A/N: I suck at writing. Apologies in advance for spelling, grammar, and general awkward semantics.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou... But I'd like to be the lucky bitch who does.

Yuuri stretched as he woke up, pushing his arms out as far as they would reach. It felt too nice and warm to get up yet, so he snuggled back under the covers. Yuuri scrunched up close to the warm furry thing that was lying next to him.

Haaah, so soft! Still dazed with sleep, and completely unaware of what he was petting, he nuzzled the thing, and breathed in deeply. Mmm, smells like fresh flowers! He then noticed a pair of arms tightening around his waist, as the furry thing nuzzled his chest and let out a peaceful sigh. Yuuri's eyes snapped open when he realized what it was.

He did everything he could to fight the urge of screaming, and swatting at the body that was tucked so closely to his; He couldn't wake Wolfram up. Well, he could, but not without enraging the boy, and potentially endangering his own life in the process. It was still too early to get up anyway, so he just decided to let it go. Hey, this was the first peaceful sleep he's had in what seemed like years! He'd take cuddling with Wolfram any day over getting punched and kicked and thrown out of his own bed.

He slowly drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

"Wimp,"

Wolfram shifted out from underneath the snoring king, being careful not to wake him. He climbed out of the monstrous bed that was big enough to fit at least four people comfortably (yet didn't seem big enough to Yuuri when sleeping with Wolfram) and walked over to the wall where his sword hung. He took it off the hook and placed it on the bed, next to his clean uniform, as he peeled off his signature pink nightgown.

Movement started from Yuuri's side of the bed, as he started to wake up for the second time. Wolfram yanked the covers off the waking boy without any mercy. "It's about time you woke up, wimp!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Yuuri sighed as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Now hurry up and get undressed. I'm not going to wait for you to go to the baths." He picked up his sword and uniform and held them close to the bathrobe he was now wearing.

"Tch. Like I care. I'd rather not take a bath with you anyway--" Yuuri was cut off by a pillow hitting him directly, and rather forcefully, in the face. "Ow, Wolf... I was kidding..."

"So, you're implying that you do want to take a bath with me--" This time Wolfram was cut off by the same pillow hitting him right in the head. He grabbed the pillow back up and snarled at Yuuri, while placing it back on the bed.

"Eek," Yuuri shuddered at the unnerving snarl. "C-calm down Wolf, I'm sorry!"

"JUST COME ON!" Wolfram yelled. "I'm not going to wait all morning!"

The ever-so-fearsome Maou yelped at his fiancé's demand, and tore of his pajamas. Once he was ready they headed out to the private baths.

In the morning, the stone floors of the castle were rather cold; so cold, Yuuri could feel the chill through his thin bath slippers. He shivered, and pulled his clothes closer, trying to capture any heat he possibly could. Why did the baths have to be so far away?

He wished he could be back in his warm bed, snuggling back into the covers with Wolfram-- Not because he particularly needed Wolfram's company specifically of course, but he needed another living body next to him to make the bed warmer. He simply said Wolfram because he was, whether he liked it or not, his roommate and bedmate. It was simply unavoidable, that's all.

Although, whether he wanted to admit it or not, he didn't mind sleeping with Wolfram-- As long as he wasn't beat up in the middle of the night. He really wouldn't have it any other way. Wolfram was his best friend here, besides Murata, but he never got to see him anyway, unless he visited the shrine, or they had a meeting. Wolfram was always with him and he didn't mind it anymore. Even his childish temper-tantrums were less annoying.

When he really thought about it, he'd rather be engaged to his best friend, even if he was a boy, rather to have been engaged to someone he wasn't even close with... And when he really, really, thought about it, at least Wolfram was pretty. That was simply unavoidable, whether he was gay or not. After all, the first word out of his mouth when he met the boy was "Bishounen," He'd rather be engaged to his beautiful best friend any day of the week.

"Well wimp, are you getting in or are you just going to stare at the wall like some idiot?" Good old Wolfram.

"Coming, coming." He took off his robe and waited to remove the towel around his waist until he was in the water. "Aaah, so nice!" He submersed himself in the water relishing in the warmth that surrounded every inch of his body. He came back up, only to be face to face with his intended. "AH!"

"Let me wash your back." Wolfram stated simply, gesturing to the soapy sponge he held in his left hand.

"No way!"

"Wimp, let me wash your back!" He growled while grabbing hold of him. "I'm your fiancé, dammit!"

"Let me go, Wolfr- Ah!" Yuuri felt himself suddenly being pulled down into the water as the whole bath turned into a raging whirlpool.

"NO! I'M NOT LETTING YOU LEAVE WIMP! YOU HAVE RESP--" Wolfram, still holding onto Yuuri's wrists also got pulled into the swirling torrent. "HENNACHO---KO!"