The New Old Times

author: FurryGreen

rating: Teen Adult-ish (if I decide to write the sex scenes.)

disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maoh. There's that. I always give a blanket warning that most, if not all, of my characters are OOC. Don't say I didn't warn you. And, yes yes, I know my writing has all the gusto of a fifth grader. The title came from the song, with the same name, by The Yoko Casionos.

Prolouge

"Either way," said Rex, taking advantage of the slight pause in Wolfram's steps to get in front of him, "Either way you won't come out of this one with egg on your face. It's going to be a scandal."

The watery look in Wolfram's eyes hadn't left, not since the teary confession from Wolfram earlier this morning. He knew he'd won this one before Wolfram had even opened his mouth this morning. He'd woken up lucky. Some part urged him to press it and it was hard to repress it. He wanted some kind of vocal confirmation.

Wolfram straightened and shifted his eyes downward, away. Rexmuld, personal guard of the so-called bride of the Maoh, stepped out of the way and positioned himself slightly to the side of his charge. It was the King, of course. Wolfram always tensed around him.

"Oh, good afternoon," said the King, pausing in whatever story he was telling Conrad. The Prince's older brother nodded his own greeting.

"Good afternoon, Yuuri," said Wolfram, in a low yet even voice. The King nodded, apparently satisfied that everything was fine, and went on with his own guard.

Rex caught those beautiful eyes with his own and marveled, as he always did, at the depth and brilliance within. 'I'm sorry for doing this to you,' he said silently. 'I will love you forever. I promise. I will make you happy. I love you. I love you.'

He loved the King the same as every other knight and soldier of the kingdom. The King had been the best ruler, the most generous, self-sacrificing, and natural ruler they'd had in many a hundred years. Quite simply, the King loved everyone. That, in itself, was enough to guarder his loyalty forever.

Yet, he loved Wolfram. It was a love that had crept through him like his blood and was strong enough to make him completely confident that he could satisfy the fiery blonde. And he did. Those two, the King and his Wolfram, just didn't belong together. They cancelled each other out. Fire and water made stem, which always sounded romantic, but in the end both would be dead. Their love, if those two had any warm feelings for each other, was stuff made for romantic tragedy. Nothing more.

Most will think of him as a traitor. He was sure of it. He was sure, as well, that the King and most of the court would thank him for this service. It served everyone involved and provided ripe, juicy gossip. What more could people want?

"Okay," the soft, sad quality of his voice jarred Rexmuld from his thoughts. "This is for the best. Yuuri would only come to hate me if he doesn't already, I'm sure, and my baby..."

Rex nodded, loving him even more. Wolfram was pregnant with his child. The wonder and awe seemed to fill his entire being. He had no need to wonder if Wolfram really loved him. A male Mazoku getting pregnant was the ultimate sign of love and trust.

"Hey," he said, gently guiding his head up to look deeper into those eyes, "I love you. I will always love you." He pushed Wolfram into the slight recess of a wall and kissed him. Wolfram accepted this affection, turning his head to met his and return it. Pulling back, Rex drew a hand down the side of the face. "We'll be okay," he promised. "Better then okay. We'll be together."

Wolfram nodded, took a long breath, and smiled. "Yes, I know. I... love you."

--

The day started out warm but didn't seem to gather much gusto as it went on. Wolfram slept in, relishing the last tastes of this finery. Breakfast had long since been served and he figured even longer since Yuuri woke. He couldn't remember the last time they woke up together and he realized, quiet randomly, that he hadn't even made an attempt to wake up and spy on his husband as he dressed in the morning.

That sense of familiarity had taken a long time to get installed in Yuuri and he'd been so please, so hopeful, the first day the dark haired King had done so without thought. Of course, he'd realized his mistake when he spied Wolfram watching him and didn't do so for three weeks afterward. Wolfram had to feign sleep just to peek.

He wondered when he'd stopped caring.

Sighing, he stretched a loud yawn, slid off the bed, and crept over to his wardrobe. Blue uniform, blue uniform, blue... His fingers stilled on the familiar, rough material. It was a long practiced habit to open this one. 'Why do I even keep these?' he wondered. Queens didn't have specialized armed fighters, after all. It would be unseemly.

He closed the drawer and opened the correct one. Light brown slacks and an off white tunic were the call of the day, for the off chance that Yuuri would...

He slammed the drawer shut and set about dressing.

--

Gisela sighed, coming to the end of her long speech. The room was pitch quiet. On one side sat himself and his knight, Rex, and on the other, his family and Yuuri. "Men cannot miscarry," she said, in a tight voice. She hadn't even looked at them. "There's no way avoiding this pregnancy."

The silence was chocking and Wolfram desperately wanted to jump up and point at his husband. 'This is all his fault!' he'd say. 'He drove me to this because he doesn't love me!' After that, Yuuri would realize his great mistake and swear unending devotion to him and this baby.

Rex's hand found his under the table and squeezed. He squeezed back. "I think it would be best if we get an annulment," Wolfram said, amazed at the levelness of his voice. "We've never had..."

Yuuri turned wide eyes to him and studied his face with some mysterious emotion. After a century, he turned to Gisela and asked: "I thought the wedding bands prevented people from getting... Well..."

"You're marriage is only paper, Heika," she said. "In order for that to have happened, you would've had to accept him fully. I mean, do the full, proper marriage and made him your official Queen Consort."

He nodded slowly. "Okay, fine. But why do we have to divorce?"

Wolfram let out a strangled chuckle. "Why do we have to divorce? I'll --"

Rex strained him with a hand and whispered, "don't get angry! It's not good for the baby."

He stared into those deep brown eyes for several long breaths before he gave up his anger and nodded. "Sorry," he said with a slight smile.

"Even so," said the King, his voice strangled. "I'll accept the baby."

Rex shot up. "It's my baby! He doesn't love you, he loves me! Don't you even know that that's the most basic component of male pregnancy? In order for him to get pregnant, he has to love me wholly." He took a breath and Wolfram took the pause to grab his arm and look imploringly at him. He sat down in a loud, put-on sigh. "I would've thought you'd be happy. You only have, what? Eight months before the initial marriage contract would've been up anyway?"

Wolfram felt a headache coming. "Besides," he interjected, "it still wouldn't be possible. Pregnant males need..." he paused, not able to say such a crude thing in front of his family.

"Sex," Rexmuld supplied, ignoring the look of horror on Wolfram's face. "He would have to be with me. Full time, none of this sneaky around."

"Gisela?"

"That's correct, Heika."

Wolfram thanked all the Gods that she hadn't thought to explain that in further depth. Yuuri turned brooding, dark eyes to him. He shivered under the intensity.

"Don't you remember what we talked about this morning when I got up?"

Wolfram blinked. "No. I don't. Was I awake?" He hadn't meant to voice the last part.

Yuuri growled and stood. "Fine, fine. I've signed those papers years ago. Have your fucking divorce."

And then he was gone, storming out of the office, and it would be ten years before Wolfram saw him again.

TBC

I apologize for it's short length. Usually I like to make my story chapters around 15k in a text file but this was the end of it now until the next. Thanks.