[ Disclaimer ] I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou !

A/N::: Recap of what I said last chapter. I've had some requests to stop putting Japanese words/phrases into my English written stories. Sorry but I like the Japanese words. And many other anime fans do to. Its good practice for when we watch subbed anime. Its called; Learning.

I don't mean to be rude.


"I insist you have Blood subdued. He is not safe." Conrad, again, asked Yuuri for the tenth time that night and this time it was at dinner. Yuuri had answered the first time with a no. He hadn't responded since then, the mans worry was getting annoying.

"His Majesty will be fine." Cheri assured her son, who by the way was still resisting the fact he's pregnant.

Brown eyes narrowed as he took a bite of beef from his plate. Gwendal made no effort to agree or oppose Conrad's worry and once Gunter heard of it from Conrad he was immediately on his side.

"I like Blood. He's so nice." Greta chimed in in hopes of helping her father a bit. Conrad shook his head and tried to reason that a person who acts one way could truly be something else. Yuuri still made no comment on the matter and focused on his food.

Blood? No answer, of course. No surprise there. Yuuri had kept calling to him all afternoon but the other hadn't responded, it was like he had vanished completely. Just be alive. That's all I ask.

"Wolfram, what do you think? Don't you agree Blood is dangerous?" Conrad turned to his younger brother who had been sitting without a word at the table. Everyone was finished eating which was why Greta now sat on his lap with a book. She was flipping through the pages to find where the two had left off.

"I've seen no proof of Blood being a danger to anyone, have you?" Wolfram didn't take his eyes from the book Greta held. Yuuri leaned back in his chair, wrapping his arms over his stomach. He felt tired but not to the point where he had to sleep.

"I haven't seen, I've heard Blood tell he'll kill His Majesty." Conrad answered, everyone looked at him then except for Yuuri. He didn't care. Blood wouldn't hurt him.

Gunter fell from his seat to the floor, sobbing like the dramatic uke he was. Gwendal rolled his eyes and muttered something that had a kick to Gunter's side following. It wasn't hard but Gunter quieted himself.

"Perhaps, Your Majesty, we should look into a binding spell." Cheri suggested, looking to Wolfram to help encourage Yuuri to agree.

"Nah. I'll be fine."

"Yuuri…" Greta whispered, she stopped her search of the book, her large brown eyes fixed onto the double black king.

Smiling, he shook his head. That's when everyone began to talk at once, aside from Greta and Wolfram, trying to convince him it was needed and not to trust Blood. Yuuri turned his head to the side, a blank expression on his face. Wolfram offered him a smile but didn't do anything to stop the others from talking.

"He won't hurt me."

"Datte - "

"He likes messing with people. I'll be fine."


"Don't you have some place else to be?" Murata questioned, the blue eyed blonde king standing over him as he worked on homework from Earth. Shinou had been hanging around him for a week and it was getting old.

"Not really. What are you doing?" Murata didn't answer. It would only encourage the man to continue to speak. Not that Murata would ever admit it, but having the man around was nice…even if he acted like an ass from time to time.

"Continuing to ignore me My Sage?" He smirked. Murata could feel it rather than see it. Murata continued to write his paper, every once in a while looking from the sheet of paper to the giant book to his left.

"I am not your Sage. I'm a Sage." That apparently used to serve you… Murata's hand paused in its action to hover over the white sheet while his deep brown eyes became unfocused. Why don't I remember? Yuuri had told him about it a bit and Murata had asked Shinou about it.

In the time they had talked Murata hadn't sensed any untruth from the older man. Murata wasn't happy about not knowing his first life but he was sure it'd come back to him…wouldn't it? Had he wanted to forget?

Why? Shinou didn't seem so bad…aside from being annoying and always acting like an ass and his perverted advances every so often in the night…

Murata felt the quill in his hand begin to bend from the pressure of his fisted hand. Damn Shinou. He barely knew him and he was already able to list his bad qualities. Maybe…forgetting him…was for the best.


Floating on the surface of the heated pool within the royal bath with one hand resting on his stomach. It was nothing more than a small bump slightly larger than it had been a few months before.

Yuuri was otherwise silent. The steam raising from the large pool of hot water surrounded him, tinting his black eyes into a dark purple color.

He felt his child press his feet and hands to the walls of his stomach. It didn't hurt but Yuuri pressed back gently, allowing his child to know he was paying him mind. Yuuri knew he was stressed. For what, he didn't know.

Yuuri assumed it was all the work he had to get done or the fact Wolfram was gone a long time or the fact he was a teen-aged boy who was pregnant and unmarried (right now at least) and due to give birth in less than a few more months.

Which Wolfram may be gone when that time arrives. Yuuri tilted his head back into the water, hating that one thought. He left his eyes under the water, his eyes closed. He could just drift to sleep. The heat was soothing and no one bothered him when he was here.

"Drowning yourself?"

Yuuri lifted his head slowly, as if in slow motion, to the surface once more and turned his head to stare at the blonde prince sitting on the edge of the pool.

"Just my thoughts." Yuuri watched emerald eyes stare at him. The double black expected the blonde to join him in the bath but the prince only sat on the edge, leaning back on his hands while kicking his legs gently back and forth in the hot water.

"Gisela said my pregnancy is coming to a close soon…" Yuuri decided to inform since the blonde wasn't saying anything. Yuuri felt as if they were distant and becoming more so each day.

"Don't get depressed on me Yuuri. What's on your mind?" Wolfram spoke softly, emerald eyes smiling at the floating boy in the water.

Yuuri jerked from his thoughts and blushed; they weren't becoming distant. Wolfram was able to know when Yuuri felt bad or was in pain, if anything, they were getting closer and closer.

Shifting to stand, Yuuri's body lowered into the water, though keeping his nose and eyes above the water so the blonde wouldn't see his blush or his pout. After a moment of watching his husband-to-be act like the shy person he was, Wolfram pushed himself into the steaming pool and moved toward his lover. Yuuri made no move to back away, he only watched.

"You've got about," Wolfram tilted his head for a moment before continuing. "Less than two months left until you give birth, correct?" Yuuri's eyes narrowed. He was right. Bubbles popping to the surface was the blondes only answer.

Wolfram mimicked Yuuri but kept his head above water fully so he could speak. The two were now less than an arms length away from each other. "What?"

The double black lifted his head from the water. "I don't know."

"You're upset." It wasn't a question.

Looking away, Yuuri's mind searched for a change of topic. His vision swirled until he was staring into emerald orbs, Wolfram holding Yuuri in place with a firm hand secured around his chin.

Yuuri thought about resisting but couldn't find the energy. He felt so tired and just wanted to sleep. Micah chose then to kick. "Itai…" Yuuri closed one eye and curled towards Wolfram who wrapped both his arms around the king.

Breathing deeply while Wolfram rubbed his back, Yuuri curled his hands to between his and Wolfram's chest. "He's just like you…" Yuuri whispered. "Violent." that he muttered.

Yelping, Yuuri turned his head to lay his cheek on Wolfram's shoulder. Yuuri's protest swallowed by another, smaller, yelp as the single finger inside him pressed deeper. Wolfram could feel Yuuri's body trembling.

Yuuri tried his best to keep his voice void of want, lust or any other sexual emotion. "And mean. You and Micah are mean." Something he failed miserably at. Yuuri pressed closer to the body before him as a second finger joined the first.

"Wolfram -!" it was nothing more than a mewl and Yuuri mentally slapped himself for making such a sound. Yuuri gasped and buried his face in the crook of Wolfram's neck at the blonde whispering softly to him. All of which forced Yuuri's body to flush more than it already was despite is effort to resist.

Yuuri leaned away from Wolfram as the two fingers split apart repeatedly, Yuuri tightened his hold on Wolfram's shoulders, his black eyes nearly closed. "S-stop…plea-Ah!" Yuuri shook his head, he was beginning to believe that spot was created just to give Seme's power over the Uke's. He didn't want to do this. Not here anyway.

The heat that was once comforting was now overwhelming. "I don't think I will Yuuri," Yuuri could feel rather than seem Wolfram's smirk. "You seem to really be enjoying yourself." The blonde hit that cursed spot again, causing Yuuri to cry out. He quickly pulled one hand over his mouth, glaring daggers at Wolfram. Pulling the double black closer, Yuuri's eyes widened at the movement.

"Don't you d-AH!" Yuuri cried out at the change in size now inside him. Curling his body inwards to Wolfram, Yuuri shook with the sudden penetration. "Wolf -" Yuuri shook his head, trying to get his body to relax.

"Still so shy, my little wimp." Wolfram mused, laughter laced within the statement. Yuuri pulled away, leaning away from his lover to glare at him, the movement caused him to moan but he kept his glare firm.

"Not a wimp - !" Yuuri's retort was cut off as Wolfram chose then to move. Yuuri gasped at the sudden change, refusing to curl into the others arms. "You're…AH - just taking," Yuuri cried out, Wolfram's thrusts becoming deeper and sharper. "advantage…"

Yuuri felt the cool tile touch his back. When had they moved to the pool's wall? With his back against the wall, it gave Wolfram better access to lift Yuuri's hips. Yuuri shook his head and clasped both his hands over his mouth.

His vision was blurring. He was close and he knew Wolfram knew it too. Pulling Yuuri's hands from him, Wolfram tugged on his wrists, forcing the young king to fall forward.

Yuuri blindly accepted the movement, the friction within him dulling his reasoning of not wanting to make love in the bath. Yuuri felt lips cover his own, a tongue push past his lips and evade him ever so more.

"Wolfram..!" Yuuri twisted his wrists, trying to free them from the older boys grasp. Allowing the action, Yuuri wrapped his arms around Wolfram, his eyes closed tightly, his cry echoing though out the large room as he gave into his release only seconds after Wolfram.

Panting, Yuuri couldn't help but fall limp in his lover's arms, his body and mind so completely worn. He could feel Wolfram stroking his hair. "Sleep Yuuri, sleep." Yuuri curled to Wolfram more, the movement shifting the member inside him, but is barely registered in his soporific mind.


A/N::: Sorry for the wait. I've been getting a lot of headaches. Everyday so far. The doctor and my family believe its school because I don't have them on the weekends…I may be pulled from school and work on getting my G.E.D because its causing me to miss A LOT of school.

Anyway.

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