AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first Kyou Kara Maou fic, written and edited in a record time of fifteen minutes, from 11:54pm to 12:09am. Hahahaha. Warnings for lemon action, and probably slight OOC-ness. Yuuri x Wolfram.

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Soundproofing

By Kumagoro Meowzaki

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There was only one thing, and one thing only that would halt all castle activity. For a brief but tense minute, the castle would be in a complete, utter, total standstill and there would be no sound, no movement, no breath, no other thought, no anything except in one room and one room only.

"Ah! Ah! Aaaaaahhhh! Yuuri!" cried Wolfram as Yuuri rammed into him from behind, fingers digging deep into the skin of Wolfram's hips, each thrust charged and deep and powerful and Wolfram forgot the volume of his voice but he couldn't care less because—

"Ungh! Wolfram! Ah!" Yuuri's grunts, gradually increasing in pitch and volume as well, blended perfectly with Wolfram's screams like a very erotic choir song and he never thought he could be more aroused than he was right now—

"Yuuri! Harder! Ah! AH!" Wolfram, bones melting with pleasure, grabbed hold of the bedpost Yuuri was thrusting him into and he pushed back in an angle that was almost vertical, all the way down Yuuri and the Maou just lost control at the delicious feeling of those muscles sheathing him again and again and AGAIN—

"Ah! Yes! Wolfram!" The heavy bed was not only creaking, but was bouncing to their hard, wild, totally unrestrained fucking and the sound of the wood hitting the tiled floor echoed in Yuuri's ear and went right between his legs—

"AH! AH! YUURIIIIIII!!"

"WOLFRAM!"

After that climactic finish, the tense pan-castle silence would erupt into mini-chaos: soldiers cramming themselves into any private space they could find so that they could get "release" before their supervisors caught them out of their posts, fanmaids giggling and scribbling away as covertly as possible, castle staff feigning disinterest and resuming their work, et cetera, et cetera.

In a room quite far from the previously mentioned, four people were calmly drinking tea. Well, three, since Günter was weeping over his lost love.

"One wouldn't think that the Maou was initially against this arrangement," Anissina said serenely, setting down her cup.

Konrad, ever the picture of tranquillity, nodded and said nothing, but his smile was approving.

Gwendal, being Gwendal, frowned as he took a sip of his tea. "We should soundproof their room," he said, the furrows on his brows deepening further. "Three times this morning...really, they're being irresponsible."

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