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Who: Yuuri & Wolfram (

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Where Their room. (Room 75, first floor.)
When: After this mini-thread. Evening.
Rating: ~~PG-13?~~ Edit - PG-13 for boys kissing. Sob.
Summary: After freaking out about the hopes/fears event like a jerk, Yuuri decides it's time to suck it up and talk to Wolfram after receiving advice from both Souji and Murata. (The flowers are Murata's fault)

the Story: Yuuri was not a wimp, nor was he panicking. Okita-san had spoken perfect sense, and even though he knew Murata sometimes drove him to do things just because the other boy found it fun and amusing, he wouldn't wish ill on Yuuri, whether as a friend or as the Maou. He knew that sucking it up and talking to Wolfram about that whole... children, love, kissing business was the right thing to do. The manly thing to do. The not wimpy thing to do. Therefore, he could do this.

He could also apologize for being an ass, and he wasn't sure which part - the talking or the apologizing - was going to be more embarrassing.

Yuuri finally decided to sit down the third time he almost went sprawling from tripping over the chair at the desk, on the way to adjust the daffodils he'd found in the garden clumsily in the blue glass vase that had been on a shelf. Was it too obvious? He hoped they weren't too obvious. They were the closest he could find to Beautiful Wolfram while they were there (he knew he'd find the daffodils when he went looking, at least. they were in that song, after all), but he'd roll over and die if Wolfram brought any attention to them. Maybe he'd notice and wouldn't say anything, or. Even if he did, Yuuri could blame it on the mansion and that would be that--

No, no, that would defeat the purpose entirely! The 'mansion did it' excuse would be saved for Murata and Murata alone (since God only knew Murata was perfectly aware of Cheri-sama's gardening hobbies and would get that freakish glint in his glasses the moment he noticed) but then again why would Murata even be in their room in the first place? Wolfram would probably kick him out immediately, even if he was the Great Sage, and--

Yuuri was getting off topic, not even paying attention when someone finally approached the door.

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Wolfram put his hand on the doorknob, and hesitated. Bit his lip. Considered knocking, which was idiotic, because it was his room too. And he had absolutely no reason to worry. So Yuuri was ready to talk about what had happened... about the idea of being married, and having children, and about the fact that he had willingly kissed Wolfram even if he hadn't known it was real.

The only thing that scared Wolfram was not knowing what his fiancé was going to say. A rational response would be something along the lines of -- of "let's let this happen on its own," or even "I guess I really do feel that way for you, Wolfram--" Not that Yuuri was going to say anything like that. Wolfram wasn't going to bother with fantasizing. It was stupid. And, anyway, all he had to do was open the door and hear the real answer.

It would probably involve stuttering, and maybe a comment about how it would be better just to forget the whole thing. Probably.

Wolfram stared at the door handle. It ignored him.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to summon courage, he grabbed the handle and turned it, shoving the door open.

"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about, Yuuri?" he said, voice too loud and too sharp. He winced at the sound of it, but there was no taking back what he'd said without turning into an even bigger wimp than the one sitting at the table.

Sitting at the table next to ... a glass vase full of flowers that looked like Beautiful Wolfram. Wolfram's mouth fell open and his feet stuck where they were.

Yuuri about jumped out of his skin when Wolfram suddenly burst - or at least it seemed like he 'burst', he hadn't really been paying attention - into the room, and when he registered the look of surprise on Wolfram's face as he stared exactly where Yuuri didn't want him to...

Yuuri did jump. In a moment of gracefulness and speed, he found himself sitting on the desk right in front of that goddamned (too obvious it was too obvious) flower vase, kicking his feet and trying to beam innocently. "W-wolfram! I. Didn't hear you come to the door!"

It looked more like a grimace.

Wolfram tried to find words. It took a few seconds. Why were there flowers in the room? Why was Yuuri embarrassed about them? What was the wimp THINKING?

And if Yuuri had the grace and coordination to leap onto the desk in front of a flower vase without knocking it over, clearly he needed to be more motivated in his sword lessons.

"...It's my room too," Wolfram managed after a moment. "I didn't think I needed to knock."

He cleared his throat, and continued with a bit more strength. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"

Yuuri fidgeted, but just a little. "I didn't mean you had to knock; I was just saying you surprised me..." And then it was Yuuri's turn to clear his throat. "But! It's, er. Nothing really important, really! Nothing you can't sit down for, anyway, unless you want to stand in the doorway, because I wouldn't really stop you, but it just seems kind of. Stilted and weird to be talking to someone that just came in and hasn't gotten settled, so I just thought--"

Yuuri slapped a hand over his face mid-word and took a breath, gesturing at the bed and suddenly speaking much more evenly. "Do you think you could sit down? It's nothing bad, I promise."

Wolfram fumbled for the door handle again, yanking it closed behind him, and hurried over to the bed to perch nervously on its edge. 'Nothing bad.' Well, fine. But what was it?

He worried his lip absently between his teeth, watching Yuuri out of the corner of his eyes. Most of his gaze was busy with the carpet at his feet.

Okita-san had said 'don't let it make you panic now, don't worry about it now'. Yuuri intended to do just that. He leaned forward, resting the heels of his palms on the edge of the desk. "Er. I guess I should just say the most important thing first."

And he sighed. "Sorry for being such a jerk and freaking out, Wolfram. It was probably like a smack to the face after how I'd been acting during--"

Wait.

"--I mean. Not that kind of smack to the face, but. A really stupid thoughtless thing I did that I shouldn't have done because I didn't think."

Wolfram blinked. In all the options he'd had running through his mind, "Yuuri apologizing" had not appeared even once. Which was because it didn't make any sense.

"Don't... don't worry about it," he said, flushing. "I s-shouldn't have--" Expected too much. He'd kicked himself afterwards for yelling, when Yuuri was just reacting the way anyone could have predicted -- it had been a shock, and he'd. Probably been affected somehow by thinking it was a dream or by the mansion or something, because it was Wolfram's wishes that the stupid shack was showing in their true form, and --

Wolfram stared at the floor, red to the ears, and tried again more quietly. "I-I'm sorry for yelling at you about it. I mean. I should have expected you to react that way."

'From now on,' Yuuri thought / grumbled to himself, 'Wolfram isn't allowed to say anything in response to me apologizing.'

On the outside, he abruptly stood up, accidentally kicking the chair again a couple inches to the side, and put his hands in his hair. "No, no, that's exactly what I mean! I don't want to keep being a jerk, Wolfram! I always respond like that, don't I? Why do you even bother following me around when I keep acting like that?"

Edited 2008-06-23 08:56 (UTC)

Wolfram was really worried that the look of befuddlement was going to stick on his face if Yuuri kept talking. He couldn't exactly make it go away when the wimp kept saying things like that. Being a jerk? Yuuri? Sure, Wolfram might yell as much at the wimp in a moment of anger, but he still felt the impulse to argue when Yuuri was the one accusing himself. He did love Yuuri the way he was. Even when it made him mad. He didn't expect Yuuri to turn into someone else overnight. It would be nice if Yuuri did it a little less, sometimes... or not. Because now he was talking openly, and Wolfram was just confused.

Yuuri, being in his Serious Orator Mode, was less on the track to babbling than he was to pacing, and it wasn't until he spun heel in close vicinity to the closet that he noticed wasn't responding at all. His questions had been mostly hypothetical, sure, but it looking almost like there weren't even any lights upstairs, from the way Wolfram was looking at him.

He froze, mid-step, and blinked, his hands slipping from his hair but still up to either side of his head, frozen mid-gesture. "...What?"

Wolfram stuttered a little, and then shook himself. Yuuri was talking to him seriously. This was not the time to stare blankly. He had to come up with something to say. Some kind of honest and useful response that would actually advance the conversation. He cast his thoughts back to what the wimp -- no, the not-wimp-at-the-moment, or at least less-wimpy-than-Wolfram -- had said.

"Y-you don't have to--" He swallowed the nervous lump that had lodged in his throat. "Just be yourself, wimp." That was the Yuuri he'd fallen in love with, faults and all. That would be enough, right?

After all those jabs about how he should stop running away and stop being a wimp and stop avoiding things, now was not the time for Wolfram to start patronizing him, in Yuuri's mind. It was bad enough before he tacked the nickname on.

Yuuri threw his hands in the air, exasperated and - to his credit, he was aware of this - overdramatic, and snapped, "Fine, I'll be myself. And since I'm not a wimp, I won't be a wimp." With that, he stormed over, pulling Wolfram forward by his poofy neck thing (cravat?), and kissed him thoroughly, in a way that rivaled one from when they both thought the illusion was merely a wet dream.

When he did pull away, he didn't even give Wolfram a moment to react before he spoke. "There. I knew exactly what I was doing, that time, and I did it on my own, so I am not a wimp."

...His immediate action after saying this almost countered the statement, however, as he flopped down next to the blond with his back to him and proceeded to sulk not unlike a dorky teenager that was sore about his ego getting trampled.

Wolfram's mouth had sagged open the moment Yuuri grabbed his cravat and yanked him forward, and he wasn't sure whether that had helped or hurt. It had certainly made the kiss a lot more intimate than he'd been expecting. If he had been expecting a kiss. Which he had not been. At all.

He spun around, belatedly, face a firey red. "Yuuri! What do you think you're -- I --" His voice trailed off into a high-pitched squeak, and he waved his arms wordlessly, hoping to convey just how much his fiancé's actions did not make sense. Which they did not! At all! There was no reason for Yuuri to -- when they were both completely awake...

'I knew exactly what I was doing, that time, and I did it on my own.' Wolfram made another, fainter, squeaking noise, sagging back onto the bed and staring at his fiancé's grumpily hunched shoulders. That meant. Then. Yuuri was. His brain was refusing to finish its sentences and it was all that not-currently-a-wimp's fault.

Taking a deep breath (it took a few tries, but he managed), Wolfram reached over to put his hand on Yuuri's shoulder.

"Then don't take it back this time," he purred, and leaned down for their third kiss.

Yuuri turned back slightly, surprised to feel the response via a touch on his shoulder so quickly, with how Wolfram had been shorting out mere moments before. "I never did take it ba--"

Dammit, Wolfram wasn't supposed to make him blush like that right after he'd got a good one on him.

Wolfram sat back after a moment, knowing he had a completely ridiculous grin on his face but not quite able to make himself care.

"Sure you didn't," he sniffed. "What was all of the shouting and let's-forget-about-this supposed to mean, then?"

His words were only slightly belied by the hand that he slipped into Yuuri's hand to squeeze it.

Yuuri turned an even brighter red and looked away, mumbling. "I meant that you shouldn't've worried about taking my first k--" Even though they did it, he couldn't quite say it. "...Because you didn't know. And it was just embarrassing for me to talk about. Kind of like how it is right now, too."

"Oh," Wolfram mumbled, beating Yuuri by several shades of red. Sometimes he hated his fair complexion. He'd assumed Yuuri meant the whole thing.

...And besides, Yuuri had been perfectly willing to kiss him back! Just because their first kiss had technically been under false pretenses....

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Um. S-sorry, then. I misunderstood."

Yuuri rolled a bit closer and shifted onto his stomach, pulling Wolfram down by the hand next to him, so they both could have a stunning view of the wall. "It hurt you more, so don't apologize."

He pushed himself further. He'd already gotten that far, so why not keep up the babble he'd normally not have the guts to say? "...They were really cute, weren't they?"

Wolfram melted at the comment. He wasn't exactly objecting to Yuuri pulling him down into something that almost counted as a snuggle, either.

"They were," he said, his hand tightening around Yuuri's again. "...And you'd obviously spoiled them far too much, from the way they were acting."

It wasn't a snuggle! It was more a... friendly flop-on-stomach-in-mildly-close-quarters. Um.

Yuuri snorted. "I spoiled them? Right. I think the one that smacked me in the face with a broom happened to be taking after you, so who's the bigger criminal here?"

Wolfram turned his nose up. "She apologized." Although, to be honest, the oldest boy didn't exactly seem to be taking after Yuuri. Or Wolfram.

"...I wonder where Gregor got that attitude from?" he mused.

Yuuri twitched a little, remembering more and more of the strange encounter and realizing he was the only sane person in three family generations. "Taxes were tight and we had to hire a squirrel for a babysitter. Either that or Josak."

Wolfram snickered a little. "Probably Josak," he agreed, putting an arm over Yuuri's waist very subtly indeed. It was the only explanation for where their second oldest had learned to jump like that--

Well, apart from the fact that the whole thing had been an illusion and if one of them had wanted it Gregor would probably have been able to fly. He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed. It had seemed so real that he kept being tempted to treat it as though it really was the future....

Yuuri turned pink, but only slightly, his chin still resting on his crossed arms. But even though his facial expression made it obvious that he noticed, he also made it obvious that he didn't intend to move.

That was good enough for Wolfram. He relaxed, settling down into the mattress and trying to shut up the little voice in the back of his mind caroling "Yuuri is letting me touch him!"

Although he wasn't trying too hard, because the little voice was absolutely right.

He let the silence remain between them. It was a comfortable silence.

For Wolfram, it was, maybe. Yuuri spent those moments of silence equal parts wanting to bolt away in reflex and wanting to be absolutely reckless and go back to how they were during that... illusion. Yuuri was wondering if he himself was capable of a happy medium.

Oh well. At least, for the moment, he was managing 'happy'.

"...S-so you thought that was a dream too?"

That was not a topic Wolfram wanted to discuss. Cheeks flaming again, he attempted to hide his face in the sheet. Talking about his dreams with Yuuri would be a very bad thing.

Still, he was trying to be honest. He couldn't let the wimp outdo him.

"Yes," he mumbled into the cool cloth.

Yuuri pressed his face flat against the mattress and hoped his hair covered the red tips of his ears. "Okita-san said that the illusion showed people their greatest fear or greatest wish."

At least Yuuri looked as embarrassed as he did. And it wasn't as if Wolfram had ever made his greatest wish a secret. Well, mostly. Apart from the times where he got embarrassed and started yelling, but he did that far less often than Yuuri.

"...Yes," he said.

Yuuri kicked a foot, twitching a little. Wolfram didn't get it? He really didn't want to have to elaborate--

"...W-well, I wasn't scared, and my mom wasn't there with a dress or something, and no one died, and there wasn't a war, and. Or."

Wolfram paused. He could see what Yuuri was getting at. The only problem was that it made no sense.

"Yuuri," he said slowly, "it was my greatest wish." Even with Yuuri acting like this -- not that it wasn't nice! It was. Very. But even with Yuuri acting like this, Wolfram really doubted that domestic bliss and very short green nightgowns were his fiancé's greatest anything. "T-that doesn't mean..."

...Did it? Wolfram trailed off into silence, uncertain.

B-but it wouldn't make sense that the mansion skipped him and only him, would it? "Maybe parts were yours and parts were mine. I mean, you know I like kids, and. Well, that's a long time from now anyway."

Dammit, Wolfram's arguments were letting him back off.

Wolfram had been spending far too much of this conversation bright red. It didn't look as though he were going to stop anytime soon, though.

"Maybe," he allowed in a small voice, glad that Yuuri wasn't looking at him. If that had been both of their hopes mingled, well. The future was looking pretty bright.

Yuuri was glad he was Japanese, most definitely, and didn't have Wolfram's complexion. Regardless, he stretched his hands out in front of himself to partially hide his face as he agreed, quietly, "Yeah, maybe."

This, as far as Wolfram was concerned, called for a cuddle. He tightened the grip of his arm around Yuuri's waist, leaning closer. His fiancé's hair was tickling his nose. It smelled vaguely herbal. Wolfram caught himself trying to lean closer and identify the scent, and carefully scooted about an inch and a half further away. There. That was the necessary Yuuri-personal-space.

...Or, at least, it was all that Yuuri really seemed to need at the moment.

Yuuri was ashamed to note that he was mildly terrified, yes, but was wise enough not to voice it.

Wolfram was content to allow another one of those comfortable-for-him silences to take over.

Wolfram was a selfish bastard.

Yuuri could use the practice.

Since he wasn't objecting, in any case, Wolfram gave up on the inch and a half and snuggled in closer. Some kind of herb scent, anyway. Not a minty one. More of a crushed-green-leaf kind of smell. It complemented the underlying scent, which appeared to be "nervous sweat."

That was it. Yuuri could tell when he was being messed with, and he was perfectly capable of countering the gesture.

Which meant Wolfram very quickly had a facefull of matress when Yuuri pushed his head away with a hand. "Wolfram. Liberties with the touching."

Edited 2008-06-24 01:21 (UTC)

Wolfram grumbled, pulling away from Yuuri's hand. "Fine," he said with a slight glare. He had been enjoying himself.

On the other hand, giving Yuuri an aneurysm this soon would be counterproductive. And his fiancé hadn't actually pried Wolfram's arm off of his waist. Which meant that Wolfram was allowed more "liberties" than he was used to already.

Mollified by that train of thought, Wolfram returned to the inch-and-a-half-of-personal-space position, and settled comfortably in.

Well, at least Wolfram had listened to him. But even so, Yuuri had no idea what he had just gotten himself into.

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