Author: M snowym
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Yuuri x Wolfram
Warnings: gender issues
Word Count: 481
Note: innocentwater commented on my last fic about Wolfram's gender issues, and I had to write something more on it ^^;.
“Oh god... Can I do this?” the boy whispered, pressing his cheek against the outer door of the Maou’s bedroom in contemplation.
Wolfram stood outside of Yuuri’s chambers, wondering whether he should really enter like this or not. The cold stone of the castle’s floor chilled his feet, soon turning his appendages numb from the amount of time he took to make his decision. He wiggled his toes for a moment, trying to regain a bit of feeling, before silently pushing to door open.
He could do this. Of course he could. Probably.
Wolfram could never forget the moment Yuuri realized whom he was affianced to.
But... he’s a boy!
Wolfram von Bielefeld would not... no, could not take such shame. To be nearly rejected promptly after being engaged was totally, completely embarrassing. He, whom had been slapped, should have been the appalled one. There had been no courting, no interest shown whatsoever beforehand, and then suddenly he was betrothed?
The worst of it all, was that the reason Yuuri seemed to be so stricken about this whole situation was because Wolfram was a boy. A boy! Of course he was a boy. He may be pretty, but surely there were no misconceptions about Wolfram’s gender from the start. If there had, that made it all the more aggravating. His one unspoken fear was that the other was just toying with his feelings until something better, something female came along.
That was unacceptable.
So Wolfram padded lightly across the room’s cold floor, pulled back the blanket that encompassed the cold form, and crawled into the warmth of the bed. Because he could do this. He could win Yuuri’s heart, and after shedding all his pride before the other, he might be able to gain a bit of it back.
When Wolfram woke up the next morning, he knew he had made the right choice.
As the first morning light streamed in through the window, he found he was pulled snugly against the Maou’s chest in the center of the large bed. He closed his eyes, relishing the moment. Just allowing himself to breathe, air gently ghosted over the fine hairs of Yuuri’s nape, which was accompanied by the pressure of a hand splayed over his hip. The pink nightgown which was stretched over his body rustled as Yuuri’s hand twitched every now and then in slumber. Wearing a dress and entering his fiancé’s room at night had seemed an awful thing to do at first, but now Wolfram was coming to terms with what he would have to do.
He could and would do this. He would be Yuuri’s woman until Yuuri could accept the fact he had a man. This was a terrible and awful thing, and even so, Wolfram refused to give up.
Wolfram loved Yuuri, and possibly someday, Yuuri would love Wolfram in return.