FIC: TAATS Chapter 4: Nighttime Rendezvous
Title: The Admirer and the Sage (Chapter 4: Nighttime Rendezvous)
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: Slightly M (this chapter)
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count: 1406
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: After failing to fall asleep due to brooding, Wolfram decides to take a night stroll. Borderline M rating.
Prior chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3
Chapter 4: Nighttime Rendezvous
The night of that disastrous meeting, Wolfram found that he couldn't sleep. He knew that it was less about what took place in the meeting, and more about what took place after it.
Even though he had forced himself through many situations after ending his engagement to Yuuri, for some reason the earlier event with Yuuri flirting with the maid had affected him immensely, more than it had in quite some time.
His carefully constructed facade of indifference to Yuuri's relationships had almost cracked that evening, and he didn't quite understand why.
Wolfram had seen Yuuri flirting with someone much more stronger than earlier, and had watched him dance close to women as well. Even finding out that Yuuri had lost his virginity hadn't stung him as much as earlier.
A part of him wondered if it were less about his lingering feelings for Yuuri and more because he was so very lonely.
The thought startled him, but the truth within it rang throughout his mind. Why else would Yuuri's simple flirting bother him when he hadn't been as affected when he did worse? Why else was he brooding about his situation instead of getting some well-needed sleep?
Why else was he starting to look forward to the masked man's visits?
After another sleepless hour of angsting, musing and whatnot, Wolfram gave up on the notion of sleeping and decided to take a night stroll. Convincing Gwendal's guards that he was in no danger of being harmed delayed him a few moments, and for awhile he stood there arguing with them to let him go out. It wasn't until he threw one of his old-fashioned temper tantrums and threatened to castrate each one of them with a fireball that he was left alone.
A simple stroll turned into a complex walk, and before long he found himself quite far from the castle.
He was completely lost in his thoughts, and had he been paying more attention, he would have noticed that he had been followed for quite some time. As he paused at the end of a path and contemplated on whether to go left or right, a hand covered his mouth and he was pulled back into someone's body.
“Promise not to scream, and I'll remove my hand,” a familiar, accented voice said to him. “You know I wouldn't hurt someone so beautiful.”
Wolfram was both furious and excited at the same time, which was how he reacted to this man every time he came across him. He nodded his head to let the man know he wouldn't scream, and the hand fell from his mouth and the man's arm wrapped around his waist.
“What do you want this time?” Wolfram asked in an annoyed voice. He would be damned if he let the masked man know that he had looked forward to seeing him.
The man laughed lightly. “I only want to spend some time with the most beautiful person in all of Shin Makoku.”
That remark, coupled with the angst that had been building in Wolfram, made him emit a bitter laugh. “Is that all you can think about? How beautiful I am? Do you realize how much I hate that?”
“What do you mean?” the masked man asked in a curious-sounding voice. He pulled Wolfram even closer to him.
“What I mean is, people are always harping on how beautiful I am. That's all they say about me, as if that's the only thing there is to me,” the blond said. “Do you know how many times I've wished I was average-looking, or plain, or even ugly? My looks have only brought me heartache!”
“Wolfram...” the other man started, his voice different from before.
“I hear people all the time say how much they wish they could be beautiful like me, or how if they were beautiful like me they could have anyone they wanted. Well, that's a lie. My beauty wasn't enough to get me what I wanted more than anything,” he ranted.
“What was that, the Maou?” the masked man scoffed. “Why don't you forget about him? He isn't worth you or your time...”
“Don't. Don't ever. Just don't say anything about that, you have no right!”
“Oh, I have no right to tell you that you deserve someone who appreciates you? Someone who would acknowledge your love, and perhaps even return it?”
“Someone like who? You? Don't make me laugh!” Wolfram remarked.
“Why would you say something like that,” the masked man asked.
“You only care about my beauty!”
“How do you know that?”
“That's all you ever bring up!”
“I'm just acknowledging its existence; I like beautiful things. However, beauty isn't enough to keep me interested. There has to be something else there as well. If I didn't like all of you, and not just your beauty, I wouldn't be going out of my way to do this just for you,” the masked man said, his voice uncharacteristically serious.
Wolfram found the man's revelation that he was doing all of this for him shocking..
“Just for me? You're doing this just for me? Why are you doing this anyhow?” Wolfram asked, curiously.
“Because I want you,” the masked man said, and pressed his lips against the side of Wolfram's neck.
Wolfram let out a gasp of surprise mixed with pleasure. The man laughed lightly and trailed his tongue up Wolfram's neck to the back of his ear, and gave it a light nip which caused him to moan and the masked man to chuckle yet again.
He knew that he should have pulled away. He also knew that while the man was distracted he could finally catch him and fry him to a crisp, but knowing something and acting on it were two different things.
Wolfram was too distracted by the pleasurable feelings that he couldn't do much of anything. He was so starved for physical contact that once he finally had it, he couldn't let it go. He was right where the man wanted him to be, and the man was fully taking advantage of it.
Unable to stop. Unwilling to stop.
The man continued to lick and kiss at Wolfram's neck and ear, and pulled Wolfram even further backwards into him. Wolfram felt how aroused the other man was, and his own arousal started to become obvious. His body melted as the masked man ground into his backside, and Wolfram didn't even bother to protest as the man pulled his shirt out of his pants and started to run his hands up and down Wolfram's torso and chest.
The man suddenly removed his hands from under Wolfram's shirt, and he found himself aching to have them back on him. He was so close to demanding that he put them back when the man swiftly turned him around to look at him.
His eyes widened as the man took his face in his hands, and leaned in to kiss him. Wolfram was so aroused that he leaned in as well to meet the man's lips. Before contact could be made, however, a voice in the distance sounded out.
“Wolfram! Wolfram where are you?!,” Gwendal's enraged voice rang out in the night.
Both men pulled away from each other, the spell broken. The masked man smiled at Wolfram, who was still not quite there at the moment. He pecked him on the cheek, and before Wolfram could at least pretend to attempt to catch him, ran between the trees.
Wolfram heard Gwendal's voice close in on him, and shook himself out of his entrancement. He quickly tucked his shirt back into place, and walked back towards the castle.
As a stunned Wolfram von Bielefeld walked away, a ghostly figure that had been watching and listening to the entire exchange between Wolfram and the masked man emerged from behind a tree.
He was beyond amused at the scene that had played out in front of him, and he chuckled.
“Things are becoming quite interesting,” Shinou quietly said to himself.
Author's note: Well, there's chapter 4. I released it early as a birthday present to myself. LOL. Chapter 5: Wolfram has an erotic dream and a stunning revelation. Murata broods and confronts. Most importantly, however, he delivers a verbal smackdown at the dinner table - in Wolfram's defense.
Next chapter: 5
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: Slightly M (this chapter)
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count: 1406
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: After failing to fall asleep due to brooding, Wolfram decides to take a night stroll. Borderline M rating.
Prior chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3
Chapter 4: Nighttime Rendezvous
The night of that disastrous meeting, Wolfram found that he couldn't sleep. He knew that it was less about what took place in the meeting, and more about what took place after it.
Even though he had forced himself through many situations after ending his engagement to Yuuri, for some reason the earlier event with Yuuri flirting with the maid had affected him immensely, more than it had in quite some time.
His carefully constructed facade of indifference to Yuuri's relationships had almost cracked that evening, and he didn't quite understand why.
Wolfram had seen Yuuri flirting with someone much more stronger than earlier, and had watched him dance close to women as well. Even finding out that Yuuri had lost his virginity hadn't stung him as much as earlier.
A part of him wondered if it were less about his lingering feelings for Yuuri and more because he was so very lonely.
The thought startled him, but the truth within it rang throughout his mind. Why else would Yuuri's simple flirting bother him when he hadn't been as affected when he did worse? Why else was he brooding about his situation instead of getting some well-needed sleep?
Why else was he starting to look forward to the masked man's visits?
After another sleepless hour of angsting, musing and whatnot, Wolfram gave up on the notion of sleeping and decided to take a night stroll. Convincing Gwendal's guards that he was in no danger of being harmed delayed him a few moments, and for awhile he stood there arguing with them to let him go out. It wasn't until he threw one of his old-fashioned temper tantrums and threatened to castrate each one of them with a fireball that he was left alone.
A simple stroll turned into a complex walk, and before long he found himself quite far from the castle.
He was completely lost in his thoughts, and had he been paying more attention, he would have noticed that he had been followed for quite some time. As he paused at the end of a path and contemplated on whether to go left or right, a hand covered his mouth and he was pulled back into someone's body.
“Promise not to scream, and I'll remove my hand,” a familiar, accented voice said to him. “You know I wouldn't hurt someone so beautiful.”
Wolfram was both furious and excited at the same time, which was how he reacted to this man every time he came across him. He nodded his head to let the man know he wouldn't scream, and the hand fell from his mouth and the man's arm wrapped around his waist.
“What do you want this time?” Wolfram asked in an annoyed voice. He would be damned if he let the masked man know that he had looked forward to seeing him.
The man laughed lightly. “I only want to spend some time with the most beautiful person in all of Shin Makoku.”
That remark, coupled with the angst that had been building in Wolfram, made him emit a bitter laugh. “Is that all you can think about? How beautiful I am? Do you realize how much I hate that?”
“What do you mean?” the masked man asked in a curious-sounding voice. He pulled Wolfram even closer to him.
“What I mean is, people are always harping on how beautiful I am. That's all they say about me, as if that's the only thing there is to me,” the blond said. “Do you know how many times I've wished I was average-looking, or plain, or even ugly? My looks have only brought me heartache!”
“Wolfram...” the other man started, his voice different from before.
“I hear people all the time say how much they wish they could be beautiful like me, or how if they were beautiful like me they could have anyone they wanted. Well, that's a lie. My beauty wasn't enough to get me what I wanted more than anything,” he ranted.
“What was that, the Maou?” the masked man scoffed. “Why don't you forget about him? He isn't worth you or your time...”
“Don't. Don't ever. Just don't say anything about that, you have no right!”
“Oh, I have no right to tell you that you deserve someone who appreciates you? Someone who would acknowledge your love, and perhaps even return it?”
“Someone like who? You? Don't make me laugh!” Wolfram remarked.
“Why would you say something like that,” the masked man asked.
“You only care about my beauty!”
“How do you know that?”
“That's all you ever bring up!”
“I'm just acknowledging its existence; I like beautiful things. However, beauty isn't enough to keep me interested. There has to be something else there as well. If I didn't like all of you, and not just your beauty, I wouldn't be going out of my way to do this just for you,” the masked man said, his voice uncharacteristically serious.
Wolfram found the man's revelation that he was doing all of this for him shocking..
“Just for me? You're doing this just for me? Why are you doing this anyhow?” Wolfram asked, curiously.
“Because I want you,” the masked man said, and pressed his lips against the side of Wolfram's neck.
Wolfram let out a gasp of surprise mixed with pleasure. The man laughed lightly and trailed his tongue up Wolfram's neck to the back of his ear, and gave it a light nip which caused him to moan and the masked man to chuckle yet again.
He knew that he should have pulled away. He also knew that while the man was distracted he could finally catch him and fry him to a crisp, but knowing something and acting on it were two different things.
Wolfram was too distracted by the pleasurable feelings that he couldn't do much of anything. He was so starved for physical contact that once he finally had it, he couldn't let it go. He was right where the man wanted him to be, and the man was fully taking advantage of it.
Unable to stop. Unwilling to stop.
The man continued to lick and kiss at Wolfram's neck and ear, and pulled Wolfram even further backwards into him. Wolfram felt how aroused the other man was, and his own arousal started to become obvious. His body melted as the masked man ground into his backside, and Wolfram didn't even bother to protest as the man pulled his shirt out of his pants and started to run his hands up and down Wolfram's torso and chest.
The man suddenly removed his hands from under Wolfram's shirt, and he found himself aching to have them back on him. He was so close to demanding that he put them back when the man swiftly turned him around to look at him.
His eyes widened as the man took his face in his hands, and leaned in to kiss him. Wolfram was so aroused that he leaned in as well to meet the man's lips. Before contact could be made, however, a voice in the distance sounded out.
“Wolfram! Wolfram where are you?!,” Gwendal's enraged voice rang out in the night.
Both men pulled away from each other, the spell broken. The masked man smiled at Wolfram, who was still not quite there at the moment. He pecked him on the cheek, and before Wolfram could at least pretend to attempt to catch him, ran between the trees.
Wolfram heard Gwendal's voice close in on him, and shook himself out of his entrancement. He quickly tucked his shirt back into place, and walked back towards the castle.
As a stunned Wolfram von Bielefeld walked away, a ghostly figure that had been watching and listening to the entire exchange between Wolfram and the masked man emerged from behind a tree.
He was beyond amused at the scene that had played out in front of him, and he chuckled.
“Things are becoming quite interesting,” Shinou quietly said to himself.
Author's note: Well, there's chapter 4. I released it early as a birthday present to myself. LOL. Chapter 5: Wolfram has an erotic dream and a stunning revelation. Murata broods and confronts. Most importantly, however, he delivers a verbal smackdown at the dinner table - in Wolfram's defense.
Next chapter: 5