree with me!”
Yuri felt his blood boiling. “There’s no pleasing you, is there, Wolfram? Why do you always have to get so damn defensive?”
“I’m not the one who can’t figure out what he wants.”
Yuri glared at him and stalked over to the end of the bath. Taking hold of Wolfram’s forearm, he pulled the gawking blond into the water. Emerging, Wolfram grabbed Yuri’s shoulders and dunked him backwards, following him down to roll and tumble while their hands clawed at each other with almost ruthless abandon.
Neither one remembered when their lips met but each would blame the other for the contact. Breathless from their fight, still ready to go, Yuri pulled back in shock. His lips tingled and he felt what he figured was the proverbial spark that people always talked about. It was a sensation that did not pass and he felt numb as his tongue licked across the stimulated flesh of his mouth.
Wolfram’s arms were already around Yuri’s torso from their death roll under the rippling surface. He tightened them instinctively, changing his grasp to one of less aggression, the palms of his shaking hands laying flat against his king’s back as he stared into Yuri’s face with hopeful eyes.
Yuri hesitated then leaned in; Wolfram tilted his head as they kissed again. The young king placed his hands on the soldier’s narrow hips, his thumbs curling in towards his naval on the flat surface of his stomach. It felt like everything was in a haze, as though he’d held his breath too long and was clutching the edge of consciousness. It was warm and delicate, though, with a sweet scent that hung in the air like it would melt away if he tried too hard to catch it.
He felt Wolfram’s experimental caress against his rising arousal and jerked in surprise. “No...uh...you don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Yuri shook his head. “No.... Let’s just....” He looked around, then started pulling them back towards the side of the bath. “Just...face the wall.”
Wolfram looked at him curiously, as though Yuri were planning something, some way to disengage from the direction things had deviated.
“I...if we’re going to have sex it’ll be easier if you face away from me...to, uh...put it in.”
Wolfram made a face but did as instructed, parting his legs and arching his back to press his hips in Yuri’s direction.
The king had never been so turned on by the small of someone’s back. The dip of his spine before the rise of his backside seemed almost ridiculously erotic and he found his hands following his back from his shoulders to the globes of his ass to enjoy the contours of Wolfram’s young body. Despite the narrow angle of his hips, it wasn’t hard to pretend the lean body belonged to a woman. A thin, blonde, green eyed, beautiful woman.
Yuri didn’t know whether to feel betrayed by or grateful for his now fully developed erection. This was a guy, he reminded himself-but not too sternly. This was one promise he could make good on. It didn’t make up for the past but it set a new precedent for the future. If he could save the world from the clutches of evil, he could have sex with Wolfram Von Bielefeld and vice versa.
So why was he so scared?
Worried Wolfram might turn around and dispel the allure of his body, Yuri felt down along the crack between his cheeks for the small entrance to the passage where their love-making would be consummated. His finger ran against the rippled flesh as Wolfram’s frame rocked into the touch. Upon insertion of his first digit he expected perhaps a gasp or flinch from his partner. He’d never personally inserted anything into his ass but he imagined that the sensation of an ‘out’ turning into an ‘in’ would be strange at the least. Wolfram didn’t seem to mind, neither pain nor pleasure showing in his body language. He simply stood still and allowed Yuri to feel him out from the inside.
Yuri’s finger was enveloped in a strange, silken warmth that felt more enticing than dissuading. The way the flesh of Wolfram’s outer ring formed firmly around his finger made him bite his lip, imaging his dick being hugged in its clutches and rubbed across the velvety inner walls. Guys had anal sex with girls all the time. Enjoying it wouldn’t be the same as being gay.
Wolfram’s breath came in heavier as Yuri worked him with two fingers, this time hearing hitches in his breath as he pushed in and tested the resistance of his body as he scissored out. He was rocking against him again, causing the water to wave and slash. Yuri wasn’t afraid of them being disturbed, though. This was the Maou’s private bath.
“Yuri...stop stalling. Come on,” Wolfram protested huskily, head thrown back a bit, moisture rolling down his back from his hair.
“This isn’t stalling.”
“It is the way you’re doing it.”
Yuri glared at the back of his head and pulled his fingers from him. “If you’re got a problem with-a-aah....” His body trembled as Wolfram rubbed his ass against his stiff arousal, hands instantly clutching his pelvis to press back into the contact.
“I want you, Yuri. Take me now,” was Wolfram’s sultry whisper as he twisted and curled back, kissing Yuri’s open lips while his hand caressed his cheek. “Show me the power of a wimp’s convictions.”
After that, it was a blur. There were fragments, bits and pieces here and there that put together a whole enough picture, but in all there was a haze like the mists of the bath over his memories of their time together. He could remember the instance when he was immersed in Wolfram’s passage, how he’d made noises deep in his throat that drove Yuri wild. He remembered how his name sounded echoing off of the stone walls, the splashing of the water, their labored breaths. He knew he heard Wolfram tell him he loved him but the words he used were gone from his mind. There was passion, pleasure, and release all rolled into an instant, too small a time to contain the details that made it whole. Yuri wondered mildly just how much time had passed in reality.
The lips that kissed him were so much warmer than the stone on his back. He was resting on the side of the bath, he figured, too calm and relaxed to open his eyes. He kissed back slightly, almost disappointed it only lasted a moment.
Without a word spoken, he heard footsteps fade towards the door. Looking over, he saw Wolfram’s retreating form, beige towel wrapped around him again, a slight change in his step. He changed back into his clothes near the door, just a simple pair of blue sleep pants he’d thrown on before searching for Yuri earlier.
Not his nightgown, Yuri noticed, still watching quietly. He hadn’t seen Wolfram sleep in anything but his pink gown for as long as he could remember. It was funny that something so simple would cause a pang in his chest. Things were changing.
The door opened and shut with a small inrush of air. It felt cool over Yuri’s flesh and made him wish for the warmth of his own clothing. Sitting up, Yuri felt his hand strike something light that toppled over at his touch. Turning his head, he stared at something he had not seen in a very long time that caused him to pause mid-motion as his mind replayed the night’s events in new light.
Laying on its side, half empty, was a bottle of Cecilie’s perfume.