Dance of the Flame, KKM, for stagesoflove
Title: Dance of the Flame
Author: Ellie Biel
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters/pairing: Wolfram von Bielefeld/Yuuri Shibuya
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for stagesoflove theme Five Elements - Fire, and once again written too close to the deadline for comfort!
Part 1: Will-o'-the-Wisp, Part 2: Quake
All it had taken was Wolfram's jealousy running roughshod over his petulance, and things had gone back to normal - not that Yuuri thought "normal" described anything about the person he had to share his bed with later that night.
He really, really wanted to lock and bar the door, and then maybe find another room to sleep in, but Wolfram had this uncanny knack for tracking him down when Yuuri most wanted to be alone, and tonight was one of those times. The worst part about it was that it wasn't because he wanted, for one night at least, to be able to sleep without getting assaulted or kicked out of his own bed. It wasn't because he wanted to remind Wolfram that this whole betrothed situation wasn't real and hoped against hope that his accidental fiancé would get the hint he'd been stubbornly ignoring every night.
It was because today they'd been in mazoku, not human territory, and it was the first time that he'd seen Wolfram engage in combat using something other than his sword. It was the first time he'd seen Wolfram summon the elements of fire - not to fight against Yuuri or as part of a duel involving the most bizarre of triangles (and Yuuri still had nightmares about using silverware in Shin Makoku), but as the proud warrior that Yuuri often forgot Wolfram was.
It had been magnificent.
Yuuri had seen Wolfram's flame take the form of a menacing lion and he'd seen the way the fire danced at his command and today was no different - only it was. The dance was hypnotic, seductive, and despite the raging inferno all around Wolfram, and therefore not far from where Yuuri was standing, Yuuri felt the shiver run down his back.
When he'd first met Lady Celi's sons, he'd thought they were as different as any men could be, but today he'd seen the flames obey Wolfram in a way that rivaled Konrad's command of his sword, and it had left him speechless.
He approached his bedroom door and his hand hesitated before touching the knob. He knew that Wolfram would already be in bed, dressed in that ridiculous pink nightgown, and in his mind's eye the lace trim flickered along Wolfram's collarbone. He still had time to turn around and leave; Wolfram was most likely already asleep. He was still feeling a bit grimy from the battle earlier, and no one could fault him for taking a bath before bed.
Yuuri licked his lips and opened the door.