Alright so I know I said "No intros," but this is necessary. There is smutty lemony goodness coming soon, and the rating has been changed to M for mature. Skip this chapter if you are underage or are homophobic, etc. Also this is my first and only attempt at a lemon so no flames plz.

EDIT: I wonder how long ago I wrote this? Anyway... I've written an ass-ton more since then ^ ^

Anon: How much is an ass-ton?

Me: Well my dear, that depends on the size of the ass now doesn't it?

It was late afternoon the next day, and the time for the ball to begin was quickly approaching. Yuuri walked into the ballroom and saw that Greta was trying to convince Gunther that everything was better with more pink and/or sparkles while he was finishing the decorations. He stifled a laugh before letting them know he was there.

"Wow, this looks great! Were you helping Gunther Greta?"

Greta turned upon seeing her father and ran to jump in his arms. While she excitedly chattered about the ball and the dress she was going to wear, Gunther was swooning in the background thanking Yuuri for his praise on the décor. Yuuri couldn't hear both of them at the same time so he sweat-dropped while nodding his head every once in a while.

"Hey Papa-Yuuri? Where's Papa-Wolf?"

"Huh… I don't know. Shall we go look for him?"

Greta cheered and held onto Yuuri as he carried her away from the overjoyed man in the ballroom.

They found Wolfram outside finishing up training his men, once again without a drop of sweat on him. Yuuri put Greta down and watched her as she practically glomped him in front of all of his soldiers. He picked her up and swung her around his back to give her a piggy-back ride, causing her to squeal. He ended up dismissing the remaining soldiers (who were at this point on the verge of laughter at the child, even though they feared for their lives too much to actually laugh.)

Wolfram walked over to Yuuri with a smile on his face which dropped when he saw the distant look in Yuuri's eyes.

"Yuuri? Hey Yuuri? Yu… YUURI!"

Yuuri snapped out of it pretty quickly.

"Oh, hi Wolf!"

"Geez, what's wrong with you? You seemed pretty distant there." Wolfram put Greta down and let her run off to go do something or other.

"Oh sorry, just thinking about the ball tonight…"

"You-" Wolfram stopped before he began his usual rant and took a breath before trying again. "Why were you thinking of the ball Yuuri?"

"I was just wondering who was going to be there."

"I knew it! I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt but no, you were thinking of cheating anyway, and dancing with a bunch of whores!"

"Gods Wolf, you are such an idiot!"

"Excuse me?!"

"I'm wondering because I don't want to be forced to dance with any of those people." Yuuri stressed the word people, because he didn't appreciate Wolfram calling them whores… Even the ones who were whores.

"Oh really?"

"Really. Don't believe me if you don't want to, but if this wasn't for peace I wouldn't even go."

Wolfram let out a disbelieving sigh although he really sort of believed what Yuuri said. Yuuri gave him a smile and then led him back into the palace so they could bathe and get ready for the ball.

Some amount of hours later that afternoon…

The ball was about to start and the nobles were arriving. Yuuri was seated on his throne (which he hated very much) and Wolfram was standing next to him. He greeted everyone as they arrived with a slight bow or a nod, and received some flirtatious giggles from some girls. Needless to say the ball had barely started and Wolfram was already annoyed.

Wolfram excused himself after several more minutes of greetings, needing a drink. Since fire-users don't get drunk easily he wasn't worried about it hindering his perception or anything, but he needed one all the same.

Wolfram had noticed the random hints of flirting from the females in the crowd, not to mention the occasional male. What he hadn't noticed was Yuuri's trademark smile beginning to slip as the night went on. Yuuri was getting fed up with the way these people thought they could just waltz right in and win his affections. (Literally, some of them were doing the Waltz.)

Wolfram was only a couple of meters away, sipping his drink when someone approached the double-black. A red-haired lady with a perfect hour-glass figure came on to him with a smile. She was obviously used to getting what she wanted, the way she spoke and asked him to dance.

Yuuri's smile almost slipped as he spoke with her, but nobody noticed. Not even the flirt herself.

"I'm sorry, but I do not wish to dance tonight."

"Oh but surely his majesty would like to do something tonight hmm?"

Wolfram's face was red with anger and he was ready to go over there and 'accidentally' spill his red wine all over her cream-colored dress. He still waited a moment to see Yuuri's reaction however, even if he expected to be hurt by it.

"No. His majesty would not. In case you or anybody else hasn't noticed, I am engaged."

"Oh? I had only heard that you were duped into slapping that pretty-boy, not that you cared about him…"

"What are you insinuating? For your information Madame he is not 'that pretty-boy,' he is Wolfram von Belfield, and he is my fiancé. Now cease your shameless flirting, for I have no interest... if you would excuse me."

She was stunned by the rather rude tone of voice he had displayed in his response, and rightly felt rejected. She tried to stop him, but he jerked away and walked towards where Conrad was speaking with Jozak. Wolfram backed up against the wall. Were his ears deceiving him? Was this a trick of his mind, or did Yuuri just admit to someone other than himself that he had feelings for him? He stared at the drink in his hand for a moment before debating whether or not to go after Yuuri. He didn't plan on admitting that he was listening in, but he still wanted to know what was on his mind.

Yuuri approached Conrad as he finished his conversation, and Jozak had walked away.

"Hello Conrad, having a nice evening?"

"Yes thank you Heika, how about you?" Yuuri stared at Conrad pointedly for a moment waiting for him to fix his mistake. "Ah, sorry. Yuuri."

"Thank you Conrad, and no unfortunately I am not really enjoying the ball too greatly. I was wondering if it would be too much of a problem for me to go to bed…"

"Oh, I'm sorry are you not feeling well? By all means go on to bed, I'm sure that Gwendal and I can handle the rest of the diplomacies for the night."

"Thanks."

Yuuri rubbed the back of his head before leaving the room. He was really upset at the people who seemed to have no shame. He didn't want to threaten the peace for any reason, so he had to retire before he lashed out at the entire group.

Back in the ballroom Wolfram had finally decided to approach Yuuri, only to notice he couldn't find him anywhere. Considering he last saw him headed towards his brother, he went to ask Conrad.

"Conrad, have you seen Yuuri?"

"Ah, yes. I'm surprised he didn't tell you, he wasn't feeling well so he went to bed. Could you check on him?"

"Fine. It is my responsibility after all as his fiancé…"

So Wolfram happily left the ballroom, because even though he acted like it was a chore, he was glad to get to see Yuuri away from everybody else any chance he got. After all, that was the only time they kissed… That thought brought heat to his face and he consciously fought the blush away as he entered their room.

Yuuri was already in his night-clothes and was trying to read a book in the language of Shin Makoku... and for the most part failing. He put the book down and sat up when he saw Wolfram come into the room and smiled.

"Hi Wolf, didn't like the party?"

"No, not really. Not with all of those girls flirting with you."

"Hey, it's not like I flirted back or anything!"

"I know."

"Y-you know?" Wolfram blushed and sat down on the bed next to Yuuri.

"I-I kinda over-heard you talking with that girl in the cream-colored dress."

It was Yuuri's turn to blush.

"Oh you heard that?"

"Yeah…"

"Well good."

"Huh? You're not mad at me for listening?"

"Nope. I'm glad that you did, i-it'll help me say what I want to say now…"

Wolfram was confused. What did he want to say? Instead of prodding Yuuri on he waited patiently for him to continue.

"I know that I proposed to you on accident, but that doesn't mean it was a mistake. Sure I didn't understand at the time, but now I'm just glad that I did so nobody else took you… I couldn't stand it if you were to leave me."

"Yuuri…" Wolfram looked at him with hopeful eyes and a small smile.

"I believe that we are more than friends, and I hope that we only grow closer. I hate when those people come on to me when they should know I have you! They think that our relationship is nothing, and I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry Wolfram. Please forgive me." Yuuri looked down at his legs against the mattress, feeling the soft sheet underneath him.

"Don't be stupid." Wolfram said softly.

"What?" Yuuri looked up hurt, wondering if Wolfram hated him now. He couldn't have that; not now, not ever.

"I am not mad at you, and there is nothing to forgive. I may just be a bratty and selfish prince, who get jealous all of the time; but still you say you love me. You apologize even when there is nothing to apologize for, and when it's my fault." Wolfram moved over and ran his hands through Yuuri's silky black strands of hair. "If anyone should be sorry Yuuri, it's me not you."

Not even a second later Wolfram began to shed tears and looked down. Yuuri put his hands on his cheeks and brushed away the tears gently as they fell.

"Then nobody should be sorry. As far as I can tell, we are in love and one day we will be married. Then no one will ever doubt us again." Wolfram opened his eyes shocked.

"You mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"You'll marry me?"

"Of course I will Wolf, why wouldn't I?"

The blonde sniffled quietly before pulling Yuuri's head closer to his and falling back on the bed. Yuuri closed the distance and their lips met once more. Soon it was a battle for dominance which Yuuri easily won after Wolfram surrendered to the pleasure. Yuuri was sure he had memorized every spot in Wolfram's mouth after having kissed him for so long.

Wolfram let his hands slide down Yuuri's back until they reached his hips. Yuuri hadn't noticed until Wolfram pulled himself upwards slightly, thrusting against Yuuri's abdomen. Yuuri gasped and broke the kiss when he felt Wolfram up against him. He looked down and saw Wolfram's pleading eyes and knew his eyes probably matched.

"Wolfram I- I don't know what to do. I don't know what this is really but… I-I want more…"

Wolfram smirked slightly already having realized that Yuuri wouldn't know what to do. He wasn't exactly extremely knowledgeable on it either, but his mother had given him books when Yuuri had proposed to him.

"Me too."

Yuuri smiled and pressed down against Wolfram pulling him into another kiss. The blonde was now completely pinned to the bed by Yuuri, and found that he didn't mind at all. He returned the kiss before thrusting up against Yuuri's groin. Yuuri gasped and shuddered from pure pleasure, the noise only turning Wolfram on more.

The first thing that Yuuri noticed was that Wolfram was hard. He was really hard, and it was only from kissing. Once Wolfram had thrust up against him however, he had noticed that he was getting hard as well. Wolfram was becoming courageous now that he felt Yuuri's hardened member against his. He slightly rolled his hips and was rewarded with a deep groan and another kiss. As Yuuri intertwined his tongue with Wolfram's he began to grind his hips against his Wolf's.

Wolfram's eyes flew open and he gasped for breath through the pleasure he was feeling. He pushed Yuuri back reluctantly causing a cry of pain from the young Maoh.

"W-Wolf, wha-?"

"I-I can't Yuuri…"

"W-What can't you do? I-I thought you were enjoying it too…" Yuuri was on the verge of tears; both from the thought that he did something wrong, and from how painfully hard he had become.

"No! I-I mean I am, but…"

"But what?"

"I… If we keep going, I… I don't know if I'll be able to stop and-" Yuuri cut him off by pulling him over and kissing him again, before mumbling somewhat huskily into Wolfram's ear.

"I don't want to stop."

Wolfram almost came right then as he heard those words and shuddered, but somehow he was able to hold out. Wolfram pushed Yuuri back into the pillows and ran his hands under the bottom of Yuuri's pajama shirt. Yuuri nodded at Wolfram's look and began to undress as Wolfram did the same. Soon they were both wearing nothing but the strange underwear that was usual for the nobles to wear.

Suddenly Wolfram felt extremely self-conscious and covered himself as best he could with his hands.

"Wolf, don't hide from me. Not now. You're beautiful, and I want to see you. All of you."

Yuuri leaned over Wolfram and pulled his hands away from his lower regions and gasped quietly as he looked down. Wolfram's arousal was now only hidden by the thin sheet of fabric, and it was easy to see how hard he was. Wolfram looked away and blushed, only looking back when Yuuri let go of his hands to touch Wolfram's chest. Wolfram whined as Yuuri rubbed him, fingers lightly massaging around his smooth chest. Yuuri took Wolfram into a kiss to muffle any sounds he made as her rubbed the pink nubs on his chest.

"Ahh… Nnnn… mmph…"

The moans Wolfram made into Yuuri's mouth only aroused him more before he broke the kiss. Wolfram was full on panting now, like a dog in heat and his arousal was twitching with desire. Yuuri's member agreed, and Yuuri let instinct take him over as he trailed kisses down his blonde's chest, making a mental note of every sensitive spot.

Wolfram was gripping the sheets trying to calm himself down as he trembled. He was mumbling incoherently as Yuuri's butterfly kissed trailed down to his abdomen and his hands held him in place. Once he was at his underwear however he hesitated and looked up at Wolfram.

Yuuri wanted, no he needed to feel Wolfram, to taste him. He didn't know why, he just did. After Wolfram vigorously shook his head up and down with permission, Yuuri laid his palm flat on the bulge in front of him.

"Nnngh! F-fuck Yuuri!"

Yuuri began to rub slowly up and down over the fabric until Wolfram began to jerk uncontrollably against his hand. Yuuri was overjoyed that he was able to cause such a reaction in the one he loved, so he pulled down Wolfram's underwear causing a hiss to come from the other's throat as the cool air hit his large arousal. Yuuri swallowed nervously as he looked at the pulsing member in front of him. Wolfram was finally in front of him in all his bare glory. The head of his shaft was weeping and twitching with desire. Yuuri wasn't sure what to do as he hesitantly grasped the tip.

"Ahhgghh!" Yuuri jerked back at the blonde's exclamation afraid that he had hurt him. "N-No… d-do it again… please!"

He leaned his left arm against Wolfram's hips to prevent him from thrusting or moving in any way as he grasped the head gently with his right hand. As he rubbed his thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum around the slit Wolfram futilely attempted to escape, even though it was only half-heartedly. Yuuri began to stroke up and down around the shaft faster and faster until he felt Wolfram's end coming. He let go and Wolfram almost screamed from the loss.

"W-why?!"

Yuuri silenced him with a chaste kiss before leaning back down and breathing in the heavy scent of Wolfram. He blew gently against Wolfram's erection causing Wolfram to jerk around again. Drawing in all of his courage he took Wolfram's erection into his mouth whole. Wolfram silently screamed at the painful pleasure as he shot his cum into Yuuri's mouth. At first Yuuri choked, but then he swallowed as much of it as he could, sucking on Wolfram to help him ride out his orgasm.

Yuuri leaned back and wiped his mouth off gently as he looked at Wolfram's flushed face. In his after-glow Wolfram barely realized that Yuuri still hadn't come; and once he noticed, it bothered him.

"Y-Yuuri…"

His name came out as a breath as he tried desperately to sit up. After a couple of failed attempts Yuuri helped him up so that he could kiss him once more. Wolfram could taste himself on Yuuri, which turned him on all over again remembering what had just occurred. He pulled back and blushed as he gently pushed Yuuri over against the bed, determined to let him feel as good as he did.

Yuuri blushed, but he didn't fight as Wolfram pushed him over onto the bed, but he did unconsciously try to close his legs when wolfram pulled off his undergarments. Wolfram's breath hitched as he stared, making Yuuri feel a bit self-conscious.

"W-what?"

"Nothing it's just… You certainly don't have anything to be ashamed of."

Yuuri blushed and playfully hit Wolfram's arm at his comment. It was true though, Yuuri happened to be slightly bigger than Wolfram. Wolfram just hoped it wouldn't hurt too terribly. Wolfram rubbed his hand against Yuuri's arousal eliciting a groan of pleasure from the dark-haired king. Wolfram took one of Yuuri's hands and began to suck on three fingers, surprising Yuuri.

"Wha- Mmm- are you- Ahhh - doing W-wolf?"

Wolfram slid the now-coated fingers out of his mouth with a pop. Instead of answering, he pulled Yuuri's fingers downwards and used them to point at his twitching hole. Yuuri rubbed one finger very slowly around the tight ring causing a whining noise from Wolfram. Yuuri whispered, afraid he would ruin what they had if he spoke too loud.

"Won't it hurt you?"

"No."

Wolfram knew it was a lie, but he also knew that Yuuri would wimp out if he told him otherwise. The pain that would come wouldn't matter; he knew that pleasure would come as well. He also knew it would be worth it to feel the one he loved inside of him. Anything would be worth it for the happiness of the one he loved.

Yuuri nodded and slowly moved his first finger into the small hole causing Wolfram to bite the inside of his cheek. After Wolfram relaxed against it he added another digit causing Wolfram to gasp at the pain.

"Are you alright Wolf?"

"Y-yeah, it just feels good."

Yuuri didn't realize that Wolfram was lying so he pushed the third finger in and began scissoring the opening causing Wolfram to shudder. As Yuuri moved his fingers around he accidently brushed up against the bundle of nerves that every man has, causing Wolfram to yelp and see stars. Yuuri pulled his fingers back slightly, scared that he had actually hurt his Wolf.

"I'm sorry! Did that hurt?"

"No! No, do it again, it-" Before Wolfram could finish Yuuri lightly pressed up against his prostate again and cut off all thought processes in his mind. "MmmMMmmmMM! M-morreee AHH!"

Wolfram was making all sorts of pleasured noises as Yuuri massaged the inside of his walls causing Wolfram's legs to tremble as he tried to thrust on his fingers. Yuuri's member was throbbing painfully now and he pulled his fingers out of Wolfram planning on jerking off. Wolfram was about to complain about the loss when he saw what Yuuri was about to do.

"Yuuri! What are you doing?"

"I-I was… I mean I…" Yuuri was confused. He just wanted the pain to go away and he wasn't about to ask Wolfram to give him a blowjob or anything.

"Don't you know why you were preparing me?"

"P-preparing?" Wolfram almost smacked himself in the face before he sat up in front of Yuuri.

"It's so you can take me."

"W-what?"

Realizing that Yuuri probably wasn't going to get it without him spelling it out, he straddled Yuuri and kissed him deeply. Yuuri was distracted as he did that so he didn't really notice when Wolfram adjusted himself over Yuuri's member and began to ease in into his hole gasping as he did.

Yuuri's head jerked back at the sudden tightness enveloping his tip, it just felt so good.

"Gaaaaaa! W-Wolf!"

Wolfram forced a smile through the pain as he tried to get used to the strange feeling at his entrance. Yuuri looked back up and saw the pain on his face.

"W-Wolf, d-did you lie to me? It hurts doesn't it? Don't f-force yourselff-aahhnnnn!"

Being the stubborn idiot that he was, Wolfram had buried Yuuri's shaft into himself up to the hilt. He began to unwillingly sob from the pain that he was feeling. Wolfram felt like he was being cleaved in two, while Yuuri felt unimaginable bliss. Yuuri would have never known that anything could feel so good, but as much as he wanted to move he saw how much pain wolfram was in.

Yuuri pulled Wolfram's head closer to his and kissed him deeply until Wolfram adjusted to the pain in his rear. He tested how he felt by slightly moving his hips causing Yuuri to cry out in pleasure. He pulled himself up, and just when Yuuri thought he was leaving, he pushed himself all the way down again, enveloping Yuuri in bliss. He slowly repeated this a few times, driving Yuuri crazy to the point to no return.

"D-Dammit Wolf!" Yuuri finally took the initiative by pushing Wolfram over, still embedded inside of him. He adjusted until he brushed up against Wolfram's prostate once more.

"Nnnngghh…"

Wolfram bit his hand hard to try and muffle his groans of pleasure. When Yuuri was sure he had in fact found the spot, he aimed for it with each thrust. After a moment he began to push faster and faster until he was almost ready to explode. Feeling his own end near, Yuuri reached in between them and pumped Wolfram's cock in time with his thrusts, giving him double the pleasure. Wolfram reached his end quickly shooting his cum over their chests and squeezing Yuuri until he came as well, riding out his orgasm with a few more thrusts and shooting his warm cum deep inside of Wolfram.

Yuuri collapsed on top of Wolfram, still inside of him and too tired to move. After a moment Wolfram felt the liquids running out of his ass and was turned on again. He looked over to Yuuri hopefully as he felt Yuuri hardening while still inside of him.

"C-can you go again?"

Yuuri chuckled lightly.

"I think so, but only one more time."

They ended up going three or four more rounds before falling asleep.

Anon: Oh. My. God.

Me: What is it that bad?

Anon: THAT'S your first lemon? Like ever?

Me: Shut-up you know it is!

Anon: Dayumm-Gurrll! And to think you have never even been kissed!

Me: What the fuck anon?! You swore you wouldn't tell anyone that!

Anon: *Sticks tongue out*

Me: *Chases after anon with a frying pan*

Anon: Where did you get that?!

Me: From a friend!

- One beaten friend later…

Me: Well aren't you glad for anti-inflammatory pills? I had to take them so I could type all of this, even though the doctor kinda said not to use my hand for a while… and that was like earlier today…

Anon: Yowr am ibilot

Me: I'm sorry, your face is too swollen for me to make out what you are saying… Is there anyone here who speaks gibberish?

*A girl runs in from the crowd… she looks slightly insane*

Moon: I do! She said "You're an idiot."

Me: Hey!

Moon: No, she said it. Not me.

Me: Well screw the doctor, I had to write the story… So anyway where's Della?

*Moon points to the far corner where there I can only make out an outline of what might be a human being.*

Me: Huh? *shouts to camera guy* HEY CAN WE GET A LITTLE LIGHT OVER THERE PLEASE?

*Light shines into corner where we fine a dazed and slightly drooling fan-girl*

Me: Oooohhhhhh there she is… Should we call someone?

Moon: …Nah

Anon: Woo shub cald tummwun foo meefff!

Me: Huh?

Moon: She wants you to call someone for her… But she looks fine to me. By the way, did you like your cupcake?

Anon: Baf wad woooo?

Moon: Yes that was me.

Me: ANYWAY thanks for reading, and no I'm not done… the story will continue

EDIT: Okay, I made a LOT of changes grammatically to this chapter, but didn't change the scene because it's my first lemon! I mean, call me crazy but it's special just the way it is. I'm going to blame the previous errors to the fact that I was distracted by the juiciness of my own lemon. You know what I say; when life gives you lemons, ship the hell out of them!

Also, I have been kissed now. By Murata.

Murata: H-Hey! *slight blush* What are you talking about?!

Me: *glomps a certain sage* I love you too sweetie!

Murata: *sweat-drops*

R&R