Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

*Rage Love and an Honest Proposal Chapter 6

Yuuri had been driven nearly insane waiting for Saturday to come. Every moment of the day proved to be a test of his gentlemanly ways, so much that it seemed as if he was being mocked by devils. When Gunter was deemed too ill to teach his majesty, the young man was forced to watch the fiery prince spar.

During the matches, however, the blonde grew so hot he had to remove his coat and undershirt that were drenched through in sweat. Needless to say, Yuuri grew hot for a completely separate reason than the weather. The misguided and dirty minded king found himself wanting to order Wolfram to don his clothing once more, and make those soldiers stop staring at his property. Realizing that he sounded too much like the past prince, he stomped that thought to a pulp.

Sadly, Yuuri's inner thoughts and calculations ended up landing him in troubled dearly with his prince. He was staring onto the battle field, not noticing the enticing glances Wolfram was throwing him, nor that his eyes were focused more on the soldier fighting with his nearly naked lover.

"YUURI!"

The king snapped from his daze as soon as the flamboyant blonde seized him by the lobe and tugged his head down near his blue clad knees. "You cheater! What are you staring so intently at?! It certainly wasn't me!"

The prince was blushing and fuming all in one single thread. The surrounding soldiers were awed at the sight, watching the intense display of a usual lovers quarrel. As soon as the cringing king curled from Wolfram's tight grasp, he shouted out an apology before kissing him on the cheek and rushing off.

Pale, peach cheeks blushed pink, blond hair settling, lightly, in wisps before his green eyes.

He was shocked. Yuuri had never once kissed him before anyone, it had always been conveniently in a dark or a secluded area...but this time, they kissed in the square, outside the infirmary, and below the study window where Gwendal could look down, and easily observe the spectacle and immense catcalls coming from the sweaty soldiers.

Registering the sounds coming to his ears, and his fiancé’s now complete retreat, he turned on a dime.

"Since when did I give the order to chatter and stop your training? Get back to work you dogs!" He ordered, none really taking offense by it, just simply chuckling and following his order, and some giving him a pat on the back.

Wolfram was happy on the inside, possibly so much that his mind had shoved the thought of a certain Maou being an insatiable cheater away.

The oddities, however, did not end there for the poor king. His fantasies and catastrophes grew like wildfire, a word which also made the king reminisce on the green-eyed angel he couldn't wait to have in his bed again. Then, there was another turning point in this large trial.

Yuuri happened to run across one of Murata's imported naughty magazines.

He managed to disturb himself more by actually rising the pages to his face, and observing the pictures of naked and moreover scantily clad women littering the pages. When Yuuri laid eyes on these women, he did not think of their status in no respect. Since seeing a girl in lacey, light, and low cut panties that hugged her rear like paint to a wall, he did not see her in a slight measure.

"I wonder what Wolfram would look like in there?" He pondered. The king gave it a moment to set in, and he knew right away that Wolfram would look completely and utterly edible.

He rolled it over in his mind, thinking on how he would love to put them on the prince, then watch him slowly tug them down...there was a small pause between his thoughts.

'WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING??!' He huffed, throwing the leafy book to the floor and continuing on with his train of thought. "Oh god...I have become SHORI!" And on the insanity continued, with him deciding he was never going to look at an adult magazine again....Of course, unless they were fully printed with nothing but Wolfram and those scanty outfits.

Come Friday, Yuuri finally got a dose of Wolfram’s nervousness and anxiousness. The soldier was on edge with almost every compliment that could be taken even the slightest bit sexually or romantically. Thankfully, the other members of covenant castle were in the dark as to what was truly up with the king and young prince. Another point Yuuri made, was the amount of time the boy took alone in the bath increased, and he found glances were thrown often at the table during lunch and dinner. The teen boy, however, was learning to avoid them so he didn’t blush much more than usual. Still, there were times at lights out when he didn't feel aroused or anxious, not even nervous.

Yuuri would lie in their bed, simply holding Wolfram to him so gently and kiss the other's golden hair. The blond would talk to him, rant, complain, and maybe even talk about his dreams for the future. Even after the other had fallen asleep, the king would hold the warmth, stroke his hair, rub his laced arms...Yuuri liked these moments most, though they made him slightly worried about these moments completely disappearing after they made love...He worried softly to himself that the prince would lose his hidden innocence.

After maybe an hour of thinking and holding fast to the demon boy he would release him to snuff out the candles, then, one again, he would cuddle. Sleep came quickly after that, as always. With the sleep of Friday came the morning of Saturday. As he woke, Wolfram was nowhere to be found.

"I guess he wants to make sure everything is taken care of before tonight." Yuuri climbed out of the bed, not noticing a folded up paper on the bedside table, save for the fact of using it as a coaster. Not much longer after taking his time in getting dressed, he headed down to breakfast. He held his chin high and an advancing aura of pride as he entered the dinning hall and greeted everything.

"G'morning everyone!" He bounced, looking to see only Celi and Annisina sitting at the table, He quirked an eyebrow in confusion sitting down before his plate. "Am I late or something? No one is here..."

Celi smiled at him, perplexing him to why she ever came to breakfast when she never ate. He supposed she would say something about it causing men to watch her sexy motions or something. "They are tending to some urgent business and have eaten already." She flashed him a giggle and took a drink of her...what ever it was.

The young king gave a nod and kept it upon himself to eat his breakfast and start his day out right. Taking notice of his seat, then Wolfram's next to his. There rested no plate or glass sitting at Wolfram's spot. Did he eat his food at all? The other hoped he wasn't trying to avoid him today. Down he sat to heartily consume his meal of eggs and some sort of sausage, of which he dare not ask of its origin.

After his breakfast, Yuuri moved on to his paper work. Ah yes, the dreaded paperwork that he really wished Wolfram would set fire to at times. He found a number of things to keep him readily occupied in those stacks, as if he really wanted it. He was pleased to find that today he didn't have too much to really think on as they were all marriage contracts. Yuuri found himself smiling at one Josak had requested for himself and Conrad, forging the soldiers signature. It was also quite funny to him that he usually would have cringed at the thought of Conrad with another man but after his own little trysts with Wolfram…Man, it actually seemed cute.

Moving on, the king was left signing marriage contracts till about lunch time, losing all humor in the names and reasons till it became mindless signing. He could swear the person might have wanted to marry their dog he would allow it just to get away. "Does this never end!?" He whined, wondering just how many people wanted to get married and just how many signatures Josak wanted to forge. He felt irrationally lucky when he reached about halfway through the stack, and he also felt happy...so happy he almost put a signature to the rest of his life.

Lying before him was a document dawning both his and Wolfram's name. He had to smile at how the blonde had addressed the marriage, but he was surprised at the date more so over. Scrolled on the fine pressed parchment, was a block of text that let on that this marriage had been serious to the other for well over two months. Grasping the seemingly fragile paper in his hold, he read Wolfram's reason for the union and why he should put down his signature to it.

'I love this wimp more that and other like him, which is sating something. Your majesty should grant my wish because on my honor no one can be there for him like I can, and no other demon can keep him in line like I. As for my fiancée’s side of the argument, I know I was an accident and received the proposal out of rage for doing what I should not have done, and saying that which was out of line. You see, in his world men don't marry men no matter how beautiful or forward.....it is wrong. With a caring and forgiving heart like that cheater's, I seriously think he can come to terms with it sooner to later, he is so lost without me.'

Yuuri smiled and placed his signature to both lines and folded it in his pocket. With the precious paper tucked away safely, he quickly (and when I write quickly I mean so very lightening fast that Gwendal would have a small heart attack) stood and moved from the room. The king wanted to find his Wolfram as quick as his thundering heart would allow. His mind kept wondering if, along with that thunder and lightning, he might get a small joyful rain of tears from his beloved prince.

He skidded down the halls, nearly plowing over a gaggle of happy chattering maids, unable to spot anyone other than a random soldier or two. After having no luck in either Gwendal’s office or in the painting hall, he slumped. Yuuri was exhausted, panting his whole way to the garden, but he wanted to show the prince. Yuuri needed him to know before tonight just how much he meant to him. The king felt so very proud of himself and a familiar swelling in his chest showed his pride as a kinder child would of their worst drawing.

Sadly in the gardens, Yuuri found no blond fire starter. He decided to return to his room, ignoring the fact that he was supposed to be going to lunch right about now, yet settling on just resting calmly in his bedroom. Calmly opening the door and sorrowfully closing it, he went to the other side of his bed noticing that something wasn’t quite right with his coaster from this morning. He slowly raised the paper to his face, reading it the best he could.

He was shocked to find that Wolfram had been sent off on a very important mission on the borders of the demon kingdom’s outlying lands. The blonde promised in his letter, however, that he would be home well before the lunch bell called for Yuuri. Sadly, a knock to his door signaled the prince's time up.

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Meanwhile Gwendal sat in a conference more wrinkles than normal had littered his face since Günter’s sudden illness and another rather more recent problem that had presented itself. He sat and argued as a long awaited messenger entered the busy room.

"We have a word from Lord Conrad, sir." The messenger spoke, before Yuuri came bombarding through the room, sweaty and a look of utter horror and determination etched into his features.

"Where is Wolfram?!" Demanded the king, having heard guarded snippets of the problem.

Gwendal’s brow furrowed. "Give the man a minute to speak, boy, and we will know what happened to your fiancé." The frowning man signaled for the other to continue.

The man bowed to the king. "Conrad stated that the survivors form the ambush have been rescued safely and are on their way home." He kept his gaze guarded from the king. "Lord Wolfram was not one of those men."