Sacrifices Made For Love

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou

Note: This chapter is slightly more serious, but don't worry, this is not supposed to be a super depressing story at all. Have Faith!

Chapter 3: Silenced Urges

Wolfram and Conrad stood by the small fountain in the courtyard, waiting for Yuuri and Gwendal to turn up. They were all headed in to town for no reason in particular, but even so, the other two were late. The brothers had gotten to talking about old flames and first times, each laughing as the old memories came back.

"Wow…, I haven't thought about that in years. I wonder what she's doing now," Wolfram smiled, recalling one of the girls he had courted in his earlier years. He had always been popular with both the ladies and the men, yet he had always found it difficult to be around them. He guessed it was because he didn't like opening up about himself, or that he just hadn't found the right person. Although he often seemed vain and shallow on the outside, there was so much more to him.

"She's probably got a family," Conrad thought aloud, "I wouldn't see why not, she was a pretty one. So, Yuuri was a virgin on your wedding night, correct?"

Wolfram nodded, a content expression dawning upon his face, "that was a wonderful night. Though, it's not like the Maou and I hadn't been together before." He immediately regretted saying this.

Conrad's hazel eyes went wide as he spun to look at him, "you mean you and the Maou had…."

The blonde cringed, it sounded so dirty when he said it. "Yes Conrad," Wolfram muttered meekly, trying now to avoid his gaze. He felt ashamed; he had gone to the Maou so easily.

"Does Yuuri know about this?"

Wolfram could only shake his head. He had never mentioned it, he had always hoped it wouldn't be important, that it would just disappear. Dammit Wolfram, he cursed himself, you always screw everything up. "You…please…don't tell him."

"I won't, Wolfram, it's you who needs to do that."

Before the queen could respond, a cheerful greeting from Yuuri ended their conversation. "Oi, Wolf, Conrad!" The older brother acted as if nothing had happened and waved merrily back at the young king. Wolfram did his best to hide his onslaught of guilt as Yuuri kissed him sweetly on the cheek. "So, ready to go?"

Conrad answered, "We were waiting for you, your majesty."

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Hours later Wolfram sat up nervously in the window seat, hands on his stomach. New fears had sprung into his mind, had the child been conceived with the Maou? Would Yuuri turn him away if he knew? He held his forehead in his palm as he imagined the pain Yuuri would have knowing that the child had been conceived before he had even lost his virginity. No matter how Wolfram looked at it, it felt like infidelity.

Yuuri stirred from his sleep, finally sensing that his husband was no longer in bed. After a moment of confused shuffling he rolled over, relaxing as his eyes located Wolfram beside the window. "Come to bed, Wolfe, it's late."

"Wimp," he murmured unenthusiastically in response. How could he call Yuuri the wimp? Then a thought struck him, how many times had he beckoned Yuuri to come to bed like this?

"Fine, I'm a wimp, but come to bed. You'll get sick."

The blonde reluctantly crawled beneath the sheets, being sure to avoid Yuuri. Normally they would have made love, yet to do that now, Wolfram thought, seemed almost sinful.

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The next morning Wolfram was in the midst of a heated battle between himself and a spoon he had dropped on the floor. His now significantly larger belly made it quite difficult to bend down and when he got close enough to reach it, it disappeared from his sight. "This can't get any worse, can it?" He mumbled. Yet just as he said that his foot kicked the small utensil underneath the table. "Screw it."

"Need a little help?" Conrad laughed from across the table. Wolfram blinked for a moment, not remembering when he had come in.

"What have you been doing this whole time, just watching?" The boy snapped, his usual pout recapturing his lips.

"I thought you could handle it, Wolfram."

"Humph."

Finally the man stood and retrieved his brother's spoon, wiping it off with a napkin. Wolfram mumbled his thanks and returned to eating his toast which was drowned with jam. He normally disliked too much jam, yet as of late he had been pouring it on every breakfast food; save for pancakes which he sank in a lake of maple syrup.

"Have you told Yuuri yet?"

Wolfram ignored the comment, now acting suddenly interested in his jam soaked toast which now tasted soggy and cold.

"I didn't think so."

"What do you mean by that, Weller? That I am incapable of doing so? I am not the wimp in this relationship. I will tell Yuuri when I am ready." The blonde fumed, not noticing that his husband had entered the room. The king stopped, looking at the brothers with a confused expression.

"There's something you have to tell me?"