Sayo: I disclaim ownership of Kyou Kara Maou and of "Everything I Do, I Do It For You" by Bryan Addams.
Everything I Do, I Do It For You
Wolfram sat on the couch, totally exhausted. It had been a long night for him and Yuuri, what with the king already sleeping soundly, his raven-haired head on the blonde knight's lap. Wolfram sighed, his expression wan, but as he listlessly combed through Yuuri's hair with his fingers, his heart lifted, and he sang out his muted joy in the dead of night.
Look into my eyes.
You will see what you mean to me.
It was not towards Yuuri he looked to though, but someplace else. Those lines were not for his husband at all.
Search your heart.
Search your soul.
You'll find me then you'll search no more.
Wolfram had always yearned for love -- from his mother, from his brothers, and at first, even from Yuuri. Now that he had all the love he wanted, he felt like a whole person, and knew he could return the love tenfold to his family should they need it.
Don't tell me, it's not worth fighting for.
You can't tell me; there's nothing I want more.
You know it's true: everything I do, I do it for you.
Look into your heart.
You will find there's nothing left to hide.
He and Yuuri had come a long way. From being young boys who hid their true feelings to grown-up men who showed the world all the time how much they loved each other, Wolfram knew that things sure took a vertical upward turn.
Take me as I am.
Take my life.
I'll give it up; I will sacrifice.
Don't tell me, it's not worth fighting for.
You can't tell me; there's nothing I want more.
You know it's true: everything I do, I do it for you.
Wolfram then turned to Yuuri again, smiling lovingly as he did so and continuing to stroke the king's midnight-black locks as he did so.
There's no love like your love.
And no other could give more love.
There's nowhere unless you're the there
All the time, All the way.
Wolfram softly hummed the interlude to himself, feeling thankful for moments like this which are peaceful, tranquil times after the hustle and bustle of palace life, along with all the responsibilities they had on their shoulders. For Wolfram, it was moments like these that made the trials worth it.
Don't tell me, it's not worth fighting for.
You can't tell me; there's nothing I want more.
You know it's true: everything I do, I do it for you
When Wolfram stopped singing, he sighed in contentment as he watched his whole family sleep. His and Yuuri's four babies have finally calmed down and were sleeping like the angelic infants they really were. Gently Wolfram nudged Yuuri awake.
"Yuuri, darling, they're asleep. You can go to bed now, too," Wolfram said, lovingly touching Yuuri's face.
Yuuri was alerted by the gentle stroking on his cheek. "Who? Wha? Oh…" Yuuri half-mumbled, half-said.
"Wimp," Wolfram muttered, but the venom in the word had disappeared from his meaning of it long ago.
Yuuri smiled sheepishly and kissed Wolfram's cheek, then proceeded to the crib where his sons and daughters were to check on them before going back to the couch to tease Wolfram.
"You can make even these little demons sleep with your voice, love," Yuuri said.
Wolfram smirked. "They're yours too, you know,"
"I know," Yuuri relented. "Wanna make more little demons?" he teased, leaning closer to Wolfram.
Wolfram laughed. "You bet! Last one in the sack is a wimp, wimp!"
"I do it for you."