The blond was more stubborn than anyone Yuuri has ever met. He could only get so far with the blond prince only to have the blond push him away. Yuuri secretly loved this cat and mouse game. The black hair boy knew the blond would crack sooner or later only to make his prize sweeter. Wolfram is fighting desperately not to let himself fall heads over heels for Yuuri again. Wolfram's heart has already forgiven his king, especially after what Adelinda told him earlier, but his brain still fought desperately to remain in control He told himself that he will never let Yuuri back into his life, but with Yuuri constantly popping up everywhere, and leaving the blond breathless each time only made things harder. Wolfram tried everything in his power to avoid Yuuri, but each and every time Yuuri would manage to find him. Sometimes Wolfram thought the entire castle was helping the king locate him. No matter where he hides, Yuuri would somehow find him. There was no way Yuuri knew where he was every single moment of the day. He was getting sick of it.

"Heika, can you stop following me?"

"I'm not following you, Wolfram. I happen to be walking this way."

"Heika, go find someone else to amuse you. I don't have the time to deal with your childish behavior. I have work to do."

"I can help."

"It would help if you would stop following me."

"That, I can not do my prince."

Yuuri grabbed a hold of Wolfram's waist and turned him around. Pulling him close to his body, the king could feel Wolfram's heart beat. Yuuri embraced the smaller boy, but was disappointed that his affections was not reciprocated.

"I guess you are still not ready to forgive me yet. I will continue to love you. You can take as long as you need."

"You will be waiting forever. Isn't it enough that we can still be friends?"

"No, it's not enough. I need you Wolfram. I want you to be by my side always. Not as my friend, but as my spouse, as my lover. I know you don't want to hear this but I will always love you. There will never be anyone else. I gave you my heart a long time ago. I don't intend to take it back. You can do whatever you wish with it. I was stupid and foolish to not be true to my feelings. Now that I am, I will never back down again. Until the day I die, I will love you, always and forever. Can you let me show you how much I love you?"

"No Heika, do you know how long it took me to mend my heart? I can't take anymore heartbreak. It will be the end of me. I can't let it happen. I am too scared. I gave you my love but that awful night ruined everything. Don't say it. I know it wasn't your fault, but it doesn't erase the fact that you were with her. I saw your face that night, if we are together, will it be the same face that I see. I don't want to be reminded of that night ever again."

"I can tell you it wouldn't be the same. That night was wrong, all wrong. I remember feeling disgusted with myself for touching her. When it happened, there was only pure animalistic lust. There was no love, no desire, no tenderness, nothing. All of those feelings are reserve only for you. You have monopolized all of me."

"Sorry, Heika, find yourself someone else."

"What do I need to do for you to forgive me? I know you want to forgive, why are you fighting it is so much. Do you still not believe that you are the only one I love?"

"I don't know, Heika. I just don't know."

"Did you hear Lord Walde is practicing against Yuuri Heika?"

"We can't miss this for the world, let's go."

When Wolfram arrived at the training ground a huge group of soldiers were already there. Wolfram tried to maneuver his way to the front but was blocked by the over enthusiastic soldiers. Who could blame them; it's not often the eldest son of the former queen would show off his skills in public.

Yuuri and Gwendal stared each other down. Yuuri was always a little afraid of the man clad in green. Gwendal expression never really changed, but Yuuri could feel something ominous coming from the man. Gwendal was scary as hell. While Yuuri moved from side to side trying to size up his opponent, Gwendal stood completely motionless, only his eyes followed the moving king's form. Yuuri griped his sword with both hands, running full speed toward Gwendal; Yuuri swung his sword at the man's chest. Gwendal easily moved backward to avoid and contact. The wild swing, left Yuuri slightly off balance, Gwendal was able to hook his leg under Yuuri's ankle, and with a quick swipe of his leg, the king landed on his back with a loud thud.

"Get up, Heika, we are not done."

Yuuri got up slightly embarrassed. Grabbing his sword, the king came up with another strategy. Holding his sword straight out, Yuuri lunged at the soldier, before reaching Gwendal, Yuuri side step and turn around swinging his sword horizontally only to be block by Gwendal's sword. Gwendal with one forceful pushed, sent Yuuri backing up a couple of steps.

"Is that all you got, Heika?"

Yuuri was getting irritated with the eldest son's taunting. Yuuri swung his sword wildly, left, right, right, up, down, left; each and every swing block easily by veteran soldier. On the last swing, Gwendal easily dislodged the sword from Yuuri's grip, sending the sword flying to the ground. Gwendal, wasted no time using the hilt of his sword and rammed it into the king's stomach. Yuuri hunched over with pain. Gwendal then tripped the king with his foot landing the boy on his back once again. Gwendal loomed over Yuuri with chilling expression on his face.

"Heika, what are your intentions with Wolfram?"

"Huh?"

"Answer me, Heika."

"I intend to make him mine again. I will make up for all the wrongs I have done to him. I will give him everything that I have to offer. I swear on my life, Wolfram will not be hurt by me again. I would rather die than let that happen. I love him more than anything in this world."

"Very well, Heika."

Gwendal lowered himself to the ground and whispered into Yuuri's ears.

"I did what I could for you both."

Yuuri's eyes widened in surprise. Gwendal rose from the ground and walked off. The crowd dispersed once the man in green left.

"Wolfram, you better check on Heika. Gwendal's blow would have left quite a nasty bruise on him."

"I know Conrad, that stupid W… Heika"

Yuuri tried to get up, but felt a nasty throbbing pain where Gwendal had hit him earlier. Yuuri doubled over in pain. Gwendal did not go easy on the king. Normally striking the king would have some serious ramifications, but no one would fault Gwendal for what he did. The black hair boy looked up seeing the blond standing in front of him. Wolfram reached out his hand to help his king stand up. Yuuri gladly accepted wincing a little at the pain as he stood.

"Can you walk on your own?"

"Not really, can I lean on you for a little bit?"

The blond gave a little nod. Yuuri smirked a little to himself. He could have walked on his own, but he would rather lean on the blond. Yuuri was going to use this opportunity that Gwendal gave him to the fullest. The black hair king made sure to lean as close has he possibly could on the blond without knocking him over. Yuuri was defiantly enjoying this. The pain was worth it.

"Where are we going, Wolfram?"

"The infirmary, where do you think? Gwendal's strike probably left a nasty mark on you. We need to get it treated."

"Gisela, take a look at Heika."

Gisela examined Yuuri's injury.

"My, my, that is some bruise you got there. Nothing is broken. Wolfram you can take over the care for Heika."

"What do you mean; heal him Gisela that is your job."

"That just a minor injury, it's best for Heika to heal on his own. Now I have a mother who is in labor that I need to go attend to. Excuse me."

"Gisela, heal him this instant."

"Lord Bielefield, I said it better for him to heal by himself. Just put some ointment on him and he'll be good as new. Here use this. Bye now."

Wolfram looked at the ointment unsure if he should be the one to apply it only Yuuri's skin. Yuuri saw the trouble look on Wolfram's face and reach over to grab the ointment only to hiss in pain.

"Sit down Heika. Take off your shirt."

Again Yuuri hissed in pain. Wolfram had to help Yuuri out of his shirt. The blonde's faced tinted just a little with the intimate act. Wolfram unscrewed the ointment and gentle rubbed the ointment onto Yuuri's bruise. Yuuri had to stifle a moan when Wolframs fingers touched his skin. Yuuri felt like he was going to explode. It's been a long time.

"Is this helping?"

"A little, I think a little more should do it."

Wolfram continued to massage the ointment onto the bruise. Yuuri's heart was beating out of control. Wolfram can probably feel his skin heating up by his touched. The blond kept his head down to avoid Yuuri noticing the blush on his face. Yuuri couldn't take it anymore. With a slight tugged, Wolfram landed on top of him. Wolfram looked into Yuuri's eyes unable to move. The black hair always seem to have that effect on him. Yuuri craned his neck just enough to captured Wolfram's lips in his. His lips automatically responded to Yuuri's movements. When Wolfram's lips parted for air, Yuuri plunges his moist tongue in the blonde's mouth. Both battle for dominance, using the moist appendages to massage each other, tasting each other, memorizing every shape and texture in their mouths. Wolfram let out a moan. Both boys panted heavily.

Without noticing, Yuuri moved into a sitting position with Wolfram straddling his hips. The black hair boy, tugged onto Wolframs hair, tilting his head backwards letting Yuuri have compete access to the blonde's delicate neck. Yuuri began to lick and nip, earning more forceful moans from the prince. Yuuri could feel Wolfram arousal pressed against his abdomen. The blond began to grid Yuuri's arousal with his own. Yuuri let out a moan of his own. Yuuri's hand moved down the blonde's chest, hastily ripping open his shirt and discarded the shirts on the ground leaving the prince torso unclothe. Yuuri licked and sucked at Wolfram pink nipples until they were hard. Wolfram clung onto Yuuri for dear life. Yuuri continue to tease the blonde's sensitive nipples earning him more lustful moans. The black hair boy maneuvered Wolfram onto his back. Yuuri looked down at the flush face of his love, ready to devour him whole. Wolfram is hot. Lowering himself once again to clam Wolfram's lips, the blonde's hand began to gently stroke the king's arousal. They were more than ready for each other.

"Don't stop Yuuri. Mmmm"

"Yuuri!"

The door slammed open. Adelinda stood the front of the two in tears. Wolfram quickly pushed Yuuri off of him and got dressed. Adelinda flew over to Yuuri and latched onto his waist. The blond was seething mad.

"Yuuri, please, you must save father. Please."