(A/N-MY ETERNAL APOLOGIES! OTL! I'm REALLY SORRY this took a whole 2 years for the upload of this new chapter! Important news at end of story if there are even anyone left to read this...)

(Disclaimer - KKM and its characters belong to their rightful creator which is not me.)

'Plunge it in, right here.'

Long slender fingers spread apart that red puckered entrance he had his eyes on since the start. He motioned to finger that soft entrance so that his flushed erotic blonde fiancé would be ready for him, but he protested.

'Just plunge it in, Yuri, I don't care if it hurts. I want you inside, Now."

Those words alone were enough to drive Yuuri to the end of his limits. Grabbing hold of Wolfram's hips, he pressed the tip of his manhood at the rim, eliciting the most erotic moans from his partner. Just as he was about to push the whole length in…

…his eyes snapped open, only to have a bucket-full of cold water dumped upon his head. Coughing out the water that had entered his throat, Yuuri made a move to wipe away the few water droplets stinging at his eyes, but his hands remained where they were. With a slight frown on his forehead, he looked down and, to his utmost horror, saw his whole self bounded to a chair: His lower limbs chained to the legs of the chair, his arms and wrists tightly strapped to the armrests and his body held securely against the back of the chair.

"I see you're finally up."

He lifted his head to level his gaze with the source of the womanly voice and caught sight of a smug-looking red head and a grinning blonde woman. At that exact moment, his pickled brain finally made the connection:

Yuuri had been unwittingly knocked out and abducted when he was in the midst of saving his sanity from witnessing the obscenity displayed by two men (whose obvious names shall not be mentioned here) by none other than the overly enthusiastic and eccentric female inventor, Anissina.

And right next to her was no other than the ex-Maou queen and his fiancé's mother, Cheri-sama.

"Wh-What are you – "

Don't worry, Yuuri-chan, it will all be over soon if you cooperate~" Cheri said gleefully, her awfully large grin still plastered on her face.

"If I…cooperate?" Yuuri frowned in confusion. What did Anissina and Cheri-sama need his cooperation for? And if they needed his cooperation, why was he confined to the chair, which on further inspection did not resemble a normal chair?

"Ohohoho, let me introduce to you my latest invention!" Anissina declared in a proud voice, a hand slapped on the top of the 'chair' as a less-than-pleasant smirk grew on her face. "His name is 'Up, up, UP!-kun 2!'"

"Up, up, UP!-kun…2?"

Yuuri gulped, a sense of foreboding washed over him, as he knew anything that she made never turned out well for the users, and in this case, he was the unfortunate guinea pig.

"Oh yes, the initial product was absolutely swell, but I thought there were some adjustments that needed to be done. Not that the first one didn't produce any results." Her smirk grew wider, sending a shiver down the young king's spine. "'Up, up, UP!-kun 2' is no ordinary machine. See this little pointed things here?"

Anissina pointed directly below his spread out palms that were forcibly pressed down against the prickling sensation on the armrest by a binding tied so securely that he could not even budge a finger.

"As the palms of your hands, or more precisely your fingertips, are the areas where Maryoku can be drawn out easily, these little things here will draw out Maryoku from your body for its energy supply. Once it has reached a certain threshold, the machine will produce a specific set of electrical waves corresponding to your Maryoku and send it back to you through the same pointed thing, stimulating one particular site at your brain until it has completely achieved its objectives."

"Ob-objectives?"

"To get you painfully erect for Wolfram."

Yuuri paled at the statement. He did not like the sound of it. Not the slightest bit.

"Wha-what?" Yuuri stammered, but his obvious pretend was of no use.

"Why, my king, don't act like you don't know," the blonde queen smirked, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "Summer Fever, Yuuri. Your summer fever. Apparently someone hasn't been making use of its advantages, so we thought we'd give a helping hand~"

The young king gulped as he began to fidget in his seat. He needed out. NOW.

"And remember…avoid Anissina or Cheri-sama at all cost."

He finally understood why Conrad had told him to be wary of the two women. Conrad knew that they knew, and when these two women knew, things were not going to be good for his king.

"Summer fever has been known to boosts fertility rate, and the chances of getting pregnant are exceptionally high that it is said it was almost impossible not to get it." Anissina walked a few steps away from him. "In your case, summer fever improves on your fertilizing capability in terms of cell production, viscosity and motility which means the chances of you impregnating von Bielefeld is extremely high. We don't want to miss this perfect opportunity, do we?"

Turning around on a heel, she once more faced the distressed-looking king with a pleased smile.

"Especially when Her Highness wishes to see her future grandchildren. It's not nice to refuse Cheri-sama's wishes, right?"

Cheri nodded her head gleefully, her hands clasped together in a cheerful manner.

"Aaah~! Soon there will be lots of small little Yuu-chan and Wolf-chan running around the castle~! With mini Gwendals and Conrads~! Aaaaahh~! What bliss~!" the ex-queen squealed in delight as she continued her ramblings, "Imagine, a quiet and shy Gwendal with long lovely violet locks~ Or, or, or a small little naughty ginger-head Conrad with lovely blue eyes? And, and, and also a green-eyed blonde pouty Yuu-chan? Wouldn't that be just adorable?"

Yuuri paled further. His silent wishing for one particular brunet swordsman to barge into the room to save him from undergoing the harassment was crushed into bits and pieces upon the mention of Conrad. It had seemed that even Conrad had fallen into the hands of these two evil scheming women and now, had most probably lost his … single ownership of his behind to the man who had chased him for almost a month for his only cure.

"Now, now, Cheri-sama, I think that's enough talk to distract our king." Anissina smirked, her hands on her hips. "The indicator shows that the Maryoku collected is almost at the threshold level. With your summer fever driving your sex hormones crazy with the mere mention or sight of your fiancé and this darling invention of mine, there will be no escape from creating plenty of children tonight! Ohohohoho! The pictures, Cheri-sama!"

Within an instance, the ex-queen stood directly in front of Yuuri and withdrew A4-sized printed photos of none other than the man he was engaged to in perfectly innocent poses that exuded absolute cuteness. It all occurred so fast that it was already too late for him to shut his eyes close when the images of his beloved began to sink into his mind, coercing more vivid and carnal obscenities from them; all involving his blonde fiancé begging the king to impregnate him.

"Inside, Yuuri, I want you inside!"

"I can't – I can't hold it in anymore, Yuuri!"

"I don't care if it hurts, Yuuri, just enter me now!"

"D-Don't leave me hanging…Hurry…"

"Please, Yuu, no more teasing already. Stir me up inside with your big, hard – "

"GAAAAHHH!" Yuuri shouted in exasperation as his body started to shudder in excitement from both the vulgar imageries and the stimulation of the pleasure center in his brain through the impulses sent by the device he was strapped to.

The dark sexual urges that he had forcibly kept hidden in the deep recesses of his mind started to overflow, running wild and free throughout his body, numbing all his self-restraint. He couldn't think straight. Images of his Wolfram drawn into lewd position coupled with erotic suggestive Wolfram voices filled his mind entirely, completely eradicating any space for his usual reasoning against such thoughts for Wolfram. Only one single dominant thought possessed his mind at that moment:

He needed to have sex with Wolfram.

NOW.

"Alright! He's almost ready to go, Cheri-sama! Did you call for Wolfram already? We can't waste even the first shot!"

"He should be here by –"

The sound of the door slamming open interrupted the ex-queen.

'All the beings that make up the element of fire, obey this brave Mazoku who summons you!'

With the last of his consciousness, he raised his lust-filled head and looked with heavy eyelids through the corners of his eyes at the source of the overly familiar voice. But with the blazing fire that slowly grew larger around him, he could only catch a glimpse of small blonde ponytail and a flash of blue.

"Ahhh! Wolfram, what are you doing! My important inventions!"

"Water! Water! Hurry! Before they get to my curls!"

With the sudden absence of the thick supply of his fiances' photos, the erotic images formed in his mind begin to ebb away as he slowly regained his conscience back along with his sight.

"Sheesh, you useless wimp," came a muttered voice from behind his chair, a pair of hands feeling the sides of the chair he sat in. "You can't do anything without me, huh?"

"W-Wolfram?" his own hoarse voice came from his mouth, in utter disbelief.

As soon as the name of his fiancé slipped from his mouth, Yuuri instantly regretted it as his still uncured mind had conjured up a few past images that had haunted him a few moments ago.

'Yu~u~ri~'

"GAAAAHHH!" he screamed in absolute horror, fearing the moment he would lose control once more, except that this time it would be in front of Wolfram.

At he moment when his obscene thought started up again, the binds holding him to the chair suddenly went loose. The intensity of the obscenity heightened when he felt that particularly soft and supple hand grabbed hold of his wrist. Immediately, the only thought conjured up by the quickly diminishing conscience of his was to run. Fast. And without Wolfram.

Acting of reflex, he pulled his hand away from Wolfram, knocked the blonde to the floor with his eyes closed and miraculously sprinting out of the burning room with a ridiculously hard erection before the guards and maid would come with buckets of water to put off the fir.

The young king heard a cry for him to stop but he relentlessly pursued for an aimless destination. His body was burning terribly, and it was most definitely not from the heat of the burning room. Heavy gasps escaped from his lips as droplets of sweat rolled down the side of his face. The never-ending unquenchable thirst for sex returned to haunt him, his loins still aching painfully.

'How do I get rid of this?" Yuuri thought helplessly despite the continuous vulgar images of pushing his fiancé down and roughing him up that crowded his mind. 'Think, Yuuri, think! What do you do to get rid of a hard on?'

As if the Gods had finally decided to help him, a fountain of water appeared in his sights. So the first thing Yuuri did upon laying his eyes on it was to jump headfirst into it, not caring whether it was shallow or not.

The cold water that chilled to an almost freezing temperature by the night breeze had an immediate effect on his aroused lower half, which had shrank back to its original size within minutes. The burning fever, which had plagued his body with insatiable desire and lust, had dissipated along with it. Once his mind was no longer filled with obscene thoughts of his fiancé, Yuuri hoisted himself back up onto his legs and out of the water. Shivering from the cold that had seeped into the bones (No thanks to the night breeze), the young king finally took note of his surroundings.

Other than the unusual absence of the guards (Whom he presumed had left their post to stop the fire from growing larger), he knew everything else that were in place, for example, the fountain that is freezing him alive right now was the exact same fountain he had arrived in more than twice or thrice. This place is definitely, without a doubt, near Shinou's temple.

Then a thought struck him.

'If the disease itself had been recorded down into the books in the library, then Shinou would probably know of an alternative cure to this cursed disease!'

Spurred on by the hope of such possibility, he climbed out of the fountain and began taking several shaking steps towards the temple. When he had finally managed to push the doors of the temple open with the last of his might, he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily. The extreme cold had sapped most of his energy away, no thanks to both his drenched clothes and the unrelenting wind. Luckily enough for him, the interior of the temple was warm and he laid down there for a while despite his wet clothes.

"If Ulrike ever find you've entered her territory without notifying her, she'll have your head you know."

Yuuri lifted his head and turned to the source of the voice, only to see a curly dark brown haired male none other than Ken Murata smiling at him.

"W-What are you doing here?" Yuuri asked, finally able to get back on his feet.

"To keep Shinou company since he told me that he was feeling lonely and wanted someone to talk to."

"It's not nice to lie, my sage. Aren't you the one who's lonely and wanted to see me?" the miniature-sized king said in a teasing voice, before jumping off Murata's left shoulder which he had been sitting on when the said boy swatted at him. In the next few moments, a full-grown size blonde man stood between the two black heads.

"So? What brings you here, Shibuya?" Murata asked. "At such a time in such clothes too."

Before Yuuri could even start, Shinou cut him off, arms folded across his chest,

"Wait, wait, let me guess…Summer Fever?"

After a momentary look of surprise, Yuuri nodded fervently. Perhaps the original King had caught wind of the spreading news of it in the castle and had related it to the current state he was in.

"I-I want to know whether is there any other way to cure this other than having s-s-sex."

Shinou grinned innocently as he turned towards Murata.

"Well, is there any, Murata-kun?"

"I seem to recall you having rendered the only possible consumable remedy absolutely useless on that day you interfered with the whole experiment," Murata frowned, adjusting his spectacles. "After I told you countless of times not to simply do things as you will."

Yuuri's ears perked up at the mention of a possible remedy other than the vulgar requirement of reenacting those wet dreams with the real person. That means it's possible to –

"It's impossible, Shibuya. I'm afraid it cannot be done." Murata gave a slightly irked look at Shinou with folded arms. "No thanks to this idiot King."

"E-Eh?" Yuuri exclaimed in disbelief and confusion. "I don't understand. If you could make it the last time, you can make it this time, right? With Shinou perfectly out of your way?"

"How much do you know about Summer Fever?" Murata asked, his arms folded across his chest. "About the origins of it?"

Yuuri shook his head. The purpose of the wet dreams behind it, the undeniable result of succumbing to it, the horrendously torturous symptoms that are triggered upon the slightest mention of the star of the dreams…Those were the only things that he had learnt of the disease so far. No one had told him how Summer Fever had started. He had just assumed that it was one of those odd things that happened only in this world.

"I don't think they even wrote it in the books back in the library so it's not surprising no one told you about it. Summer Fever…did not exist in this world on its own. It is man-made".

"W-WHAT?"

"We made it." Shinou added in. "Well, technically, it was mostly Daikenja's work with a little bit of my assistance."

"Your assistance?" Murata fumed, an unpleasant frown etched into his features. "It was YOUR meddling in my experiment that created this mess!"

"Now, now, Daikenja, there's no reason to be upset," the blonde ex-Maou patted him on the shoulder with a small grin. "It did accomplish what I had requested of you."

"I had intended to create a brew that would have enhance any special feelings the person had for you just like what you had requested of me, if they had any in the first place. And if the experiment had failed, I would have lied to you saying that it was some sort of potent 'aphrodisiac' when it was just some sleeping potion!"

"Hey, that's lying! What were you going to do if I came asking you about her sleeping condition?"

"I'd just make another lie that it was a sign that she wasn't into you or whatever feeling she had for you were just that shallow! But you – you just had to interfere, didn't you? Just when I almost made a successful brew with a working counteractant, you had to add in god-knows-what when I had my eyes off it for just one second!"

"Well, I had stumbled across this ancient book regarding about the relation between a certain specific sort of Maryoku with the evocation of love and -"

"And with those unproven, unjustified theories, you tampered with my concoction and created some sort of viral microscopic living intangible entity that increases men's libido! Until now, there is no establishment on what exactly is that thing, hence disabling the proper formation of a cure! Why, congratulations on that astonishingly gigantic feat, Your Highness!"

"W-Wait, you guys, slow down!" Yuuri held out his hand to signal the other two to stop. "You guys MADE this-this-this thing? And-And Shinou wanted you to make this, Murata? And all that…that… "

The excessive new information came as a huge shock to Yuuri that it had rendered him speechless and fall on his already sore butt cheeks. ''…Man-made', 'We made it.','…Requested of you.''…evocation of love-', '…viral microscopic living intangible entity…'...'

Murata rubbed at his own temples before heaving a big sigh and sitting down in front of the perplexed Yuuri as the many frowns that had plagued his own face vanished.

"Now, listen, Shibuya, and listen carefully. Although it had not went as what I had in mind, but the reason why we told you of how Summer Fever came into existence was to let you know that there is not a possible alternative cure that enables you to avoid meeting the person you dream of every night. You need to sit down and work it over with whomever you are dreaming off and come up with a solution, whether it is consensual or forced sex. Or if you're comfortable with using your right hand every night for god knows how long, then fine. But Summer Fever necessitates both involved parties to come together for it to disappear. You understand, Shibuya?"

Despite not wanting to believe, he knew whatever Murata said was right. He could not run away from his fiancé for the rest of his life. The world, no matter how large it is, he could not run forever. Eventually, whether he wants to or not, he would have to face the blonde. 'Might as well get it over it now…'

'…'

Yuuri's eyes grew round, and he found himself frantically protesting to the idea in his head. If he had met up with the blonde, would he be able to keep himself off him before the conversation had started? There are no guarantees that he would not jump on him and start ravishing him on the first sight of his fiancé! Even back then, when Anissina and Cheri held him captive, the few printed pictures of Wolfram had driven him half-mad with sex-driven thoughts! If he meets up with Wolfram in this condition…!

"A-Alright, Murata," Yuuri nodded his head, smiling a shaky smile. 'I'll-I'll do what I can. I'll be going back now. Bye."

He waved a good bye before getting up and exiting the temple.

Murata heaved another sigh as he got back on his feet. As soon as the door closed after Yuuri, Shinou wrapped an arm around Murata from behind, a small smile on his lips.

"He's pretty stubborn, isn't he?" Shinou said, burying his nose into the nape of the younger man. "I wonder whose genes he took after. You sure it's alright in not telling him?"

"About it only possibly occurring to those that inherit the genes of those that drank that thing you made?"

"And him being infected was because of his father being the last on the long lineage relating to our secret lovechild? Nah, it would be too weird if he started calling us grandpas."

Murata made a face. That would certainly be awkward considering that he was right now the same age as Yuuri.

"I meant about Summer Fever only bringing together two people with the same mutual feelings. Like how it brought you to me."

"It's alright." Murata smiled, a hand gripping onto the arm that had latched onto him. "He'll eventually find out. Anyways, I have explained to Wolfram on everything through the letters when he was away. He'll know what to do with Shibuya."

Shinou just hummed softly, planting a small kiss on Murata's neck as he slid a finger down across the younger man's chest while asking provocatively,

"Then do you know what to do with me?"

Murata smiled widely.

"Sure~"

The sudden force of a curled fist to the head caused the ex-Maou to release the sage from his grasp.

"You're not getting any tonight."

Murata straightened his uniform and starting walking towards the door.

"Just remembering the fact you shoved that unknown obnoxious stuff down my throat without even knowing what effects it would have caused, greatly turns me off. I am going to bed now, Shinou. Goodnight."

"But it has been more than 4000 years! You know I did that because I love you! Daikenja! Daikenjaaa!"

"What do I do?"

Yuuri heaved a heavy sigh as he slowly made his way back to his study room, not daring to return to his bedroom in fear that Wolfram would be there waiting for him. Things had been complicated between the two before this and now, with this Summer Fever plaguing him, it had grown even more complex. How is it possible for him to even look into those (lovely) green eyes of his fiancé without being able to restrain the raw desire of devouring the man on the spot?

"It's impossible."

The black head heaved another heavy sigh. With no agreeable solutions in mind, perhaps he should hide for a few days and maybe by then it would be easier to keep his lust in control when he approach he blonde.

But by the next step he took, he felt a strong grip on his right wrist and when he had look down at his hand, it was cuffed with an overly familiar set of handcuffs to another slender pale wrist. The mere sight of that perfectly shaped hand stirred his loins, and when he had leveled his gaze with his captor…

"W-WOLFRAM?"

(A/N- And a cliffhanger to end this story that is worth almost 2 chapters lol. (Sorry, bad habit lol). Before I get onto the important announcement, I'm really really really sorry to anyone who was waiting for this to get updated for so long...if there are any left following this lol. I'm sorry for keep giving promised month of update for this part but had failed to get it done. Things have been really bad over at my side that this had been my first finished writing for the past two years. And because things would get even worse for the next few years, I'm forced to put the making of the final part on hold until things actually, if ever possible, get better. So Summer Fever right now is on hiatus. I'm really sorry for all the inconvenience cause but I hope whoever is reading this will patiently wait for the final installment of fanfic. Please bear with me, I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry for how OOC some characs are in here. OTL... If there are anything strange with them, please don't hesitate to let me know. :)

Other than that, I hope you had enjoyed what I have written in this and hopefully, it is good enough to get some people to review? :) Don't hesitate to review people! :D If you'd point the errors made, which there are obviously due to me wanting to upload this ASAP without double-checking, I'd love you even more. =u=)