The night was too warm so the two most powerful element-wielders could not sleep and decided to hold a Maryoku contest by candlelight. To decide who would go first, they flipped a gold coin with both their likenesses on it, and Wolfram's face turned up.
"This contest is over, Wimp." Wolfram said.
"Just get on with it, Brat." Yuuri replied.
Wolfram opened his right hand and willed a small flame into existence. Small heat currents traveled from the tips of his pale, tapered fingers and down to his palm before gathering upwards and swirling into a small fireball. The blond Prince then spread out his fingers and allowed the flame to grow. Afterwards, he made a show of bouncing the flaming orb like a ping-pong ball several times before he caused it to disappear with a snap of his fingers.
"Let's see you top that, Wimp." He challenged.
"I've been practicing this for a while, but don't laugh if it doesn't work, okay?" Yuuri requested.
The young Lord of Bielefeld rolled his eyes. "Don't hold your breath."
"Wolfram!"
"Just get a move on already, Wimp! I'm AGEING here!"
Yuuri had to laugh at that. At 84, Wolfram looked no older than his 17.
"Fine, Wolf. Jeez!" Yuuri said in mock-offense. He then cupped his hands to form a bowl. The young king grinned as he watched Wolfram's jaw drop at the sight of water droplets forming in mid-air and swirling round and round over Yuuri's hands in a small whirlwind before suddenly diffusing and leaving a rose made of ice in its wake. The frozen bloom hovered over Yuuri's cupped palms briefly before the king closed one of his hands around its stem and offered the flower to Wolfram who refused to even touch it. The Asian regarded the Nordic-looking boy quizzically.
"What's wrong, Wolf?" he asked.
"My hands are too warm. It'll melt." Wolfram replied, alarm written clearly on his face.
"So?"
Wolfram lowered his eyes, clenched his fists, and said nothing.
"Oh, Wolf." The young Maou said, finally understanding. The next instant, he willed away the ice flower and placed his still-cold hands on Wolfram's still-clenched, too-warm ones – causing Wolfram to look at him with sad, if curious, green eyes.
Yuuri grinned at his companion and flashed him a small, conspiratorial smile. "Don't tell Gunter, okay?"
"Tell him what?" Wolfram asked.
Yuuri left the bed and ran up to the big bay windows that let the moonlight into their room. Curious, Wolfram followed his king and gasped as Yuuri stretched out his arms skyward, making circling motions with his hands. In a few moments, rain-clouds began to form and before long, big, fat raindrops started to fall and caused the warm summer breezes to turn into cool, refreshing winds.
"You win, Wimp. Not bad." Wolfram said as he gave Yuuri a pat on the back. Yuuri took said hand and twirled the prince into his arms, embracing him tightly.
"I guess not." Yuuri conceded, on his face a cheeky grin. "But getting my lovely Prince Consort into a hug was the point."