A/N: Thanks to the people who reviewed the first chapter! I don't have time right now, so next chapter I'll respond to your reviews!

This one is sort of eeeeh. If you like crossdressing, you'll like this. If not, leave or I'll ruin your life on the internet. I has connections... ;D

Pairings ( forgot to add this detail last chapter ) : slight YuurixWolfram

Disclaimer: don't own anything except for writing this k.

Notes: this is boys love, so be warned. includes crossdressing and panty shots.

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Bodice (n): The upper part of a woman's dress, extending from the waist to the shoulders; a tight corset that is laced over a blouse.

"Yozak, can you not be so forceful when it comes to this?"

"Ahaha, that's nonsense, your Excellency! I know you're going to refuse if I don't force you into this!"

"Gaaah! Let go of me!"

Yuuri had been in his own room with Wolfram, until Yozak knocked on the door awhile ago. Wolfram then told Yuuri to politely get the hell out of the room ("What are you standing there for, wimp!? I told you to get out!"), and was listening to Wolfram's protests against Yozak and whatever he was doing to the blond. He had to admit, it was starting to aggravate him… not knowing, or even sure he wanted to know, what was going on. He felt a twinge of something in his consciousness, but the Maou tried to wave it off as something else.

"J-just hold on, Yozak! Who do you think you're touching?!" Yuuri's ears seemed to prick forward, straining to hear the conversation. "And where do you think you're touching, at that matter?!"

That was the last exclamation from the blond, before an arcane pulse of something coursed through his veins, sending him to throw open the heavy oak door and barge into his room.

The picture before him was definitely questionable.

A redheaded soldier had wrestled a particularly pretty boy onto the floor, using one strong hand to press against the boy's back to keep him pinned, while the other dangled a very suggestive article of women's clothing in front of Wolfram's red face.

Yuuri stared at the two of them.

Yozak merely grinned and nodded to His Majesty in acknowledgement.

Wolfram could only gaze in horror as his fiancé had walked in on such an embarrassing scene.

Sensing the discomfort, Yozak went on to explain things. "Aaah, young master! Wolfram here is trying on a gift from his Mama!" Wolfram now made one last desperate endeavor to escape from Yozak's grasp, but was instead hoisted up and held by the armpits, vulnerable to Yuuri's stare, which seemed to widen by the second.

White and pink. Lots of it, or too little of it, depending on how one viewed it.

One of Cheri's custom-made dresses, Yuuri guessed; the bottom, skirt-like part to it was one layer of frills after another, and stopped a few inches above the ankles. The starting color for the skirt's striped pattern was pink, and then white, pink, white, etcetera. It was like a classic French maid dress, excluding its color and top.

The upper part of Wolfram was half covered by a taut looking corset, called a bodice, if he could recall. When Yuuri was young, his mother loved to try on different types of dresses on him, from the classic kimono to mid 14th century European frocks. Thankfully, Yuuri's mother never put the bodice on him, for he was only a child at the time; but his mother herself wanted to try on one of those chic dresses too, bought one, and put on the corset with the attire. She wore the costume with difficulty all day; all she did was complain about how she could not breathe and how it hurt to eat, but was proud of the results, nonetheless.

Although for Wolfram, the bodice was not laced up all the way yet, and he looked sort of ridiculous standing there, hands balling into fists and then releasing to try and feel less insecure under Yuuri's gaze. The sleeves, pink in color, were only three-quarters, and had some black lace bows at the end. The front of the bodice was plain white, thankfully, and nothing too revealing. If it did have something along those lines, he was afraid of how Wolfram would go about it, since he had nothing to reveal in the first place.

"Hey Yozak…" started Yuuri, looking back up at the Rütenburg Patriot. "I know Wolfram let you in, but this is the Maou's room. If you don't mind…" A nervous smile showed on Yuuri's face, and Yozak blinked, but understood. The black-haired boy was not trying to be uncouth, only considerate of Wolfram's comfort level at the moment.

"Alright then, young master. You can have fun dolling up Wolfram for tonight," hummed the redhead, before exiting the room and walking down the corridor. Yuuri followed behind him for a bit, before closing the door. He then turned to face his fiancé.

Wolfram refused to make any eye contact with Yuuri, and Yuuri refused to stop staring at Wolfram until he said something. Silence ensued.

Eventually, it was the blond who broke down and heatedly whipped his head towards Yuuri, intense eyes all but daring the dark-haired boy to question his attire.

"So… what's going on tonight?" Yuuri tried to avoid the matter of Wolfram's apparel, but it was dreadfully inevitable.

Wolfram sighed and walked over to their bed, ungracefully plopping down. "Mother is finally coming back from her search for free love, but only for awhile."

Yuuri looked at him incredulously, before padding over to where Wolfram was and settling down next to the fair-haired Mazoku. "And so that's the reason of your cross-dressing?" The blond merely grunted. "Well, it has been awhile since we've seen Cheri… and it's definitely not surprising of what she would request of some people, but just for her little welcome party tonight?" No answer from Wolfram. "Don't you think that's too much?"

"Mother is mother," Wolfram said hotly. "And I would do anything to see her happy with me." Cue a suspicious stare from Yuuri.

"You really are a momma's boy, Wolf. I hate to say it, but not many boys would go that far to please their mother's whims." He looked down, only to see painted fingers pulling at a stray hem on the edge of the bedspread. Yuuri watched on, amused; he even painted his fingers? Jeez. Even my mom had no intent of going that far of dressing me as a girl… I think.

After a brief silence, Wolfram stood up and looked down at Yuuri.

"Hey, wimp, do you mind helping me finish putting this on?"

"Hm? Oh, sure…"

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Ten minutes later, Wolfram found himself successfully dressed in the clothing his mother had requested.

"Yuuri, should I even bother to ask where you learned how to put on dresses like these?"

"Wolfram, should I even bother to ask why you're wearing a dress like this?"

The two glared at each other hard, before Yuuri started smiling that stupid, infectious smile, and Wolfram could not help but let a grin split his lips. A warm laughter was shared between the two for awhile, and it felt nice.

Sometimes, just sometimes, Yuuri wished it was always this way with Wolfram and himself, where the atmosphere resembled that of a happy... couple.

Moments like those never lasted long, because there was always an interruption; this time it was by Wolfram's eyes broadening, a blush spreading like wildfire over his cheeks, and loss of voice.

The blond was staring over Yuuri's shoulder at something that had fully captured his attention. Yuuri gently touched his fiancé's shoulder, frowning in concern. "Wolf? What's wrong?"

The blond sprung up, making Yuuri jump back in surprise. Wolfram pulled up his frills a bit, and made an awkward dash at the foot of the bed, where a gift bag and a bunch of tissue paper were strewn. Yuuri had enough time to see Wolfram pick up a small piece of clothing that was hidden by the trash. The Mazoku had surreptitiously hid it behind his back, and then demanded Yuuri get out at once.

Before he knew it, Yuuri found himself outside his room again, after being reprimanded by his fiancé. He sighed in defeat and slumped against the wall.

The rather new maid, Effe, passed by, pushing a cart of her delectable confections. Yuuri guessed those were going to the banquet room for Cheri's homecoming. The Maou made eye contact with her and offered a polite smile and a wave, in which she stopped her task and bowed.

"Say, Effe, do you know where Greta is?"

The girl straightened up and thought for a moment, a slender finger coming up to rest on her cheek. Amethyst eyes then shone with an answer, before she brightly said, "I believe Princess Greta went to greet Queen Cecile, Your Majesty."

Yuuri made an incoherent noise at this, thanked Effe and waited for her to go about her way. When the maid had turned the corner, the black-haired boy threw open his door, only to get an unexpected, to say the least, greeting.

Wolfram was bent over, re-strapping the high heel shoes to his stocking-clad feet. But it wasn't so much the whole 'oh hey Wolfram is tying his girly shoes' idea, but something that appealed much more to Yuuri's hormones than he would have liked.

The fair-haired boy was situated in such a way that allowed the skirt part of his attire to rise and give him a nice view of…

An intense wave of heat hit him, and his hands instantly went up to cover his mouth. He… oh god… was he even allowed to have thoughts like those of his fiancé come to mind?

"Yuuri! What do you think you're staring at?!" the harsh voice that did not match with his fiancé's lovely face definitely set off some warning bells. He could not bring himself to look at Wolfram, for he knew the blond saw him staring a little too long at something that he should not have been interested in to begin with. Interestingly enough, said blonde was brought to a stiff upright, and facing the Maou in an ominous stance.

Oh shit.

Wolfram began to advance towards Yuuri at an alarming rate, heels clacking against the tiled floor. The black-haired boy acted on instinct and keeled over into a fetal position, using his arms to try to secrete himself, blurting out whatever half-hearted apologies came to mind that would save his own ass.

"W- w- w- wait, Wolf! I- I didn't mean it! S- Sorry!" One leg donned with a particularly perilous high heel was being lifted and being carefully calculated as to where to aim on the Maou. "Cheri is here! Th- that's I came to tell you, y-yeah!"

Wolfram froze. Letting the words sink in, his face that was once flushed with embarrassment began to pale. He turned and put his foot down, gathered his frills, and began to move out the door in an approach more or less elegant attained by a proud soldier in women's garments.

Yuuri slowly uncurled himself from his position on the floor and watched his fiancé go. Well, there went one problem. Now he had to take care of a more personal problem.

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A/N: Well, I finished this awhile ago. Sorry for not putting it up. I actually continued this for a whole two pages more... but it was too long and blah so I just decided to post this where I originally stopped. Woops. xx I know I said I wouldn't make 'continuations', but I might post the second part of this for another letter, but not for Letter C! ;D

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