Me again! I was going to upload this on the same page/chapter thing as the last chapter... but then my chapter names wouldn't fit in as they are both long... haha... This is another cheesy moment but idk, I wrote half of it ages ago/like, I don't even really remember haha And it makes me happy, so enjoy! haha

Chapter 15: A Stubborn Prince

In the depths of a retired warship stirs a half-conscious Demon King. The ship sails back from human lands and heads home towards the Demon Kingdom.

The king lies beneath the ship's shelter inside the royal cabin. Three small windows illuminate the room, allowing the warm sun to gently shine on the royal bed. It is a relatively large room with a wooden chest of draws across from the double bed, and two typically matching wooden bedside tables, as well as a wooden desk placed under the middle window.

Yuuri stirred from his slumber, his body feels heavy and sluggish. He could hear sounds of footsteps across the roof above and the muffled voices from outside of the door, but it did not bother him. His eyes slowly opened, allowing the sunlight to bring his world into focus. He lay on his back with his right arm across his stomach and the other out to his side. He narrowed his eyes as he noticed a weight preventing him from moving his left arm. Turning to the side his stomach tightens as he saw a bundle of blonde hair resting on it.

He is frozen as he studies the man beneath the black bed sheets. Wolfram was facing him, curled up and silent; still at sleeps beck and call. It had been a long time since Yuuri had awoken to the young demon sleeping. It was a strange feeling to him now. But he knew he didn't hate it.

He noticed Wolfram was wearing some of his blue pajamas, then noticed he was also wearing a pair, the black pair he often avoided - due to not wanting to spend his whole life devoid of colour. He figures someone must have changed them, considering he recalled standing in the rain - there wasn't any way they would have allowed him to wear the blue pair and Wolfram the black, even though it should have been clear which his favourite pair were. He sighs, was it bad he still wasn't used to passing out and waking up, realising that someone else had stripped him down and dressed him?

Briefly he observed how appealing he found the other in his pajamas, but he quickly pushed the thought away as he realised how weird of a thought that was.

Memories of the previous day (although he was unware of how long he had been unconscious) flashed before his eyes. It was unbelievable and confusing, but he knew he was safe now. He recognised the ship, he could conclude that after that scene his advisors would have taken them here, instead of staying in territory where they might consider an incident like that to be something of their doing.

His cheeks burn red with the memory of passion against his lips, although now he realises that perhaps it had nothing to do with passion, and more to do with whatever it was he thinks he felt pass through his lips. Had Wolfram drugged him? He thought, a little startled, although not all too surprised at how far the demon would go to save him and the kingdom. He still wasn't sure of what had happened, however he was sure that whatever Wolfram did, had saved him and his people from disaster. He felt a headache forming from the many questions appearing in his mind, but a memory of the blonde falling limp within his arms alarmed him. His eyes drew in closer to the demon, watching for the silent breaths exiting the man's lips, and despite logic telling him there was no need to- as he could see the slight rise of Wolfram's chest- he found his free hand reaching out to gently press against his neck.

Warm, and beating; Yuuri felt his breath release and a smile appearing. Perhaps it was all just a dream; hell, it felt like one, he thought.

His fingers lingered, briefly mesmerised by the heat coming from the other's skin. Wolfram used fire maryoku after all; he was always warmer than the average person. As the black eyes took in the sight before them, Yuuri thought - stubborn.

Stubborn is the word he would have to describe Wolfram. There of course, were many words that fitted the young unconscious demon, but stubborn is the one that comes to his mind. He remembers thinking that 'beautiful' would be the word he might have picked, if he didn't know the blonde as he did. But, the more he thought of that word, the more it didn't do the young demon justice. Sure, he was a stunning creature, anyone would have to be blind not to see it, but the real truth was, that his personality was anything but beautiful. Beautiful to Yuuri first meant, a pretty face, a nice, easy going temperament, and a personality that would inspire great peace and tranquillity.

The demon before him was none of those things. He was fiery, passionate, angry, opinionated, snobby, selfish, confusing, infuriating and many other things. It was a personality that could talk you into half-nude paintings, or send you to the doctor for chronic headaches. He also possessed an ability to test anyone's tolerance limit, Yuuri recalls learning many things about himself and his patience just from being around the demon.

However, he smiled, knowing that blooming from that passion, the demon's loyalty, drive and wonder had led, and would lead to many more heroic deeds. Again, the young king found himself in the prince's debt. Wolfram had refused to take no for an answer, he refused to give up on a dream that wasn't even his own, all because of that passion and loyalty he had towards the double black. And because of that, saved him again. To know that even though they were not on the best speaking terms, that, he mightn't know the blonde as well as he had thought, and that he wasn't even sure that Wolfram liked him as a person anymore, that it would still never effect those things. That he would relentlessly risk his life to prove all of that. Those parts of his personality would never change, and for some reason the young king found great relief within that notion.

A smile still comfortably sitting upon his face, the young double black decided to steal this precious moment, and return his head back down against the pillow, not wanting to move from his spot beside the sleeping, stubborn, prince.

His arm under the other curled around and pushed the blonde closer to his chest. He knows he is probably risking his life, however he thought, perhaps he could blame it on the drugs and lack of sleep. Plus, there was something inside of him telling him it was important to keep close for now; he wasn't sure why, but he trusted that instinct.

He turned to his side and wrapped his other arm lightly around Wolfram; not wanting to move too suddenly and wake him. He felt warm and calm. His eyes feeling the heavy weight of sleep calling back out to him as he burrowed his head closer to smell the sweet scent of rose and rain lingering in the gold locks.

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Also I will try and update soon however I am currently up to date with what I am writing. (Well I have a tone more written, but they are chapters all over the place really) Normally I hold onto chapters way in advance because IDK I AM WEIRD haha But I will try my best! Also it depends when my beta-reader for this story has time to proof read... but hopefully I will have something done by next weekend:) x