Soooo… I just want to apologize to everyone who might have read this fic and hoped there would be a continuation. To be honest I forgot I wrote a fanfiction at all…he he…It was kind of on a whim. But I seem to be getting excellent feedback for it, and I thought, why the heck not. It's summer, and I've got nothing better to do. I think I'll continue this fic and see where it takes me. So! Continuing where we left off…

There was a soft knock on the door.

Yuri froze as three soft taps echoed loudly through the room, in sync with his racing heart. Momentarily distracted, his mind struggled through the fog that had consumed it to glance over his shoulder. Someone was at the door…

A soft whimper brought his attention back to the front. He gazed down at the beautiful creature only inches from his own aching body. She had slipped down the wall, bringing her a few inches shorter than him. For a second, a deep satisfaction tore through him at seeing her so submissive. The hand that rested just above The Lady Cheri's navel twitched and continued its decent. The blonde's plump lips formed into a devious smirk as she let out a long moan of arousal, causing the beautiful boy before her to flush prettily. She had feared for a second that her little tiger would be distracted, but no one could resist her charm!

He really was a beautiful sight with his shoulder length black hair curling slightly in the humidity and the obsidian gems of his eyes, still narrowed in fierce arousal. He was such a wonderful gift! Slender fingers slipped into the soft blonde curls covering her sex and Cheri allowed her eyes to flutter closed. Green eyes opened a sliver as warm lips covered hers and the boy gave a low groan of his own…

A second knock shattered the calm dripping of the water. This time it was faster and more insistent, not to be ignored. Accompanying the loud echoes was a voice. "Your Majesty! It's almost time for dinner!"

Yuri slammed violently back into reality, pupils blowing wide as he stumbled back. It was as if a fog over his mind had suddenly lifted and he snatched his hands back from the blonde seductress. Cheri pouted at him, sticking her lower lip out cutely, and Yuri had to tensely beat down the urge to sink back into her embrace and bite it. Cheri lifted her hand, as if to pull him back and Yuri flinched, finally pulling away completely. He snatched the towel idly floating in the water (he couldn't tell if it was his or Lady Cheri's) and bolted from the bath, leaving a hot and aching blonde in his wake.

Cheri pouted and let out a little whimper of protest. It had been so long since she had anything so fine, and it seemed bad timing had taken away her fun. Ah, well, she would probably see the young man again. The blonde stood sensuously and pulled her soap toward her. As long as she didn't have anything better to do, she might as well get prepared for dinner. There was a rumor that the new king had arrived, and she just couldn't wait to meet him!

Conrad glanced anxiously at the setting sun, the filtered light reflecting orange against his short brown locks and chocolate eyes. His Majesty had been in the bath for quite some time now and Conrad couldn't wait for much longer if he wanted the new king to arrive to dinner on time. It was to be his official introduction to the Royal Family and they really couldn't be late. He had already knocked and called out to the boy with no response. A little thrill of worry ran through him. What if something had happened? He decided he would knock one more time and if the king didn't answer him, he would just have to go in, no matter how inappropriate!

The captain of the Guard raised his hand to knock again when a frantic man rushed around the corner and down the short hall leading to the bath and where Conrad Stood.

"Conrart! What is going on! I felt a huge fluctuation in magic a moment ago!" The tall man stopped sharply in front of Conrad, his long white hair whipping out in front of him, echoing the panic in his purple eyes.

Conrad's eyes widened and he cursed loudly. Damn it all to Hell, sometimes it really irked him that he couldn't sense or use magic. He yanked the large wooden door open- only to be toppled over by an armful of panicking Demon King.

Yuri stumbled back to his feet and slammed the door shut behind him. His hands grasped the door as he panted and leaned against it for support. He glanced down at himself, relieved that his erection had wilted in his panic.

Behind him, Conrad jumped back to his feet. "Your Majesty, what-" Yuri spun back around and threw himself into Conrad's arms.

"C-Conrad! There was a strange woman in my bath! I thought it was supposed to be private!" the young boy wailed against the larger man's shoulder, trembling just the slightest bit.

Conrad frowned. A strange woman in the bath? That could only be...The brunette groaned inwardly. At least now they knew what the flux of power was. He glanced down to the trembling boy in his arms.

"Calm down, Your Majesty. It's almost time for dinner and we really can't be late." Conrad said, deciding to distract rather than explain. He shot a look to Gunter, who snapped out of his blatant staring.

"Yes!" Gunter shouted, startling Yuri. "We must prepare you appropriately for your introduction to the royal family. Do not fear, Your Majesty, for when I am done with you, they will recognize the splendor of your most noble spirit!"

Yuri nodded hesitantly, thoroughly distracted by Gunter's antics. As Gunter led the young King down to his chambers, Conrad sighed in relief and looked back at the bathroom door. Crisis averted, for now.

This is so awkward, Yuri thought to himself glumly. He stared down at the green tablecloth below his plate and tried to will himself out of this situation. It was so painfully quiet that he was pretty sure he could here a pen drop all the way from Japan, other dimension or not.

It was so frustrating! The one attempt he had made at conversation was immediately shot down by the strange, intimidating man with long hair. What was up with the ponytail anyway! Yuri thought viciously. Sure, he's huge and good looking, and could probably snap him in half, but what gave him the right to glare so haughtily at him all dinner? And what was with the snarky blonde, who was so rude when he was introduced? And-and…!

Yuri took a deep breath. There was absolutely no use in upsetting himself. No matter who these gentlemen thought they were, his mother had taught him to be polite no matter what. He plastered his smile back on his face and politely asked when the food would be served.

The blonde — Wolfem? Worfen? —turned haughtily in his direction and sniffed. "Dinner will be served when everyone has arrived." Yuri growled inwardly at his rudeness. When he had first saw Wolfram— yes, that was his name — he had almost jumped out of his skin. He looked so remarkably like the beautiful woman in the bath, and he had to wonder if maybe he wasn't her brother. If he was, he could learn a thing or two about being pleasant. Mmm…pleasant…

Yuri shifted a bit in his seat, remembering, with a bit of a flush, his behavior in the bath. What had come over him? What possessed him so that he had let a strange woman, no matter how beautiful, molest him without a single protest? And he had definitely touched back, which was so unlike him that he had to wonder whether this world was driving him mad. Usually he would have freaked out and high-tailed out of there. But there had been something about her that had just captured him, and released all of his inhibitions. He wondered idly whether he would ever see her again. She seemed so sure he was some kind of gift to her…He shifted again at that particular thought, and grunted in annoyance. Stupid weird underwear!

Yuri was still trying to get used to the cramped speedo he'd had to jamb himself into. Didn't the men around here have dicks to speak of? How on Earth (The Great Demon Kingdom?) could they think these weird underwear were comfortable? He wondered briefly whether it was some sick joke on the part of that white haired man, Gunter. He had seemed suspiciously excited to give them to him…

Yuri snapped himself back to attention. There was some kind of argument going on while he had been daydreaming.

"—serve some other-worlder who doesn't even know anything about this country!" Wolfram's finished. Yuri didn't doubt he was talking about him. He felt his neck twitch, his annoyance from earlier coming back to rear it's ugly head, but he still tried to make peace.

"Look, of course I don't know anything about this country. This morning I was an average high school student, and now suddenly I'm pulled into a world I've never been to and forced to become your king! I didn't ask for this, so just try to get to know me before you make your snappy little judgments." Wolfram's cheeks flushed crimson as he glared fiercely at the double black.

"Hn!" Yuri snapped his head around to look at the long haired lord to his left, Gwendle. "Just as I thought, you have no intention of becoming king. Your just a foreigner." Yuri opened his mouth to retort that, yes, he was, when Conrad cut him off.

"Gwendle, His Majesty is just confused. You will speak to him respectfully." Brown and grey eyes stared each other down and the two men began arguing about him as if he wasn't even there.

Yuri seethed, watching the rapid-fire retorts flying across the table. As much as he appreciated what Conrad was doing, he did not need to be spoken for. He could speak for himself and he certainly didn't appreciate being talked about when he was right there, damnit! Still, he held back his famous temper, the one that always got him in trouble, and attempted to remain polite.

"Ahem," Yuri cleared his throat, trying to get attention from the bickering men.

"—the people will have to suffer for this—"

Yuri was ignored. His neck twitched again.

"Yuri is the King—"

The disgruntled young man picked up his wine glass, wishing there was something a little stronger than the light dinner wine he had been given. He tried again. "Excuse me—"

"—and he was chosen by the Great One—"

"—doesn't have the slightest intention of carrying out his duty—"

Wolfram, the prat, slammed his hands on the table and started yelling as well. Yuri groaned into his hands as the din only got louder.

"What evidence is there he's the Demon King? I bet he's just—" The vein in Yuri's neck started twitching incessantly as Wolfram started throwing baseless insults. Was this dinner never going to end? They hadn't even served the food yet and he was already ready to throw in the towel and call it a night. He tried to drown out Wolfram's ranting, but it felt like there was a ticking time bomb in his head.

Tick.

"—lowly little punk born to filthy humans."

Tick.

"—father was a true demon subordinate—"

Tick.

"—Then his mother was just some hussie, some street trollup—"

Bang.

Yuri stood up so fast that his chair flew out several feet behind him. He was in Wolfram's face so fast that the irritating boy didn't have time to even yelp.

"My 'hussie' of a mother is the only reason you are still standing on your feet and not groveling for forgiveness on the ground before me, so if I were you, I would take my blonde hide from my sight before I do something I will regret." He hissed, his blood pounding in his ears, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

There was a tense silence as everyone in the room absorbed what just happened.

"Oh my."

A soft, sultry voice stopped everyone in their tracks, effectively destroying the tension in the room. Yuri slowly looked over to the door, not believing he just heard what he thought he did. Sure enough, cantering into the room like she was walking on clouds, Lady Cheri appeared again before his very eyes. Instantly, he could feel himself calm down. He looked back forward and his eyes widened in horror. His hands were bunched up under the blonde's chin, nearly pulling his shirt up over his face and the young man was staring at him in shock. Yuri looked over to his left and could see with a sort of numb fascination that Gwendal was halfway drawing his sword and Conrad was holding his hands out, as if to calm a frightened animal. He looked farther along the room and noticed that all of the servants in attendance were staring at him in shock.

Yuri felt a soft touch on the hands that were still practically holding Wolfram aloft. He looked over into the Lady Cheri's eyes, and she sparkled at him, easing his hands off her small doppelganger. "Now, now, what could be the problem here boys? I'm a few minutes late and I find everyone bickering amongst each other. Is that any way for young lords to behave?"

"Mother." The three men croaked out together.

Wait, what? Yuri's head shuddered to a complete stop. Did they just say mother?

Thanks, everyone, for your kind reviews! Otherwise I would have no motivation to write this. You all help me to go on!