Sacrifices Made For Love

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou

Note: I don't know if the Mazoku say 'friggin'' but too bad, I 'm using it.

Chapter 5: How To Feel

Yuuri made his way towards the bedroom he and Wolfram would be sharing during their stay at Spitzweg castle. The castle was elegantly furnished, and the king couldn't help noticing the memorabilia from Gwendal's, Conrad's, and Wolfram's childhoods. It felt nice to see a side of his friends that he had missed.

It was then, just as he entered the room two of the maids noticed him and waved flirtingly, "he's cute" he heard one of them whisper. A bright shade of crimson tainted his cheeks, he was still not used to being considered handsome by the Mazoku women.

He smiled kindly at them, shyly nodding, and held up his hand, revealing a thin silver ring around his finger, "sorry, I'm married," he whispered. They smiled, blushed, and scurried off, giggling all the way down the hallway until Yuuri was left alone with his husband.

" Hennachoko! What was that supposed to mean, cheater!" A bloodthirsty voice carried angrily from behind him as a flying vase narrowly missed his head.

Yuuri turned innocently to Wolfram, "what are you talking about?"

"Are you sorry that you're married to me!"

"Wolfram, I only meant that I was sorry to disappoint them but I'm happily married!"

"I wasn't born yesterday, Yuuri, in fact I was born long before you were even conceived! For that matter, I'm old enough to be-," he stopped, realizing the way the rest of that comment sounded. "Nevermind."

Yuuri sighed, it was difficult, being constantly bombarded by Wolfram's sharp comments, but he loved the man, that was for sure, he just didn't know why. Love is inexplicable, you'll never know where it's going to hit. He smiled, "Cheri said you wanted me…."

"Of course, you're my husband."

"Well I'm here….,"

Wolfram suddenly blushed, remembering why he had called Yuuri in the first place, "actually, it doesn't matter; you probably wouldn't like the idea…" He quickly turned and continued unpacking.

"You shouldn't be doing that in your condition, Wolf." Yuuri watched him with concern.

"I'm just fine, Yuuri. I'd think you'd have more faith in me."

"But Wolfram-,"

"If I can fight those ungrateful humans and help run a country, I can unpack my own clothes."

The king shook his head, bending down to take a jacket from his husband's determined grasp. Wolfram eyed him, uncertain how to react to this. He had never liked being babied, even when he was small. But Yuuri just smiled like he always did, never allowing anyone to see his true feelings. It drove the queen crazy how Yuuri would go to any lengths to protect someone, but would never let anyone do the same for him.

"Why…"

"I'm just helping, Wolf, like a husband should. You're carrying my child aren't you? I should take care of both of you."

That sentence broke Wolfram. You're carrying my child aren't you? Was he? He honestly didn't know anymore. He had always considered it Yuuri's, but seeing as fate rarely favored him, he didn't want to know. "Fine," he muttered, recognizing defeat and allowing his husband to take over, "I'm going to go take a bath." And soon enough he was out the door headed towards the luxurious castle baths.

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Wolfram let out a content sigh as he lay back in the steaming water. It felt nice and soothing watching the steam swirl around mixing with the orchid incense. Yes, it was the same orchid incense responsible for the engagement incident several years ago. He allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips as he remembered the look on Yuuri's face when he had realized what he'd done.

"Yuuri…," he murmured.

"Yes?"

Wolfram jumped, having not expected an answer. He spun around amazed only to see his husband stepping slowly into the bath beside him.

"Yuuri?"

The boy smiled at Wolfram's surprise, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. This is what you wanted isn't it?"

"I was not scared! And…, how did you know?"

"We've been married for three years, Wolf, I can tell when you have something to say, you almost always do."

Wolfram blushed at the sentimentality in that comment. But to save face he just pouted, "I'm not weak like you, hennachoko."

"Of course," Yuuri murmured, playing along. There was an interesting quirk in his voice. The queen did his best to veil his suspicion, but his husband's movements suggested that something was amiss. "Wolfram let me wash your back."

Now he knew that Yuuri was definitely up to something, yet he uncomplainingly revealed his pale back. The king smiled at Wolfram's sudden obedience and grabbed one of the soft washcloths from the side of the bath and soaked it in warm water. Slowly and softly he began to scrub Wolfram's white shoulder blades, enjoying the little sighs and whimpers emitted from his husband. Gradually he added pressure.

"Yuuri…," Wolfram moaned softly as the man's hands came up to his neck. A tingle ran through his nerves, making him shiver in the hot steam. Tenderly Yuuri began to nip at his earlobe, licking and biting the small crescent of Wolfram's ear.

"The water feels nice, neh Wolfram?" The king teased.

"Don't talk to me about the damn water, Yuuri." His voice was now strained and breathy. Yuuri's lips moved down along his throat to where it met his shoulder as his hands moved to Wolfram's abdomen, traveling lower, lower, lower…..

Wolfram's hand stopped his just as his fingers brushed the soft tresses of hair above his cock. "Yuuri, we're in the friggin' bath," he whispered, "someone could see."

The king ignored this comment and bit his neck, freeing his hand in the process. "I want them to see, Wolf. You're my queen." Wolfram gave in, melting back against Yuuri as the man's hand plunged beneath the water to explore the more intimate areas of his husband's body.

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That night they lay panting in unison underneath their silky blankets. Wolfram's head tucked innocently beneath Yuuri's chin, he replayed their love-making in a blurry of steam, candles, and twisted sheets. It was these moments that reminded him he was still extremely young and passionate. Sometimes while caught up in the chaos of work he could lose all his sense of youth.

"Gods," Yuuri whispered contentedly, "I love you so much, Wolf." He gently stroked his husband's upper arm with one hand while the other gently clutched a fistful of Wolfram's hair. Watching him drift in and out of sleep he laughed softly, kissing the queen's cheek and smiling exhausted, "I can't wait to have this baby."

Those were the last words Wolfram heard as he fell into a peaceful dream.