Note: Kyou kara Maou is obviously not mine...this fic is just something I came up with ;) Thank you for spending a few minutes to read this very short fic!!
"Yuuri, I love you!" The declararation, in form of Wolfram's childish voice, echoed throughout his mind making sleep elude him ever since his accidental fiance had snuffed out the lights two whole hours ago. Turning to his side, he glanced at said blond who was currently facing him albeit fast asleep and hogging more than his equal share of the quilt.
Truth be told, he had suspected and maybe somewhere deep within him where his alter ego resided, he had even known that Wolfram was truly in love with him. After all, why else would the young noble track him down to the ends of the earth when he had gone missing? But to hear the truth from Wolfram himself (even if it was the result of a spell), was a whole new dimension that Yuuri did not think he could comprehend at the moment.
His feelings were in turmoil ever since the spell had been lifted and when Gunter had apologized profusely over his 'behaivior', Yuuri had been torn between the expectation of Wolfram telling him to forget the whole incident and the fear of being told that the particular sentence was but a childish fantasy. Admitedly, he did love the blond mazoku as a dear friend, but to love him as a fiance?
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he recalled the strange warm feeling that had settled over him when the young lord had clung to his neck ever so tightly earlier in the day. That feeling had been so mysterious to him but had sent the older part of him into a fit of utmost giddyness. 'I guess even my alter ego was influence by the innocence of the moment.' He thought drily.
Blinking, the young Maou realised that sometime in his musings, his hand had by its own accord, reached out towards Wolfram and was now hovering above his temple. Holding his breath, Yuuri let his fingers glide gently over that pale, satin soft skin to tuck in few strands of stray silken locks. In that moment, another tingle of warmth swept over him causing the older part of him to shiver in delight.
Keeping his fingers tangled in that mass of luxurious sun-kissed curls and his gaze upon that serene, angelic looking face, Yuuri shifted closer to his bedmate to place a feather light kiss upon the pale forehead. As he finally drifted off to sleep, he muttered quietly from deep within his heart, a sentence that would have set Wolfram to tears of joy. " Thank you for loving me, Wolf. I'm still not sure if I can love you the way you want me to, but please know that my alter ego will always be head over heels in love with you, forever."
P/s: Thanks to Sayoko Bizen for pointing out a very small but important spelling mistake (hugs)