Down a Garden Path

**** I'm SO sorry that this has taken so long. I've had a death in the family and some other personal crap, but that's no excuse. If there's anyone still out there waiting for this, I hope that this makes it worth your while.



Oh..what was suppose to be the 3rd of 3 chapters became the 3rd of what will be 4 chapters. But I swear, it won't take me MONTHS to get that last one done!***







@@@@@ Chapter 3 @@@@





“Make me. You Wimp!”



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Yuri’s mouth dropped open. He just couldn’t believe it. Here he was feeling all concerned and offering Wolfram some loving encouragement, and what does the blond go and do? Act like a jerk. A taunting brat. That was it, Yuri decided. If Wolfram wanted to push his buttons, well, Yuri would just push right back.



Tipping his head, and glaring at Wolfram from under lowered brows, Yuri growled, “You shouldn’t have done that, Wolfram.”



Yuri reached out and caught hold of the leather baldric that supported Wolfram’s sword. Working quickly, he undid the catch, letting the sword’s weight pull the strap, hissing as it slid, up and over the blond’s shoulder. The sword and its strapping fell to the ground at their feet.



“I know a way to shut you up,” Yuri continued, shifting his hands down and roughly opening the buckle of Wolfram’s belt, quickly pulling it free with one hand and tossing it aside.



Wolfram let his body surge forward at the pull on his belt. In truth, he was surprised at Yuri’s response. He’d expected one more of the usual endless stream of Yuri’s demands to stop calling him a wimp. But this...? This answer to his teasing was startling. And exciting. Just how far would Yuri go? And how would he go after what he wanted? Wolfram had no intention of resisting his lover, but it would be so much more if Yuri had to work at it a little. Do the wimp a world of good and the results promised to be most...satisfying. For them both.



Raising up his hands, Wolfram caught Yuri’s forearms, stopping their reach toward Wolfram’s chest.



“And just what do you think you’re doing, Yuri?”



“I’m shutting your mouth, you arrogant brat.” Yuri pushed forward, pinning Wolfram against the column at his back once again. He tried reaching for the seam closing the blue uniform jacket the blond wore, but was held back by the strength in Wolfram’s grip. Oh no, Wolf had brought this upon himself and damned if Yuri was going to be so easily deflected. He leaned forward, once again catching Wolfram’s mouth with a determined, angry kiss. The jolt that surged through the trapped body so close to his own fueled Yuri’s own desire, giving him that extra strength that let him push Wolfram’s arms back into his own chest. Now Yuri could reach the seam. He slipped his fingers under the slight overlap and in a violent motion ripped open the jacket, shoving it half way down Wolfram’s arms, trapping them in the fabric.



“Ahhhh...” Drawing back slightly, Yuri watched as Wolfram blinked open his eyes. He stayed pressed hard against the blond’s body, ridding the speeding rise and fall of Wolfram’s chest, seeing the flush tint the fair skin, and feeling the proof that no matter what he might say, Wolfram’s body was definitely responding to Yuri’s attentions.



Tilting his head to the side, Wolfram gazed at his dark-haired lover. He spared a glance down at his trapped arms, then met those heated dark eyes again.



“Nice start.” he smirked. “But is this where it stops?” He deliberately sighed, stirring the locks of the young man pressed so close up against him. “I was hoping for more. But I really should remember, you are after all, a wimp.”



“Arrg!” Something in Yuri snapped. Grabbing Wolfram’s trapped arms, he hooked the blond’s legs, and twisted hard to the side, throwing the pair of them off balance and sending them both to the ground, Yuri landing firmly on top of Wolfram.



“Damn you, Wolfram von Bielefeld! You’re driving me crazy with this wimp stuff. I’m going to get you to stop that, if it’s the last thing I do!”



Drawing up his legs, placing his knees up near Wolfram’s waist, Yuri leaned forward with his elbows on the ground, his hands buried in the blond hair, holding Wolfram’s head still for a hot kiss after hot kiss.



“You...” Kiss. “Arrogant...” Kiss. “Stubborn...” Kiss. “BRAT!”



Yuri possessed Wolfram’s mouth, sliding his tongue into the moist heat, grinding their lips together so hard that their teeth struck



“Sometimes I think you enjoy seeing how far you can push me,” Yuri complained against Wolfram’s lips, then pushed himself up to sit on his fiancé. He reached for the gold buttons on his black coat, working to get it open as fast as he could, and popping off a button in his haste. Tossing the coat to one side, Yuri reached for the fold of his shirt, where it tucked into his black pants, and grabbing handfuls of it, he yanked it up and over his head, throwing it in the same direction he tossed the coat.



Now nude from the waist up, he looked down to see Wolfram’s gaze traveling slowly up his exposed flesh, an appreciative smile on his face and a growing light in his eyes.



“Like what you see, Wolf?” Yuri asked, as he slid his hands up his chest, over his firm, lightly tanned skin. The sudden expansion of Wolfram’s eyes and his quick intake of breath told Yuri all he needed to know. “I see you do,” Yuri smiled and watched Wolfram’s green gaze following the motions of his hands as he slid his hands down, across his chest, flicking his nipples in passing. Further down, to the waist band of his pants and the emerald gaze never left his hands and their actions. Wolfram’s lips parted to take in quickening breaths of air as Yuri watched. He could see Wolfram’s focus intensify as Yuri slowly undid the button at the waist band of his pants, parting the fabric there. Slowly he undid the next button and the next, folding the material back, exposing the top of the black underwear that he wore.



The bulge of his trapped erection pushed the black undergarment out away from his body and gave a glimpse of the dark hair there. Keeping his eyes on Wolfram who seemed mesmerized by Yuri’s actions, Yuri undid the last button and raising up from his seat on Wolfram’s body, pushed his black trousers down till they pooled at the tops of his thighs and made a display for his underwear and the erection they barely contained.



Settling back down on Wolfram’s body, Yuri was all too aware that Wolfram’s blue uniform pants were straining to contain the blond’s own swelling. Choosing to do a little taunting of his own, Yuri let his hands slide across his hips and down his thighs, till they could slip up over Wolfram’s hipbones. Encouraged by the way that Wolfram bit his lower lip, while briefly closing his eyes, Yuri took the opportunity to slowly, one after the other, open the buttons on the blue trousers. Wolfram’s sigh of relief made Yuri quietly laugh to himself. But he quickly turned that sigh into a gasp, as he slipped one hand between the folds of blue fabric and rubbed the heel of his hand quickly up the hot hardness he found there.



Beneath him, Wolfram arched his body upward. His head and shoulders worked with the heels he dug into the soft grass, as he pressed himself up, trying to get more of the touches Yuri was giving him. Yuri’s warm weight on his body was a delicious pressure and the stroke of Yuri’s hand took his breath away. His trapped arms could not reach for his lover, so instead his hands grabbed fistfuls of the grass, ripping it from the ground, the fresh scent adding to the moment.



Yuri rubbed his one hand up and down over Wolfram’s fabric-covered erection, smiling at the way that his touch sent shivers racing through the blond’s body as he collapsed back to the grass. It always pleased him to know that Wolfram was so very responsive to anything that Yuri did. To see how Wolfram would open himself up, would offer his body for the sensations that Yuri could give him always made Yuri feel confident, and added to his excitement. This physical relationship with another male was still fairly new to him and it added a level of security for Yuri to know that Wolfram could desire his slightest touch so much. It made Yuri feel safe in admitting his desire for Wolfram and his touch as well.



A few moments of delighting in Wolfram’s responses ignited Yuri’s desire for more from the blond. Stilling his hand, and slipping it out of Wolfram’s trousers, Yuri grinned as Wolfram made a small sound protesting the loss. Looking down on the prone body beneath him, Yuri decided that Wolfram’s shirt had to go.



Wolfram’s slitted eyes showed only emerald glints as he watched Yuri’s hands slide up his body. He could feel their warmth through the thin material of his shirt and the way the fingertips probed and tested the muscles of his abdomen and chest. It felt so good. Wolfram’s breath caught as Yuri’s teasing fingers found the hard little nubs of his nipples, tweaking them through the fabric.



“Yuri,” he gasped, “sit back and let me get my jacket and shirt off.”



“Nope.”



Yuri re-enforced his denial by leaning forward again, letting his forearms rest on Wolfram’s pinned shoulders.



“Not going to go that way, Wolf.” Yuri grinned down into flustered green eyes. “I’m enjoying myself and I’m not ready to give up the game.”



“Yuri, I wouldn’t...ahhhh“ Wolfram began, only to end up faltering as Yuri let more of his weight settle down, shifting to press the heat in their groins together.



“Hmm? Something to say, Wolf?” Yuri teased, as his fingers began to undo the white cravat at Wolfram’s throat. The blue stone chain that usually kept the jacket collar close was tangled in the layers of the frothy fabric, and Yuri dangled it before Wolfram’s eyes before laying it carefully off to one side.



“Don’t want to lose that, now do we?”



Yuri laughed at Wolfram’s answer, a roll of his eyes.



“May I remove my jacket now, Your Majesty?” Wolfram asked, only a little sarcasm in his voice.



“Hmmmm...not yet.” Yuri began to slide the now untied cravat free, drawing it out in one long, languid tug. He held it with one hand and with a smile, lowered the frothy end to dance about Wolfram’s mouth and nose, tickling him and causing the blond to blow out a puff of air.



Reaching to the side, Yuri let the white streamer slide through his fingers to join the tangled pile of his own jacket and shirt. He then brought his hands back, sliding warm fingertips down the pale column of Wolfram’s throat, then slipping under the top edge of the blond’s white shirt. Underneath him, Wolfram tipped his head back, making it easier for Yuri to unfasten the top closure. One small button, then another, and Yuri could spread the lips of the shirt to the sides, exposing a triangle of ivory skin. It was too tempting to resist, so Yuri didn’t. Leaning forward, letting Wolfram take his weight, Yuri tugged on the fabric, holding it open and starting at the bottom of the ‘V’, licked a long, hot line up over the bit of exposed chest, up further, slowly over the soft flesh of Wolf’s throat.



He felt, more than heard, the soft exclamation that came from Wolfram. It made him smile and begin to place a string of nibbling kisses down Wolf’s jaw line, ending up with a kiss and nip of an earlobe.



“Yuri,” Wolfram all but growled from where he was pinned on the ground. He tried reaching again, only to fail, the jacket keeping his arms trapped. “Damn it, let me touch you.” He thrashed from side to side, digging his heels in, pushing his body along the ground trying to force the material of the coat down. If he could just free one arm...



Yuri held on, riding the twisting body beneath him. After the explosion of movement was over, he lifted his head, and with a finger, parted the disheveled blond locks to reveal a pair of frustrated green eyes.



“Hmmmmm, someone looks a bit annoyed.” Yuri opened another button on the white shirt. “I think you don’t like being teased as much as you like teasing, Wolfram.” More skin was revealed as the next few buttons yielded their coverage. “I seem to recall you were hoping for more then just a jacket off of your shoulders.” The last button gave way and Yuri deliberately spread the material out to one side, and then the other, as if he were unwrapping a present.



“Nice,” Yuri smiled down at the expanse of ivory skin that was now open to him.



Ducking his head down, Yuri ran his tongue lightly over Wolfram’s collarbones, tasting the salt in the fine sheen of perspiration that had formed during the blond’s struggles. He lifted his head, heated dark eyes locking with frustrated green ones, and deliberately took a slow lick over the center of Wolfram’s chest.



“You taste so good, Wolf.”



Sliding his hands into the thick silk of his lover’s hair, Yuri skimmed his fingers down Wolfram’s throat, ghosted them out along the strong shoulders, all the time feeling the fine tremble that had started in the firm body under him. He turned his head to one side and with his tongue, flicked one hard, puckered nipple. The resulting gasp encouraged him to take it gently in his teeth, and rasp his tongue over it, back and forth until the resulting soft gasps deepened into moans. Loath to leave his tasty treasure, he soothed it with a kiss, then nibbled his way toward Wolfram’s other nipple, enjoying the pounding of the heart that beat so strongly just inches from his lips. He smiled against the warm skin at how, underneath his touch, Wolfram twisted just a bit, offering the bud on his chest to Yuri’s opening mouth.



“Mmmmmmm.” Fastening his lips on the hot point, Yuri bathed it with slow licks before taking it between his teeth. He tugged on it, hard enough to make Wolfram throw his head back, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut.



“I like this, Wolfram.” Yuri felt the tremor that shook his lover grow with his words. “I like being able to touch you...” He slid a hand down the blond’s side, slipping his fingers under the loose fabric of the pant’s waistband, continuing down, past the thin strap of the brief, to cup and squeeze a firm ass cheek.



“...being able to taste you...”



Yuri’s tongue traced a slow pattern over Wolfram’s chest, before he raised his eyes to find Wolfram’s green gaze locked on him.



“...being able to kiss you...”



He slid up the warm body to press his lips gently, soothingly against the pale rose of Wolfram’s lips. The kiss was gentle and loving. It promised with its touch and vowed with its caress.



“Yuri. Yuri, please...”



Yuri’s dark eyes popped open and Wolfram locked gazes with him. There on the ground, underneath his lover, Wolfram actually shook now. He was on fire, his body flooded with want and desire. Yuri’s loving teasing had driven him to a fever’s pitch and he ached for completion. Yuri was playing his body so very well. So much so that had his arms not been trapped beneath him, he was sure that by now, he would have risen up and ripped the remaining clothes from both Yuri’s and his body and then grabbed his deliciously teasing wimp, hurrying them to climax. It was wonderful and it was terrible, and he was almost out of his mind.



“Please...” Wolfram raised his head from the grass, reaching...offering his mouth. “Touch me. Taste me.” His voice fell to a whisper, hoarse with need. “Yuri. Take me.”



Yuri’s plans for more teasing went up in a puff of smoke at Wolfram’s words. Already hot, now he burned. He lunged at Wolfram’s open mouth, welding their mouths together, tongues dueling, breath shared.



Slipping his arms beneath Wolfram’s shoulders, he lifted, shifting to allow Wolfram to lean up, to cross his arms behind him and grasp one of the trapping sleeves with his other hand, ripping his arm free. Not breaking their meld, together they half rolled. Wolfram’s arm reached around Yuri, to grasp the blue jacket and tangled shirt that now hung on one arm. He grabbed then, tugging, then throwing them aside carelessly. Arms free, finally now he could and did grab for the warm flesh that had been denied him.



Filling his hands with the warmth of his lover, Wolfram buried one hand in Yuri’s thick, black hair, and pressed their mouths closer together. Moaning deep in his throat, he gave Yuri all the heat, all the desire that had been kindled inside him.



Yuri’s head spun. He could feel one of Wolfram’s hands clasping his head, the other clutched at his shoulders, dug fingertips into his back and then slipped down his spine, to push his loosened trousers down.



“Yuri. Get my pants off...” Wolfram broke the fiery kiss to reach down, hooking the waistband of his own pants, shoving them as he shifted from side to side to free the material. Yuri reached down as well, and together they pushed and twisted, legs sliding and falling over legs, till Yuri’s pants were off and Wolfram’s were down around his knees. There they were trapped by the tight brown boots that the blond wore.



Yuri glanced down toward their feet as he now lay between Wolfram’s bent legs. Damn. Turning back, he laid his head down, his face tucked into Wolfram’s neck.



“Wolf,” he muttered against the warm skin, “we have a problem.”



“What?”



“Your boots.”



“What?”



“I can’t get your pants down over your boots.” Yuri reached down and tugged at the bunched material to emphasis his point. Turning back to meet Wolfram’s eyes, he shrugged.



“I can’t get them to pull out of the boots, so I can’t get them over your boots.”



Shifting a little to look down the line of their bodies, Wolfram took in the situation. He slid back, to look up at the frustrated expression on Yuri’s face.



“Yuri?”



“Yes, Wolf?”



“Idiot!”



And with that, Wolfram reached up and lightly slapped Yuri on the side of his head.



“Oww! What was that for?” Yuri reached up and rubbed his head.



“Like I said. ‘Idiot’.” Wrapping both arms low around Yuri’s body, he pulled, sliding the dark-haired young man higher on his body, then raised both his legs off the ground.



“What are you doing?” Yuri was confused. Was Wolfram planning on sliding all the way down?



“Bend your knees,” Wolfram ordered. Then as Yuri obeyed, shifted his grip and pushed Yuri’s body back down along his own. The final result left Yuri laying on top of Wolfram, his legs laying on the ground, while Wolfram’s legs were hooked at the ankles and rested low on Yuri’s back. The trouser-covered boots were no longer any block to their intimacy.



“Oh,” Yuri exclaimed, then grinned down at his partner. “Clever.”



“Thank you.”



Yuri gazed down at Wolfram, who was smiling back at him. He reached down with a hand and brushed his fingers through the blond’s hair.



“You are so gorgeous.”



“Yuri, while I love hearing that from you, right now...I need you.”



Wolfram wriggled a bit to bring their erections together, flexing his hips to rub the small fabric pieces against each other.



“Make love to me, Yuri. Now.”



One hand slid down between them, slipped past the small barrier of the band of Yuri’s underwear and wrapped warm fingers around Yuri’s cock. Wolfram slid his hand up to the engorged head of Yuri’s penis, slipping his thumb over the head, rubbing back and forth. The heat nearly scorched his palm, and he shifted his grasp, stroking up and down over the firm, hot flesh.



Yuri’s whole body jolted the second that warm hand wrapped itself around his cock. Trust Wolfram to go straight for what he wanted. Yuri opened his eyes, which had snapped shut and worked to focus on Wolfram. The sensations from his groin were driving all the other thoughts from his head. It felt so damn good. And he’d been wanting this for so long, it seemed. Blinking hard, he shook his head to try to clear it just for a moment. He wanted to tell Wolfram just how wonderful he was making him feel.



Gold and emerald and ivory. That’s what Yuri saw as he looked down. Golden hair, softer than silk and thick. Sensual to the touch and always smelling so clean. Emerald eyes. Such an amazing color. Not just green, but so many shades of green that the only thing Yuri could think to compare them to was the beauty of emeralds. Smooth ivory skin. Lighter than Yuri’s own, and flawless. Not a bump, not a scar, not a mark. Even though Wolfram fought in battle after battle and faced blade after blade, he didn’t carry a single mark. And so warm. On the cold nights in their bed, Yuri was always kept warm and comfortable snuggled with Wolfram.



But more than gold, more than emeralds, more than ivory, what Yuri saw was love and desire. Wolfram loved him, wanted him. Almost from the very first time they met, Wolfram had dedicated himself to Yuri. Jealous, possessive and with his bratty moments, true. But loyal, courageous, and protective while hiding a sensitive streak and a loving heart.



Wolfram never lied to Yuri and on more than one occasion, told him truths that others would rather have kept hidden. Told him the truth.



Yuri groaned and it had nothing to do with the sensations that Wolfram’s hand and body were giving to him.



Yuri reached down to catch Wolfram’s hand and pull it away from his cock. He laced their fingers together, bringing Wolfram’s hand to his lips for a kiss. Closing his eyes for a moment, he pressed the back of Wolf’s hand against his cheek, enjoying the warmth, then steeled himself.



“Wolf, I can’t do this.”



Wolfram snorted, then pulled Yuri down for a kiss.



“Of course you can, Yuri. We’ve done this before.” He pressed another encouraging kiss to Yuri’s lips. “In fact, you do this very well.”



“No. That’s not it,” Yuri shook his head, looking away then back. “I can’t use you like this.”



Wolfram shifted a little, his erection hard against Yuri’s body.



“You’re not using me, Yuri. I WANT this.”



“No, you don’t understand. I haven’t been completely honest with you.”



Yuri reached quickly, catching Wolfram’s other hand as well and lacing their fingers together. He rested his weight on his elbows, holding Wolfram’s hands on the ground near the blond’s head.



“Please don’t burn me before I can tell you the whole truth.”



TBC