Title: Damn Dead Man
Author: hottee39
Rating: T
Warnings: Minor Lime ahead, cursing
Summary:Wolfram's out to murder Yuuri. What for? I mean all he did was re-appear in a bath full of naked woman and had the hardest hard on ever!
Once upon a time in Shin Makoku, there was a fifteen year old teenager who was the Maou. He had a male fiancé which he was heavily dead set against. He never liked guys and had declared that he never will. Even when he has a pure-blooded Mazoku with the finest and softest blonde hair, the most expressive emerald eyes and a nice lovely body to boot, he still denies having any attraction for guys.
"YUURI!" As usual, the royal couple was having another one of their comical rows once again. Heads only turned for a mere moment before returning to their duties. It was a natural occurrence. However, this time, the situation seemed really serious as many turned back to stare with shock. The blonde prince was practically stomping through the hallways; his fiery aura could practically be seen as he did so. No one dared near him, fearing to be burnt by that aura alone. Watching the blonde fiancé stomped down the hallways of Blood Pledge Castle, everyone came to on,e conclusion.
The king was one dead man.
"YUURI!" The blonde prince, known as Von Bielefeld Wolfram, bellowed out as he slammed open the double doors to the bath. He inwardly smirked when he found his target. Wide onyx stared back at him in fright. He had yet to change into any clothes, not counting the towel around his waist, the moment he returned from Earth and here was Wolfram already emanating hell. He must have heard of the incident.
Shibuya Yuuri was one dead man.
"Look Wolfram! It was an accident! I didn't mean to travel back through the women's bath! It's all Shinou's fault!"
If possible, Wolfram scowled even further. His hand immediately gripped his sword handle with a fearsome grasp. Yuuri noticed the vein popping on the fist alone. He swallowed in fear, his nervous laughter bubbling up his throat as he schemed of ways to save himself.
"Accident?" Wolfram questioned in a slow, menacing voice. It was almost as if he was tempting Yuuri to rephrase the statement. Most likely, he was, and rather to his preference. When he was met with a confused expression, which only served to annoy him further, he elaborated. "So entering a bath full of naked woman made you so distressed that you had the hardest hard on anyone had ever seen?!"
Yuuri had the audacity to blush. Wolfram can be so blunt with his statements at times. Noticing the blush for the wrong reason, the blonde unleashed his sword. "So THAT was an accident?!"
"Yeah it was!" Yuuri tried hard to defend himself.
"You seem pretty happy recalling the scene." He sweared if looks could kill, his body parts would be all over the place by now.
"No, no! That's not it!" Yuuri flailed his arms about, hoping it would convince and cool the hot-headed prince. He was paid no heed.
Shibuya Yuuri was definitely one dead man.
"I'll fucking cut your dick off!"
One soon-to-be dickless man.
"Ah! Wolfram no!" Yuuri ducked from the first swing before backing up quickly from the approaching blonde, desperately dodging every attack. Due to the commotion, the Maou failed to see the bucket behind him beside the bath that he tripped over it and accidentally pulled Wolfram along with him.
The sword clattered onto the floor. The room empty of any occupants.
In the water, they fell into the deepest parts that they were practically flying about with the weightless gravity. They struggled for air but not before losing some accessories. Yuuri's towel literally swam away from him. They emerged, taking big gasps of air. The incident still didn't deter the blonde's anger. In fact, it only fuelled it.
Fiery eyes glared at him before looming nearer. Panicked, Yuuri tried to seek for an escape only to be back up against the wall. Smooth hands grabbed his shoulder and dunked him under the water with great strength. Yuuri made the accident of talking in water, losing precious air. He was shortly rewarded with another breath of air before being submerged under the water once again. Yuuri was frantically thinking how to save himself.
The next time he emerged he grabbed hold of the latter's shoulders and dragged him down too. They wrestled underwater, tossing and turning and what not until finally Wolfram had his back against the wall with Yuuri holding him down. They both were panting quite heavily from their exercise. Wolfram was having a harder time because of his clothes pulling dead weight onto him. Yuuri, well, he was as free as the day he was born.
Droplets of water leaked from the tips of blonde hair, some of the sunshine tresses sticking to Wolfram's face. His emerald eyes were half-lidded. The pink tongue that darted out to lick pink lips seemed so enticing. "You cheater." The blonde whispered in a hush whisper.
Yuuri leaned in close, blowing wisps of teasing hot air onto the earlobe. He was already half hard from their close proximity. He pressed himself against the other, whispering huskily. He had no doubt that Wolfram felt it too. "I was hard because of you." The blonde elected a gasp, though was it due to the words that Yuuri said or the thigh rubbing against his rising erection, he did not know. "I was thinking about how wonderful you were during our first, how well you were performing, how beautiful you looked when you were moaning my name." He nibbled on the earlobe.
"Yuuri!" The blonde begged weakly against him. His ears were his most sensitive parts and Yuuri knew that well. He used it to his fullest advantage, loving every needy cry from the Mazoku prince. The king was relentless and continued to teasingly suck on the appendage. Every suck increasing the rising of hips that buck against his. In the end he released his hold, though not without its rewards.
Glancing down at the blonde man, half-lidded emerald eyes were staring back at him. His eyes were glazed over with want, face flushed pink, with a tongue sticking out to lick dry lips. "Want to know what I was really doing before I came?" A blunt nod replied his question. Putting their foreheads together, forcing their eyes to gaze into the depths of their souls. Wolfram's lips quivered slightly from the intensity. It would be a lie to say that even Yuuri was not affected by the simple act. With confident black eyes, hot breath teasing the latter's lips, he revealed his answer.
"I was coming for you."
"Ungh!" Wolfram was silence with a fierce kiss that made his insides run wild. The declaration was enough to make his knees wobble and his erection twitch. Yuuri always had that power on him. The power to make him breathless, to make him want, to make him beg, to make him cry, to make him scream, to make him hungry for more. Yuuri took pride that he was the only one who could make him this way. A cocky grin plastered itself onto his face. Wolfram wanted him... badly.
Shibuya Yuuri was one lucky bastard.
Cries of passion and lust were muffled by the thick double doors; the activity was a secret from all. Even though he has a pure-blooded Mazoku with the finest and softest blonde hair, the most expressive emerald eyes and a nice lovely body to boot, he still denies having any attraction for guys. Yes. Even Wolfram, because quite frankly Yuuri is not attracted to Wolfram, he is in LOVE with the blonde fire Mazoku.
"Yuuri! I think I'm going to-!"
Damn.
Shibuya Yuuri was definitely one lucky bastard.
AN: Thanks for reading so far. Just another one to keep everyone happy until the next chapter of Distortion is up. This was just some random I had. Did it while I was in the bus, on the way to tuition my student. Want to know how you guys found it!
Please leave review with a few words or one. Thanks! :)
Labels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 8:05 AM
ayrie//:39
Title: And to Think It All Started With A Sentence
Author: hottee39
Rating: Pg-13 +
Summary:Yuuram. Mix a blackout, a blonde mazoku, a double-black king who is in denial and hates boys, a great sage and a box of twister, and you get a horny Yuuri!
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And to think it all started with a sentence.
Yuuri really ought to think before speaking.--
Wolfram had followed Yuuri back to Earth, claiming he wanted to ensure Yuuri didn’t cheat on him. It was a first, that Yuuri had voluntarily (don’t include the threats) allowed Wolfram to follow him back to Earth without any real reason or mission, although the blonde prince did have a personal mission of keeping Yuuri’s eyes off skirts and other pretty boys. Murata suspected that Saralegui was responsible for making the blonde even more protective against pretty boys. Anyway the geeky Great Sage found the turn of events amusing and decided to come along just for the fun of it.
However, when they did return, they found out that the Shibuya household had suffered a blackout. No electricity was available and a heavy storm was pouring outside. The Shibuya parents were out for dinner and Shori was with Bob. That only left the three of them stuck in the house. Not a problem since they could pretty much handle themselves.
They were sitting in the living room, with several candles alight around the room. There was absolutely nothing to do as they sat on the sofa and stared at each other. Wolfram stared at Yuuri. Yuuri stared at Wolfram. Murata stared at Yuuri. Yuuri stared at Murata. Murata stared at Wolfram. Wolfram stared at Yuuri. Yuuri stared at Wolfram. Murata stared at Yuuri. Yuuri stared at Murata. Murata stared at Wolfram. Wolfram was still staring at Yuuri.
Silence reigned the atmosphere...
“Argh! I can’t take it anymore; I’m so bored!!” Yuuri stood up abruptly and stretched his arms back. He caught the other two’s attention at his sudden motion. He never felt worse than death itself sitting in this eerie silence, in the blackest of nights, with no one but his annoying friend and his more annoying fiancé. The never-ending silence was eating at him inside out and if he did not do anything soon he would probably kill himself in the process! Huh? Wait. Did he just admit that the blonde was his fiancé? The boredom had made him insane. Coincidentally, as if the gods had answered his cry, a box fell out of the cabinet behind his back, perking the blonde’s interest and intriguing the four-eyed’s mind.
What they didn’t count on, unfortunately, was that coincidences could be fatal.
A game box fell out onto the floor. Upon closer inspection, the name of the game was called ‘Twister’.
“Well Shibuya seems like the gods have saved us all!” The Great Sage exclaimed out loud, swiping the box away from his friend’s vision. Yuuri was standing still, gazing hesitantly at the white box with coloured dots as decoration.
“What’s that?” Wolfram’s first words since he came here seemed to cut through the silence and had Yuuri’s sole attention on him. Watching emerald eyes observing the fascinating box, Yuuri scratched his scalp wondering how to answer him. He knew how twister games usually turned out and he did not want to explain it Wolfram since the double-black king felt extreme dislike for the infernal thing. If he had his way, Wolfram would never find out. Of course, Yuuri didn’t.
“It’s called Twister, Lord Von Bielefeld.” Even though Murata had a talent for disguising his intentions under his words, Yuuri appeared to acquire super sense and knew where his scheming friend was heading.
“Twister?” He had to admit though that a curious Wolfram emitted the most adorable voice. GYAH! Wolfram is not adorable!
“It’s nothing Wolfram! Don’t listen to him!”
“My, my, Shibuya, defensive are we?”
“Why can’t I listen to him?”
“You just can’t! And you! Shut up Murata!”
“What did I do? I was just going to explain to him the rules of the games.”
“You hiding something from me, are you Yuuri?!”
“No! I’m not!
“It’s really simple. Two or more people can play this game.”
“I’m listening.”
“No! Wolfram don’t!”
“One person would spin the wheel here and will instruct the player to place a part of his limb on a certain colour.”
“That’s all?”
“We don’t need to play the game. It’s really boring.”
“Yuuri. You were complaining about not doing anything earlier. At least we got something to do now.”
“But it’s boring and it would make me even more bored so there’s basically no point.”
“Well think of it as entertaining your fiancé. That’s something you should do.”
“Come on Shibuya! One game wouldn’t hurt! Besides, Lord Von Bielefeld has yet to know of this Earth game yet. It would serve as an enriching lesson.” With the way the light glinted off the bespectacled boy’s glasses, Yuuri regretted ever agreeing.
--
And to think it all started with a sentence.
Yuuri really ought to think before speaking.
--
Yuuri and Wolfram had their limbs crossing each other and their bodies twisted in weird ways. Murata was having fun watching them squirm. It was a plus that Wolfram never liked to give up and the blonde would never ever forgive Yuuri if he were to give up too, which made Yuuri afraid to just fake a lost. The mazoku prince has sharp eyes. Murata pushed his glasses against his bridge. Maybe he could afford to have a bit more fun with them.
“Shibuya, your left leg on green.”
“Lord Von Bielefeld, your right hand on green.”
“Right leg on red.”
“Left hand on green.” Wolfram had to move under Yuuri torso to find the next available green.
“Right hand on blue.”
“Right leg on yellow.”
“Left hand on blue.”
“Left leg on blue.” Wolfram’s leg had to stretch to the farthest blue which was near the edge. He almost slip, but Murata had counted on the blonde’ resilience to win.
“Left hand on blue.”
“It’s already on blue Murata.” He could distinguish the agony in the young Shibuya’s voice. Too bad he couldn’t laugh or it would destroy his ploy.
“Lord Von Bielefeld, your left hand on red.” For this, Wolfram had to stretch back to the farthest red. His knee accidentally brushed against Yuuri’s crotch and the double black had the audacity to gulp nervously at the violent reactions his body was suffering from the touch. In the end, Wolfram had to bend his body backwards, with his four limbs at the edges of the playing mat.
“Ow! What dumb game gets your body twisted like this?!”
“I told you so!”
“Enough! Shibuya, your left hand on green.” The black-haired teen grumbled under his breath as he reached out for the colour. He never liked this game but he just did it to amuse Wolfram. “Ahh! I need to go to the toilet! Hold on a minute, don’t move!” Before Yuuri could protest, the other teen had already exited the room and gone who knows where!
Sighing, Yuuri looked down at his position, wanting to see how the other was holding up. Surprise he was when all he had to do was look down and he had a pair of wide sparkling emerald eyes staring back into black depths. How?
Then it hit him. Their position could never been anymore perverse. That bloody Murata tricked them! The blonde had his back arched into him, his hands and legs were stretched far apart. Yuuri on the other hand, was basically towering over him. Their breaths were mingling and their bodies were an inch apart. Despite that, Yuuri could feel the body heat emitted from his fiancé. A look of stricken fright struck the emeralds, as if he just realized how provocative the situation was. Maybe they should end the game.
“Wolfram, I think we should stop.”
“What?”
“Unlike mine, your body is twisted in a weird way.”
“Shut up! I’m not a wimp like you! I can hold on!” His exclamation caused him push his body forward. Yuuri swallowed deeply at the blissful friction he experience when their bodies brushed against each other. A flash of emotion flew by those emeralds when he watched the twist of held back emotions on his fiancé’s face.
“Wolfram! Don’t do that!”
“Do what?” He looked like a real wolf right now, with that predatory glare and mocking smirk, as he fringed innocence. He lifted his hips again.
“THAT!” Yuuri gasped. He should not be aroused by such a simple brush. Wolfram was a boy for heaven’s sake! It didn’t matter that he was the most beautiful person Yuuri had ever laid eyes on. It didn’t matter that his body was responding so willingly to Wolfram’s touches. It didn’t matter that his body ached for more. It didn’t matter that he was getting hard. It didn’t matter that Wolfram knew what he was doing to Yuuri. It didn’t matter that Wolfram continued to grind against him. It didn’t matter that Yuuri was enjoying it. It didn’t matter that Wolfram’s increasing panting was turning him on. It didn’t matter that Yuuri thought Wolfram was edible. It didn’t matter that Yuuri had decided to kiss Wolfram so passionately and hungrily. It didn’t matter that Wolfram was eagerly responding and making Yuuri turn even harder. It didn’t matter that Yuuri had pushed Wolfram to the ground and was persistently grinding against him. It didn’t matter that Yuuri was loving every single noise coming from Wolfram’s lips. It didn’t matter that the game was over. In the end, it didn’t matter that Wolfram was a boy. All that matters was that Wolfram is a hot kisser.
And to think it all started with a sentence.
Yuuri really ought to think before speaking.
--
“Guess Celi’s special scented candles worked just perfect.” Murata commented as he strolled away from the scene, a smile licking at his lips.
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AN: I had this idea after a party at my house. I’m supposed to be studying but this idea kept bugging me so I just did it to get it out of my system. Love some reviews. Not really my best. Might revise it though. After my exams. Thanks to Lisse88 for keeping me company while I finished this :PLabels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 7:33 AM
ayrie//:39
Author: hottee39
Title: A Sword’s Limit
Characters/Pairing: WolframX Morgif, implied YuuriXWolfram
Rating: PG13
Warning: Kiss from animated object.
Summary: It's a known fact that Morgif like pretty girls. Though maybe he could make an exception. Perverted sword + blonde bishounen ?--
It was a known fact that the legendary sword Morgif had a strong liking for the ladies. Everytime he spots one pretty maid or girl, his eyes would go ga-ga and although it would mean disobeying the maou, his master, he would chase after them. Even though he was a sword with a weary scary face, he still has desires. Yes, everyone knows that whenever a pretty girl walked by, he would chase. However it’s not only pretty girls that Morgif likes.
What he had kept as a secret to himself (which is not that hard since nobody really understands him), was that he had a very strong liking for his master’s blonde fiancé. He loves his fiery passion to fight and protect. How his emeralds would sparkle and gleam with emotions; his sun-kissed hair which would frame his face like a halo made him all the more irresistible. It was true that Morgif never like males to begin since he did not like what lurked at the bottom, but all of that changed when he saw Von Bielefeld Wolfram.
He knew he would get into trouble if he should show his true colours, so he just remained quiet and try his best to keep the blonde by his side. The time in francia when Yuuri did not want Wolfram’s protection, he had very stubbornly disagreed and wanted the blonde to be next to them. The reason? Simple. He liked watching the blonde’s ass when he stands in front of them. How his hips would sashay left and right. How he wish his master would walk a bit more close so he could feel the firmness of his cheeks. He knew of his master’s and the blonde’s budding relationship and for some sour reason accepted it. Despite all that, he kept his restraint.
That was, until he saw the blonde wearing a maid’s outfit in the bedroom on night. The blonde had planned to wait for his master to return from the baths before springing the surprise. He leaped from the side of the bed where he was placed and threw himself at the blonde. It caught Wolfram by surprise as he was tackle to the ground. The frantic cry from his master was a dull reminder in his head as he placed a kiss on the blonde’s lips. Emeralds shot open in surprise before he took a strong grasp of the handle and pulled Morgif away. He stared at the other with frightened eyes, his arms frozen as the reality of the situation settled in on him.
“Eat you.” Those were the first words Morgif had ever pronounced properly, yet it was enough to make the blonde blush like a tomato. It was how his master had found them. Since then, Morgif relished every single moment he could to get close to the blonde. He tastes good.
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AN: Another one which I had written for the lj challenge. Please leave a review. One or a few words doesn't matter because I will still like it.Labels: Fanfiction, Kyou Kara Maou, Morgif, Shounen-ai, Wolfram, Yuuram, Yuuri
Signed Off @ 7:32 AM
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