Feelings
Yuuri….
Wolfram sighed and looked down at the brunette that lay before him, fast asleep on his bed. How he wanted to lean over, take him in his arms and kiss him tenderly…. But no! He mustn't! God knows what Yuuri's reaction to that would be!
Wolfram shook his head and sat down on the foot of the bed, gently so he wouldn't wake Yuuri.
How did this happen? How was it that he was falling in love with the person he hated as soon as he saw? When they first accidentally had gotten engaged, Wolfram, was furious! Why him?! Damn Yuuri for not knowing the traditions in this place! But slowly, as they spent more and more time together, Wolfram found himself slowly falling for the young man, falling hard, and he couldn't stop himself no matter how hard he tried. And hell, he'd tried. He'd watched Yuuri as much as he could, hoping to see the other do something that would turn him off, but nothing happened. All Wolfram found was that Yuuri was perfect in every way, and he wanted to be with him forever, to have to Yuuri feel the same way he did. But could that ever happen? Wolfram doubted it. Yuuri never seemed interested in him in a romantic way. He'd probably freak if he knew Wolfram's true feelings.
Wolfram felt a tear slide slowly down his cheek as he stared down at Yuuri, wishing with all his heart that his love was returned.
"Wolf?" came a tired voice, and he was startled to see that Yuuri had opened his eyes and was looking up at him. "Why are you crying?"
Wolfram quickly wiped the tear away, embarrassed that Yuuri had seen. "I'm not crying," he muttered unconvincingly, looking away from Yuuri.
Yuuri rolled his eyes and covered Wolfram's hand with his own. "Yes you were," he said softly, looking into the other's eyes.
Wolfram's heartbeat quickened as Yuuri touched his hand, and a faint blush came to his cheeks. It took all his willpower not to blurt out how much he loved Yuuri, how much he wanted him. Suddenly, he was pulled down next to Yuuri, the brunette's arms around his waist, their faces inches away from each other. Wolfram, startled, could just gape at Yuuri, frozen in place.
Yuuri smiled slightly, not saying a word, and pressed his lips to Wolfram's in a hard, needy kiss. It took a minute for Wolfram to respond, but when he did he didn't think, just kissed back, pressing his body against Yuuri's his eyes fluttering closed. He could scarcely believe what was happening. He long he had waited for this….
After a minute the two broke apart, breathing heavily, just to press their lips together once again in a long, passionate kiss. Yuuri ran his hands over Wolfram's clothed chest, and the blond shivered at the touch. This was just too good to be true….
After a few more minutes of kissing (and maybe a bit of groping too) Yuuri pulled away, much to Wolfram's disappointment, and lay back against the pillows, his eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips. Wolfram just looked at him for a few minutes, before poking him gently. Yuuri didn't respond. He was fast asleep.
Wolfram rolled his eyes and slowly lay down beside Yuuri, not thinking the other would mind him sleeping there that night. As Wolfram was drifting off to sleep, he idly wondered what this had all meant. Was Yuuri just playing with him? Or did he really care about him? The blond shook his head.
It was far too late to be thinking about these things. He would worry in the morning. And, with his head against Yuuri's shoulder, Wolfram fell asleep.
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it is Moka from Rosario Vampire is it not?