Disclaimer: I do not own KKM or any of its characters. i tried, Wolfram said I was to perverted to write child friendly anime...

Warning: This is Yaoi, Boys Love, rated M, you do the math. If you don't like it, don't read it

Warning II: This is my first story, though I've been a reader on this site for years. I already have some chapter outlines done (in my head), but I would like to know if anyone would be interested in seeing this finished.

Summary: As stated. Just so you know, this story takes place in two parts. The first part, is for YuuRam. The second is more suspense driven than the first, but it's is not for many chapters more.

Wolfram had been called to his brother's office on some mysterious charge. It was especially mysterious since, despite the abruptness of the summons, Gwendal had yet to appear. The hands that were grasped behind his back were beginning twitch, and it was struggle for Wolfram not to start bouncing on the balls of his feet.

To distract himself, he began to look over the office. There was a new plushy animal sitting on the self, black with a yellow mouthpiece, Wolfram vaguely recognized the creature as one that he had seen at the animal exhibit with Yuuri, it was a called a "pegin". Gwendal must be improving in his knitting with Greta's help if Wolfram could determine what the creature was at all.

There was also a new ink stain on the carpet, shaped like a dragon without wings, the kind Yuuri talked about from his world. It was probably Yuuri who spilled the ink in the first place, Gwendal might have knitted the pegin to make himself feel better. The rug beneath the desk was an heirloom.

He could imagine the shy, apologetic smile on Yuuri's face, like a child caught stealing candy, and the little nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his dark head. The black locks had become much softer over time, especially has Yuuri started using Cheri's favorite shampoos, as he could tell from those rare morning he got close enough grasp a piece of hair. But, for some reason, Wolfram noticed, Yuuri's hair still retained his own unique smell: worn leather, sun-baked grass, crisp water, and earth.

He vaguely wondered if Yuuri smelled quite so incredible everywhere on his body.

One day he would work up the nerve to see if Yuuri's groin had the same scent when it swelled with arousal and became musty with passion. Maybe even in this room. Maybe one day, Wolfram would crawl under the desk while Yuuri was doing that thing with the his tongue and the tip of his quill, he would unbutton the other boy's black trousers and get a good sniff before he leaned forward with his tongue and—

"…fram…Wolfram!" The blond jumped when he heard his name called in Gwnendal's unique, demanding tones. Gwendal had already moved to sit behind his desk.

Wolfram flushed in embarrassment. He prayed to Shinou that Gwendal thought the color in his cheeks came from being caught off guard and not due to lascivious thoughts; and that he didn't notice the slight tent in trousers.

The eyebrow arch he received was inconclusive. "You need to be more attentive. I called you here to ask questions. You may sit."

Those words quickly moved the blood from Wolfram's face to knot in his stomach. Inquisitions were rarely good. Did he know about the day dreams after all? He took the seat in a boneless collapse, "Yes, sir."

"No need to be concerned. Just…," Gwendal cleared his throat, "What do you think of His Majesty lately?"

The flush returned to Wolfe's face with enough force to snap his spine perpendicular to the floor. Deny. Deny. "I don't know what you mean?" He would also never admit to that creak that entered his voice on the statement-turned -question.

"Do you believe the additional training has been effective?" Gwendal noticed his brother's strange reaction but made no comment. He was determined not to meddle in either of his siblings' personal lives, down that road laid far too many headaches.

"Oh…", Wolfram felt his spine regain some flexibility, "his swordsmanship has improved quite a bit. Yuuri seems to prefer the physical strain. I am not sure how far he has progressed with his maryoku use, but I feel that he has reached a block on his control recently." The professional delivery was less strained than he had feared.

Gwendal gave a nod and grunt, as if to say that Wolfram had just confirmed his own suspicions. Wolfram felt a swell of pride at that. "We need His Majesty to have better control of his maryoku, to avoid that severe damage caused during 'The Shikoku Incident', but it seems that he has made little progress. Gunter has his theories as to why, but I would like someone else with strong maryoku and a little less…enthusiasm to observe his practice."

Gwendal's gaze turned penetrative, as if he were taking the measure of Wolfram's soul. "I am asking your instance because as a contradictory elemental user you might be of use. Are you able to do it?"

A few months after "That time we almost went to war with Dai Shimaron and King Yuuri nearly destroyed the city" debacle (also known as "The Shikoku Incident" ), the resident demons of Shin Makoku—especially those in Blood Pledge Castle—were still recovering. The recovery was speeding along at a sedate pace with the questionable help of Lady Annisina's inventions. Of course, it also did not hurt that after your nation's King single-handedly destroyed another nation's armada, costly war declarations were non-existent.

Aforementioned King however, was not entirely overjoyed with the return of his maryoku upon washing up in the fountain at Shinou Temple. After the Shikoku Incident, King Yuuri's retainers became adamant that he progress in learning to control his maryoku without having to summon quite so much of it.

Actually, Wolfram was not sure if he could help, he was just as impatient a teacher as he was a student (except with Greta), but he wasn't about to tell Gwendal that. "I am not sure how to go about training a water mazoku. But, after my training with my fire troop, Yuuri shouldn't be that difficult."

Gwendal gave a curt nod. "I have already sent him out to practice while Gunter is occupied. Go find him." Wolfram stood to give a bow and turned to leave with the dismissal. Though, this was important, Wolfram could not imagine such a request being the only reason for his summons. "One more thing: how have your uncles sentiments towards the King changed since his last visit?"

Wolfram's initial response to the question was to blink. His second response was suspicion. "Uncle Woltrona does not seem to have anymore desires for the throne at least; and after Yuuri destroyed the Dai Shimaron's armada for him, he even admitted that Yuuri was more useful than he thought." Then the obvious question, "Why?"

Gwendal's expression did not change, except for addition of another wrinkle in his brow. "No reason. It's just good to keep up with what the nobles are saying. You are dismissed."

Wolfram remained for but a second longer, merely to give a nod of confirmation to Gwendal's reasoning then left to commence Yuuri's training. "Oh, brother, that pegin you made looks very good."

Gwendal frowned, "It's a bear." Wolfram should have known better. He retreated.