A/N: Halloooooooooooooo! Yes, I'm back! For how long, I'm not really sure but I do hope you guys have enjoyed my sporadic fits and starts here. :D

Anyways, I thought I'd get this out of the way before hurrying on to some real YuuRam action! Lol! No, seriously, I have the last few chapters mapped out in my head so I need all the motivation I can get to finally spew everything out!

Again, comments, suggestions are highly appreciated!

bishounen - pretty boy

Bolts of blue lightning snaked sinuously around the double black, and the air sizzled with barely restrained maryoku.

Head bowed, Yuuri could only tremble with the force of his fury. In fact, it was a miracle that he had managed to say the blond's name without choking on the lump of bile that had formed at the back of his throat. Waves of fire and ice crashed through his body with such force that he felt numb.

He refused to raise his head as seeing Wolfram's face would probably unleash the emotions that he was trying to keep tightly in check.

The spirit that lived in the center of his being was absolutely livid and it was only with great difficulty that he kept himself from transforming into Maou mode. He could feel his inner self straining against the barriers he had erected to keep the Demon King from coming out and passing judgment on his fiancé.

Jaw clenched tightly, he gave the wary prince before him a lethal glare. And damned if the blond bishounen didn't just stare questioningly back at him.

Yuuri wanted to howl in frustration. Did he have to spell it out? Why couldn't Wolfram see how much he meant to him? Damned brat, the double black thought irritably— Wolfram could be such a pain sometimes.

After taking several deep, calming breaths and a rather tense silence, Yuuri had managed to gain some semblance of control over his over-wrought emotions. When he was confident that he had sufficiently quelled the indignant clamor of his other half's need for "justice," "vengeance" and all that brouhaha, he allowed himself a small sigh of relief.

While he knew that the Maou spirit would never hurt the blond princeling, Yuuri preferred to deal with this issue his own way. Sure he was slow and almost dense when it came to his feelings, but once he had finally acknowledged that he DID indeed feel more than just friendship for the fire-wielder, he was determined to do things properly this time— and that meant no more hiding behind his alter ego.

"I believe this is neither the proper time nor place to hold this conversation, Wolf." Yuuri stated calmly, finally looking up and angling his head to stare pointedly at the dozen or so dumbfounded faces across the room.

He arched one raven brow and the fierce look in dark eyes sent everyone scurrying back into motion.

Satisfied that they no longer had an audience— at least not an obvious one, he turned his attention back to his fiancé.

"Let's take this discussion to my study, shall we?" Yuuri asked politely, before moving purposefully in the direction of the offices.

Wolfram was still reeling from the rather anti-climactic turn of events that Yuuri's words barely registered in his brain.

"Whaa… the hell!" he muttered before scrambling after the retreating back of his king.