Sleeping

Authors Notes: The first in a set of twelve oneshots which will cover the path to romance that Wolfram von Bielefeld and Yuuri Shibuya travel down. They are small but meaningful and if I'm feeling generous, the last fic in this series will be a lemon. But I'm pretty much just wanting to keep it clean and without teh smex. Enjoy please.

Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own Kyou Kara Maou! nor any of the related persons, locations, items, or the like found in this fanfiction. Kyou Kara Maou! is the rightful property of Tomo Takabayashi, now don't we all just adore Takabayashi-san?

Warning: Not much to warn about, anyone with a brain should know that the couple featured in this fanfiction are both male. This fanfiction will contain BL fluff.

As darkness fell on Covenant Castle, things were almost always the same. From the demon king's room came a rather loud squabbling, the others trying to sleep in the castle simply pulled their covers or pillows over their head and tried to sleep. They knew the familiar argument would soon be over, almost always with the same outcome.

"Yuuri! I'm your fiancé! There is nothing wrong with sharing a bed, you ungrateful wimp!" the blond prince shouted, hurtling a pillow at the demon king. He never could quite understand why Yuuri was so reluctant about sharing the bed. Wolfram knew that he was a literal bed hog, and often times when morning came, his reluctant fiancé would be sprawled on the ground while he rested comfortably in the bed, but even still; they were engaged and sleeping in the same bed was hardly something to be so opposed to. Crossing his arms annoyed, Wolfram awaited his wimp of a fiancé's reply.

"But Wolfram!" Yuuri whined drawing out the princes name. "I just want to sleep alone in my own bed tonight!" the Maou exclaimed as he dodged the pillow that had been hurtled at him. Wolfram was violent; even with something as harmless as a pillow.

Uncrossing his arms, Wolfram stamped his foot. "Why does it matter, Yuuri! What's wrong with sleeping in the same bed! We're engaged!" he pointed out again, Yuuri didn't bother counting how many times Wolfram pulled the "engaged" thing anymore.

Yuuri could never understand why Wolfram was so set on sleeping with him every single night, and it seemed that no matter how many times they had this fight, and no matter how many times Yuuri "won", he would wake up in the morning and Wolfram would be in bed with him anyway, having snuck in sometime during the night. It was such a bother but as of late, he'd been getting so weary of these squabbles that he'd just given up and let Wolfram do what he wished. It wasn't as if Wolfram actually tried to do anything to him during the night, but half the time he did end up sleeping on the floor. It was annoying, but he didn't particularly enjoy fighting, so with a sigh and a shrug, Yuuri gave up. "Fine, you win tonight," he muttered picking up the pillow that had been flung at him. Annoyed and tired, Yuuri flopped down onto his bed and pulled the covers over his head. "Good night," he muttered before falling silent.

Wolfram was quite pleased with himself at this point, and so after straightening his night gown, he quietly and gently got into bed. Yuuri was dead asleep already. Something Wolfram had learned about Yuuri was that he fell asleep ridiculously fast, especially if it was this late. He'd hit the pillow and then be out like a fire quenched with water. For Wolfram it was different though, it took him just a little while to get to sleep, and usually that time was spent admiring Yuuri as he slept. Yuuri really was quite adorable when he slept, he had such a baby face, and sometimes he'd even babble incoherent things as he dreamt. Tonight was no different. As Wolfram lay there beside Yuuri, he watched his fiancé with a gentle smile.

Yuuri treated their whole engagement like some big accident or joke. He always told Wolfram to stop talking about their engagement and to stop acting like they were a couple. But now, as Wolfram looked at Yuuri's sleeping face, he knew that he could never stop. Wolfram loved Yuuri, he loved him with all his body, mind, and soul, and he just wished that Yuuri would stop being oblivious. No matter how many times Wolfram blatantly said, "I love you," Yuuri always took it like Wolfram didn't mean it. Wolfram knew Yuuri didn't hate him, in fact they could actually be considered friends, but Wolfram struggled every day wondering to himself, "Am I not good enough for him?" When he saw Yuuri look at a pretty girl, it made Wolfram's heart ache, to see his fiancé looking at someone else with possible thoughts of romance. When that happened, he would forcibly try to correct Yuuri, and no matter what, he always forgave his fiancé, but those events truly did hurt.

Yuuri sighed in his sleep, and ripped Wolfram from his somewhat troubled thoughts. He smiled as he again looked at Yuuri's face, but this time however, he noticed that Yuuri's bangs were hanging into his face, and it looked as if Yuuri was about to sneeze. So gently Wolfram reached over and tenderly moved the ebony tendrils of hair away from his fiancés gentle face. Before removing his hand though, Wolfram carefully set his hand down on Yuuri's cheek, giving the soft skin a gentle stroke before withdrawing his hand. Smiling once again, a sort of conflicted smile, Wolfram whispered "I really do love you, Yuuri," before he closed his eyes and let sleep take him over.

Wolfram didn't know that Yuuri had only been feigning his sleep. Opening one eye, the Maou looked at his sleeping fiancé. He'd never openly admit it, and even to himself it was hard to admit, but Wolfram was actually kind of cute. Just kind of.

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