Author's note: Hey everyone! I finally worked up the nerve to post my very first story! I would love some constructive criticism on my writing and for you guys to let me know what you think! Just something to note: I have no beta so there may be some typos. PLEASE let me know if you see a typo because I am aware of how irritating it is to be reading a great story and the author screws up your and you're. So there's that. Let me know if the pacing is good and what not!

Warnings: BOY LOVE, may change to M later on!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyo Kara Moah… if I did it would just turn into a Wolfram/Yuuri smut fest and no one would watch it.


Yuuri sat at his desk and resisted the urge to slam his head repeatedly against the top of it. Why did paperwork exist, honestly? You would think that being king and all, you would have people to pass the burden of signing land grants and expected food harvest reports. Yuuri sighed dramatically and resisted the urge to flail about in boredom, or hurl himself out the two story window of his office.

He eyed the thick stack of papers warily and then eyed his chief of state. He then planned out a scenario where the papers suddenly, and quite mysteriously, rip into shreds. As the noble demon king who was the epitome of justice, he could claim innocence and receive condolences from his advisors who would believe him and- nope that would never happen. Yuuri moaned and crumpled into his seat. Why was the world so cruel?

Gwendal sat at the table in the center of the study and watched out of the corner of his eye for the king to make his daily escape for his precious freedom. His blood vessel in his forehead pulsed in annoyance at the procrastination that his king was displaying.

Honestly, why did I have to pick the world's longest signature? My poor hand…

Yuuri leaned back in his seat and rubbed a hand against the knots in the back of his neck. He kept trying to resist looking over his shoulder for the blonde who was always supposed to be by his side. Wolfram was on border patrol for a week, which always caused Yuuri to feel intense pangs of worry and loneliness.

After their wedding two years ago in the spring, Yuuri and Wolfram were inseparable and barely spent an entire day apart from each other at any given time. Mostly that was Wolfram's fault, claiming that Yuuri was a big cheating wimp and that it was his duty as the king's consort to watch for any 'dubious behavior'.

Yuuri grinned at the memories of their extended honeymoon period. After sixteen years of being almost completely asexual his hormones definitely made up for his lack of sex life with his beautiful blonde husband. Wolfram would blush and pretend to be upset when Yuuri dragged him into dark corridors or fondled him under the table during dull parties. It was hard to believe that he had once been so adamant against two guys falling in love. He shook his head ruefully as he remembered his speeches and excuses that he would spout after Wolfram's jealous fits.

He really was a hypocrite. To be fair, it wasn't his fault that Wolfram stuck to his side at all hours of the day and night and Yuuri adapted to his presence so much that he felt strange whenever he was gone. It was like missing a limb, only he would never tell the arrogant blonde that. Wolfram already gave himself airs that he finally wore down the demon king's 'human' beliefs and persuaded Yuuri to give their relationship a chance.

Yuuri felt the ache of loneliness and gave a fleeting glance towards the door, praying for a distraction.

Maybe if I…

"Don't even think about it." Gwendel barked gruffly without looking up from his paperwork.

Yuuri jumped in his seat and let out a nervous, completely innocent, laugh.

"What? I wasn't thinking anything-"

"Your majesty!" Gunter's voice was laced with desperation and fear. The door to the study was flung open and Gunter raced into the room, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"What is it Gunter?" Yuuri demanded as he rose from his seat and braced himself for the worst. Gwendel took a defensive stance in front of the king and placed his hand on his sword belt.

"Has there been an attack?" Gwendel demanded as Gunter leaned over to catch his breath from the run.

"Sire," Gunter raised his head and met Yuuri's eyes solemnly. Yuuri's heart began to race in fear as a thousand scenarios danced in his head. Gunter never looked at him like that, as though the world was breaking apart and he was trying to form the words to gently inform his beloved king.

"Your highness, I am so very sorry, but Wolfram's patrol-" Yuuri suddenly felt as though he couldn't get enough air into his lungs, his heartbeat drummed in his ears, and his head became dizzy.

No, No, No, No. God if you exist please not him. Take anything you want from me just not him. I'll do anything, say anything, be a better person whatever you want. Just let me have Wolfram…

Gunter's gentle voice broke through his frantic prayers.

"Wolfram is critically injured and they are bringing him to the castle immediately. Gisela is ready to perform her healing abilities."

Yuuri let out a gasp of relief, he's not dead, and palmed his chest to try to ease the feeling of his heart attempting to burst from his chest.

"But he's alive right? I need to go and see him-"

Yuuri strode to the door and flung it open to get to Wolfram, already mapping out the quickest route to the medical chambers of the castle.

"Wait a minute your majesty-" Gunter requested quickly but stopped as his king turned his head and glared at him for the interruption.

Gwendel sighed and regained his composure. "Yuuri, King Saralegui is on his way today from Small Shimeron, I know you want to run to Wolfram and see that he is alright but you have a duty as our king to handle this. Gisela will do all that she can to help Wolfram, you will only get in her way."

Yuuri flinched and stared at his trusted advisor with betrayal. "No offense Gwendel but my husband almost dying take priority over a diplomatic meeting." He snapped, not quite hiding the uncharacteristic snarl out of his voice. "In fact since he's your little brother and all, I'm surprised that you even feel the need to argue with me."

"You can check on him after you secure good relations with Small Shimeron! Our shaky diplomatic agreement cannot afford the demon king slighting a monarch by not bothering to show up to greet them!"

"That's not fair! Anyone would be understanding-"

Gwendel's fist slammed down onto the oak surface of the table. "Damnit Yuuri! Do you honestly think I don't want to check on Wolfram as much as you do? But we both have an obligation to this country, something that Wolfram understands as a soldier!" Behind Gwendel's tough exterior, Yuuri could see fractures of concern and worry for his baby brother. "However you are forgetting that your husband's patrol was attacked, which means this could be an attack from Small Shimeron or anyone else for that matter!"

So help anyone if they think to take him away from me, the inner demon king roared. I'll kill Saralegui myself, parade his body on a stick throughout the kingdom and demonstrate to everyone what happens when they mess with my mate.

Yuuri frantically tried to stifle his inner call for justice and fought to regain control of his own mind. Please don't, we don't know if he did this. His power rose to the surface of his skin, and he could tell his soul was trying to recede in place of the demon king. He focused on centering himself and took slow deep breaths. It isn't justice if we aren't rational. It wasn't easy, all his emotions were swirling in panic in fear for Wolfram's life and the pure anger that arose when anyone dared to mess with his people, much less Wolfram.

Gwendel's voice snapped through his inner turmoil. "Don't let his injuries be in vain. Wolfram knew what he was doing, time for you to do your part."

He scrubbed his fingers through his hair in an effort to diffuse the tension in his body. "Fine. I'll greet Sara, but after that I'm checking on Wolfram and I'm not leaving his side until he wakes up!" Yuuri let his inner demon king power bleed into his voice and the room rang with finality.

Gunter stepped forward in front of the king and attempted a comforting smile. The face that normally was alight with excitement and passion to aide the young king was serious and morose. It was hard to remember that Gunter was once a powerful swordsman and more than capable of killing enemies of the demon kingdom, but right now, Yuuri couldn't forget the look of foreboding in those lavender eyes.

"Let's greet our guest shall we?" Gunter asked lightly.


The carriage rolled up the cobblestone entrance to Covenant Castle. The air outside was darkening as the sun set and the bad omen birds took to the air with their call. The carriage containing their supposed ally crawled up the trail and through the gates. The exterior was a sleek dark brown and covered in gold embellishes that could probably pay for a village's food for a year. Yuuri paced back and forth in front of Gunter and Gwendel. Conrad was by Wolfram's side as Gisela performed emergency procedures to save the consort's life.

Guards were strategically placed throughout the castle courtyard on Gwendel's orders and the atmosphere was crackling with tension. The carriage rolled to a stop and Yuuri forced himself to stand still and give a fake smile to his friend. Even after all this time, Yuuri didn't want to believe that Sara was behind the attack on Wolfram, but his fear for Wolf's life was causing him to be unnaturally suspicious of everyone. A little voice nagged at the back of Yuuri's mind that Sara had already betrayed him once. He frowned worriedly, No Sara is my friend. He wouldn't attack Wolfram. He wouldn't.

Endless moments passed as the men were forced to wait for the king of Small Shimeron to deign to lower himself from the vehicle. Finally, after Yuuri wanted to scream in frustration and no doubt be chastised by Gwendel, Sara stepped delicately down onto the ground. The foreign king raised his head to look into Yuuri's eyes behind his blue spectacles and lifted his lips into a gentle smile.

"Hello, Yuuri. It's been a long time hasn't it?"