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Author's Note: This chapter starts with events that transpired after Yuuri and Murata went back to earth, as per the previous chapter. Please be advised that there are certain parts of this chapter that are NOT intended/suitable for younger readers (under the age of 17). Please take note of the warning signs as you read this chapter. Finally, this is an eventual YuuRam story and we still have more chapters to go! I won't elaborate on that statement much but I thought that I should remind people again. This would be the last bit of terrible angst I'm putting you through (for now). On the next chapter, we will start to delve deeper into the ongoing mystery. Happy Reading^^

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Chapter 3

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5:12 PM Shinjuku Chūō Kōen (Shinjuku Central Park)

"Alright, babe. I'll see you in 15 minutes."

"I know. Love you, bye."

Flipping his mobile phone close, Yuuri stood up from the park bench he was sitting on and stuffed it back in his pant pocket. 15 minutes - he'll be there in less than 5. He smiled lightly and ran a hand through his wind mussed hair. Tossing his now empty soda can at the nearest trash bin; he dashed towards the subway station.

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6:39 PM A random 'fami-res' (Shinjuku, Tokyo)

"Hmm…I guess I'll have the cod roe pasta and a glass of melon cream soda." She twirled a piece of her hair between her fingers and smiled at the male server taking their order.

"Then, hamburger steak with cheese and….a cup of coffee, black please." Their server dutifully took down their orders and bowed politely before leaving them and handing their order to the kitchen staff.

Yuuri flipped his mobile phone open, it was just a little past 6PM - they still have plenty of time. A young looking female server soon approached their table with their drinks.

"Wow! It looks soo good!" She hurriedly took a sip of the melon cream soda the server placed in front of her. Smiling pleasantly as its sweet taste spread through her tongue. Taking the long dessert spoon lying on the side of the glass, she scooped a bit of the creamy vanilla ice cream floating on top.

Yuuri watched her with silent appreciation, his onyx eyes never leaving the long dessert spoon slowly entering and exiting her pretty little mouth. He took a sip of his coffee and flinched as the dark liquid burned his tongue.

"You, okay?" she asks staring at him, the tip of the long dessert spoon sitting on her pink lips - tease.

"Yeah." He replies back, grabbing a napkin and dabbing his mouth with it.

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8:15 PM Kabukichō (Shinjuku, Tokyo)

She squeezed his hand as a familiar four story window-less building came into view. They entered through one of its discreet side entrances that lead to the main lobby. As usual, there is no one present – she made her way towards one of the LCD screens lining one side of the wall. Impatiently, she tapped on it and waited for the usual pink menu screen to come up.

She hurriedly selected 'overnight' but Yuuri suddenly came up from behind her and cancelled it. With a few quick taps he changed it to the 'four hour' time range option they had available. She clicked her tongue in annoyance before turning back to glare at him.

"Sorry, babe. Shori's coming home tonight. But - I'll make it up to you…" he whispered as he playfully nipped her ear.

She licked her lips and turned her head towards the LCD screen, leaning slightly and making sure that her backside rubbed against the front of Yuuri's jeans. All she really wanted was some mind-blowing sex and here was Yuuri – willing, easy, and eager to please. She rapidly completed the rest of the menu selections, no longer caring what room they ended up in. She needed a good hard fuck and she wanted it now.

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8:22 PM A random 'Love Hotel' at Kabukichō (Shinjuku, Tokyo)

She immediately pounced on him upon entering their room, knocking him down on the floor and straddling his lap. "Belinda, wait…" He started to protest but a pair of melon cream soda flavored lips connected with his, effectively silencing him. He can feel her hands exploring the expanse of his chest under his shirt, her fingertips lightly brushing the planes of his stomach, teasing him.

"Bed..." He weakly blurted out as she fumbled with the irritating button on his jeans but she wasn't listening. Her eyes widened in delight as Yuuri's cock came into view. She discarded her pink cardigan, and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Carelessly, she tossed both materials somewhere in the room. Leaning down, she captured Yuuri's lips once more.

"Stop for a second, babe. At least, let me grab a condom…" Belinda groaned and rolled her eyes, hands reaching down and grasping his hardening member – a small squeak escaped Yuuri's lips.

"No. I want to feel 'you' as you fuck me - hard."

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*****- WARNING START! ** Mature Content Ahead. -*****

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The sight of his erect cock disappearing in her hot mouth made him curse as a delectable shiver ran up his spine. The double black threw his head back and started moving his hips; he could feel himself still growing in her tiny mouth. It didn't take long for Yuuri to lose himself. The amazing sensations raging in his body overwhelmed him, he screwed his eyes shut as he came with sudden force and released his seed into her mouth - she made sure to swallow every last drop before expertly licking his still hard length clean with her tongue.

She was truly an amazing sight to behold, he propped himself up on his elbows as he watched her through heavily lidded eyes. Her pale, lightly flushed skin glistened with sweat, messy blonde locks falling forward as she rode his dick with fervor – eyes screwed shut with her breasts bouncing up and down, her mouth forming an 'o' as her loud constant moans filled the room. He watched himself disappear inside her over and over; wanting more, he grabbed her ass and pulled her down as he thrust upwards – burying himself deep inside her tight and hot hole. "Yuu..rii.." She gasped, her body trembling with the need for desire and release before crashing her mouth to his in a sloppy open-mouthed kiss; he could feel her quivering on his shaft. Rich dark orbs of green peered at him through half-opened lids and it nearly sent him over the edge.

She felt Yuuri's cock twitch inside right before he came, his cock shooting streams of white hot cum deep inside her. She cried out in ecstasy as a surge of overwhelming pleasure ripped through her entire body. Head rolling back, she came around Yuuri's cum spewing cock.

As her head stopped reeling from her intense orgasm, she watched Yuuri kiss his way down her body. A wicked smile adorned his face as he spread her legs wide and bit down on her inner thigh. He licked and sucked on the bite mark he created while staring straight in her eyes, biting her lip - her body hummed in anticipation.

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*****- WARNING END! ** Mature Content End. -*****

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Yuuri gently laid her down on the bed. Brushing away messy wavy blonde locks from her face, he bent down and placed a chaste kiss on her brow – I love you, Belinda. She was perfect to him in every way. From her long wavy blonde locks, her vivid green eyes, her tiny little nose and her full pink lips. He loved the way she smiled, the way she laughed. Even her jealous streak and her temper are endearing. She was someone familiar, someone comforting and most of all – she's a woman.

"Yuuri…" she stirred and blinked a few times, huge green eyes boring into his as she sat up from the bed, the sheets pooling at her waist as she tightly held on to his arm. "What time is it?"

"I don't know, babe. But it's already late so go back to sleep."

It was way past midnight when Yuuri stepped out of the Love Hotel. Belinda was still sore from their earlier activities; he decided to extend her stay in the room to let her rest. Just as he was making his way down the subway station to catch the last train home, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Flipping it open, a feeling of intense trepidation came over him, "Shit!" He forgot about Shori.

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A few days later. The Maou and Sage's return to Shin Makoku

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MORNING.

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He gratefully accepted the soft cotton towel Weller-kyo offered him. Stepping out of the fountain at the temple of the Original King, he took off his wet spectacles and carefully placed them in his pocket. "Ne, Conrad…where's Wolfram?" He heard Shibuya ask, the young Sage looks around, now noticing that the beautiful blond soldier is indeed nowhere in sight. He didn't know whether he should feel relieved or perturbed with regards to the fiery mazoku's absence.

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AFTERNOON.

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Murata wasn't sure why, but a strange air of apprehension seemed to be following him all day. He loudly closed the book he was flipping through, shut and returned it to the empty slot on the book case. He walked towards another book case and pulled out an old looking book with an olive cover that caught his eye. As he was skimming through its contents, he heard the familiar sound of the library's double doors being opened. He paused, his head turning towards it – Von Christ-kyo?

The young Sage returned his attention back to the book he was reading but not long after, he sensed someone approaching him. He was about to turn his head back and confront whoever it was but he was suddenly grabbed from behind before he could even do so. His assailant quickly covered his mouth and pinned him on the floor.

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The library's heavy double doors opened with a slight groan. "Wolfram…" He softly called out. "Ne, Wolfram!" The double black King made his way across the library, peering between the rows of tall book cases in search of his fair-haired fiancé. He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, screwing his eyes shut he hissed – "Wolfram, where the hell are you?"

Noticing an old looking olive colored book lying face down on the floor, he picked it up and slowly flipped through it. The book was filled with odd diagrams of some sort. It reminded him of those so-called 'magic circles' he saw on a TV special a few nights ago. If he recalled correctly, they were used for summoning or something of that sort - he didn't have any particular interest in it so he didn't really pay much attention. Yuuri flipped the book closed and gently placed it on the nearby wooden table. He took one last look at the room before making his way out and closing the heavy wooden doors behind him.

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Murata inaudibly gasped as he felt his assailant grow heavy and relax against him, their bodies pressed together intimately – noses almost touching, their lips just centimeters apart. It was too silent; enough for him to imagine the sound of long thick lashes as they fluttered open to reveal orbs the loveliest shade of green with flecks of shimmering gold. "Von Bielefelt-kyo…" He groaned in desperation, his heart making a ruckus in his chest, followed by a soft tug on the blond's sleeve. The blond slightly lifted himself off the Sage, taking in their scandalous circumstance he promptly bolted upright and turned away - sputtering a quick apology to the double black still sprawled on the floor.

The double black slowly sat up and adjusted his glasses. Grabbing a book from the nearest book case, he propped it on his lap and started reading. "Geika -" He squirmed a bit before looking up and meeting the blond's gaze. "There is something I wish to discuss with you tonight. I will send one of my subordinates to you later today for the details." Murata nodded in approval, but did not say anything more.

He waited for a bit of time to pass after the blond left, to expel the breath he was holding. He took off his spectacles and placed them in his breast pocket, tilting his head back he started laughing until tears formed at the corner of his eyes and he felt himself running out of breath. His heart, mind and body must be playing tricks with him. Taking the book lying open on his lap, he threw it across the room with force. Stop fucking with me! This shouldn't be happening to him – anymore. He was supposed to be over this dreaded phase already but – he couldn't ignore the unforgiving tightness of his pants or the chimerical alluring blond in his head beckoning him to sin.

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EVENING.

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Thoughts of a certain blond flooded his mind - clad in an almost translucent pink nightgown, waiting for him on a huge bed after a long day of signing paperwork. Long graceful fingers thumbing through an ancient tome, slender legs tangled in the sheets and resplendent green eyes following his every move in silence. There would be the usual light scraping sound of a book against the wooden side table, followed by an almost inaudible 'whoosh' in the air as the room plunged into darkness and finally, the sound of sheets rustling as the fair haired beauty readied himself for the land of dreams.

It was on nights like those that Yuuri would find himself unable to sleep; his eyes never leaving the blond's pale shoulder that glistened in the moonlight. Breathing suddenly gets complicated, feeling ten times worse than holding his breath underwater. The overwhelming need to ascertain that the ethereal beauty lying next to him is real grows as seconds continue to pass. Just a light touch, his shy fingers brushing against warm smooth skin as he tries very, very hard to stay still and not awaken the slumbering blond. It always only lasted for a second or two, but with his heart hammering in his chest it might as well be forever. There was electricity there, enough to light up whole cities and a certain 'something' that he can't really explain.

I must really be going out of my fucking mind. Yuuri ran a hand through his sleep mussed hair before sitting up in the bed, forcefully yanking the blankets off him and letting them ungraciously fall to the floor. He turned his head to Wolfram's side of the bed, staring hard at the blond's pillow like it had done something to immensely displease him. It was past three in the morning - Where the fuck is Wolfram? The double black got off the bed, grabbed his robe and with sure and steady steps, made his way to the door.

Now, here he was - barefoot, cold and damn irritated; aimlessly wandering the halls of Blood Pledge Castle like some sort of ancient errant spirit. Where the fuck is Wolfram's room? Yuuri felt like screaming and punching his own face, it was ridiculous - a King getting lost in his own castle. I guess I really should have asked the guards, he sighed dejectedly, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the front of his robe. Wolfram would definitely have a fit if he saw him like this, that's if he can even find his way to the blond's room.

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"All you have to do is sign it, Geika." Shoving the quill in the young Sage's hand, he tapped the dotted line on the document lying before the dark haired youth sitting next to him to emphasize his point.

"Von Bielefeld-kyo, I won't. I already told you." The double black returned the quill to the ink pot and crossed his arms. They've been discussing this matter for over two hours and the blond wasn't showing any signs of backing down.

"You and I both know that this is what Yuuri needs, what he wants - " The blond could barely contain his anger; he balled his hands into fists.

"And I've been telling you to reconsider your decision." Leaning towards the blond, he added in a low tone, "Keep your voice down, it's late."

"Everyone in Shin Makoku knows he doesn't want me! Our engagement was an accident and now that he's with that woman, where does that leave me? It's been four years, – "

"I won't, Von Bielefelt-kyo. Speak with him. He is not only your fiancé but also your King. I will never sign this document – not until he formally agrees to it."

Four loud raps - someone was knocking on the door. Before the young Sage could even react, he was forcefully yanked from the wooden chair he was sitting on and hauled towards the tall wardrobe on the other side of Wolfram's bed, where he was swiftly tossed in and unceremoniously dumped. Slightly dazed, he attempted to stand. Not only is it dark inside but the uniform jackets hanging in there with him made it hot and stuffy. He rubbed his sore backside while feeling around the tight and cramped space. Ouch! – That hurt! He banged his knee on something cold and hard. Oh, the wardrobe doors didn't close all the way. Murata peered right through the gap between them - it was way past 3AM, who would be visiting the blond at this hour?

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"Yuu…ri?" As strange as it may sound, he hoped that the double black standing in front of his door was a mere figment of his imagination. He swallowed the bitter taste of rising bile in his throat as he fought to control the sense of panic threatening to overwhelm him.

"It's cold. Hurry up and let me in." The young King was only clad in his sleepwear, irritation clearly visible on his face.

Yuuri quickly stepped inside Wolfram's room where it was nice and warm. Noticing the two mugs of tea sitting on Wolfram's desk, he walked further in – his eyes quickly taking in the blonds minimally furnished room. Removing his robe, he draped it on the foot of Wolfram's bed before settling on one of the empty chairs by Wolfram's wooden desk – it was still warm. "Were you with someone earlier?"

Acknowledging the slight hint of curiosity in the double black's voice, the blond strategically placed himself between Yuuri and his desk – hiding behind him the dreaded document he's been trying to get the Sage to sign just a little while ago. "Aniue came by to discuss the patrol budget…" He lied. The blond bit his bottom lip to stop himself from saying anything unnecessary that might aggravate his already tense predicament, his green eyes settled apprehensively on the tall wardrobe on the other side of his bed.

"Wolfram, it's almost four in the morning. Couldn't you have waited 'til tomorrow to discuss this with him or even with me?"

"I'm sorry, Yuuri. I lost track of time."

"Hurry up and change out of your uniform. I'm sleepy, I'm sure you are too so let's just get some sleep."

The young King got off the chair he was sitting on and made his way towards the blond's bed. Lifting the silk bed covers, he eased himself in.

"What do you think you're doing?" The blond hissed, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Trying to get some sleep. Hurry up and lie down too." Yuuri smiled and patted the open space beside him.

"We can't - my bed is too tiny. Besides, I still have other things I need to work on." He turned his back to Yuuri and started clearing up his desk. Opening and closing its drawers and rolling up the various scrolls atop it. "I'll take you back to your room after I clear this up, okay?"

"Wolfram, are you trying to kick me out?"

"I'm not, you wimp!"

"Then - why can't I sleep here?"

"I just told you! My bed is too tiny and I still have a lot of things to do!"

"It's way bigger than the one I have back on earth. Come on Wolf, let's just sleep…" The double black got off the bed and made his way towards Wolfram. Grabbing the blond by the waist, he effectively led his now protesting fiancé away from his desk.

"Oi, wimp! Where are you touching me? Hey! Wait. Yuuri, wait!" The pair tumbled on the bed, with Wolfram falling on his side and Yuuri hovering dangerously close above him.

The double black licked his lips, a thin line of sweat forming on his brow. "Wolfram…"

"What…" The blond answered back, his breath catching, seemingly startled and a little bit out of it.

"Take your sword off, it's poking me."

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Shin Makoku Country. 0541 Military Time.

North East of Radford, heading towards the Christ Territory.

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His current assignment was proving to be trickier than he expected. A smug grin graced his lips as he urged his steed to go faster. With their current monarch bringing the much awaited peace in their kingdom, his assignments have mostly been reduced to rescuing ill-tempered felines from trees and helping out with farm work or construction.

It's been a while since he felt an adrenaline rush; he missed the thrill and the excitement that came along with dangerous missions like this one. Well, maybe – he hasn't ascertained if this mission was dangerous or not – yet. But he knew just by the erratic beating in his heart and the sound of his blood rushing through his veins that it might as well be or his name isn't Yozak Gurrier.

A sharp, shrill sound pierced the cold twilight air akin to a siren. The orange haired spy had his horse slow down before completely pulling on the reigns and halting. Not long after, the clattering sound of hooves reached his ears and it was getting closer by the second. Swinging his leg over his horse's haunch, he dismounted and waited – his blue eyes shining with anticipation in the dark.

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The Next Night

He slightly flinched as he gave his arm a painful pinch, enough to bruise and keep him awake. Tightening his grip on his horse's reins he shook his head in an attempt to clear his disarrayed thoughts. Yuuri and he are drifting apart and although it scares him, he no longer wants to fix it and make it work. Each day is a struggle, watching the world go by without him and not knowing what to do – just that it hurts, with each breath he takes at almost each damn waking moment. As much as he wanted to stay, he knew very well that Yuuri needed him gone.

What started out as a light drizzle turned out to be a sudden torrential downpour. Mercilessly stinging every inch of his flesh – like a thousand needles, being driven repeatedly into his skin; trapping him in a perpetual cold and pernicious embrace. It reminded him of Yuuri – and falling, not flying – he knew the difference, now.

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Onyx eyes grew hard as he watched the rain fall from navy gray skies – tapping the tall clear glass window with his finger, he briefly wondered if tinkering with the weather would have Gwendal torturing him with thrice the usual amount of paperwork tomorrow morning. He shuddered at that passing thought and sighed. It's not that he detested the rain but the sudden heavy downpour would no doubt delay his fiancé from getting home tonight and sleeping beside him - not to mention the dangers of traveling in such weather. He shuddered again as he noticed the wind pick up and another flash of lightning illuminated the sky.

Yuuri closed the heavy drapes from the tall clear glass window he was watching from and plopped himself on the chair Wolfram often used that was next to their dressing screen. Along the way he picked up the book the blond has been reading recently – thumbing lazily through its well-worn pages, his eyes skimming through the dark fluid mazoku text. Releasing another sigh, Yuuri stood up again and went to the window – repeating the same exact thing he's been doing for the past hour. Opening the drapes, looking out, closing them and doing something else to occupy himself for three whole minutes before he starts again.

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He didn't think he'd make it back but he did. The heavy rain unleashing it's fury behind the tall glass windows of Greta's room evoked a sense of longing in him. With his daughter gone, it felt like he lost his only sanctuary from the harsh reality he's been living for a while now.

He climbed on to Greta's bed, hugging her pillow to his chest. Closing his eyes, he imagined that she was the one in his arms instead. Just that mere thought was enough to ease his worries and soothe his fears. Putting a hand in his pant pocket, he took out a small carefully wrapped damp bundle. It held a few pieces of Greta's favorite cookies. He was relieved to find that they were still intact. Taking a piece, he broke it in half and popped it in his mouth.

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Three customary raps. Murata put the book he was reading down on the side table. He pulled back the bed covers and walked to the door. Slowly, he opened it and was met by a sweaty and panting Dakaskos. "Geika, please forgive me for disturbing you at this late hour but his Excellency, Lord Von Bielefeld has just returned and has ordered me to pass this on to you immediately." Letting go of the cold brass door knob, Murata accepted the damp sealed envelope that Dakaskos offered him.

"Dakaskos, did Von Bielefeld-kyo make any other requests - besides this?" He asked as he flipped over the envelope and noticed his name penned in graceful mazoku flourishes in the blond's immaculate handwriting.

"None, sire. Ah, Lord von Bielefeld is at Greta-hime's chambers and he has ordered all guards stationed at that wing, including those at his and Heika's chambers to disperse and return to their posts within an hour."

Murata pushed his glasses up, "I see. Thank you for this – and Dakaskos, you're dismissed. Go and have a good rest." He closed his door and waited for the clattering of Dakaskos' boots to subside before grabbing his robe and slipping out of his room. Without opening the sealed envelope and reading its contents, Murata had a fairly good idea of what was running through the young Bielefeld noble's mind. With hurried steps he headed towards the royal bedchambers. He would tell Yuuri tonight.

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He was about to do something outrageous and preposterous, the mere thought of it was enough to make him light-headed and slightly nauseous. The walk to his and Yuuri's shared room felt long and arduous although it was only about twenty feet away from the door to Greta's room. His wet uniform clung uncomfortably on his skin and his legs felt like they were weighed down, each step he took was proving to be a struggle. Pausing, he made quick work of unbuttoning the rest of his jacket – he needed to breathe.

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Yuuri almost fell off the window ledge as three solid raps erupted from his bedroom door. He had fallen asleep, I wonder if Wolfram is back yet. He ran a hand through his sleep mussed hair before answering "I'm still up. Come on in." Placing a hand over his mouth, he yawned and blinked away sleep from his eyes.

"Yuuri. It's me. We need to talk." The young Maou stumbled off the window ledge as he hurriedly threw his bedroom door wide open. Cold air filtered in from the long deserted hallway.

Wolfram was wet – in a way that had Yuuri wanting to bang his head against the nearest available flat surface and maybe pass out. The wooden desk that he knows is a mere three feet away was becoming increasingly tempting to him now as he felt something in his lower half stir. The blond's usual pristine blue military uniform clung to him like second skin, his blue jacket fully unbuttoned - gone is his usual cravat and his pale slender neck glistened in the dark as another flash of lightning tore through the sky. There was some water dripping from his wet hair, Yuuri unconsciously swallowed as he watched them fall and disappear under Wolfram's wet, now-sheer shirt. The double black considered turning back and getting Wolfram a towel but the rare site of the blond in such a beautifully disheveled state kept his feet firmly planted where he stood.

Wolfram shivered and as Yuuri noticed the slight trembling of the blond's shoulders, he took a step forward and made a grab for Wolfram but the blond simply took two steps back. "Wolfram?" Yuuri asked. There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. The eerie beautifully blank expression on the blond's face combined with tonight's unusual atmosphere was starting to make him feel apprehensive. He shook his head to clear away his (slowly turning) ill thoughts and opened the door even wider but Wolfram did not make a move to step inside their shared bedroom. "Wolfram?" he called out again. He grabbed the blond's arm to effectively bring him inside the room with him but Wolfram wouldn't relent and determinedly held on to the door frame. The double black was confused by the blond's sudden resistance. "What's wrong? Did som…" He was unable to finish the rest of his sentence as a pair of cold lips descended on his.

The blond tasted like the sugar cookies Effe baked earlier that day for Greta. He could feel and taste the tiny sugar granules on Wolfram's lips as he instantly returned the kiss – he nipped and sucked on the blond's soft pliant bottom lip, his hand automatically cupping Wolfram's pale cold cheek as he let the other rest on Wolfram's slender waist. Completely forgetting where they are, Yuuri pulled the blond even closer.

Wolfram felt wonderful pressed against him. The alternating feel of his warm skin meeting the coldness from Wolfram's wet clothes was making him lightheaded. As the blond released a low sensual moan from their still connected lips, he immediately worked on discarding Wolfram's blue uniform jacket and felt an immense sense of satisfaction as he heard it make a wet smack on the cold stone floor. More.

I want you – simple as that, but you're too scared to take a chance with me. Even if we can't be together, I want to look back and not regret falling in love with you. One last kiss, one last time. Don't forget about us, Yuuri.

He wanted more but before he can even deepen their kiss Wolfram was already pulling away, easing himself out of Yuuri's embrace and shyly wiping his now red lips with the sleeve of his wet shirt. It ended much too quickly for Yuuri's liking and the feeling of disappointment weighed heavily in the pit of his stomach. As the blond opened his mouth to speak, the double black did not think twice and promptly pressed their lips together again - successfully silencing the blond. Green eyes widened in shock but soon fluttered shut as Yuuri worked on deepening their kiss. Tentatively, he slipped his tongue inside and slowly explored the sweet intoxicating cavern. It was exhilarating. Unlike anything he's ever felt in his 19 years of life, it was just a kiss but he was literally seeing fireworks on the back of his eyes.

Briefly detaching his lips from Wolfram's, Yuuri pushed the flushed blond against the stone wall beside his bedroom door – it wasn't enough, he wanted – no, needed more. As another flash of lightning illuminated the sky, Yuuri watched the now panting blond through heavily lidded eyes. Oh God. He's so beautiful. He eyed the blond's kiss bruised lips and smirked in satisfaction before attacking Wolfram's pale neck. He started to nip the side of the blond's jaw steadily making his way to the junction between Wolfram's collar bone and shoulder leaving light butterfly kisses before sucking his targeted spot – hard. He felt the blond deliciously shiver against him, as his name sensually tumbled out the blond's sweet red lips. Tanned hands expertly unbuttoned the rest of the blond's wet shirt; he placed a quick gentle kiss in the center of the blond's chest before he went back to claim Wolfram's lips once more in a searing kiss - rough, needy and demanding.

The little moans that escaped the blond were sending sparks of pleasure straight to his groin – he was surprised that he was already hard and only from a few kisses. Testily, he ground his hips to Wolfram's – he never knew that such a simple movement could wreck havoc in his system. Yuuri sped up, unable and not wanting to stop. His heavily lidded onyx eyes watched in fascination as the blond slowly started to lose himself – his eyes turning a mystifying deep dark green color that he hasn't seen before. "Wolfram…" He wanted out, he nipped on the flushed blond's ear "I need you…" and grabbing Wolfram's hand, the double black slowly led it over the now painful bulge in his pajama pants. "Please…"

A sudden strange 'crunching' sound akin to glass breaking into pieces was heard throughout the dark corridor. Yuuri immediately found himself hurtling towards the cold stone floor. "Wolfram…" He gently called out but the blond was busy trying to put his clothing in order. He can see the slight trembling in Wolfram's hands as the blond attempted to button his wet shirt and was unsuccessful. "Wolf…" He called again as he reached out to the blond but Wolfram quickly swatted his hand away.

A shot of pain spread through Wolfram's chest as he saw the flash of consternation in Yuuri's eyes. Shit! They were supposed to talk and he was supposed to ask him for his consent to dissolve their engagement. What the hell was he thinking? Losing himself in the heat of the moment. Not only that, someone might have seen Yuuri and he as they – Oh, God! Just the mere thought of it terrified him. If it was just one of the soldiers they can easily pass it up as an illusion of some sort or a dream BUT what if it was one of his brothers. Conrad, or worst – Gwendal. He wanted nothing more than to run and hide. He grabbed his blue jacket off the floor fully intending to leave but Yuuri had him backed up against the wall again before he can take another step. He dodged Yuuri's attempt to kiss him and gently pushed the double black away.

"Wolfram?" There goes his stupid heart again but no, he wouldn't falter – not this time.

"I need to go."

Yuuri adopted an unreadable expression. "Where?" He asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Yuuri, let go. Someone might see." Wolfram shook his wrist in an attempt to get Yuuri to let go of his arm.

"I don't care." The double black sounded so sure of himself and once again hope bloomed through Wolfram's chest but he knew that this wasn't right. This Yuuri standing before him was only clouded with lust. It hurt more than anything, knowing that he would most likely be discarded after the deed was done. He couldn't – wouldn't allow himself to break any further.

The feel of warm hands encasing his had Wolfram turning his head up and meeting Yuuri's eyes. He watched as Yuuri slowly pushed open their already ajar bedroom door, green eyes immediately falling on the huge moonlit bed they shared for the past four years. He loves Yuuri, he thinks and considers it because although cruel he wanted nothing more than to be embraced by this man, but can he really survive being discarded and disregarded afterwards?

"No." Wolfram's voice rang loud and clear through the empty hall, followed by Yuuri's whispered, "Why?" Black eyes bore into green ones, searching.

The blond averted his gaze as he removed his hand from Yuuri's, "I still…need to report to Aniue." He tried pushing Yuuri away again as the double black attempted to wrap his arms around him.

"But Wolfram…" The blond's lips were on his once more but it ended in an instant. It was nothing more than a simple peck but out of all the kisses they shared tonight it was the one that baffled Yuuri the most. There was just something about that sudden kiss but whatever it was has not yet registered in the double black's mind.

"Yuuri…" Wolfram softly called his name in such an endearing way that made his heart swell.

"What?" The double black replied his eyes remaining glued on to Wolfram's, "Goodnight." The beautiful smile that broke out on the blond's face caught him off guard and made every single thought in his mind disappear. It was simple and straight forward yet he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it than just a mere good night.

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As Wolfram's form disappeared from his sight, Yuuri entered his now cold bedroom chamber. He closed the door behind him and leaned on it in an attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart. As he slid down the hard door's surface he grasped his still hard member and freed it from the confines of his now unforgiving tight pants. With the image of the dangerously wet Wolfram from three minutes ago pinned under him writhing in pleasure vivid in his mind – Yuuri closed his eyes and started to pump his weeping cock, increasing his pace as the scantily clad Wolfram in his imagination started chanting his name like a mantra to an unknown prayer.

His heart was beating at an erratic rate and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. He started thrusting forward in his hand as his imaginary blond's long sinful fingers curled elegantly around him before leaning down and licking the tip of his hardened length. Yuuri's soft pants reverberated throughout the empty room; he threw his head back as his release came – most of it spilling on the stone floor, Wolfram's name dying on his lips.

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Obsidian eyes forlornly glistened in the dark deserted corridor not far from the royal bedchambers. He glanced down at his feet, to the cold stone floor where his spectacles lay – crushed and broken. Its clear glass fragments twinkled innocently on the moonlit stone floor. He felt something inside him break bit by bit as the earlier scene he just witnessed between the blond he secretly cherished and his best friend replayed in his head for the nth time. Covering his mouth, he let out a silent scream of anguish before burying his head between his knees. With shaking shoulders, he attempted to swallow a sob and failed – hot tears stinging his eyes as they cascaded down his cheeks.

He felt something in his heart stir as he surreptitiously continued to watch the young Sage's heart break with each stifled sob. I wonder how things would be if the three of you met under different circumstances. Taking one last lingering look at the now closed door to the young King's chambers, the spectral figure of the late Original King rose up into the air and vanished. My King, he wasn't kissing you goodnight - he was kissing you goodbye.

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A Couple Days Later

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He didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that Greta would be returning to Shin Makoku a few days late. Crumpling the dreaded memo of it in his hand into a ball, he threw it into the trash bin. The entire study room was bathed in a soft warm orange glow, standing from his seat; he unbuttoned his black uniform jacket before tossing it on the long and empty wooden table that faced his desk. Unbuttoning the first two buttons of his white dress shirt, he rolled up the sleeves.

It's been a couple days since 'that' night. Just the mere thought of it made him want to dig a hole deep enough to hide himself in for the next 300 years of his demonically long life. Of all people, it just had to be Wolfram. He was supposed to hate it, supposed to be disgusted by it and yethe begged, he begged for the unthinkable – and now the blond is barely speaking to him, acting like nothing happened between them while here he was racking his brains and trying hard to suppress the unexplainable flip-flop in his chest and the strange churning in his stomach.

The sight of royal blue clad pretty boys heading out of Blood Pledge Castle had Yuuri pressing his face on the clear glass windows of his study. No one mentioned anything to him about Wolfram and his unit being on patrol today or of them heading out for any other tasks, especially at this hour. If there was one, he would have at least seen it and surely, he wouldn't have signed it. Having Wolfram go out there always put him on the edge and worried him to no end. The blond is a fine soldier and is very capable of taking care of himself but a part of Yuuri always wanted to keep the blond close, to keep the blond safe. The sight of Wolfram walking next to his steed sans his usual military uniform had Yuuri quickly running down to the courtyard, forgetting his usual black jacket and his casually unbuttoned shirt.

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"What's going on?" Grabbing the young soldier closest to him, Yuuri waited but received no response. Spotting Wolfram, he let go of the young soldier whose eyes was growing the size off saucers as each millisecond ticked by.

"Hey Wolfram, what's going on?" Yuuri asked, hovering over the blond as he made a last minute check of the items loaded on his horse. "Did something happen in the Capital?" Yuuri continued to ask, now grabbing the back of Wolfram's unfamiliar cerulean blue tunic. "Ne Wolfram, where are you going?"

"He's leaving, Shibuya." Turning his head back, Yuuri noticed Murata approaching him – arms crossed, his usual glasses gone. His best friend's somewhat gaunt appearance stunned him for a few seconds. The dark haired teen that now stood in front of him had deep dark circles under his eyes. His skin was slightly blotchy and had splotches of red. It made Yuuri wonder if he had been crying just a little while ago.

"Von Bielefeld-kyo is being relieved from his duties, Shibuya. He will be departing Blood Pledge and will be taking up residence in Bielefeld under Waltorana-kyo's care, where he will be groomed as its future successor. Also, I've - " Murata paused, the dark circles in his eyes growing deeper as an immense feeling of guilt overcame him making him feel nauseous, dizzy and unsteady on his feet.

"Our engagement has been dissolved." Wolfram suddenly spoke from behind him. If it wasn't for the strained expression that now graced Murata's face, he would have laughed and thought of it as some sort of joke but he knew (for sure), the moment he turned back and saw Wolfram's red rimmed eyes and equally haggard face that it was anything but that. "I know all about her, Yuuri."

"Why? I mean…how, you and … I mean, we -" His brain failed him and so did his words, so his body did the next best thing. It naturally moved on its own accord and reached out for the blond but the young Sage was quick to stop him. Grabbing him by the shoulder, his double black friend dragged him back, away from the blond. "Let go, Murata!"

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"You didn't have to cheat on me. If you were so damn miserable and repulsed with the idea of being with me then you should have just broken our engagement off! You're not just some random boy off the street Yuuri, you're the King!" Prying his now ex-fiancé's hand off his shoulder, Wolfram threw him a piercing glare before stomping away, blinking away the tears that are threatening to fall from his eyes. The blond quickly made his way towards his steed but the double black King was quick to act - following the blond with hurried steps and overtaking him.

"I wanted to properly break it off but I couldn't. You know how much I hate to see you hurt and to see you cry. I care about you! Please Wolfram, you have to believe me." He knew he was begging but he had no other choice. He can't lose Wolfram, not like this.

"Wow! I'm impressed!" The blond just about screamed, his hand balling into fists in an attempt to contain his raging anger. "That's a really shitty way of showing you care! You say you hate to see me hurt, and you hate to see me cry… So all those times that you hurt me by being with her, did you just close your eyes? How dare you sleep with me in our room, in our bed with our daughter between us – and think of someone else?!"

His vision suddenly grew blurry as something warm and damp rolled off his cheek. "Wolfram, please…I don't want this. I can't lose you." The strange throbbing sensation in his chest seems to have magnified ten-fold; it hurt with each breath and every single beat.

"Then, leave her!" A pained horrified expression graced Yuuri's face followed by a few seconds of tense silence. "You can't, huh?" The blond's lips curved into a smile followed by a light chuckle. The double black lowered his eyes in shame, his knuckles turning white as his hand tightly grasped the dark material of his slacks.

"Why do I even bother?!" Throwing his hands up in resignation, a sad smile graced his lips before hot angry tears fell from emerald colored orbs. "You know what? Fuck it! I don't care; I won't deal with your bullshit anymore! I know you think that it's silly but I really seriously love you… I love you so much, it hurts - but now, I'm done chasing after you." He walked past Yuuri, his heart breaking into tiny little pieces with each step.

"I can't keep being your second choice, Yuuri – not when you're my first." Mounting his steed, he wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "Enjoy your freedom and try not to miss me too much when I'm gone, Wimp!"

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"Shibuya -" Before he can finish the rest of his words, a hard fist collided with the side of his face and knocked him back. To say that it simply hurt would be an understatement when he was hurting much worse elsewhere – his heart, besides he had it coming. The taste of metal permeated his mouth as a trail of blood trickled down his chin. He made a choice – out of spite, his jealous resentment getting the best of him and this would be his retribution.

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EXTRA NOTES: That is it for this chapter. Thank you so much for reading! It sure took a while for us to get this far XD Originally, I wanted to have everything (chapters 1, 2 and 3) in one chapter but I felt that it will be too long and that it will bore people to death. Also, Yuuri is not 'the-big-bad-guy' in this story though I know it seems that way but that really has more to do with how everyone portrayed the Yuuri in my fic inside their head. You can't choose who you love - simple as that. In my fic, he is a 19 year old with kicking hormones - experiencing the high's of love for the first time. He is happy with his woman (for the time being) AND (based on what I have written so far) he chooses her over Wolfram and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that - he can't help it because it's what he feels (for now). I'm really sorry for all the anguish I've put you guys through. So again, I'm repeating it, this is an eventual YuuRam story. By that I am saying that we will get there after a series of occurrences or chapters. My beta and I are HUGE YuuRam fans after all^^

Moving on, I'm very happy to receive everyone's thoughts about this fic (positive and negative) so please message me anytime with any questions, concerns and whatever-else you can think of have with no worries whatsoever. I want to enjoy this fic with all of you so don't hesitate to let me know what's on your mind OR you can also give me a virtual butt-kick cause I do tease too much in this fic (according to my beta btw). Wow, that got long! That's it from me. This story still has a long way to go and the mystery plot is just starting to unfold. I don't want to say/type too much as to not spoil the rest of the story. Anyway, I hope that everyone reading this fic will continue to read the rest of it with an open mind and a calm heart. It's a bitter-sweet story that revolves around the idea that people don't always realize what they have until it's gone AND that sometimes two people have to fall apart for them to realize just how much they need to fall back together. Hope you will continue to watch over us (my beta 'chase3136' and I) as we work on this fic.

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PS: One of the choice titles for this fic was - The Evocation of an Obliterated Past. Do take note that this story revolves around Murata's dark past. What's happening now is connected to that. Spoilerish BUT 'something' was erased in the past and with that, memories of many individuals had to be replaced and Shin Makoku history was also altered. Because it's something that happened thousands of years ago no one really knows the truth - until now. The main questions are: What was erased and why? Again, this deals with this part of the summary: Murata's dark past resurfaces and a mortal enemy of his is back with a vengeance. There is more to this story than Yuuri and Wolfram's engagement. This is my first ever fic and I have a lot of worries about it but I'm very fortunate to have my super amazing and gracious beta 'chase 3136' with me. I've typed sooo much again...sorry! Well, I won't hold you up much longer. Thank you so much again to everyone who gave this fic a chance. Reviews, Favorites and Follows are very much appreciated! Til the next chapter^^

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