Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

The king knew he had to hurry things along and he knew that he had to return to the palace. How many people must they have sent out by now, he wondered? The king waited a few days, passing those days, fretting over what he should say or do to introduce his decision.

 

Yuuri kept asking himself `Will Wolfram be angry?' and at other times he would ask himself `What will the others say?' In the end he couldn't think of a single way to approach Wolfram on the idea, nor did he even know if the other would be willing to leave with him. The king understood how the prince must feel right then, how he must have felt waking up not knowing where he was. Now wolfram didn't even know who he was.

 

I wasn't until the fourth day that Yuuri had finally decided what he planned to do, and it wasn't even one of the numerous plans he had decided on either. He was calmly sitting, watching the rain fall from the sky, his own emotions in such a distress as was the brightened sky. Sitting on the porch of Greta's home and watching lightening cut the sky every so often during the storm, the double black demon king watched Wolfram calling the little Annessa back into his home.

 

He couldn't say what struck him the most first, the smile that lit up the blonde's face when the little girl called him her mother or the look in his large, beautiful green eyes, but he found himself truly falling in love with Wolfram. How could the future him have been so stupid? He wondered. “I am so sorry Wolf…god so sorry…” he looked up to the sky, feeling a wetness that was not from the rain, rolling down his cheeks. The king took a hand and touched it to the streaks of wetness that were not from the falling rain, but his own charcoal eyes.

 

Before he knew it he was walking out into the rain, raising his countenance to the skies. He wanted to be forgiven by the Wolfram of the future, and be loved by the wolfram in the present as he couldn't love the Wolfram in the past. The thoughts that ran through his head made the young kings eyes leak more of the salty liquid that were now masked by the thick rain. Yes he wanted to be forgiven.

 

“Wolfram!” He shouted to the skies, a bright flashing coming, as if answering him. “Forgive me, please, forgive every one of me for doing what I did, I was so foolish! I am sure that I never wanted to leave you; that I wanted to be with you and the baby!” His cries were loud, blurred and distorted to the rest of the world by the constant beating of rain upon the earth. “Wolf, this time….I won't let it happen, I'll make sure that you never have to worry about such things. I'll discard one world for the other; I'll do it so you'll be happy always, or at least eventually. I don't want you to DIE…AGAIN!” He was about to start again but a movement caught his eye.

 

Standing in the doorway of his own cottage, staring at the king was the one and only blonde brat the king had grown to love. At first it had surprised him, knowing very well that the other had gone inside after having retrieved the soaked child. Another thing that amazed him so was the fact that it seemed as though the other had been trying to call him. Call him for what? Seeing Wolfram however, made up his mind about what he was going to do.

 

Yuuri gathered up all his courage and walked toward the prince, each word the forgetful prince tried to shout to him unable to be heard passed the rain. “This time, I'll be there to see our little girl born, and I'll definitely tell you every day that I love you….” He said, softly, making his last plea to the deceased Wolfram. It had to be his last because in a matter of moments the drenched king was facing the Wolfram that was here, that was flesh and blood and waiting for him to make sure those promises came true.

 

“Yuuri?” the blonde ,who knew himself as Rain alone, asked him. His eyes seemed to look beyond Yuuri as though he had never before known the king. His face, however; was dressed in several shades of worry.

 

It pained Yuuri to see Wolfram looking at him, but through him at the same time. He hated seeing the look that told him that the blonde did not know him, that he was nothing more than a stranger who he had to be polite too. Why couldn't he just have the fiery and prissy Wolfram smacking him for being an idiot? At the moment, he couldn't find a part of him that wanted to stop either even as he leaned in to push his lips against the warm, pouting ones of the emerald eyed demon. His left arm quickly went around the young demon, while his right hand moved from the prince's lower back to his neck and finally rested in soft, dry blond curls.

 

For a moment Wolfram stiffened, his body surprised by the sudden movement, while his brain screamed for him to back away. He knew he should, that it would be bad to do such a thing, even such as kiss when he didn't even know the man who was soaking his white gown. He didn't have the time, however; to become embarrassed as he felt a force almost as strong as crashing into a tree after having forced your horse to go its fastest speed.

 

It was in that moment, while the double black demon king had his lips working softly against his own and the tender hand carefully massaged his hip, which the world came crashing down on the prince. His body itself seemed to be caught in slow motion taking in every sensation of the kings kiss, but he could not say the same for his mind. The blonde's mind was stuck on a constant fast forward. In flashes, high speed, he caught every memory, and every emotion that `Wolfram' had ever experienced. Attentively his body allowed Yuuri a response, and he kissed the king back. The pink lips parted ever so slightly and his arms came to wrap around the young man.

 

His mind did not catch up, however; until Yuuri had pulled away, caressing his cheek. He felt the wetness from the king's hand spread over his cheek and the jerk of time; finally, catching up with itself hit him like a ton of bricks. He stood for a moment, battling the constant emotions, and realizations that had come to him. “Yuuri?” was all he could find in himself to ask.

 

“I am sorry I ju-…..!” he stopped in surprise, blinking as he realized the tone of Wolfram's voice. It had that slight edge of prissiness, and held a weight that he certainly hadn't felt before. Looking into emerald eyes, he also found an awareness that made him pull his fiancé into another kiss. The quick kiss spread out into little kisses all over the beautiful face, ending finally with the king holding him closely to him in a crushing hug.

 

“You remember! Oh gods Wolf, I didn't think you would EVER remember me.” He pulled back, and searched the emerald depths once more. “You do remember me, right? Please tell me I didn't guess wrong…oh god please tell me I didn't.” he felt himself almost panic.

 

A beautiful smile spread out on Wolfram's face, and even a fake scowl couldn't force it down after it had submerged. “Y-You idiot…of course I remember you….I was just tired of your idiocy for a while so I decided to….temporarily ignore you” he lied, and badly at that, while a hand rested on his hip. No thought came to either at exactly how see through the gown had become after a wet Yuuri had been thrown against it.

 

“Wolf, you were always a horrible liar.” He leaned in to kiss him again, pushing the prince into the cottage. “Let's close the door…is getting damp in here.” He said, grinning, between kisses, closing the door behind him.

 

The blonde prince gave a soft chuckle, wary of the small child he had sent off to bed just a short while earlier. “Hmm, what are you thinking you are doing Yuuri?” He raised a brow, arms crossing testily over his slim chest. “If I recall correctly, you have decision to make right? Why coming to me during a storm no less…I am not going to just give in and be a one ni-!” His rant was cut off by one more, searing kiss and a lick to his already swollen lips.

 

“I made my decision.” The king stated, lowering himself to both knees, the joints hitting the hard wood floor in his fiancé's living space. Onyx eyes shone with hope and adoration for the one standing over him.

 

“What are you doing? Get off the floor you idiot!' the prince demanded, trying to pull his hand away, or Yuuri up, but neither worked. To his confusion, the king only smiled up at him.

 

Yuuri kissed the hand and held it to his forehead. For a moment the words were stuck in his chest, a happiness bubbling over from his heart straight to the hand he held tightly, yet shakily. “I am truly, honestly, asking for forgiveness. I don't even remember if I have PROPERLY told you how much I love you.” He turned his eyes to face emerald depths. “I love you, so much that the thought of Annessa being ours made my heart burst. The thought of you dying because I had been such a fool made me want to beg that you thrash me until I couldn't stand any longer.” He gave a chuckle at the prince's appalled expression.

 

“I know that before I was being a horny teenager. Hey, I AM a horny teenager and just moments before I would have led you into making love with me so fast your head would have spun.” He gave a shaky grin at Wolfram's glare. “But, now I realize that I wasn't just being any normal teenager. I just hadn't realized yet how much I love you, and that wanting you, and needing you isn't just about that.”

 

“Yuuri, I hate to say this during your colossal confession of love, but you are rambling, I am wet…and I am ready for you to just get to the point so I can right drag you off and…” He paused as the king held up a tan hand. “Well get on with it.” Wolfram smiled kindly at his fiancé, desperate to hear what he was hoping the king was going to say.

 

The double black demon king took another breath, and gathered a few moments for suspense. “What I am TRYING to say, is that I know that I need you, and returning to my world will only keep from me what I need. I LOVE you so I want to live in the world where OUR family is, and our child can be born. I want that, all of that. I don't want to go back to my world now if it means losing you.” Yuuri kissed the prince's surprisingly smooth palms and sighed. “Will you please marry me, bear my children, and NEVER leave my side for any reason?” he grinned, the goofy grin that made him Yuuri.

 

The blonde prince snatched his hand away, cocking his hip and huffing. “For Shino's sake Yuuri, are you some kind of idiot or what? How much more of a wimp do you have to be to sit there on your knee's groveling?” He huffed again, turning intensely green eyes on the king. “I suppose if you beg so much, I have no choice BUT to accept it.” He pulled Yuuri up from the floor, using the strength he had gained from years of sword fighting. Green met black in an instant, and two pairs of lips were touching. “I love you too wimp, but do you honestly expect me to say no after seeing such a cute little girl.”

Yuuri kissed him, pulling him closer and nibbling on his lower lip. “See, she just has those large `love me' Shibuya eyes, right? I knew you couldn't resist them, especially seeing how cute the kids we make are.” He teased. “My plot worked perfectly.”

 

“Shut up you wimp. But I admit...she is cute, but only…only because she looks like me” The prince smirked, pushing Yuuri's jacket off his shoulders. “How much water can this damned thing hold?!” he exclaimed, referring to the piece of clothing that fell to the floor with an extremely audible smack.

 

Yuuri made a sound, raking his nails over the shoulders of his fiancé, pulling the gown down over them just a bit. “Hmmm…dunno. I should take them off…I'll catch cold, and if not then you will.” He said with a suggestive hint to his voice.

 

“Ummm…” the prince groaned. In that instant, Yuuri retracted his hands and backed away.

 

“Damn…I am sorry. I should really not do that. I should wait for marriage, right? Isn't that like some custom or something?” He messed his hair, not focusing on the look of frustration that the prince wore. “I just got finished saying how I was just being a horny teenager before, but what if this comes off like I am just trying to get in your pants.” He looked to the gown the prince was wearing. “Ok…gown…but still, I saw you earlier and I wanted you so badly…damn no….CONTROL YOURSELF SHIBUYA!” he said, unknowingly out loud.

 

Wolfram raised a brow and smiled. “You wanted me? Past tense? Is that meaning you don't want me now?” he asked, shaking his head at his fiancé's antics. “Really Yuuri…I may seem like a girl to you sometimes, but wake up and smell the bearbee paint! I am a guy and I have enough common sense to know that you aren't just trying to have sex with me. I believe every word you have said to me…though you are and always will be a wimpy cheater.” He smirked, his eyes twinkling. “Still...I wasn't complaining, and you and I are so long overdue for that date we promised.” He looked up the stairs, and smiled again. “Plus, after seeing the consequence for our little bit of young fun and love, I don't think I will mind it one bit as long as her father can see her born this time.”

 

Yuuri wanted to object at first to some of the prince's comments, but to the others he couldn't help but smile. “Losing your memory, kinda help you grow up some, huh wolf? What happened to the completely spoiled brat I knew?”

 

“He became a mother, and almost lost some of the most important things to him.” Wolfram shrugged, and then smugly huffed. “Not to mention I got to show a wimp what he was missing.”

 

Yuuri laughed, pulling Wolfram closer to him once more. He was definitely more than ready to take on all the consequences of making love to his fiancé. The king had waited, yearned, and loved Wolfram for longer than he would have thought, and after everything he was only made entirely positive that he wanted what this future held for him. “So what do you say we take a hot bath and head to bed?”

 

Wolfram smirked and placed a hand to his hip. “What makes you think I am not hot enough to warm you?” He caught Yuuri's stunned expression and he turned around, slowly making his way up the stairs. The blonde's hips eased sensually from side to side as he went. “I'll be waiting in bed for you…shower if you NEED to.”

 

That was all he needed. All he could ask for was that tone and sway before he was entirely convinced that a shower was something he could hold out on for what was swaying before his eyes. If they had sex then Yuuri would be thrilled, if they just lay in bed touching and kissing he knew he would be just as happy. The king just knew he had to get his hands over all of his fiancé right then and there.

 

 

 

A/N: Sorry, the smut was going to be added in here but I did promise a chapter to you all soon. Thanks to me not putting the smut in this chapter though, that means the story is going to be a bit longer. As for what you want to see next chapter, please let me know. Do YOU want to see Gwendal and Gunter, do you want to see Conrad and Yosak, or do you think little Annessa should interrupt the two boys' fun? If you want smut then just comment and say so. I'll try to get it to you in at least 3 days. Hope you enjoyed this!!