Title: Our love story

Chapter 2:

Written by Lisse08

Yuuri tensed, sitting on the comfy chair right besides a steaming blonde who refused to talk to him ever since that. He tried to plaster up his forced smile at his friend and another man who looked like Wolfram’s copy, hoping that they would try to start a proper conversation in which he could indulge himself in. But it didn’t work. Apparently, no one dared to trigger the death pistol. Yuuri felt like he could be suffocated by the air.

After a considerably amount of silence, finally, someone voiced.

“Oh, Wolfram, he didn’t do that on purpose. Just let it go.” The ‘Wolfram’ copy said, sipping on the drink he had ordered for the second round. Yuuri, a little bit relaxed, glanced at his boyfriend to see the effect. It didn’t work.

Wolfram was fixing his eyes on the waitress who Yuuri had just kissed. The double black cringed, the blonde’s gazes looked as if they could kill. He threw another look over at the bespectacled boy, his eyes begging for help.

“You’d better do something about it.” Murata leaned over and passed the message with a soft voice, barely audible.

“What?” Yuuri whispered back.

Murata pointed at his own lips. Yuuri took it in immediately with a glare, as if he needed to be reminded about it again.

“How?” He mouthed. Murata sighed helplessly before mouthing a ‘figure it out yourself’ at him.

The other blonde too, shrugged his shoulder at him. To his upmost horror, the two of them turned away and started a conversation at one side, leaving Wolfram for him alone to deal.

Tentatively, he laughed, his brain frantically searching for words but nothing seemed to come to his mind. So, he could only say the simplest words.

“Wolfram… I am really sorry…”

Wolfram plucked his fork into the salad at that making Yuuri jumped.

“I can’t believe you let her!”

“I didn’t. It was really an accident. I wouldn’t normally kiss anyone.” Yuuri protested, his hand gripping at the blonde’s arm. The words and the heat seeping from the double black’s skin softened Wolfram.

“It was supposed to be mine…” Wolfram mumbled.

Watching the sulking face he was making, Yuuri had a sudden urge to smile. He couldn’t control it as it dawn upon him.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m just happy.” He wiped off the tears at the corner of his eyes and looked up into the emerald eyes which were now finally focus on him, a mixture of annoyed and confused. “You’re jealous.”

The words had Wolfram blushed in no time. He watched in amusement as the noticeable color rose all the way from the pale neck up to the cheek. Yuuri sensed too, the talking besides him stopped. All attentions were suddenly averted at his boyfriend.

“N-Nonsense!” Wolfram stammered. His cousin’s lips were raised in evil intention. That only made the prince stammered even more.

“W-What? Don’t stare at me like that! Enough!” He was nearly on the verge of standing up and considering throwing his knife at Shinou. Even if he was doing a good job of holding back his anger, his face mimicked the ripened tomato in his salad. They all burst out their laugh simultaneously without warning.

He’s so cute.

Yuuri’s laughter was loudest among them, which reddened Wolfram more.

“Stupid Yuuri!! It’s your fault.”

“OUCH! WOLF! THAT is BIO BOOK!”

“So what?”

“So what?? I mean, look at its thickness!!”

“Humph!!”

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

“Your name’s Shibuya Yuuri?”

“Ah. Yeah.” Yuuri, rubbing his head where Wolfram had hit, sulkily pulled on a face.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Shinou cocked his head over to the silent blonde who was still a bit red.

“Can’t you talk yourself?” Wolfram snapped.

“Shibuya, this is Shinou. Wolfram’s cousin.” Chuckling, Murata cut in between them.

“How did you know that?” the two different voices mixed. The couple looked at each other and turned away in anger.

Another row of laugh broke off.

“Aren’t you two cute?” Shinou commented.

“Shut up.” Wolfram replied. A fainted memory suddenly rushed through. He gasped and pointed an offending finger at the other double black. “Don… Don’t tell me… that… you’re!” The heat that was finally warded off came back in a trice, remembering the voices he had heard on the phone back then.

“What?” Yuuri curiously asked while Shinou raised his brows.

“Yupe, I’m telling you.” Shinou smirked and grabbed Murata’s shoulder. “He’s my boyfriend.” Murata grunted. Yuuri’s jaws dropped to the ground while Wolfram was steaming like a kettle with boiling water beside.

“What’s wrong, Wolfram?” Shinou enquired.

“Shudup. Don’t talk to me, you sick.”

“What?” Yuuri still couldn’t get them.

“Don’t bother with this perv, Yuuri.”

Both Murata and Yuuri showed faces of confuse. But neither of them got further details that they wanted as both blonde remained silent. Or to be specific, Wolfram being red-faced, while Shinou nonchalantly sipping on his drink. Yuuri observed closely while Murata raising a brow at their respective boyfriends.

Shinou chuckled a little.

Wolfram is really fun to tease.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

Totally unsatisfied, Wolfram rested his hand on the wheel of the car, looking forward with a pair of hardened eyes, his ears desperately trying to fold them over to cover up the noises behind him. Why does these two have to interrupt with their private moment? They could have taken a public bus and headed home but no, due to Shinou’s insistence, he had to succumb to his need.

Yuuri nervously looked out the window. The sweet talk behind them was turning the atmosphere between the couple tensed.

“So, your house or my house?”

Yuuri instantly turned red. Wolfram could no longer hold it back, stepped on the brake and stopped the car.

“Are you trying to kill us?” Shinou raised his head. Wolfram’s sharp eyes looked up into the rear mirror, catching the sapphire blue one.

“Could you two stop displaying your affections in public?”

“We are nowhere in the public, Wolf. So, it’s our freedom.”

“Don’t call me with that name!” Wolfram turned back and pointed boldly into his cousin’s face. “It’s reserved.”

Shinou smirked, looking at the stunned look of Yuuri’s face who was at the verge of stopping the blonde before he truly went into the berserk mode. He shrugged and sat back on the cushion, arms crossed.

Defeated, Wolfram resumed his driving, with deep determination. It wasn’t long before his ears caught the words that made his blood boiled again, his focus distracted because the topic was getting even hotter.

“How do you want me to do it tonight?”

“Whichever way you like.” Murata answered casually.

Yuuri’s brows twitched at that, mediating what they were talking about. The sensitive wolf noticed it, which only turned him more heated. He reached over and fiddled with the radio, increasing the volume until a pout was heard. Shinou gave up. Soon, the car was filled with only the music flowing through the small space. Yuuri, relaxed, leaned back comfortably against the leather seat and closed his eyes.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

After sending the two back to their house, to be specific, it was Murata’s house they went. Yuuri couldn’t stop wondering what they’d do in that house, alone when the car pulled out from the park. He looked over to his boyfriend, who wasn’t voicing ever since the others left.

His house wasn’t very far away from Murata’s, just a street apart. Yuuri fiddled with his fingers, thinking about what to say.

In the end, when Wolfram stopped the white car in front of Yuuri’s gate, they still never did start a proper conversation.

“So we are here.” Wolfram smiled.

“Um… Yeah…” Yuuri unbuckled the seatbelt but his heart was telling him quite the other, he still didn’t want to leave. The scenes from yesterday flashed through. He blinked.

May be… Maybe just a quick one…

Fingers tightened at the belt, Yuuri took a deep inspiration, wanting himself to desperately calm down but at the same time to do it properly this time, he turned over to the blonde.

“Wolf.”

“Yes…?!”

The kiss practically took all his breath away. It took him a few second before he could close his eyes and kissed back.

Confidence level increased when Wolfram drew Yuuri’s head closer into his face. He wanted to touch him more, just like that afternoon… He blinked back in shock when Wolfram suddenly pushed him off. He found himself looking at a very abashed blond. Was it because he had hurt him? Or…? Just as he was about the reason, Wolfram timidly pointed over his shoulder.

Curious, Yuuri turned over to glimpse at the cause. What he saw sent a chill down his body, shivering even under the hot afternoon. Jennifer Shibuya was peering into the tinted window, grinning from ear to ear.

“Mother!” He cringed as if shot by a bullet gun.

“Yuu-chan, you’re finally back. I was so worried.” Yuuri opened the door in a thunder speed and stepped out from there, feeling a bit disappointed by the interruption. He choked at the tight hug he received. Seriously, he had to wonder how amazingly strong his skeletons were to be able to withstand all these bear crushes.

“I’m sorry, Miko-san, we went to a restaurant.” Wolfram had lowered the automatic window, he leaned over the passenger seat and explained.

“Aw… then, doesn’t that mean the curry couldn’t be finished? What a waste…”

“Mother, we can still have that for dinner.”

“Ah... Right. Then, I’ll heat it up. Wolf-chan.” She turned over to the blonde inside and smiled. “Don’t you want to stay over for dinner?”

“EH? Ah…” He softened. “Yes, I’ll, Mother.”

Yuuri’s eyes widened. ‘Mother? Why did he have to use that name?’ But Jennifer didn’t seem to mind, quite the opposite, she hummed happily and walked out from their sight. Yuuri gapped. That was really impossible.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

Tapping his feet up on the staircases, Wolfram followed the double black up to his room. He felt a bit sorry for imposing on Shibuya’s family like that but Jennifer’s enthusiasm cut it off. As if sensing that the two needed their private time, the mother had implied for Yuuri to take him for a ‘tour’ to his room. Wolfram blushed red at the thought but the naïve Yuuri agreed and did as he was told.

“This is Shori’s room.”

“Is he home?”

A cheerful shout of victory stunned the boys. They shared a bewildered look before Yuuri gave a nervous laugh with a ‘yeah’. Scratching his head, Yuuri moved on further with the blonde.

“And this is mine.” Yuuri gestured his arms forward and unlocked his door.

Feeling a bit nervous, Wolfram trailed behind the double black into the dark room.

“Yuuri, where’s the switch?” The door creaked and closed in a smooth swing. Wolfram jumped as the whole room consumed by the darkness. Silence pressed on his ears.

“Yuuri!”

“I always wanted you.”

The dream that he once had came back. His heartbeats increased. ‘That was a dream. That was a dream.’ He had to keep chanting to himself the words to ensure himself that this wimpy Yuuri that he knew now would never have the gut to do something like that. But the mantra didn’t do him any good from blocking the dream coming back into his mind. He turned around, holding his breath and shrieked at the touch on his shoulder.

“Gotcha.” Yuuri’s smirking voice reached his ears.

Laughing, Yuuri flipped open the switch and the room lighted instantly. Wolfram was holding onto his chest, his heated glare shot over at the teenager.

“Um… Wolf?” Yuuri uncertainly inquired. “It’s only a joke.”

“I’ll kill you!”

And when he said this, he meant it. Yuuri’s eyes widened. Wolfram lurched at him, pushing him into the bedding hard. He locked his fingers around his boyfriend’s neck, choking him.

“Wolfram, ww--wait.” Yuuri whimpered, hands up on the defence, “You don’t wanna kill me.”

“Hmmph.” Snapping his head over, Wolfram pouted. His mind was making up the plan on how to get Yuuri back on this one.

He’s beautiful…

The words flashed through his mind. Taken aback, Yuuri blinked twice. Something about this isn’t right… Boys aren’t supposed to be beautiful… But…

Hands reaching up, he touched the blonde’s shoulder. Wolfram bewilderedly stared at the black swirling darkness and felt himself being turned a three hundred and sixty degree. He fell back on his back.

Yuuri gazed, mesmerized by the green light sparkling in there.

“Y—Yuuri?” His stuttering is so damn cute…

Eager to claim him as his, Yuuri touched his lips harshly with his own. Their teeth clenched. Wolfram made a weak protest at that but failed nevertheless. Yuuri, feeling the light pain transmitted through his nerves slowed down, kissing him gently. The struggling lessened. Feeling encouraged, Yuuri found himself unbuttoning the blonde’s clothes, revealing the shoulder of his pale ivory skin. Without thinking twice, he tasted down his neck and towards the exposed areas, tugging off the shirts lower the squirming blonde as he did so. Even hearing the pleasant grunts made from behind the throat of the little angel made his heart thumped crazily.

He reached the pink nipples, licking it like an ice-cream. Indeed, it tasted like ice-cream flavour to his mouth, the vanilla flavour that resembled Wolfram’s. He dipped in deeper, surprised but at the same time, delighted by the soft moan.

Curiosity seized him, he wondered how Wolfram would react if he do that. He would have done a lot on himself. But seeing a creature as beautiful as Wolfram von Bielefeld doing that… He unbuckled the belt beneath him.

Surprised, Wolfram jerked and caught his hand.

“Wh-What are you doing?” The red blush coloured his face.

Disregarding his question, Yuuri leaned in and sealed the lips from making anymore comment that would change his mind. Wolfram struggled in vain, soon giving in along with the tingling sensation Yuuri did to his skin as he pulled his school trousers off along with his undergarment.

He cried out as Yuuri grabbed him in a whole, breaking from the kiss.

As if trying to make it up, Yuuri kissed his gently at his cheek. Wolfram shut his eyes, suppressing his voice from coming out. He had to constantly remind himself that they are not alone in this house. But the wimp seemed to lose his rationality.

He muffled his voice with his palm, finding that a really difficult thing to do. Not with Yuuri who had kissed his way down his tummy. It was really tingling. He drew in more breathe.

Does this wimpy jerk know what he was doing?!

“Ummm…” ‘Okay, that… seriously… failed!’ Wolfram thought. Yuuri continued to squeeze his length, releasing it at the right pressure and touching everywhere he could reach around there. He was amazed as he read the blonde’s ecstatic face from below. And he was doing such a feeble attempt at not wanting to let it all out in pressure.

Yuuri leaned in closer and captured Wolfram’s lips once more. He panted into his mouth, his voice too.

Wolfram was so amazingly hot…

He stroke faster, feeling the whole body twisted around in no specific direction. He felt Wolfram cum in his hand at the last convulsion. The white sticky liquid spurted over his palm.

“Yuu…ri…” he panted, looking up at the double black while trying to relearn how to breathe. Yuuri, taken aback, pulled himself up. He was erected hard just from seeing Wolfram cuming. He wanted to go into the bathroom to finish his when Wolfram dragged him into the bedding.

“It’s my turn.” A smile played along the edge of the blonde’s mouth. Yuuri intended to say no. he didn’t like the idea of himself being touched by others in that way, but he failed himself when Wolfram started imitating his works on his body. After all, he did need to ejaculate.

He released few minutes later, slumping into the soft mattress. Wolfram came nearer to his side and snuggled into his chest, which Yuuri happily planted another kiss on the soft hair.

“That wasn’t bad.” Yuuri panted, still feeling a bit dizzy after the effect.

He was surprised though, when Wolfram raised his head from his chest and glared at him. What? Did he do something wrong?

“You don’t think that’s all, right?” Wolfram fired the question which Yuuri gawked at.

“What all?”

Stupid jerk.

Wolfram dragged himself up from the bed and pulled up the trousers. Yuuri, bewildered stared at him with more confuse in the black eyes.

“Are you angry?”

“A bit.” Wolfram bluntly replied.

“Why?”

He shot another ‘you-are-hopeless’ look at the wimp and sighed.

“Do you think that's all it takes for sex?” Seeing the eyebrows narrowed closer together, Wolfram added, “between guys?”

“No?” He stupidly countered, melting Wolfram determination of wanting to be angry.

“No, you silly.” He looked away, busying himself with the buttons on his shirts. He wondered why his ears were growing hotter and why his voice was trembling with intense nervousness. “Don’t you ever wonder how guys did it??”

There was a full thirty seconds silence. Yuuri stared at the boy before a full-blown strength hit his skull, finally understood what Wolfram meant by the term it.

“HUH?” was all he managed to get out of his numbed mouth.

TBC