After their bath, Wolfram went to his room to find a change of clothes that wear more casual than his usual military uniform. Upon opening the door, he was instantly hit with a very pungent aroma that belonged to no other than his dear sweet mother, Lady Cecilie. He saw his mother sat at his modest dresser, touching up her make up in the mirror. Seeing her youngest sons reflection, Cecilie immediately stopped applying the thirtieth layer of sheen to her lips and stood giving Wolfram one of her infamous smothering hugs.

Wolfram had learned early in his childhood that if you struggled while his mother was hugging you, then it would take longer for her to let go. So instead he mumbled for her to let go and tried to stay as still as possible.

"Mother, could you please put me down, I can't breathe."

But before Cecilie let go, Wolfram felt something poke his chin from between the great bosom.

Not thinking of what he was doing, Wolfram managed to pull away from his mother enough to grab the small vile that was stored in the cleavage. He looked at the label on the amaranth coloured bottle,

'To my dearest Wolf-chan on his wonderful day. I hope you find use of this gift and cherish it. Your always loving mother, Cecilie xxx'

Wolfram took the glass stopper off the top and sniffed the syrupy substance inside. The distinct smell hit him in an instant, making his head spin slightly as he put the stopper back on.

"Would you please care to explain the meaning of this, mother?" Wolfram couldn't help but blush when his voice cracked towards the end of his question. He hated how much just a quick sniff of the potion had such an influence on him. Cecilie knew that her son and Yuuri had already made their relationship very intimate, but she also knew from the ever gossiping maids that Yuuri had yet let Wolfram take the lead in their private shenanigans.

She had hoped that the potion would let Yuuri relax some more and, to put it politely, let Wolfram have his way with him. Wolframs birthday was just the perfect excuse for her to give Wolfram the vile, and for Wolfram to not talk his way out of accepting it.

Laughing at how red her sons cheeks had gotten, she simply gave him a wink and walked out of the room knowing that Wolfram understood her reasons without having to actually say them aloud.

When Wolfram heard the gentle slam of the hard wooden door, some of his senses came back to him and snapped him out of his brief daydream of himself and Yuuri. For once he felt as though his mother had given him the perfect present.

Later that night, Yuuri was sat at the head of dining table waiting for the rest of the people to gather around for dinner. He was still pondering about how he could make it up to Wolf for his behaviour in the baths earlier. He looked towards the doors as they opened revealing the blond, who happened to have a slight amused look to his perfect angular features. He heard a small giggle coming from Lady Cecilie, and instantly Yuuri began to worry. Nothing good ever came from Cecilie laughing or giggling.

Wolfram took his usual seat, next to Yuuri, and the maids began to bring the first course out. The conversations consisted of everyone congratulating Wolfram for his birthday and then onto simple small talk about how their days had been. Everything was going normally, but Wolfram still picked up on Cecilie's subtle wink became fully conscious of the small bottle in his pocket.

Doria was carrying the large bowl full of soup to the table, ready to serve everyone, when she suddenly felt her foot being knocked out from under her.

It was silent as everyone at the table looked towards where the scream and smash had originated from, seeing soup and parts of the ceramic bowl all over the floor.

Wolfram took this distraction as a chance to slip the potion in Yuuri's drink, realising that that was what his mothers wink had meant. He just felt bad for poor Doria, she had Gwendal's full attention due to the fact that his lap had been covered in the scolding soup.

Wolfram did notice that Gunter was adamant on wiping the soup off of Gwendal, not knowing whether Gunter was being his usual self or if he actually had ulterior motives with his actions, he let the rest of his family to decide. He had to make sure he put just the right amount in the glass, Wolfram remembered how strongly it had affected him and he didn't really fancy having Yuuri jump at the dining table in front of everyone.

Once the soup and bowl had been cleaned up and Gwendal had excused himself, with Gunter en suite, Wolfram glanced at his mother and gave a slight nod as he noticed her watching Yuuri and himself. Both of them looked at Yuuri though as he hiccuped quite loudly and slammed his wine glass back down, making some of the contents swish and spill on to the table. Wolfram noted on how Yuuri's pupils seemed to dilate and quickly looked down at his hands as Yuuri made eye contact.

He was regretting ever acting on one of his mothers ideas. But he couldn't help but wonder how Yuuri would react to the potion, and if his promise would be fulfilled later that night.

It's been so long, I never expected my updates to be this slow. But I promise I will not abandon any fics, I know how annoying that can be. Sorry this took so long, I've been so tired lately and I've not really had the inspiration for this.

I also promise that there will definitely be a lemon scene in the next chapter. This chapter is pretty sucky anyway, but if there are any major problems with it or even simple grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know. :)

I'll try to finish the next chapter for next weekend.

Thank you to those who reviewed. As always, reviews and criticism are welcomed. :)