"Your Majesty!" Yuuri awoke the next morning to a loud cry from a very concerned Gunter. Yuuri woke with a start and sat up quickly, looking at Gunter with an embarrassed look. "Your Majesty, it is unbefitting of a Young King as Noble as you to be found in such a fashion! Even by your trusted court advisors! You might even have caught a fever!" Günter wailed. Yuuri thought about what had happened last night and quickly came up with an excuse as to why he was there. "I…Uh…I had been in my room, but I- Uh- wanted to double check on a few of the papers I signed and ended up falling asleep…"He lied. "I'm sorry Gunter, I don't mean to worry you…"He apologized, rubbing the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile. Gunter clasped his hands together and smiled. "His Majesty! Such a dedicated and thorough individual!" He exclaimed with a swoon. Yuuri stood up and sighed. "Thank you for your concern Gunter…" He said with a smile before walking down the hall and turning the corner to go dress for breakfast. He walked quietly down the hall in the direction of his room, hoping no one would come along and see him sneaking around in his pajamas like some weirdo. He put his hand on the door knob, inhaling deeply in anxiety, hoping that Wolfram would already be up and out of the room. Before he could have a chance to think past that, he heard the sound of footsteps and the voice he least wanted to hear floated to his ears. "Scared of your own quarters, wimp?" Wolfram said with an even tone as he walked right past Yuuri, who now clenched the door knob, blushing the brightest red possible. He didn't bother retorting before turning the knob and flinging the door open, quickly closing it behind him as he stepped inside. He exhaled and leaned against the closed door, blushing deeply with a frantic expression on his face. He sighed and started unbuttoning his pajama shirt, making a sound as his hand brushing along his chest brings up memories of the night before. He sighed deeply and grabbed his fresh clothes that are hanging, ready for him, on one of the chairs next to the wardrobe and quickly changed to avoid further embarrassment. His face is flushed, and he staggers slightly as he slides his pants on. He shakes his head clear and stands up straight, fully dressed and standing in front of the mirror. He brushes a hand through his hair, shivering as he feels his ice cold hand make contact with his forehead. He sighs and turns with his stomach in knots as he heads out the door. He waves at a gaggle of maids as he passes by them on his way down the corridor, smiling, if a little weakly. He blinks heavily every few moments, clearing himself of a dizzy feeling.
When he arrives at the breakfast table, his eyes immediately zoom in on Wolfram, before quickly looking away. Wolfram was seated next to Yuuri's normal seat, with Greta on his other side, looking down at the breakfast he was eating as she announced her plans for the day. "And Annissina-san is going to let me sit with her while she works on an equation for a new invention! Isn't that great!?"She exclaimed, smiling. Wolfram looked slightly put off by this plan, but Yuuri smiled as he sat down, wobbling ever so slightly. "That's very nice of her Greta...Did you say thank you?" He asked, smiling at his adoptive daughter. She nodded, tilting forward in her seat as she grabbed her morning juice. "Yep!" She said happily, taking a sip of it. Yuuri smiled slightly before picking up his fork and moving his food around slightly, taking a tentative bite. He didn't have much of an appetite; he contributed to the knots in his stomach forming tighter and tighter with each moment he sat next to Wolfram, who was having a slightly less than polite conversation with Conrad about their mother, who had left the castle on her ship early that morning. "She goes gallivanting off on these cruises far too often! She may not be Maou anymore, but she still has responsibilities! "He ranted, his temper rising higher and higher to the surface. Yuuri picked around his food, and silently watched the blonde fume to his brother, who had quite the amused look on his face. The same he always did when Wolfram angered about something silly or trivial. Yuuri's eyes moved back over to Wolfram, and more specifically his deep, emerald green eyes. They sparked with a certain kind of passion when he got heated. A blush passed over Yuuri's face. He couldn't help remembering the same fiery passion wrapping itself around him as Wolfram straddled on top of him. His eyes fell to his lips, and he remembered the same fiery warmth melting from them onto his own, and filling his entire body with a soft heat. He felt that heat spread through his body as he remembered it. He looked away from Wolfram, just in time before Wolfram glanced over at him. Yuuri's face was embraced by a steaming heat, following the rest of his body. His mind was cloudy, as Wolfram began talking to him with urgency in his voice. He couldn't make out the words, all he could hear was a faint thunder of voice before….
When Yuuri awoke he was surprised to find himself in his own bed, a cooling wet towel placed on his forehead. His vision was blurry at first but after a few blinks it cleared and he tentatively sat up, the towel sliding from his forehead to his lap. He grabbed it and looked around, the room empty. The sky was a soft periwinkle blue, being barely breached by a sliver of morning sunlight. It was morning last he remembered, but not this early. Had he been dreaming? But where had this towel come from? The questions began building and building. He tried to answer a few of them on his own by trying to remember what had happened. He was at the breakfast table, and all he could remember was thinking about Wolfram's eyes, and lips. He felt himself go warm again. He didn't think he'd gone Maou. He didn't feel nearly as weak as he usually did after that. He began to feel dizzy sitting up, so he laid back down. He must have caught something when he'd slept in the hall, and passed out from it. But all he remembered was that warm feeling in his body when he thought about Wolfram's lips, and that passionate look in his eyes. The warm feeling began to spread through his entire body again. Settling heavily in his chest and, most uncomfortably, his groinal regions. He cared for Wolfram, that he knew wholeheartedly, and it would even make him sad sometimes when Wolfram would feel such passion over the silliest things, and feel so hurt by things Yuuri thought nothing of. The feelings he was having for Wolfram now were quite different, as he thought back to that night in his bedroom, with one of his closest soldiers, and friends straddled over him and giving him kisses that were as hot as fire on his lips, and chest…Yuuri jumped at the sound of his own moan. He hadn't realized he'd been stroking himself through his pajama pants as he thought of the blonde fireball. He squirmed uncomfortably, unable to pull his hand away, he froze. He imagined Wolfram's taunting's and teasing, in an effort to feel for the blonde in a not so great light, but it only succeeded to send a shiver up his spine at even a remembrance of Wolframs voice. His mind leading back to Wolfram's voice, hot and husky, as he kissed all kinds of places on his body. His hand trembled as he slowly stroked himself again at the thought of the blonde. Another moan escaped him and he flushed deeper in embarrassment. His mind took him over, as a very life like image of Wolfram directly after his bath, dripping wet and not yet in his nightgown, turning to Yuuri with that soft look in his eyes, his emotions indiscernible. Yuuri groaned and slid his hand inside his trousers, wrapped his hand shyly around his member and stroked himself. His pace picked up with every image of Wolfram that passed his mind, right down to outright fantasies of him and the blonde doing unspeakable, dirty things. He stroked himself quickly, desperate for release at the thought of the blonde's mouth on places much lower than his mouth. He moaned and cried out Wolfram's name several times over as he finished, an incredible wave of pleasure settling over him as his orgasm completed. He panted softly, and opened his eyes to see a very shocked looking blonde standing in front of the door. He was in his nightgown, and had a soft blush across his face. He cleared his throat and spoke. "I see you're feeling better your majesty…"He said, his voice even and calm. Yuuri went a deep, bright red and stood up quickly out of bed to explain himself, only to become very dizzy and lose balance. Wolfram was at his side instantly, holding him up gently by his upper arms. "Yuuri! Wimp! What do you think you're doing, getting up so fast after being bedridden for so long!?"He said in a loud whisper. Yuuri flushed from both vertigo and from being in the blondes arms. "It's…I mean… wasn't…It's not what you think Wolfram!"He stammered, slowly feeling his blush spread to the rest of his body. Wolfram stopped and stared at him for a moment and cleared his throat, a small blush appearing across his face. "Yuuri…"He started. Yuuri put his arms on the other boy's, blushing heavily. "I'm sorry about what happened the other day…about...running off…I don't know…I…"He stuttered, faltering a bit as Wolfram looked at him. Yuuri blushed even harder as Wolfram stared at him intently, a spark of passion glinting in his gorgeous green eyes. Wolfram lowered his hands away from Yuuris' arms, and inhaled deeply. "I am yours, your highness. I am your loyal soldier and fiancé. I will wait for you as long as you need…" He said, giving a slight bow. He grabbed Yuuris hand gently and kissed it softly, looking up at his fiancé with a slight fear in his eyes, disguised only by the determination shining before it. Yuuri looked at Wolfram with a blush, mostly frozen in place. His mind raced as he processed the events of the last few days. Wolfram swallowed his fear and urgently pulled Yuuri into a strong embrace, and whispered in his ear, his voice trembling as he spoke. "I will wait Yuuri, even if you never need me, I will wait. "He said, his voice shaky. Yuuri stayed stiff for a moment, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around Wolframs waist, squeezing him tightly. "Wolfram…."He breathed out softly as he felt the blonde tremble slightly. They stayed in such position for a moment before Wolfram pulled away, a scowl on his face and a gleam in his eyes. "You wimp! Sleeping on the stone floor?! How dare your reckless actions fluster the entire castle! What kind of king are you?!"He ranted loudly, pinching Yuuris ear and pulling him forward. The timid king yelped and frowned. "Don't call me a wimp!" He protested loudly, frowning.
Both boys stopped as they heard the door open. Conrad stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow. "Is…everything alright your majesty?" He asked calmly, wearing his signature smile. Wolfram released Yuuri and folded his arms across his chest, a slight pout appearing on his face as he turned away from the king. Yuuri sighed and gave Conrad an exasperated smile. "Yes Conrad…It's alright…Just a…Misunderstanding…"He said with a more confident smile. Wolfram rolled his eyes and gave a soft 'hmph' before putting his hands on his hips. "Are we planning on spending our entire day in our sleepwear, Yuuri?" He said, striding over to the wardrobe and riffling through his clothes. Yuuri rolled his eyes and smiled at Conrad. "We'll see you at breakfast Conrad…"He said with a chuckle as the steaming blonde become more frustrated. Conrad smiled at Yuuri, hiding his chuckle at his little brother and left the room, shutting the door gently. Yuuri walked over to where his clothes were already hanging on a hook on the wall. He looked down slightly and inhaled softly. "Thank you Wolfram….I….It's…We're gonna need to take our time…"He said quietly, making the blonde's stiff shoulders relax, and a sigh escape from him. "We have all the time in the world Yuuri…"He said, glancing over at Yuuri with a deep emotion in his eyes. Yuuri turned and smiled at him. "Thanks Wolfram…"He said in a friendly tone, turning back to his clothes to dress for a day, feeling very good about the day to come.