New story! This is going to be a really long series – my longest yet. And just so you know, I don't do drugs – other than caffeine and alcohol, of course – and I don't smoke, I'm just including the practices for artistic expression and they only really appear in one chapter. Enjoy!

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Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): Yuuri/Wolfram
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou or any of the characters.
Summary: Family...they were one anyway, weren't they? He didn't need any kind of clarification or proof of that – he certainly didn't need to see Wolfram killing himself over it...Yuuri just hoped that statement wouldn't end up to be literal...

Warnings: Shounen-ai (Male/male relationships), Yaoi (Male/male sexual relationships – though there will be forewarning of the chapters that contain the explicit stuff), Mpreg, minor Drug Use, Angst and slight OOC-ness.

Prologue

The light had faded hours ago and the air had long since turned cold and dewy. "How long do you think they're going to be?"

The boy beside the young king sighed for the umpteenth time, drumming his fingers on the dashboard of the huge black Land Rover that they had bought for this very journey. "I told you – we left too early. They aren't meant to be here for another twenty minutes." He gazed around the secluded woodland that they were currently parked in – and had been for at least two hours – knowing that the lake that the others would arrive through resided just beyond the layer of trees. "Besides, you're the one who arranged it all. Why are you asking me?"

"Because you supervised me when I arranged it and I think we all know who everyone trusts for the right answer." The king could recall the conversation he had with his personal bodyguard – and unofficial Godfather – Conrad: "Be sure to bring the Great Sage, Your Majesty." "Murata? Why?" "This has to go perfectly." "Gee, thanks for the confidence." "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but..." "Yeah, yeah – I know. And for the last time, Conrad – to you, it's Yuuri." After all he had done to prove himself as a worthy leader of the Mazoku – even more worthy than the Original King himself – none of his 'loyal subjects' trusted him to complete the most simple task.

"Oh, don't pout, Shibuya. You know they respect you, but you haven't been king for ten years yet – they still consider you to be in the probation stage." Yuuri scowled at his friend and let himself out of the car, lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag. Murata followed and rolled his eyes. "I wish you wouldn't."

"Yeah, yeah – I'm quitting tomorrow. Today has been to long and stressful a day to stop." He shook his head and crossed his arms against the cold. "I'll be glad when this damn probation stage is over – why can't eight years be enough?"

"Be reasonable – ten years is nothing to the Mazoku." This was true enough, seeing as the average Mazoku lives for near on a millennia, but it didn't make the deal any sweeter for Yuuri, who just narrowed his eyes in response and took another puff on his cigarette.

Yuuri didn't want to be constantly treated like a child – he could understand and almost accept such treatment when he was in Shin Makoku, because he technically was a child in Mazoku years, but it even happened when he was on Earth. He had stopped ageing at a human rate the second he accepted his life as a Mazoku at sixteen, making it harder and harder for him to face going back to see his family as the years wore on – they all still saw him as that very same teenager rather than the twenty-three year old that he actually was. Yuuri grimaced at that thought as he inhaled another lungful of poison – maybe that was why he had started to act out by smoking and drinking and taking other less than wholesome substances when he was on Earth: just to prove that he could! But he had to quit, he knew – not only was it completely immature and irresponsible, but he had both Wolfram and Greta coming to Earth, escorted by Conrad and Yozak, and his recent behaviour was not something he wanted them to see. Wolfram, not so much, but he really didn't want to corrupt his adoptive daughter.

Sighing, he snubbed out the finished cigarette and turned to Murata. "You want to go meet them? I'll get the boot ready."

Murata just shrugged and made his way through the trees. True to his word, Yuuri moved to the back of the car, opening the boot and shifting his and his friend's luggage around to make room for more as well as space enough to open out the built-in chair for Greta – not ideal, but they could always put their bags on their laps if she wasn't comfortable.

When he was satisfied with his work, he leaned against the driver's side door and lit up another smoke, anticipating a long and stressful journey, what with Murata's inappropriate remarks about...things, Wolfram's car sickness and Yozak's patronising remarks. Not to mention the knowing looks he would receive from both Conrad and Greta – those two were just too alike. This was going to be a fun vacation, damn it – he had gone out of his way to rent the most adorable and spacious cabin he could find in the beautiful setting of the countryside of Switzerland after all. Admittedly, it had taken his brother's influence as the Maou of Earth to get such a perfect holiday spot – reminding him that he was twenty-three and had a family of his own to look after, so drop the big brother act and just get him the place.

Heh, family...he should really get married before he called them that, but...He shook his head quickly, ridding himself of those thoughts as he heard the others approaching – he couldn't lose focus and give anything away now, especially to those huge emerald eyes he could see glimmering in the bright light from the Rover's headlights.

The king grinned to himself and crushed the rest of his cigarette beneath his foot – yes, this vacation was certainly going to be fun...

A taste of this story is all your getting for a few days...unless, you know, I get some encouragement ;)