Name: Sleepless

Ratting: T (because Yuuri has an iron grip on Wolfram's...hm...waist! Get your mind out of gutters, I was joking, its really his waist.)

Comment: Like when a child has lost their blanket and doll, it can not fall asleep. Well I'm going to think its the same for couples who are in love, married or sleep in the same bed for a long time. When one is gone the other is restless.

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One fine spring night, the usual screaming had started in the king's room as he tried to kick his fiance out, yet this time something had been different. Of his very own will the prince had stormed out, chin high and frown on his face. The maids had hurried out of his way, the knights had actted like they couldn't see or hear anything and some of the royal family that had been walking by smiled sadley at the young man. Yet the strange night had just started, for the king rushed out his bedroom also in his night clothes and looking so very upset.

"Try to keep your lame-ass promes!"

"I will! I won't return to your bed untill you request it!"

It was now two weeks later and Yuuri was still in a state of anger that had made him turn into Maou twice for no reasons. One would expect he would have been so happy to finaly get the prince out of his bedroom even if the engagment was still on but it wasn't so. Wolfram on the other hand should have been the one crying his eyes out, but it seemed like the prince wasn't in pain, other than his close family, no one was able to tell that the prince was heartbroken at what had happen.

"Alright then! What do I have for today?"

"My lord has trainning with his soldiers untill lunch time, then a meetting with Lord Gwendal, then picnick with Princess Greta, patrol in town, tea with Lady Cecille, then night shift at the gates of the castle."

"Very well then, thank you Lord Gunter. I'll be heading out now!"

The purple haired man bowed politely as the prince walked out of his office to get his day started, the tutor glanced up at the prince and couldn't help a smile. Strong steps, steady voice and a gentle/feminine swing of the hips as well for good measure. It seemed Lord Wolfram was doing a lot better than any one would have imagine.

Yuuri was sitting on a sofa with Murata by his side, both waitting for Gunter to start the lessons of the day. Their eyes fallowed Wolfram as he walked out, the King glarring at the blond's back and the Great Sage starring at the blond's behind. At the moment the prince had clossed the door, Yuuri seemed to lose all his cool and stood up in anger.

"I can't take it any more! How can he be so calm!"

"Well Shibuya, he did say it was over..."

"Its been two weeks and I still feel like I'm the jerk! Like I'm the one who did something wrong! He's so creepy, taking about weddings and sharing a room...so how come I can't sleep better off with out him?"

"Lord Wolfram was true to his feelings and is keeping his promes not to visit your chambers with out permison. You agreed Heika and yet here you are with bags under your eyes because of sleepless nights."

"If you don't like the way things are going...why not do something about it...for a change..." Murata laughed, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"No! We said never again and we'll keep it that way!"

The conversation ended with those words, Gunter pulling Yuuri off to class with Murata falowing and laughing his head off. The day went on as usual, with all of them fallowing their decided roles in Shin Makoku. Aside from the king yawning a lot more often durring the class, everything was just as it should be.

It was close to midnight when Wolfram finaly made his way to his bedroom having just taken a quick bath. The beautiful prince yawned as he got ready for bed before reaching for a towel to dry his dripping hair with. He would never admit it but he too hadn't been sleeping well this last few days, worry of knowing Yuuri alone at night hunting him in his sleep. Wolfram had been about to get to bed when the doors open in a slam, and there stood the king, in pyjamas.

"I can't take it! I haven't been able to sleep in days! I'm at the end of my rope and I don't want to die from lack of sleep!"

"What the hell are you talking about you wimp? You kicked me out of our bedroom remember?"

"Yes I know! I'm ready to swalow my pride, lower my head and as to be forgiven now! Just let me sleep here please!"

Wolfram gasped when Yurri pushed him on the bed. The prince put up quite a long fight but the fatigue from his day of trainning and his watch made it impossible for him to win. Wolfram found himself on the bed, next to Yuuri and his head on the king's shoulder groaning and trying to slide out of the black haired boy's grip but the king held him tight with an arm around his waist refusing to let go, no matter how much Wolfram kicked and screamed that he was going to summon the fires and bake Yuuri if the young man didn't let him go.

His screams went on for a moment before he realised...Yuuri had fallen asleep still holding him hostage. The blond prince blinked for a moment and then sighed, resting his head on the king's shoulder much like Yuuri had forced him at the start.

"You wimp...tomorrow I'll hurt you..."

No response but he hadn't expected one, letting his eyes slid shut, Wolfram couldn't hide a small smile. Yuuri had come to him after all, just like he had hopped it seemed the king had become adicted to him and wouldn't be able to spend much time away from him after nightfalls. Tomorrow he would force the wimp to chose a date for their wedding even if the japanese boy cursed and screamed that he wasn't willing. After that...well he would have long and wonderfull years of marriage to rub it off on everyone's face that the king of Shin Makoku loved him so much...he wasn't able to sleep with out him by his side.