Stage 3: Passion (Kyou Kara Maou: Wolfram/Yuuri)
Title: Unsheathing the Sword
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Author: Elsie
Theme: #3 Passion
Format: 250 to 500 word ficlet (although I went a little bit over! I'm sorry!)
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes (if applicable): This may end up Alternate Universe by the time I reach Commitment.
Stage 1: Attraction
Stage 2: Romance
Yuuri gripped Morgif's hilt and swung a few times. "I don't know, Morgif, maybe if I used you as a baseball bat you wouldn't be so useless." The sword groaned at him while Wolfram stood nearby scowling at him. "And I don't know why you have to be so grumpy about this," Yuuri pointed out. "You're the one who wanted to train me."
"Weller was supposed to be the one training you," Wolfram retorted. "But someone has to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't-"
"I know, I know," Yuuri said, his voice rivaling Morgif's grunts for pity. "You don't want me to flirt with anyone."
Wolfram's sword was out of its sheath in a flash. "So you admit it." He brought his blade up between them. "Who is it this time, you unfaithful wimp?"
"Hey, hey, I didn't say that. I just know how you-" he jumped back as Wolfram's blade moved in an arc across his middle, the tip catching the fabric and pulling a thread so that the jacket bunched up on one side. "Aw, now I'm going to have to listen to a lecture on taking better care of my school clothes."
"And you should take better care of where your eyes are," Wolfram shouted. "Fight me, you wimp!"
"Don't call me a wimp!" Yuuri brought up Morgif to clash against Wolfram's sword. He saw the smirk on Wolfram's lips and swung the blade around again. "I'm tired of hearing you say that!"
"Then stop being one." Wolfram deflected with his sword and stepped back. "You're never going to improve if you don't fight me like you mean it."
Yuuri growled as he swung his sword overhead and charged at Wolfram. He knew he was outmatched but sometimes Wolfram made him angry. It wasn't his fault he'd reacted to Wolfram's insults about his mother the way he had and ended up engaged to a guy and he sure wouldn't mind if Wolfram would stop reminding him of their relationship every chance he got.
The sword was getting heavier but at least he could enjoy watching Wolfram take a few steps back. He wished he could say it was the force of Morgif's blade against Wolfram's sword that brought him low, but it was a rock half buried in the dirt.
He didn't care. "Good job, Morgif," he said. A chuckle came from his sword as Yuuri pointed it at Wolfram. "That's enough practice for me today." His eyes widened as he felt the side of Wolfram's blade press against the inside of his leg.
"One last lesson," Wolfram said between gritted teeth. "Down doesn't always mean out. I'd think you of all people would know that." He got to his feet and sheathed his sword. "And don't think you'll get out of it tomorrow. Gunter's already agreed to let you out early."
Yuuri was never so glad to see Wolfram leave. The blade hadn't cut him but he wished it had. It had felt hot against his leg, as if Wolfram had summoned the elements living in fire to settle against Yuuri's skin. Yuuri shuddered. "I think I need a bath."
He ignored Morgif's amused laughter and puckered lips. With any luck the lecherous sword would be the only witness to the sudden appearance of the tell-tale bulge in his pants.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram/Yuuri
Author: Elsie
Theme: #3 Passion
Format: 250 to 500 word ficlet (although I went a little bit over! I'm sorry!)
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes (if applicable): This may end up Alternate Universe by the time I reach Commitment.
Stage 1: Attraction
Stage 2: Romance
Yuuri gripped Morgif's hilt and swung a few times. "I don't know, Morgif, maybe if I used you as a baseball bat you wouldn't be so useless." The sword groaned at him while Wolfram stood nearby scowling at him. "And I don't know why you have to be so grumpy about this," Yuuri pointed out. "You're the one who wanted to train me."
"Weller was supposed to be the one training you," Wolfram retorted. "But someone has to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't-"
"I know, I know," Yuuri said, his voice rivaling Morgif's grunts for pity. "You don't want me to flirt with anyone."
Wolfram's sword was out of its sheath in a flash. "So you admit it." He brought his blade up between them. "Who is it this time, you unfaithful wimp?"
"Hey, hey, I didn't say that. I just know how you-" he jumped back as Wolfram's blade moved in an arc across his middle, the tip catching the fabric and pulling a thread so that the jacket bunched up on one side. "Aw, now I'm going to have to listen to a lecture on taking better care of my school clothes."
"And you should take better care of where your eyes are," Wolfram shouted. "Fight me, you wimp!"
"Don't call me a wimp!" Yuuri brought up Morgif to clash against Wolfram's sword. He saw the smirk on Wolfram's lips and swung the blade around again. "I'm tired of hearing you say that!"
"Then stop being one." Wolfram deflected with his sword and stepped back. "You're never going to improve if you don't fight me like you mean it."
Yuuri growled as he swung his sword overhead and charged at Wolfram. He knew he was outmatched but sometimes Wolfram made him angry. It wasn't his fault he'd reacted to Wolfram's insults about his mother the way he had and ended up engaged to a guy and he sure wouldn't mind if Wolfram would stop reminding him of their relationship every chance he got.
The sword was getting heavier but at least he could enjoy watching Wolfram take a few steps back. He wished he could say it was the force of Morgif's blade against Wolfram's sword that brought him low, but it was a rock half buried in the dirt.
He didn't care. "Good job, Morgif," he said. A chuckle came from his sword as Yuuri pointed it at Wolfram. "That's enough practice for me today." His eyes widened as he felt the side of Wolfram's blade press against the inside of his leg.
"One last lesson," Wolfram said between gritted teeth. "Down doesn't always mean out. I'd think you of all people would know that." He got to his feet and sheathed his sword. "And don't think you'll get out of it tomorrow. Gunter's already agreed to let you out early."
Yuuri was never so glad to see Wolfram leave. The blade hadn't cut him but he wished it had. It had felt hot against his leg, as if Wolfram had summoned the elements living in fire to settle against Yuuri's skin. Yuuri shuddered. "I think I need a bath."
He ignored Morgif's amused laughter and puckered lips. With any luck the lecherous sword would be the only witness to the sudden appearance of the tell-tale bulge in his pants.