It was getting harder and harder to hide it.
First, it was little things. Some days Wolfram had not come to breakfast with his fiancé and king, feigning insomnia had kept him awake. Other days they both had been absent. It was all easily enough explained, for they had all heard Yuri's loud and open complaints about Wolfram's abusive sleeping habits, and could very well explain the couple not sleeping well. It was chalked up to being a bad match in bed. But then, they had to go and exercise a little less caution…
It was all Wolfram's fault.
Yuri had been playing catch with Conrad before breakfast and when they stopped to go back inside the tall brunette had slapped him on the back good-naturedly, which evicted a rather loud complaint from the Maou. His guardian had been so surprised and worried that he asked several times to examine his 'back injury', but all of his efforts were refused politely by Yuri. Again, it was blamed on Wolfram's bad sleeping habits—which was really part of the truth after all… The blonde had thought it a little funny, to tell the truth. The Mazoku Prince couldn't care less if everyone in the kingdom knew what he and his fiancé did, but he worried about his brothers' disapproval. It had put Yuri in a tentative mood, and he'd cursed Wolfram's perfectly manicured nails a thousand times over by the end of the day.
Then there had been the incident with Gunter.
Yuri had reported to his study bright and early and on time, and Gunter had just gotten started lecturing when he began to stare intently at his Maou's neck, a curious look on his face. Luckily, Wolfram had come in with Greta and quickly assessed the situation. Wrapping his arm around Yuri's neck, he'd shouted in an irritated voice,
"What do you think you're staring at wimp! Cheater!" Greta began to giggle and she grabbed onto Yuri's arm, begging him to play with her and her other daddy Wolfy, and even Gunter had relented to her persistence. Before they left, Wolfram had folded Yuri's collar correctly, his face red as he covered the mark he'd made on accident.
But Wolfram was not the only one endangering their privacy…
"N-Not so…hard, Yuri…" He'd complained one night. It had been a week since they had been together, due to their absence from the castle. But Yuri was not listening to any half-hearted complaints tonight, and soon, Wolfram was not complaining anymore either…
"Good morning!" Cheri's loud voice announced as she entered the dining room. "Oh, where is Yuri-chan and Wolfy?" She asked, blinking. The missing pair entered then, Yuri looking very much pleased this morning, while on the other hand, Wolfram looked a little tired. And was he… "Oh, Wolfy! What's wrong?" Cheri doted on her youngest son, hanging onto his shoulders and causing him to wince. "You're walking funny…Oh it couldn't be…!" She gasped, in an exaggerated manor.
"W-what?" Wolfram asked, his face already coloring. All faces turned towards the blonde Ex-Maou.
"Could it be…?" She wondered, and Yuri and Wolfram held their breath.
"Eh?" The Maou asked.
"Yuri-chan finally got back at you and kicked you out of his bed! My poor Wolfy! You two are such bad bed partners!" She giggled, releasing her son to take her seat at the table. Yuri and Wolfram both breathed again. Throughout breakfast, they both ignored the imploring looks that the other members of the table gave them.
They couldn't keep this up much longer…
It was getting harder and harder to hide it…