With Me, KKM, for stagesoflove
Title: With Me
Author: Ellie Biel
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters/pairing: Yuuri Shibuya/Wolfram von Bielefeld
Rating: PG
Warnings: spoilers ahoy and written in a panic with the deadline looming
Part 1 (Sight): More Than He Needed to Know
Part 2 (Hearing): Counting Sheep
Part 3 (Touch): Any Second Now
Part 4 (Smell): More Than Skin Deep
Not again. Yuuri pulled his blanket over his head and groaned. Not again.
He wasn't sure why he let Wolfram bully his way into these journeys. With his looks he stood out even when he wasn't in uniform, and at night his snoring was loud enough to send creatures great and small running for cover.
The fact that they were sleeping on the hard ground instead of on cots had nothing to do with it. It was definitely Wolfram, who seemed able to sleep anywhere. He'd complain about it in the morning, but he'd be the most rested of all of them.
Yuuri knew that the snores would even follow him into sleep. The last time he'd slept with Wolfram he'd dreamed that he was being chased by one of Anissina's contraptions, something that looked like a cross between a lawn mower and a sand bear.
He turned onto his side to stare at the lump under the pile of blankets next to him. "Wolfram," he hissed. "Roll over or something." He was pleasantly surprised when the blankets turned over. Wolfram's hair was visible in the moonlight and his snoring had stopped.
Yuuri might have fallen asleep if the snoring hadn't been replaced by another, softer, sound.
It hadn't been all that long ago that he'd heard it for the first time, and he remembered what he'd done to make it stop. That had been in his bedroom, though, not out in the open where anyone could see them.
He was not going to do it this time.
Yuuri crept closer and his fingers toyed with the blond hair sticking out of the blankets. "Wolfram?"
There was a hiccup and then silence, and Yuuri breathed a little easier. He started to move back to his earlier position, but he halted. Yuuri gritted his teeth and cursed his curiosity as he moved close enough for a whisper to carry. If no one else could hear him, maybe they'd not notice anything amiss until morning, and by then he planned on putting as much distance between himself and Wolfram as he could.
"Wolfram," he said, keeping his lips close to Wolfram's ear. He got no response so he grabbed Wolfram's shoulder and began shaking it.
He wasn't in the least surprised to find himself in a chokehold.
"Wolfram," he choked out. "Air."
He sucked in a breath, and it was good that he did because the tight embrace was back, only this time around his chest. "Hurts," he whimpered, but he was ignored.
Wolfram didn't say anything, which was surprise enough, but with no room to move, his face slid against Wolfram's. He tried to say something again, but his tongue touched Wolfram's cheek and he froze.
It was salty.
"You didn't fall," Wolfram whispered, and it took Yuuri a minute to figure out what on earth - or in Shin Makoku - he was talking about. He managed to get one arm free and stroked the back of Wolfram's hair where it clung to the back of his neck.
"No," he whispered back, his lips moving against Wolfram's cheekbone and bringing the salty tang of tears back again. "Remember?" He caught one of Wolfram's tears on his bottom lip.
"If I had, you'd have fallen with me."