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Title: Reluctance Part II [for centi_porn
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: to NC-17
Warnings: Vague spoilers for end of series, no squick.
Theme Set / Themes: I / Blossom, Gaze, Compromise, Shiver, Melt
01. Blossom [100 words]
"A flower festival?!" Wolfram is incredulous. What a wimpy thing to leave Shin Makoku for! That's what he thought at first, anyway.
Then Yuuri brings him along. And he sees Yuuri in a blue yukata, flower blossoms in his hair. And he can imagine Yuuri sliding the fabric from his body, can imagine blush-pink skin, a faint cherry scent on Yuuri's body. He imagines the way he would fit over him, the dashing hero claiming the blushing maiden.
With a swelling feeling in his chest that is...unfamiliar, Wolfram decides that he likes Yuuri best when he's being a little wimpy.
03. Gaze [100 words]
In Wolfram's heated gaze, it would be easy to think that nothing was wrong, that nothing had ever been wrong. That all he'd ever wanted was Yuuri here beneath him like this.
But Yuuri knows better. He reaches out and grips Wolfram's chest, just above his heart. He feels lean muscle, remembers bitter things lost, things returned. He watches Wolfram's body tense, stop mid-rhythm, and Wolfram stares at him. Yuuri feels his own heart cleave in two once again ("Wolfram," he remembers crying, "Wolfram, don't die!").
Even when Wolfram shudders in violent, terrified release, Yuuri will not break the gaze.
08. Compromise [100 words]
Yuuri knows about gray areas.
He knows about sharing, about giving in order to take. Yuuri, like a king should, knows how to compromise.
Wolfram is a compromise. Wolfram's hands are on his knees. Wolfram's teeth are fumbling with Yuuri's strange Earth zippers. Wolfram's body is pressed against.
Wolfram isn't tall. Wolfram isn't gentle, or calm, or bonded to Yuuri like a soul. Wolfram isn't selfless or gifted with naming things.
But Wolfram is on his knees and Wolfram loves him. Yuuri twines fingers in Wolfram's hair as wet tongue makes contact with heated flesh.
Wolfram is better than loneliness.
11. Shiver [100 words]
When Yuuri is a child, he trembles at the thought of ghosts, hides in Shori's safe bed.
When Yuuri is a teenager, he visits a cursed mountain, watches his friends change, and Wolfram offers to stop his shaking body.
But it is when Yuuri is a man, a king, that he lays beneath a blond lover, feels the slick-hot slide of body on body, the whisper-lick of breath on breath, and, embarrassment fleeing his body as goosebumps race up his arms, his very soul explodes in a frantic, jittering shiver that frees his shaky voice to the highest castle parapets.
12. Melt [100 words]
The story should have been this:
Wolfram's fiery nature melted Yuuri's ice to water, rendered his water to steam. This should have been the story, but it isn't.
Because Yuuri is already melted, already fluid, and he flows into Wolfram like a tributary. He seeps into every little crevice and breach, every hitched breath. Despite Wolfram's noblest efforts, Yuuri fills him to bursting.
The story should have been that Wolfram powers forth until Yuuri bends. Yet, it is Yuuri who insinuates himself into Wolfram's life, Wolfram's bed. Like any good river, Yuuri has already carved into Wolfram's banks without Wolfram ever noticing.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: to NC-17
Warnings: Vague spoilers for end of series, no squick.
Theme Set / Themes: I / Blossom, Gaze, Compromise, Shiver, Melt
01. Blossom [100 words]
"A flower festival?!" Wolfram is incredulous. What a wimpy thing to leave Shin Makoku for! That's what he thought at first, anyway.
Then Yuuri brings him along. And he sees Yuuri in a blue yukata, flower blossoms in his hair. And he can imagine Yuuri sliding the fabric from his body, can imagine blush-pink skin, a faint cherry scent on Yuuri's body. He imagines the way he would fit over him, the dashing hero claiming the blushing maiden.
With a swelling feeling in his chest that is...unfamiliar, Wolfram decides that he likes Yuuri best when he's being a little wimpy.
03. Gaze [100 words]
In Wolfram's heated gaze, it would be easy to think that nothing was wrong, that nothing had ever been wrong. That all he'd ever wanted was Yuuri here beneath him like this.
But Yuuri knows better. He reaches out and grips Wolfram's chest, just above his heart. He feels lean muscle, remembers bitter things lost, things returned. He watches Wolfram's body tense, stop mid-rhythm, and Wolfram stares at him. Yuuri feels his own heart cleave in two once again ("Wolfram," he remembers crying, "Wolfram, don't die!").
Even when Wolfram shudders in violent, terrified release, Yuuri will not break the gaze.
08. Compromise [100 words]
Yuuri knows about gray areas.
He knows about sharing, about giving in order to take. Yuuri, like a king should, knows how to compromise.
Wolfram is a compromise. Wolfram's hands are on his knees. Wolfram's teeth are fumbling with Yuuri's strange Earth zippers. Wolfram's body is pressed against.
Wolfram isn't tall. Wolfram isn't gentle, or calm, or bonded to Yuuri like a soul. Wolfram isn't selfless or gifted with naming things.
But Wolfram is on his knees and Wolfram loves him. Yuuri twines fingers in Wolfram's hair as wet tongue makes contact with heated flesh.
Wolfram is better than loneliness.
11. Shiver [100 words]
When Yuuri is a child, he trembles at the thought of ghosts, hides in Shori's safe bed.
When Yuuri is a teenager, he visits a cursed mountain, watches his friends change, and Wolfram offers to stop his shaking body.
But it is when Yuuri is a man, a king, that he lays beneath a blond lover, feels the slick-hot slide of body on body, the whisper-lick of breath on breath, and, embarrassment fleeing his body as goosebumps race up his arms, his very soul explodes in a frantic, jittering shiver that frees his shaky voice to the highest castle parapets.
12. Melt [100 words]
The story should have been this:
Wolfram's fiery nature melted Yuuri's ice to water, rendered his water to steam. This should have been the story, but it isn't.
Because Yuuri is already melted, already fluid, and he flows into Wolfram like a tributary. He seeps into every little crevice and breach, every hitched breath. Despite Wolfram's noblest efforts, Yuuri fills him to bursting.
The story should have been that Wolfram powers forth until Yuuri bends. Yet, it is Yuuri who insinuates himself into Wolfram's life, Wolfram's bed. Like any good river, Yuuri has already carved into Wolfram's banks without Wolfram ever noticing.