Yo, it's Scarlet. Sorry this chapter is late, I'm been sick this week. I vomited 8-10 times on Monday, food why did you betray me, I loved you, chipped a tooth on Wednesday, with fork, it's probably best I don't know how I did that, and on Thursday, the area where my wisdom tooth was swollen to the point I had to go to the doctors because I could eat lunch and dinner. Plus, I couldn't drink (alcohol) today, my 21st birthday, because I have to take medication to get the swelling down. Anything that mess with my relationship to food will be so destroyed to the point where it can't be identified. Stupid bacteria, you luck you small, but I got antibiotics! So if this chapter is horrible, blame it on the drugs. If this chapter is better than you thought after know what happened to me, again, blame it on the drugs. This week was rough.

Disclaimer (1): Please only take medicine/drugs that your doctor has prescribe to you. Do not take other people's medicine and/or expired medication. Do not take more than your doctors has prescribe. Also, take the damn medicine they prescribed.

Enough personal ranting, I surprised nobody asked Wolfie to say something dirty. But it okay, I'll get you all to talk somehow.

Special thanks and comments:

To Guest-sama: I got close, I think. Read and tell me if I did.

To Nickesha: The Sage is juggling 3-5 different converging plans. You get to see part of plan 3 now. And whenever Lady Celi shows up, regardless of whose fanfic, shit hit the fan HARD.

To WolfyuuFTW: Yeah, I honestly think Wolfram would let Yuuri top him even with his pride. This is where I get into a lot of trouble with WolframxYuuri fans because to me Wolfyuu and Yuuram are the same thing. Granted I've seen yuuram more often, so I instinctually lean that way. But your question was 'If I thought Wolfram's pride would allow Yuuri to 'top' him?' I say yes because that pride would have to from a place of love from both parties. In general (not specifically this fiction), I think Wolfram lets Yuuri top him because he take pride in Yuuri. I know I'm not making much sense, but I think Wolfram pride turns into love and trust for Yuuri, like it's the beginning emotion. Now, an interest flip to the question would be, do you think Yuuri's social and cultural (earthly) norms would allow Wolfram to top him?

To my readers/viewers: Thank you again for reading, read carefully, pay attention to whose POV and review if you want/can (do it). Your reviews inspire me to work on something = faster update.

Disclaimer (2): I own nothing and I make nothing. (The price of borrowing something else's creativity.)


Yozak POV

Opening the Archive's doors, my eyes scanned the room for a double black. You would thing he would be easy to find since there are only two double blacks in the entire kingdom. But the Sage was hidden in a far corner of the room with stacks of books and records in front of him. Beside him was a bored redhead, hoping something interesting would happen.

I approached them, the blue uniformed soldier noticed me first, I nodded at him. "Your Excellency," I called for the Sage's attention.

He turned his head to the direction of my voice and smiled, "Yozak, did you find something for me?"

The red hair looked confused. "Not really," I answered. "Other than the Prince Consort is just mad that you took his third in command away from him."

"I took him because I wanted to help him," the Sage said while chuckling.

"Help Wolfram with what exactly, Your Excellency," I asked.

"Eh? You haven't heard the rumors around the castle. I figure you would be the first to know considering your relationship with the maids." The double black looked back at the documents in his hands.

"The one about you getting His Majesty to confess to the Prince Consort?"

"That's the one." Looking up from the records, the Sage asked, "so Yozak, are you going to bet with or against me?"

"Obviously with," I said cooly. He was testing me. I knew behind those glasses, those beady black eyes were testing me. "But that still doesn't explain why you need one of Wolfram's men."

"Well that's a secret, just like your mission." The Sage's tone told me that he knows I said something to Conrart. "While I'm at it, would you like me to help you get together with Lord Weller?"

"No thank you, Your Excellency. Conrart and I are just friends."

The double black laughed, "Yozak, I lived enough lifetimes to know when a man loves another just by looking. You love him, deeply. I never thought you were the shy type, just tell him."

I looked away from the Sage. I knew what he was doing, I do it all the time in the field. When digging for information, look for the target's soft spot and ask about it, make assumptions, anything to keep the conversation going and causal. Eventually, something will slip out without the target knowing.

"You already told him?" the Sage continued. "But he doesn't see you that way?"

"No, Your Grace, I haven't told him," fine Great Sage. I'll play your game.

"Why not?"

"For a number of things, we are childhood friends, war buddies, drinking buddies-"

"Wolfram?" The Sage questioned.

My eyes opened wide. Did he know?

"I heard form some of the soldiers that Lord Weller would sometimes ask you to look out for Wolfram for him. Between him and Shori, Shibuya's older brother, I think Lord Weller has the bigger brother complex. Asking your best friend to stalk your little brother is very creepy and selfish, if you ask me."

"Selfish?" I asked. Conrart isn't selfish, he sacrificed his arm for the king.

"Yes he is, to you. I think he knows about your feelings Yozak. He isn't as dense as Shibuya, but I think he discovered your feelings for him but chose to ignore them because he doesn't know how to deal with them. Like you said, you two are childhood friends, drinking buddies, war buddies etc. I think that he's afraid of starting an intimate relationship with you because he scared that it wouldn't work out and he would lose the closest friend he has ever had."

I smiled at the Sage, he's good. "So you are betting with or against me, Your Excellency?"

"Obviously with," he mimicked my tone of voice earlier.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" I asked changing the subject.

"Research," the double black said focusing on his work again. "To help a king, you must know his soldiers."

"If I didn't know better, I would think that you are planning on making your own elite squad of soldiers."

"Maybe, but that's a secret too."

"How many secrets do you have, Your Excellency?"

The double black just smiled at me, a glint on his glasses, hiding the answer in his eyes. But I knew it was probably over 9000.

Reader's POV

Yuuri sat on the front of a large mahogany desk with his legs apart, slouching with his hand clasped loosely together. A goofey smile on his face, accompanied with happy, curious eyes. The double black king was waiting for his turn.

"Yuuri?" I asked.

"Yes?" he answered.

"What happened that night Yozak brought back a drunk Wolfram? He said what happened, made you more bashful to Wolfram the next day."

Yuuri leaned back, trying to remember the memory. Once he recalled, he looked away quickly, finding something interesting on the floor to the left of him. "Um... we just kissed and stuff," he finally answered.

"Define stuff," I was eager to know.

Flashback from Yuuri's POV (specifically past Yuuri)

It was two o'clock in the morning, where the hell was Wolfram? I was waiting for him. It was his turn to read Greta a bedtime story, but he should have been back by eleven!

I figured that he was probably finishing up some paperwork in his office; it's rare that it happens, but it does. Even so, he's normally back by midnight.

I yawned waiting for my roommate, I wanted to ask him something that happened in Gunter's lesson today. Apparently, I don't need to foster an heir by blood, I could choose my successor since Shinou isn't around to pick the next demon king. I wanted to know Wolf's thoughts on the topic. Who should I pick? I know I don't have to decide now, but I should at least started thinking about it.

Three loud knocks on the door. Weird, Wolfram never knocked. I rush out of bed, thinking that it has to be an emergency, since it was two in the morning.

Opening the door, an orange hair spy was carrying my teary faced, sleeping fiancé. "Sorry to bother you, kiddo. But I thought you would like your fiancé back. He's been drinking, something about Greta not letting him kiss her goodnight..."

"Oh," I said. Wolfram was having a hard time with Greta growing up. I'm having a hard time too, she ages so much faster than us; three times faster than me, and five times faster than Wolfram. Since there wasn't anything I could do to keep our Greta forever young, I chose to accept the changes and go with the flow of time. Wolfram, and the other hand, took to the bottle, denying reality, drowning himself in fantasy. "Come on," I opened the door to let Yozak carry Wolf onto the bed and place him on his side. "Thanks Yozak."

"No problem, Your Majesty," he yawned and started to walked back to the door. "Now that my job is done for the night, I'm going to bed. Goodnight Your Majesty," he called over shoulder.

Wolfram was still in this uniform, it didn't look comfortable, so I decided to change him into his usual pink nightgown.

Walking to the closet to grab that nightgown, I heard Wolfram hiccuped behind me. "Where am I?" he asked, his words slurring but still comprehendible.

"Our bedroom Wolfram," I answered with the dress in hand walking back to him.

"Yuuri?" He looked up from the bed.

"Yes, Wolfram? Change into this," I handed him his nightwear. He just looked at it confused. I sighed. "Take off your uniform and put this on," I said.

Wolfram snorted at my tone, I was a little annoyed, I was worried about him and he was just drunk. Slowly, he brought his fingers up to unbutton his jacket, but his fingers just weren't that coordinated at the moment.

I sighed and moved closer to help him. Moving his hands out of the way, "I'll help," I said in a gentler tone. Wolfram wouldn't drink himself this deep into a stupor if there wasn't a good reason and I had a feeling it was about our daughter growing up too fast for him. Gradually, all the buttons on his jacket were undone and I moved it over his shoulder carefully. I started on his shirt when he's hands found their way into my hair. He was playing with my hair, moving it all over the place, in every direction, include the direction of my eyes. "Wolfram," I said wanting him to stop.

"Yuuri," he said smiling. "Your hair is so funny, it goes back into place no matter which way I pull it." I smiled at my drunken roommate. Giving into his childishness, I shook my head quickly, my black strands escaped Wolfram's fingers and tickled his face, he laughed uncontrollably.

It was a beautiful sight to see Wolfram laugh unrestrained, his eyes sparkled with happiness like fireworks, captivating and brilliant. He would literally smile from ear to ear, revealing pearly white teeth behind his rose pink lips. And then all of a sudden, his smile vanished. He looked down and away, like he was ashamed of himself. "Wolfram?" I asked. This was typical of Wolfram, he was what you would call a bipolar drunk. One minute he is laughing and smiling uncontrollably, and the next he is crying his eyes out. Liquid diamonds gushed out of his eyes in single streams, he brought his hands up to cover his eyes.

"She doesn't love me," he whispered. "She doesn't love me!" He yelled unable to control his emotions.

"No no, Wolfram, I'm sure she loves you," I said reassuringly. God, I hated seeing him cry. Wolfram usually never cries.

"No!" He thrashed away from me. "you don't know what happened, you weren't there." The blonde prince latched onto my pajamas, looking up at me with pleading eyes. "she... She wouldn't let me... let me kiss her on the forehead... she said that... that big girls don't need good night kisses anymore." And then the tears fell from his face uncontrollably.

"Wolfram," that's when I pulled his arms from his face and pulled him into a hug.

"Stop it! Stop it" he yelled into my ear, pushing me away. "Don't touch me. You don't love me either!"

"Wolfram," I pleaded. And there was another switch, he went from happy to sad to angry. "I love you."

"No you don't wimp," he said still trying to get out of my grasp. "You won't kiss me!" I kissed him on the forehead. "Not like that!" I kissed him on one of his tear stained cheeks, he wasn't going to remember this anyway. I just want him to calm down so we can go to sleep. "Not there wimp! On the lips!" Wolfram pouted. We were back to happy.

"Wolfram," I tried. "I can't." Even if he would remember tomorrow, I will.

"See, I told you," Wolfram eyes started to shine again. "You don't love me."

"I love you, just not in an intimate way. Where I come from, boys just don't go kissing other boys," I patiently explain knowing full well that he wasn't really paying attention to what I was saying.

"So how do know if you don't love, if you never tried to kiss me!"

"Wolfram, let's get you changed first and then we can talk about this some more," I suggested and for once, Wolfram complied. He was more compliant when drunk. Quickly, I finished the rest of the buttons on his white shirt. I asked him if he could stand and he nodded. He was lying.

As soon as I pulled him into the standing position, he wobbled side to side. I pulled his arms to my shoulders, signaling that I wanted him to hold on me while I tried to take off his pants. I have just unbuttoned it when Wolfram started leaning backwards, pulling me down with him. We landed on the bed, and in a split second, Wolfram rolled us so that he was on top of me. But he didn't stop there, the blonde prince grabbed my arms and pinned them to either sides of my head, looking down at me with an emotion I couldn't identify.

I struggled a little, trying to wiggle my way out of his grasp, but Wolfram was surprisingly strong even when intoxicated. "Ha ha, very funny, Wolfram. Let me up so I can finish changing you," I said slightly blushing at our position. He was straddling me and I was pinned to the bed, at his drunken mercy.

"I love you Yuuri," he whispered. A slow panic started to build in the pit of my stomach, there's no way Wolfram would... with that emotion that I just couldn't name, it was close to desire but more raw somehow, Wolfram leaned down to me, stopping just inches from my face. I turned away, the look in his eyes were scaring me now. Not being discouraged by my reluctance, Wolfram blew a cool breath in my ear.

I shivered irrepressible; the drunk chuckled and whispered into my ear, "Wimp."

I snapped my head back, barely missing his lips. "Wolfram," I glared at him. "This isn't funny, let me go," I demanded.

"No," he said tightening his hold on my wrists. "I won't let you leave me either." My eyes widen at his revelation. This was about Greta and me, kind of. He was afraid that we were going to leave him someday and it was breaking him. A second later, Wolfram's lips crushed down into mine and my mind went blank.

Returning back to reality, and understanding the situation that was happening, I gasped. Wolfram took the opportunity to stick his tongue inside my mouth. It was weird having someone else's tongue in my mouth, it wasn't disgusting, but I couldn't decide if it really was pleasant.

I tried pushing his tongue out with mine, but I think Wolfram took that as my approval to continue. He moaned as I struggled against him. How can he be this strong while drunk? I knew that the blonde was a soldier, so he trained everyday, but still...

I needed air, so I turned my head to the side, trying to get Wolfram to release my lips. Eventually he broke the kiss and I was panting, but Wolfram continued to leave trails of kisses on my neck. "Wolfram..." I panted. "St-stop... you have to... please," I begged while trying to regain my breath.

But he didn't stop, the trail of kisses continue downward. Down to my throat and chest, I was wearing my pjs, but that didn't stop him, Wolfram just kissed me over the shirt. Eventually, he found on of my nipples and started to suck on it. The cotton shirt became damp in the area around my nipple as Wolfram took in into his warm mouth. "Ahhh," I moaned in surprise. "Wolf-f-f-fram... please, ahh...stop."

I struggled again against my best friend, jostled my body in every direction trying to get free of his grasp. But then I felt it, something that I wasn't expecting, something hard sticking my inner thigh. Panic rush through my veins, 'this can't be happening, this can't be happening' I shouted in my mind. 'Wolfram would never do this to me.'

Wolfram started to buck his prostate against mine. "Ah-hh," I moaned trying to getting out of Wolfram's death lock.

"Yuuri," Wolfram whispered to me. "You're as hard as a rock." I was surprised. He was right, in the mist of everything I hadn't even realized. This heat from down below was unbearable, it was spreading throughout my body, to my mind. Everything became hazy and hot. I didn't want to think about what was happening, but it felt good, so I didn't want to stop. My body moved instinctually, bucking against Wolfram, creating more heat. Soon Wolfram stopped his assault, he stopped kissing me, he stopped moving against me, his grip loosened slightly, but I didn't notice. I just kept the pace we had going, I knew there would be something at the end of this heat, I was a little afraid of what it was, but I wanted it nonetheless. "Yuuri," he said getting my attention, my mind still cloudy with heat and want. "I knew you loved me."

There was tears in his eyes, I didn't understand. Why is he crying at a time like this? He must have realized the confused looked on my face and explain, "I stopped moving, but you didn't."

I was shocked, so shocked that I stopped moving all together. I think my heart stopped beating too.

Suddenly Wolfram lounge off of me and towards the side of the bed where he vomited onto the floor. Slowly, he lay himself down on the bed and closed his eyes, too tired to finish changing into his nightgown or to clean up the vomit on the floor or deal with the erections he caused.

I sighed when I heard his snoring, the heat wasn't dying down. I can't believe what just happened. I didn't want to think what would have happened if Wolfram didn't stop, so I finished changing him into his nightgown and pulled the covers over him. Afterwards, I grab some bath essentials, I decided to take care of some business in the bathroom. On my way to the royal baths, I asked a guard to clean up the vomit in my room.

Of course, Wolfram didn't remember what happened the next day.


Lutz's POV

We were still sitting in the Archives, it was afternoon now. I thought being bodyguard to the Sage would be thrilling and interesting; controlling the kingdom from the shadows. I always wondered how he did it. But this was ridiculous. We, well he, was just looking over every soldier's records. And I meant everyone, from high ranking generals to new coming privates.

"Your Excellency," I asked, I was bored. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for someone," he answered not looking up from the record, he was currently looking at one of Lord Weller's men.

"Who? I may be able to help you," I offered.

"I don't know who they are," he looked at me with a smile.

"They? So more than one?"

"God, I hope not."

This was infuriatingly boring. "I could help you better if you tell me what's going on." Then it dawned on me, "Are you looking for traitors against His Majesty."

"Hmmm? By definition, you could call them that."

"How many are you thinking there are?" This was getting exciting.

"I don't know, I hope there is only one." The double black reached for another record.

"But how will looking from soldier's records help you find them or he or she?"

"He, I'm pretty sure it's a he. At least, I'm hoping that it's just a he."

"Okay, he, how will you know it's him? Is there something in his records that will give you a clue?"

"Mhmm?" The Sage looked bored. "Most likely not."

"Then why are you looking through all the soldiers' records!" I yelled loosing my patience.

The Sage didn't even look in my direction, "Weren't you listening to the conversation between Yozak and I, to help a king, you must know his soldiers."

"That explains nothing," I said blankly.

"Don't worry about it, this isn't the part I need your help on," the double black smiled. "But if you insist on helping, look through some records for soldiers that look mean and dangerous, nobody too powerful or high ranting though. In fact, it would be helpful if their magic level is low to medium, but combat skills high. I don't mind if they can use magic as long as they fight well."

"Yes, sir." I dived into work, finally something to do.


Greta's POV

"Princess," a brown uniformed guard called out to me, he was a carrying a letter. "This came for you."

I took the letter and the soldier bowed before walking away. It was from Daniel. I quickly ran back to my room to read it.

Dear Greta,

I hope that this letter finds you well. I don't mean to rush you, but have you told your parents about me? The quicker you introduce me, the quicker the country will stabilize. Thank you for agreeing to my selfish request. You are a true princess of Zorashia and the Great Demon Country.

Prince Daniel of Zorashia

P.S. I miss your ghorabiye, can you please make some more for me?


Author's note: A ghorabiya is an Iranian cookie, basically a pistachio cookie. I'm not playing favorites with countries, I googled types of cookies, picked the first one that was difficult to say but looked delicious, plus it had pistachio and I love pistachio. Now, I'm going to youtube how to make it.

Back to the story, who the fuck is Daniel? And Yuuri, just admit that you like it. Did anyone get the Dragon Ball Z reference? Disclaimer (3): I don't own anything Dragon Ball Z.

Next chapter POV: I have only thought of Murata and Lutz asking Yuuri questions about Wolfram and this relationship, so if you want Murata or Lutz to ask something specifically, now's the time. Who else do you want to hear from and what, since I haven't thought of anything.

To people who have read 'I want it in Writing,' I will be updating as soon as I'm healthy enough. If you haven't read it, go read it after this. Yes, this is me shamelessly promoting my other fiction.

Again, I'm sorry if this chapter is no good, I've been drugged. But my doctor was hot so it's okay.