Title: Clandestine
Author: lavariel
Pairing: Murata/Wolf, one-sided Yuuri/Wolf (for now)
Summary: Sometimes, pride and prejudice gets in the way of love.
"You know, we could be together…" a hollow voice echoed in the dimly-lit room. Short dark locks pooled around a pale blue pillow and silken sheets moist with sweat, tears and something else were the first sight illuminated by the sunrise on oaken windows.
The figure lying on the bed, stared at the ceiling as he felt an immeasurable cloud in his chest—somehow, it felt like love and lust and deception, mixed into one incorrigible and indescribable emotion. The feeling was so overwhelming, he could feel his chest constricting at the increased pacing of his heart—the heart that he had first thought had belonged to blue eyes and blond hair but had been captured by another.
This was wrong. But then, it felt too good to be right.
Last night had been phenomenal as he had caressed tangled golden locks and held on to pale, bony hips and came inside a body that supposedly belonged to the Maou. The Great Sage was supposed to be helping Shibuya become a good king and ruler to his people and not sleeping with the pale beauty that was his fiancée.
It wasn't right but then when the one you wanted had so willingly come unto your arms, tearful and in need of companionship… Murata Ken just couldn't shun away the blond like his prejudiced betrothed would have done. Obviously, the prince knew about his sordid attraction and knew that his resistance would be rather futile.
For one night, the sage was allowed to tread and explore an unknown realm of flesh and sin. For one night, he would be able to make his fantasies come to life without the consequences. And for one night… he would be able to make Wolfram feel what it was like to be loved unconditionally and intimately.
And so the dark-haired boy entered in as gently as he could, wanting to show the other what the king would never be able to give him and went out as gently as he came in, taking in those emotional emerald orbs that were in the zenith of pleasure and guilt as if lust and pain were on the very same plain of love.
"You're too proud to admit that you could be happy with me," Murata Ken continued, rising up from the bed, black locks slightly blocking his dark gaze at the lone figure who stood at the edge of the bed, fully dressed. As the blond shifted from where he was standing, the sage trailed, "It's been four years, Wolfram. Shibuya's too prejudiced to mind."
Emerald met black for a split second before the eye contact was broken. The prince had walked up to the door but stopped midway before turning the knob and replied without turning to face the sage, "And you're too proud to admit maybe I can only be happy with Yuuri." A pause. " And you know that's the truth."
A pale hand turned the knob quietly and stepped outside before green eyes peeked again and smiled, "Tonight, Sage… you'll know."
And Wolfram left it at that—hanging and unpredictable just as his flames had always been.
And somehow, Murata Ken just didn't want it any other way. Tonight, everything comes to a close.
And he does the one thing he's done best over a thousand years, over and over---
wait.
A/N: It was an idea that just couldn't leave me alone. Your reviews and comments would let me know if this is good enough to be a one-shot or a multi-chaptered fanfic. Thank you for reading!