Kyo Kara Maoh, "In Preparation For, Prologue," Yuuri/Wolfram, R
Arc? What arc? Are there animals on it? (Heaven knows it's rained enough lately where I live for us to need the arc.)
*cough* Or not. Not that kind of arc.
This all came about because my dear, dear friend wicked_pistil is my muse and makes stories come out of me at an alarming rate. Also, she received a prompt for a Kyo Kara Maoh fanfiction, one which fascinated me, made me want to try cheating on it.
Here is the prompt: Wolfram is being prepared for his wedding night to the king. I know in some cultures there is a point were the bride is taken away to be prepped as per the groom's wishes of how he wants his bride. Kink would be submission to Yuuri, Wolfram's acknowledgment that he is giving his body to his king. Other characters may be involved in the preparation and adding to Wolfram's sexual anticipation. Please make aspects of this being ritualized and follow through with consummation.
Now, here's my disclaimer: I cheated horribly. Intentionally. I don't like the idea of infidelity as a turn-on, I really don't like the idea of a "bride" being used as an object of arousal for his/her spouse. I'm a married woman, I have never ever wanted to be considered nothing but fap-material for or by my partner.
Also, I don't like Yuuri/Wolfram, especially. Not when the characters behave and interact in the way they do in canon, anyway. Yuuri doesn't seem to swing that way at all. So this arc is more of a "what would happen if Yuuri didn't want to marry Wolfram, after all" arc. It will have hints of Yuuram. It will have other themes. It is downright depressing in places. Read it with the knowledge that I wrote it as an experiment, of sorts, as a way to try out my own thoughts on various subjects, the impressions I've received, watching anime, reading yaoi, and living life as a bisexual in a monogamous relationship.
That said, here's the first section. Enjoy!
Navigation:
Prologue: Education
Part One: Experimentation
Part Two: Suppression
Part Three: Differentiation
Part Four: Tradition
Epilogue: Consummation
In Preparation For
Prologue
Education
by Mistr3ss Quickly
On the day Yuuri learned that becoming a married man in New Makoku entailed more than simply standing before a court of onlookers and saying "I do," he'd argued.
Whined. Sulked.
Then, when that hadn't worked, he'd tried to escape, and when Josak had happened upon him while he was hiding behind a decorative vase, he'd actually tried to give orders, like the king they all claimed he was.
No one had listened. Josak had even laughed.
And then, they'd dragged him back.
"Your majesty, it's just a lesson!" Günter said, worrying his hands together under Josak's cheeky grin and Conrad's patient smile. "Education is a good thing. More valuable than gold or silver!"
Yuuri glared at him, surreptitiously wiggling under the weight of Josak's hand, resting on his shoulder. Josak's grip tightened.
"But I already know all this," he said. "We covered it in school. Well, kind of. We covered the hard stuff in school! It's, um ... easier when it's two guys, right? Don't have to worry about pregnancy and stuff. And since Wolfram's a virgin, we don't have to worry about diseases, so ... what?"
Günter looked as it he wanted to cry. Conrad seemed to have a tickle in his throat. Josak was laughing so hard that the hand holding Yuuri in place was squeezing tightly enough to bruise.
"No," said Günter. "No, no, no, no, no."
Curiosity took over before Yuuri could reign it in.
"No?" he said. "Fine, then. Why not?"
~*~*~*~
Wolfram was fast asleep, snoring loudly, and taking up nine-tenths of the bed. He was, technically, wearing his nightgown, although Yuuri hardly thought it counted for much, all bunched up around the young noble's chest, doing nothing whatsoever to obscure the half-erect length caught in Wolfram's g-string, pushing at the thin sheet.
Erection, said Günter's voice in Yuuri's head. Pre-ejaculate. Semen. Testicles.
Yuuri shuddered and yanked his fiancée's nightgown down, rough and angry with the embarrassment and frustration he'd been too shy to demonstrate, earlier.
Stupid wedding, he thought. Stupid Wolfram and wedding and sex and ... and sex that's even more complicated than it is with girls, and stupid not having a girl to marry anyway.
He thought of his daughter learning what he'd been taught, all afternoon. Thought of her big, innocent brown eyes going perfectly wide, filling with tears. Thought of her cheeks going as red as his had been during his own lessons, her hands covering her mouth as she realized that her fathers did the kinds of things drawn in great detail on the pages of Günter's book.
The thought of her doing any of the things he'd learned about in sex education, back in Japan, made Yuuri want to scream, to tear out his hair, and lock his daughter up in a place that would protect her, leaving him to messily kill anyone who came near her with any kind of sexual intent. He couldn't wrap his brain around the notion of Greta wanting to date, to marry. Wanting to do the things he knew men and women did together, behind closed doors.
"Mmm, wimp," Wolfram muttered in his sleep, rolling onto his side and humping the mattress a little. "Ngh, mmm ..."
Yuuri shuddered, suddenly intensely grateful that Greta had taken to sleeping over in Annissina's room, several weeks before when he had grudgingly accepted his engagement to Wolfram, making the wedding suddenly Very Official and Very Serious Business.
Also, when his life had fallen apart. But really, it had never held together very well, so no one seemed to notice.
"Bad enough that you kick me out of bed on a regular basis, embarrass me in front of guests from other countries, and pick on me mercilessly in private," Yuuri grumbled, unbuttoning his jacket and hanging it in his wardrobe. "Don't see why you think you need to add calling me a wimp while having a wet dream about me to the list of things I wish you wouldn't do."
A snore answered him. Better than his fiancée waking and calling him prudish or wimpy or anal-retentive, all things considered.
Anal, said the memory of Günter's voice. Rectum. Muscles. Stretching. Resistance. Penetration.
Yuuri shuddered and stepped out of his trousers, shivering as he pulled on his pajamas.
When he turned back to the bed, Wolfram's nightgown had inched its way back up, the very tip of Wolfram's erection visible, pushed out past the confines of his g-string.
And suddenly, all of Günter's descriptions and diagrams and explanations seemed just that much more real.
Oh god, Yuuri thought, through a haze of sudden panic, welling up like acid in his throat. Oh God, I can't do this. I can't get into bed with that. I can't ... I can't marry that!
Then, in terror greater than anything he'd ever felt, as king of a nation, he turned his back on his fiancée, and fled.
~*~*~*~
Next section >>
*cough* Or not. Not that kind of arc.
This all came about because my dear, dear friend wicked_pistil is my muse and makes stories come out of me at an alarming rate. Also, she received a prompt for a Kyo Kara Maoh fanfiction, one which fascinated me, made me want to try cheating on it.
Here is the prompt: Wolfram is being prepared for his wedding night to the king. I know in some cultures there is a point were the bride is taken away to be prepped as per the groom's wishes of how he wants his bride. Kink would be submission to Yuuri, Wolfram's acknowledgment that he is giving his body to his king. Other characters may be involved in the preparation and adding to Wolfram's sexual anticipation. Please make aspects of this being ritualized and follow through with consummation.
Now, here's my disclaimer: I cheated horribly. Intentionally. I don't like the idea of infidelity as a turn-on, I really don't like the idea of a "bride" being used as an object of arousal for his/her spouse. I'm a married woman, I have never ever wanted to be considered nothing but fap-material for or by my partner.
Also, I don't like Yuuri/Wolfram, especially. Not when the characters behave and interact in the way they do in canon, anyway. Yuuri doesn't seem to swing that way at all. So this arc is more of a "what would happen if Yuuri didn't want to marry Wolfram, after all" arc. It will have hints of Yuuram. It will have other themes. It is downright depressing in places. Read it with the knowledge that I wrote it as an experiment, of sorts, as a way to try out my own thoughts on various subjects, the impressions I've received, watching anime, reading yaoi, and living life as a bisexual in a monogamous relationship.
That said, here's the first section. Enjoy!
Navigation:
Prologue: Education
Part One: Experimentation
Part Two: Suppression
Part Three: Differentiation
Part Four: Tradition
Epilogue: Consummation
In Preparation For
Prologue
Education
by Mistr3ss Quickly
On the day Yuuri learned that becoming a married man in New Makoku entailed more than simply standing before a court of onlookers and saying "I do," he'd argued.
Whined. Sulked.
Then, when that hadn't worked, he'd tried to escape, and when Josak had happened upon him while he was hiding behind a decorative vase, he'd actually tried to give orders, like the king they all claimed he was.
No one had listened. Josak had even laughed.
And then, they'd dragged him back.
"Your majesty, it's just a lesson!" Günter said, worrying his hands together under Josak's cheeky grin and Conrad's patient smile. "Education is a good thing. More valuable than gold or silver!"
Yuuri glared at him, surreptitiously wiggling under the weight of Josak's hand, resting on his shoulder. Josak's grip tightened.
"But I already know all this," he said. "We covered it in school. Well, kind of. We covered the hard stuff in school! It's, um ... easier when it's two guys, right? Don't have to worry about pregnancy and stuff. And since Wolfram's a virgin, we don't have to worry about diseases, so ... what?"
Günter looked as it he wanted to cry. Conrad seemed to have a tickle in his throat. Josak was laughing so hard that the hand holding Yuuri in place was squeezing tightly enough to bruise.
"No," said Günter. "No, no, no, no, no."
Curiosity took over before Yuuri could reign it in.
"No?" he said. "Fine, then. Why not?"
~*~*~*~
Wolfram was fast asleep, snoring loudly, and taking up nine-tenths of the bed. He was, technically, wearing his nightgown, although Yuuri hardly thought it counted for much, all bunched up around the young noble's chest, doing nothing whatsoever to obscure the half-erect length caught in Wolfram's g-string, pushing at the thin sheet.
Erection, said Günter's voice in Yuuri's head. Pre-ejaculate. Semen. Testicles.
Yuuri shuddered and yanked his fiancée's nightgown down, rough and angry with the embarrassment and frustration he'd been too shy to demonstrate, earlier.
Stupid wedding, he thought. Stupid Wolfram and wedding and sex and ... and sex that's even more complicated than it is with girls, and stupid not having a girl to marry anyway.
He thought of his daughter learning what he'd been taught, all afternoon. Thought of her big, innocent brown eyes going perfectly wide, filling with tears. Thought of her cheeks going as red as his had been during his own lessons, her hands covering her mouth as she realized that her fathers did the kinds of things drawn in great detail on the pages of Günter's book.
The thought of her doing any of the things he'd learned about in sex education, back in Japan, made Yuuri want to scream, to tear out his hair, and lock his daughter up in a place that would protect her, leaving him to messily kill anyone who came near her with any kind of sexual intent. He couldn't wrap his brain around the notion of Greta wanting to date, to marry. Wanting to do the things he knew men and women did together, behind closed doors.
"Mmm, wimp," Wolfram muttered in his sleep, rolling onto his side and humping the mattress a little. "Ngh, mmm ..."
Yuuri shuddered, suddenly intensely grateful that Greta had taken to sleeping over in Annissina's room, several weeks before when he had grudgingly accepted his engagement to Wolfram, making the wedding suddenly Very Official and Very Serious Business.
Also, when his life had fallen apart. But really, it had never held together very well, so no one seemed to notice.
"Bad enough that you kick me out of bed on a regular basis, embarrass me in front of guests from other countries, and pick on me mercilessly in private," Yuuri grumbled, unbuttoning his jacket and hanging it in his wardrobe. "Don't see why you think you need to add calling me a wimp while having a wet dream about me to the list of things I wish you wouldn't do."
A snore answered him. Better than his fiancée waking and calling him prudish or wimpy or anal-retentive, all things considered.
Anal, said the memory of Günter's voice. Rectum. Muscles. Stretching. Resistance. Penetration.
Yuuri shuddered and stepped out of his trousers, shivering as he pulled on his pajamas.
When he turned back to the bed, Wolfram's nightgown had inched its way back up, the very tip of Wolfram's erection visible, pushed out past the confines of his g-string.
And suddenly, all of Günter's descriptions and diagrams and explanations seemed just that much more real.
Oh god, Yuuri thought, through a haze of sudden panic, welling up like acid in his throat. Oh God, I can't do this. I can't get into bed with that. I can't ... I can't marry that!
Then, in terror greater than anything he'd ever felt, as king of a nation, he turned his back on his fiancée, and fled.
~*~*~*~
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