This chapter is a bit longer than the others, but y'all deserve it since I didn't get this out near as soon as I'd been hoping. Sorryyyyy!

WARNING! The following is basically pure, unadulterated smut (with some anxiety-ridden Yuuri thrown into the mix). If this isn't what you're looking for (in that case, why the hell are you even reading this story?), then press that lovely little back button up there ^ somewhere. Enjoy! =)

This time when Wolfram's lips met his king's, he couldn't hold back. The kiss was a ferocious clashing of lips and teeth and tongue as Yuuri struggled to keep up with his fiancé. Wolfram's tongue plunged in and out of his lover's mouth with fervor, mimicking what a certain other part of his overheated body hoped to do soon. He twined his tongue around Yuuri's as his hands slithered down to the hem of the other boy's shirt before slipping inside. With the greater amount of skin on skin contact, Wolfram paused briefly as fire roared through his veins. Yuuri noticed that the blond was no longer completely overpowering him and took this opportunity to experiment and let his tongue tentatively enter Wolfram's mouth. He felt a surge of heady power mixed with a decent amount of embarrassment at the guttural groan he managed to elicit from Wolfram.

Well, Yuuri could say with certainty that he seemed to enjoy kissing Wolfram, perhaps more than he really should. While his mind was still reeling, his traitorous body was reacting enthusiastically, winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. He mentally glared at himself; this wasn't how this was supposed to happen!

"Gods Yuuri," the blond whispered huskily, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of Yuuri's ear and chuckling as he heard him squeak in response. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Having you ready and willing under me turns me on more than you can even imagine." He lowered his hips to rub against Yuuri's leg, proving that he was turned on indeed. The dark eyes widened comically in response as he clearly felt the blond's rock hard erection grinding into his thigh. Wolfram watched to see what the boy's reaction would be, still slightly wary.

To Yuuri's morbid fascination, he felt his own cock twitch to life. He knew this was so wrong, on so many levels, but his body didn't seem to care. And despite the fact that Wolfram was obviously dominating him, it was still an exhilarating rush of power to know that he could do this to him without even trying.

Wolfram apparently decided that the five seconds he'd allowed for Yuuri to be able to think coherently was more than enough as he resumed his attack on the delectable boy beneath him. His fingers danced lightly over the other's ribcage, pushing up the boy's shirt as his hands continued their ascent. The feather-light brush of his fingertips over his sides caused Yuuri to giggle and squirm. Wolfram grinned evilly and vowed to keep this piece of information in mind for future reference before pushing the shirt over Yuuri's head. As soon as the shirt was off, the blond's mouth searched out Yuuri's again, finding it quickly. After another brief kiss, he detached from the succulent lips to trail his own along the Maoh's jaw before swiftly making his way to the tanned throat that had caught his attention at dinner earlier. He eagerly licked, nipped, and sucked the soft skin there as his hands freely roamed across the other boy's torso, drinking in the little sounds of pleasure Yuuri was emitting. As he reached the boy's pulse point, a low moan was ripped from the throat beneath his lips. He felt his cock jump in response.

Not two seconds after that, Yuuri brought his hands up between them and abruptly shoved the blond off of him and onto the floor, one of his hands catching the blond in the face. Caught by surprise, Wolfram was easily moved and just barely managed to get his feet beneath himself before he fell right on his ass. His green eyes were wide and still slightly glazed before he realized what exactly had happened and why he wasn't still pressed against a warm body. His eyes narrowed to slits as he put a hand up to his cheek. "What. The. Fuck. Was. That?" he growled lowly.

Yuuri sat up on the bed, fidgeting nervously. "W-well…" he stuttered. "I couldn't help it!"

"So you had to punch me?" Wolfram asked incredulously. "I was making out with you, not holding up a bank!"

The dark-haired boy flushed even more. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he mumbled. "But I've barely even been kissed before and you're going so fast and I have no idea what's going on and I just, I don't know, I freaked!"

Wolfram's harsh glare softened a bit as he plopped back down onto the bed next to his fiancé. He grabbed Yuuri's hand, playing absently with his fingers as he looked at him for a few seconds. "Did you…like it?" he asked, suddenly hesitant.

He noticed that the Maoh's blush extended past his neck, halfway down his chest. "Umm, I didn't hate it…" he edged.

"You know that doesn't answer my question, wimp," the blond replied, one eyebrow arched.

Yuuri ignored the insult, which had long ago become more of a nickname, in favor of preparing himself for the intense embarrassment of the conversation. "Yes," he whispered.

A sly grin curled Wolfram's lips as he brought up a slender hand to cup behind his own ear. "Excuse me, what did you say?" he asked innocently. "I couldn't hear you."

If looks could kill, the prince would be long dead. "Fine, you jerk. Yes, I liked it! You happy now?" He crossed his arms over his chest, pouting, before turning away from Wolfram.

Wolfram laughed and grabbed Yuuri's shoulder to make him turn back around to face him. A violent shudder racked his body and he had to put all of his will into not jumping in right where they left off. He let go of Yuuri's shoulder as if it had burned him. "Are you-" Noticing how husky his voice was, he stopped to clear his throat before trying again. "Are you completely against going any further than this?" he questioned, hoping he wouldn't regret even asking.

Yuuri looked at him hesitantly and paused before answering haltingly. "I wouldn't…say that I'm completely against it, no. But I really…don't know what I want right now. I'm so confused and I have no idea what's going on and I'm…well, I'm kinda scared," he admitted, looking away.

The blond scoffed quietly. "Do you trust me Yuuri?"

"Well, yes, of course I trust you Wolf," he answered.

"And you know I would never do anything to hurt you, right?" he probed further.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well then what's the problem?" he asked, shrugging.

Yuuri's eyes narrowed. "What's the problem? I had no idea that I was gay or that I felt this way or this strongly about you until like 15 minutes ago and now you want me to let you have your way with me?"

"Basically? Yeah, I think that about covers it," Wolfram answered with a smirk.

Yuuri pulled at his hair in frustration. "Wolfram! This isn't a joke! All I asked for was a kiss to see how I feel about it! It's like you don't even care about anything except your hormones! What happened to you loving me, huh?" he shouted accusingly.

All he heard was a feral growl before he was suddenly pinned down to the bed again, soft lips pressed desperately against his in a searing kiss. One of Wolfram's hands held both of his wrists above his head while the other gripped his hip possessively. The thumb of the hand on his hip started massaging the skin right inside his hipbone. Yuuri gasped at the bolts of heat the small action sent to his groin, which allowed his fiancé's tongue access to his mouth once more. Wolfram took full advantage of the opening and mapped the other boy's mouth with his tongue. After a minute or two of plundering the delicious mouth beneath his, Wolfram pulled back.

He grit his teeth as he gathered his self-control. "Yuuri…" he panted lowly and would have smirked at the shiver he felt run through the other boy's body if it wasn't taking every ounce of concentration to keep from simply taking what he wanted. Why had Anissina thought this was a good idea? The truth serum wasn't much use if he couldn't stop ravishing Yuuri long enough to get out a single sentence, let alone have a coherent conversation!

"Yuuri, I know this isn't a joke. And I'm sorry about jumping you again, but don't you ever question that I love you! Why the hell else would I have stuck with you for this long? And I know this must be hard for you, it is for me too. I never thought anything like this would happen. I'd come in here almost positive that you would refuse me for real this time…" He looked to the side briefly as a flicker of pain filled his eyes.

Yuuri attempted to resume his glaring even though his foggy brain was having a hard time remembering what, exactly, the problem was before his naturally caring nature took over. He sighed and pulled one of his hands out of Wolfram's loosened grip to cup the prince's cheek and gently nudge him to face him again. He was startled out of whatever he'd been about to say as the blond whipped back to stare at him with emerald eyes filled with fire. He looked at Yuuri as he grabbed the hand on his face and pulled it in front of him to nip at the fingertips. Dark eyes widened at him before nearly sliding shut as he watched his own fingers disappear into Wolfram's mouth. He whimpered at the feeling of the velvety tongue caressing his fingers.

Wolfram let the fingers fall from his lips before whispering heatedly, "You said you trust me Yuuri. Can you trust me to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life? Can you trust me to make your toes curl in pleasure as you scream my name?"

At Yuuri's hesitant look, he cupped the boy's erection, chuckling at the sharp gasp and wide eyes that he got in response. "This part of you seems more than ready," he whispered into his ear before nibbling on it briefly. "Maybe your brain should catch up to the rest of us," he chuckled. "Better yet, just stop thinking and go with the flow."

Yuuri attempted to glare, but the effect was ruined by his deliciously flushed cheeks and parted lips as he panted softly. He looked to the side, pouting. "It's not like I have much of a choice, now do I?" he mumbled.

Recognizing this to be as close to getting permission as was likely to happen, he smirked in triumph. As long as he didn't give Yuuri's brain long enough to catch up with his body, everything should go smoothly from here on out. He leaned back down to his prize, running his tongue along the plump bottom lip and was pleased when the lips parted slightly with a soft gasp. Instead of initiating another heated kiss as Yuuri had expected, Wolfram's lips were once again traveling down to his jaw line before proceeding to his ear. He let out a choked cry as Wolfram traced the shell of his ear with his tongue before nibbling on the lobe.

One slender hand resumed its resting place on Yuuri's hip while the other traced along every line of the boy's torso, pausing to tweak a nipple when it appeared in its path. Green eyes watched hungrily as Yuuri's back arched, begging for more contact with his hand. Not one to disappoint, Wolfram pinched and flicked the nipple under his fingers before bringing his lips around it and soothing it with his tongue. He relished in the soft cries falling from Yuuri's lips as he continued to nibble and suck at the hardened nub. He reluctantly trailed away from the boy's chest to continue downwards, kissing and nipping along his abs and nibbling teasingly on his hipbones before pulling back.

Wolfram licked his lips as he stared adoringly at the hardness directly in front of his face. His eyes flicked up to Yuuri's, hearing him let out a quiet groan as he saw the lust-darkened gaze of his soon-to-be lover. The dark-haired boy was still beautifully flushed but it was now more from arousal than embarrassment. Wolfram held down Yuuri's hips firmly as he suddenly went down on the cock begging for his attention, deep-throating him all the way to the hilt. Yuuri's fingers immediately flew to tangle in the blond hair, unsure of whether he wanted to encourage him or slow down the overwhelming pleasure but settling for simply holding on for dear life. Wolfram quickly pulled back, bobbing up and down shallowly. He pulled back with a sucking pop, smirking at the whimper of loss below him, before licking up along the underside of Yuuri's cock and circling the head with his tongue, occasionally dipping into the slit and loving the way it made Yuuri's hips jerk reflexively.

He paused in his ministrations once more to get Yuuri's attention. The boy watched with half-lidded eyes over his heaving chest as Wolfram slowly, slowly descended down his erection again, watching as eyes filled with emerald fire never left his as each little centimeter of it disappear into the wonderful, wet heat that was Wolfram's mouth. Soon, dark pubic hairs were tickling against Wolfram's lips and nose as Yuuri broke his gaze as his eyes rolled back in his head, feeling the blond's throat contracting against the head of his cock as he swallowed. It only took a few more hard sucks and devious licks before Yuuri cried his release as he came into Wolfram's mouth. The prince swallowed it all greedily, suckling until there was nothing left.

As Yuuri still lay panting in post-orgasmic bonelessness, Wolfram sat up and quickly sucked on his own fingers. When they were properly coated with his saliva, he lifted one of the semi-comatose boy's legs over his shoulder and gently nudged one finger into his entrance to the first knuckle before he was able to comprehend what was going on.

"Wolfram? What are you doing?" he managed to ask between heaving breaths.

"What? You didn't think we were done, did you? I'm still horny as hell and it's all your fault, you need to take responsibility," he chided, slowly rubbing against the leg he was holding up to show him just what exactly he needed to take responsibility for.

"B-but, I just, you know…and you're already doing that?" he hedged, trying to postpone the inevitable.

"Yeah, well this is as good a time to do it as any, especially since you're already more relaxed than normal after just cumming," Wolfram stated matter-of-factly while Yuuri winced as the first finger made it all the way in and started moving. "You need to relax or it'll hurt more, just concentrate on me," he whispered in his ear before leaning down to kiss him and hopefully distract him from the foreign feelings. Yuuri nodded slightly before returning the kiss but pulled away with a shudder, screwing his eyes tight and biting his lip as two fingers tried to budge in.

Wolfram started stroking the boy's cock and after a minute or two was able to get him to relax enough to get both fingers in. His heart stuttered as he looked up and saw tears standing in the corners of Yuuri's scrunched shut eyes. It was almost enough to make him hesitate to continue. Well, until his probing fingers found a spot that made Yuuri's eyes and mouth fly open in a silent scream as his back arched violently off the bed. The blond's lips curled up in a mischievous grin.

After finding the ever-elusive prostate and stroking his erection back to full hardness, it was relatively easy to get Yuuri's body to accept a third finger and let him scissor them to stretch him out. By the time he withdrew his fingers, Wolfram was panting just as hard as his fiancé and was so hard it hurt. He quickly crawled up Yuuri's body and sat on his chest. He yanked the boy's head forward and towards his crotch. "Suck," he ordered harshly. Yuuri quickly and obediently obliged, anything to get that feeling back!

Wolfram groaned and had to force himself not to cum right there as he felt Yuuri's tongue lapping eagerly at his erection. He forcefully pulled back after he felt he was thoroughly coated and made his way back down Yuuri's body. He lifted his legs above his shoulders and positioned himself at the boy's entrance. Looking up at Yuuri, he waited until he gave a tiny nod of acknowledgement before starting to push in. He slowly eased in, using all his concentration to not just thrust in violently and lose himself in the tight heat that was sucking him in. Soon he was seated to the hilt, his body trembling with the effort it took to stay still. When Yuuri started moving his hips experimentally, Wolfram took that as his cue to start moving.

He pulled out then pressed back in slowly once, twice, but he couldn't control himself anymore. Pulling almost all the way out, he snapped his hips forward and slammed back into that heat. He watched Yuuri's face as he cried out and he'd never seen anything more beautiful, more erotic. He growled deep in his chest and grabbed Yuuri's hips possessively in a bruising grip. "Mine!" he growled as he slammed in again. Yuuri's arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. "Yours," he whimpered, clinging to the blond as he continued to pound into him.

He tilted Yuuri's hips a bit more and struck gold. Yuuri threw his head back and moaned loudly. "Oh – ah! – gods, Wolf! There! Nn! P-please!"

Wolfram willingly obeyed his plea, mercilessly abusing the boy's prostate as he continued to slam into him, over and over and over. He could feel Yuuri's body start to quiver as he quickly approached his second orgasm. He leaned down to place a sloppy kiss on his lips and saw his eyes crack open slightly. The emotions he saw there made his breath hitch even more. Determination entering his gaze, he wrapped a hand firmly around the base of Yuuri's cock, paying no mind to the weeping tip dripping in precum.

Yuuri let out a keening whine. "W-Wolfram! I'm – ahh! – so closssssse! Why?"

"I want to hear you say it," he commanded huskily, knowing it could only be said if it was the truth. "Tell me you love me."

Wolfram still hadn't slowed his relentless pounding. "I – mm! – love you! Oh gods! I love you – nn! – sssooo much! Please! Let m-me – ahhhh! – cum!" he begged desperately.

Wolfram moaned. "Mm, you beg so prettily Yuuri, how can I refuse you?" He loosened his grip on the boy's cock, now stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts. It didn't take long before Yuuri came with a scream, his eyes screwed shut, his back arching completely off the bed, and his toes curling. Wolfram followed soon after, burying his cock deep into his lover's tight ass and biting into his shoulder as he came.

As soon as he could move again, Wolfram fell to Yuuri's side, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy's waist and pulling him into his chest. "Mine, mine, mine, all mine," he mumbled heatedly as he buried his face in the crook of his fiancé's neck.

Yuuri smiled weakly as he soothed his lover. "Yes, of course, I'm all yours," he replied sighing in contentment as Wolfram just held him tighter.

Meanwhile…

Gwendal stopped, with one eyebrow raised, as he saw Anissina and one of the maids (he thought it was Sangria, but he never could keep them all straight) each dragging one of the other two maids out of the room next to the king's. Anissina looked a little faint herself and was bleeding heavily from the nose. Looking down, he saw the two unconscious maids also covered in blood down the front. Sangria, on the other hand, looked completely unfazed.

"I win. I told you they'd go all the way and confess their love," he heard the maid say. He watched Anissina hand over a large sum of money, all the while aiming a glare that promised a slow, painful death at the girl who'd beat her.

Gwendal shook his head and turned on his heel abruptly to evacuate the hallway. He flinched and bolted into a dead run as he heard his 'friend' cry, "Oh Gweeendalllll!"

Maa, I love submissive Yuuri and dominating Wolfram, it's smexy. =3 And possessiveness. I always love possessive bastards in yaoi. Hehe.

Eh, anyway I just wrote most of this just now, so if there are any awful mistakes, please point them out to me and I'll fix them. If not, feel free to let me know how you liked it! Reviews = love! =)