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Title: Newlyweds
Date Written: 11/17/05
Rating: NC-17. For Mature Audiences Only
Word Count: 1,583 (plus 972 for the cut version)
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri, Murata, Yozak (slash implied)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: I know it's taken a few days to get this one out... I'm sick, and I've gotten swamped my school.
The wedding reception was still in full swing when Yuuri and Wolfram retired for the night, hours after the party had started. Everyone being slightly tipsy, the two newlyweds left amid jeers and whistles and catcalls and quite a few voices calling out for Wolfram not to get Yuuri pregnant.
The two walked back to their chambers silently, their hands locked. The Maou fiddled a bit his husband's ring, and Wolfram smiled back at him, his green eyes slightly dark with want.
Both of them were looking forward to this night--they had for a long time.
They silently reached the door, and Yuuri pulled Wolfram into his arms, looking into those gorgeous eyes he loved so much. "You know, in my world, the groom caries a bride over the threshold when they enter their house for the first time. If the bride crosses over by herself, it's bad luck. And I've been thinking about that all week, and I have no idea which of us is which."
Wolfram laughed. "Here we have the same concept." The blonde opened the door, and looped his arms around Yuuri's neck. Leaning in close, he pressed a feather-soft kiss against his husband's mouth, pulling back just enough to talk clearly. "Lift me over," the swordsman told the Maou, their lips brushing gently over one another.
Yuuri wrapped his arms around the blonde's slim waist, doing so. When Wolfram's booted feet were safely on the stone floor, the swordsman took his husband's hands in his, motioning for him to jump through the door frame.
As soon as the king did so, he pulled the blonde flush against him, burying his face in the crook of his neck and inhaling the scent of the man in his arms. He felt Wolf do the same, snuggling deeper into Yuuri's embrace. Both men turned their faces to smile at one another before leaning in to kiss one another.
The kiss was slow and seductive, making both their heads swim as they broke apart briefly for air. The two of them panted softly as they touched foreheads, smiling down at each other. They could still hear the music coming from downstairs, and Yuuri smiled, offering a hand to Wolfram. "May I have this dance?"
Wolf scoffed, and put his hand in Yuuri's. "Do you even have to ask?"
The two newlyweds began slowly dancing together, lost in one another's eyes, drunk on love.
Murata smiled to himself as he watched the oblivious men dancing, closing their bedroom door quietly. He walked back down the hall, the bottoms of his shoes clicking against the stone floor, the echo bouncing off the walls. He swirled his wine in his glass, watching the red liquid sloshing against the transparent sides.
"The royals abed?" came a voice from behind him, and Ken looked up to see Yozak, his red hair unruly and his face flushed from too much ale.
"Not quite yet," the Great Sage replied, adjusting his pace so he was walking along the swordsman.
"Well, let's forget about them!" the redhead boomed, scooping the teen up into one well-muscled arm. "Time to celebrate, Your Highness!"
Ken laughed and shook his head. "You, my friend, are off your ass."
---
As Yuuri and Wolfram continued dancing in their room, they slowly began stripping clothing off each other. The clothing fell to the floor and lips began to worship exposed skin, their hands sliding over skin. By the time the two husbands fell onto their large bed, a trail of discarded clothing left in their wake.
Wolfram rolled the dark-haired man onto his back, looking down at him. "Will you fish the oil out for me?"
Yuuri did so and Wolfram watched the muscles shifting underneath tanned skin. He ran an appreciative hand over the firm muscle, watching his husband shiver under his touch. Dark eyes looked up at him as the Maou shook the bottle of oil at the blonde.
The swordsman took the bottle from Yuuri, kissing down the tanned body to lick teasingly at a copper-colored nipple. Yuuri tangled his fingers in blonde strands as Wolfram licked and kissed lower, the wet tongue sliding into his belly button before drifting lower.
As the dark-haired man beneath him writhed beneath him, he opened the top, spreading a generous amount over his fingers. Deciding to use the same technique Yuuri had used on him their first time, he delicately licked the weeping head of Yuuri's erection as he gently smeared the oil around Yuuri's opening.
Yuuri groaned as he felt Wolfram's mouth slowly devour his cock, his fingers gently but insistently pressing against his opening. The king spread his legs as he pushed his hips up reflexively into Wolf's mouth. The blonde head followed his motion, a finger sliding into the Maou.
The dark-haired man winced slightly at the foreign feel of something stretching his body. It didn't hurt, really it just... felt very strange. He could feel the blonde's finger moving around inside of him, massaging his inner walls. The strange sensation became pleasant under the calloused fingertips, and he relaxed against the touch, slowly even rotating his hips into the touch.
When Wolfram added a second finger he increased the suction, so the pleasure canceled out the pain he was feeling. He felt the questing fingers wriggling inside his body, and he gasped as the digits brushed against his prostate.
Wolfram grinned around the organ in his mouth and began to mercilessly rub the spot inside his lover, sliding another finger into Yuuri and stretching him further. The man beneath him was obviously loving it, from the little sexy noises he was making.
When the blonde was satisfied that his husband was sufficiently prepared, he slicked his own erection, moaning against the manhood that was still in his mouth.
"Wolfram!" Yuuri panted, tugging at his husband's hair. "I'm not going to last much longer!" he warned, torn between sighing for relief and growling from loss when the warm, wet mouth left his body.
The blonde kissed his way up, nuzzling sweat-slicked skin as he went. When he was face to face with the dark-haired man, he laid his full weight onto the other, kissing him. "You ready?"
Yuuri nodded, wrapping his arms around Wolfram's neck loosely. "Yeah."
A little bit of awkward positioning later, and Wolfram's erection gently pushed against his husband's opening. Slowly he put pressure behind his stroke, and he felt the head slip into Yuuri's body. Once the ridge had passed the tight ring of muscle, it was almost as if the tight channel was sucking him in, squeezing him so damn tightly...
"Are you okay?" he managed to pant out, his sweaty forehead pressed against Yuuri's shoulder.
"Yeah," came the faint reply. "Try moving."
The swordsman nudged deeper into the king beneath him, both of them moaning at the glorious friction it created. They slowly began a tempo, lips and hands sliding over and tasting skin. Wolfram tried hard to rein in his slipping control, using every technique he had ever learned to make this last LONGER, even if only for a second.
Beneath him, Yuuri was slowly losing his control, too. It had hurt a bit when Wolfram had entered him, but he hadn't shown it. The blonde hadn't complained when he had done it the first time, and it quickly began to feel wonderful. He felt deliciously full, the hard cock inside his body brushing against his prostate with every stroke, making him shiver a little with pleasure sensory overload. He wrapped his legs around Wolfram's waist, raising his hips up to meet his husband's.
This time felt... different from the first time. Maybe it was because this time he was bottoming, but Yuuri wasn't positive. There was another emotion in the mix, and he could literally feel their souls joining on some alternate plane.
"A binding ceremony is simply the public recognition of two souls that have bound themselves to one another. The binding ceremony is completed by the couple in private."
Pleasure began spiraling out of control, their movements became more frantic as lust took over their movements. Wolfram winced slightly when he felt Yuuri clawing at his back, urging him to go faster. The blonde bucked against him, complying as his hands slid downwards to grip the dark-haired man's hips, plunging into him harder and harder.
Yuuri's mind flashed to white as his nails scored red marks down Wolfram's back, dimly noting the warm wash of his orgasm coating their stomachs. Wolfram arched back into the touch, driving himself deeper into the spasming body beneath him as his climax overtook him.
When Wolfram came back to his senses, he was on his stomach on the bed, Yuuri pressing gentle kisses onto his back.
Wolfram turned his head to one side to smile lazily back at his husband. "It didn't hurt," he reassured the dark-haired man. "Felt really good, actually."
"But it looks horrible now," Yuuri replied, licking delicately at one long welt on his bond mate's back.
Wolfram reached a hand out and Yuuri laid next to him, snuggling close to his husband. He ran a calming hand down the scratches on Wolfram's pale back.
The touch was soothing, the other man's voice lulling him to sleep. Soon, both of them were out, tangled up in each other's arms.
---
Title: Winning and Losing
Date Written: 11/18/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon
Characters/Pairings: Seishiro, Subaru (slash implied)
Warnings: Slight angst
Spoilers: For the entire series
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Something I've been thinking about for a LONG time.
He had done it. He had completed the long ago bet he made with the Sumeragi clan heir.
He had spent a year with the boy and his sister. They had been... pleasant enough.
Subaru's spirit had been broken. That stupid, innocent, naive boy had been proved wrong once and for all.
And he had cried. Had the boy really loved the Sakurazukamori? No one had ever shed tears over him before. Because of him, sure.
That was inconsequential. The fact of the matter was, he had won.
So why did it feel like he had lost?
---
Title: Breakfast Scene
Date Written: 11/19/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 420
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri, Murata/Yozak, Greta, Conrad
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None really, although slight ones for Julia (as in so minor you might not even see it if you don't know what you're looking for)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Because Murata and Yozak won't leave me the hell alone. The last part of "Of Ties That Bind"
"So a binding ceremony really is a spell?" little Greta asked Ken over breakfast the next morning, her eyes wide.
Ken smiled at his best friend's adopted daughter. "Well, sort of. It... well, binds the souls to one another, so they can find their mates in other lives."
"You mean souls are reborn?" the little girl asked, spooning oatmeal into her mouth as she waited for his answer.
"Yes, little one. For example, I'm a soul that's reborn."
"Will mine be reborn?"
"I don't know," the Great Sage replied honestly. "It might, it might not. Most souls that are reborn have something they still need to do, or because their soul is strong and needed to lead others again."
"Much like your Daddy Yuuri's soul," Conrad told his niece, ruffling her curly hair.
"Really?!"
"Really."
"Did you know Dad's soul before he was Dad?"
"Very well," the half-human replied, his smile a little forced. "And he was just as kind in his previous life as he is in this one."
"Of course he was!" came the unsurprised reply. "He's Yuuri."
The simple statement made both Ken and Conrad laugh.
Yozak slid into his seat, grinning at his best friend. "Morning Conrad, Greta, Your Highness," he rattled off, pulling a already prepared bowl of oatmeal closer to himself.
"Almost thought you wouldn't make it," Ken observed calmly, passing a goblet full of juice to the red head.
"I woke up in the wrong bed today. It took me a bit to find my bearings."
Conrad choked on his juice, and Greta looked up at her uncle questioningly.
"It's not my fault I had to dump you in the barracks," the dark-haired young man pointed out. "You had too much mead, my friend, and I'm not strong enough to carry you."
Yozak opened his mouth to make a smart-ass comment, but was cut short as Yuuri and Wolfram walked into the dining hall. Twin mischievous smirks slid onto Ken and Yozak's faces when they noticed that Yuuri was limping ever so slightly.
"Must have been one hell of a night last night, then," Yozak muttered, and Ken looked at his watch.
"An hour and a half late... Yeah, I'd say so."
The entire hall was staring at the newlyweds, and Yozak snickered when Wolfram winced as he leaned back against his chair.
"So, do you think Yuuri's a wildcat bottom?" he asked Ken conversationally.
Ken hissed like a cat and made clawing motions with his hands.
Conrad took it as a good sign to take his niece for a walk.
Date Written: 11/17/05
Rating: NC-17. For Mature Audiences Only
Word Count: 1,583 (plus 972 for the cut version)
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri, Murata, Yozak (slash implied)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: I know it's taken a few days to get this one out... I'm sick, and I've gotten swamped my school.
The wedding reception was still in full swing when Yuuri and Wolfram retired for the night, hours after the party had started. Everyone being slightly tipsy, the two newlyweds left amid jeers and whistles and catcalls and quite a few voices calling out for Wolfram not to get Yuuri pregnant.
The two walked back to their chambers silently, their hands locked. The Maou fiddled a bit his husband's ring, and Wolfram smiled back at him, his green eyes slightly dark with want.
Both of them were looking forward to this night--they had for a long time.
They silently reached the door, and Yuuri pulled Wolfram into his arms, looking into those gorgeous eyes he loved so much. "You know, in my world, the groom caries a bride over the threshold when they enter their house for the first time. If the bride crosses over by herself, it's bad luck. And I've been thinking about that all week, and I have no idea which of us is which."
Wolfram laughed. "Here we have the same concept." The blonde opened the door, and looped his arms around Yuuri's neck. Leaning in close, he pressed a feather-soft kiss against his husband's mouth, pulling back just enough to talk clearly. "Lift me over," the swordsman told the Maou, their lips brushing gently over one another.
Yuuri wrapped his arms around the blonde's slim waist, doing so. When Wolfram's booted feet were safely on the stone floor, the swordsman took his husband's hands in his, motioning for him to jump through the door frame.
As soon as the king did so, he pulled the blonde flush against him, burying his face in the crook of his neck and inhaling the scent of the man in his arms. He felt Wolf do the same, snuggling deeper into Yuuri's embrace. Both men turned their faces to smile at one another before leaning in to kiss one another.
The kiss was slow and seductive, making both their heads swim as they broke apart briefly for air. The two of them panted softly as they touched foreheads, smiling down at each other. They could still hear the music coming from downstairs, and Yuuri smiled, offering a hand to Wolfram. "May I have this dance?"
Wolf scoffed, and put his hand in Yuuri's. "Do you even have to ask?"
The two newlyweds began slowly dancing together, lost in one another's eyes, drunk on love.
Murata smiled to himself as he watched the oblivious men dancing, closing their bedroom door quietly. He walked back down the hall, the bottoms of his shoes clicking against the stone floor, the echo bouncing off the walls. He swirled his wine in his glass, watching the red liquid sloshing against the transparent sides.
"The royals abed?" came a voice from behind him, and Ken looked up to see Yozak, his red hair unruly and his face flushed from too much ale.
"Not quite yet," the Great Sage replied, adjusting his pace so he was walking along the swordsman.
"Well, let's forget about them!" the redhead boomed, scooping the teen up into one well-muscled arm. "Time to celebrate, Your Highness!"
Ken laughed and shook his head. "You, my friend, are off your ass."
---
As Yuuri and Wolfram continued dancing in their room, they slowly began stripping clothing off each other. The clothing fell to the floor and lips began to worship exposed skin, their hands sliding over skin. By the time the two husbands fell onto their large bed, a trail of discarded clothing left in their wake.
Wolfram rolled the dark-haired man onto his back, looking down at him. "Will you fish the oil out for me?"
Yuuri did so and Wolfram watched the muscles shifting underneath tanned skin. He ran an appreciative hand over the firm muscle, watching his husband shiver under his touch. Dark eyes looked up at him as the Maou shook the bottle of oil at the blonde.
The swordsman took the bottle from Yuuri, kissing down the tanned body to lick teasingly at a copper-colored nipple. Yuuri tangled his fingers in blonde strands as Wolfram licked and kissed lower, the wet tongue sliding into his belly button before drifting lower.
As the dark-haired man beneath him writhed beneath him, he opened the top, spreading a generous amount over his fingers. Deciding to use the same technique Yuuri had used on him their first time, he delicately licked the weeping head of Yuuri's erection as he gently smeared the oil around Yuuri's opening.
Yuuri groaned as he felt Wolfram's mouth slowly devour his cock, his fingers gently but insistently pressing against his opening. The king spread his legs as he pushed his hips up reflexively into Wolf's mouth. The blonde head followed his motion, a finger sliding into the Maou.
The dark-haired man winced slightly at the foreign feel of something stretching his body. It didn't hurt, really it just... felt very strange. He could feel the blonde's finger moving around inside of him, massaging his inner walls. The strange sensation became pleasant under the calloused fingertips, and he relaxed against the touch, slowly even rotating his hips into the touch.
When Wolfram added a second finger he increased the suction, so the pleasure canceled out the pain he was feeling. He felt the questing fingers wriggling inside his body, and he gasped as the digits brushed against his prostate.
Wolfram grinned around the organ in his mouth and began to mercilessly rub the spot inside his lover, sliding another finger into Yuuri and stretching him further. The man beneath him was obviously loving it, from the little sexy noises he was making.
When the blonde was satisfied that his husband was sufficiently prepared, he slicked his own erection, moaning against the manhood that was still in his mouth.
"Wolfram!" Yuuri panted, tugging at his husband's hair. "I'm not going to last much longer!" he warned, torn between sighing for relief and growling from loss when the warm, wet mouth left his body.
The blonde kissed his way up, nuzzling sweat-slicked skin as he went. When he was face to face with the dark-haired man, he laid his full weight onto the other, kissing him. "You ready?"
Yuuri nodded, wrapping his arms around Wolfram's neck loosely. "Yeah."
A little bit of awkward positioning later, and Wolfram's erection gently pushed against his husband's opening. Slowly he put pressure behind his stroke, and he felt the head slip into Yuuri's body. Once the ridge had passed the tight ring of muscle, it was almost as if the tight channel was sucking him in, squeezing him so damn tightly...
"Are you okay?" he managed to pant out, his sweaty forehead pressed against Yuuri's shoulder.
"Yeah," came the faint reply. "Try moving."
The swordsman nudged deeper into the king beneath him, both of them moaning at the glorious friction it created. They slowly began a tempo, lips and hands sliding over and tasting skin. Wolfram tried hard to rein in his slipping control, using every technique he had ever learned to make this last LONGER, even if only for a second.
Beneath him, Yuuri was slowly losing his control, too. It had hurt a bit when Wolfram had entered him, but he hadn't shown it. The blonde hadn't complained when he had done it the first time, and it quickly began to feel wonderful. He felt deliciously full, the hard cock inside his body brushing against his prostate with every stroke, making him shiver a little with pleasure sensory overload. He wrapped his legs around Wolfram's waist, raising his hips up to meet his husband's.
This time felt... different from the first time. Maybe it was because this time he was bottoming, but Yuuri wasn't positive. There was another emotion in the mix, and he could literally feel their souls joining on some alternate plane.
"A binding ceremony is simply the public recognition of two souls that have bound themselves to one another. The binding ceremony is completed by the couple in private."
Pleasure began spiraling out of control, their movements became more frantic as lust took over their movements. Wolfram winced slightly when he felt Yuuri clawing at his back, urging him to go faster. The blonde bucked against him, complying as his hands slid downwards to grip the dark-haired man's hips, plunging into him harder and harder.
Yuuri's mind flashed to white as his nails scored red marks down Wolfram's back, dimly noting the warm wash of his orgasm coating their stomachs. Wolfram arched back into the touch, driving himself deeper into the spasming body beneath him as his climax overtook him.
When Wolfram came back to his senses, he was on his stomach on the bed, Yuuri pressing gentle kisses onto his back.
Wolfram turned his head to one side to smile lazily back at his husband. "It didn't hurt," he reassured the dark-haired man. "Felt really good, actually."
"But it looks horrible now," Yuuri replied, licking delicately at one long welt on his bond mate's back.
Wolfram reached a hand out and Yuuri laid next to him, snuggling close to his husband. He ran a calming hand down the scratches on Wolfram's pale back.
The touch was soothing, the other man's voice lulling him to sleep. Soon, both of them were out, tangled up in each other's arms.
---
Title: Winning and Losing
Date Written: 11/18/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon
Characters/Pairings: Seishiro, Subaru (slash implied)
Warnings: Slight angst
Spoilers: For the entire series
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Something I've been thinking about for a LONG time.
He had done it. He had completed the long ago bet he made with the Sumeragi clan heir.
He had spent a year with the boy and his sister. They had been... pleasant enough.
Subaru's spirit had been broken. That stupid, innocent, naive boy had been proved wrong once and for all.
And he had cried. Had the boy really loved the Sakurazukamori? No one had ever shed tears over him before. Because of him, sure.
That was inconsequential. The fact of the matter was, he had won.
So why did it feel like he had lost?
---
Title: Breakfast Scene
Date Written: 11/19/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 420
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri, Murata/Yozak, Greta, Conrad
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None really, although slight ones for Julia (as in so minor you might not even see it if you don't know what you're looking for)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Because Murata and Yozak won't leave me the hell alone. The last part of "Of Ties That Bind"
"So a binding ceremony really is a spell?" little Greta asked Ken over breakfast the next morning, her eyes wide.
Ken smiled at his best friend's adopted daughter. "Well, sort of. It... well, binds the souls to one another, so they can find their mates in other lives."
"You mean souls are reborn?" the little girl asked, spooning oatmeal into her mouth as she waited for his answer.
"Yes, little one. For example, I'm a soul that's reborn."
"Will mine be reborn?"
"I don't know," the Great Sage replied honestly. "It might, it might not. Most souls that are reborn have something they still need to do, or because their soul is strong and needed to lead others again."
"Much like your Daddy Yuuri's soul," Conrad told his niece, ruffling her curly hair.
"Really?!"
"Really."
"Did you know Dad's soul before he was Dad?"
"Very well," the half-human replied, his smile a little forced. "And he was just as kind in his previous life as he is in this one."
"Of course he was!" came the unsurprised reply. "He's Yuuri."
The simple statement made both Ken and Conrad laugh.
Yozak slid into his seat, grinning at his best friend. "Morning Conrad, Greta, Your Highness," he rattled off, pulling a already prepared bowl of oatmeal closer to himself.
"Almost thought you wouldn't make it," Ken observed calmly, passing a goblet full of juice to the red head.
"I woke up in the wrong bed today. It took me a bit to find my bearings."
Conrad choked on his juice, and Greta looked up at her uncle questioningly.
"It's not my fault I had to dump you in the barracks," the dark-haired young man pointed out. "You had too much mead, my friend, and I'm not strong enough to carry you."
Yozak opened his mouth to make a smart-ass comment, but was cut short as Yuuri and Wolfram walked into the dining hall. Twin mischievous smirks slid onto Ken and Yozak's faces when they noticed that Yuuri was limping ever so slightly.
"Must have been one hell of a night last night, then," Yozak muttered, and Ken looked at his watch.
"An hour and a half late... Yeah, I'd say so."
The entire hall was staring at the newlyweds, and Yozak snickered when Wolfram winced as he leaned back against his chair.
"So, do you think Yuuri's a wildcat bottom?" he asked Ken conversationally.
Ken hissed like a cat and made clawing motions with his hands.
Conrad took it as a good sign to take his niece for a walk.