Gokuyo's insensitive rant

Cowboy Bebop

2009-01-20T18:28:19Z

So they're making a live Cowboy Bebop movie....and Keanu Reeves is going to be spike...i think i just died a little inside

bard_of_death @ 2008-11-04T23:03:00

2008-11-05T04:04:13Z

Barack Obama is our new President!!!!!!! YES!

bard_of_death @ 2008-10-19T01:21:00

2008-10-19T05:21:37Z

does anyone even read this anymore?

meme i stole from angela

2008-08-27T17:30:22Z

My name:
Who is the love of my life:
Where did we meet:
Take a stab at my middle name:
How long have you known me:
When is the last time that we saw each other:
Do I smoke:
Do I drink:
When is my birthday:
What was your first impression of upon meeting me:
Do I have any siblings:
What's one of my favorite things to do:
Am I funny:
What's my favorite type of music:
What is the best feature about me:
Am I shy or outgoing:
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:
Do I have any special talents:
Would you consider me a friend/good friend:
Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else (what):
What is a memory we have once had:
Have you ever hugged me:
Do you miss me...do you think i miss you:
What is my favorite food:
Are we friends:
Will you repost this so I can do it for you:

i want to see how well people kno me i guess lol

Because nothing is better for a metaphor than fire

2008-07-22T06:16:05Z

I used to be an unlit match stick, in my simple design I held so much potential. You struck me alive against your hand with your first kiss.

As a young lit match, I yearned to grow. The small flicker that was my existence was fragile but ambitious. You built a pit of dry leaves, twigs, logs and gasoline. Amongst those things were a few unspoken promises and unknown desires.

With mindful hands, you led me to the pit you made for me and let me loose. I soon became a full blown flame, surging with power and eagerness.

But instead of you staying with me as I grew, you took a step back. You left me raging and ubrideled, with no sense of restriction. When you should have stayed to teach me restraint, to keep me in the bounds of the pit, you backed away in awe of the natural disaster you let loose.

And a disaster I am becoming. With your back turned, you will never see the wildfire that I will become and you will never hear the destruction that I will do.

[only you can prevent out of control passion]

CoN: Prince Caspian

2008-06-01T03:23:49Z

so i saw Prince Caspian today, and it was pretty good. Caspian and Peter are sooooo fucking hot, like whoa haha

admittedly, i want to read the books to find out what happens cause i kno it will be another few years before the next movie comes out and the stories are interesting enough. so, if there is anyone who owns the books and is willing to lend them to me then that would be awesome. also, if they happen to suck hardcore then tell me lol.

PS whoever i havent hung out with...we need to hang out! lol

AB08

2008-03-23T20:40:35Z

So Anime Boston this year was pretty damn good, not as good at the year Steven J Blum was there, but definately enjoyable. The cosplay was...eh, not as bad as last year tho. My costume came together decently, my shoes like totally destroyed my feet lulz. I got recognized by about 10 people, which is pretty good. When i was youzen...god...4 years ago? no one recognized me so im satisfied hahaha. Me and Hope decided that this year was "the year of amazing props" cause while the costumes may have sucked, the props and weapons were very well crafted.

Nate's costumes were good, just terribly overdone by all the fucking narutards and bleach fags -_-. his friend brandie came up and she was really cool, a little quiet but she opened up after a while. she's like a total hot guy magnet, it was nuts! lol i had a great time with them and hope.

The Masquerade was tons better than last year...last year was just horrible lol. there were some really impressive cosplay (Blinky Cante! and amazing Link group!!) and some really funny skits (Fatal Frame 2 zombies, The Weakest Link, and the fucking Duck Hunt Ninjas!! <3) I had a lot of fun. The AMV winners were really good too, especially the Winners for Romance and i think it was action...? Which was an Ouran Highschool one and an FFVII Advent Children one to the Ghostbusters theme. it was indeed hilarious!

overall, a great weekend (except for the no sleep thing...ugh) ^__^

bard_of_death @ 2008-01-01T21:17:00

2008-01-02T02:18:26Z

One of the first conversations Josh and I ever had. he put it in a note on facebook and i found it lol

hay u there 99: i want pancakes ... but im to lazy to go make them
hay u there 99: random ...... yes
hay u there 99: but i been sitting here with a box of pancake mix on my lap for like a half hour now
Anrui no Enzeru: hahaha
Anrui no Enzeru: i hope u call that poor pancake box after youre done with it, cause im pretty sure it will want a relationship with u by this point
hay u there 99: hahaha
hay u there 99: it tried to hit on me 2ce allready
hay u there 99: i kept telling it to stop drinking
hay u there 99: it didn't lisen
hay u there 99: so now its passed out
hay u there 99: & im like damn i have to pee
hay u there 99: but i don't want it to wake up
Anrui no Enzeru: awww
Anrui no Enzeru: poor pancake mix box, it has a horrible 9 to 5 to go home to
hay u there 99: & when it get home i'm all like HAY go make me a sandwich!
hay u there 99: but it keeps making pancakes
Anrui no Enzeru: lol
hay u there 99: i like pancakes as much as the next person
hay u there 99: but have a veriety would be nice
hay u there 99: having*
Anrui no Enzeru: hehe
Anrui no Enzeru: i have the same relationship with a jar of peanut butter
hay u there 99: peanut butter?
Anrui no Enzeru: yeah
hay u there 99: i herd those types are bad
Anrui no Enzeru: *sniffle sniffle* he beats me...
hay u there 99: a lil off there rocker
hay u there 99: i'll kill em
hay u there 99: no one hits a woman
hay u there 99: NO ONE
Anrui no Enzeru: no! you'll only make the peanut butter madder!
hay u there 99: let me talk to him
hay u there 99: put em on the aol
Anrui no Enzeru: peanut butter: ...
hay u there 99: i'll teach him a thing or 2
hay u there 99: hay
Anrui no Enzeru: PB: ...
hay u there 99: stop hitting this fine young lady
hay u there 99: wtf is your problem huh
hay u there 99: does it make you more of a man
Anrui no Enzeru: PB: *jar falls over*
hay u there 99: hitting girls
hay u there 99: HAY HAY get back here
Anrui no Enzeru: *falls on the floor*
hay u there 99: don't you run away from me!
hay u there 99: i'll kill you
hay u there 99: you touch her
Anrui no Enzeru: PB: ...
hay u there 99: touch her again see what happens
hay u there 99: you think its cool to hit girls
hay u there 99: huh
Anrui no Enzeru: PB: *lid falls off*
hay u there 99: whats your malfunction
hay u there 99: o no you don't
hay u there 99: you better be makin a sandwich
hay u there 99: i'll spread you all over I - 95
hay u there 99: i swear
Anrui no Enzeru: PB: SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!!!!
hay u there 99: ooooo you a big mother fucker now huh
Anrui no Enzeru: PB: ...
Anrui no Enzeru: Me: wtf...?
hay u there 99: hay
hay u there 99: don't look at her
hay u there 99: im talking to you
hay u there 99: not her
hay u there 99: shes not sayin n e thing
hay u there 99: you leave her out of this
hay u there 99: DON"T MAKE ME CALL JELLY!
Anrui no Enzeru: PB: *suddenly explodes*
hay u there 99: yea....... thast what i though
Anrui no Enzeru: haha
hay u there 99: lol
Anrui no Enzeru: did we just waist like 5 minutes of our lives doing that?

bard_of_death @ 2007-12-18T00:40:00

2007-12-18T06:42:50Z

He was laying next to me in the dark, and it was almost too muted to see his expression. His eyes were closed and for a moment I thought he was asleep. The conversation that had ended only minutes ago had brought tears to my eyes. He was so unsure, his uncertainty tearing me apart. I cried silently as he spoke to me the words I knew he would say. I felt all my questions had been answered, that in his uncertainty there was conclusion. It wouldn't work, he doesn't know how he feels, there are so many others, there is work, there is school, there is distance, there is...uncertainty. I took my rejection well, not bothering with follow up, just laying next to him trying to fall asleep and forget I ever felt anything for him. He started touching me, he's always affectionate, and I was hurt, so I assumed it was to comfort me. His hand circled my face gently, fingers gliding across my cheek and lips tenderly. It didn't feel like comfort, there was meaning to those touches. My heart beat in my chest, hope swelling to the point of bursting out of my body. Finally, he took my chin in his fingers and gently guided my head back so that he could kiss me. And we did, and all I could think I was "I swear to god if he's only doing this cause he's half awake, i'm gonna kill him" and in the very very back of my mind I said "please let this be more than just a kiss". He was so...sweet. It was tender and full of quiet, non urgent desire. After a few minutes we broke apart and he said "I haven't felt this tingling in my heart for a long time..." He gave me a meaningful look, then kissed me again. I spent the night in his arms, and while I had slept with him in the same bed before that night, it just wasnt the same. We stayed up til 9 in the morning just being close.

When we were about to fall asleep, i asked him quietly "how did this happen?" He sat up a little and looked me right in the eyes and said "After I finished talking to you, there was this feeling at the bottom of my stomach that just traveled up until I was kissing. I asked myself why i was so afraid, and couldn't find the answer"

I don't know what we are now, There is something there, but it is virtually unpersueable. I want to enjoy it while it lasts, knowing what it's like to be treated right, to be cared for by the most amazing person alive. It will be gone soon, so I have to get as much in there as possible

bard_of_death @ 2007-12-02T14:10:00

2007-12-02T19:11:08Z

can someone tell me why i'm still here?

bard_of_death @ 2007-11-12T18:40:00

2007-11-12T23:41:30Z

two opportunities to cure my loneliness have just slipped by in a matter of a day, and the third i'm on the brink of giving up on. I think im gonna ask my psychiatrist to up my meds so i dont have to feel anymore.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 4

2007-10-17T04:45:08Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 4
Series: KKM
Pairing: Yuuram
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi, cursing, Speedos, and angst...so much stupid angst
Summary: "Do I act like a whore?" thats all you need to kno lol

“Why are you so excited?” I asked, walking out of the front door of the cottage to see Yuuri practically jumping for joy.

He turns to me, his face a little flushed and his eyes bright with anticipation but he suddenly deflates when he sees that I have a towel wrapped around my waist. He walks over to me with long steps, eventually coming so close that our bodies almost touch, and he places his hands on my hips. “What’s with the towel?” he questions, his voice is strained for some reason.

I glare at him, my brow flat with exasperation, “This bathing suit is embarrassing. Where’s yours, by the way? You get to wear shorts in the water?” He dons a suspiciously guilty smile.

“This is my...bathing suit...”

Rage builds up in my chest as the feeling of humiliation settles in my stomach. “What!? Why did you make me where this skimpy thing when you get to wear that!? The only reason I agreed to wear this is because I thought you had to as well!”

He frowns while I berate him and he shrinks down, as if that would help him avoid my ire. I’m so mad that I don’t see the devious look in his eye before it’s too late.

Before I know it, he’s dashing down the porch steps and onto the beach, towards the shore, with the towel that was around my waist in his hand. Shell-shocked, I stand on the porch with my mouth wide open and my hands covering my front, pelvic area. “Yuuri!” I yell at him, so mortified that I barely know what to do with myself.

He makes it to the water and runs in until the water is to about mid-calf. “C’mon! The water is nice!” he yells back to me, waving the towel like a flag of victory.

“Or I could just go back in the cottage, put clothes on and then just watch you swim!” I scream at him, shaking my fist vigorously to display my complete and utter fury at his childish antics. Even from far away I can see the unhappy pout on his face, caused by my words.

I feel guilty for overreacting. He did buy the swimsuit for me and he did say it was a private beach. But I’m mad because he deceived me for some stupid joke, just to humiliate me for his own pleasure.

With a sigh, I walk down to the beach, trying to look dignified by acting normal while the overwhelming urge to cover my genitals gnaws at me. I can see him watching me closely, observing every sway of my hip to the swinging of my arms. Sometimes his intense gaze unnerves me. I hadn’t noticed it until after he and I got married. His large, expressive, black eyes would watch me move, watch me breathe, and see everything I did. He didn’t do it all the time, only occasionally when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, but sometimes he did it without even realizing it. His gaze would flit across my body, observing every movement of muscle under my skin, every time the wind played with my hair, staring unyielding into my eyes. They would smolder like hot coals, burning through any facade I may try to build up, peering into my soul.

Yes, it sounds completely cliché but that’s the best way I can explain it. When he looks at me like that, it’s like no other person exists to him but me. I wonder if I seem that way to him when he mesmerizes me and I can’t seem to avoid watching him, looking for every move he makes and becoming enthralled by his body.

I walk up to him in the water and the temperate ocean laps at my legs. He hands me the towel but I don’t put it back around my waist, instead I roll it up into a ball and throw it onto the dry beach. He offers me a satisfied smile, taking a step up to me and trailing his fingertips down my bare arms.

“I have a confession to make.” He says, kissing me on the eyebrow, of all places. I know it can’t be anything serious because he’s not nervous. If anything he’s confident as he towers over me, snuggling his face in my hair. “Most people don’t wear the kind of bathing suit I bought for you.”

“Really?” I reply, rolling my eyes. He chuckles.

“I bought it because I wanted to see you in it. Obviously, my intentions were anything but pure.” I tilt my head back to meet his gaze. He has a sheepish grin on his face, but he still has a satisfied air. I feel a little used by this, but also flattered.

Putting my hands on his shoulders, I stand on my tiptoes and use him for balance. “Who would’ve thought that I married a pervert.” My lips are a hair’s breath away from his and he tries to close the gap between us. I pull back just enough to avoid full contact.

“Of course I am,” he responds, “Every boy my age is. So are you, just in a different way.” I can feel his hands land on my sides, sliding down and around me.

“How’s that?” I whisper.

He tries to kiss me again, but I turn my head so his kiss lands on my cheek. “I’m perverted in the goofy way, like making you wear a Speedo and joking in a sexual way. You...you’re perverted...like...”

He seems unable to form his thought into words but I know what he means. His so-called “perversion” is nothing but indecent jokes and public displays. I carry my “perversion” to the sheets, doing things that he would never do himself, saying sexy things in his ear at a hushed tone, touching him before he’ll touch me.

“I’m perverted like this?” I ask, thrusting my hand down the front of his shorts while I stare into his shocked eyes.

“Y-yes!” He yelps, losing his balance from my sudden advance and sending us toppling into the water. He lands painfully on his ass with me sprawled out on top of him. He starts to laugh and it infects me so we both chortle loudly, so hard that our eyes water and our lungs throb.

Sometimes my own actions are a phenomenon to me. I’d like to think that I’m a modest person, conservative and refined. But there are times, much like these, where I throw all modesty out the window and I indulge in shameless pleasures. Actually...I act like a whore. Much to my own dismay, it rings true. I encourage him to want me, I tease and taunt him, I urge him to touch me more and in more foreign places, and I say such shameless things. Before now, I hadn’t paid much mind to it. I assumed it was all part of the discovery process, being in love and being in lust, exploring until we knew each other better than we knew ourselves. But Yuuri doesn’t act the way I do; he doesn’t push or act shameless.

I know that this is a part of myself that I can’t control. It’s like another me trapped inside, an alternate personality I created in all my old dreams and fantasies to cope with loneliness. This man was someone who could please Yuuri, could mold and manipulate him to my will, which was why I created him. In a time when I thought all hope was lost, I made this personality to force Yuuri to love me. But why was he here now? It’s as if he became part of my real self so that I can handle the sexual part of our relationship.

It never bothered me before now, but suddenly the idea of being so unabashed irks me. Does Yuuri feel like I act too forward? Would he prefer if I were more reserved? Does it bother him that I don’t act like myself?

“Wolfram, what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet for a while.” He breaks my train of though with his soft, concerned voice. I clamber off him and swim further into the water. He follows, his splashes raining my back with water. I stop at an area where I can still stand if I strain my legs. He stops next to me and, of course, he’s tall enough to stand here. “What’s wrong?” he persists, swimming extremely close to me.

“Do...do you think I act...” I don’t want to say ‘like a whore’, but I don’t have any other way to phrase it so he can really understand. Beside, that’s exact question I want to ask. “Do you think I act like a whore?” I finish my question quickly and look away from him, focusing on something far away on the horizon.

He swims around me so he’s in my line of vision but I just squeeze my eyes shut. “Wolfram, you don’t act like a whore! What would give you that idea?” He takes my chin in his hand, tilting my head up. I open my eyes and he looks worried.

“You said I was perverted in a different way...and I thought about it...and the way I am, I act so shameless!” Perhaps it’s ridiculous, thinking about this so hard. But what if pushing myself on him really bothers him and he never told me?

“You aren’t shameless. It’s just the way people are when they’re...intimate. I always pictured you that way, devious, sexy, and far more knowledgeable than me. Just because you know more about sex than me doesn’t make you a whore, not even close.” He curls his arms around me in the water, bringing our foreheads together. “Beside, I...I like it when you act like that. It makes me...excited to know that it’s because of me that you’re turned on.”

I blush at his honesty, but am still bothered by my behavior. “But I don’t act like myself! I become this different person...”

He offers me an empathetic smile, smoothing back my hair with his wet hand. “So do I. When I get into it, it’s like another part of me takes over. I lose all self-control, my insecurities disappear, and I just can’t stop myself. Like today, I couldn’t hold back anymore and that other part of me took over and...well...against the cottage door...” He blushes too, looking away from me.

“Oh...”

“So, no. You don’t act like a whore. If you do, then so do I. But I don’t feel like a whore because I only want to have sex with you.” Yuuri’s words make me feel better. The feeling of isolation I had evaporates because I know I’m not alone. His experiences are the same as mine, and I suddenly feel very close to him. I get to go through everything with him for the first time, both his and my first time. Knowing this makes me very happy.

“Thanks Yuuri.” I say.

He accepts it with a sweet kiss on my mouth. It’s gentle, giving and so very ‘Yuuri’. He splits from me and takes a deep breath before going all the way under the water. I follow in suit, opening my eyes in the salty liquid to see him floating next to me, staring back. I smile and he smiles back before swimming away, turning back to wave me slowly forward to follow him.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 24

2007-10-17T04:33:35Z

We wake up early and pack our things. We throw the leftover food away, figuring that it wouldn’t be of any use to keep it.

The only sounds are caused by our movement, no words are exchanged. If we catch each other’s eye, we only smile and continue with our tasks. It feels like we’re mourning over our freedom, contributing only a respectable silence to commemorate the death of carefree happiness.

I try not to think about all the work that awaits me back home. I have to train new troops, do patrols, I might even have a diplomatic mission or two coming up. Gah! I want to stay here forever!

“You ready to go?” Yuuri calls to me. I didn’t realize that I was spacing out, a folded up shirt hanging precariously from my hand.

I shake my head to jostle myself back to reality. “Yeah, I’m ready” I call back, placing the shirt neatly into my bag and closing it. I grab that bag and all my others and amble awkwardly to the door.

“Now, Otou-san is meeting us on the street near here, right? We don’t have to walk too far?” I whine, hauling my bags (which seem heavier then when we arrived) and trying to look like they are hard to carry.

He watches me and rolls his eyes. “Wow, vacation has really made you soft hasn’t it?”

I straighten up when I get to him. I scowl at him then drop my heaviest bag on his right foot. “Ahhh!” he yelps, pulling his foot out from under the case, lifting it up and rubbing it. He loses his balance and falls out of the door and onto the porch, flat on his ass.

I walk over him, casting a haughty glance his way. “Carry that for me, would you?” I ask snidely, a twisted little smirk on my face. He pouts at me as I walk down the steps and towards the street, making sure to swing my hips provocatively.

It happened to be a mistake that I turned my back to him because before I knew it I did a nice face plant into the sand. A sharp pain shot down my spine from center to tailbone.

I roll over to see the bag that I had dropped on Yuuri’s foot laying to my side. That son of a bitch threw my bag back at me! And he actually hit me in the back! He starts to laugh, probably because of the violated look on my face. “What the hell!?!” I screamed, scrambling up from the ground and charging at him.

He’s laughing so hard that he doesn’t notice I’m coming at him until I’m practically on top of him. I tackled him and wrestle him to the ground, punching him with very little restraint.

“You could have seriously hurt me! I was just kidding!” I bark, wailing on him pretty harshly.

He covers his face in case one of my berserk punches might land there. “Kind of ugh!” he groans when I hit him in the stomach, “like you’re doing to me right now!”

He takes a chance and grabs at my hands and managed to catch one wrist. I try to pry his hand off me, only to have him grab that wrist too. “Shit!” I yell, struggling against him.

He throws his weight to the side, effectively rolling us over. He pins me to the ground with entire body and I can feel myself imprint the sand. Being incapacitated makes me lose all my energy.

He lets his head rest on the bridge of skin and tendons between my neck and shoulder. I feel him shudder and wonder if I had really hurt him. He looks up and I’m relieved to find that he’s only laughing.

“Why did you flip out?” he asks.

“I don’t know…” I reply and start to laugh too.

I’m pretty sure Yuuri and I are a bit sadomasochistic.

“What are you two doing?”

We look up simultaneously to see Shouma Shibuya standing over us. Yuuri climbs off of me quickly and greets his father rather uncouthly. I take my time in standing, brushing the sand off my rear and back.

I take one last glance at the beach and the sea, admiring it, burning the image into my memory. I hope to return here someday.

Otou-san helps us carry our bags to the car and he tosses them in the far back, you know the one with the horizontal door and no windows?

I sit in the back seat and make myself comfortable, preparing to take a nice nap during the long trip back to the Shibuya household. Yuuri sits beside me in the back and looks out the window when his father starts to drive. I see longing in his black diamond eyes, like he’s calling to the sea, asking it to follow us home. We will most definitely return here someday.

After a little while, I start to feel myself doze but I keep getting jostled awake because I slide down the seat. If I lean on the window, the hard metal keeps me awake, but if I lean in the opposite direction, I just fall over. I groan and try to readjust.

The seat dips and the sound of cloth sliding against cloth fills my ears. I open my eyes a sliver, not even bothering to lift them. Yuuri’s arm and lap are now in my vision, meaning he had moved over so I could use him as a pillow.

I snuggle into his shoulder, sighing in content. My hand crawls up onto his warm, inviting thigh and I trace lazy circles there. My lids become heavy, my hand too tired to continue in it’s circular path and my breath starts to even out.

Before I fall asleep, I feel a hand clasp mine and lace our fingers together. “Good night, Wolfram,” Yuuri whispers.

My throat closes up and a small whimper escapes my mouth. I’m reminded of the first time he openly showed his affection for me, ur eyes blinded by the dark of night, our intertwined hands hidden from the world by the blanket of the bed we shared. A solitary tear rolls down my face and I think of how fucking lucky I am to have him before I fall asleep, happier than any other person in existence.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 23

2007-10-17T04:31:53Z

Title: The Honeymooners
Series: KKM
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yuuram
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, sex, anal, cursing, all that jazz
Summary: dude...of course they need to have end of vacation sex. who do you think i am? lol

We get back to the cottage and manage to scrape together an adequate meal, consisting of some of those yummy ramen noodles and some take-out left overs from the other day.

Neither of us really has anything to say. We eat in companionable silence, and I allow myself to bask in the small comfort of his presence and the warm food filling my belly. He finishes before me, surprisingly, and I feel his eyes on me while I shovel the delicious instant noodles into my mouth.

I don’t want to look up, in fear of his stare being intense. Sometimes, when he falls into his odd pensive moments, his obsidian, shining eyes seem to be staring through whatever he’s looking act. I feel like he could see right into my soul, bearing me naked to him. And we all know how I handle vulnerability.

Then I feel gentle warmth over my other, inert hand. His long, almost masculine delicate fingers slide over mine, lightly clasping my hand. That simple gesture brings color to my face, and I’m not really sure why it’s so flattering. I life my eyes enough to see his tan hand on mine, his digits still on my skin.

When I finally raise my eyes to meet his, a shiver runs up my spine. Those eyes are so captivating. They pull me and I get so lost while staring into nothing. I’m convinced that there is something at the end of the black emptiness of his eyes. So I’ll stare at them forever, hoping that I fill find that prize.

His chair scrapes against the floor, making a loud squeak due to the friction of the wood. He stands up and leans over slowly, getting closer to my face. I lean forward to meet him in a breathtaking kiss.

Planting his hands firmly on the table, he settles all his weight on his arms to he can continue to kiss me properly. If I was nice, I would stand up and move up a bit more to make it easier for him, but I’m not a very kind man.

We break apart to take a breath, our noses still touching and our corresponding breath creating condensation between our mouths. “You’ve become a lot more daring, Yuuri,” I whisper.

I don’t so much see him blush as I feel the temperature of his face rise. “I guess,” he replies, “it still takes a lot of courage for me to be forward, though.”

I smile, running the back of my hand down his cheek. “That’s ok, I would be a little disconcerted if you were really sure of yourself.” I seal my words with another kiss, pressing my reddened lips against his.

He starts to move again, climbing completely onto the table to end up on all fours, still engrossed in kissing me. Clumsily, I push my chair back and stand up slowly, meeting him half way.

He sits back on his knees while I’m standing at my full height, our mouths a combined frenzy of teeth, tongue and lips. He holds my body in place by grasping my upper arms and squeezing inward.

I break free from him with a gasp, tossing my hair to get it out of my face. “What should we do on our last night here?” I ask coyly, batting my eyelashes.

Finally, he climbs all the way over the table to my side, standing between it and me. I gasp involuntarily when he moves his body to be flush against mine and his hardened length is compressed against my thigh.

“Well, I think it’s quite obvious what you want to do,” I say with a chuckle that gets magnified into a full-out laugh when he blushes again. I’m sure he would’ve allowed himself to be embarrassed by that if I hadn’t taken his bulge in my hand and began to massage it.

His arms loop around my neck and his face becomes buried in the nape of it as he rocks his hips wantonly into the pressure of my hand.

I think his knees go weak because he suddenly loses his balance and we stumble backward until his back hits the table. He leans all his weight on it, which allows him to open his legs. I move in between them, releasing his crotch so I can run my hands over his rib cage and down his hips.

I move like I’m going to kiss him, and his eyes sparkle in baited anticipation, but I deviate from his lips. Instead, I slide my tongue down the shell of his ear. He gasps and shivers, his hands flying to the nearest part of my body they can find.

“Unnn Wolfram…” he moans quietly in my ear, and my manhood twitches at the desire in his voice.

I stop playing with his ear so I can take off my shirt and toss it to the floor. He follows in hot pursuit, his shirt landing in a flourish on top of mine. I splay my hands over his chest, allowing myself to explore his lean muscles and warm, thick skin. Leaning over, I take his left nipple in my mouth. I roll my tongue over it rhythmically while I tweak his over nipple with my hand.

“No fair,” he groans.

I abandon my task to taunt him. With a sly smile and quick hands, I lift him up enough so he becomes seated on the table. Then I proceed to remove his pants, unbuttoning them and shimmying them down his hips and thighs.

With a flick of the wrist, my own pants fall to the floor and we’re left in our underwear, Yuuri in tented blue boxers and me in my black g-string. I return to in-between his legs and kiss him on the mouth.

He immediately takes control, prying my mouth open with is tongue and delving inside. While he’s preoccupied with practically pillaging my mouth, I press my hands into the taut skin of his thighs and start to push. Like I had anticipated, he starts to slide back on the table. Due to the silky consistency of the material of his boxers, he moves with ease across the slick surface of the table.

When I feel there is enough room, I clamber up onto the table, straddling him. I only manage to settle my knee and about half my shin on the surface, but it’s enough to keep my balance.

He looks a little surprised that I managed to do that. I only and continue to kiss him. He wraps one arm firmly around my back, pulling my torso closer to his. Then I feel shy fingers on my left hipbone, straying slowly towards the front of my pelvis.

Those timid fingers are soon on me, gently massaging my sac. I rip my mouth from his and arch my back, inhaling deeply. There is a tickle on my chest as he leans forward to suckle on my chest, his hair brushing against my skin.

Suddenly, warm air caresses my behind and I comprehend that Yuuri pulled the string on my underwear and let them fall to the ground. He wraps his hand around my length, stroking me languidly.

His head is tipped down, forehead pressed against my chest, as he watches himself pleasure me. I curl my arms around his head and bury my face in his moist, black lacquer locks.

When in the heat of the moment, Yuuri’s timidity succumbs to his desire to reach completion and to pleasure me. While he’s bringing me further, pulling me closer to the edge of bliss, I find that I want to know what he’s thinking. What goes through his mind as he touches me? Does he admire my body? Does he wait with baited thought to see if he’s doing a good job? Or does he think to himself, “I never thought I would be doing this with a boy”?

His thumb toys with the head of my sex and I throb painfully in response. “Oh Yuuri…I’m coming…” I groan into his hair, tightening my grip on him.

He struggles to move his head under my hold, twisting it so he could peek his nose and mouth in the space between my neck and shoulder. I gasp as my orgasm hits me with an explosion in my loins, he gasps when my explosion hits his chest.

I fall limp against him, my back arched almost painfully because his strong hand was pulling my back in as he tries to hold me up. The hand that was on my manhood is suddenly against my back, leaving a sticky, hot imprint in the skin there.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he says to me, but it takes me a moment to register his request. Clumsily, I hook my ankles behind the small of his back.

When I’m secured around his body, he starts to stand up. A rush of adrenaline pushes its way into my groggy mind when it feels like Yuuri might topple over. But he catches himself, his strength only wavering for a moment.

He carries us both to the bedroom, haphazardly dropping me onto the mattress. He stands over me and I can see a light sheen of sweat on his brow and the dewdrop of his precum shimmering in the dim light.

“Roll over and get on your knees,” he commands softly. I do as he says, flipping onto my belly then digging my knees into the mattress to lift myself up. I suddenly feel very very exposed and embarrassed. I screw my eyes shut and bury my face into the pillow so he can’t see my discomfort.

The bed dips as he mounts it. A slight breeze rushes against my behind and legs, giving Yuuri’s position behind me away. I find that my suspicions are correct when his hands are suddenly on me. Fingers ghost down my spine, their presence becoming more palpable as they near my ass. One hand begins to massage my right cheek, sending little jolts of pleasure up my spine.

His hand wanders inward and he pries my cheeks apart. I groan, grasp the sheets, and bury my face further into the covers. Why is this so embarrassing? It’s not like what he’s doing doesn’t feel good. But I’m just so…exposed… and not in control. It really bothers me.

Something wet starts to probe around my entrance, making me jump a little. He shushes me sweetly, laying light kisses down at the base of my spine. What I figured out to be his finger presses into me, turning, pulling and pushing.

He adds another finger and starts to scissor, stretching out my tight ring of muscle. Being completely at his mercy, not knowing what move he’ll make next or what he wants to do puts me on edge. Sure, I was able to give myself to him, so relinquish a certain level of control. But this is just too much for me.

I’m about to speak up when I feel the head of his sex nudge my entrance. He lets loose a guttural moan as he enters me, and I lose my chance to voice my unease. I find my troubles start to melt away as he plunges in and out of me.

“Unn Wolfram!” he moans.

Maybe I can let it slide, this one time.

With a powerful thrust, he hits my pleasure center. Abruptly I don’t give a damn whether this is embarrassing or not.

I hiss Yuuri’s name, wriggling against his intrusion, which only fuels him to go faster. He grips my hips with bruising force, his fingers almost biting into the flesh there.

I can tell he’s nearing his end when he using that biting grip to hold me in place so he can fuck me hard. I’m not as close as him, due to the fact that I had come once already, so I reach in between the bed and my own body to take hold of my lonely erection.

I skip the whole concept of ‘playing with myself’ and go straight to dick blistering pleasuring.

“Wolf I’m…I’m ahhhh!!”

His seed fills me and that’s all I needed for the last push to the edge. With a stuttering moan, I spill myself all over the bed beneath me.

He pulls out and collapses on the bed next to me. I roll over in the opposite direction so I don’t lay down on him or in my own spunk. We both lay on our back, staring at the ceiling, and trying to catch our breath.

Before he can say anything, I hastily voice my displeasure. “I didn’t like that.”

“Hmmm?” he murmurs.

“You heard me.”

He rolls on his side so he can look at me, even though it doesn’t do much good in this dim light. “What didn’t you like?” he asks, sounding more tired than concerned.

I sigh, continuing to stare listlessly at the ceiling. I wonder what color it is? I don’t remember what it looks like in the light. Maybe it’s off-white…

“Wolfram?”

Oops, almost fell asleep there. “I don’t like how you…took me. I didn’t like being…”

I can tell that caught his attention, cause he scoots closer to me on the bed and makes the effort to establish some sort of physical contact. “What did you like? Did it not feel good?” He asks, obviously worried that he hurt me or at least didn’t pleasure me.

“It felt good, but I didn’t like…the lack of control, I guess. I was embarrassed and I felt really exposed.” I mutter, almost too quietly for him to hear. I don’t want him to know why I didn’t like it; he just needs to know that I didn’t!

“Oh…I see,” is all he can muster.

After a moment of silence, he closes the distance between us by moving over and wrapping his arms around me. Yuuri was never good with words, I know that. So I know that what he’s trying to do is convey his feelings through touch. He tries to soothe me by petting my forearms sweetly, he tries to convince me that he understands by kissing my temple, and he says he loves me by spooning his entire body against mine.

He would never do anything I didn’t consent to and he probably feels like he forced me to let him have me that way.

I don’t even need to look at his face to know that this is how he is reacting.

“It’s ok, Yuuri. I was willing to try it out, and I just didn’t like it. You didn’t do anything wrong,” I whisper reassuringly, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“Ok…” he mutters.

I smile and shake my head a little; he’s so typical.

“I love you, wimp.”

He pouts a little, but eventually smiles and snuggles into me. “Love you, too.”

He falls asleep while I lay with him in my arms, my fingers playing with his moist, black locks. For some reason, it takes me a little while to actually get to sleep. I lay there, thinking back on our short but event filled visit to Earth.

This honeymoon was a good idea. We should go on them more often.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 22

2007-10-17T04:31:01Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 22
Series: KKM
Pairings: Yuuram, YamaRui
Warnings: cursing, yaoi, not much else in this chapter
Rating: R
Summary: Our boys bid farewell to their gay mentors :(

A little while after that, after Yamato finally stopped laughing exclaiming that if he continued he was going to puke, they escort us to the porch to bid us farewell.

Yuuri and Yamato exchange addresses and Yuuri goes to shake the blonde’s hand but he pulls Yuuri into a hug instead. Hesitantly Yuuri returns the embrace, deterred by the intensity of the situation.

While they are occupied, I turn to Anrui. His face looks soft in the glow of the sunset, perhaps even a worn down. He looks tired, I wonder why?

“You look tired.”

“I am tired,” he replies quietly.

He steps up to me, taking me gingerly into his arms. I’m a little taken aback, but I don’t struggle. I hug him bag loosely, hands only barely touching the small of his back.

He leans back to look me in the eye and I’m still haunted by the fact that they are so similar to my own. “I’m happy to have met you. Kindred spirits are so hard to find.”

I can’t help but smile at his touching honesty. I’m just as happy; meeting Anrui has allowed me to learn a lot about myself and other people. He’s also just an amazing person. But my pride doesn’t exactly allow me to be quite as honest. “Me too,” I say instead, hoping the fondness in my eyes can convey my feelings.

To my surprise, he kisses me on the cheek as a farewell. Is this a custom of this world? Perhaps, but I don’t think I can muster the strength to return the gesture. I blush and look away.

Yamato finally lets go of Yuuri and sidles over to us. We untangle ourselves, Anrui moving over to where Yuuri is standing, leaving me alone with the other blonde.

“Well kiddo, it was great meeting you. You’ve got some real talent for painting, stick with it. It’s good that you made friends with Anrui so well, too. He doesn’t have many; he mainly keeps to himself and me. Maybe we can get to know each other better, too,” he adds with a wink.

“You’re kind of a pervert aren’t you?” I ask, humor in my tone.

He smiles ambiguously, patting me on the head affectionately.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Anrui stretch up to kiss Yuuri on the cheek. He almost recoils, his cheeks pinkening slightly. When Anrui pulls back, Yuuri dons his signature goofy smile, probably not sure how to respond.

“C’mon Yuuri, let’s get going” I beckon.

He eagerly complies, coming to stand next to me. “We’ll call you the next time we come back to Earth!” he exclaims, laying an arm across my shoulders.

“You’d better!” Yamato replies.

“Goodbye!” Anrui calls out.

“Bye!” Both Yuuri and I cry, already heading towards our cottage.

The walk back is quiet, but not uncomfortable. In the farthest corner of the sky, a herd of gray clouds loiters in the vast field of orange and red. Even though they put a dampen on the brightness of the atmosphere, those gray clouds don’t seem ominous. Having absolute vibrancy all the time makes it lose its glory anyway. Sometimes, a gloomy gray day is needed to make us appreciate the sunny ones.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 21

2007-10-17T04:29:56Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 21
Series: KKM
Pairings: Yuuram, Yamarui
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi, angst-ish..., cursing
Summary: I pretty much love Yamato so much haha

Yamato positioned us a few times, took a bunch of pictures with each pose, and then they took their turn with poses and photos with Yuuri behind the camera. The older couple pose themselves almost perfectly in every shot, with natural smiles and tender touches.

When the time came to take the group picture, Yamato lined us up in front of the tree, literally positioning us to be how he desired us. Before every photo, Yamato had to dash over to the camera, press a button on it, then run back to his position. I was sure that the flash would be immediately after he pressed the button, but for some reason, it was delayed for a few seconds.

After we had taken a few pictures with this method, my curiosity got the best of me and I asked him why it was different. He went off on a tangent about all these technical terms that I didn’t really understand. He stopped short when he saw my dumbfounded expression and just told me there was a special button for it.

Now we’re all sitting in the living room, sipping drinks and chatting idly. It’s hard to believe that we only met these men just a few days ago. I feel like I’ve known them forever.

I look out the window to see the sun setting over the ocean, a wide array of oranges and reds have been poured out over the horizon. The pure nature of this world is gorgeous, a delicate mesh of vibrant colors and fluid shapes. The civilized areas, however, are cluttered and filthy.

Maybe I’m so partial to the nature of Earth because it is easier to compare to Shin Makoku. I never claimed to like new things, only tolerate them…barely…

This is our last night here. No more relaxing, no more casual carousing with friends, and no more sex anywhere at anytime. I had never realized exactly how much work I did until I came on this vacation.

I’m pulled from my musings by a touch on the shoulder. I look from the window into Anrui’s wide, concerned eyes. “Are you ok? You look like you were spacing out.”

“Yeah, just thinking about going home tomorrow.”

“Ah, I see” he says, gingerly removing his hand from my person.

“We have to go home tomorrow, too,” Yamato chimes in, looking positively miserable about the idea. I suppose our escape from the real world has come to an end.

I take one last look at the falling sun, trying to use it to gage the time. Maybe it would be best if Yuuri and I left, I would like to spend the rest of the night with him, just the two of us. And I’m sure our older companions would like to do the same.

“I think we’re gonna leave you two to your last night’s business,” I state with a slight twist to my pronunciation to add a little innuendo.

Both men look at me with surprise, before a positively poisonous expression. “Actually, we were thinking we could have an orgy,” he states casually, leaning back in his chair with a puffed chest and a wicked grin.

Upon hearing that, Yuuri spits the mouthful of tea he had all over the table in front of us. When he recovers from almost choking on his drink, he looks up at Yamato incredulously, his face flushed. He starts to sputter nonsense, his mouth going slack then tightening again like a fish out of water gasping for life.

I don’t understand why he’s so flustered beside the fact that Yamato’s reply must’ve had some sort of lewd connotation. I’m unfamiliar with the word ‘orgy’, but it doesn’t exactly sound clean.

“Yamato!” Anrui barks, slapping the blonde man on the shoulder. All the while Yamato is laughing, so hard in fact he has to hold his sides.

Finally Yuuri calms down enough to sit back in his chair and cover his face. The only one capable of answering me is Anrui, so I turn to him and say, “I don’t really get it.”

He blushes too, unable to look me in the eye when he asks, “Do you know what an orgy is?”
I shake my head.

“It’s…well…basically it’s when a group of people…usually more than three…do…sexual things with one another,” he stammers.

“…Oh.”

Anrui forces an uncomfortable laugh while Yamato’s chuckle begins to simmer down.

“Well I don’t see a problem with that. Wanna do it, Yuuri?” I ask with, what I know, is a cute, angelic smile on my face.

Yuuri throws his hands away from his face and gapes at me, obviously thinking that he didn’t hear me correctly. Anrui’s eyes widen and his small blush spreads all the way to the tips of his ears and down the back of his neck.

Yamato’s dead laugh gets brought back to life and he almost falls off his chair due to the magnitude of them.

Yuuri grabs my arm and stares at me, his eyes have lost their light and his face is pale and stricken. “You can’t be serious…” he says in a small voice, his fingers quaking against my skin.

“Oh c’mon Yuuri, it’s not like we’re ugly! I’m insulted!” Yamato squeezes out between chuckles.

I cover Yuuri’s hand with mine, squeezing reassuringly. “Of course I’m not serious,” I whisper.

I’m surprised when he doesn’t collapse onto me from relief.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 20

2007-10-17T04:28:45Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 20
Series: KKM
Rating: R
Pairings: Yuuram, OC x OC
Warnings: yaoi, cursing, evil technology! roar!
Summary: Wolfram + camera = DISASTER!

After then two older men finish getting ready, we go out to the back yard to take the picture. I realize that Anrui must’ve won that argument they were having when we first met them, about where to take the picture. If I remember correctly, Yamato wanted to take it on the beach while Anrui wanted it here. I chuckled to myself, figuring that Anrui probably wins a lot of their arguments.

Only a few feet from the deck, there is a three-legged contraption with a hunk of metal balanced on top of it. The contrast of the jet black, gangly figure in the lush, green garden startles me. At first, I thought it was a bug of some sort, but none of my companions seem jarred by it, so I proceed cautiously behind them.

Yamato walks directly over to the strange structure and I can feel all the hairs on my body prickle. “Yuuri,” I whisper, clutching his arm, “What is that thing?”

“Hmm?” Yuuri murmurs, following my gaze to the structure. “Oh, it’s just a camera. The metal box on the top is the camera and the three-legged stand is called a ‘tripod’. You know what a camera is, right?”

“The thing that makes fast paintings?” I ask.

He nods and smiles down at me. “The tripod is just used to hold it up.”

“Alright, I think I’m going to take a few versions of different sets of people. First I’ll take a few of Yuuri and Wolfram,” Yamato exclaims, toggling various parts of the metal device before looking back up at us.

He bends behind the box, looks into it for a moment, then stands and stares pensively at the scenery straight ahead of him. “Stand over there,” he commands, obviously distracted by the atmosphere in that area.

I can understand his distraction; he’s probably trying to imagine the best place for us to stand in order to make the composition of the picture as successful as possible.

We stand in the appointed place and Yuuri immediately gets rigid. “Relax Yuuri,” Yamato says, adjusting a few more things on the camera.

He approaches us, something excited and intense in his eyes. He positions our bodies with the deft dexterity of a master painter molding paint with his brush. Our final position consists of Yuuri standing behind me, his hands on my hips, and both our bodies facing the camera diagonally.

“We’ll start with this one!” he cries, trotting over to the camera and looking into it.
“3,2,1 and smile!”

I smile, but am not ready for the bright flash that emanates from the box. An attack? From where? Maybe the camera is really a bomb or trap?

I recoil, pushing Yuuri back before I start charging the metal death trap.

“Wolfram! What are you doing?” Anrui shouts, I see him start towards me in my peripheral vision but I’m too fast for him to stop.

I reach for my sword mid-run, realizing much to my chagrin that I don’t have it. I gnarl my teeth, but continue to charge, determined to at least get the dangerous item further away from everyone else.

I’m about to make a wild punch at the machine when Yamato steps in the way. “Wolfram, stop!” he shouts, grabbing my flying fist and intercepting my smaller body with his. He’s rather strong for a commoner, holding me away from the camera long enough to deviate my path.

“It’s trying to kill us! Let me destroy it!” I scream, glaring angrily at him.

Yuuri comes up behind me, grabbing my shoulders to keep me in one place. “Wolfram, it’s ok. It’s not going to hurt us.”

I refuse to believe him. It was such a sudden, bright, and dangerous looking flash. It must have been some sort of magic, maybe to blind us temporarily so the enemy can attack…even though I don’t know who the enemy could be…

“There was a flash! Was I the only one who saw it? It has to be some sort of majutsu!” I bark at Yuuri, rolling my shoulders violently to dislodge his grasp.

I move to attack again but Yamato grabs my arms again and Yuuri wraps his arms around my middle to, using a combined effort to constrain me.

Anrui jogs into my view, visibly anxious at my sudden (erratic looking) behavior. “No, it’s not…majutsu…it’s just the flash. It’s used to make the lighting good in the photograph. It’s not going to hurt you!” He says as calmly as he can muster, hands held up defensively, just incase I lash out against him.

Wait…lighting?

Slowly, a deep blush creeps over my entire face. Obviously, I had made a fool of myself. Of course the camera wasn’t dangerous, they wouldn’t be using it if it was! On top of all that, I almost broke something expensive looking.

“I’m sorry…I should really stop being so brash…” I mutter, trying to will away the extra heat in my face.

Yuuri pats me on the head and ruffles my hair like I was a juvenile boy who made a naïve mistake. “Its ok, we can’t expect you to acclimate so quickly. Also, being brash is just what you do.”

With an indignant snort, I smack his hand away from my head and walk back to the tree. I know I’m feeling irritated mostly because I embarrassed myself, but I still don’t like being treated like a fool.

“Can we just finish taking these pictures, please?” I ask, an edge of agitation apparent in my voice.

Yamato laughs a little, perhaps a little shaken from my sudden violent outburst, before he takes his post behind the camera again. “Alrighty, we’ll take a few more of the two of you. Ok, this time I want you to stand next to each other. Yuuri lay your arm over Wolfram’s shoulder. Good. Wolfram put your farthest hand on your hip…nice, ok.”

Awkwardly, Yuuri and I position ourselves as best we can. I can feel Yuuri trace circles on my shoulder. Small, barely noticeable touches, pressing into my skin through my clothes, virtually taking away all pressure in the atmosphere.

Since Yamato seems busied by the camera, I spare a moment to smile warmly over at him. He smiles back, a soft and barely toothy grin.

There is another bright flash and I have to remind myself not to freak out. Simultaneously, we turn to him.

“Why did you take the picture? We weren’t ready!” Yuuri whines.

“Are you kidding me? That was the best candid ever! You guys are so cute!” Yamato gushes as he peeks out from behind the camera.

I find myself blushing again and wondering if I have a fever or if it is just because of these ridiculous lunatics surround me.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 19

2007-10-17T04:27:43Z

Title: The Honeymooners
Series: KKM
Rating: R
Pairings: Yuuram, OC x OC
Warnings: yaoi, angst, cursing...yup
Summary: Some confessions are made as our older companions prove to be smarter than they appear.

We arrive at Yamato and Anrui’s cottage soon after the lunch escapade. My stomach lurches uncomfortably from the lack of food and Yuuri apologizes numerous times for my discomfort.

We knock on the door and a few minutes later are met by a bare-chested Yamato. I blush at his partial nudity but Yuuri only smiles and walks into the house. I always forget that nudity amongst men is more common here on Earth. Sure, I’ve seen my share of naked guys in military training, but I was still uncomfortable around them.

“Anrui! Yuuri and Wolfram are here, put some pants on!” Yamato hollers through tunneled hands.

Right after that there is a loud meep and a thump. Yuuri and I share a confused look before Anrui runs out of, what I assume, is their bedroom with a pair if jeans hanging loosely on his hips, unbuttoned and unzipped.

“…Hi.” The redheaded man says almost breathlessly, one hand idly grasping the hem of his pants to keep them from falling down.

For the short time that all of us are shocked, I take in Anrui’s nude chest. Like before, when I had seen them kissing, I can see the scars embedded in his skin, except more and much clearer. There aren’t so many as to say he’s ‘covered’ in them, but enough to for them to be impossible to miss.

The most prominent mar is a long, deep scar slanted diagonally over his heart. I remember it from before. Did boy who raped him make that scar? Or did it hold other memories?
“You didn’t have to run out here like that,” laughs Yamato, shoving Anrui back into the bedroom. “Put a shirt on…and grab me one too!”

“Did we come at a bad time?” Yuuri questions. Yamato walks behind us and pushes both of us into the kitchen, gesturing for us to sit down.

His wheat blonde hair looks a little damp as it sags heavily against his scalp and over his face. “No, no, no. We’re just running a little late, that’s all.” He shakes his head like a wet animal, little flecks of water flying everywhere.

My stomach gives me an impromptu reminder that I didn’t eat anything for lunch by giving an uncomely growl. A little embarrassed by such a ridiculous bodily function, I press my hands to my stomach and give an uneasy laugh. Yamato, not easily thrown off by such things, starts chuckling heartily.

“Don’t you feed this poor boy, Yuuri?” he states jokingly, opening the icebox and shifting around inside.

Yuuri laughs too, except less confidently. “We went to a burger joint, but Wolfram didn’t like it, so he didn’t eat lunch.”

Yamato pulls a sandwich out of the icebox and plops it down in front of me. I touch it tentatively, realizing that it’s wrapped in a clear film. I frown and poke it once more before picking it up. This is odd, but maybe it will taste the same.

I go to put it in my mouth when Yuuri swipes it away. “Hey!” I cry indignantly.

“Haha, oh silly Wolfram. You have to take the plastic off first,” Yuuri stutters as he unwraps the sandwich and hands it back to me. “You’re such a jokester.”

“It’s ok, Yuuri. You don’t have to hide it, it’s quite obvious that Wolfram isn’t from around here.” Anrui walks in from the hallway, donned in a t-shirt a green that pales in comparison to the emerald of his sharp eyes.

The shorter man walks up to his companion, furling his arms around Yamato’s slim waist. “Yeah,” Yamato chimes in, hugging his darling Anrui, “We figured it out on our own. You just scream foreigner.”

“And perhaps another worldly foreign, considering that you’re in your 80’s,” Anrui adds with a coy smile.

Yuuri gawks at them, eyes blinking a few times before he turns to me, blinking a few more times. He leans over so his face is level with mine and whispers, “You told them your age?”

“It slipped out this one time…”

He groans at me.

I understand his exasperation. We like these people, are friends with them, but I’m sure the both of us had wanted to keep our other lives a secret for a while. We were going to tell them, just at a more convenient time, after we had thought out exactly what to say. Explaining the existence of an entirely different world, the mechanics of life there, the aging differences, the governmental difference, and all the other traits of Shin Makoku as compared to this one is not a small, nor an easy, task.

Yuuri is too stunned to offer up any explanation to them, so I take it upon myself to do so. “You’re right, I am not from Earth. I am from a land called Shin Makoku.”

Yamato shifts his weight so his hips tilt. “So, are you some kind of alien?”

“No!” Yuuri barks, “It’s an alternate universe…I think…”

I cross my arms and toss my head, “I don’t know what an ‘alien’ is. I’m a full-fledged Mazoku, thank you.”

Anrui unwraps himself from his lover and pulls up a chair beside him, sitting childishly in his seat, hands planted between his legs, torso leaned forward in anticipation. “So, how do you get to this alternate world?”

My stomach gurgles again, not as loudly as before but still noticeably. I realize that Yuuri still has my sandwich, so I prod him in the side. He jerks and eyes me in an annoyed fashion. I point to the sandwich, offering up the same tenacity that he exerts. When he understands what I’m trying to get him to do, he smiles goofily and starts to unwrap my food.

“You travel through water. It can be anything…a portal just sort of opens up…” I explain before Yuuri gives me the sandwich and I take a bite.

Yuuri groans exasperatedly and adds, “When he says that it can be anything, that means anything! The first time I went there was through a toilet after some bullies gave me a swirly…”

Abruptly, Yamato bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry,” he chokes out, “ but that’s hilarious!”

Yuuri laughs a little too, obviously still a bit shaken by the whole situation. Anrui abruptly punches Yamato in the leg making the blonde man yelp and rub the wounded area. “What the hell!” he whines.

“Just shut up, you’re ruining the story,” Anrui replies heatedly.

I force a nervous laugh back down my throat. I hadn’t realized that this was supposed to be a story. That little proclamation makes me feel like these two aren’t taking our confessions very seriously.

“As we were saying,” I chime back in, “Yuuri came through the portal to my world, the Kingdom of Shin Makoku. Since he is a double black, we immediately knew that he was our King.”

“Wait, wait. Explain to me what ‘double black’ means and he’s your King? Are you serious?” Yamato asks in disbelief as he presses both palms to the counter in front of him. I know this is only the beginning of this affronted behavior, seeing as Yuuri’s ‘story’ is far more farfetched that most.

“A Double Black is a person with black hair and black eyes. It’s rare and considered to be a regal trait in my country. And yes, Yuuri is our current Maou. The reasons for that are…complicated. We’ll just say it’s all part of the Shinou-heika’s plan.” I finish, feeling confident in my explanation only to be met with confusion.

“Shinou is like the God of their land. He was their original king.” Yuuri adds to deliberate to them. I keep forgetting that people here don’t know who Shinou is.

Yamato moans and lifts one hand to massage his brow gently. “This is all really confusing,” he groans.

“This all doesn’t quite explain your age though, Wolfram.” Anrui states.

“It’s because I’m a full-blooded Mazoku.”

Anrui frowns a little before saying, “But I know plenty of Mazoku here on Earth and none of them are abnormally aged.”

This time, Yuuri answers. “That’s because time moves differently in Shin Makoku. Not only in the sense that it is parallel to Earth, but also in the fact that Mazoku have extended aging rates, whereas humans don’t. Mazoku can grow to be hundreds of years old, and half blooded Mazoku can live to be a few hundred years old as well.”

Yamato and Anrui look pensive for a moment, as I’m sure they try to register all this new information. Yamato is the first to speak as an amused smile spreads across his face, “So, your family has two Maous in it? Your parents must be proud.”

Yuuri, having been hanging on every second of silence anxiously, bursts out laughing. He’s not really happy, just really nervous.

“What’s it like there? Is it like here? Do they have all the technology that we do?” Anrui questions, resting his elbows on the table and cradling his chin with his cupped palms.

Yuuri jumps on that question, eagerly explaining the vast differences between Earth and Shin Makoku. Anrui, just as eagerly, listens and asks questions. I don’t know why he’s so interested in Shin Makoku, it seems so normal to me.

“Saa, it sounds like such a romantic place,” Anrui sighs after Yuuri is done explaining. “I’d love to go see it someday.”

“It’s not that great. There are a lot of conflicts. Also, most of the days are spent working. I happen to be a military man myself, as well as my two older brothers.” I state, finishing off my sandwich and acknowledging them almost blankly. “Romantic…isn’t really the right word to describe it.”

‘It’s not romantic at all. Almost all marriages are politically based…’ I think to myself bitterly, knowing full well that my own marriage was on the brink of being the same as those others.

Yuuri, as if sensing my brooding, ruffles my hair tenderly and leaning down to kiss my forehead. Anrui’s eyes meet mine, emerald clashes, and I’m met with a different array of emotions. Somehow, this man and I share a connection, one that I have never shared with another person. He makes my heart stir and the gears of my mind turn. What is it about you Anrui Henso?

He accepts my contradictory words with a warm smile and replies, “Well, we’ll just have to see for ourselves one day.” I offer up a warm smile to match his, extending an unspoken invitation to indeed ‘come see for yourselves’.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 18

2007-10-17T04:26:08Z

Title: The Honeymooners
Series: KKM
Rating: R
Pairing: Yuuram, OC x OC
Warnings: cursing, yaoi, not much else this chapter
Summary: Wolfram doesn't like this kind of peasant food lol

We sleep late into the morning on the next day. Both of us are a little irked at ourselves for not thinking to clean up before we went to sleep. I wake up and try to roll over, only to find my body glued to the sheets from dried semen.

After managing to rip my naked flesh from the soiled linens, I help Yuuri do the same and we take the sheets off the bed and throw them in a nearby hamper.

Today is our last full day on our Honeymoon. Tomorrow, Otou-san (Yuuri’s Dad) is coming to pick us up in the early afternoon. So, Yuuri and I decided to make today a lazy, slow day. The only thing we have planned is the photo with Anrui and Yamato.

We have a long shower together. The only reason it was long was because it was filled with drawn out lazy kisses and subtle groping. We settle on getting out when the water starts to chill.

When the time comes to get dressed, Yuuri starts to panic a little. He rustles through one of our bags, mumbling to himself. I’m sure he’s nervous about what to wear for the photo.

“Calm down, Yuuri.” I command dully, walking up behind him and standing with my knuckles on my hips.

He twists his neck so he can frown at me, fatigue obvious in his ebony eyes. “I don’t want to wear something that will make the photo look bad. You know how arty they are.”

I grab his forearm and haul him to his feet. “Then let me choose our clothes, ok?”

He nods compliantly.

For him, I choose a pair of light wash jeans and cornflower blue T-shirt with some red lettering on it. I don’t have much clothing, only the things Yuuri has handed down to me from before he got taller and fuller.

For me, I put on a pair of khaki pants and pastel purple button down shirt. When I found this shirt in Yuuri’s closet, it still had the purchase tag on it. Apparently, his mother had bought it for him for his birthday the previous year but he refused to wear it. That’s ok, it suits me better.

He frowns at the purple shirt out of disgust. “Oh Please, it’s not like I’m asking you to wear it. I like this shirt.”

“Of course you would…”

He treats some colors like they’re enemies. Supposedly it’s some sort of macho, Earthian ideal to dislike ‘feminine’ colors like pink, purple, or even yellow. Screw him, I like those colors.
“Stop being immature, let’s get going.” I bark, forcing his t-shirt over his head and stalking out of the room.

He groans, pulling his t-shirt on the rest of the way and scampering after me. We walk up the beach, hand in hand. We don’t go to the usual café because we don’t want to run into our older friends. Not that we don’t like them, we would just rather spend our last day alone as much as possible.

Since it’s nearing lunchtime, we opt to skip breakfast all together. Yuuri spots this greasy looking joint across the street and pulls me towards it with vigor. It’s not that this place looks seedy, just unclean. I’m not a big fan of things that are dirty.

“Oh this is great, I’ve been wanting a hamburger,” he says, his voice twittering with happiness.

I don’t want to bring him down but the scent of charred meat and grease fills my nose and I almost feet queasy. “Yuuri…are you sure?” I ask, trying to make the disgust I feel as obvious as possible.

But we all know Yuuri, and obvious things are the things he notices the least. He drags me into the restaurant and sits me down in a heavily cushioned booth. I put my hands on the table and it is slick with humidity and built up grease. I stick my tongue out of my mouth and scowl as I reach for a napkin to clean my hands with.

The waitress saunters over, leaning one grubby hand on the table. He pulls a pad of paper and pen out of the pouch on her apron and asks in a voice hindered by the chewing gum in her mouth, “What would ya like, boys?”

Yuuri smiles genially at her, asking for two hamburgers and two sodas. She jots it down quickly and winks, “It’ll be out soon, sweetie.” Yuuri thanks her and she walks off again, swinging her hips a little more drastically, looking over her shoulder to see if Yuuri is watching.

This woman is grotesque. This entire place is a complete dive! What is Yuuri thinking, bringing me here?

I growl, folding my arms, trying desperately to keep any part of me from touching the table. Yuuri starts talking to me about something but I ignore him. It’s not difficult considering how fucking loud this place is.

After I don’t respond for about 3 minutes he finally asks me what’s wrong. I humph at him and whip my head to the side, closing my eyes and pursing my lips.

“What did I do now?” he asks wearily, slumping onto his upturned palms.

I glare at him from the corner of my eye, “You brought me to this gross place.”

He sighs loudly, idly rubbing the back of his neck. “Aww c’mon, Wolfram. It’s not so bad. You might even really like hamburgers.”

I don’t respond to that, I just continue to pout until the waitress returns with a tray. She practically tosses the tray onto the table with a clatter. Miraculously, nothing spills. The soda barely even ripples in the glass.

“Here ya go, hunny. Just gimme a call if you need anything,” she finishes with another wink. I think I want to stab her in that eye so she can’t wink anymore.

Yuuri nods to the lady, looks over at me, and then shakes his head at me before reaching for his oily meal. He eats it with vitality, taking bites big enough to fill his cheeks. He chews happily, eyes closed while he enjoys the taste of his meal.

Even though I am disgusted with the atmosphere, I’m too hungry to not eat, so I reach for my sandwich. When I pick it up, it starts to fall apart in my hands. Pickles and tomatoes slip out the sides and onto my plate. I ‘eep’ and try to bring it to my mouth as quickly as possible to prevent it from dilapidating any further.

I take a small bit, and hope that it’s better than I thought it would be. Alas, the taste of this meal matches how I feel about this entire restaurant. There is a culinary horror residing in my mouth, soaking in my saliva. It’s salty, chewy, tangy, and burnt. I can taste the ketchup and the pickles and the mustard all at once and it just doesn’t work for me. I force it down my throat and place this food disaster back onto my plate.

Yuuri stops in his veritable orgy of eating when he notices my distaste. “You don’t like it?” he questions after swallowing a mouthful of meat.

I gulp down as much soda as is required to wash the taste from my mouth then shake my head as a ‘no’. He gives me a lopsided grimace, putting his sandwich down on the plate. “I’m sorry, we can go somewhere else…”

“Just finish your food, ok?” I grunt, sipping at what’s left of my soda.

He does as I told him, eating his food solemnly until he’s full.

The grubby waitress returns when she sees Yuuri’s empty plate from across the barlike island where tall stools hold eagerly eating customers. “All set, darlin’? Here’s your bill, I’ll take it whenever you’re ready,” with another infuriating wink, she sashays off to another customer who is flagging her down.

I find myself growling audibly, staring at the plump back and rump of that pretentious woman. “Are you growling?” Yuuri asks in awed hush, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand.

I refocus my gaze on him, my eyes occasionally darting back at the insufferable waitress. “I don’t like her…” I mutter, tightening my grip on his hand.

He smiles tolerably at me, a chuckle playing on the tip of his lips.

He plunges his free hand into his pocket, digging around a little until he extracts a rolled up wad of money. He plops the dirty ball of paper on and unfurls it, pulling the bills out that he wants and laying them on the check. After putting the rest of his money back in his pocket, that hand joins his other on mine.

“Alrighty, I’ll just take this for you…” The waitress had returned and now had a genuinely surprised look on her face. Her black eyes, outlined in black make-up that made her face look racoonish, stared unwaveringly at Yuuri’s hand covering mine.

She carefully lifts the money off the table, a blush staining her wrinkled face. After blinking vehemently, she counts the amount Yuuri gave her and fishes the change out of the pouch in her apron. “Here’s your change, dear. You have a nice day.”

This time, there is no farewell wink on her behalf, just a small, knowing smile and contrite bow. Damn straight, woman. Yuuri is mine.

Yuuri gets out of his seat and helps me out of mine. We leave the restaurant hand in hand. I cast one last evil look over my shoulder, only to see the woman sending a warm smile my way through the window. Goddam it!

“Wolfram, you’re growling again…”

The Honeymooners- Chapter 17

2007-10-17T04:24:51Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 17
Series: KKM
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, oral, angst, cursing
Summary: Apology sex rocks my socks lol

Yuuri shaking my shoulders gently, cooing my name softly to rouse me wakes me up.

“Wolfram, wake up.” He says in a hush.

I shake my head to sift the sleepy haze that has settled in my mind. I look around and realize that I’m still on the beach. Since I’m still half asleep and very tired, I become incredibly confused. So I turn to Yuuri and blink lazily at him.

He smiles, a small blush strewn across his face, “You fell asleep on the beach.” He scoops me up off the beach and I snuggle into his warm body. “So cute,” he whispers as he carries back into the cottage.

As we make our way back inside, I feel myself wake up slowly. Memories start to flood back into my mind and, by the time we’re in the bedroom, I’m perturbed again.

When he lays me down, he frowns at my expression, then sighs, “And here I was, all happy that you were looking so cute from being groggy and you’re mad again.”

He lies down next to me, rolling over and propping his head on his hand. “Tell me why you’re made. Is it still because of the porn?”

Lolling my head to the side, I look him straight in the eye. He’s concerned, and most definitely confused. Since I won’t answer, he frowns and leans in, kissing me tenderly on the lips.

I honestly don’t know why I’m letting him kiss me. Maybe because I’m not really that mad. I know I’m not happy, though. A rash of unexplainable feelings are still lingering in my heart; exhaustion, confusion, resentment, and the feelings of being used and of worthlessness.

He pulls away, but only so far so that our lips aren’t touching. His warm breath presses against my lips in their place, leaving only a ghost of the previous sensation. A chilly hand cups my arm and slides down slowly, causing goose bumps to rise on my skin.
“Wolfram…”

His brow furrows in determination and I know he won’t relent. “There is no explanation for how I’m feeling,” my voice sounds so stoic, that it even makes me mentally balk, “Much like jealously, or even love. I’ve been trying to rationalize them, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”

I hope that my stiff, perhaps even formal, clarification will make him give up. But, apparently my listless, sharp words were not the ones he wanted to hear.

“But,” his lids become heavy as he becomes slightly dismayed, “You didn’t even tell me how you were feeling, or what you were feeling.”

I had been looking him in the eye the entire time, watching and waiting for him to show some sort of anger in my reluctant attitude. But he has continuously been calm, albeit gently forceful in making me reveal my emotions.

“I feel…I…” Why is it so hard to say?

Instead of getting impatient, he smiles genially, as if trying to encourage my response.
Fatigue makes my heart feel heavy. I feel exasperated in revealing my emotions, because he’s bound to be confused and I can’t explain anything to him. Being unable to explain makes me feel tired.

“I feel used, strangely enough. I’m a little sad, confused…I feel…worthless for some reason. Sorry.” I don’t know why I keep apologizing, either.

Yuuri is obviously shocked. “Oh…” he whispers, looking away for a second.

“Yuuri, I shouldn’t have…”

“No, I’m glad you did. Like I said the other day, I may not understand but I want to at least try to. This sort of thing…erotic entertainment, it isn’t a big deal to me because it’s a part of this world. I can see why it bothered you so much, since things like that don’t exist back home.

“It’s true that I used to watch it. Everyone watches it, I think. But, after I started having feelings for you, I didn’t need it anymore. I only watched it once during that time…for ‘educational’ purposes.” He finishes. He refuses to look back up at me, his eyes are trained on his hand on my arm and a bright blush is on his face.

“Educational?”

“Ah!” I don’t think he expected me to ask that question, stupid wimp. “Well! You see…it was…err”

“Spit it out, wimp.”

“It was gay porn, ok!?”

Now we’re both blushing.

He rolls away from me, facing the other wall to avoid my accusing stare. “It was a few months ago, I was curious. I wanted to know what it would be like if you and I…you know. Even though I watched it, I still didn’t really understand. So I gave up.”

Jealously wells up inside me, but I quickly stomp it back down. I have no right to be jealous of those damn moving pictures. “Why did you stop watching the heterosexual ones?”
His body stiffens as another obvious question takes him by surprise.

“Well, I was really confused at the time. I didn’t know if I was gay or anything. But also…” he trails off into a few sentences of soft mumbles.

I scoot closer to him, laying on my side and spooning him from behind as I peek over his shoulder. “What did you say?” I ask indicting.

He lets out a short moan when my body is touching his fully. I am able to see the profile of his face by looking over his shoulder. His eyes are squeezed shut, his eyebrows drawn together and trembling as his blush overwhelms his whole face. Aww, frustrated Yuuri is so cute.

“I didn’t need it anymore,” he hisses, “All I needed were my fantasies about you.”

That confession makes it so out faces match. My body stiffens and my heart beats a little faster. He thought about me like that…so he didn’t need…

Realization dawns on me, slowly but I get the picture. Oh man, do I get the picture. A rather graphic one of Yuuri alone, eyes closed in concentration, hand working the heated flesh between his thighs as he sighs my name, as visions of me dance behind his eyes.

Even though I’m tired and still a little upset, I can feel my body respond to the mental images. Embarrassment and heat course through my veins and arousal grows in my lower belly.

“So, you see,” he says shakily, “people use erotic videos to…pleasure themselves. But I haven’t watched one for that purpose in a long time.”

“Because you didn’t need to…” I repeat his previous statement, slight awe in my tone. I know that, when he confessed to me, he admitted harboring sexual feelings for me for quite some time. But I hadn’t thought that he thought of me so strongly or so much so that he could use it to…pleasure himself…

All at once, I feel like I did on our first night together. Just having discovered the depths for his lust for me, I lay behind him in anticipation. My rage and previous notions of worthlessness disappear as desire takes its place.

He moans audibly and rocks his hips back against my waist. I hadn’t even realized that I had an erection, or that it was pressed prominently against Yuuri’s behind.

I don’t know whether I should act upon our sudden predicament. I’m suddenly extremely turned on, but still feel that I should be offended by Shouri’s gift. I guess it’s all left up to my pride. While I’m normally a very prideful man, and would never engage in a sexual act after being insulted and hurt in such a way, Yuuri’s honesty and revealing confession makes my body yearn for him.

“Yuuri…” I whisper into his ear, reaching around his body to grope blindly at the forming bulge in his pants. He gasps at my sudden attention, but doesn’t say a word. I work his hardening flesh with slow rubs, inducing it into full length.

His breathing becomes labored and a small amount of sweat accumulates on the back of his neck. He starts to rub his ass on my manhood methodically, perhaps hoping to make me lose my senses and stop my assault on him.

I do stop and get up off the bed. He groans and rolls over quickly to see where I’m going.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” I tell him as I strip off my clothes in haste.
His gaze becomes hungry as I crawl over the bed to him. I force him onto his back and start to remove his pants. He bats my hands away and kicks off said garment as fast as he can. The shirt follows the swiftly shed pair of pants on the floor.

When he’s fully nude, I clamber on top of him.

He reaches forward and wraps his hand around both of our erections, pressing them together. I grind my teeth and try to keep my eyes open as his stretched fingers start to move up and down over the sensitive skin of our combined organs. His knuckles start to turn white with strain because he’s having a hard time grasping us both.

Using the hand opposite of his, I grab our lengths as well, covering up the part his normal sized hand missed. My hips pivot in testy jerks as we simultaneously stimulate each other.

My head rolls back and I finally close my eyes. What I see behind closed lids disturbs me, but also sets my brain in motion. The brief image that appeared on the glass of the TV is still partially burned behind my eyes.

Two men, each of their faces buried in the crotch of the other, most likely orally pleasing the other man. I had never heard of people doing such a thing. It seemed strange, almost impersonal, but interesting non-the-less.

Yuuri’s guttural moan, one that reverberates through his entire body, finally brings my mind back to the task at hand. I roll my head forward again to give him a lazy, hungry look.

“Wolfram,” he gasps in between hitching breathes, “Are you still…mad?”

I almost laugh at his question. “Not really,” I reply, squeezing my hand on his and slowing his pace, “I’m flattered, to say the least. Although, I might kill your brother.”

He laughs a little, but his expression becomes pained when I release my grip on our combined erections. Planting my hands on both sides of his body, I use the new leverage to lean forward and kiss him clumsily.

He urgently clings to my shoulder with his free hand as he strokes us faster. “Nnngg…Yuuri!” I cry out when he moves from my lips to nibble on my jugular.

His hips jump up into mine and his tongue leaves a long trail of saliva up my neck and face as he licks towards my ear.

“Just like all my dreams come true,” he whispers huskily, clutching our hard organs tighter.

I can’t take it anymore! I moan loudly, arching my back as my body begins to shudder. I don’t want it to end like this. I want to taste him as he has tasted me. I become angry with myself for never having done it.

While I still have my wits about me, I gently pry his hand off of us. His eyes snap open and he glares at me, confused and almost angry that I would deny him pleasure.

I just smile at him, hoping it will come across as being sly and predatory. I swing one leg over him so I am on my knees beside him. I crawl so that I’m sitting at his feet, before I lift his legs so that they are bent and open. Then, I shimmy in between them a little, enough so that my face can reach his belly.

When I look up, I’m met with a surprised expression. Did he not think I would be so bold? Or is it because he’s in awe and anticipation of what might happen next?

I lower my head slowly, eyes glued to his as I make my descent. I want to make sure this is ok; any indication that he doesn’t want me to do this will cause me to halt. Or is it maybe that I’m looking for an excuse? Since I’ve never done this before, I’m feeling nervous.

I only manage to tear my eyes away from his when I feel his body heat radiate against my face as his genitalia comes within range. Suddenly a lump forms within my throat as what I’m about to do makes me anxious.

I let my tongue slip out from between my lips and sweep it softly over the tip of his erection. He gasps and his legs start to shake, as I’m sure he tries to keep himself from moving.

My tongue slides up the underside of his shaft and I inhale the thick scent of his manhood. His skin is hot and pliant against my tongue, moving with the brush of my tongue like when I trail my hand through calm water.

Pulling my tongue back into my mouth, I wet it more and return to him. I slide it up the underside of his shaft, this time slower and harder. He makes a sound, something like a gurgle, when I do this.

I’m not sure whether to take this as a positive or negative response, so I try something else. Opening my mouth, I slide the tip of his erection in; just enough to the head is completely engulfed. This time he emits a choked gasp and his hips do jerk forward, plowing his manhood into my mouth a bit more.

I start to panic from the unintentional intrusion. Should I take him in all the way? What should I do? Get off? Slow down, Wolfram. Remember what happened when he did it? He panicked and gagged. Just calm down and take it slow. Hold his hips down, maybe.

I place my hands on his upper thighs and force his hips back against the bed. He wriggles under me for a moment before he starts to calm down.

I take the tip of his manhood into my mouth again, rolling my tongue over the head languorously. Shaking and moaning ensues and he loses the battle against his body and his legs strain to push himself deeper into my mouth.

A wicked smile forms around his arousal as I revel in my delicious torture. Swallowing him further, I graciously wet my lips before retracting again. I continue to do this, taking him in more and more each time I go back. I get to a point where I don’t think I can swallow so I settle on sucking on the amount I can take.

“Oh Gods, Wolfram. That’s it, suck me.”

The tone of his voice, his words full of lust and raw sexuality…oh God…

My erection twitches and practically screams for me to touch it. But I can’t, I’m determined to finish my job.

I suck on him harder, grasping the bare part of his length and stroking it while my other hand continues to hold his hips down. I jump when I feel fingers curl in my sweat matted hair. I ignore them until they tighten and force my head down on him.

This time, instead of freaking out, I just relax my throat a little so it won’t hurt. I look up at him in aggravation but he’s barely aware of my displeasure.

The sight before me is alluring and sensual. My husband’s head is tossed back, his mouth agape as air rushes in and out of that passage. He subtly writhes, his back arching and straightening as he tries to keep from climaxing, if only for a little longer. I can feel his legs quivering on both sides of my head.

The sudden urge to bury myself deep within his body hits me hard.

I swallow him as far as I can and move my hand to his balls, massaging them lightly. I suck harder, bobbing my head up and down to affect the entirety of his length.

“Ahhh! Wolfr—ahh, I’m…unnngg coming!” he bellows, his grip on my hair contracting painfully on my scalp. His erection swells in my mouth, twitching wildly before he empties himself there. I block the back of my throat by lifting my tongue to my tonsils in order to catch his seed.

His body flops lifelessly back onto the bed when he finishes. I let his flaccid member fall from my mouth and search for a tissue to spit his seed in. The taste practically overwhelms me. It’s just too sour, too salty, too much and too fast.

Plucking a tissue from the box, I spit the contents of my mouth into it, crumple it up and throw it into the wastebasket. Then I make my way back up to him and lay next to him while he pants untamed to catch his breath.

All the while, my manhood pulses uncomfortably. I bite my lip and resist the urge to stroke myself. His legs fall limp on the sheets and one accidentally brushes me, making me gasp.

“Nnng…” I groan, trying to control the hormones running thickly through me. I can’t help it, I have to touch myself. I roll over so my back is towards Yuuri and I pump myself vigorously.

“Wolfram?” Yuuri calls softly.

I want to reply, but I know that if I open my mouth, all I will be able to do is let out a strangled cry. My breath is in quick pants as I work my heated flesh. He shifts behind me, disturbing my shuttering body.

He reaches around me and grabs the wrist of the hand that’s pleasuring me and pries my hand away. I whimper in discontent but he hushes me by seizing my rigid organ and stroking me harshly.

Air gets caught in my throat and I arch against him, pushing my head into the crook of his neck. My body shudders almost violently when he bites my neck and rubs the head of my erection with his thumb.

My orgasm hits me hard. “Uh uh uh UHHH!!” I scream, clutching at Yuuri’s hips behind me, probably leaving nail marks behind. He moans in my ear, and I can only barely hear it over my own incoherent cries and the heartbeat loud in my ears.

Finally my body becomes less taut and I lay wilted beside Yuuri. He lets go of my spent manhood, but his arm remains tossed over my side.

A heavy, relieved sigh passes past his lips and fills my ears. He kisses my shoulder where he bit me then leaves a line of butterfly kisses up my neck to my cheek.

I roll over and snuggle against his chest, tangling my legs with his. “I love you,” he says quietly, but with my ear pressed against his chest, it sounds like a loud rumble.

“Mmmm, love you too.” I coo, wrapping my arms around his waist and letting my eyes fall shut.

I can feel myself falling asleep but he rouses me with his twittering question. “So, you aren’t mad?”

I groan and lift my head to look him lazily in the eye. “Yuuri, I can’t say that I approve of these videos or that I will let you watch them, ever again. But I’m trying to be understanding here. If these things are normal, then there’s nothing that I can do. Also, it happened a while ago, and it’s not like I can change the past.”

Due to the fact that my words are calm and lack their usual, more angry bite to them, he seems to calm down quickly. “Ok…I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“Wolfram…”

“Yes?”

“…” He hesitates with his query. I hadn’t realized that I had let my eyes close and that I was falling asleep again, so I open my eyes as much as I can and acknowledge his presence.

His eyes are tired, probably like mine are, but he still seems alert. His face is flushed with unknown embarrassment, and my curiosity is heightened.

“You’re…better than any woman.”

He spits it out quickly, so I don’t think I heard it right. I squint my eye and my lip twists up in confusion. “What?”

“What I’m trying to say is that you’re better than any woman I could’ve ended up with if I hadn’t met you.”

I feel offended about his statement, but not for any particular reason. Maybe because he’s comparing me to a woman or maybe because he would actually think about not having met me.

I know that Yuuri is trying hard to pay me a compliment, but he’s just no good at it. An amused smile spread across my face and I feel at peace for some reason. I’m getting to know Yuuri better and am able to control my temper a little more, which makes me happy.

“You’re so lucky that I love you.” I say, a bit of laughter in my voice.

“EH!?” he cries out at my audacity and the tiny bit of laughter in my voice becomes a full blown chuckle.

I’m sure he doesn’t understand why I said that, but he laughs with me none-the-less. Eventually, we laugh ourselves into exhaustion and fall asleep in a sweaty heap on top of the covers of the double sized bed.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 16

2007-10-17T04:23:47Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 16
Series: KKM
Pairing: Yuuram
Rating: R (NC-17)
Warnings: yaoi, cursing, angst, pornography
Summary: Yuuri and Wolfram stumble upon Shouri's wedding gift and misunderstandings ensue. Oh i am so evil! ku ku ku!

The strange food called ‘take-out’ ended up being quite tasty, better than that ramen stuff. I eat hastily, feeling the effects of an entire day of food deprivation wear on me. Art will do that to you.

Yuuri watches me eat with subtle adoration in his features. His loving gaze makes it difficult for me to eat. He doesn’t necessarily seem different than before, just calmer, perhaps more perceptive.

“So,” I exclaim after swallowing a mouthful of food, “What did you and Anrui do today?”

Yuuri shrugs and leans back in his chair, taking a sip from his cup. “Not much, we talked, went window shopping…”

I furrow my brow at the last part. “Window shopping? Why would you need another window? There are plenty here and they are all functional.”

He looks surprised for a moment before a wash of amusement paints over him. “I wasn’t shopping for windows,” he replies over his laughter, “Window shopping is when you just look for stuff that you might want to buy later, but not actually buying anything. You only look into the windows.”

Stupid Earth words and customs. How was I supposed to know that? The way he put it made it sound like he wanted to buy a window. I huff and cross my arms, scowling at him for making me feel incompetent.

Yuuri laughs at my pout and takes the empty dishes. After he disposes of them, he comes to stand in front of him. I get the feeling he’s expecting me to get up, so I stand and he starts to walk into the bedroom.

“Why are we going into the bedroom?” I ask.

“Remember that tape I got from Shouri? Well, the only thing we can play it with is in the bedroom.” He walks into said room and rummages around in his bag for the tape. He extracts the black, rectangular object and pushes it into the box underneath the television screen. I sit on the bed and wait patiently.

He grabs the object he calls the “remote” and plops down next to me. He presses a button on the device and I hear a snap as the TV screen comes to life. Then he presses another button and I can hear a low grinding sound.

The next thing happens in a flash.

First I see a blur of skin and black hair.

Then I hear moaning and the sound of bed springs.

Yuuri screams and fumbles wildly with the remote.

I realize what it is just before he manages to turn the TV off.

We sit in shock for a moment while the image of two men giving each other oral sex burns permanently behind our eyes. After a good portion of the shock has faded away, Yuuri looks over to me with a horrified and alarmed expression.

I don’t quite understand why he’s looking at me like I might kill him. My emotions and rational thinking were put on hold for a moment while my mind became numb with the sudden appalling image. When the numbness fades, I finally realize that what we just saw was completely and utterly inappropriate. On top of that, I think to myself in a disgusted way, “How could people record themselves doing such things?”

“Wolfram…” he says in a quavering voice, “I swear I had no idea what was on that tap. Shouri gave it to me, remember? He must think it’s some sort of joke…”

“Humans are so…SICK! How can they do something like this? Record themselves making love…or whatever the hell that was! What is that!?!” I scream, the fury of my outrage billowing out.

Yuuri cowers from me, holding his hands in front of his face defensively. “It’s called pornography. It’s not exactly…rare on Earth, although it is sort of frowned upon.”

My eyes become dangerous as they narrow down to slits. I can feel my upper body tighten as the rage fills my muscles. “What do people use it for?” I ask, already having a good idea as to exactly what the use is.

“Erm…entertainment…I guess.” He stutters, shimmying away from me, onto the bed more. I crawl towards him, casting an ominous shadow on his shrinking form.

“You don’t watch these things…do you?” I ask, my voice is settled at a stern calm, but it does not hold the truth in my emotions. I’m ready to tear him open. I know it’s not his fault that things like this exist, but that still doesn’t calm my boiling blood.

“Urr…”

“The truth, Yuuri.” I declare firmly.

If possible, he cowers further, so much so that he’s cornered himself against the head board in an almost fetal position. It takes him nearly a whole minute before he replies quietly, “I…I…watch it occasionally from time to time…”

“PERVERT!!!” I roar, grabbing the pillow next to him and smothering him with it while I spew a tirade of insults and curses.

“I knew you were a pervert, but to this degree? How could you!?! Bastard! Pervert! WIMP!” I force the pillow on him and he screams for me to stop but I can’t. I just want to hurt him so badly!

He finally wrestles me away by plowing me over with the full weight of his body. He pins me down, holding my wrists above my head as I continue to flail around in a frenzied manner.
“Calm down!” he pleads, pressing me hard into the mattress.

All the yelling and jerking around has made me tired, but also, him holding me firmly in place as dully soothed my rage. As the anger filters away, I can feel a sense of despondency. Knowing that Yuuri watches these sorts of things not only makes me feel inferior but also unwanted.

When I finally stop moving, he relaxes against me and sighs. He looks down at me, his eyes are still wide with panic but seeing me calmer helps him to relax. “Listen,” he starts, “it’s not as if watching things like this are uncommon. I think every person here does it at least once. It’s almost natural.”

I completely ignore his words, refusing to believe that a whole generation of people could be degenerates. Or at least, trying remind myself that Yuuri was too pure for such things. I know I’m lying to myself. But in my denial, I can take refuge in thinking that I was the only one he would want in a sexual way. Knowing he watches these…tapes…is proof that that is incorrect.

“Wolfram…say something.”

I turn my head away and let loose a heavy sigh. Suddenly, I feel overly fatigued. Too many emotions had coursed through me in a short period of time so my mind is reeling.

“Are you ok?”

He keeps persisting, but I don’t know what to say. My poor frazzled mind tries to think up questions like “Do you like this more than what I do for you?” or, “ Do watch this with women in it to satiate your heterosexual desires?”

But all I really want to ask is, “Am I not good enough for you?”

If I did ask him that question, he would probably get really confused and ask me what I meant. I honestly don’t think I could explain it. Just knowing that he watches other people have sex, it makes me feel worthless. I guess my emotions are just irrational. I also don’t think that I could find a proper way to convey my feelings. I don’t think my vocabulary is sophisticated enough to be able to express them properly.

“Can you get off me, please?” I ask, shoving half-heartedly at his chest. He complies and sits next to me as I push myself up.

“Are you mad?” he questions quietly.

Bringing a hand to my brow, I massage it gently to relieve the stressful tightness that has accumulated there. “I was,” I reply.
He reaches out to touch my shoulder but I dodge him by sliding off the bed. “I’m gonna go for a walk, ok?”

Before he can answer me, I stand up and walk briskly from the room, out of the house and onto the beach. I know he’ll follow me, but I just feel need to walk. Maybe the time it takes him to catch up to me will be enough for me to think of something to say.

“Wolfram!”

And here he comes.

I stop dead in my tracks and turn around, shoulder’s high and tensed. “Yuuri,” I exclaim, “Can you just leave me alone for a minute?”

He was running towards me, sand kicking up at his heels. When my words hit him, he stops just as abruptly as I had.

I can see him dither as the sudden coolness of the night air washes over his skin. His body jerks forward as he struggles with his desire to move forward, even though I asked him to halt. “Wolfram, I just…”

“It’s ok, Yuuri. I’m just…shocked, I guess. I can’t really explain it. I just want to be alone for a little while.” I try to make my words convincing, but they come out flat and tired.

He wants to come to me, to try to comfort or console me, but I really would rather he didn’t. And I think he can see that in my face. With a hesitant nod, he turns and staggers back to the cottage, occasionally looking over his shoulder at me.

Every time he does, I just stare blankly at him so he knows that my decision is final. When the light permeating from the opening of the door on the cottage finally blinks out, I let myself fall limply to the ground.

I still feel extremely tired, if not physically then at least emotionally. I thought this…”hunni muun” was supposed to be relaxing. Sure, there have been lazy, tired moments as well as exciting happy ones, but there has also been a lot of stress.

“I just want to go home,” I sigh, flopping onto my back and looking up at the stars.
As I lay in the cooling sand, looking up at foreign stars in a sky I had barely begun to know, I find a quiet calm descend on me. Just having time to not think, to relax and feel my surroundings, things don’t appear to be so bad.

This trip has given me so much more than I had before. Aside from seeing another side to Yuuri’s world, I’ve learned a lot about Yuuri himself. He’s become adventurous when we’re intimate and more perceptive to my moods. I’ve made wonderful new friends and tested the bounds of my love for my new husband.

It’s also really nice to not have to worry about doing any sort of work. It’s more of a relief because I know Yuuri gets to relax for a while.

My breath becomes heavy as I gaze at those unfamiliar stars. With one last languid blink, I think to myself, “Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad, after all.”

The Honeymooners- Chapter 15

2007-10-17T04:22:54Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Cahpter 15
Series: KKM
Pairing: Yuuram, Yamarui (OCxOC)
Rating: R
Warnings: cursing, yaoi, angst
Summary: let the accusations fly! wooo!

Yuuri retracts his hand and gives a tentative nod before turning to walk briskly into the cottage. A minute later, Anrui walks out into the yard while Yuuri and Yamato stand at the door to watch.

Anrui walks up to me and looks over at me with curiosity. The look on my face must be serious because he turns to Yuuri and Yamato and waves them back inside. “What’s wrong, Wolfram?” he asks, moving to stand in front of me.

“Is this a game to you?”

When I finish my question, I look up into his large, green eyes. God, they look so much like mine it’s eerie.

He furrows his brow and tilts his head, “What do you mean?”

I glare harshly at him, angry at his faux innocence. “The two of you are playing with us. Do you feel that interfering in our relationship will count as a good deed for you? Does it make you happy to mess with people?”

“You feel like we’re manipulating you?”

I don’t answer; I just look away and glower at the painting.

“We’re just trying to help you guys out, we didn’t mean any harm.”

“Who says we needed help? We could’ve worked it out on our own!” I bark at him, which causes him to flinch at the volume of my voice. “Yuuri could’ve figured all this stuff out on his own, we have a young relationship, we’re still learning.”

“You’re mad cause we helped him, right? You wanted him to realize that he was hurting your feelings on his own. Would it have made you feel like he cared more that way? It’s not that he didn’t notice because he didn’t care, it’s just because he’s dense. Yamato and I were helping him along to avoid anymore pain on your part.”

I flush with rage and frustration. It seems Anrui knew what was bothering me more than I did. My own incompetence makes me even madder.

“So what if that’s it!? You still didn’t have any right to meddle with our affairs!!” I scream, feeling the sudden urge to punch him just because I could.

“We’re your friends, we just wanted to help.”

“Friends?! You keep fucking with us, using us to have some fun. Like this morning, what the hell? You used me to make Yamato jealous, without my permission!” Anrui reaches out for me, but I bat his hand away.

“That’s true, I did it to make him jealous, but to also help you out.”

My eye twitches and I can feel a headache start to pulse to life in my skull, “What?!”

“You’re attracted to me, I wanted to help you realize that you had nothing to worry about.”

His words deflate me instantly. How could he have known that I was attracted to him? I never made any move or even said a word to clue him in. “How do you know so much about me? It’s kind of unnerving…”

Anrui sighs and finally takes the opportunity to pat my shoulder. “I make it a point to watch people, to learn everything about them that I can from just observing. I never used to be like that and my ignorance is what lead to…well…you know.”

A little shocked, I nod and he continues, “I didn’t realize that the person who hurt me was really that…crazy…even though all the signs were there. If I had only seen…then nothing would’ve happened to me.

“After that, I made it a point to always watch out for people. By learning as much as I can about them, I can predict their emotions and actions. Not only that, but you’re also really easy to read.”

My temper has finally receded and I realize how foolish I have been. Yes, it was obvious that these men were putting us into purposeful situations, but not to hurt us or to play with us. They earnestly want to help. I feel like a fool for letting my temper get out of hand.

“Don’t be mad, Wolfram. True, we did manipulate you a little bit, but for your own benefit. Perhaps it was out of line for us to do so, but we wanted you to have a smoother ride than we had.” He leans over so his face is in front of mine and gives me a confident smile.

“That’s kind of you,” I reply, “But it’s the trials and problems that we encounter that make us closer. It’s the same for you two. If you hadn’t suffered together and helped each other through it, do you honestly think you would be as close to each other as you are?”

His happy expression fades and he becomes upright again. “Maybe you’re right…I hadn’t really thought of it that way…”

I sigh and pat him on the head, “Thanks for helping us, but I think we can handle it.”

“You mean you think you can handle it?”

I laugh at the point he makes. “I may be immature,” I say, “But I’ve lived a long time. I’ve seen relationships flourish and then fail. I’ve seen enough trial and error to write a book on.”

Anrui looks up at me with an amused grin. “It’s hard for me to picture you being so old. You seem like just a kid to me.”

“You’re the kid.”

“Right,” he chortles.

Suddenly, I feel really tired. Whether it is because of the impending question of him asking about my age and me not really wanting to explain it, or because I’ve been on my feet all day, I don’t know. I try to catch a yawn I feel coming on but I can’t and my mouth wrenches open.

Anrui starts walking back to the cottage. When he scales the steps, he turns back and waits for me to follow. I begin to go up the stairs and he says, “You and Yuuri should spend tonight together. I bought some take-out while I was out with him so you guys can go home and eat together.”

“What if we had actually cooked something for you?” I question deviously. I feel relieved to be able to spend some alone time with Yuuri. I wouldn’t have suggested it. I would’ve just ate here again and stayed for a while, to be polite. But I really just wanted some quiet time with my husband.

Upon entering the cottage, we find Yuuri and Yamato sitting at the dining room table talking quietly amongst themselves. They look up when they hear us, both of them smiling to welcome us. Yamato has a dangerous glint to his eyes, though. Maybe he heard us? Or he just assumed that we had a fight.

Yuuri just looks a little uneasy, like he usually does when a confrontation hangs in the air.

“Yamato, Yuuri and Wolfram are gonna go home to have some alone time.” Anrui informs Yamato in an appeasing tone.

Immediately, Yamato looks disappointed and I understand why Anrui said it to him like he was a child. It’s obvious that he’s upset. He replies with a quiet ‘fine’ nonetheless.

He crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, pouting. Anrui just shakes his head and walks over to stand behind his lover. “We’re taking the picture tomorrow, you guys should come by around 1 o’clock.”

What picture…oh THAT one! The one they were arguing about when we met them. Yuuri nods and gets up. He doesn’t hesitate to take the bag that I believe has the ‘take-out’ in it. It seems they had already planned this too.

He strolls up next to me and takes my arm, leading me towards the door. “We’ll be here! See you later, guys!”

As Yuuri tugs me through the door, I look back at Yamato and Anrui, sharing an intimate gaze before they look up to grant us a farewell.

The Honeymooners- Chapter 14

2007-10-17T04:22:10Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 14
Series: KKM
Pairing: Yuuram, OCxOC, maybe some Yamato x Wolfram if you squint
Warnings: yaoi, cursing, ummm all the usual junk
Summary: Wolfram finds in Yamato what he's been searching for in his brothers.

I didn’t notice before, when we were at Yamato and Anrui’s cottage, that they had a small secluded area in the back. It was natural I hadn’t noticed, considering that we had gone there in evening, in near darkness. They also hadn’t mentioned it before.

In that area there is a small garden, lush with green vegetation and a rainbow of different colored flowers. It’s not like the garden back home because of its size. The garden in the castle is spread out through a labyrinth of walkways, while this garden assaults you all at once, with its cluttered array of life growing one on top of the other in a small area.

It may be different than home, but it doesn’t lack its charm.

In the middle of this garden, there is a small clearing occupied by an easel, a box of paints, a canvas, a towel and a water cup. The canvas, placed on the easel, wasn’t empty but it wasn’t even close to being finished. There are arbitrary colors splashed about, none of them forming real shapes.

Yamato leads me to the easel, pulling a smock out from underneath the paint box and handing it to me, “Paint something.”

I look back and forth from the smock in his hands to his face a few times before taking it. I put it on and step up to the canvas, unsure of what his motives are. I take a brush lying on the pallet on top of the paint box, lathe it in green paint and move it to the canvas.

At first I paint what I see, making a green and blue background to match the unfocused leaves and sky. I hear a “tsk” from behind me before Yamato’s long, adult arms wrap around me, taking the hand with the brush in it and lifting it up off the canvas.

“Do you really want to paint what you see? Paint was feels good, not what you think I want.” I do what he says, painting something abstract and raw instead of the actual landscape. His arms never unwrap around me.

As the painting blossoms, the greens flushing into blues and the reds sharpening into oranges, he whispers things to me. “Painting can be anything you want it to be. I’m not talking about the piece itself, but the act of painting. It can be angry, sad,” As he talks, he picks up a paintbrush and adds on to my piece, painting along with me, “it can be hateful or even sexual.”

In his words I find guidance. Those arms around my body leak platonic love onto me, poisoning me with brotherly affection and protectiveness. I find a brother in Yamato, a mentor. In this man I find what I missed from Conrad and Gwendal. My brothers had always distanced themselves emotionally from everything, from their friends and their family.

Yamato is the exact opposite. He can’t stop himself from the strong emotions that rule his whole being. He follows them like a stranded man follows his lamp in a dark cave.

“When I started painting, I only painted what I saw. I didn’t even know that those visions behind my eyes when I blinked could become real. One night, after my friend’s birthday party, while I was totally smashed, I decided to paint. In the morning, I was met with a crude interpretation of a dream along with a splitting headache. In my drunken stupor, I had allowed myself to let go of earthly restrictions. I focused less on what the eye saw and more on what the mind sees.

From that point on, I would paint whatever struck me. Sometimes they were realistic, others they weren’t. In my awkward teen years, I took painting in a more sexual way. Anrui teased me once, saying that I would sort of dance around while I paint. It’s hard not to get lost in painting, isn’t it?”

I didn’t answer him because I too was entranced in painting and his words. I thought if I answered, my trance would break and I wouldn’t be able to return to that perfect artist’s state.

By the time we finish the painting, the sun is already setting. The both of us had neglected eating or even using the bathroom for hours, just to finish this painting. Upon finishing, the two of us collapsed onto the ground, laughing.

“Ahh, my legs hurt from standing for so long!” I sigh, stretching my legs and back.

He sits up, staring at out painting with appreciative eyes. “Not bad, I’ve never done a collaborative project before.”

“Me neither.”

“Does Yuuri like your paintings? I assume you paint for him.”

I roll over to face him, blinking a few times before I answer, “Why would you think that?”

He doesn’t look at me; instead he just stares at the painting. “You paint very adoringly, making sure that every part is exactly the way you want it, nurturing it until you feel like it’s done. It reminds me of the way you look at him.”

“I paint portraits of him.” I reply, shading my eyes from the setting sun with my arms, “But he never likes them. He always complains about having to sit still for too long and the smell of the paint.”

With a thump, Yamato lays on the grass next to me again. “Don’t feel bad. He seems like the type that doesn’t take time to look at the little things in life. But he’s calming down, as he gets older. He’ll appreciate it someday.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, eyes staring half-lidded at the underside of my arms. “I ended up having a great time today, even if I don’t remember most of it.”

He laughs loudly, rolling around a little. “Yeah,” he says, “you kind of slip into a weird haze while you paint then a whole day has gone by before you blink.”

Turning over, I watch him for a minute while he lays on his back, eyes closed as he relaxes. I love my brothers, but I feel that if I had had a brother like Yamato, I wouldn’t have grown up so lonely or felt so incomplete my whole life.

“So this is what we come back to? Two lazy men taking a nap in the backyard? And here I was expecting a hot meal waiting for me.”

Yamato and I both sit up. Anrui and Yuuri are standing in the doorway, arms full of bags.

Yuuri has a sheepish, amused expression while Anrui stands with his hands on his swayed hips, trying to act upset.

“Hey,” Yamato retaliates, standing up, brushing the grass of his shorts, and walking over to his lover, “We were busy too.”

I stand up and stand beside the painting. I’m hit with the sudden urge to stand in the way of it, to act like it’s not there. This painting is a love child spawned from Yamato and me, I feel like I almost cheated on Yuuri a bit. Naturally, if I were to try to explain it to him, he wouldn’t understand. Art is something intimate to artists and their fellow creators, but to a normal man, it’s just a drawing on a piece of paper.

Yuuri walks past Anrui and Yamato, right up to me. He kisses me on the top of the head, embracing me loosely. I feel nervous for no reason. Not only is the painting something I feel should be kept secret, I fear Yuuri’s distaste if he does see it. He probably won’t like it, just like every other painting I’ve done. I fear his lack of enthusiasm for my passionate work.

The fear of it all makes me feel a tad bit hypocritical. I’m sure Yuuri feels the same way about baseball that I feel about painting. I’ve grown to accept his love for baseball, but I never took the initiative to pursue any further understanding of it. At least I tried to help him out with it, right? I created a whole damn baseball league at home just for him!

“Can I see?” Yuuri asks, peeking over my shoulder to see the painting.

I sigh, not really giving my consent. I just step to the side so he can look at it. Please don’t hate it, please don’t dismiss it! The best he can do is say nothing!

He stares at it for a long time, letting his eyes rove over the whole canvas slowly. “Wow,” he says quietly, smiling to himself, “this is really good. Did you do this by yourself?”

His question catches me off-guard because I’m so shocked but his enthusiastic statement. “Umm, no. Yamato helped me.”

“Not that much though!” Yamato yells from behind us. I turn around and the happy couple is standing in the doorway, entangled in each other’s embrace.

Yuuri turns to them also. “Do you think we could take it home?”

“Sure!” Yamato replies with an affirmative nod. Anrui goes on his tiptoes and whispers something in Yamato’s ear. He smiles and they enter the house, Yamato looking over his should one last time to wink at me.

Yuuri has turned back to the picture, surveying it carefully. “You did a great job,” he utters.

“Why the sudden interest in my art?” I ask, almost cynically. I hadn’t meant it to sound harsh, but I suppose my underlying resentment of the situation revealed itself in my voice.

He gives a small chuckle at my random anger. “I guess I never valued it that much before.”

I can feel a sense of paranoia setting in. Did these men set this whole thing up? Somehow, they must’ve figured that Yuuri doesn’t appreciate my paintings. Wait, had we mentioned that before? So they set up this whole scenario so he would like it more, so I would feel better about it?

“Did Anrui say anything to you about this?”

“No…well, not specifically. He told me to slow down and look at the details of my life a little more than worrying about the big picture.” He gives a terse laugh and blushes a little bit.

I start to feel my old temper start to flare inside me, burning without a purpose, or at least a self-proclaimed one. Why the sudden interest in us? What do these men want from us? Do they think they’re doing a good deed by helping us along?

The idea of being manipulated makes me feel angry and betrayed. There is no way that this whole situation is beyond coincidence, and yet my paranoia leads me to believe that it is more than that. I don’t like being told what to do. And more so than that, I don’t like being tricked into doing something.

“Wolfram?” Yuuri asks, concerned because of my sudden silence.

I furrow my brow and stare at the painting. Hate grows inside me as I stare at it. This painting was just part of their plan, how can I love it anymore? Yuuri moves to touch my shoulder but before he makes contact I say, “Do me a favor, send Anrui out here for me, will you?”

The Honeymooners- Chapter 13

2007-10-17T04:19:44Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 13
Series: KKM
Rating: R
Pairing: Yuuram, OCxOC
Warnings: yaoi, angst, cursing, a WTF? moment from our favorite redhead
Summary: the boys meet Yama and An-chan for breakfast and someone gets SARIOUSLY maced on lol

We ended up making love again, just like we did the first time with me on bottom, facing him while I lay on my back. After we finished, it was well past midnight and both of us fell asleep immediately.

What woke us up in the morning was the loud ringing of Yuuri’s cell phone. Groggily, he fumbled for it and answered with a husky voice. I could hear Yamato’s happy chirp from the speaker as he yelled a morning greeting to Yuuri, causing him to cringe at the enthusiastic man’s high volume.

Yamato started to jabber on the other end of the phone and I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Yuuri’s expression transformed from tired, to shocked, to nervous, then to angry before he just hung up the phone. He pressed some buttons on the phone and it started to vibrate in his hand before he tossed it back on the bedside table and huddled back into the covers.

We slept for another hour or so until I decided that I wanted to take a shower. Quietly, I snuck out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. When my quick shower was done, I walked back into the room as stealthily as possible in case Yuuri was still sleeping. He wasn’t; he was sitting up and waiting for me to come back with a content smile on his face. He got up, walked up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek before he went to take his own shower.

Now we’re in the cafe where we met our older friends yesterday, drinking tea while we wait for them to show up.

“Hey,” Yuuri beseeches me because apparently I was zoning out, “I found this tape in my bag that I know I didn’t put in there. There was a note on it and it said it was from Shori.”

“Teipu?” I question the foreign word.

Yuuri frowns and scratches his chin, “It’s something you use to watch moving pictures, you know, like TV.”

Yes, I know TV. TV and I were introduced a while back. The memory doesn’t sit well with me because I made a big deal out of it even though it was something so harmless.

“We’ll watch it when we go back.” He says with a nod.

“Watch what?”

Yamato and Anrui come from behind me, pulling up chairs and plopping down next to us. Yamato leans on one elbow and leans towards Yuuri, whispering something in his ear that makes his face red.

Anger bubbles up in my belly as I watch Yamato make Yuuri uncomfortable. I do it all the time, the only real reason it bothers me is because I don’t know what he’s saying to him.

Anrui touches my forearm to get my attention. I turn to him and the moment I do, I’m met with a pair of soft lips. I gasp in shock, but that only allows Anrui to kiss me more. My eyes dart back and forth from Anrui to Yuuri and Yamato. When I gasped, they both looked at me and now they’re mouths are open in shock as they watch us.

Anrui slides a hand down my chest, his touch his feather light and teasing. I’m too alarmed to react at all, so I just let him have his way with me. His lips break from mine and move to my ear, they move against my lobe as he blows air on me. Amongst the inaudible puffs of air and little moans, I hear him say “Just play along”.

It’s then to I realize what they’re doing. They’re playing a game with us, using us as pawns to make their partner jealous but also to rile us up. It’s easy to decipher because of the completely violated look on Yamato’s face.

I don’t quite understand why he’s doing this. I like it in a sick way, knowing that I’m getting attention from someone I admire, am attracted to, but don’t really want while his lover watches makes me feel a little smug. But I know that watching this will rip Yuuri up inside. We don’t have this age-old, strong as steel bond like these older men have. Our relationship is fragile and young. It totters like a baby first learning to walk, always in danger of falling over and hurting itself, perhaps even killing itself.

Pressing a hand against his chest, I force his torso away from mine. I shake my head and the questioning look on his face vanishes quickly. Looking up, I search for Yuuri’s eyes. He looks hurt and confused, but he’s trying to hide it with an uneasy smile.

I give Anrui a meaningful look out of the corner of my eye, an almost threatening one. Fix the damage you’ve done, I try to convey. I think he comprehends it because he slides his chair back to it’s originally spot and laughs.

“Oh Yuuri, I’m sorry that I had to borrow Wolfram from you like that!” Anrui says, giving my flustered and upset husband a forgiving smile. “ I just wanted to tease Yamato, we’ve been having a little quarrel, and I got out of hand.”

Yuuri’s body gets less tense, but the unease never leaves his face. While Yamato, eyes now narrowed and lips pouting, huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “That’s not fair Anrui, I would never do that to Yuuri. What if I did that to Wolfram huh? He would wail me in the face. But no! He likes you, so you mac on him.”

“Mac?” Yuuri asks.

Anrui replies, “It’s an American term he picked up, it means to hit on someone.”

“What are you fighting about?” I ask, trying to regain my composure from being embarrassed and a little enraged.

Anrui gives Yamato a death glare and the blonde man laughs quietly and slumps back in his chair, almost cowering. “Yamato’s behavior last night, amongst other things.” Yamato pushes his chair back abruptly and exclaims that he’s going to get breakfast for them before he scampers away.

“Yuuri,” Anrui calls, staring over at him with stern green eyes, “I’m sorry for that. There’s only one thing that really makes Yamato angry and that’s when I show other people affection so blatantly. We got in a bit of a tiff last night and I wanted some sort of revenge.”

I find it funny how Anrui doesn’t really apologize to me, but to Yuuri. He probably sees that I know what’s going on when Yuuri so obviously doesn’t. Yuuri’s eyes meet mine and I can see the hurt vanishing. He saw me push Anrui away, so he doesn’t really blame me, but Anrui apologizing and giving a rational reason makes him feel a little better.

“It’s…ok.” His reply is quiet and uncomfortable. I can tell he wants to say something like ‘don’t do it again, though!’ But that’s not really part of Yuuri’s nature. If he were still angry, he definitely would’ve said it, but now that he’s calm, he can’t bring himself to be demanding.

I scoot closer to Yuuri, the legs of my chair scraping loudly against the tiles, and I lay my head on his shoulder. In response, he lets his head rest on top of mine, snuggling into my hair a little and inhaling deeply.

Looking at Anrui out of the corner of my heavily lidded eyes, I can see an appreciative smile on his face. I can’t help but feel like everything these two men do are some sort of test for us. It’s like we were meant to meet them in order to deepen our bond.

Yamato comes back with two steaming cups in his hands, hands one to Anrui and sits down in his original seat. He gives Anrui an angry and pouty look before he sips from the cup. Obviously, the substance is still too hot because his face turns red and he yelps in pain, sticking his tongue out of his mouth and fanning it with vigor.

Anrui reaches out to comfort him, but Yamato shrugs his hand off and gives him a wounded look. Yamato is really upset by this. It must have been a huge fight because Anrui seemed to have known how much damage kissing me would cause.

We finish breakfast in silence with Yamato eyeing Anrui warily. It is decided somehow that I was to spend the day with Yamato alone, while Yuuri does the same with Anrui. I didn’t think it was a good idea considering how angry Yamato seems and how unstable Yuuri might feel after that little display. But Anrui insists, taking Yuuri’s hand and pulling him from the table, announcing that we would meet up again by dinnertime.

Yamato and I sit in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, his golden wheat eyes looking heavy and anguished before he composes himself. “I guess it’s you and me today,” he says, smiling wide, “Let’s go do something that we enjoy.”

The Honeymooners- Chapter 12

2007-10-17T04:18:14Z

Title: The Honeymooners- Chapter 12
Series: KKM
Rating: R
Pairing: Yuuram, OCxOC
Warnings: yaoi, angst, references to sex, and a very silly Maou
Summary: Yuuri tries to explain his sudden "uke-ish", decision

I’m met with the faint glow of the bedside lamp, making the world feel immediate but blurry at the same time. My eyes open slowly; the lids are still heavy from exhaustion. I don’t know how much later it is, it’s entirely possible that we have slept for five minutes or a few hours. What I do know is that my body feels like jelly.

Rolling my head to the side, I look around for Yuuri. He’s curled up in a ball against my side, his whole body heaves as he breathes deeply.

Now that my mind isn’t muddled with passion or lust, I ask myself why he did this. Why did he let me do that? Or more like, why did he make me do it? I had never asked, nor have I ever made an inclination towards wanting to change positions. It was a decision entirely his own. It was great, but a strange switch in behavior for him.

It’s true that Yuuri has been exploring new sects of his sexuality, delving into the unknown of homosexual copulation, but I would never have imagined him doing something this radical after only a few weeks of sexual activity.

Come to think of it, Yuuri had been acting weird the entire time after we left Anrui and Yamato’s cottage earlier. I had noticed it but never took it to heart. Might it have been something the older men had told us? He did seem to get quiet after Yamato had explained the Gay Etiquette rules to us.

I sigh in frustration, rubbing my brow to soothe an oncoming headache. My skull gives a dull throb and my eyes go unfocused for a second. Either I woke up too fast or I’m still too tired to see straight.

“Wolfram?” Yuuri’s voice startles me out of my reverie.

He unfurls from his ball, lifting himself up so he can drape his upper body over mine in a languorous manner. He’s surprisingly affectionate as he nuzzles his nose against my neck and places little kisses on my jaw. Not that Yuuri isn’t usually affectionate, but this a whole new attitude that I have never seen.

I catch his cheek in my hand, pulling his face forward so I can place a simple kiss on his lips. He tries to deepen it, but I deny him by pulling back.

He groans at me and pouts, which is an action more akin to his normal attitude. “What’s gotten into you?” I question, staring unwavering into his soft charcoal eyes.

He averts his gaze and climbs off me, sitting up in bed next to me. “I thought you wanted to do it this way.” He says quietly, doing his best to avoid my gaze.

“When did I ever say anything like that?” I say, a little put-off by his sudden accusing words.

“You didn’t…” He gives me a sidelong glance, scanning me up and down, “But from what Yamato said, it seemed really reasonable and true.”

What Yamato said…? It must’ve been when he said that I seemed more like the dominant role than Yuuri does and how hard it must’ve been for me to submit. Admittedly, it was, but after the first time it never bothered me again.

“Yuuri…it’s true that I’m not a very submissive person. It was weird the first time. I did it for a few reasons. The first was because I didn’t think you would be able to play the submissive role but also because I wanted to prove something to myself.” He scoots closer to me, finding my still hand in the pale lamplight and squeezing my fingers together.

“What did you want to prove?”

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and reflecting on my personal goal of the time. “I wanted to know that I could trust you with everything that I could offer but I also wanted to know if I was able to let down my guard and be able to give myself up to what I really wanted, without being cautious and fearing the outcome. I’ve never been very trusting of anyone…”

I feel a sweaty mop of hair plop onto my shoulder as he rests there. “I don’t blame you, people have always been leaving you alone…breaking promises to you…” Snuggling closer, he kisses my shoulder before cuddling me again.

“I don’t understand you, Yuuri. Why didn’t you just ask me in the first place? You didn’t have to let me…”

Yuuri tenses then laughs, “Actually, I hadn’t thought of asking.”

“Yuuri!!”

“I knew it would be awkward for the both of us if I asked first. I was afraid to do it, but also…a more perverse side of me wanted to see what it was like. It helps me understand you better.” He blushes and sheepishly scratches his cheek.

We sit in silence for a moment as I try to grab any palpable idea in my head, anything to break that silence. The first thing that comes to my lips is, “Stupid wimp.”

He laughs again, but now that I have a good train of thought, I roll with it. “How could you be so dumb? You put yourself in extreme physical discomfort just so you could understand me better? Wimp, wimp, wimp.”

Crossing my arms, I huff and flip my hair at him. He reacts by pushing me into the bed and climbing on top of me, forcing my arms open and placing them on his shoulder blades.

“I didn’t do it just for that,” he growls, “It wasn’t fair that you had to do it the first time when I had no idea what I was doing. I wanted to do it too, so we could be even. I also wanted to see if I was hurting you, the only way I could really know is by experiencing it myself. Yeah it hurt but…it actually ended up feeling pretty good.”

The lamplight casts shadows on his face but I can see the blush on his cheeks and the glimmer in his eye. I’m so incredibly confused by him. Sure, his reasons make sense, but none of them seem good enough for him to do the thing he did.

Sighing, I let my head loll back and groan, “You don’t make sense sometimes.”

“Neither do you, but it’s ok. We did it, it’s over with.” He replies, pressing his body flush against mine. “So, did you enjoy it? Was I any good?”

His shy self-conscious question is coated with playful lust as he slides his hands down my sides and squeezes my hips. “It was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever experienced in my life,” I whisper, leisurely rubbing circles on his back.

“That’s how I feel every time we do it. It gets better and better.” Teeth start to nibble on the lobe of my ear and I try to hold down the moan welling up in my throat.

I arch my back a little, my length hardening from his coy ministrations. “Would you…ever want to do this again?” I ask, images of taking Yuuri again, flipping him on his stomach and plowing him from behind or splaying him over his desk at home fill my mind and turn me on even more.

He smiles against my ear before he murmurs, “Definitely.”

I can tell that the old Yuuri is back, the subtly dominant, gentle, passionate Yuuri. Falling back into the submissive role is so easy for me. I honestly wouldn’t care if I spent the rest of my life on bottom. I suppose I’m less dominant than people think.