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A/N: こんにちは, new readers! This fanfic is going to be endless fluff, so prepare yourselves. If you decide to read on, then you will find a series of one-shots in which Wolfram tries to get Yuri to sleep with him. I am a lesbian so don't expect to get any guy on guy smut. XD I probably won't go over the T rating. Sorry! :P But anyways, all of these stories are completely unconnected unless it is stated otherwise, and my goal is to reach 101 of them! I highly doubt this will happen, but it will be fun to try. I am always open to suggestions for the next installment. (As of right now I only have the second one planned out.) Thanks for looking and please review if you like it! :)
The Sleeping Seductress
Yuri hated finding Wolfram in his bed every night. This wasn't his room. They weren't married yet. He had no business sleeping with him like that.
He sighed as he climbed in beneath the covers, trying not to look at Wolfram when he lifted them from the mattress because he knew what he'd see. Trying to stay as close to the end of the bed as possible, to avoid any accidental touching. He curled up on his side, facing the wall.
But Wolfram found him anyway. He always seemed to. It wasn't just that he tossed and turned a lot in his sleep; it was like he felt Yuri's presence the moment he crawled in beside him.
A foot brushed against Yuri's leg, but it wasn't a kick. A hand landed on his back but it didn't hurt at all.
Yuri hated that he had no personal space. Wolfram was too invasive.
Yuri rolled over and tried pushing Wolfram's limbs away. The boy made a sound of protest in his sleep. The hand that was on his back now gripped his own hand.
Yuri blushed just slightly, but continued trying to push him away. Unluckily for him, it made Wolfram cling to him even more tightly.
When he found himself completely in Wolfram's embrace, he gave up. This was so embarrassing! He wanted to sleep; he didn't want to be cuddled. Yuri's face burned red. The more he struggled, the tighter Wolfram squeezed him. Maybe if he stayed still, Wolfram would release him and go back to thrashing about.
No such luck. Somehow, as soon as Yuri stopped moving, the blonde went still too. God damn it! He tried pushing Wolfram off of him again, but then his fiancé nuzzled his head up under Yuri's, reminding him of a purring cat.
Yuri hated knowing Wolfram dreamed about him. He talked in his sleep, and Yuri didn't know what kinds of things he was picturing. But he always assumed the worst, and those thoughts made him blush like crazy.
"You little wimp," Wolfram mumbled. Yuri shivered as Wolfram's hot breath tickled his neck, his lips brushing against Yuri's skin as he spoke.
But Wolfram wasn't speaking anymore. He was just…moving his lips around.
Okay, he was kissing.
"W-Wolfram, stop," Yuri murmured pathetically, blushing like hell. He knew there was no way a deep sleeper like his fiancé would have heard that. But he didn't want to protest too loudly in fear that Wolfram might wake up…and at the same time, he didn't want to remain silent because it felt wrong to allow this without making some kind of effort to stop it.
"N-no, Wolfram, wake up," he pleaded uncomfortably.
Yuri hated the soft way Wolfram touched him. Like they were lovers…
Wolfram's hands clenched the back of his shirt as he kissed Yuri's neck a little harder.
Shit, was that his tongue!?
Yuri hated the wave of heat that washed over him. He shouldn't be reacting this way to a guy! But he was growing hotter with every little movement, caress, and whimper…
"Mine," Wolfram hissed, nibbling on him.
"Y-yes," Yuri whimpered.
Yuri hated how quickly he was giving into this. Or even the fact that he was giving in at all. This was wrong on so many levels, Wolfram being a guy, a-and asleep and all…
He stopped pushing against Wolfram's chest and tried to slide his hands around his back instead, to return his embrace. But they were squeezed too tightly together and Wolfram wasn't loosening his grip.
Yuri nudged the blonde head with his nose, receiving a low whine from his fiancé as the boy broke away from his neck. He continued to nudge on his cheeks until Wolfram's face was turned up toward his.
Yuri hated how peaceful and enticing that sleeping face looked.
Whines continued to emanate from his lips until Yuri did the unthinkable.
He kissed them.
Wolfram reacted immediately, surprising Yuri at how passionately he could kiss in his sleep. What was he like when he was awake…?
Yuri hated that he wanted to know the answer.
He continued to kiss Wolfram more and more fervently, quickly forgetting his reservations. It got so rough that he even flipped Wolfram over on the bed. Funny how submissive the boy was when Yuri was doing what he wanted. Manipulative little brat.
Yuri hated the way Wolfram's nightgown rode up after so much moving around. He couldn't help but stop his kisses for a moment to stare. If it was just a little higher, he'd be able to see everything…
He bit his lip. This was wrong, wasn't it? He shouldn't do this while Wolfram was asleep. But he'd lose his courage if Wolfram woke up!
Yuri shut his eyes tightly and steeled his desire. He ran his fingers up Wolframs thigh, pushing his nightgown up little by little, watching Wolfram shiver with pleasure and whine for more. Yuri crashed his lips down forcefully as the fire inside him built up. He was definitely losing control. Suddenly, he was shoving his tongue in Wolfram's mouth, and—
Wolfram's eyes snapped open as he bolted awake. His defense mechanism was activated, and he was pushing and kicking Yuri away before he was even aware of his surroundings.
Shocked out of his high, Yuri slumped back on the bed.
"W-Wolfram? Oh…you…you're awake…"
The realization hit him like a tidal wave and he reddened from his neck up.
Wolfram squinted at him, trying to process what was going on. "Yuri…?" His eyes fell onto the flushed, hot face, disheveled hair and clothes, slightly swollen lips, and the mixture of fear and desire in Yuri's eyes. He felt the cool breeze against his legs and realized with a blush that his nightgown had been pushed all the way up.
Wolfram's mouth dropped open.
"You were trying to sleep with me!"
Yuri ducked behind his hands, anticipating a blow of some sort. "N-no! It's not what you think! I couldn't get away!"
"From what?" Wolfram demanded, grabbing a pillow and bashing him repeatedly over the head with it. "You've absolutely humiliated me! I'm not some cheap hussy you can take advantage of! If you want my virginity, ask me when I'm awake, you little wimp!"
"Wolfram! Wolfram!" Yuri pleaded, trying to shield himself from Wolfram's wrath. When the blows didn't cease, he burst out in embarrassment, "I-I-I want it, okay!"
Wolfram instantly dropped the pillow, and a smirk spread across his lips. "Say that again."
"I want it…," Yuri murmured, glaring down at the bed in resentment.
"You want what?" Wolfram barked.
"Your virginity…" He cringed as the words left his mouth. God damn, that was embarrassing! Why'd Wolfram have to word it like that anyways?!
He chuckled in delight. "Well, I guess you'll have to marry me then, won't you," he tsked.
"God damn it, Wolf, that's it!" Yuri yelled, tackling him and shoving him back down. "I know you want it or you wouldn't be in my bed, wearing that little thing, and kissing me all over in your sleep!"
Wolfram drew in a sharp breath. "Is the Maou coming out?" he purred in Yuri's ear, running a finger down his chest. "Or is he just coming?"
Yuri flinched in embarrassment. "SHUT THE HELL UP! I order you to—"
Wolfram bit him on the ear. "Hey wimp," he hissed. "As hot as that is, this bed is my territory, and I'm the only one who's allowed to give orders in it. Now I order you to take off your clothes and fuck me."
"Hrmph," Yuri grunted, rushing to unbutton his shirt with clumsy fingers.
Yuri hated when Wolfram tried to dominate him.
But then, with an alluring kiss from his fiancé, Yuri realized that he really didn't hate anything about this.
He didn't hate anything at all.