FIC: TAATS Chapter 5: Dream, Fantasy, Reality
Title: The Admirer and the Sage (Chapter 5: Dream, Fantasy, Reality)
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: Slightly M in the beginning, mostly T++
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count: 2333
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: Wolfram has an erotic dream and a stunning revelation. Murata broods and confronts. Most importantly, however, he delivers a verbal smack down at the dinner table - in Wolfram's defense. A tid Mature in the beginning.
Prior chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4
Chapter 5: Dream, Fantasy, Reality
“I want you, I want you so badly that I can't take this anymore,” Wolfram said as someone's hands massaged his naked body.
Wolfram couldn't see the man's face clearly, but there was something familiar about him. The man leaned closer and captured his lips with his own, and it sent a feeling like nothing else up and down his spine.
Wolfram moaned into the kiss, and didn't care who the man was. He was so aroused that he couldn't think straight. He reached up and ran his fingers through the man's hair.
'The masked man, it has to be the masked man,' he thought. but was quickly proven wrong when he got a good look at the color of hair in which his fingers were entwined.
'Black hair? Please, don't let this be Yuuri,' he thought, and when he realized the implications behind that thought he was shocked.
He didn't want it to be Yuuri.
He didn't want whoever this man was that was kissing and fondling his naked form to be Yuuri.
He didn't want Yuuri.
The man touched a part of him that made him cry out, and he felt wetness seep across his crotch. He heard a very familiar chuckle, and he looked up into the man's blurred face to try to figure out who he was.
The bleary form started to clarify, and Wolfram was surprised to realize just who he had allowed to take indecent pleasures with him.
He stared into the black eyes of Murata Ken.
Wolfram awakened in a haste, his heart still pounding and his body still flush. He was relieved to find that it was only a dream, but was confused as to why he would dream something like that about the Sage of all people.
He refused to allow himself to explore that line of thinking out of fear of what he would come up with, and sighed as he got up to wash away the remaining evidence of his forbidden dream.
At the same time that Wolfram was washing away his body's betrayal, the person partially responsible for his state was sitting in the shrine doing some brooding of his own.
Ever since his accident, Murata had been having various problems of his own. He would go to sleep in one place, and wake up in a completely different place. He would be doing one thing, and find himself suddenly doing another when he didn't remember changing over to do something. He would be sitting in one spot for what seemed like a few minutes, but would check the time and realize that he'd been sitting there for hours.
He was having blackouts.
He didn't want anyone in Shin Makoku to be unnerved, so he didn't let on to Yuuri or anyone else about his situation. The only others that knew what was happening to him was José, who was trying to help him back on Earth, and Shinou, who seemed amused by it all for some reason.
The Great Sage suspected that Shinou knew more about it than him, and didn't appreciate being the butt of some secret joke. He decided to confront his old friend again.
“Shinou, what do you know about what's happening to me?” he asked in a low voice.
“What makes you think I know anything?” the other man said, lightly.
“I'm almost certain that you know something, you wouldn't be so amused if you didn't,” he said.
Shinou laughed. “Just because I'm amused doesn't mean that I know something,” he teased.
Murata sighed. He was tired of blacking out and not having excuses for it, and didn't feel like being pranked. “Shinou, I swear, if I find you have anything to do with this...” he started.
The other man laughed. “I have nothing to do with any of this, at least not this time. This is all your work.”
Murata was confused by Shinou's words. “What do you mean all my work? What do you know about these blackouts?”
Shinou laughed again as he started to disappear.
“Wait! What do you mean this is all my work?!?” Murata cried out, in vain.
Murata walked towards the castle, which was more vibrant than usual. The former Maou, Cheri, had returned from her latest trip, and everyone was excited.
He had been invited to dinner to celebrate her return, and since he wasn't one to pass up good food for any reason, he had gladly accepted.
He entered the castle and made his way towards the dining room. He noted the wonderful smells that drifted through the air in the castle, and his stomach growled in anticipation of the good food that was awaiting him. He entered the dining room, and took a look around.
Gwendal, Conrad, Günter, Yuuri, Wolfram, Cheri, and even Yozak were all seated. He greeted everyone, and sat in the chair opposite of Wolfram, who was looking down at his hands for some reason. He raised his eyebrow, but didn't bother to say anything.
As the food was served, there was various conversation around the table - which Murata was too busy eating to partake in. Gwendal and Yozak filled Cheri in on the masked man, which intrigued her to no end. She actually squealed with delight when Wolfram's sexual harassment was mentioned, and Murata choked on his food in a sad attempt to prevent himself from laughing as Wolfram squawked in annoyance of his mother's reaction to his situation.
Murata glanced at the blond man, who once again went into a rant on how no one seemed to care about his situation. He felt a little pity for the other boy, but the situation was so amusing to him that he couldn't help but laugh every time it was brought up.
The idea that some guy in a mask was running around and causing so much trouble to Wolfram and the others was simply hilarious. Murata thought that whoever it is was playing with fire - literally. It was only a matter of time before he got burned. Badly.
As Murata looked over at Wolfram, who was still ranting, something tinged at the back of his mind. He found himself staring at the other man's neck, and noticed what suspiciously looked like a hickey.
Murata was shocked, and wondered if the masked man did that to Wolfram. He was even more shocked to find that he felt jealous for some reason.
Yozak said something teasing about the masked man to Wolfram, which caused him to turn his body in his chair so that he could glare at the redheaded man and say insulting things to him. When he turned, Murata got a better look at his neck. A memory? No, a fantasy. A fantasy went through his mind, one in which he was laying light kisses on Wolfram's neck from behind as the blond leaned into him and moaned. He fantasized about grinding into the other man...
It was at that point that Wolfram turned back into his seat normally, and his eyes met Murata's.
Murata, who was still fantasizing about kissing Wolfram's neck and feeling him up, turned beet-red. He wondered if Wolfram suspected something was off about him because the blond blushed brightly as well. They looked down and away from each other, quickly.
However, they weren't quick enough for Yozak, who was all too willing to point out what he had just witnessed.
“Your Highnesses, I can't help but notice that you two were looking at each other quite suggestively and blushing. Why, could there be something going on between you two?” he said, sweetly.
Both of there heads shot up at the same time. “There's nothing going on between us!” they protested, simultaneously.
“Ooh, and in the same voice too!” Yozak cooed, gleefully.
Murata internally groaned, and didn't miss the way the others were looking at him. Gwendal was eyeballing him with a suspicious (and menacing) look on his face, Conrad was smiling with a knowing look on his face, Cheri was beaming, and Yuuri just looked confused.
Cheri clapped her hands together loudly. “I can't believe it! Wolfram has a secret admirer and the Great Sage after him? I just knew my baby boy would find someone to love him!” she squealed.
“Oh yes, the secret admirer and the Sage,” Yozak said in a cryptic voice.
Gwendal grunted, and Conrad smiled wider. Wolfram slid down into his seat and sighed.
“Your Highness, is this true?” Günter asked in a happy voice. He clapped his hands together as well. “Oh, this means that I can finally have His Majesty all to myself!”
“Ah, I don't think so Günter,” Yuuri said, hastily. “Besides, Murata only likes girls. There's no way he's interested in Wolfram like that,” he said, innocently.
If Murata had been looking anywhere except at Wolfram when Yuuri made his remark, he would have remained silent and not said a thing. If he hadn't seen the other man's lips turn down, and had he missed the minute look of hurt that quickly shifted into a look of sheer misery, he wouldn't have been bothered enough by Yuuri's careless remarks to say what he said next.
“Well, Shibuya, I don't think it's fair for you to continue to speak for what I may or may not feel for Wolfram. I mean, it's not like I haven't been with men as well. Even in this lifetime, I've indulged in some same-sex relations, if you know what I mean,” he said, and winked in Yuuri's direction.
He internally laughed to himself as the other man's eyes widened in shock. He could have stopped there, but he didn't.
“Besides, I question the judgment of who wouldn't like someone as amazing as Wolfram like that,” he said, sweetly.
Once again, he was amused at the reactions of the people around the table. Yuuri simply gawked at Murata wordlessly, his innocent and naive mind trying to wrap itself around the notion that Murata was bisexual. Gwendal narrowed his eyes, and looked at Murata like he was expecting him to jump his baby brother right there at the table. Yozak, Günter, and Conrad laughed, but quickly recovered when Gwendal shot them his patented death glare. Cheri simply squealed, completely happy about the implications.
And Wolfram gave him a look of appreciation, which was the reaction that mattered the most of all to him.
After dinner ended, Murata started to make his way back to the shrine, but Wolfram caught up to him before he could get too far.
“Sage!” Wolfram called out.
Murata turned, and stood still as the blond man caught up to him, gasping for breath.
“Yes, Wolfram?” he asked, gently.
“I just wanted to... thank you for this afternoon,” the other man said as he blushed.
“Why? There's no need to thank me, I only said what needed to be said,” he replied, and blushed as well. He hadn't forgotten that about an hour ago he had been fantasizing about Wolfram.
“I just... appreciated it, that's all. I was sort of feeling down about Yuuri's remark for some reason,” Wolfram said.
Murata couldn't help himself. “Are you still.. attached to Yuuri?” he asked. “I mean... do you still love him?”
The blond looked sharply at him, but before Murata could tell him “never mind” he spoke up. “Yes, I'm still attached to him. I guess I still love him. But, I don't think I'm still in love with him,” he said, truthfully.
The Sage was shocked by Wolfram's last remark. He was going to ask Wolfram to clarify, but the boy continued.
“However, it doesn't hurt as much now, knowing that he will never return my feelings,” he said. “You could say I had an... um... epiphany not too long ago and resolved not to let it hurt me as much,” he said, his blush deepening.
Murata was curious as to what epiphany he had and why he blushed, but decided not to embarrass the other boy, who had opened himself to him much more than normally. He placed his hands gently on Wolfram's shoulders, and smiled at the blond.
“Eventually, it won't hurt at all. One day, you'll find someone who appreciates you, and who will acknowledge, and perhaps even return, your love,” he said, with a smile.
The other boy looked beyond shocked.
“Wolfram, what's wrong?” he asked. He didn't like the idea of Wolfram being too shocked to believe that someone could love him the way he needed to be loved.
“No... nothing. I'm just... appreciative of the words,” he said.
Murata simply patted his shoulders before turning to leave for the shrine. For some reason, he was elated that Wolfram was starting to move on. He truly wished for the other man to find happiness.
He trudged back towards the shrine, his thoughts filled with Wolfram the entire way.
Wolfram watched through narrowed eyes as the Great Sage made his back towards the shrine. He was disturbed by Murata's words about someone returning his love, which he had said in almost the exact same phrase that the masked man had used the night before.
Wolfram wondered to himself whether or not it was possible that the Sage was also the masked man.
Author's note: Well, I think it's pretty obvious at this point what is happening here, right? Also, it's going to take me a few days to revamp the next chapter so that update won't be as fast (hey, at least you all know it's already written, right?). And LOL at yet another dream sequence.
Next chapter: Secrets of the castle are revealed, and Shaggy and Scooby... er... Wolfram and Murata... go exploring. Also, Wolfram finds proof of who the masked man is, and confronts the person he thinks is responsible.
Next Chapter: 6
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: Slightly M in the beginning, mostly T++
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count: 2333
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: Wolfram has an erotic dream and a stunning revelation. Murata broods and confronts. Most importantly, however, he delivers a verbal smack down at the dinner table - in Wolfram's defense. A tid Mature in the beginning.
Prior chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4
Chapter 5: Dream, Fantasy, Reality
“I want you, I want you so badly that I can't take this anymore,” Wolfram said as someone's hands massaged his naked body.
Wolfram couldn't see the man's face clearly, but there was something familiar about him. The man leaned closer and captured his lips with his own, and it sent a feeling like nothing else up and down his spine.
Wolfram moaned into the kiss, and didn't care who the man was. He was so aroused that he couldn't think straight. He reached up and ran his fingers through the man's hair.
'The masked man, it has to be the masked man,' he thought. but was quickly proven wrong when he got a good look at the color of hair in which his fingers were entwined.
'Black hair? Please, don't let this be Yuuri,' he thought, and when he realized the implications behind that thought he was shocked.
He didn't want it to be Yuuri.
He didn't want whoever this man was that was kissing and fondling his naked form to be Yuuri.
He didn't want Yuuri.
The man touched a part of him that made him cry out, and he felt wetness seep across his crotch. He heard a very familiar chuckle, and he looked up into the man's blurred face to try to figure out who he was.
The bleary form started to clarify, and Wolfram was surprised to realize just who he had allowed to take indecent pleasures with him.
He stared into the black eyes of Murata Ken.
Wolfram awakened in a haste, his heart still pounding and his body still flush. He was relieved to find that it was only a dream, but was confused as to why he would dream something like that about the Sage of all people.
He refused to allow himself to explore that line of thinking out of fear of what he would come up with, and sighed as he got up to wash away the remaining evidence of his forbidden dream.
At the same time that Wolfram was washing away his body's betrayal, the person partially responsible for his state was sitting in the shrine doing some brooding of his own.
Ever since his accident, Murata had been having various problems of his own. He would go to sleep in one place, and wake up in a completely different place. He would be doing one thing, and find himself suddenly doing another when he didn't remember changing over to do something. He would be sitting in one spot for what seemed like a few minutes, but would check the time and realize that he'd been sitting there for hours.
He was having blackouts.
He didn't want anyone in Shin Makoku to be unnerved, so he didn't let on to Yuuri or anyone else about his situation. The only others that knew what was happening to him was José, who was trying to help him back on Earth, and Shinou, who seemed amused by it all for some reason.
The Great Sage suspected that Shinou knew more about it than him, and didn't appreciate being the butt of some secret joke. He decided to confront his old friend again.
“Shinou, what do you know about what's happening to me?” he asked in a low voice.
“What makes you think I know anything?” the other man said, lightly.
“I'm almost certain that you know something, you wouldn't be so amused if you didn't,” he said.
Shinou laughed. “Just because I'm amused doesn't mean that I know something,” he teased.
Murata sighed. He was tired of blacking out and not having excuses for it, and didn't feel like being pranked. “Shinou, I swear, if I find you have anything to do with this...” he started.
The other man laughed. “I have nothing to do with any of this, at least not this time. This is all your work.”
Murata was confused by Shinou's words. “What do you mean all my work? What do you know about these blackouts?”
Shinou laughed again as he started to disappear.
“Wait! What do you mean this is all my work?!?” Murata cried out, in vain.
Murata walked towards the castle, which was more vibrant than usual. The former Maou, Cheri, had returned from her latest trip, and everyone was excited.
He had been invited to dinner to celebrate her return, and since he wasn't one to pass up good food for any reason, he had gladly accepted.
He entered the castle and made his way towards the dining room. He noted the wonderful smells that drifted through the air in the castle, and his stomach growled in anticipation of the good food that was awaiting him. He entered the dining room, and took a look around.
Gwendal, Conrad, Günter, Yuuri, Wolfram, Cheri, and even Yozak were all seated. He greeted everyone, and sat in the chair opposite of Wolfram, who was looking down at his hands for some reason. He raised his eyebrow, but didn't bother to say anything.
As the food was served, there was various conversation around the table - which Murata was too busy eating to partake in. Gwendal and Yozak filled Cheri in on the masked man, which intrigued her to no end. She actually squealed with delight when Wolfram's sexual harassment was mentioned, and Murata choked on his food in a sad attempt to prevent himself from laughing as Wolfram squawked in annoyance of his mother's reaction to his situation.
Murata glanced at the blond man, who once again went into a rant on how no one seemed to care about his situation. He felt a little pity for the other boy, but the situation was so amusing to him that he couldn't help but laugh every time it was brought up.
The idea that some guy in a mask was running around and causing so much trouble to Wolfram and the others was simply hilarious. Murata thought that whoever it is was playing with fire - literally. It was only a matter of time before he got burned. Badly.
As Murata looked over at Wolfram, who was still ranting, something tinged at the back of his mind. He found himself staring at the other man's neck, and noticed what suspiciously looked like a hickey.
Murata was shocked, and wondered if the masked man did that to Wolfram. He was even more shocked to find that he felt jealous for some reason.
Yozak said something teasing about the masked man to Wolfram, which caused him to turn his body in his chair so that he could glare at the redheaded man and say insulting things to him. When he turned, Murata got a better look at his neck. A memory? No, a fantasy. A fantasy went through his mind, one in which he was laying light kisses on Wolfram's neck from behind as the blond leaned into him and moaned. He fantasized about grinding into the other man...
It was at that point that Wolfram turned back into his seat normally, and his eyes met Murata's.
Murata, who was still fantasizing about kissing Wolfram's neck and feeling him up, turned beet-red. He wondered if Wolfram suspected something was off about him because the blond blushed brightly as well. They looked down and away from each other, quickly.
However, they weren't quick enough for Yozak, who was all too willing to point out what he had just witnessed.
“Your Highnesses, I can't help but notice that you two were looking at each other quite suggestively and blushing. Why, could there be something going on between you two?” he said, sweetly.
Both of there heads shot up at the same time. “There's nothing going on between us!” they protested, simultaneously.
“Ooh, and in the same voice too!” Yozak cooed, gleefully.
Murata internally groaned, and didn't miss the way the others were looking at him. Gwendal was eyeballing him with a suspicious (and menacing) look on his face, Conrad was smiling with a knowing look on his face, Cheri was beaming, and Yuuri just looked confused.
Cheri clapped her hands together loudly. “I can't believe it! Wolfram has a secret admirer and the Great Sage after him? I just knew my baby boy would find someone to love him!” she squealed.
“Oh yes, the secret admirer and the Sage,” Yozak said in a cryptic voice.
Gwendal grunted, and Conrad smiled wider. Wolfram slid down into his seat and sighed.
“Your Highness, is this true?” Günter asked in a happy voice. He clapped his hands together as well. “Oh, this means that I can finally have His Majesty all to myself!”
“Ah, I don't think so Günter,” Yuuri said, hastily. “Besides, Murata only likes girls. There's no way he's interested in Wolfram like that,” he said, innocently.
If Murata had been looking anywhere except at Wolfram when Yuuri made his remark, he would have remained silent and not said a thing. If he hadn't seen the other man's lips turn down, and had he missed the minute look of hurt that quickly shifted into a look of sheer misery, he wouldn't have been bothered enough by Yuuri's careless remarks to say what he said next.
“Well, Shibuya, I don't think it's fair for you to continue to speak for what I may or may not feel for Wolfram. I mean, it's not like I haven't been with men as well. Even in this lifetime, I've indulged in some same-sex relations, if you know what I mean,” he said, and winked in Yuuri's direction.
He internally laughed to himself as the other man's eyes widened in shock. He could have stopped there, but he didn't.
“Besides, I question the judgment of who wouldn't like someone as amazing as Wolfram like that,” he said, sweetly.
Once again, he was amused at the reactions of the people around the table. Yuuri simply gawked at Murata wordlessly, his innocent and naive mind trying to wrap itself around the notion that Murata was bisexual. Gwendal narrowed his eyes, and looked at Murata like he was expecting him to jump his baby brother right there at the table. Yozak, Günter, and Conrad laughed, but quickly recovered when Gwendal shot them his patented death glare. Cheri simply squealed, completely happy about the implications.
And Wolfram gave him a look of appreciation, which was the reaction that mattered the most of all to him.
After dinner ended, Murata started to make his way back to the shrine, but Wolfram caught up to him before he could get too far.
“Sage!” Wolfram called out.
Murata turned, and stood still as the blond man caught up to him, gasping for breath.
“Yes, Wolfram?” he asked, gently.
“I just wanted to... thank you for this afternoon,” the other man said as he blushed.
“Why? There's no need to thank me, I only said what needed to be said,” he replied, and blushed as well. He hadn't forgotten that about an hour ago he had been fantasizing about Wolfram.
“I just... appreciated it, that's all. I was sort of feeling down about Yuuri's remark for some reason,” Wolfram said.
Murata couldn't help himself. “Are you still.. attached to Yuuri?” he asked. “I mean... do you still love him?”
The blond looked sharply at him, but before Murata could tell him “never mind” he spoke up. “Yes, I'm still attached to him. I guess I still love him. But, I don't think I'm still in love with him,” he said, truthfully.
The Sage was shocked by Wolfram's last remark. He was going to ask Wolfram to clarify, but the boy continued.
“However, it doesn't hurt as much now, knowing that he will never return my feelings,” he said. “You could say I had an... um... epiphany not too long ago and resolved not to let it hurt me as much,” he said, his blush deepening.
Murata was curious as to what epiphany he had and why he blushed, but decided not to embarrass the other boy, who had opened himself to him much more than normally. He placed his hands gently on Wolfram's shoulders, and smiled at the blond.
“Eventually, it won't hurt at all. One day, you'll find someone who appreciates you, and who will acknowledge, and perhaps even return, your love,” he said, with a smile.
The other boy looked beyond shocked.
“Wolfram, what's wrong?” he asked. He didn't like the idea of Wolfram being too shocked to believe that someone could love him the way he needed to be loved.
“No... nothing. I'm just... appreciative of the words,” he said.
Murata simply patted his shoulders before turning to leave for the shrine. For some reason, he was elated that Wolfram was starting to move on. He truly wished for the other man to find happiness.
He trudged back towards the shrine, his thoughts filled with Wolfram the entire way.
Wolfram watched through narrowed eyes as the Great Sage made his back towards the shrine. He was disturbed by Murata's words about someone returning his love, which he had said in almost the exact same phrase that the masked man had used the night before.
Wolfram wondered to himself whether or not it was possible that the Sage was also the masked man.
Author's note: Well, I think it's pretty obvious at this point what is happening here, right? Also, it's going to take me a few days to revamp the next chapter so that update won't be as fast (hey, at least you all know it's already written, right?). And LOL at yet another dream sequence.
Next chapter: Secrets of the castle are revealed, and Shaggy and Scooby... er... Wolfram and Murata... go exploring. Also, Wolfram finds proof of who the masked man is, and confronts the person he thinks is responsible.
Next Chapter: 6