Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ The Tales of Fate ❯ Comming together ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

Hello!!! And chapter two was pretty cool wasn't it? I hope the relationship between Günter and Yuuri worked out ok. I hate seeing Wolfram so sad, but I have to do it to make the story work -____-. I love all ^^, there lol. Well getting ready to become more involved, as my school load is increasing so updates will be a little less. Well hope you looooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeee the fic and I hope that you all I know I enjoy all the reviews you gave me. Thank you ^^ lol and getting a move on

 

 

 

 

ON WIT DA BLOODY FIC!!

 

 

 

 

The castle was buzzing as all the preparations were made for the upcoming celebration that was only a few months away, as everyone wanted to see what the advisor planned for the Maou. Everyone was excited about the event except a lone prince who was at that moment sulking in his room. “Why am I such an idiot?” he asked himself, his mind played over every horrible encounter he had with Yuuri since his return. He was terrified. Not only because of the possibility of rejection, but of knowing what had happened to his ex-fiancé as well. He knew something had happened to him, he was aware of it. But his mind would not allow him to comprehend what it could be or the magnitude of it all.

 

 

“Why do I have to fight him all the time?” he wondered to himself, wallowing in self-pity. It angered him to know that someone was filling a space in his heart that should have been for him only. It was that moment however, that he realized that his fear of rejection wasn't relevant. Yuuri apparently liked boys as well, and he was still having a hard time digesting that. Had he really changed that much in the past two years? He knew without a doubt that he loved the henachoko and would give his life for him if needed. Wolfram however was constantly screwing up and he had no one to blame but himself, since he was being nothing more then an ass. He had to get over this, but didn't know the direction to take. He needed advice.

 

 

Wolfram thought hard on who to turn to. He had a few choices, but many of them he knew he couldn't truly come to. They would have told him to be a man about it. Conrad crossed his mind, but easily dismissed that. He wasn't sure if the man would go and talk to Yuuri about their conversation as well. Finally it clicked who he needed to speak with and he flew out of the room with such speed that all throughout the castle he was nothing more then a blonde blur. *Please be there. * He silently prayed as he drew closer to his desired destination. He whipped around the call nearly crashing into his brother has he have a halfhearted call. “Gomen Gwendal.” He told his brother, hurrying on his way.

 

 

The blonde sighed, nearing the door and thought for a moment. Should he really do this? He wasn't the type to normally confide his feelings to someone if he was having a problem. He always handled matters himself and felt awkward doing something that was so out of the norm for him. “You can do this.” He breathed, pulling up his nerve and rapped loudly on the frame. Nervousness filled him, thinking intently on turning back when the door open and he froze. “Greetings Lord Von Bielefeld, how may I help you?” a melodic voice called as he gained his nerve again and walked inside. “I am fine Gisela. But I need your advise on something.” He told her as the healer quickly summed up his reason for being there and mentally smirked. Boys were so easy to read.

 

 

The green haired woman smiled as she sat down in the chair across from the blonde prince. “I think I know why you're here.” She told him, his eyes widening in surprise. “You are having difficulty in telling the Maou your feelings for him and also the fact that his advisor is trying to court him as well is making the process even more difficult as well correct?” she asked, struggling not to laugh when his jaw dropped. “H-How did you know?” he asked, a blush faintly coloring his cheeks. Gisela smiled softly, crossing her legs. “It's easy to see your affections for our Heika. Also I know how you are Von Bielefeld. We've been in this castle together for quite some time, since my father started working here. Why are you so quick to lash out at Yuuri Heika?” she asked when he looked down.

 

 

“Call me Wolfram, and I…I'm angry. I want to tell him how I feel but I can't. At first it was the fear of being rejected because I wasn't sure if he liked males. Now that I know he does it's a fear of not liking me and liking your father more. Also I… I did something rather stupid.” He confessed as the healer looked on him in concern. “What happened?” she asked. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Well I was speaking to him one night and my temper flared as I saw him kiss your father.” He spoke as his eyes darkened at the memory of him with the older man. “I lost it, when I came in I yelled at him. I can't really remember what was said but I grabbed him to hold him down and I kissed him.” He admitted as Gisela looked on in horror. “Oh no, please tell me you didn't? Oh dear I hope he's all right. I'll have to check on him to make sure.” She muttered as the prince narrowed his eyes.

 

 

“The way he acted was puzzling. He started curling up in a ball and trying to push me off yelling no, and went into a fit of hysterics. Gwendal came in and picked him up, which was most unnatural. Your reaction confirms it as well. Something has happened to Yuuri. Will you tell me or like all the others will your lips be silenced on his matter also?” he asked as the healer sighed. “Wolfram, you are correct in others knowing of this. Gwendal, Conrad, I, and my father know of what ails Yuuri.” She spoke as she held her hand up to stop the interruption. “That is because we were there the night he returned and saw him in the raw state in which he returned in. I am thankful that you did not have to see him in such a manor, as it would have killed you inside as it did us. We are very protective of him even more so then ever, and you are lucky that my father knows naught of this or you would be very strictly dealt with. I cannot however tell you. That is for Yuuri to tell you and Yuuri alone.” She said as greens eyes looked at her in anger.

 

 

“I can tell you however Wolfram, that you are who he thought of the most of when he was recovering. Be confident. You are a beautiful man, who had made his majesty blush on more then one occasion.” She grinned as the prince gave a soft smile. “I know, I just…what if I mess up? What if he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore?” he asked sadly as Gisela came beside him and wrapped him in a hug. “I know you feel lost and confused as you feel so strongly for our Heika, but be brave. You hold more of his heart then you know. Shouldn't the fact that even after all your sniping, he still continues to try to speak with you and get your attention tell you something?” she asked as he merely nodded.

 

 

“Be careful. If one feels too much coldness, they may in the end give up their pursuit.” She said as fear struck his heart. Yuuri give up on him? He thought of everything he'd put their king through and honestly couldn't blame Yuuri if he did. The only thing he could do was hope. “Thank you Gisela. I know what to do now.” He said as he hugged her back. “I really hope this works.” He said as he rushed out the room and off to find the desire of his heart. “Watch out father, the lion has yet to give up the hunt.” The healer mused as she closed her door and wondered who would win the Maou's heart.

 

 

A sigh slipped through his lips as he lay on his bed. He was filled with excitement, as there would be a grand celebration in his honor, only a few months away. Disappointment was the other emotion that made itself home inside his heart as he thought of the beautiful blonde who it seemed he wasn't destined to reach. He also knew that there was Günter. His lips curled in a smile as his heart lightened when he thought of the excitable older man. Yuuri found himself enjoying the time he would spend with him more and more as he was now thinking more of him and less of the fire user.

 

 

Yuuri sat up as he threw a loose black long sleeved button up shirt over his naked chest. His thoughts were focused on the two of them as he ran a hand though his long unruly locks. He had been shot down so many times in the four months he had returned. Did he really want to suffer through that again? “Wolfram what do I do? Every time I try to come to you, you push me away.” He sighed as he stared at the drawstring in the black silk pants he wore. No matter what Yuuri knew he could not deny the part of him that wanted to chase after the hot headed little blonde, but his heart was saying that it had enough.

 

 

Grumbling he moved to the window as he looked outside and smirked. The three maids were still badgering Doracus as he bowed his head. *When will he ever learn? * He chuckled mentally as he pulled away and looked around the vast room, which just felt so empty. In the beginning he liked the solitude he found within his room. Especially after the ordeal he had to go through when he first arrived. Now he no longer felt dirty. He knew that it wasn't his fault, and he had no reason to blame himself for something that he had no control over. However, Kami help the bastards if he ever found them again. An evil smirk played across his lips that which was completely foreign to his face.

 

 

His thoughts again turned to his dilemma while he thought on what he could do. He had no questions in his mind when it came to his advisor, who was becoming so much to him. He stopped fighting the man long ago, as he now welcomed every touch and embrace he gave. When it came to Wolfram…all he seemed to get were emotional bruises and scars. His heart wanted him, but didn't know if it could continue to take the abuse. He knew any other ruler would have forced him into whatever, or have him thrown into the prison cells for such disrespect. He chuckled dryly as he thought on that. *The bastard doesn't know how lucky he has it. * He thought grimly as he went to answer the knocking on the door.

 

 

He smiled as he closed the door from his servant who had brought him a snack, as he had missed breakfast that day. “I really need to do something for her.” He thought as he took the much-desired plate of goods to the table inside his room. He ate the confections as his mind once again mulled over it and in the end he didn't want to do it but he didn't have a choice. He had to let the blonde go. “Someone up there doesn't like me I swear.” He groaned resting his head on the cool surface. The one good thing was that he had Günter; so long as he was there then everything would be fine. Letting out another stream of air, he stood up and headed in the direction of his door while stopping to bow his head. “I'm sorry Wolfram. I don't think I can deal with this anymore.” He breathed as he made his resolve. Yuuri opened his door as he found himself looking into startled green eyes.

 

 

“W-Wolfram?” he said in confusion, the blonde was panting, a light sheen of sweat covered his delicate skin. He mentally sighed as he waved him in. “It's a good thing you're hear. I was just coming to look for you actually.” Yuuri said as he went to lean on his bedpost. “I…I have something to tell you, Yuuri.” Wolfram started when Yuuri quickly interrupted him. “I know you must, but I have something that I need to tell you now or I might not do it at all.” He said as the fire users eye widened. “You win Wolfram. You will no longer be bothered by me. In any way whatsoever, and I will no longer try to court you. It's too painful.” He said as he held up a hand to keep Wolfram from interrupting. “Please, after I've said this you can say whatever you need to. I kept coming to you time after time and all you did was lash out at me, so I understand. Originally all I wanted was to know if someone was in your life so that I would know if I had a chance or not to be with you.” He said as Wolfram looked on in surprise and horror.

 

 

“I wanted to court you, for real this time, not like before when it was a mistake and see if maybe after enough time there might be a chance to renew our engagement, but you have made your choice very clear. You will never be inconvenienced by me again and I apologize for any discomfort or hostility I may have caused you, but please keep in mind that the only thing I wanted was your heart.” He said bowing. He missed the look of surprise in the blonde's eyes, and the flow of green tears that spilled forth like dams. The only thing that made him look up was a sharp intake of breath as he snapped his eyes up and looked in surprise into the pain filled face of his ex-fiancé. Black eyed looked puzzled as the looked into those startling green eyes that called to his very soul. “W-Wolfram?” he asked as he saw the blondes' body begin to shake.

 

 

All Wolfram knew at that moment was pain, the most unbearable feeling he'd ever experienced crept its way into his heart and he did the only thing he could. He cried as giant clear crystals fell from his eyes as he looked at the one he loved. “Y-Yuuri.” He choked as he ran out and wrapped his arms tightly around the dark haired man. Arms encircled the fire user as they held him close and gently rubbed circles in his back as they tried to console him. “Wolfram, I don't understand. What's wrong?” Yuuri asked while concerned eyes showered themselves on the blonde as the prince clutched the shirt that hung from the Maou's shoulders. “I- I'm…Yuuri!” he sobbed as he felt the world around him fall apart.

 

 

Everything Gisela said came true. He pushed his henachoko too hard and now he said he was leaving. He never knew that Yuuri was interested in wanting to court him. *That's because you never gave him a chance to finish anything he said. * His mind reminded him painfully, guilt flooded through him. *No, I don't wanna loose you Yuuri, not when I finally know now that I can have you. * He thought franticly as he gripped the dark haired man harder calling his name again. There was no going around it. Wolfram had to find his courage and try to tell him how he felt if there was any chance for him at all. “I…I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Yuuri.” He sniffled as he pulled out of the embrace and looked into deep black eyes. “Don't give up on me, please.” He said desperately as dark eyes widened.

 

 

“So, you do care for me then?” He asked as a pretty rose color flushed the blondes face while he nodded. Yuuri chuckled to himself as he went to lean back on his bed. “Then why do you treat me as such? It was hard Wolfram. Trying to spend time with you, only to be shot down constantly.” He said as the prince slowly made his way to the king and curled up beside him. Yuuri looked down, it was then he saw the fear in the blondes eyes and his heart instantly softened pulling him close and held him. *I get it now. * He thought to himself, kissing the fire users temple. “It's ok Wolfram. I understand now. I'm sorry that I made you feel afraid to be honest with me.” He said as he pulled green eyes to look into his. “You do like me right?” he asked as a small grin played across his lips.

 

 

The blonde huffed as he rolled his eyes and glared at Yuuri. “Of course I like you, you stupid cheater! Would I be this upset or risk myself emotionally if I didn't?” he shouted as Yuuri laughed and pulled him into the tightest hug as Wolfram's eyes widened in surprise. “That's the Wolfram that I know and love.” He grinned as held him. “I will do as you ask and I won't give up on you. Please don't make it hard for me, ok? My heart might not be able to take being turned away again.” He said seriously as Wolfram nodded as he sniffled still. The Maou smiled as he held and consoled him wondering where they would go from here.

 

 

The palace was energetic, the news of the situation between Yuuri and Wolfram circulated like wild fire. Everyone was wondering even more so then ever how things would play out as the love triangle took an interesting turn. Lilac hair flowed down the halls, whispers seemed to hush when the presence came near. The man smiled as he walked along to his room and shut the door. The advisor sighed as he sat into his chair while tilting his head back and closed his eyes. “Is this really what you want Yuuri?” he asked draping an arm over his forehead. He loved the Maou more then anything, but he couldn't lie about the fact that this was dampening his spirits. He knew that between just himself and his Heika, that he had a chance. Now however, the chanced looked even slimmer as another player finally took a risky move and turns out it paid off.

 

 

He sat there and thought of all the time he and his Heika had spent together and grinned. No one knew his heart better then he did, and not to mention those spicy little kisses they shared which seemed destined to be interrupted. It was then he realized something very important. As long as Yuuri Heika desired him, he definitely had a chance against the blonde. “I can do this.” He realized. “I can win the heart of Yuuri Heika.” He said in awe as excitement flooded through him and he bounced out of his chair. He knew how the blonde had wanted the seductive dark haired man, but he desired him as well…and he'd be damned if he gave up such an opportunity.

 

 

Günter twirled happily as he sat on the edge of his bed. He knew what he needed to do now. His mind would not feel right if it didn't happen. He needed to talk to Wolfram. “Where could that brat be?” he thought aloud as he went to stand by the window and much to his pleasure saw Yuuri in the middle of sword practice with Conrad. “Oh Heika.” He breathed as he drank in the shirtless vision he was as he shifted uncomfortably at the newfound tightness that occurred in the front of his pants. Instantly his mind flooded with the dirty images he had of the sinful pleasures Yuuri invoked within his thin frame as he locked his eyes on that arousing naked flesh as he watched the dark haired boy's muscles tighten with every move.

 

 

He didn't know when, but somewhere along the way his hand found its way to the front of his trousers as he palmed himself while watching the younger man as his breath quickened with the unquenchable desire that flooded like a beast within his loins. His eyes never left him as his mind went where he could only wish to go as he bit back a moan, under the course of his slim fingers. The image of Yuuri pounding him into oblivion sent a delicious rush, his breath hitching as his fingers quickened its pace along the aching length. Dark violet eyes drunk in the form as it rested on the lowly end of the tight slacks to which he noticed hugged nicely around Yuuri Heika's length.

 

 

His downfall happened when he watched his king undue the first button to his slacks that showed the brief top to his black undergarment and a thin nest of curls as he bit his lip and it was over in that moment. His lips tore in a silent scream as they mouthed his love's name and he slumped against the window frame as he looked at the mess he made. The purple haired advisor sighed; he walked to his bath while picking out another ensemble. “I really need to get a hold of myself.” He muttered, his meeting with Wolfram postponed.

 

 

Now dressed in fresh unsoiled clothing, Günter opened the door, searching the halls as he looked for his intended. Finally spotting a splash of blonde locks, he smiled as he set to claim his prize. “Wolfram! I've been looking for you.” He called as the owner of the name turned around in surprise. “G-Günter?” he gawked as he eyed the purple haired man. Instead of his normal white, his clothing were colored in dark silver, black lacing the outer work of the fabric he wore while the man bounded to him. “I've been looking for you. I want to speak to you.” He said as Wolfram carefully met his eyes and he smiled.

 

 

Nodded he walked over with the lilac locked man as they sat in a quiet corner. Neither said anything as the older man broke the ice. “I wish to apologize. It was wrong of me to try and pursue relationship between myself and Yuuri Heika without consorting you first.” He said as Wolfram nodded. “It is fine. You are forgi-.” He began as the older man held up his hand. “You misunderstand Wolfram. I said I apologize…and I do. However, I want this to be fair. I will not stop trying to pursue Yuuri Heika.” He said as green fire burned in the blondes' eyes. “You and I are on equal playing fields now. I wish you the best of luck Von Bielefeld, and may the best man win.” He grinned as he hastily left the irate blonde before he could protest. *You would be proud of me Yuuri, I handled it the way you would have. * He through happily as he went to find his king.

 

 

Little did the people know in Shin Makoku, far away an evil was being released.

 

 

 

Anger filled him. He'd been trying to claw his way to the surface, for how many eons? He'd lost count. All he knew was that he had been sealed for many millennia. “You will pay for shunning me.” He growled as he remembered that day. Fury overtaking him he pounded the earth around him as it shook violently. “Damn it!” he snarled as the dirt covered his form. When he raised his head he stood in shock as he saw a glimmer of light far off into one of the cracks. A twisted smiled pulled across his lips as his strength renewed. “I'm almost there.” He gleamed as he ripped his way to the top.

 

 

Moonlight shone on a dusty figure in the night as the man fell over from the deep crater in the ground. He didn't know how many days passed as he tore at the earth till his was freed on the day he saw that light. The man breathed hard from the exertion of his labor as he looked for the first time in he couldn't remember how long at the start littered sky. A small smile quirked at the edge of his lips while he basked himself in the light and sighed, “I'm sorry friend. You will never shine your light again, and there will be no life on this retched world. I will destroy it all.” He said as a chuckle escaped his lips. Soon the chuckle changed into an outright maniacal laugh as he looked around the barren land. He eyed at his hands, as he looked himself over.

 

 

He sniffed the air as he followed the sent to that which he sought. Soon he found himself immersed in the cool streamed as he soaked himself within the water to cleanse himself of the many years of dirt and dust that he was sure had submerged within his body. “Finally I will be myself again.” He whispered to himself as he slipped deep under the water. When he arose no longer did he have years and years of debris on his body. Skin now clean sparkled brilliantly in the moonlight, as long navy blue hair pooled around his waist. Hollow silver eyes mirrored back at the moon as he smiled and walked into the night. “People will soon learn who Sakori is.” The owner of the name whispered as he slipped into the shadows.

 

 

The king of Big Shimaron sighed as he looked outside his carriage. He cursed that damned Maou. He wanted to imprison the Mazoku, and wipe them out. There was no need for there kind. The demon king made the devils seem like normal people. They were not!!! “Disgusting Mazoku.” Lanzhil growled as he noticed they had stopped. He peeked his head out as investigated. “Why have we stopped?” He asked as he noticed his personal guard rushing forward. Curiosity consuming him, he stepped out as he saw what they did. A man with a well built lightly tan physique, and long navy blue hair that cascaded down around his waist as sparkling silver eyes that threatened the very beauty of the stars. Had it not been for the fact that the man was exposed he would have thought him to possibly be a woman.

 

 

“Who are you?” The king asked as the man held his eyes and smirked. “I am Sakori.” He said. He looked at the beautiful man carefully. “Are you a Mazoku or a human?” Lanzhil asked as the nude man came closer to him. “I am neither, what is a Mazoku?” He answered as the human king sighed in relief. “I apologize, Mazoku are demons. Filthy race they are.” He spat as he stopped as the glacier look he was receiving.

 

 

“I am not a Mazoku or a Ningen. I am something far older then what you could comprehend.” He spoke as he unleashed the sheer strength of his power. The king and his protectors coward at the man as he could see that if he didn't act fast they would all die. “Wait! I have a proposition for you!” he called out as the blue haired man paused. “I'm listening.” He said as the ruler quickly responded. “You have great power. You also know nothing of this world if what you say is true. I will help you achieve your goals as I am a king of a nation and can use my power to help you. I have an enemy that I need to smite. Lend me your power and your aid so that we may both achieve what we desire.” He said as the figure looked at him coldly.

 

 

“Very well. I will accept your offer.” Sakori told him as the king quickly ordered a cloak to cover him. The ancient figure was ushered along side the king as they sped off into the distance. Sakori smiled to himself as he looked out the window. The foolish king would quickly learn and learn painfully well not to trust strangers…and Sakori would make sure he learned it soon.

 

 

Yuuri paced the halls excitedly as he could hardily contain his joy. He had been informed on the whereabouts of his daughter and found that she would be coming home today. *My little Greta…I wonder how she's grown. * He thought to himself as he sighed. “Wolfram when is she coming?” he asked as the blonde gave an irritated sigh. “Yuuri she'll be here within the day. You'll just have to suck it up and wait baka.” He huffed as he was quickly becoming irritated with Yuuri's constant repeating questions. “Is there nothing you can find to occupy your time until she gets here?” Wolfram asked as Yuuri sighed. “Forgive me Wolfram. I-I've just missed her so much. Has she changed at all?” he asked as the blonde beauty chuckled. “Well then I suppose your idiotic ranting can't be helped then. Also yes, she has since the last time you've seen her.” He sighed as he thought on their adoptive daughter. “Ahh is that so?” the double black smiled as he gazed out the window.

 

 

Wolfram looked at the Maou while becoming lost in his own thoughts. It had been a month since that day and so far their relationship hadn't progressed much. He was becoming frustrated and as such taking it out slightly on Yuuri. He sighed as he rested his head on his arm. *Why can't I show you how I feel? * He asked himself as he peered up and looked at the dark haired man. Yuuri had no idea how much he wanted him. But their relationship was far too unstable to pursue that just yet.

 

 

Another thing bothered him as well. There was still the situation, which surrounded him when he first arrived. He knew something happened to his Heika, but no one would reveal it to him, and he had yet to find it in him to ask Yuuri himself. “Yuuri Heika. Greta has just arrived.” Sangria informed them as Yuuri's face glowed. “Ah. Bring her to me.” He said, as the maid giggled and left.

 

 

Yuuri was beside himself in happiness. No one knew how much he had missed his daughter, and he thought of her constantly. It was then he realized something. How would she feel now that he had come back? Would she feel abandoned? Would she even want him to come back? Part of his joy faded as he was now scared. He didn't want that. The Maou was nervous now, as he didn't know what to expect. “W-Wolfram, how old is Greta now?” he asked as the blonde jumped while being pulled from his thoughts. “Ah, Greta is twelve now.” He informed as Yuuri looked on in surprise. “Twelve? That can't be right. She should be either eight or nine. I've only been gone two years.”

 

 

Wolfram looked on as he sighed. “It seems you've forgotten baka. Time moves faster here then it does on your world. Yuuri…you've been gone for four years.” The fire user said as the Maou looked on in disbelief. “F-four years? Wolfram surely you jest.” The Maou said as Wolfram looked on his eyes never leaving Yuuri's. “It's True. Greta is now twelve and the following year will have her thirteenth birthday.” He told him.

 

 

His mind struggled with the knowledge he was receiving. He had missed four years of his daughter's life…he could only hope that Greta would forgive him, and not think badly of him for being gone so long. *Greta…I hope you still love your papa. * He thought to himself as the now present attendant startled him. “Greta is now here to see you.” She announced as she bowed and left as a young woman entered the room. “Papa Wolf, why did you want to see me?” she asked as Yuuri just stood to the side and took her in. No longer was she the little girl he left behind. Her short brown hair hung to the middle of her back and her eyes were more hazel then ever. Greta was dressed in an outfit that was similar to Anissina's, expect the pants were black and the top was blue trimmed in silver, and the colors complemented her complexion excellently.

 

 

“That is somewhat true. There is someone here to see you Greta, but it is not me.” Wolfram told her as she looked as him with confusion in her eyes. He looked off to the side as she followed his gaze and gasped. There before her was a man that looked so much like her Papa Yuuri. She saw the pain that was in his eyes as he looked as her “Greta….” was all he managed to say as tears filled his eyes. “Y-you can't be…P-Papa Yuuri?” she asked hesitantly as he nodded. It was almost as if time had stopped. *This can't be real…. * she thought to herself as she shook her head. It was as if her dream had come to life just when she stopped believing.

 

 

Tears unknowingly left her eyes as she looked at the man who she loved more then anything…her other father. “Papa Yuuri!” she cried as she ran and hurled herself in his arms as he held her tight. She cried deeply into his shoulder as she could hear his cries join with hers. “Why? Why did you leave me? I thought you weren't coming back. Otou - san no baka.” She wailed as Yuuri held her. “Gomen ne. Gomen ne Greta. I promise that as long as I live I will never leave anywhere without you ever again.” He told her as he held her tightly almost afraid to let go.

 

 

Once the two had settled down Yuuri let her go and took her hand. “It seems we have some talking to do.” He told her as she nodded. “Yes Papa, we do.” She told him as they headed off to the garden as he looked back at Wolfram. “Arigato.” He mouthed as the blonde smiled and nodded while watching them walk off, the double black oblivious to the longing stare that was being cast his way.

 

 

Yuuri gazed on the flowers as they sat in the middle of the flower field. Neither one of them said anything as Yuuri realized that it was he who would have to break the silence. “Greta, how have you been?” he asked as she sighed. “I've been well Papa Yuu. But I want to know where have you been? Did something happen? Did you not love me or Papa Wolf anymore?” she asked as Yuuri quickly turned her face to his. “Greta, you and Wolfram are everything to me. There's no way that I would ever stop loving either of you, especially you Greta. You're my daughter, and nothing will ever change that.” he told her as he pulled away and ran a hand though his hair.

 

 

“As to why I've been gone. That was Shinou.” He told her. “Shinou?” she asked as he nodded. “Ah. He told me that he kept me away to save me, but he realized that did more harm then good, so he unblocked the pathway and called me here. This time I don't plan on going back. This is my home now, with all of you. I understand if you're angry with me. I don't blame you. I've been gone from your life for four years when for myself it was only two. Know that I never stopped thinking of any of you, and out of everyone you were always on my mind the most.” He told her as he saw a black flower tipped in blue and offered it to her. “Greta, you've grown into a lovely young lady.” He told her as she took the flower and smiled. “You promised not to leave anymore? Especially without telling me first?” she asked as he grinned. “Ah. I promised favorite daughter of mine.” He told her as she giggled and embraced him in a hug.

 

 

Wolfram watched the scene as he smiled. He had hoped the two would be able to patch things up, as he knew how much it had pained his daughter to have her other parent gone for so long. “Thought I'd find you two here.” He said loudly as Greta giggled and ran over to Wolfram. “Come.” She told him as she yanked the solider over to the Maou and placed them hand in hand. The fire user's cheeks stained red slightly as he looked at Yuuri, while their daughter giggled and ran in the middle of the field to pick flowers. “Ano, I'm glad that you worked things out with Greta.” He told Yuuri as the man smiled. “Ah, so am I. She, however is just one person off my list. I truly hope that you and I will be able to work things out.” The Maou spoke as Wolfram watched him lace their fingers. “A-Ah, as do I.” he blushed, they sat their grinning hand in hand while watching their daughter. A weight lifted off Yuuri's heart as he pulled the blonde to him causing the blondes head to touch his shoulder. * This is good. If things keep up this way, it can work. * He thought to himself as he leaned his head against Wolframs' and smiled.

 

 

He sighed as he walked down the hall. The castle was quite lively considering all the gossip that was running about concerning two nobles and one royal. “When will they learn?” the knight wondered as he turned the corner and looked upon a very familiar wrinkled forehead. “Hello Gwendal.” He greeted as his brother grunted. “I take it you find the current turn of events displeasing?” he asked as his older brother closed his eyes. “There are far more important matters then this.” He grumbled as Conrad gave a knowing smile. “That there is, but honestly I'm quite worried about Yuuri. I don't know if he's gotten over…that yet.” He sighed as Gwendal nodded.

 

 

“Ah, I'm concerned as well. Those two might be pushing him too fast.” He said as Sir Weller agreed. “I think we just need to-.” He began as a certain retainer rushing through the halls cut him off. “Sir Weller, Have you seen Yuuri Heika?” he asked as the poor man looked worried to death. “Ah. He's in the gardens with Greta and Wolfram.” He informed as the royal advisor seemed pleased and deflated all in one. “I-Is that so? Well good to see that he is well. Excuse me.” He bowed as he began to walk away. “Günter, I wish to speak with you.” Conrad began. “ We think you may be rushing things with Yuuri.” He spoke as Gwendal sighed. “You and Wolfram on this matter.” He said, as Günter looked them both in the eye. “I don't see how there is a concern. I would never push Yuuri Heika into something he couldn't handle.” The advisor informed.

 

 

Conrad sighed as he held the bridge of his nose. “Günter no one is accusing you of anything, but after the ordeal that Yuuri went through it may be a bit soon for any of you to pursue a relationship.” He said when violet eyes burned with determination. “I understand you concern for the Maou, but please be assured. Nothing will happen that will offset his progress, and until Yuuri picks either Wolfram or Myself…I'm not giving up.” He told them as he turned away. “I've wanted this for so long…and I'm not going to give it up until Yuuri Heika makes a decision.” He told them as they could see the resolve of his decision in his eyes. “I guess we have no choice but to see how this plays out huh Gwendal?” Conrad smiled, as The other man sighed. “It would seem so, Sir Weller. I'm taking my leave now.” He announced and walked away. Conrad faced Günter as he patted him on the shoulder while walking away. “Good luck Günter. May you both do well.”

 

 

Two months passed and Yuuri was amazed. All three of them had grown in their relationships with each other. Yuuri was now beginning to love Günter and Yuuri and Wolfram were fighting less and less and having more fun with each other. He grinned as he walked down the hall until he ran into someone. Instinctively he grabbed them before they could hit the ground and found himself looking into startled green eyes. “Are you ok?” he asked as they nodded.

 

 

He pulled them up as they dusted themselves off and bowed. “Thank you Yuuri Heika.” They told him as he grinned. “It's nothing, but how have you been Gisela? I haven't seen you in a while.” He said as she smiled. “I've been well Heika, but not nearly as well as you.” She grinned mischievously as a red hue took to his tan cheeks. `I-I-I'm not sure if I understand you Gisela, haha.” He stammered nervously, Gisela sauntered up to him with an impish grin. “Yuuri Heika, but you have two strapping beautiful men vying for your attention and your heart. Surely you must have taken one of them to your bed my now.” She spoke coyly, the king turning five different shades of red. “A-Ah, is that so? Well I must be off now. Ja ne!” he said quickly as he rushed off. Gisela laughed to herself as she walked off to her father's study to give him Lady Cheri's documents. “Watch yourself with who you pick Heika. I won't forgive you for hurting my father.” She thought to her self aloud as she disappeared around the corridor.

 

 

Wolfram walked into Yuuri's room as he found the Maou gazing out the window. He stood there for a moment watching the double black as he continued to look out the clear glass. It still amazed him to this day that everything was no longer a dream and Yuuri was here and with him. Not only that but he was able to openly pursue a relationship with him. The fact that Günter was openly giving his affections irritated him to no end, and not only that but him and the purple headed man were physical in a few of their encounters. He had witnessed and purposefully interrupted many of them before they could escalate. Why couldn't Yuuri be that way with him? He desired his physical touched more then anything. *Yuuri no baka* he thought to himself as he was pulled from his thoughts by the Maou.

 

 

“How long to you plan to stare at me before you say something Wolfy?” the black haired man teased as he turned playful eyes to green while the blonde blushed. “You're getting better. You could never sense if anyone was there before.” Wolfram said walking into the room and closer to Yuuri. The Maou smiled as he fingered a lock of pale yellow hair. “In all the time I've been gone, you have grown only more beautiful.” He said as the fire user became lost for words as he looked into captivating black eyes.

 

 

Yuuri pulled away much to Wolframs displeasure and sat along his bed. “So how have you been Wolfram?” he asked as the blonde rolled his eyes and sat alongside him. “You always ask me that every time you see me. Stop. It grows irritating.” He huffed while Yuuri apologized. “I didn't mean to Wolf. It's just… it's been so long I just wonder what all happened in the four years I was gone from your life. Call it an obsessive curiosity.” He smirked as Wolfram sighed. “And this is the man Shinou choose for our Maou.” He sighed when Yuuri poked him in his side. “And what's that suppose to mean?” the double black asked, he didn't miss how the solider jumped when he did that.

 

 

Filled with mischievousness in that moment, Yuuri jumped over and danced his fingers across the blondes' sides as he struggled to catch his breath over the peals of laughter that Yuuri was pulling from his lips. “O-Ok already!” he cried as the Maou smirked and let him go. Wolfram caught his eyes and his breath hitched as in that moment he had never looked more desirable to Wolfram as his long black hair was wild and his cheeks were flushed. Without thinking he snaked his hand around the back of Yuuri's neck and pulled him down for a kiss as he tried to dominate his mouth.

 

 

Shibuya was startled as out of instinct he pulled and shoved wolfram away. Frustrated beyond belief he did the only thing he knew. He hit Yuuri while silent angry tears fell from his eyes. “Why?” he asked when Yuuri looked on at him in surprise. “Why is it that I can't hold you? Why is it that I can't kiss you or show you physically how I feel for you? Why is it that I can't but he can?” Wolfram cried out as Yuuri's heart at that moment filled with Guilt. Without saying a world he went to the blonde in the middle of his bed and held him as he rocked him back and forth. “Gomen nasai.” He whispered over and over kissing his temple. “Wolfram Gomen ne. I never meant to hurt you.” He told him pulling the fire user to the side of the bed, facing him. “I think…it's time I told you.” Yuuri said as Wolfram looked at him with attentive eyes.

 

 

Yuuri stood while Wolfram followed his movement. “There is a reason why. At this particular time, I cannot handle being touched intimately by any man. If you wonder why it is Günter…it's because he has aided me in my recovery like no one else, also he has known and shared my pain. You however…my body has yet to trust you completely since that night.” He said quietly, embarrassment filled Von Belfield's cheeks. “I don't blame you as you were completely unaware, but the night that I returned…I was violated.” He said as the Wolfram's eyes widened in surprise. “V-Violated? Surely you don't mean-.” He began but he was cut off; Yuuri looked him dead in his eyes. “Ah Wolfram, its exactly as I mean. Twelve guys raped me. Five rode me by force while the rest forcibly entered and filled me. Wolfram, I was raped. This is a horror that I live, face, and deal with every day and will continue to do so for the rest of my life.” He said, Wolfram looked as he had just been struck across the face.

 

 

The Maou sighed he looked compassionately at Wolfram. “I understand if you need time to take this all in. I trust it's quite the shock for you.” He said. Wolfram looked at him tears began to flow from his eyes. “I'm sorry. Yuuri, I'm so sorry.” He cried. Yuuri pulled him close and held him as the blonde missed the tear that feel from his onyx eye as well. “I know Wolfy, I know.” The King whispered holding the man he loved, who cried for him.

 

 

He walked the halls seeking the one who was on his mind. It had been over a week since the man was last seen and that was unusual. He became use to him coming constantly to him. This was good as he and Wolf had been spending more time together, but the sad thing is that there was a now awkward feel to it. The fire user was having a difficult time coping with what he went through and Yuuri could feel it. “Günter where are you?” he murmured to himself as he thought of any place he might not have checked yet.

 

 

 

He sauntered off and headed to the library while he walked the dark and dusty halls. “Would he really be in here?” he thought to himself as he walked deeper into the old room. A faint glowing light caught his eye and he followed it, curious as to where it would lead…and also to who. He crept closer to the light and to his surprise he saw the one he hunted with piles and piles of books around him, his spectacles looked as if they would slip right of his nose. “So this is where you've been hiding from me” he announced as the man jumped nearly ten feet of the ground while Yuuri fought the urge to laugh. “H-Heika!” he shouted in surprised looking at the double black.

 

 

Yuuri smiled as he walked from the shadows and into the light. “So you've been in here the past week then?” he asked as Günter overcame the shock of seeing Yuuri beside him. “A-Ah. I've been…working on something.” He said with a smile as the double black quirked his brow. “Is that so? And what is it that you are working on that keeps you from me?” he asked while leaning into the royal advisor. “I-It's a surprise Heika.” He stammered as Yuuri chuckled and ran his fingers through a lock of Günter's hair. “I see. We shall find what it is you're doing here.” He told him, as he gave the older man a quick kiss on the cheek as he walked away.

 

 

Günter smiled as he watched his king walk away. “All in due time my Heika.” He said as he leaned back into his chair and sighed. “Ah that was close…too close for my liking.” He thought aloud to himself as he looked at the books he was going through. He knew what Yuuri was going through and was so happy to see that he was finally getting over the ordeal. He was going to ensure that Yuuri took another step further as his eyes took on a mischievous light. “You will definitely find out soon enough Yuuri.” He chuckled to himself as he delved into his books once more.

 

 

Yuuri was growing frustrated. Every time he went to check on what Günter was working on, the blasted man refused to tell him. He always insisted that it was a surprise and that he would have to wait, which Yuuri did not like at all. “Günter what the hell is it that your doing?” he grumbled as a voice startled him from his thoughts. “Pouting doesn't suit royalty you know.” Wolfram stated as Yuuri looked into amused emerald eyes. “I'm not pouting…I'm just irritated.” He defended as the blonde walked closer and pulled up his face. “Lower lip stuck out, slightly angry expression, red tint to your cheeks, and you were looking out the window. The last time I checked that was pouting.” He smirked when his eyes widened and he quickly let Yuuri go and walked away.

 

 

“Wolfram, things can't continue like this.” Shibuya sighed while making his way to the fire user. “I don't know what you mean.” Wolfram said pulling a paper from inside his jacket. “This is from Gwendal.” He said handing it to Yuuri and heading toward the door. “I'm fine really. I'll see you later Yuuri.” He waved as he disappeared from the frame and down the hall. Yuuri sighed looking at the form given as he thought about his blonde prince. *Wolfram…will you really be able to handle this? * He wondered as he left his room.

 

 

Günter pulled another dusty book from the shelf as he peered its contents. Coming to a realization he quickly pulled another one from the many stacks around him as he viewed a passage as everything he'd been working on came to place. “Finally.” He sighed in relief as he'd grabbed his research to perfect it. He grinned to himself as he thought of Yuuri; he could feel himself falling for the dark haired youth more and more every time he was with him. No other man or woman for that matter made his heart race like his beloved Heika. He often wondered at times, while he was away from Yuuri if Wolfram would take advantage of the situation presented to him.

 

 

The advisor knew he already had one up on the poor fellow and hoped that during the time he was gone they would have a more even playing field. “Wolfram, I really hope you get in this.” He mumbled to himself as he re-wrote a formula. He pushed the thought from his mind as he reviewed all the data he had collected. He couldn't worry himself with the blonde for the moment. There were other things more pressing to his mind. “Yuuri, I hope you enjoy this.” He spoke to himself as he gathered the rest of his files and went to see Anissina.

 

 

“These are the names of all the nations who were in alliance with us before your departure. Familiarize yourself with their names, customs, history if you will, and rulers. There is a chance they will attend the ball we will be holding for you.” Gwendal informed as Yuuri sighed. “Is that so? Thank you Gwendal. How is the security on our nation's border and what is the status of the people and the cities of Shin Makoku?” he asked. Gwendal furrowed his brow. “Security is stable and nothing has been breeched, far as we know. The moral of the people is low due to your absence.” He paused.

 

 

A saddened look cast upon his face thinking of the people in his country. *There must be something I can do for them. * He thought while Gwendal continued. “The people are restless as work is hard to come by, sickness is increasing, and crops are hard to sustain, and they have no certainty in their future. As for the cities, a few are managing ok however there are some who seem to be diminishing and need assistance.” He informed. “If these people need help then why haven't they received it?” Yuuri asked. “It's above us. The only one who can issue anything outside of Blood Pledge Castle is the Maou. To do so I would be overstepping my boundaries.” The general commented. “I see.” Yuuri stated.

 

 

“What do you intend to do in regards of the situation, Heika?” Gwendal asked. He thought on that. What could he do? There were a lot of repairs that needed to be done and most of it was because of him. He doubted he could tell the people that it was due to Shinou he'd been gone for four years. The people didn't have any idea it was truly he who was responsible for the forbidden box's incident anyhow, so they probably thought he'd run off. Guess it was a good thing that Gwendal came up with that lost at sea story after all.

 

 

“It seems in terms of the cities, we need to issue them the help that they need. Ask the head of each village what exact assistance they need. Also investigate to make sure that their claims are true and tell them to submit the list when complete. In terms of the people…it seems that I need to do something in their honor, and also hold a meeting to announce myself and give them an explanation. That's about all I can think of at the moment.” Yuuri sighed. Gwendal nodded, it seemed the brat had come a long way after all. “Very well. I will implement the orders as soon as you make an official document stating as such.” He bowed leaving the double black to his office and the mound of paperwork he was left to sign.

 

 

Yuuri's brow twitched, eyeing the offending parchment. “It figures you'd be as cold hearted as always, Gwendal.” He muttered. Sucking it up he pulled each decree and signed it as he saw fit. Hours later he pulled back, rubbing his eyes furiously. The lines were all blurring together, a clear sign that he'd been here too long. Considering he'd gotten through three monsterous stacks of the documents he'd say it was a pretty good start. A sigh escaping his lips he leaned back *I'll just rest them for a bit… * he trailed and closed his eyes.

 

 

“Should I really do this?” he though to himself. Von Christ was about to make a big risk. He'd made sure the room was beautiful as well as also looking his best…or at least as seductive as he could., which really wasn't that hard. *Pull it together you can do this. * He told himself. He was nervous. Everything had to be set right and he'd taken all the precautions…well he thought he did anyway. He'd spent days cooped up in a library because he wanted this that badly. He hated the time he had to spend away from his king. He missed the feeling of being in those arms and the taste of those lips, which if tonight went they way he planned, he'd have them again and then some.

 

 

The advisor looked at the lavender liquid filled bottle his fingers held. He'd gotten it from Anissina earlier that day when she'd completed his research and perfected it. The red headed inventor was ecstatic when he told her his plans…well the part that concerned the contents of the bottle anyway. How he planned to use it really didn't concern her. She'd tested it and it was a success, which honestly he was very nervous of, granted he was thankful that this time around he wasn't the test subject. “I can do this.” He told himself. He walked over to the mirror, taking in his appearance. “I wonder if this is really ok…” he mused, second guessing his attire. “Gah, why is this so nerve wracking!” he shouted in frustration.

 

 

He was 122 for crying out loud. This wasn't the first time he'd been seductive with a man before, so why was he acting like a timid virgin? “Heika, what you do to me.” He sighed. It amazed him how one boy, could make him feel like a foolhardy teenager again. *I wonder what he would think of me if he saw me in my younger days. * He thought, chuckling. Günter smiled to himself when he realized why he was acting so. He could feel it. He was beginning to fall in love with the black haired beauty. “Do you remember Yuuri? I do.” He whispered softly, fingering the clear bottle in his hands. He remembered the day the boy first came to Shin Makoku and he gave him his heart then.

 

 

He loved his innocence, kind nature and was honestly amazed at the changes he made to the nation. Günter adored him, and would follow him wherever he may go. However part of that was wrongfully stolen. Günter scowled in memory of the offence, he knew that was another reason he was nervous as well Conrad's words. “Enough of that.” He told himself firmly. Smiling he stood while holding the pillow that held the scent of the one who stole his heart. “This will work, everything will be fine and Yuuri Heika and I will be closer.” He nearly sung dancing himself in a circle. He thought on their previous encounters, a predatory gleam cast in his lavender eyes. “Just you wait Yuuri. This is a lesson I'll be more then pleased to teach you.” He purred, anticipation etched into his being until he could see the Maou.

 

 

“Papa? Are you Busy?” they asked, he smiled when he looked at his girl. “You know you're always welcomed Greta.” He told her, standing to stretch and sighed. “So what brings my lively beautiful daughter to see her old withering old man?” He joked. His grin spread even more when he heard her laugh. He still couldn't believe how close they had grown in the time they'd been reunited. It was almost like he'd never left and he was enjoying getting to know the young woman his daughter had become. He doubted he could ask for anything more. “Papa Yu, your anything but old. Besides, can't a daughter come and check on her father? We haven't spend much time together lately and I miss you.” She told him, coming close to his side.

 

 

Yuuri smiled, picking up his daughter, setting her in his lap. “Well I have all the time for you right now. So what's been going on with you, ne?” he asked. She smiled, snuggling into her parent's embrace. “Not much father, but I do believe that a lot has been going on with you.” Greta giggled, a lovely red hue adorning Yuuri's cheeks. “I-Is that so?” he stammered, he really didn't want to get into his personal life with his twelve year old daughter, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be avoided so easily.

 

 

“That is so Papa. So do you know who you will give your hear to? I think you should give it to Papa Wolf. Then the three of us can be real family.” She said softly, looking into dark eyes. The Maou sighed, holding his daughter. “I…I understand how you feel about that Greta. I do, but a lot of this depends on Wolfram too. He's been very mean to your Papa Yuuri while you've been gone. S-.” Greta interrupted him. “Otou-san, I'm not a kid so please, try to remember? Have you been physical with Wolfram?” she asked, completely catching him off guard.

 

 

“W-What? NO! And what's Wolfram been teaching you?!” he asked in awe and horror. Greta laughed, rolling her eyes. “Papa please, I've become a lot more bold and direct within the last four years. I know it's been a while and your last memory of me is when I was about six or seven, but I'm not that little girl anymore.” She said gently. Yuuri sighed; he smiled looking at his daughter. “You have a point Greta. You're not that little girl anymore. I apologize if it seemed I babied you.” He said. The princess hugged her father, playing with his long hair. “It's ok Otou -san, you're forgiven. But I do think that you should be with Wolfram. Is Günter really that special to you?” Greta asked. Yuuri smiled, thinking of the exuberant advisor. He knew that he had been so irate lately simply because the lilac haired main had yet to be in his presence and he missed that.

 

 

“I would have to say yes. He is that special to me. Not only that but he's helped me through one of the most difficult times in my life and that means more to me then anyone could ever know. Günter brings me such happiness and joy that I know that spending the days without him are hard on my heart.” He grinned while Greta nodded. “I see, and how does Wolfram make you feel?” the princess asked the king. “Wolfram…I feel excited, kind of like riding a bike for the first time. I wonder what each new day will bring and also a since of fulfillment. I guess because while I was gone, he was what I longed for, for so long. It still amazes me that we're trying, but I worry that this attempt might be in vain as…Wolf has learned some rather troubling things.” The ruler sighed. He still wondered if the blonde prince could handle what happened with him.

 

 

“You really do care for them both don't you?” she asked, the king sighed. “I really do. Right now I have more of a relationship with Günter then I do Wolfram. Your father is quite the stubborn man, and only recently told me how he felt. When during that time I thought he'd despised me. So now he and I are trying to see if maybe something can happen while also dealing with…certain limitations.” He told her. Greta sighed. “Papa Wolf you baka.” She stood from Yuuri's lap and turned to smile at him. “Let your heart lead you then and do the best you can. I will be rooting for my Papa Wolf, but over all I want you to be happy.” She beamed.

 

 

The double black smiled, standing to walk with his daughter. “I'm sure this seems most complicated, while I wont deny that it is. Heh when you get older, you'll meet someone I hope who will be special to you.” He told his daughter while she laughed. “Eh, um Greta?” he questioned, waiting for her to calm down. “S-Sorry Otou - San. It seems there's quite a bit I didn't tell you. I'm already being courted.” She told her father, the two of them heading to the door. “EH?!” Yuuri exclaimed. “W-When did this happen? Who is he? Where is he from? And why?” he questioned making Greta laugh all the more. “Oh Papa, it's ok really. This happened earlier this year, it also happened because we realized exactly how we felt for each other since we were together all the time. Also you know them and it's not a `he' father…it's a she. I'm dating Beatrice.” She told her father, her face sparkled with joy.

 

 

Yuuri stood there completely dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that his Greta had begun dating a girl. Well he supposed it wasn't any different then his relationship with both Wolfram and Günter. “I- I see, Beatrice huh? I'm sure she's a lovely girl still as when I last saw her.” He told her. He looked upwards, running a hand through his hair sighing. “So much for being a grandfather huh?” He smiled while she rolled her eyes. “Father you really are the worst student ever. Same sex couples are capable of having children just like other couples. It's a bit trickier for female couples, so you don't have to worry. If she and I get married we'll be sure to give you lots and lots of grandbabies.” She teased. Shibuya grinned, closing the door and turned in the hall. “Yeah, yeah I'm sure you would. Anyhow I'm beat. Let's go on to bed.” He said, stifling a yawn. She smiled taking his hand. “OK Otou - san. Let's go.” She giggled while the two walked off chatting the whole way.

 

 

He was tired. Between Gwendal, Maou work and Greta he was ready to end the long day. “Maybe a bath will help relax me.” He thought. He needed to see Conrad soon. The knight knew the people best and he needed to figure out what might be the best route in winning the people over again. “Damn that Shinou, making everything so bloody complicated.” He growled. He gave a sigh of relief when his door came into view. Everything would be fine as soon as he sunk himself into his pillows, then he was out for the night. “But first a bath.” He muttered, stumbling in his door way.

 

 

“Ahh, now to get ready.” He thought aloud, closing his door. Yuuri yawned, making his way to his bed when he froze at what he saw. There lay his advisor in the most indecent nightgown he'd ever saw. Yuuri smiled, running a hand along the silky fabric, brushing his hand along his hips. “You come to my room like this and you fall asleep?” he said aloud, chuckling while shaking his head. The Maou smirked, thinking of a way to awaken his lovely lilac haired companion.

 

 

Yuuri crept in the bed beside his advisor and jumped earning a squeak from the lilac haired man, popping him a good two feet in the air. “H-Heika?” Günter asked, Yuuri unable to keep from laughing. “G-Gomen ne Günter. I couldn't resist…but speaking of resisting, that is quite the provocative ensemble.” The Maou grinned wickedly. Günter thought he would have lost it right there. *Ah, I feel asleep.* He realized. He recomposed himself and sauntered over to the double black.

 

 

“Yuuri Heika, there is something that I want from you.” He whispered, quickly cutting to the chase. The black haired boy unknowing crawling backwards halting at his headboard while the predatory advisor straddled his hips. “I-Is that so? And what is it that you wish of me?” Yuuri asked. Günter smiled, leaning down and captured the Maou's lips in a searing kiss. Pulling back, he breathed against his ear. “All I want is you.” Yuuri shuddered against the whispered words, his dark eyes piercing deep violet. “Günter….” Came the rugged whisper, snaking his hand into lilac hair before bringing him down in a deeply heated kiss. Tan hands roamed over the pale skin before him as he left scorching trails against the other's skin.

 

 

Günter gasped, struggling to maintain his thoughts. Kissing was not the only thing he wanted right then and he needed the ability to speak before he went any further. He reached for Yuuri's hand and kissed them as he looked into onyx eyes. “Yuuri.” He breathed as the Maou waited for him to speak. “What is it Günter?” he asked, his voice overly seductive. The advisor shivered. *No.* He told himself. He wanted him to know his feelings before anything else went further.

 

 

“Yuuri, while it's true that I want you, I don't just want you physically. I want all of you. Most importantly however, I want your heart. I know that the ordeal you went through made you suffer and I only wish that our bond could have formed some other way but I am grateful for it nonetheless. You have no idea the joy your bring me.” Günter bit his lip nervously trying to find the words to go on. “Günter.” Yuuri sighed, emotion thick in his voice, his hands ghosting a trail along a pale cheek. The purple-headed man looked at his king, holding up a small vial in his hand.

 

 

“I know that the ordeal was hard on you and everyone else, but I want to be with you. Also If you allow me, I can offer you a way that our time together will not be plagued by the memories that you always push away.” He said quickly, trying to read the look that came over Yuuri's face. “Also if this just isn't the time then I understand as well. I would never want to push you into something you're not ready for or do not wish to do.” Guntar quickly added. The Maou looked at the older man, thinking very carefully. He could not deny the want he had for his advisor, but was he ready to push aside what happened to him?

 

 

Coming to a decision, he smiled, pulling the attendant into a gentile kiss. “I trust you Günter. I desire you as well, and as long as it's with you…I trust you.” He said softly. Von Christ smiled, holding the bottle in his hand; he pulled Yuuri in a chaste kiss. “I truly think you'll like this.” He whispered, downing the contents of the container. The Maou looked on in wonder, waiting to see what effects the liquid contained. It was that moment; Günter glowed in a faint purple light and changed.

 

 

Yuuri squinted through the light, when he felt arms encircle him and pull him close. Eagerly giving in he crashed his mouth against the one seeking his and dominated the addictive cavern. A soft moan escaped from the other as Yuuri continued his assault leaving white-hot trails along ivory skin. His hands wandered to the edge of the fabric bunching it up when he paused. He leaned up looking down as he noticed the definite and distinct changes that occurred. Gunter…was now a she.

 

(I apologize if this scene seems a little awkward. I didn't know how to refer to Günter in his female form as a he, she, it or what after he transformed, so please bare with it and I hope you enjoy this story. Feedback to help for this part would be greatly appreciated.)

 

“A-Ano, Günter?” he questioned, hazy purple eyes found his, as melodic feminine voice escaped from his lips. “Yes?” he whispered eagerly seeking the double black's touch. Yuuri broke apart from the kiss once more as he looked down at the female version of Günter. Both were equally intoxicatingly beautiful. “I hate to interrupt here, but-“ and the Maou was effectively cut off by the other's seeking hands that slipped their way into his slacks. “You ask too many questions Yuuri. I'm in too much need to answer them and in a few minutes so will you.” His voice purred musically, shoving Yuuri flat on the bed, quickly sliding down his lower garments before he could protest and captured his lips in a searing kiss while increasing his arousal with soft feminine hands.

 

 

That was all he needed as Yuuri growled, effectively flipping the female Günter on his back, locking his lips on a rather delicate spot near his collarbone. “Yuuri.” Günter breathed. The Shukoku growled as he aligned himself against his advisor's center, grinding against him to relieve the tension. A strangled moan escaped the retainer's lips as violet eyes darkened in pleasure. He was franticly trying to move his hips along with Yuri's hoping for some kind of release. “Yuri, onegai.” Günter rasped, clinging desperately to the Maou, while searching his own body for his hidden bud.

 

 

Grabbing the wondering hand, the Mazoku looked down at his ivory skinned companion. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at the lovely vision the purple haired beauty made, raking his hand across Günter's heated flesh. Yuuri's arousal demanded its need. It boiled inside of him, begging for satisfaction from the all too willing vessel beneath him. “Günter…are you sure you want this?” He asked, doubt began filling him as he began to wonder if he really was loveable enough for this. Without saying a word, delicate pale arms wrapped themselves around him, pulling him into an explosive kiss. No words were needed as Günter poured all the love he had for the black haired boy into that single kiss.

 

 

Drunk with the onslaught of emotions, Yuuri threw thought and caution to the wind as he focused on pleasing his lover as he kissed and nipped blazing trails down hot pale skin. The Maou slowly licked the skin above the damp thin clothed barrier that kept him from his destination while Günter shuddered. “Yuuri.” Günter hissed, opening himself even more while slender hands fisted themselves within the covers. A smirk played across the double black's lip as he continued his assault on the lavender beauty's skin, thankful at that moment for his experience with the female body while his skillful fingers finally slipped their way beneath the fabric barricade.

 

 

A strangled cry emerged from Günter's lips, as he bit bottom lip. *Wha-What was that? Kami please let him to that again. If this is what I get to feel having a female body, I definitely have to do this again * He thought to himself as he felt Yuuri's finger brush across a bundle of nerves that had him staggering. Not one to be outdone, Günter snaked his fingers along the thin fabric of his king's personals desperate for the feel of skin. “You're far to overdressed.” The retainer purred, slowly stripping his Heika of the black shirt he wore, pulling it over black hair. Günter's mouth watered, gazing at the toned tan skin of the demon king. Desire racked his body as trembling hands fumbled at the dark cloth, eager to remove them from view. He couldn't believe that after all this time; it was finally going to happen…Yuuri would become his even if just for a moment, he was his. “Yuuri.” He breathed.

 

 

The double black grinned as he took delicate hands and kissed them softly. “Günter, you don't have to rush. We have all night and I'm not going anywhere. I want you to enjoy this as well so relax and let me take care of you.” He said softly. Günter only nodded, obeying his king, absently wondering the slip of cloth to the outfit, as Yuuri's mouth attacked a sensitive spot on his color bone. Günter's mind whirled, when finally he felt a long digit enter his feminine entrance, and a moan escaped from pinkened lips. Yuuri was beside himself in satisfaction as he finally removed that flimsy piece of fabric that imitated a pair of undergarments. He looked in wonder as he slowly touched the faint line of purple hair as his eyes looked on to obvious from of Günter's current femininity. *He really is all girl right now. * He thought, slipping his fingers down between the folds.

 

 

A devilish smirk crossed his features, leveling himself with the area. The Maou nipped a trail along the apex of his thighs, stilling the attendants' hips with his hands; purposefully avoiding the area of much needed relief. Finally he dove in, giving Günter what he wanted. A strangled scream filled the air when Yuuri's tongue danced along the sensitive jewel. Addiction flooded through him while Yuuri devoured his very core. He had to taste every inch and explored this new part of his body with fervor. His heated tongue danced over the sensitive bud relentlessly while Günter slowly became undone. “Yuuri!” He cried, his world turning bright. Hands ripped at the Maou's ebony locks and Yuuri felt the body shudder violently beneath him, tasting their release. Giving the petals a long heated kiss, which had Günter screaming, he pushed himself up, and looked into indigo eyes that left him aching even more then he already was.

 

 

A pair of thin arms crashed him down, devouring his mouth. “I-I want you.” He rasped while the king chuckled, effectively pressing his impressive arousal directly into their hip. Günter gasped as he felt his lovers need *No no, this wont do. I'll show him he's not the only one who's skilled. * He thought. Günter, ignoring his own aching need pushed Yuuri on his back once more while engaging in a fierce kiss. “It's my turn now lover. I do believe you will enjoy this.” He cooed. He slid down that gloriously tanned body, worshiping it along the way. He came eye to eye with that evil cloth and ripped it away fully exposing Yuuri to his hungry view.

 

 

 

 

His mouth watered as he eyed the golden appendage. “Yuuri, your perfect.” He whispered, ghosting his fingers along the length. Yuuri hissed at the feather light touch he was receiving. *Kami I'm gonna go nuts if he doesn't do something soon. * The Maou thought, now fully aware of how long he denied himself. Willowy digits encircled themselves around him, easing some of the pressure off their loved while he released a sigh. His hands set a slow and steady rhythm, playing and toying with the over sensitized flesh that was at his command. “Günter, onegai.” He pleaded, so aroused it nearly hurt. A heated object left scorching trails along his engorged length “Gunter.” He growled, fisting his hand in lilac tresses.

 

 

Günter moaned around the thick velvet shaft behind his lips. Everything about Yuuri was just so perfect, so right. A smirk playing at the edge of his lips hearing his lovers cries. *Oh how much more I have to show you Yuuri. * He thought, drawing blazoned wicked trails with his tongue. The final card was when the fair skinned man, dug harshly at his slit before pulling him into his mouth fully. “Ah!” Yuri groaned, coming harshly. Günter eagerly drank the hot thick liquid that came in spurts. Wanting to pull more delicious sounds from his lips, the advisor renewed his attack on the Maou's sensitive flesh, causing him to cry out. “Günter!”

 

 

Slowly he haze lifted from his mind, he looked down to see his companion toying with him still. Yuuri pulled him into a dualing kiss. “Who would have known that Von Christ was such a perverted retainer.” He chuckled at the man. “I am only this way with you, my Heika.” He whispered. Unable to wait any longer, he laid on his back exposing himself to view, offering himself fully to the dark haired king. “Onegai.” Günter whispered eagerly. Never had the sword instructor needed anyone as badly as he needed Yuuri right then.

 

 

Yuuri was only too happy to comply placing himself at his lover's womanly passage, he paused. “Günter, I need to ask you something important.” He said suddenly, pulling his lover from his lust induced state. “What?” he said irately. “This potion, did it make you girl in every way? If this is a new feminine body, there's a chance that this will hurt.” Yuuri said slowly. It was then that Günter picked up what he was saying. There was a chance this female body could be a virgin. “Then go slow when you enter. I don't care if it hurts I just want you in me.” He pleaded.

 

“All right.” He replied, slowly pushing himself inside the tight sheath when he felt it. Reaching forward he caught Günter's lips in a searing kiss, pushing himself fully inside. “Are you all right?” he asked, shuddering from the overwhelming desire to move. He was speechless. Never had he imagined such a pain. It was almost worse then the first time he bottomed. He wouldn't let such a thing as stop him. Günter wanted this and knew it would feel much better if he moved. “Yuuri, I'm fine.” He whispered, leaning forward to kiss his brow. “What I need however, is for you to move.” He said softly.

 

 

Yuuri pulled out and pushed back in, sighing in content on the vice like grip that encased him. He set an even pace, dipping down to play with the twin mounds currently residing on the pale chest, enjoying the mewls and moans he was pulling from the beautiful mouth. Günter was beside himself, relishing in the way Yuuri filled his current body completely. He could feel the fire growing in his belly, but wanted more. “Yuuri, more.” He panted, lifting himself into the driving force that was his Maou.

 

 

The double black groaned, feeling the way Günter timed himself, squeezing him tighter. His will to keep it even was waning. “Kami, you feel so good.” He sighed, shifting his angle a bit. It was that moment, the attendant let out a strangled shout. “Do it again.” He begged. They were both so needy, that Yuuri decided the only thing he needed to do was please the beautiful creature beneath him, and so he did.

 

 

The Maou shuddered under the deliciously wicked heat that consumed, wanting nothing more then to ram himself fully into his lover. Yuuri didn't want to just have sex. He wanted Günter to feel the love he had. Setting a steady rhythm, he captured them in a kiss sliding down to pull a pert nipple into his mouth as his other hand gave apt attention to the mothering mounds on his chest. A cry escaped from Günter's lips as he pushed up his hips, meeting thrust for thrust.

 

 

Günter wanted to enjoy this longer, he wanted to draw it out, but was in too much need. Latching his mouth on a sensitive spot behind Yuuri's ear, he felt the other's tension, licking the shell of their ear. “Yuuri, I wont break. Please, love me the way we both want it, so we can both be satisfied.” Gunter rasped. Yuuri's body stilled for a moment, a shudder racking his form. Before the attendant knew what his him, Yuuri shifted his angle, pulled out and was ramming him for all he was worth. A scream escaped his lips when Yuuri shifted again hitting a beautiful spot that had him seeing stars and wanting more. “Oh gods, yes just like that, onegai don't stop.” He cried as he clung to the Maou for dear life, while reaching around to bury a finger into his dark hole to increase his own pleasure.

 

 

Yuuri pulled them upright, the new position causing him to penetrate his lover even deeper as feminine cries echoed in his ears. He removed their hand, replacing it with his own talented, nimble fingers, taking his lover for all the Maou was worth as his speed picked up tenfold. *I want this to last forever. * Shibuya thought to himself as he struggled to hold off his own release. “Günter…” He grunted, catching the others attention. He leaned forward resting his lips against the retainer's ear, whispering four words that sent liquid fire directly between his legs that has his feminine part gushing, “You belong to me”. Unable to deal with the onslaught of emotions, the lilac haired beauty came as a strangled cry spilled from pink lips. “Yuuri!”

 

 

The double black groaned, feeling the walls around him tighten almost painfully so, bringing him over his edge. White hot, liquid fire coursed though his veins, coming deeply inside his lover beneath him. He fell over to the side; heavy panting filled the room, slowly coming from his physical high. Obsidian eyes found deep violet and the ruler grinned, pulling them into his arms. He tucked them under his head, slowly stroking their side, preparing for a much-needed sleep. “Ano…Yuuri?” a musical voice called to him. Opening an eye he looked down into the blushing feminine face of his advisor. “Yes Günter?” he questioned calmly, tracing lazy circles along his hip. “Y-You might want to pull out. I don't know what would happen once I resume my original form.” Günter said awkwardly.

 

 

A devious grin splayed across the Maou's face, pulling the pale form over his, as they now rested on his chest, which also pushed him in deeper. “Have you considered my dear, that I might not be finished yet?” He taunted leaning forward, brushing his lips against their ear. “I'll remove myself from you once I've made you hoarse.” He whispered, licking the shell of the ear, while Günter shivered. “Is that so, Yuuri Heika?” Von Christ asked in a challenging air, a playful fire lit behind his eyes. Yuuri grinned as he caused a rather delicious moan to slip from those addicting lips. “Well, We'll just have to see won't we?” The king asked, fingering Günter's sensitive jewel. A moan filled the room, the two engaging in their `challenge' for the remainder of the night.

 

 

A lone figure wandered the castle ground, lost in thought as he wondered what to do in terms of his current predicament. “Yuuri, I don't think I know what to do.” He whispered, a tear slipped from pain filled green eyes. It would be exactly a month since he learned the fact that Yuuri had been violated. He burned inside when he thought of the filth that dare put their hands on him, but as for the black haired boy himself…Wolfram was lost. How could he just act like it hadn't happened? He knew he had to put a check on it soon, since he could tell it was beginning to consume him. Other feelings came to mind as well. Guilt. Guilt when he thought of the time that he forced that kiss on Yuuri, if only he had known he would have never done such a thing. He would have been more careful, he would have been less harsh, so many things he would have done differently had only he known.

 

 

A sigh escaped his pale lips, turning the corner, the blonde headed out the castle doors. As it stood with Yuuri, he didn't know. Therefore the mistakes he made were not so easy to erase. “Yuuri, how is it you've become so strong.” He whispered to himself. “It seems something's bothering you I take it?” a voice asked, startling him out of his thoughts. “C-Conrad!” He said quickly, looking into the eyes of his hybrid older brother. “How long have you been there?” he asked. The soldier smiled slightly, taking in the form of his younger brother. *Wolfram, I'm sorry we've made you suffer. * He thought to himself. “I've been here for sometime now. Come with me.” He said, turning around toward the training grounds.

 

 

Puzzled, Wolfram followed his brother wondering where they were going and why. *Why am I following him anyway? I should just turn around. * The blonde thought to himself, and was precisely going to do so when the shining of a blade caught his eye. Quickly he darted away, drawing his own sword to defend himself. “What's the meaning of this Conrad?” he demanded, guarding against the heavy onslaught of attacks his brother was sending his way. “Is this really the best of your skill? Surely as a Von Bielefeld you can do better then this?” Conrad taunted, inwardly hiding the smirk that threatened to crease his lips.

 

 

An angry cry bellowed from the prince as he brandished his sword. It was then nothing could be heard expect the dangerous crash of blade against blade when the blonde made a wicked counter attack. Anger was all he could feel as he slashed his sword hazardously close to Weller Kyo's face. Wolfram grunted, pressing the knight back, Conrad was desperately on his toes. It was when Wolfram started to summon his fire element that he decided it was time to bring this match to a close. Effectively disarming him along with knocking him to the side, Conrad breath came heavy while extending a hand out to his younger brother. “That's enough Wolfram. Do you feel better now?” he asked.

 

 

Green eyes looked up in confusion as realization crept in them. Taking the hand he looked down ashamed. “I'm sorry Conrad. I didn't mean t-.” he began while cut off. “Wolfram, it's fine. I expected as much. As I asked before however, do you feel better?” he asked again. Wolfram closed his eyes for a moment. He opened him in amazement, realizing that he indeed felt lighter, freer, and could think better. Nodding he walked a ways to the side. “Arigato…Aniki.” He whispered softly. Conrad smiled widely, walking over to the younger boy. “Now that your head is clear, follow me.” He instructed. Wolfram looked on before sighing and followed behind.

 

 

The two came across a clearing where an old log rested, a clear view of the stars were opened for all to see. The grass was a deep rich green and not far away was a large river. It truly was a lovely sight. “Conrad, where are we?” he asked taking in his new surroundings. A heavy sigh came from the knight, turning he rested on the aged piece of wood, looking directly into emerald eyes. “This is where Yuuri was found.” He announced, dark jade eyes widened in surprise. Walking slowly, he sat near the soldier staring off into the stars.

 

 

“Wolfram, I think now is a time where you must decide what it is you'll do. You can either continue being a boy or you can walk down the path of a man.” He stated. “I am a man! I've led countless into battle and fau-.” He began until Conrad silenced him. “Wolfram, you are a magnificent soldier, the best there is. However though you are a good fighter, the way you are in terms of matters that are not related to the battlefield, are that of a boy. You have shown temper tantrum after tantrum in terms of our Heika and that is not appealing. I know you feel it. That Yuuri's left you behind. Before he left it was you who was more in the adult role, and now the roles have changed and you feel like a child in his eyes.” He said the last part gently.

 

 

Silent tears welled in his eyes, for he knew the other's words to be true. There was a maturity gap between him and Yuuri. This is what also made it difficult for him to be around the young king. Conrad's words were right and he'd blinded himself to the truth of the matter. He did feel like a child. He never thought that Yuuri would have changed when he returned, so he himself did not feel the need to grow up, wanting to stay the way that Yuuri would remember him as.

 

 

In light of recent events, Wolfram knew that Yuuri was no longer the same naive boy he was entrusted to protect. He had grown from the situation he was forced to go through into a man, and along the process Wolfram was left behind. “How could I have been such a fool?” he whispered to himself. Brown eyes watched compassionately, knowing that things would get a big difficult for the boy before they became better. “The question is, what are you going to do, Wolfram?” Sir Weller voiced calmly. “You know what's happened to Yuuri. The reason we kept this from you is because we felt that you wouldn't be able to handle it and thought it best to save you as much grief we could. Whatever pain you've suffered from our trying to protect you, I apologize.” Conrad spoke to Wolfram seriously.

 

 

“Wolfram, I need to know first how do you feel.” He stated, for his younger brother was far too quiet for comfort. A sharp breath passed his lips, he looked pointedly into his brother's chocolate gaze. “How do I feel?” he questioned hotly. “I'M ANGRY!” he shouted, standing to his feet. “I don't understand why something so horrible had to happen to someone who is so pure. How someone could touch something that was mine. I've never wished to take a human's life more then when I found out what happened.” He whispered savagely. “I'm enraged that I've squandered my chance to be with him and Günter is moving in to where I should be. I'M THE ONLY DAMN ONE THAT SHOULD BE EMBRACED WITH HIM NOT THAT …PEST!” he bellowed, balling his fist to his side.

 

 

“More then anything…I'm angry at myself. I don't know how to face him. I don't know how to act around him or any of that. Conrad I've never been around someone who was taken that way. What do I do? What do I say? I feel that anything I try, would only go up in flames.” He whispered, deep sadness coating every word. The knight stood, pulled his younger brother into an embrace, smirking some when emerald eyes widened in surprise. “It's never easy when someone you love is hurt.” He whispered, gazing at the moon.

 

 

Ruffling blonde locks, he sighing deeply while he continued. “Yuuri is still Yuuri no matter what has occurred, however if you were in his shoes would you want someone dear to you to distance themselves? Our Heika is strong and he has been conquering this demon on his own, with Günter's support. I think he would he exceedingly happy to have your support behind him as well as he goes through this hardship.” He voiced stepping away from his brother. He walked off turning back to look as the contemplating youth. “Do you love him?” he asked suddenly.

 

 

Startled he turned. “What?” he questioned. “I asked if you loved him.” he repeated calmly. Wolfram scoffed. “Of course I love him! I would do anything to protect him.” he snapped, eyes blazed with a protective green fire. “If you truly love him then you will accept him and the obstacles that have occurred. You know that you are not the only one vying for his attention so the longer you remain unsure in your standing, the closer your competition gets. If you truly love him and can get past the changes that have occurred, then go to him tomorrow; however, if you can't then hold your feelings within you and step aside. You won't be able to win him with an unsure heart.” He told his brother wisely, leaving him to his many thought and the stars.

 

 

A groan spilled from his lips, turning he buried his nose into the silky tresses beneath him. His groggy mind became clear as images of the night replayed in his mind, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Yuuri was a very happy man that morning indeed. Carefully turning to his side, he peered down at the man to was safely nestled in the crook of his arm. Sunlight spilled in the room dancing along ivory skin while he watched. This man was undoing so many things since his return. Slowly but surely the ache in his heart was easing with every affectionate word and touch. Last night has been amazing and just felt so…right. He was truly beginning to think that he might love the flamboyant man.

 

 

A shudder coursed though him that had nothing to do with the cold as he recalled the pleasures he entitled himself too within the man's female form. Gently he stroked the side of his face, softly tracing every line until the one beside him began to stir. Violet eyes looked up at him with wonder, a crooked smile displaying sheepishly on his tanned face. “Gomen ne. I woke you didn't I?” he asked, feeling slightly guilty at waking the other before they were ready. Günter snuggled further into Yuuri's warmth, giving a contented sigh. “As long as you're the one waking me I have no complaints no matter what the need may be.” He spoke, a suggestive air coloring his words, which caused the demon king to redden slightly. “You know for someone so cheery, you certainly have a dirty mouth, you know that?” he voiced sarcastically.

 

 

A smirk played on long pale lips, staring heatedly into dark eyes. “If I recall correctly, my mouth wasn't the only one doing lurid things last night. For you to have that much skill with your tongue in accordance to the female body, would suggest that you were rather reckless in our absence.” He noted, hiding the slight bite of jealously he felt thinking on those words. Knowingly Yuuri snaked a hand around his neck as he pulled him into a soul-scorching kiss. “Whatever talents I have, you rang supreme as there is no lover out there who can best you.” He purred seductively when a knock sounded on his door startling him out of current task.

 

 

“Heika? Gwendal has summoned you. He says that your presence is urgently needed.” One of the servant girls called to him, thankfully staying respectively out of his room. He knew had it been one of the main four of his servants, they would have entered on their own and then their would have been and awkward situation alone with the scalding gossip that was sure to follow. Growling a small curse, he quickly pulled himself out of the bed, throwing on a pair of black silk pants with a loose matching robe to go over it. Cracking the door, he gave the servant a warming smile. “Thank you, and please tell Gwendal that I will be there shortly. I kind of had a rough night last night so sleep evaded me.” He sighed as she gave him a worried look fighting the blush staining her cheeks. “Yuuri Heika would you like me to fetch Gisela?” she asked, truly concerned for his health.

 

 

Yuuri smiled, reaching he petted her head affectionately. “I appreciate you concern, but I'll be all right. Let him know that after I bathe I'll be their shortly.” He told her kindly. The servant girl smiled, bowing respectively looking fondly at her ruler. “As you wish Heika. I hope that you health quickly restores.” She told him softly, turning down the hall with her currently appointed task. A low chuckle spilled from his lips while he closed the door. “They adore you, you know.” Günter told him affectionately. “I know.” he whispered quickly returning to the warmth of his bed as well as that of the man beside him.

 

 

A question now brought forth he looked down at the lilac haired beauty who currently rested in his arms. “Günter….” He began softly. “Hmm?” the other replied lazily, completely content where he was. “I have a question about lat night.” He sighed. Turning he glanced to look at the youth who stole his heart. “What is it, Yuuri?” he asked. “I want to know why a female? I mean not that I'm complaining.” He added quickly. “However, while it was great…I guess to me it just didn't feel like the real you.” He said quietly.

 

 

He closed his eyes, thinking on those words. “I chose a female form, because I felt that if I were to come to you as a male, then you would be plagued by the memories of what has happened. I did not want out first coupling to be that way. I felt that I retaining a female form would allow you to fully enjoy yourself without the thoughts of what occurred. Was I wrong?” he asked, an eerie calm covering his voice. Yuuri quickly pulled him into a crushing hug, capturing his lips with his own. “No, everything was perfect thank you. I just wanted to know.” Looking out the window he groaned, resting his head against the other. “What's wrong?” he asked. “I really don't feel like Maou duties.” The double black sighed, pulling himself upright. Standing a small smirk crossed his lips he disappeared into the closet. Emerging he held a black cloak within the bend of his arm.

 

 

“If I have to work I'm sure you do as well, to do so you need clothes and I doubt you want the entire castle looking at you in that.” He grinned, amused by the ardent red that stained his retainer's cheeks. “Come, there's a passage over here he mumbled, effectively sneaking the elder demon out of his room, and readying himself for a day of Gwendal's silent torture. Thinking of last night a lewd grin stretched against his cheeks. Somehow he didn't seem to mind.

 

 

Eyes glared heatedly into the wall before them. Lying on his back a black look cast upon his face, gazing upward. Last night did not bode well with him; he couldn't help the sinking feeling deep within the pit of his stomach. He felt that he was falling further and further behind and knew that to the many words he received there was truth in all of it. The question at hand was, what would he do about his situation? He could always hide; pull up his thick shield that protected him from the world, however doing such would not get him what he wanted.

 

 

A dark smile splayed on his lips, thinking of all his actions and words recently dealing with the predicament he was in now. His brother was right. He was a fool, a childish fool and honestly he could think of not one reason he should have been given a second chance. Even now, when the person he loved needed him most, he tucked his tail and hid, hid himself behind the safety of his walls. What good however were his walls, when he was alone at night? What good were walls when he lie awake cold and aching, what good were his precious walls when his heart cried with sorrow, wanting nothing more then for one person in particular who haunted his thoughts, dreams, and soul to love him?

 

 

*You truly are smarter then you look, knight. * He thought with a smirk. Lifting himself off the bed his thoughts turned inward. He had a choice to make. As of now he could continue down the path he was going, watching his love and best friend slip through his fingers. A stinging sensation pricked his eyes, lingering on that particular thought. He quelled his urge to cry, he'd already shed enough tears for a lifetime, and there was no need for him to make more. This was the moment when he had to decide if he would do what it takes.

 

 

An irritated sigh fell from pink lips, standing he looked himself harshly in the mirror of his room. Emerald eyes sneered at his, his lips formed in a deep frown. Would he continue down that known path? Or would he grow up and take responsibility? A hollow chuckle danced its way out of his mouth and he shook his head. “I'm going to take your advice and make you proud.” He whispered. He was no longer going to take the role of a child. He was better then that…he deserved better then that.

 

 

He ran a brush quickly through his loose long blonde locks that now rested a little below his shoulder blade, not bothering with tying it back. Wolfram walked with determination pouring from every fiber of his being. No longer would he be a childish fool, he would become a man his family and friends could be proud of. He would be the person that could be there for Yuuri; he would be the person he could turn to. There were many a things that needed to be settled, and oh how he longed for that. There were also many things he needed the other's forgiveness for if they were ever to have a real relationship.

 

 

He knew that it wouldn't be easy; there may even be moments where he would succumb to his childish nature that had been with him for so long. That would not stop him. He would fight his childish instincts or die trying. He finally had the chance to be with the person that he wanted since the day the he fell from the heavens and into his heart. Stepping into the hall way he hunted for his intended. “Yuuri, just wait and see. I'll be the man we both know I can be.” He said silently.

 

 

It wasn't long before the blonde was victorious. There were only a few places that he would be if he wasn't in his quarters. Looking at his dark visage behind the stacks of paper, a smile tugged on the corners of his lips. He watched graceful tan hands flow rampantly upon the paper he was writing. He quickly shifted his train of thought before he could embarrass himself on the thought of what those hands could do and softly knocked on the edge of the door, earning a look of surprise.

 

 

“Wolfram! How long have you been there?” he asked curiously. “Not long at all. Do you have a moment?” he asked, a fluttering he could not ignore grew like mad within his stomach, and he couldn't deny that he was nervous. Yuuri noticed the changed in the demeanor of his friend. *Is he all right? * He thought worriedly. A gasp caught in his throat, slender fingers wrapped themselves around their hand, pulling the tanned appendage to the creamy skin of Wolfram's cheek. “Yuuri, there are so many things, so very many things that we need to talk about. That and also I've missed you, which is the result of my own stupidity. Do you have the rest of the afternoon free?” he asked, hoping that the other would have time to spend in his company.

 

 

Shock and surprise were the two dominate feelings that coursed thought the Maou. He was quite certain the blonde prince had given up in his pursuit since he'd been absent from his sight from so long. He looked long and hard in the sincerity that flooded those beautiful forest green eyes. A wry smile became visible, nodding his acceptance. “Yes, I can clear my schedule. How can I resist you, when you look at me like that?” he chuckled, stopping shortly when he noticed the way the blonde glowed. *Shit, he's too damn beautiful. * He thought absently, shaking his head.

 

 

“So what time do you want to meet so I can clear my evening?” the ebony youth asked, returning to the vast amount of paper work. “Would two o'clock be fine?” Wolfram asked. “That will give you an hour to finish up what you're doing here, clear your evening and change if you'd like. Unless it's to early.” He quickly added giving him as much control of their time together as possible. The sudden thoughtfulness the young prince was showing touched the Maou's heart in a way he'd never expected. A warm smiled crawled across his lips; somehow he had a good feeling about this. “Here at two o'clock it is then. It's a date.” The double black grinned heartily, turning back to his task.

 

 

Wolfram left the room a weight he hadn't known he carried lifted from his shoulders. He knew things weren't easy yet by far. There were still several matters they needed to discuss, though for now he was truly feeling uplifted. Casting aside his normal childish air, had gained him so much more and he couldn't help the swelling of his heart at the impressed looked he received. A goofy smile plastered itself to his face, stumbling down the corridors. He had to get ready for his date.

 

 

Two o'clock came quicker then both expected since each ran a little late. “Gomen ne.” Yuuri panted, slowly trying to catch his breath. Wolfram smiled, waving him off. “It's fine, you are the Maou after all.” he said, a playful light shining in his eyes. Yuuri smiled, as it was then the two finally noticed each other. A semi - loose black shirt that criss-crossed the lacing on the top covered his torso, while black pants follows in their wake. The blue pendent Conrad gave him being the only hint of color. Yuuri looked like a forbidden dark fruit that Wolfram was only too eager to bite.

 

 

The blonde wore a white shirt with an intricate green and silver vest, along with fitted black slacks. A thin light gold chain nestled itself around his neck, along with matching small hoops in his ears. He was stunning. Noticing that they were staring, each quickly dropped their gaze. Taking the other's hand, he smiled as they walked to the door. “So where are we heading?” Yuuri asked casually. Wolfram smiled knowingly. “I'm going to take you to my favorite little spot to eat. Not many people go there, but the food is superb.” He responded, enjoying the feel of Yuuri's hand in his.

 

 

The walk was fairly short into the town, people bowed respectfully to their Heika, and knowing the others uncomfort with it, quickly led him to the eatery. As the two walked in Yuuri was quite impressed. It was extremely clean, pristine white walls with dazzling silver and black designs littered the four walls. The wooden floor shined like a mirror, every table was covered in fine Lenin with small silver decals, and black glossy chairs were only filled with a handful of people. It wasn't hard to find a privet spot and quickly the waiter took and came with their drinks while they waited on the main course.

 

 

“Wolf, this place is truly something.” The dark haired boy spoke in awe. He smiled, before it fell reminding himself of what he was to do before anything else. “I'm truly happy that you're enjoying it. But before our night continues I have a few things that I need to talk to you about.” He said seriously. Seeing the demeanor of the boy, Yuuri nodded, focusing intently on what he had to say. He reached across the table taking his tanned hands into his own. “Yuuri, first and foremost…I need you to forgive me.” He said quietly. “The entire time since you've returned I've been nothing but horrible to you. I was nothing more then a petulant child and I am truly and deeply sorry for causing you the pain that I have. Since you were gone the only thing I wanted was for you to return, and I was so focused on that, that I couldn't see myself, I didn't grow up.” A sad smile graced his face while Yuuri looked on in surprise.

 

 

“Then I finally learn what happened to you, what truly happened to you and why you kept refusing my advances. When you needed me to be there for you, I was so caught up in my own feelings that I didn't see that you needed my support as well as Günter's too. I was lost in my self.” He whispered brokenly. Yuuri couldn't help the tear that welled in his eye. *Is this really Wolfram? * He thought in wonder. In all the time he'd known the blonde he'd never apologized. He never expected the flaxen boy to even give such a confession of faults. “Wolfram.” He said softly.

 

 

“Not only that, but when I found out after that one foolish….” He began, unable to finish, emotion thick in his throat. “In that idiotic moment…” he began again. “I did something unknowingly that was so cruel to you, because of my own petty frustrations. Something which cost me to loose your trust in the process.” He looked Yuuri in the eye, while getting down on his knees. “Shibuya Yuuri.” He began, ignoring the Maou's look of blatant shock. “I know that is so much to ask of you, but I want you to forgive me for being a baka, for being a childish bastard and to hope that one day that you can trust me again. If you need to we can take this relationship at whatever pace you want. I just want you to know that my feelings for you are real and I'll do whatever it takes to call you mine.” He whispered, ignoring the tear that fell from his eye.

 

 

“Wolfram…raise your head.” Yuuri said in a soft, calm voice. A voice that didn't match the inner turmoil he felt at all. He couldn't understand how something so…un-Wolfram like had happened. The one fact he wondered most was how serious could he be? He kept a passive face, watching Wolfram slowly rise and take his seat, bangs hiding his beautiful green eyes from view. Yuuri closed his own eyes, thinking on all the things the fire user revealed. Hadn't he wanted the blonde? A part of him still wanted that, in glowed like a dark fire within him, begging almost to consume him. The corner of his mouth twitched, he knew what he had to do.

 

 

“Wolf.” He began using the nickname for him. “Are you truly serious about this? For you to do something like this is …well it's just not very you.” He flustered, unsure how to respond to the sudden change in character in his companion. “Yuuri, I know the mistakes that I've made with you. If you give me a chance I'd like to fix it. I truly want to be with you.” Fear etched in his heart. This was the first time he was so open with his feelings. Even now a part of him wanted to close up, terrified at that danger this could impose on his poor frail heart. The Maou sighed again before he broke out into a grin. The blonde didn't even have a chance to react as the ruler pulled his face quickly towards his in a demanding kiss.

 

 

“Y-Yuuri?” he questioned hesitantly. The dark haired boy laughed, smiling warmly at the fair-haired prince. “Wolfram. You know that I could never hold you accountable. You have no idea how much this pleases me. I honestly thought that for a moment I lost you.” Yuuri spoke quietly. “I thought that you might not have been able to deal with…what happened to me. As to that night, I already forgave you for that. I knew you didn't know and just reacted as you usually did. I know that if you knew what happened you would have never done such a thing.” He whispered. “Yuuri.” Wolfram began, when the other shook his head. “No Wolfram. You've said all you need to say, and I have to as well.” He said.

 

 

“Wolfram Von Belfield, you are forgiven of any and all transgressions you have committed against my person.” Yuuri stated while the prince began to express his joy. The demon king raised his hand. “Wait Wolfram. Your vow of courtship will be recognized as long as you realize that it's not just you that is vying for my attention. Günter has also officially begun his courtship with me as well. I need to you fully grasp this or we can't move forward.” He informed, carefully watching his blonde beauty.

 

 

The fire user was quiet for several long moments before he finally looked Yuuri in the eye. “If it means that I get to have you then I don't mind. I am confident that I can win you're heart. May the best man win.” He spoke passionately, green fire burning in his eyes. Shibuya's breath caught when he looked into those smoldering green eyes. A smile broke across his face, hand reaching for the others. “I look forward to our time together Wolf.” He said warmly. Wolfram returned the smile in full, lacing his fingers with the other. “I do as well Yuuri.” He whispered, lost in obsidian orbs. The two of them were so wrapped up in each other that neither noticed the appearance of the waiter. The only thing Yuuri and Wolfram saw were each other.

 

 

It's done!!! Yay for chapter three!! I know it took forever to put out but my muse is just horrible right now. I've somewhat lost the will to write kind of. It might be a bit slower but know that as best as I can, all of my stories will be updated. I think the feel for this story was pretty good, and a KKM/IY story sounds like an interesting idea. I'll think on it ^^ . This is my first yaoi story now so I'm still a bit nervous about it. Am I doing ok? Let me know what you think ^^

 

Also since a lot of you are saying Wolfram should be left out of the equation, I'll hold a vote. Let me know if you want this to be a strictly Yuuri/Günter or a Yuuri/Günter/Wolfram. Let me knows ^^

 

As always thank you for reading and be sure to check out some of my other stories too ^_^

 

Ja ne!!!