KING
Intro: -Fountains of Wayne, 'Mexican Wine'- Numero One-oh-Five… (hee) That sound like a song! (snickers)
A/N: Well, after re-reading this, it made me smile, so I hope it makes you smile, too.
Yuri is a king. Wolfram is his fiancée. Being the fiancée of his royal majesty, it was implied that they are to marry one day. In Yuri's world this was unacceptable, but he dismissed his confusion. Instead, he kept his own questions to himself. Wolfram, on the other hand, was focused on other issues and more vocal about his points.
It was rather quiet; the end of the day was near. Beds were made and lights turned off. Yuri was collapsed in his sweat cuddling Wolfram. What seemed like a content smile formed on the blond male's lips but his eyes were glaring.
"Yuri? If you're a king what does that make me?" Wolfram asked in a confused manner.
Lazy black eyes slid open. "What do you mean?" a sleepless voice asked. He rubbed his forehead with a palm. How Wolfram could be wide-awake right now was beyond him.
"I'm a prince," Wolfram stated. Yuri blinked, catching his lover's drift. "I guess that would make me your queen, huh?"
Yuri smirked at that thought. "Will you be my queen, Wolf?"
"I'd rather be a king," Wolfram pouted. He glanced over to Yuri with a blush. "But I could be a queen – your queen…"
Afterthoughts: Predictable? Maybe… I think it came out pretty damn good, though. 'L,' is next, but I'll have you know what the fan-girls really want is, 'M.' (squish) Have fun guessing what it'll be… (squish)