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MuraWolf
NC-17
Murata and Wolfram go to the kitchen to make sugar cookies that look like peens and butts. ... and they fight. And they don't. And they kiss. And they don't. But they're mostly gay.
Murata did the 'SCORE' dance behind Wolfram which looked so completely ridiculous that it was hard to explain and Wolfram better be glad he didn't see it. When Murata was finished looking like an idiot, he went to put on his own clothes, humming a little tune. "You know Wolfram, we haven't baked anything together since... well... our first kiss."
Hey, that was true. Wolfram smiled and nodded, tightening the cravat around his neck. "I remember how angry I was when it happened, too." He laughed softly. Really, they had come so far. It was almost scary.
"Well you stole my glasse." Murata frowned. "You know how bad my eyesight is. Besides.. you were so EASY to tease." He flashed a grin, opening the bathroom door. "All I had to do was give a little nudge and you always exploded. It was so fun."
Wolfram frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, walking out the door before Murata. "I only stole them because you looked better without them. I was doing you a favor." He paused for a moment to re-evaluate the statement. "But..I think I was wrong." Because at the time, he had liked it when Murata looked like Yuuri, and now...now he just wanted Murata to be himself.
Murata let go of the door and shuffled himself behind Wolfram, wrapping his arms around him from behind and waddling with him in a ridiculous manner down the hall. "Did Wolfram, my dearest husband, just admit that he was wrong?" He grinned, still swaying.
Wolfram stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing. Damn it. Murata had noticed D: "I didn't say that I was wrong for sure! I just said that I MAY HAVE been. It's not the same!"
Murata was too busy nuzzling his face into Wolfram's neck and swaying quite happily. "Sure sure sure. Wolfram thinks I look good in glasses. <3"
"You look..I mean..you look OKAY I guess." Wolfram hmphed, pouting slightly and just being a brat. "I like when you take them off, though. Because...because it's like you're really naked." ...and then he giggled gayly.
Murata loosened his grip on Wolfram's waist and stepped back, shaking his head and walking around Wolfram to make it to the kitchen first. "Some people are sexier when they still have an article of clothing on." He stuck his nose in the air, marching like a poodle. "Like when you wore those tight little leather shorts."
Wolfram blushed slightly at the memory as he trotted along behind Murata. Yeah..yeah, he had been sexy, hadn't he? But still.. "It's a shame they cut off my circulation. And that you never wore them. I wanted to see that.." Wolfram didn't seem to be able to grasp the concept that he was physically far more attractive than Murata.
But Murata was attractive in a geeky little schoolboy kind of way and was therefore ten times better than Wolfram. Hah. "If we could find a pair that fit, I'd wear them." Murata said in passing, reaching his hand out and letting it trail along the wall. They were almost to the kitchen and Murata hoped it would be empty. "Until then, you may just have to deal with my glasses."
"But they wouldn't be as sexy if they fit.." Wolfram stated sadly, though he did perk up when he saw that the kitchen was currently empty. Yay :D "Oh wow, lucky!" He cheered gayly when they entered.
Murata was about to comment on something that had to do with tiny leather shorts and them fitting him or not, but the empty kitchen made him forget his mouth words. He sighed in utter happiness and made a beeline for the cabinet. "Let's hope everyone else hasn't used up all the cookie-making ingredients. Heaven knows we make enough of them here."
"I'm sure we haven't. I mean Gunter's in here every afternoon making them from Greta so there's no way.." Wolfram stated plainly as he headed to the nearby closet, reaching in and retrieving two aprons...both of which were pink and frilly. Hey, the maids were women. They liked that kind of stuff. Wolfram, however, started giggling softly as he held up the one intended for Murata. "You're going to wear this for me tonight, right?"
"I'll wear it right now for you if you want." Murata took the apron and held it up to his front, modeling it. "But over my clothes. The real treat is for later." Cheeky grin.
Wolfram laughed softly and nodded, pushing the apron to him. "Well I got it out for you to wear, so yeah, put it on." And Wolfram followed suit, tying his own on securely so as not to spill anything onto his uniform. "But you better keep to that...I'm expecting it now."
"I'm not gonna lie to you, I'm looking forward to it." Murata fastened is own apron and began pulling out the necessary utensils and equipment to bake a disaster. "But knowing you, it may not stay on me for long. You'll find some way to have it taken off."
Wolfram grinned a bit and nodded. "What can I say? I like you naked." Hee :3 With his apron secure, he began helping Murata find ingredients, starting to make the batter in a large mixing bowl.
"Well you are quite affectionate when I am naked." Murata pointed out the obvious with an amused smiled and flicked a bit of sugar at Wolfram before taking the time to find a rolling pin. Once he had, he gave Wolfram's ass a little whack with it and set it on the counter, continuing the cookie preparations as if nothing had happened.
"Hey! Ow!" Wolfram pouted, reaching back to rub his ass like it had honestly hurt or something. "You jerk..." He mumbled, reaching over to pinch Murata's ass then nonchalantly continuing to mix the dough.
"Bigger jerk." Murata retaliated with a good kick in the shin and sticking out his tongue. HA. D:
"Oh that was mature." Wolfram rolled his eyes...and promptly elbowed Murata in the side.
Murata immediately pulled in his tongue. "Not like you're any better." He frowned and gave Wolfram something a little harder than a playful shove.
"Are you kidding? At least I don't take cheap shots!" Wolfram shoved right back, balancing the bowl of dough in one hand and continuing to try and stir.
"Cheap shot? I'll show you a cheap shot!" And Murata wrenched the spoon from Wolfram's hand, flinging a small patch of batter to the ceiling in the process.
"....." Wolfram was silent for a moment, just staring up at the ceiling where the batter clung...and then he started laughing. "What the hell was that?!"
"I was going to fling some at you... but the batter went the wrong direction." Murata said sheepishly, looking up as well and wondering how he'd get the batter down. "Anyway, you started it." Even though... Murata totally did.
"I did not and you know it!" But Wolfram was laughing anyway, just staring up at the glob on the ceiling that refused to come down.
"You did so." Murata looked down at Wolfram now and frowned. "Your ass enticed me. It was begging me to do it. The rolling pin just answered the call. I was doing you a favor."
"Oh? So now my ass sends out signals to you?" Wolfram glanced over his shoulder, looking downward. "Well it's not my fault what it does of its own accord, you know." ...and then he continued to stir the dough, because they were going to make cookies at some point, damn it.
Murata made himself busy by flouring up a part of the table so they could roll out the dough and even took care to pre-heat the oven. When it came time to sort through a massive pile of cookie cutters, he frowned. "Wolfram, what kind of cookie cutters do you want? None of them are shaped like a peen or a butt, so I can't model anything after you."
"...considering that Greta may want some of these, it might be nice to make them normal shapes, like stars or hearts." ..though peens and butts would've been really funny and they could've played with them later XD
"Can I make one peen? Just one?" Murata pleaded. "I can make shoes and gingerbread-looking people and hearts, stars and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, too... but I want just ONE peen." He tried to make his eyes big and gay like Yuuri, but it was not humanly possible and Murata failed a lot.
"Well..." Wolfram paused, considering for a moment. "Alright. But you have to make sure to take it! Don't leave it around for anyone else to find....and make a butt, too." >_>
"Sir yes sir!" Murata saluted with a wide grin and set all the cookie cutters he was going to use aside and put all the rest of them away. "How is the dough going, by the way?" He leaned over Wolfram shoulder annoyingly.
"Oh it's going.." Wolfram removed the spoon from the bowl and dipped his finger into it, getting a glob on his finger and holding it over his shoulder for Murata.
Murata frowned. "It shouldn't be that gloppy. It has to be hard enough to roll and make into cookie cut-outs." And then he pursed his lips to make sure the salmonella poisoning wouldn't come in and kill him.
Wolfram frowned. "Well then, master chef, what do you expect me to do about it since you're obviously amazing at baking?"
"More substance and less liquid." Murata said as if it were COMPLETELY OBVIOUS.
Wolfram frowned and smeared a glob of the mixture onto Murata's nose. "Get me some more flour, then."
Murata promptly scrunched up his nose, but did as he was told, but not without loud grumbling and the words "Facist," "Dictator," "Control Freak," and "Lousy jerk" mixed in there. "Here's your flour." He presented the bag with mild, but completely mocking distaste.
Wolfram hmphed and snatched the bag from Murata, dumping a bit more of the powdery substance into the bowl and mixing until the batter finally achieved the right consistency. He held up a spoonful for Murata to try again. "Now?"
Murata pulled the dough from the spoon, rolled it into a ball, tossed it in the air and caught it in his mouth with doofy grin. "It's perfect. You did good." Pat pat pat.
"Why thank you." Wolfram scoffed and rolled his eyes, pushing the bowl over to Murata. "Aren't you in charge of shape-making?"
"Like it takes much skill to roll dough out." Murata laughed and spread some flour on the counter and flopped some of the dough onto the flour, and began rolling it with a flour-covered rolling pin until it was the right thickness and then took one cookie cutter and handed another to Wolfram. "You have to help stab the dough with me, you know."
"I guess I can manage that.." Wolfram chose a corner of the dough and cut out a perfect star, holding it up to show Murata afterwards, a smile on his face. "Like this? :D"
"Like that. Put it on the tray." Oh ho ho. Murata looked so nonchalant at that. In the mean time, he was just stabbing the dough with his heart cookie-cutter as much as he could and then pulled the excess dough away, leaving the cookies on the counter and using a spatula, transferred the not-finger printed cookies to the tray. HA HA HA.
Wolfram went about making his little stars and placing them on the tray as instructed..and sneaking chunks of dough when he thought Murata wasn't looking >_>
Murata had four eyes, of course he could see it. But that was okay. He was sneaking dough, too. They could die together. :D
Wolfram, however, smacked Murata's hand lightly when he saw him stealing dough. "Don't do that. You'll get fat." And he wouldn't, because he was Wolfram.
"I'm so thin you can see my ribs!" Murata protested and lifted his shirt. He had sucked his stomach in as far as it would go to give him the starved homeless person look.
Wolfram rolled his eyes and promptly began to tickle the Sage, forcing him to exhale and show his true form. "Ha! Ribs my ass! All I see are lovehandles." Of course he was kidding, but he pinched a bit of skin anyway to be a jerk about it.
"At least you'll have something to grab." Murata pouted and tried to catch his breath after the sudden tickle attack and vowed to keep his shirt on for the duration of the baking session.
"Mmmhhhm. In that case, I feel sorry for you. Having to paw at my rock-hard abs." Wolfram hmphed, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he went back to cutting the rest of the dough.
"Way to be subtle." Murata murmured under his breath. But it was okay, because it was true. And Murata liked Wolfrma's rock hard abs. <3 He gathered the scraps of dough and rolled them into another ball, and rolling them out onto the counter to make more. "We still have to make a butt and a peen, you know."
"Yes, I know. You're in charge of those, though. And it'll be your fault if they turn out lopsided." Wolfram snickered softly, pushing the bit of excess dough over to Murata.
Murata... obviously... didn't have a cutter for those, so he had to deal with just taking a knife and hoping he had some artistic ability. Wait a minute. "Why don't you do it? You're the artist here. Knowing you, you'd give the peen a vein."
"Because. You volunteered." Not to mention Wolfram didn't want to take responsibility if they turned out retarded. No, he'd much rather blame and make fun of Murata for it.
"Fine." Murata set back to work, carving out a very shrewd and not-so-detailed peen, pulling the extra dough away and moving the cookiedoughpeen onto a tray. "I hope that's good enough for you." It wasn't REALLY Lopsided... and it didn't really have a head... but that was okay. Right?
Wolfram lifted an eyebrow, eyeing the creation critically. "It would be if penises really were just smooth rods with no detail, I suppose."
"Pretend it's one of your precious glass dildos." Murata's voice was littered with something a little short of malice.
"Well, they are better than you, I suppose." Hey, Murata was being a jerk! Wolfram could be a jerk right back!
Murata's face immediately fell. Well... /he/ didn't insult Wolfram's manhood. T___T That was completely and entirely uncalled for. In rage and very much like a woman, Murata set the knife down and exhaled. "You can make your own butt. The oven is preheated. Bake them for 20 minutes to a half an hour." And he started to leave. He could be a girl about this, really.
As if Wolfram was going to let Murata just leave. Okay, maybe he HAD gone a little far. But Murata had been being mean to him and..and he deserved it! He grabbed Murata's wrist before he could get far, though, and, looking down at his feet sheepishly, he mumbled an apology. "...sorry..I..I didn't mean that."
Murata was still being a girl and sighed loudly. "You know... you're still making the butt." He was trying hard not to grin, now.
"Yeah yeah, sure, whatever. You just have to stay." Wolfram hmphed, still holding on tightly to Murata's wrist. He would give chase if the Sage tried to run D:
Murata let his wrist go slack, meaning that he would stay and not be so much like a girl anymore. He did, however, lean in and stuck out his cheek. "Do I get a kiss?" :D
"Hmm...maybe. But just a small one! I don't want to spoil you." Wolfram smiled a bit and leaned forward to press a peck to Murata's cheek before he turned back to the dough, rolling two balls and flattening them, sticking them together to form a very round, very pert butt.
Murata's whole body made a weird shiver and he shook it out, looking over Wolfram's shoulder at the butt. "Aw.." He commented, making a face. "It's a butt." |3 "Ready for baking?"
"Yeah, it's your butt." Wolfram smiled. He really had flattered Murata in that regard, because it was an adorable uke bubble butt. "And yes." He placed the butt on the tray then pushed it over to Murata, looking proud.
"In that case, you should lick it." Murata teased, going over to open the oven and grab one of the trays, stuffing it inside along with the other and then setting the timer.
"Well maybe I will..when it's done." Wolfram smiled and took a seat on a nearby stool. "So..what now?"
"Any number of things." Murat answered, washing his hands and the moment he dried them, he moved to stand behind Wolfram, giving him a light massage for the heck of it. "Like decide on a date for our marriage for starters."
Wolfram sighed softly and closed his eyes, enjoying the massage, though he did stiffen a bit at the mention of a date. He..had almost forgotten. Really. "..I...I'm not quite sure. Any ideas?"
"I was hoping soon." Murata went on to massage Wolfram's neck with a frown. "We've been waiting for this wedding for so long... it's only fair that we get to have it, too. Maybe... in the next few days? Weeks? The first available timeslot? your dress is ready, right?"
"My dress has been ready for ages. Everyone just..has been busy with their own things. But..I want to have it soon, too." Wolfram closed his eyes and tilted his head forward. "You have your..robes or whatever, right?"
"Yeah." Murata nodded, kneading Wolfram like dough, lawl. "I'll actually look like a Sage for once, won't that be exciting?" He tone in his voice didn't seem to imply what he was saying, though, of course.
"Mmm, is it the purple ones? I like those. You look good in purple." Or Wolfram was just a horny bastard who was looking for any excuse to do his husband. Yes. It was probably that.
"Well... the seamstresses were making some dark maroon ones that made me look less like a dinosaur and more like a regal sage, but if you REALLY want the bright purple ones..." Murata's stomach churned.
"Dark maroon, hm?" Wolfram smirked a bit and turned, wrapping his arms around Murata's waist and pulling his husband close. "I look forward to seeing that. I think it'll contrast well with your dark hair and eyes." He lifted a hand to poke at a flippy end of Murata's hair, smirking wider when it bounced cutely.
Murata always had the same doofy grin on his face each and every time wolfram flipped his hair like that. He liked having his hair flipped. <3 It made him feel like his troublesome hair had purpose. "Im glad." He said softly. I can't have my husband thinking I'm ugly on our wedding day."
"I would never think that. You look stupid sometimes, yes, but never ugly." Wolfram's smirk turned into a gentle smile and he leaned forward to press a kiss to Murata's cheek, just as he flipped that strand of hair again.
"Well. In THAT case, I can't be looking stupid on my wedding day." Murata let his hands rest on Wolfram's belt loops because he was being lazy and closed his eyes at the kiss, not even bothering to re-open them when Wolfram's lips weren't attached to his cheek anymore.
"Well..I can deal with that. I think you'll look quite dashing." Wolfram's smile widened and he pressed another kiss at the corner of Murata's eye. The hand that had been toying with Murata's hair moved to wind that flippy lock around the end of his finger lightly.
"I don't think it matters much what I wear." Murata's voice was slowly growing softer. "You're going to be the main event, with your dress. I'm sure it's going to be absolutely beautiful and I'll be pushed aside as usual." He smiled slowly, leaning his head into the kiss. "I can't wait to see you."
"Aw, it sounds like you're jealous or something." Wolfram snickered softly. "Would you like to wear a dress, too?" He moved from the edge of Murata's eye to press a kiss to his temple, releasing the lock of hair and giggling softly as it bounced back into place.
"I'll think I'll be alright." Murata gave Wolfram a little tug closer to him, but not enough for it to be effective. "I can't pull off a dress and beautifully as you."
"Well...I suppose we both have different charms." Wolfram stumbled forward a bit more than he needed to, tightening his one arm around Murata's waist to pull the Sage up against him, his lips hovering just over his husband's.
Despite all the sex the two of them had had and all the talking and time spent and knowledge of just how madly the two of them were in love, Wolfram's stumble almost to a kiss caused Murata's face to grow hot and he could feel himself blush all the way down to his toes. It was a good feeling, though... to know that Wolfram still made him to do this... He swallowed hard and pressed in a little too shyly for his own good.
Awww...Murata was so cute T^T Murata's blush induced Wolfram's own, his cheeks reddening a bit as Murata leaned forward ever-so-slightly. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why his heart was racing, and when he lightly pressed his lips against his husband's, it began doing flipflops.
Murata felt a jolt of electricity or something very close to it, shoot down his body starting from his lips. It caused him to grip Wolfram even tighter and it took him a while to gather the courage to even move his lips enough to give his husband another kiss on his bottom lip. It was like falling in love all over again... <3 it was nice.
Wolfram pulled away a moment later, not letting the kiss progress any further, his own lips upturned into a small smile. He moved his hand to the back of Murata's head, tangling his fingers in his hair and just scratching lightly at his scalp.
Murata's head was happy for the attention, but he was far too busy to having his eyes dart back and forth between Wolfram's, as if he couldn't decide which eye he wanted to concentrate on. He leaned in once more, finally, and the moment their noses touched, the timer went off and Murata jumped about three feet into the air, eyes wide.
Wolfram was beyond startled as well, jumping quite a bit and accidently pulling Murata's hair. "Oh shi-..sorry!!" He jumped away and rushed over to the oven, peering inside, if only to escape embarrassment and to hide just how red his cheeks had gotten.
"It's okay--" Murata squeaked and held the back of his chest with one hand and his heart with the other. His heart was beating so fast it might as well fly out of his chest--but it was mostly just from the startled effect of that stupid timer. The timer that ruined his life. D:
In either case, he took a step toward Wolfram anyway, peering over his shoulder and after a good clearing of his throat, his voice was normal agian. "Are they finished?"
Wolfram nodded slightly, still breathing a little heavily from the shock. "I...I think so..." He stepped out of the way to let Murata have a look.
The cookies were slightly brown around the edges which was a good sign that they were finished. He reached for a pot holder and took the trays out, set them on top of the oven to cool, the fragrant smell of sugar cookies filling the kitchen.
He looked at Wolfram who looked both flushed and pale at the same time and suddenly burst into a huge bout of laughter. They were so worked up over a timer! Ha ha!
Wolfram frowned when Murata started laughing, his nose wrinkling slightly. "What?" He demanded, foot tapping impatiently on the floor. He wasn't angry really, just embarrassed that Murata was laughing at him.
"The timer!" Murata sniffed, wiping a tear from the laughter from the corner of his eye. "It ruined my life." He joked, setting the potholder aside and reaching out for Wolfram. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the situation. Come here."
Wolfram eyed Murata skeptically but shuffled over anyway, still looking a bit miffed. "Sure it was the timer. Mhhmm."
"It was, I promise." Murata was serious and the moment Wolfram was within reach, Murata had him pulled into a massive embrace, his shyness slowly dissipating. The back of his head still kind of stung from when Wolfram pulled his hair, but he was ignoring that.
"Well.." Wolfram paused, happy that he could hide his huge smile by pressing his face against Murata's shoulder. "I guess I forgive you then. But only because I love you."
"Good!" Murata rested his head on Wolfram's. "As long as we have that established. Now." He pulled back, holding Wolfram by the shoulders at arm's length. "I want to try a cookie while they're still hot."
"You should let them cool first, you know." Wolfram chided softly. "But...I guess you can have one." He gave Murata a slight nudge over to the cookies, still smiling.
"I'll blow on it!" Murata grinned, taking a spatula and moving the cookies from the hot trays to the cooling rack and when he had finished, he grabbed a random star, blew on it a few times and took a small bite, just for tasting.
Wolfram, rather than grabbing his own cookie, stretched over and opened his mouth a bit, clearly in a gesture for Murata to give him a bite.
Murata's eyes had widened severely and he had apparently been thinking the same idea as Wolfram for no sooner had Wolfram stretched out to request a bite, Murata had spun around and was shoving the cookie at his mouth. "It's wonderul!"
Okay, that was a bit more than Wolfram had wanted, but he opened his mouth wide enough to get it all, biting off more than half of the cookie. He nodded happily, wiping crumbs off the corner of his mouth. "Mmmmhhhmmm!"
Murata made a classic T^T!!!! Face and shook his fist at Wolfram. "How the heck can you make such wonderful cookies? If I made these by myself they wouldn't have tasted half as good."
Wolfram answered after he swallowed. "Dunno. Natural talent?" He smiled a bit, waggling his eyebrows slightly. "My cookies were what attracted you to me in the first place, right?"
"Yeah..." Murata trailed off, reaching for another cookie because he was a glutton and they were really good-especially when they were warm like this. "It definitely sparked something."
"Mmmhhhhm. Like undying love, right?" Wolfram snickered softly and snatched the cookie from Murata after he had taken a bite, taking a bite of it before handing it back.
"Something like that." Murata teased, finishing off the cookie and giving Wolfram a quick, crumbly kiss before he went to turn the stove off and begin cleaning up their baking mess. "Although sometimes I wonder what may have happened if we had never both wanted to bake for Shibuya like that... is it odd that we have him to thank for us being together like this?"
"Kind of..I guess. Since...what happened between me and him.." Wolfram looked down at his feet. He still felt kind of guilty for that afterall...
Murata swallowed hard. He hadn't wanted to remember that... at all. He forced a smile on his face and gave Wolfram a nudge. "Hey, that's all in the past, stop worrying so much about it. What's important is that we're together right now and we're the most important people to each other... right?"
Wolfram eyed Murata for a moment, wondering if that was what he really thought..but he nodded anyway, agreeing. "Yeah..that's more important." And suddenly he wanted to be hugged ;_;
Murata should have been a good, telepathic husband, but he wasn't. Shinou was the practically telepathic one, not Murata. Instead, Murata gave his husband a reassuring smile and started some dishwater to wash the trays and bowls and spoons and such. "As long as you keep what's important close to you..."
"Yeah but..." Wolfram shook his head a little, going over and taking what he wanted from Murata by wrapping his arms around the Sage's waist from behind and pressing his cheek against his shoulder. "Yuuri is still important to me..and I know he is to you too."
"Well of course Shibuya is important to me." Murata said quietly. "But he's of a different importance to me than you are. He's my best friend. I like him." He relaxed in Wolfram's arms and turned off the water, loading the sink. "But I'm not in love with him."
Wolfram immediately took a step back, going on the defensive. "I'm not in love with him! Maybe I was, yes, but I'm definitely not anymore! The only person I'm in love with is you!" But there was something in the way he said it that made uncertainty shine through.
Murata gave a weak smile, not even turning around and still going about his work doing the dishes. "I know." His voice, however, was strong and showed no sign of weakness. That was one of Murata's few skills... except for some reason his eyes had disappeared. Murata could say one thing and mean another, but the only problem was that when he did that, his eyes somehow disappeared.
"Well it sounded to me like you were accusing me!" ..except Murata was totally right in doing so if he had been anyway because, deep down, Wolfram still wanted to hit that Yuuri, if only because he had been denied so in the past.
Murata was a Sage and knew everything.
Well, okay, no he didn't. But he did know that Wolfram still looked at Yuuri's butt. ... and okay, so did Murata. BUT Yuuri had a cute butt... some... times. And if Wolfram wouldn't throw such hissy fits all the time, then Murata might hit it once... but no. He was going to play the perfect husband and wash dishes and pretend he had pure thoughts about doing his husband.
...yeah...Wolfram would freak out the moment Murata and Yuuri did anything without him and accuse Murata of cheating and blah blah blah. But really..it would be nice if they could manage to OT3 it once. Meanwhile, though, Wolfram continued to try and defend himself. "I mean yeah I may have once wanted him like that but I don't anymore!"
"Don't worry, I believe you." Murata said quite cheerfully as he scrubbed bowls and mixing spoons and the like. Keeping his mind on washing the dishes was actually a sort of mind relaxer for him. Besides, it was sweet of Wolfram to try and make Murata feel better about it all, even if they were basically lies. At least Murata knew that Wolfram liked him the most, so that was all that mattered. :D "Help rinse?"
This was true, at least. In the end, Wolfram wanted Murata to touch his peen way more than Yuuri. But maybe one day..they'd get really bored and be able to agree on a threesome :D XDD Satisfied that Murata wasn't angry at him, Wolfram went back over and re-wrapped his arms around his husband's waist, nuzzling against his shoulder lightly.
"Why should I?" He joked, snickering a bit.
Murata flicked a tiny handful of soapy suds at Wolfram and smirked back at him. "Because you helped make the mess, so you help clean up. And if you help, you may regain my favor and I'll reward you later."
NC-17
Murata and Wolfram go to the kitchen to make sugar cookies that look like peens and butts. ... and they fight. And they don't. And they kiss. And they don't. But they're mostly gay.
Murata did the 'SCORE' dance behind Wolfram which looked so completely ridiculous that it was hard to explain and Wolfram better be glad he didn't see it. When Murata was finished looking like an idiot, he went to put on his own clothes, humming a little tune. "You know Wolfram, we haven't baked anything together since... well... our first kiss."
Hey, that was true. Wolfram smiled and nodded, tightening the cravat around his neck. "I remember how angry I was when it happened, too." He laughed softly. Really, they had come so far. It was almost scary.
"Well you stole my glasse." Murata frowned. "You know how bad my eyesight is. Besides.. you were so EASY to tease." He flashed a grin, opening the bathroom door. "All I had to do was give a little nudge and you always exploded. It was so fun."
Wolfram frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, walking out the door before Murata. "I only stole them because you looked better without them. I was doing you a favor." He paused for a moment to re-evaluate the statement. "But..I think I was wrong." Because at the time, he had liked it when Murata looked like Yuuri, and now...now he just wanted Murata to be himself.
Murata let go of the door and shuffled himself behind Wolfram, wrapping his arms around him from behind and waddling with him in a ridiculous manner down the hall. "Did Wolfram, my dearest husband, just admit that he was wrong?" He grinned, still swaying.
Wolfram stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing. Damn it. Murata had noticed D: "I didn't say that I was wrong for sure! I just said that I MAY HAVE been. It's not the same!"
Murata was too busy nuzzling his face into Wolfram's neck and swaying quite happily. "Sure sure sure. Wolfram thinks I look good in glasses. <3"
"You look..I mean..you look OKAY I guess." Wolfram hmphed, pouting slightly and just being a brat. "I like when you take them off, though. Because...because it's like you're really naked." ...and then he giggled gayly.
Murata loosened his grip on Wolfram's waist and stepped back, shaking his head and walking around Wolfram to make it to the kitchen first. "Some people are sexier when they still have an article of clothing on." He stuck his nose in the air, marching like a poodle. "Like when you wore those tight little leather shorts."
Wolfram blushed slightly at the memory as he trotted along behind Murata. Yeah..yeah, he had been sexy, hadn't he? But still.. "It's a shame they cut off my circulation. And that you never wore them. I wanted to see that.." Wolfram didn't seem to be able to grasp the concept that he was physically far more attractive than Murata.
But Murata was attractive in a geeky little schoolboy kind of way and was therefore ten times better than Wolfram. Hah. "If we could find a pair that fit, I'd wear them." Murata said in passing, reaching his hand out and letting it trail along the wall. They were almost to the kitchen and Murata hoped it would be empty. "Until then, you may just have to deal with my glasses."
"But they wouldn't be as sexy if they fit.." Wolfram stated sadly, though he did perk up when he saw that the kitchen was currently empty. Yay :D "Oh wow, lucky!" He cheered gayly when they entered.
Murata was about to comment on something that had to do with tiny leather shorts and them fitting him or not, but the empty kitchen made him forget his mouth words. He sighed in utter happiness and made a beeline for the cabinet. "Let's hope everyone else hasn't used up all the cookie-making ingredients. Heaven knows we make enough of them here."
"I'm sure we haven't. I mean Gunter's in here every afternoon making them from Greta so there's no way.." Wolfram stated plainly as he headed to the nearby closet, reaching in and retrieving two aprons...both of which were pink and frilly. Hey, the maids were women. They liked that kind of stuff. Wolfram, however, started giggling softly as he held up the one intended for Murata. "You're going to wear this for me tonight, right?"
"I'll wear it right now for you if you want." Murata took the apron and held it up to his front, modeling it. "But over my clothes. The real treat is for later." Cheeky grin.
Wolfram laughed softly and nodded, pushing the apron to him. "Well I got it out for you to wear, so yeah, put it on." And Wolfram followed suit, tying his own on securely so as not to spill anything onto his uniform. "But you better keep to that...I'm expecting it now."
"I'm not gonna lie to you, I'm looking forward to it." Murata fastened is own apron and began pulling out the necessary utensils and equipment to bake a disaster. "But knowing you, it may not stay on me for long. You'll find some way to have it taken off."
Wolfram grinned a bit and nodded. "What can I say? I like you naked." Hee :3 With his apron secure, he began helping Murata find ingredients, starting to make the batter in a large mixing bowl.
"Well you are quite affectionate when I am naked." Murata pointed out the obvious with an amused smiled and flicked a bit of sugar at Wolfram before taking the time to find a rolling pin. Once he had, he gave Wolfram's ass a little whack with it and set it on the counter, continuing the cookie preparations as if nothing had happened.
"Hey! Ow!" Wolfram pouted, reaching back to rub his ass like it had honestly hurt or something. "You jerk..." He mumbled, reaching over to pinch Murata's ass then nonchalantly continuing to mix the dough.
"Bigger jerk." Murata retaliated with a good kick in the shin and sticking out his tongue. HA. D:
"Oh that was mature." Wolfram rolled his eyes...and promptly elbowed Murata in the side.
Murata immediately pulled in his tongue. "Not like you're any better." He frowned and gave Wolfram something a little harder than a playful shove.
"Are you kidding? At least I don't take cheap shots!" Wolfram shoved right back, balancing the bowl of dough in one hand and continuing to try and stir.
"Cheap shot? I'll show you a cheap shot!" And Murata wrenched the spoon from Wolfram's hand, flinging a small patch of batter to the ceiling in the process.
"....." Wolfram was silent for a moment, just staring up at the ceiling where the batter clung...and then he started laughing. "What the hell was that?!"
"I was going to fling some at you... but the batter went the wrong direction." Murata said sheepishly, looking up as well and wondering how he'd get the batter down. "Anyway, you started it." Even though... Murata totally did.
"I did not and you know it!" But Wolfram was laughing anyway, just staring up at the glob on the ceiling that refused to come down.
"You did so." Murata looked down at Wolfram now and frowned. "Your ass enticed me. It was begging me to do it. The rolling pin just answered the call. I was doing you a favor."
"Oh? So now my ass sends out signals to you?" Wolfram glanced over his shoulder, looking downward. "Well it's not my fault what it does of its own accord, you know." ...and then he continued to stir the dough, because they were going to make cookies at some point, damn it.
Murata made himself busy by flouring up a part of the table so they could roll out the dough and even took care to pre-heat the oven. When it came time to sort through a massive pile of cookie cutters, he frowned. "Wolfram, what kind of cookie cutters do you want? None of them are shaped like a peen or a butt, so I can't model anything after you."
"...considering that Greta may want some of these, it might be nice to make them normal shapes, like stars or hearts." ..though peens and butts would've been really funny and they could've played with them later XD
"Can I make one peen? Just one?" Murata pleaded. "I can make shoes and gingerbread-looking people and hearts, stars and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, too... but I want just ONE peen." He tried to make his eyes big and gay like Yuuri, but it was not humanly possible and Murata failed a lot.
"Well..." Wolfram paused, considering for a moment. "Alright. But you have to make sure to take it! Don't leave it around for anyone else to find....and make a butt, too." >_>
"Sir yes sir!" Murata saluted with a wide grin and set all the cookie cutters he was going to use aside and put all the rest of them away. "How is the dough going, by the way?" He leaned over Wolfram shoulder annoyingly.
"Oh it's going.." Wolfram removed the spoon from the bowl and dipped his finger into it, getting a glob on his finger and holding it over his shoulder for Murata.
Murata frowned. "It shouldn't be that gloppy. It has to be hard enough to roll and make into cookie cut-outs." And then he pursed his lips to make sure the salmonella poisoning wouldn't come in and kill him.
Wolfram frowned. "Well then, master chef, what do you expect me to do about it since you're obviously amazing at baking?"
"More substance and less liquid." Murata said as if it were COMPLETELY OBVIOUS.
Wolfram frowned and smeared a glob of the mixture onto Murata's nose. "Get me some more flour, then."
Murata promptly scrunched up his nose, but did as he was told, but not without loud grumbling and the words "Facist," "Dictator," "Control Freak," and "Lousy jerk" mixed in there. "Here's your flour." He presented the bag with mild, but completely mocking distaste.
Wolfram hmphed and snatched the bag from Murata, dumping a bit more of the powdery substance into the bowl and mixing until the batter finally achieved the right consistency. He held up a spoonful for Murata to try again. "Now?"
Murata pulled the dough from the spoon, rolled it into a ball, tossed it in the air and caught it in his mouth with doofy grin. "It's perfect. You did good." Pat pat pat.
"Why thank you." Wolfram scoffed and rolled his eyes, pushing the bowl over to Murata. "Aren't you in charge of shape-making?"
"Like it takes much skill to roll dough out." Murata laughed and spread some flour on the counter and flopped some of the dough onto the flour, and began rolling it with a flour-covered rolling pin until it was the right thickness and then took one cookie cutter and handed another to Wolfram. "You have to help stab the dough with me, you know."
"I guess I can manage that.." Wolfram chose a corner of the dough and cut out a perfect star, holding it up to show Murata afterwards, a smile on his face. "Like this? :D"
"Like that. Put it on the tray." Oh ho ho. Murata looked so nonchalant at that. In the mean time, he was just stabbing the dough with his heart cookie-cutter as much as he could and then pulled the excess dough away, leaving the cookies on the counter and using a spatula, transferred the not-finger printed cookies to the tray. HA HA HA.
Wolfram went about making his little stars and placing them on the tray as instructed..and sneaking chunks of dough when he thought Murata wasn't looking >_>
Murata had four eyes, of course he could see it. But that was okay. He was sneaking dough, too. They could die together. :D
Wolfram, however, smacked Murata's hand lightly when he saw him stealing dough. "Don't do that. You'll get fat." And he wouldn't, because he was Wolfram.
"I'm so thin you can see my ribs!" Murata protested and lifted his shirt. He had sucked his stomach in as far as it would go to give him the starved homeless person look.
Wolfram rolled his eyes and promptly began to tickle the Sage, forcing him to exhale and show his true form. "Ha! Ribs my ass! All I see are lovehandles." Of course he was kidding, but he pinched a bit of skin anyway to be a jerk about it.
"At least you'll have something to grab." Murata pouted and tried to catch his breath after the sudden tickle attack and vowed to keep his shirt on for the duration of the baking session.
"Mmmhhhm. In that case, I feel sorry for you. Having to paw at my rock-hard abs." Wolfram hmphed, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he went back to cutting the rest of the dough.
"Way to be subtle." Murata murmured under his breath. But it was okay, because it was true. And Murata liked Wolfrma's rock hard abs. <3 He gathered the scraps of dough and rolled them into another ball, and rolling them out onto the counter to make more. "We still have to make a butt and a peen, you know."
"Yes, I know. You're in charge of those, though. And it'll be your fault if they turn out lopsided." Wolfram snickered softly, pushing the bit of excess dough over to Murata.
Murata... obviously... didn't have a cutter for those, so he had to deal with just taking a knife and hoping he had some artistic ability. Wait a minute. "Why don't you do it? You're the artist here. Knowing you, you'd give the peen a vein."
"Because. You volunteered." Not to mention Wolfram didn't want to take responsibility if they turned out retarded. No, he'd much rather blame and make fun of Murata for it.
"Fine." Murata set back to work, carving out a very shrewd and not-so-detailed peen, pulling the extra dough away and moving the cookiedoughpeen onto a tray. "I hope that's good enough for you." It wasn't REALLY Lopsided... and it didn't really have a head... but that was okay. Right?
Wolfram lifted an eyebrow, eyeing the creation critically. "It would be if penises really were just smooth rods with no detail, I suppose."
"Pretend it's one of your precious glass dildos." Murata's voice was littered with something a little short of malice.
"Well, they are better than you, I suppose." Hey, Murata was being a jerk! Wolfram could be a jerk right back!
Murata's face immediately fell. Well... /he/ didn't insult Wolfram's manhood. T___T That was completely and entirely uncalled for. In rage and very much like a woman, Murata set the knife down and exhaled. "You can make your own butt. The oven is preheated. Bake them for 20 minutes to a half an hour." And he started to leave. He could be a girl about this, really.
As if Wolfram was going to let Murata just leave. Okay, maybe he HAD gone a little far. But Murata had been being mean to him and..and he deserved it! He grabbed Murata's wrist before he could get far, though, and, looking down at his feet sheepishly, he mumbled an apology. "...sorry..I..I didn't mean that."
Murata was still being a girl and sighed loudly. "You know... you're still making the butt." He was trying hard not to grin, now.
"Yeah yeah, sure, whatever. You just have to stay." Wolfram hmphed, still holding on tightly to Murata's wrist. He would give chase if the Sage tried to run D:
Murata let his wrist go slack, meaning that he would stay and not be so much like a girl anymore. He did, however, lean in and stuck out his cheek. "Do I get a kiss?" :D
"Hmm...maybe. But just a small one! I don't want to spoil you." Wolfram smiled a bit and leaned forward to press a peck to Murata's cheek before he turned back to the dough, rolling two balls and flattening them, sticking them together to form a very round, very pert butt.
Murata's whole body made a weird shiver and he shook it out, looking over Wolfram's shoulder at the butt. "Aw.." He commented, making a face. "It's a butt." |3 "Ready for baking?"
"Yeah, it's your butt." Wolfram smiled. He really had flattered Murata in that regard, because it was an adorable uke bubble butt. "And yes." He placed the butt on the tray then pushed it over to Murata, looking proud.
"In that case, you should lick it." Murata teased, going over to open the oven and grab one of the trays, stuffing it inside along with the other and then setting the timer.
"Well maybe I will..when it's done." Wolfram smiled and took a seat on a nearby stool. "So..what now?"
"Any number of things." Murat answered, washing his hands and the moment he dried them, he moved to stand behind Wolfram, giving him a light massage for the heck of it. "Like decide on a date for our marriage for starters."
Wolfram sighed softly and closed his eyes, enjoying the massage, though he did stiffen a bit at the mention of a date. He..had almost forgotten. Really. "..I...I'm not quite sure. Any ideas?"
"I was hoping soon." Murata went on to massage Wolfram's neck with a frown. "We've been waiting for this wedding for so long... it's only fair that we get to have it, too. Maybe... in the next few days? Weeks? The first available timeslot? your dress is ready, right?"
"My dress has been ready for ages. Everyone just..has been busy with their own things. But..I want to have it soon, too." Wolfram closed his eyes and tilted his head forward. "You have your..robes or whatever, right?"
"Yeah." Murata nodded, kneading Wolfram like dough, lawl. "I'll actually look like a Sage for once, won't that be exciting?" He tone in his voice didn't seem to imply what he was saying, though, of course.
"Mmm, is it the purple ones? I like those. You look good in purple." Or Wolfram was just a horny bastard who was looking for any excuse to do his husband. Yes. It was probably that.
"Well... the seamstresses were making some dark maroon ones that made me look less like a dinosaur and more like a regal sage, but if you REALLY want the bright purple ones..." Murata's stomach churned.
"Dark maroon, hm?" Wolfram smirked a bit and turned, wrapping his arms around Murata's waist and pulling his husband close. "I look forward to seeing that. I think it'll contrast well with your dark hair and eyes." He lifted a hand to poke at a flippy end of Murata's hair, smirking wider when it bounced cutely.
Murata always had the same doofy grin on his face each and every time wolfram flipped his hair like that. He liked having his hair flipped. <3 It made him feel like his troublesome hair had purpose. "Im glad." He said softly. I can't have my husband thinking I'm ugly on our wedding day."
"I would never think that. You look stupid sometimes, yes, but never ugly." Wolfram's smirk turned into a gentle smile and he leaned forward to press a kiss to Murata's cheek, just as he flipped that strand of hair again.
"Well. In THAT case, I can't be looking stupid on my wedding day." Murata let his hands rest on Wolfram's belt loops because he was being lazy and closed his eyes at the kiss, not even bothering to re-open them when Wolfram's lips weren't attached to his cheek anymore.
"Well..I can deal with that. I think you'll look quite dashing." Wolfram's smile widened and he pressed another kiss at the corner of Murata's eye. The hand that had been toying with Murata's hair moved to wind that flippy lock around the end of his finger lightly.
"I don't think it matters much what I wear." Murata's voice was slowly growing softer. "You're going to be the main event, with your dress. I'm sure it's going to be absolutely beautiful and I'll be pushed aside as usual." He smiled slowly, leaning his head into the kiss. "I can't wait to see you."
"Aw, it sounds like you're jealous or something." Wolfram snickered softly. "Would you like to wear a dress, too?" He moved from the edge of Murata's eye to press a kiss to his temple, releasing the lock of hair and giggling softly as it bounced back into place.
"I'll think I'll be alright." Murata gave Wolfram a little tug closer to him, but not enough for it to be effective. "I can't pull off a dress and beautifully as you."
"Well...I suppose we both have different charms." Wolfram stumbled forward a bit more than he needed to, tightening his one arm around Murata's waist to pull the Sage up against him, his lips hovering just over his husband's.
Despite all the sex the two of them had had and all the talking and time spent and knowledge of just how madly the two of them were in love, Wolfram's stumble almost to a kiss caused Murata's face to grow hot and he could feel himself blush all the way down to his toes. It was a good feeling, though... to know that Wolfram still made him to do this... He swallowed hard and pressed in a little too shyly for his own good.
Awww...Murata was so cute T^T Murata's blush induced Wolfram's own, his cheeks reddening a bit as Murata leaned forward ever-so-slightly. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why his heart was racing, and when he lightly pressed his lips against his husband's, it began doing flipflops.
Murata felt a jolt of electricity or something very close to it, shoot down his body starting from his lips. It caused him to grip Wolfram even tighter and it took him a while to gather the courage to even move his lips enough to give his husband another kiss on his bottom lip. It was like falling in love all over again... <3 it was nice.
Wolfram pulled away a moment later, not letting the kiss progress any further, his own lips upturned into a small smile. He moved his hand to the back of Murata's head, tangling his fingers in his hair and just scratching lightly at his scalp.
Murata's head was happy for the attention, but he was far too busy to having his eyes dart back and forth between Wolfram's, as if he couldn't decide which eye he wanted to concentrate on. He leaned in once more, finally, and the moment their noses touched, the timer went off and Murata jumped about three feet into the air, eyes wide.
Wolfram was beyond startled as well, jumping quite a bit and accidently pulling Murata's hair. "Oh shi-..sorry!!" He jumped away and rushed over to the oven, peering inside, if only to escape embarrassment and to hide just how red his cheeks had gotten.
"It's okay--" Murata squeaked and held the back of his chest with one hand and his heart with the other. His heart was beating so fast it might as well fly out of his chest--but it was mostly just from the startled effect of that stupid timer. The timer that ruined his life. D:
In either case, he took a step toward Wolfram anyway, peering over his shoulder and after a good clearing of his throat, his voice was normal agian. "Are they finished?"
Wolfram nodded slightly, still breathing a little heavily from the shock. "I...I think so..." He stepped out of the way to let Murata have a look.
The cookies were slightly brown around the edges which was a good sign that they were finished. He reached for a pot holder and took the trays out, set them on top of the oven to cool, the fragrant smell of sugar cookies filling the kitchen.
He looked at Wolfram who looked both flushed and pale at the same time and suddenly burst into a huge bout of laughter. They were so worked up over a timer! Ha ha!
Wolfram frowned when Murata started laughing, his nose wrinkling slightly. "What?" He demanded, foot tapping impatiently on the floor. He wasn't angry really, just embarrassed that Murata was laughing at him.
"The timer!" Murata sniffed, wiping a tear from the laughter from the corner of his eye. "It ruined my life." He joked, setting the potholder aside and reaching out for Wolfram. "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at the situation. Come here."
Wolfram eyed Murata skeptically but shuffled over anyway, still looking a bit miffed. "Sure it was the timer. Mhhmm."
"It was, I promise." Murata was serious and the moment Wolfram was within reach, Murata had him pulled into a massive embrace, his shyness slowly dissipating. The back of his head still kind of stung from when Wolfram pulled his hair, but he was ignoring that.
"Well.." Wolfram paused, happy that he could hide his huge smile by pressing his face against Murata's shoulder. "I guess I forgive you then. But only because I love you."
"Good!" Murata rested his head on Wolfram's. "As long as we have that established. Now." He pulled back, holding Wolfram by the shoulders at arm's length. "I want to try a cookie while they're still hot."
"You should let them cool first, you know." Wolfram chided softly. "But...I guess you can have one." He gave Murata a slight nudge over to the cookies, still smiling.
"I'll blow on it!" Murata grinned, taking a spatula and moving the cookies from the hot trays to the cooling rack and when he had finished, he grabbed a random star, blew on it a few times and took a small bite, just for tasting.
Wolfram, rather than grabbing his own cookie, stretched over and opened his mouth a bit, clearly in a gesture for Murata to give him a bite.
Murata's eyes had widened severely and he had apparently been thinking the same idea as Wolfram for no sooner had Wolfram stretched out to request a bite, Murata had spun around and was shoving the cookie at his mouth. "It's wonderul!"
Okay, that was a bit more than Wolfram had wanted, but he opened his mouth wide enough to get it all, biting off more than half of the cookie. He nodded happily, wiping crumbs off the corner of his mouth. "Mmmmhhhmmm!"
Murata made a classic T^T!!!! Face and shook his fist at Wolfram. "How the heck can you make such wonderful cookies? If I made these by myself they wouldn't have tasted half as good."
Wolfram answered after he swallowed. "Dunno. Natural talent?" He smiled a bit, waggling his eyebrows slightly. "My cookies were what attracted you to me in the first place, right?"
"Yeah..." Murata trailed off, reaching for another cookie because he was a glutton and they were really good-especially when they were warm like this. "It definitely sparked something."
"Mmmhhhhm. Like undying love, right?" Wolfram snickered softly and snatched the cookie from Murata after he had taken a bite, taking a bite of it before handing it back.
"Something like that." Murata teased, finishing off the cookie and giving Wolfram a quick, crumbly kiss before he went to turn the stove off and begin cleaning up their baking mess. "Although sometimes I wonder what may have happened if we had never both wanted to bake for Shibuya like that... is it odd that we have him to thank for us being together like this?"
"Kind of..I guess. Since...what happened between me and him.." Wolfram looked down at his feet. He still felt kind of guilty for that afterall...
Murata swallowed hard. He hadn't wanted to remember that... at all. He forced a smile on his face and gave Wolfram a nudge. "Hey, that's all in the past, stop worrying so much about it. What's important is that we're together right now and we're the most important people to each other... right?"
Wolfram eyed Murata for a moment, wondering if that was what he really thought..but he nodded anyway, agreeing. "Yeah..that's more important." And suddenly he wanted to be hugged ;_;
Murata should have been a good, telepathic husband, but he wasn't. Shinou was the practically telepathic one, not Murata. Instead, Murata gave his husband a reassuring smile and started some dishwater to wash the trays and bowls and spoons and such. "As long as you keep what's important close to you..."
"Yeah but..." Wolfram shook his head a little, going over and taking what he wanted from Murata by wrapping his arms around the Sage's waist from behind and pressing his cheek against his shoulder. "Yuuri is still important to me..and I know he is to you too."
"Well of course Shibuya is important to me." Murata said quietly. "But he's of a different importance to me than you are. He's my best friend. I like him." He relaxed in Wolfram's arms and turned off the water, loading the sink. "But I'm not in love with him."
Wolfram immediately took a step back, going on the defensive. "I'm not in love with him! Maybe I was, yes, but I'm definitely not anymore! The only person I'm in love with is you!" But there was something in the way he said it that made uncertainty shine through.
Murata gave a weak smile, not even turning around and still going about his work doing the dishes. "I know." His voice, however, was strong and showed no sign of weakness. That was one of Murata's few skills... except for some reason his eyes had disappeared. Murata could say one thing and mean another, but the only problem was that when he did that, his eyes somehow disappeared.
"Well it sounded to me like you were accusing me!" ..except Murata was totally right in doing so if he had been anyway because, deep down, Wolfram still wanted to hit that Yuuri, if only because he had been denied so in the past.
Murata was a Sage and knew everything.
Well, okay, no he didn't. But he did know that Wolfram still looked at Yuuri's butt. ... and okay, so did Murata. BUT Yuuri had a cute butt... some... times. And if Wolfram wouldn't throw such hissy fits all the time, then Murata might hit it once... but no. He was going to play the perfect husband and wash dishes and pretend he had pure thoughts about doing his husband.
...yeah...Wolfram would freak out the moment Murata and Yuuri did anything without him and accuse Murata of cheating and blah blah blah. But really..it would be nice if they could manage to OT3 it once. Meanwhile, though, Wolfram continued to try and defend himself. "I mean yeah I may have once wanted him like that but I don't anymore!"
"Don't worry, I believe you." Murata said quite cheerfully as he scrubbed bowls and mixing spoons and the like. Keeping his mind on washing the dishes was actually a sort of mind relaxer for him. Besides, it was sweet of Wolfram to try and make Murata feel better about it all, even if they were basically lies. At least Murata knew that Wolfram liked him the most, so that was all that mattered. :D "Help rinse?"
This was true, at least. In the end, Wolfram wanted Murata to touch his peen way more than Yuuri. But maybe one day..they'd get really bored and be able to agree on a threesome :D XDD Satisfied that Murata wasn't angry at him, Wolfram went back over and re-wrapped his arms around his husband's waist, nuzzling against his shoulder lightly.
"Why should I?" He joked, snickering a bit.
Murata flicked a tiny handful of soapy suds at Wolfram and smirked back at him. "Because you helped make the mess, so you help clean up. And if you help, you may regain my favor and I'll reward you later."