As it turned out, Yuuri had requested that Conrad come with him on a picnic with his eminence, Ken Murata. With their backs to him, Conrad could see the similarities between the two. They both had black hair and wore the same uniform. The only difference from behind were the two height and hair style.

"Oi, Lord Weller?" Murata called, turning his head. He looked the same as ever. Calm brown eyes glanced at Conrad as he smiled brightly but Conrad knew he was planning something. He always was.

"Yes, your eminence." Conrad replied, politely. He really didn't like or trust Murata. Still, Conrad was loyal to his king and to a lesser extent, the sage of double black. As such, he smiled the same (ish) way he smiled at his king as he spoke to the young reincarnate.

"Shibuya and I are going to be wrestling so could you set up the picnic fro us?" he requested, unbuttoning his jacket. The action struck Conrad as odd.

"Why are you removing your clothes, then, Your Eminence?" He asked as he saw Yuuri do the same. The young king looked so handsome then, bare-chested and glowing as the sun's rays caressed his form.

"Well, I can't wrestle him in my cloths, Lord Weller. They'll just get dirty and wrinkled." He explained that innocent smile of his still in place. He turned his gaze from Yuuri to Conrad's. "Don't worry. I won't touch him too much." With that, he walked across the field to where Yuuri, unaware of what his best friend had said, waved him over.

This was one of the reasons he didn't trust Ken Murata. Not only was he a schemer but he was also his rival when it came to Yuuri. The two of them both loved His Majesty and they both wanted to have sex with him. The only difference was that His Eminence could probably get away with that almost unscathed while Conrad had to watch his step when spoke to Yuuri. Despite not being married yet, Wolfram was already acting like a jealous wife.

Hating that he had to hold his feelings back; Conrad started setting up the blanket for the picnic. Conrad arranged the blanket like he was told to but he kept one eye on his king as well. The two really were wrestling, like kids. Yuuri glowed with joy as he flipped Murata over his shoulder. Despite his lean figure, king Yuuri was getting stronger. Conrad took much pride in being the cause of that strength. All those days training together had paid off.

Since Conrad had drifted off into the memories of training Yuuri, he had failed to watch the fight going on behind him. He was startled when he heard Yuuri grunt loudly. He stood and turned to see what had happened. He was shocked by what he saw.

Murata, the supposed pacifist, had Yuuri pinned to the ground. The youth held Yuuri's wrist above his head and had his knee between his legs. To make matters worse, Murata held his head very close the Yuuri's. A couple inches closer and they'd be kissing. This was definitely not happening on Conrad's watch.

"You're Eminence!" Conrad shouted, trying hard to keep his rage in check. His smile was strained but looked natural enough. To anyone else doing this kind of thing, Conrad would have rushed at them with his sword. But he couldn't do that for several reasons.

1: Murata ken was considered royalty and is an important member of the demon kingdom

2: If he showed his rage, Murata would most likely just smirk at him since he was the kind of person to take pleasure in someone else's frustrations

And the most important reason.

3: the youth was Yuuri's good friend. If Conrad killed him, Yuuri would hate him.

Murata turned to him, that knowing look in his eye. Conrad really didn't like him.

"What is it, lord Weller?" He asked casually, his free hand running over Yuuri's bare chest. Yuuri flinched, showing an incredibly cute face before turning away. Conrad wanted to see more of that face but not when His Eminence was the one touching him.

"Please refrain from such behavior outside, your Eminence." Conrad replied, clenching his teeth hard behind his seemly calm smile. Murata turned to Yuuri. They shared a look, like they held a short conversation together without saying a word. Again, this pissed Conrad off. "Could you please get off his majesty?"

Murata smiled as he rose. "Alright, if you say so, my lord." He dusted himself off and turned to walk toward the picnic blanket. Conrad briskly walked over to Yuuri to help him up. As the two passed, Murata whispered." Be careful, lord Weller. Your jealousy is showing." Conrad could hear the smirk on his face.

Conrad ran to his king just as he was about to get up. He checked him for any injuries or bruises. The only ones were on his wrists, where Murata had held him. Conrad just stared at the red, finger shaped bruises.

"Don't worry, Conrad." Yuuri reassured with his innocent smile glowing brighter than the sun. "Murata and I were just playing. Im not actually hurt." Conrad just continued to stare. Out of nowhere, Conrad grabbed the king's wrists and pressed his lips to the bruise. It was a tender but short kiss. Yuuri stared at Conrad, blushing fiercely.

"I don't like marks made by other men on you, Yuuri." He whispered, pressing Yuuri's palm to his mouth. "Please don't let other men touch you too much."

End of chapter 12

Authors note

I tried to make this chapter longer, since someone asked me to. i hope you like it. Also, my next KKM fanfiction is a Yuuri/Various since, despite being a Con/Yuu fan, i like to mix things up. i'll put it up as soon as possible. thank you for reading