"ABSOLUTELY NOT."
"Wooolf," Yuuri moaned, hurrying along behind his irritated fiancé "There's no one else here who qualifies. Gwendel is at Castle Walde until late next week, Conrad isn't a full Mazoku... and I'm a king, not a prince..."
"I am not kissing Günter. I don't care what he 'accidentally' got stuck on his head."
"It's not even really a kiss! Come on, pleeeease? I'll make him destroy the crown this time, I really will."
"Yuuri, this is the fifth time! Seriously, how many times does it take!"
Yuuri frowned. "Well, honestly, I think he was rather expecting Gwendel to be around... now that I think about it, it's been him every time..." He paused and touched his hand to his chin thoughtfully.
Wolfram turned around and placed his hands squarely on his hips. "Hmph. He deserves what he gets, if you ask me. Let him suffer for a couple of weeks. He's too touchy-feely with you anyway."
"Wolf..." Yuuri clasped his hands together and gave his fiancé his best puppy-dog look. Wolfram turned his head stubbornly, but it only took one sideways glance before he slumped in defeat. "...Fine," he muttered. "But you owe me big time."
"Anything you want," Yuuri chirped, then grabbed Wolfram's hand and dragged him towards Günter's study.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT."
Yuuri sighed from his position outside the door. He didn't want to cross the threshold and cause Günter any pain. He cupped his hands around his mouth and spoke loudly. "Come on, do you want to be stuck in that thing until Gwendel gets back?"
"Your Majesty! I am not letting Wolfram kiss me. That selfish, arrogant, childish..."
"...Beautiful..." Yuuri reminded him helpfully.
"Beautiful... no! That's not the point here!"
"Come on. It'll only take a minute. Aren't you getting used to this by now? And you had better destroy that thing afterwards. I mean it this time." He gave the older man his best Maou look before turning to drag Wolfram into the room. He nudged the boy over the threshold with a gentle push. "Go on, then."
Wolfram growled and advanced towards Günter slowly. He closed his eyes, a fine line of irritation appearing on his forehead. He bent down, took a deep breath, and touched his lips lightly to the jewel on the accursed crown. There was an all-too-familiar flash of light, and Günter lifted it off of his head slowly. He held it sheepishly out to Wolfram, who snatched it out of his grasp and whirled on his heels.
"Good work, Wolfram! I told you that - wait - what are you doing?"
Wolfram marched right over to Yuuri with a steely expression on his face. He grabbed a fistful of black uniform with one hand and slammed the Shin Makoku equivalent of mistletoe onto his fiancé's head with the other. The young king cried out sharply but was instantly silenced by a deep and aggressive kiss from Wolfram. Günter wailed and moaned incoherently while Yuuri murmured sounds of protest against the fairer boy's lips. Wolfram being Wolfram, he held on stubbornly for as long as possible before breaking away, panting, for air. The crown lifted easily off of Yuuri's head, and he turned and tossed it to Günter.
"Melt the damn thing down," he said breathlessly, his cheeks still somewhat flushed and not a small amount of satisfaction shining in his eyes. He turned back to Yuuri. "Well, see you around, Yuuri."
Yuuri blinked numbly as Wolfram pushed past him. "W-Wait!" he finally said, finding his voice. "W-What was that all about!" He made to follow the fairer boy insistently.
Wolfram chuckled and looked over his shoulder. "I said you owed me one. What did you think I was talking about?"
Yuuri's eyes narrowed in irritation. "Do I look like I need a kiss from a prince?" he demanded.
"Honestly?" The other boy smirked suggestively. "Always."
Yuuri could only stand and blush furiously as he watched his fiancé walk away, chuckling softly, down the hall.
