Sorry about just randomly posting and taking forever to up-date. So here you go hope you like it.

I don't own Kyou Kara Maou

"So tell me Hekia, is your consort as good in bed as he is on the battle field?"

Those vile, perverted, and evil words continued to plague Light Yuri as he walked sulking behind Wolfram and his darker half. He couldn't even begin to fathom how anyone could be so blunt so…forward. How was he supposed to know what Wolfram was like in bed? It's not like he's thought about it. It's not like he wanted to think about it…did he? He found himself growling under his breath, "It just wasn't right" he mumbled "Lord what's- his- face shouldn't insult Wolfram like that".

As Light Yuri remained behind dragging his kingly feet on the stone floor of the hallway, Wolfram's thoughts were ping-ponging around his head like a comet. "What was that about" was the most popular question his mind pondered at the time. One second he and the darker wimp were sharing a "moment" and the next thing he knew Light Yuri was spouting unintelligible nonsense to their rather odd guest and had turned the colored of ripe tomatoes. Though to be honest Wolfram couldn't have told you if it was from embarrassment or surprisingly enough anger.

Thankfully before anything drastic had occurred Gunter shuffled onto the scene and rescued them all from a potential disaster, and now here they were following said adviser to the royal seamstress.

While Wolfram continued to brood over the situation at hand Dark Yuri was generally uninterested. It came to no surprise to him that his other half would be so easily flustered over whatever the arrogant lord chose to say to him. It was pretty obvious to the mischievous boy that the lord had less then innocent ideas regarding his fiancé, but so long as Wolfram remained by his side the pervert could throw himself off a cliff for all he cared.

At that thought Dark Yuri casted a soft look over at Wolfram, who seemed as far as he could tell to be in a world of his own at the time.

Dark Yuri really truly enjoyed the time he spent with Wolfram; he enjoyed it a lot more than normal Yuri would ever admit to himself. He wanted to spend more time alone with the other boy but the entire world seemed to be against him is that respect. Then again Dark Yuri wanted to do a lot of things with Wolfram that, had Light Yuri known about, would t have caused him to have a small seizure.

You see Dark Yuri didn't have all those silly little social restrictions that caused Light Yuri to freak out at the thought of questioning his sexuality. He really didn't care if anyone thought he was gay all he knew was that he wanted Wolfram. He wanted to hold him, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted to make love to him hard and in many different positions, and most importantly he wanted to love him freely without all those pesky restrictions that held him back before. Dark Yuri was sick of living his life stuffed down into the darkest part of their mind only to get the chance to reach out and take control rarely at best. It was his chance to give himself the romance he longed for and he would do whatever he had to, to get Wolfram into his bed and by his side permanently.

Gunter looked behind himself in confusion at the oddly quiet trio shuffling forward. It wasn't like either of them to be this silent and honestly it was unnerving Gunter who was used to Wolfram's impassioned complaints and Yuri's pleasant chatter. It seems that in his absence something had happened to cause a riff between the three young men.

Finally on that note the trio reached their destination. Walking up to the door of the, Gunter tapped sharply at the wood waiting patiently for conformation to enter.

"At least this should break whatever silence has taken hold of them" Gunter mussed stepping back to face his curious wares. "I have business to attend to with Gwendal, so I'll be leaving you all for your fitting, also be aware the seamstress has a new assistant so don't be surprised if you see a new face" he declared oddly lacking his usual dramatics.

Wolfram scowled at this statement "We don't need you to babysit us Gunter" he pouted crossing his arms.

"Aw music to my ears" Gunter thought happy the oppressive silence had been slain, but before Gunter could reply the door was thrown open and a young woman energetically stepped out into the hallway.

"Ah you must be here for you fitting" she guessed quickly shepherding the men into the chamber at the blink of an eye and closing the door after biding Gunter a chipper goodbye. Said adviser blinked as he stared at the knots in the wood not quite sure what had just happened. Shaking his head he turned food and made his way down the hallway ready to face Gwendal.

Conrad sighed as he poured tea into the rather fetching blue teacup his mother favored. There he sat amongst the flowers of the garden next to his ever eccentric mother as she expertly clued him in on whatever gossip his heart desired. Not that he really desired any gossip mind you, but he humored her mainly because he enjoyed those quiet moments with his mother.

"I heard the most interesting little rumor from the maids" Cheri began.

"One lump or two mother" Conrad replied gesturing to the sugar cubes.

"Oh one lump dear, you know your mother needs to watch her figure" she said patting her stomach modestly this across was a complete lie considering the former Maou had always been on the skinny side. Conrad added the sugar cube to the tea and stirred handing the cup over to his mother. She thanked him and continued with her gossip.

"Well you won't believe what the maids told me, turns out it's about the little lord that we have visiting us this week." Conrad's interest did peak at that and he listened with alert ears as he brought his own cup of tea up to his lips.

"Rumor has it he was spying on our little Wolfie while he was in the bath" she announced.

At this statement Conrad proceeded to choke on his tea and begin a rather violent coughing spell. "What" he gasped staring at his mother flabbergasted. "He was doing WHAT"

"I know its scandalous isn't" she replied nodding her head in understanding "Hekia better be careful because he seems to have competition"

Conrad was still reeling from the news of a pervert peeping on his little brother; he grasped his teacup tightly in outrage. He might not seem like the type but he really was rather protective of Wolfram, and that protectiveness wasn't short of running off any overly friendly men who tried anything funny with his little brother. As soon as he and Gwendal had figured out what a heart-breaker Wolfram would grow up to be they went on the offensive and fended off any suitor who tried to worm their way into the beautiful boy's heart and as an extension his bed. For a long while there the brothers' track record was rather spotless that was of course until Hekia arrived and swept Wolf off his lovely little feet. There wasn't much they could do about that though, given that Yuri was the king.

"Mother…" he said sitting his teacup down and standing "I unfortunately need to take my leave for the time being I have something I need to talk about with older brother". Cheri pouted at this but she didn't seem to be too annoyed at having her Conrad time cut short and stood up to give her son a loving hug.

"Aww leaving your mother so soon" she sighed sitting once again "well can't be helped".

"I'm sorry mother" he said feeling honestly bad for abandoning his time with her, but this was serious his little brother's innocence was on the line! Bowing respectfully he quickly strode out of sight.

Cheri smiled as she continued to sip her tea, suddenly four heads popped out from behind a bush situated strategically next to the table Conrad had just been sitting at with Cheri. The four maids giggled as they shuffled from behind the bush to stand in front of their former queen.

"So do you think he'll tell Gwendal?" Doria asked shaking eagerly.

"Of course he will" Cheri replied coolly taking putting her tea down so she could munch on a cookie.

If there was one thing Cheri knew how to do it was manipulate her rather guidable sons into protecting her bets with the maids. Can't have some pesky little rat come in and ruin all that work put in to assure her little Wolfie got what he wanted. Then again no one could say Cheri wasn't a loving mother.

"This woman is completely insane" Wolfram thought as he stood hesitantly on top of a stool in the middle of the seamstress's work shop.

Now don't get him wrong Wolfram was actually fond of the old woman who would make the clothes for all the royal members of the household even if she had a tendency to poke him with needles. He knew, however, that she did it because her eyesight was going not because she was mean. She might be going senile though if she thought this nut ball should be her assistant.

The girl was pretty in her own chaotic way and had a thick main of tangled brown hair and a pair of cat eyes hidden behind wire rimmed glasses. For a seamstress in training she was dressed rather well…manly, with a loose billowy shirt and a pair of green riding pants tucked into a pair of brown boots.

As soon as she had spirited them into the chamber she pushed the two kings into the chairs in the corner and plopped Wolfram on top of the stool. She then began to circle the unsuspecting prince not unlike a big cat sizing up a gazelle.

"Oh you would look just ravishing in red" she gushed clapping her hands in glee as she quickly abandoned her circling to gather a bundle of fabric dyed a rather romantic vermilion.

Wolfram stood gasping from his perch. He was rarely ever flustered enough to lose his tongue when it came to putting people in their place but this woman was a virtual tornado! She seemed to zoom around the room faster than the speed of light gathering this and that and before Wolfram knew what was happening he was being handed a bundle of red cloth and being ushered to the changing area.

"We already had the basics of all your outfits planed out so all we need to do is alter them" she declared " Unfortunately Malinda couldn't here today, broke your hip after taking a spill" she shook her head in a way that seemed to say What a damn shame ,then swooped over to the two kings.

"For you two we decided on sticking with the traditional color of black but we wanted it to look less plain so it's all detailed in gold" she gushed.

Dark Yuri's eye began to twitch as he tried following the spastic momentum of the girls babbling. Light Yuri wasn't doing much better and every time he opened his mouth to retort he was cut short by the girl walking off or starting another random tangent. Just as he was about to attempt conversation he was cut short by Wolfram stepping out from behind the changing curtain.

For about a minute there was a stretch of tense silence.

Dark Yuri felt his mouth quirk into a smirk before he completely lost his self-control and succumbed to his own mirth, laughing so hard he was holding his sides. Light Yuri unable to keep his own laughter at bay soon joined in.

Wolfram stood there scowling angrily at the two idiots arms crossed.

While the crazed seamstress was right about Wolfram looking good in red everything else about this outfit was all wrong. Instead of fitting Wolfram in all the right places it looked more like he had been draped in a circus tent, the fabric drowning the poor boy in a sea of red. The shirt was oddly enough sleeveless and hung off of Wolfram's shoulders showing a little too much of his chest, which all together wasn't that bad. His pants, however, were a different story entirely. The pants were harem girl style made of the same material as the shirt but were puffy and ballooned around Wolfram's slim legs awkwardly.

"Y-you ha ha you look like a genie" Light Yuri snickered. Dark Yuri busted out in another fit of chuckles at this and was now rolling on the floor.

Wolfram was not amused and grumbled as he shuffled back over to the stool and stood pouting down on his two fiancés. The seamstress, who had scurried off to fetch some pins, smiled as she looked up upon the now miserable prince glaring down at her "See didn't I tell you that you would look just delicious in that color" she giggled "but I can't say I like the fit!"

Pulling carefully at the soft fabric the young woman pined off the areas that needed to be altered making the outfit press tighter and more smartly against the flaxen haired youth. She worked quickly carefully draping the material elegantly and making sure the shirt wasn't too tight or the pants too loose.

While she was working the laughter that had filled the air before subsided, and was replaced by the clinking of pins and steady breathing. It had been interesting to watching the bulk of fabric become more manageable and though it was still too early to tell, the two Yuris could begin to see a rather beautiful outfit begin to emerge.

After about ten minutes the seamstress was finally finish and helped Wolfram down from the stool "Alrighty then your all finished and you can go ahead and get dressed now, but make sure you don't rattle the pins too much, can't have them falling out"

Finally after Wolfram had exited she turned her attention to the two kings still sitting innocently abet now much more nervously in their seats. "Okay you two" she started now with a rather manic smile on face, "now that your delectable little fiancé is clothed it's your turn" The two men gulped in unison as the seamstress seemed to pull out two identical black outfits out of thin air and handed one to both of them.

An hour later after the strange woman was done fiddling with the last pin on light Yuri, the trio was finally allowed to leave. They all shuffled out the room quickly after biding the seamstress a hasty good-bye. The silence that plagued the small group earlier was now long forgotten, as the three noisily traveled to their courtiers. Needing to clean up before dinner they agreed to share a bath together, and my what an awkward bath it would be.

The steam hit Wolfram like a kiss as the men entered the warm dampness of the bathing chambers. Wolfram shifted his towel in his hands recalling the last time he found himself alone in this room. Blushing he quickly banished those thoughts and began disrobing.

Both of the idiot wimps were already undressed and lounging in the warm depths. Following suite Wolfram walked nude to swirling waters. Stepping into pool he could feel his aching muscles relax as the heat did its magic. He craned his neck against the lip of the tub and sighed.

Dark Yuri felt like a starved man staring at a delicious meal as he watched Wolfram sighing and stretching on the other side of the bath. He felt his throat tighten at the other man and the heat the poured through his body wasn't just from the bath. It seemed like every time he saw the boy in these "compromising" positions the itch to have his way with him increased. It was particularly hard on Dark Yuri given that without his lighter half's social foresight he found it hard not to be distracted by the young prince. If it wasn't his physical presence that did then it was the dirty fantasies he harbored of him. One of his favorites, Of course, was having the blond in the bath while the steam whirled around them.

"And I could make that a reality" Dark Yuri thought viscously, "if he wasn't so damn stubborn". The dark boy looked over to his right side at his drowsy looking counterpart lounging carelessly over the lip of the bath. His back turned to Wolfram and himself. His was head lying on the warm tile.

"I could use this to my advantage." Dark Yuri thought deviously. Smirking he slyly strode over to his blond beauty, Wolfram eyeing him wearily all the way.

"What are you up to?" the prince snipped, as he slowly began to back himself up against the side of the tub.

Dark Yuri smirked and placed his hands eagerly on his fiancés waist.

"Oh you'll see."

To be continued...

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