[A/N: Greetings, fellow KKM fans! This will be my first Conrad/Yuri fanfic (not to mention my first fanfic in years - seriously, years) so please be gentle! I find it very doubtful that anyone who has seen/read KKM has a problem with BL, considering how prominent it is in the series, so I don't think I have to warn potential readers about the content of this fic haha~ There will be more chapters to come, but seeing as I'm in the middle of midterms at my university, I'm not sure how soon I'll get around to writing more. Let me know if you like it, though! Feedback is always welcome C: OH and here's a sweet song I heard recently that fits Conrad/Yuri perfectly: www . youtube . com/watch?v=orJJniWRpRQ (just take out the spaces) Enjoy! Until next time~~ Falbet]

"Wolfram...let's stop this," Yuri mumbled into his pillow, his back to his fiancée.

"Stop what?" Wolfram sleepily snapped back.

"Don't play dumb; you know what I mean. This isn't fair."

"What's not fair, Yuri?"

"Sharing a bed with you while my heart longs for someone else—it's not fair to you. Letting this farce go on for so long..."

Wolfram held his tongue and allowed the silence to surround them before letting out a heavy sigh. "This has something to do with why you stopped wearing that pendant Conrart gave you, does it not?"

Yuri flinched at Wolfram's cutting words, but could not reply. He rolled onto his back, exhausted, and looked toward the ceiling. Trailing his eyes to meet Wolfram's, he said earnestly, "I'm sorry, Wolfram."

The blonde held his gaze before grinning wryly. "I don't want to accept your apology, you wimp, but I will anyway. Besides, I knew it was only a matter of time."

"Wolfram—"

"It hurts him, you know? That you stopped wearing it." Green eyes glanced over to take in as much of the Demon King as he could one last time before Wolfram collected himself and crawled out the bed he was never invited to and, now, never would be. He walked around to Yuri's side of the bed and drew the covers up over his ex-fiancée, resting his hands on his lost love's cheeks. "I really did love you, Yuri," he whispered, refusing to let his tears fall free. Yuri's face contorted in guilt and before he could breathe any words past his lips, Wolfram's covered his in a chaste kiss. The young maou barely had time to be surprised before he noticed the blonde already a few steps away from his bedside, bowing. "If you'll excuse me, your majesty," Wolfram said, all business, and headed for the door.

When Wolfram grasped the door handle and moved to leave, Yuri's voice stopped him.

"What is it?" he questioned, refusing to let any fantasies of Yuri calling him back and apologizing, saying he was the one he truly loved, cloud his mind.

Yuri looked around frantically, completely at a loss for words, and mumbled a few incoherencies before groaning in defeat and murmuring, "Good night." Wolfram bowed again, slightly, and bade his king a good night before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

"I'm so cruel..." Yuri whimpered quietly to himself and curled up on his side, hiding beneath the covers. His thoughts found their way back to the beautiful blue pendant discarded on his nightstand and the man who gave it to him. So loyal... he mused sleepily. But that's to be expected. It's just as Adelbert said back on the island... he only watches over me so diligently as an extension of his precious Julia...Yet, even knowing that... I can't keep myself from longing for him. I can't keep myself from wishing that, just once, he wouldn't see her when he looks at me. I wish he would just see me...Yuri shivered under the covers, not for the cold, but because of the sudden overwhelming desolation. Reaching out for the nearest pillow, he drew it to himself, hugging it tightly against his chest, and slowly fell into a fitful sleep.