A/N:

Waaaah! Gomen nasai for the loooooooong wait for an update! I've been seriously swamped with work and haven't had the chance (or the time even) to catch up on my writing. :(

So I really am sorry that it took forever to post anything new. I will really try to at least up date every other week.

Okay. I'll shut up now. :D

Hope you enjoy this next bit!

Wolfram nuzzled his cheek contentedly against something warm and soft. He fidgeted a bit, trying to move closer to the delicious heat.

"… oomph… Wolfram." a sleepy voice mumbled. "Quit squirming, your hair is ticklish."

His eyes flew open at the sound, and Wolfram found himself staring into the underside of their bed's huge canopy.

Eh… when did that happen? His brown knitted in confusion as fragments of memory flashed through his mind.

The Maou! The Maou had caught up with him… and Wolfram remembered his presence, the overwhelming presence inside his head. They had been in the forest… but beyond that he couldn't recall a blasted thing.

"Wolf," he requested in a low rumble, "please… stop… twitching… "

Belatedly Wolfram realized that the lovely warmth he had been trying to meld himself into was none other then Yuuri's flat stomach. Emerald orbs widened in panic and he bolted upright and started scooting towards the headboard.

A quick hand snaked out before Wolfram could move away. Yuuri grabbed him firmly around the waist and roughly hauled him to his side.

"Whaaaat? Yuuri!" Wolfram yelped in alarm.

In a languid tone, Yuuri replied, "Hush. Later Wolf, later. It's early yet and I'm still sleepy." The demon king yawned hugely to stress his point.

Wolfram struggled in vain. "But Yuuri, I don't understand? Why did you bring me back? Why am I in your room?" he hissed angrily. "I shouldn't even be here, not when I'm no longer your—"

The hold wrapped across his body tightened convulsively.

"I said later, Wolfram," Yuuri stated imperiously. Noting the rigid state of the young prince's back, he sighed inwardly.

"We'll talk later," his tone gentled "For now… let's sleep. Please… Wolf," the double black murmured in an almost pleading manner.

Wolfram found himself responding to the Maou's request involuntarily. Perhaps, it would be ok… just this once… one last time. The lines of his body slackened and he relaxed tense muscles.

He felt the change in his fiancé's lithe form. Assured of his acquiesce, Yuuri buried his face into Wolfram's fragrant hair and groggily said, "Goodnight Wolf."

Wolfram froze. What was Yuuri up to? He was getting more and more confused by the second and it irritated the hell out of him. Grumbling under his breath, he retorted crossly, "Goodnight, wimp."

Yuuri allowed himself a small smile.

Some things never change.

Wolfram awoke to the sound of bad omen birds squawking outside the window. He opened eyes bleary with sleep and allowed his sight to adjust to the morning light.

Instantly, visions of his earlier conversation with Yuuri flooded his senses. Wide-awake now, he turned to his side, fully intending to demand answers from the troublesome double black.

Eh? Yuuri's side of the bed was empty. Wolfram's eyes narrowed sharply. Just where did that wimp run off too? He had a lot of explaining to do and it was so typical of him to run away when things started heating up.

"Stupid wimp," the blonde fire-wielder grumbled to himself irritably. Wolfram sat up and swung his legs off the bed. The sudden movement caused the sleeve of his nightgown to slip down creamy skin.

Wolfram inhaled sharply. He distinctly recalled that he had been wearing his standard blue uniform last night… how had this frilly concoction gotten on him?

An angry flush started rising from the pale line of his shoulders and traveled all the way a graceful neck to color Wolfram's cheeks an alarming shade of crimson. Yuuri… had… undressed… him?

That was just too much. Wolfram shot out of the bed and let out a resounding roar.

"Yuuri, you pervert!!" Wolfram bellowed furiously.

"A-choo!"

Greta shot a questioning look at her father, face scrunched up with worry.

"Are you alright Yuuri? You haven't caught a cold have you?" she asked in a small voice, wide brown eyes quickly sizing him up and checking for any signs of possible illness.

Yuuri rubbed his nose and chuckled softly. "There's no need to worry Greta, I'm perfectly fine," he answered reassuringly.

"Aaaaa… ah-choo!" Yuuri sneezed a second time but managed to give his daughter a watery grin. "This is nothing. Trust me."

Looking unconvinced, Greta nodded reluctantly. "Well, okay then. If you say you're fine, then I guess I'll just have to believe you."

Brightening up all of a sudden, she beamed broadly at her black-haired parent. "Is it true that Wolfram's home? I overheard Sangria and the others talking about it while they were cleaning my room this morning."

Greta started jumping up and down excitedly; words flying out of her mouth so rapidly that Yuuri couldn't even get a word in edgewise.

"Can I see him Yuuri? I've missed him so much!" Greta ended in a wheedling tone.

Yuuri sighed. He supposed it couldn't be helped. "Yes Greta, and of course. We'll go see Wolfram in a bit."

Yuuri wagged a finger in front of the little imp's face and admonished gently, "First things first though, finish your breakfast and then we'll go look for him ok?"

"Yay!" Greta crowed delightedly, then she began gobbling up her food in earnest.

Yuuri looked out the window pensively. In the light of day, he was a bit embarrassed by his actions. A soft flush suffused his face as he remembered the possessive way he had hauled Wolfram to his side earlier that morning.

His mouth turned downwards at the corners. His blonde and green-eyed prince was probably furious with him at the moment; and to say that he dreaded their upcoming confrontation would be an understatement.

Yuuri sighed morosely. The Maou persona sure was troublesome. While he appreciated the fact that because of him, Wolfram was currently back in the castle (where he belonged)— it was Shibuya Yuuri who'd be getting the raw end of the deal.

A flash of gold caught his eye, distracting him from his musings. He focused his gaze on the picturesque scene outside the dining hall window.

He stared transfixed as the morning light turned yellow locks into burnished gold, making the fire in emerald orbs burn brighter.

It was a beautiful sight, really. It was just too bad that the person those stunning features belonged to was glowering darkly and looked pissed off as hell.

Yuuri gulped audibly and he scanned the room, panicked, as he sought an escape route from the heat that was swiftly closing in on him.

This was not good.

He was about to sneak off into the corridor when a cool and clipped voice grabbed him with invisible hands, holding him captive.

"Yuuri." Was murmured almost too pleasantly, and much too closely in the vicinity of his ears.

He cringed at the tone. Yes, his fiancé was definitely out for blood. He turned around slowly and found himself staring into eyes that were literally sparking with ire.

Yuuri placed a hand at the back of his neck and laughed nervously. "Erm, um… good morning Wolf."