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A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews! I am glad you liked the first chapter.

You have to forgive Wolfram for his reaction as it may seem a little OC. But all I can say in my defense is that any warm blooded male, who has been denied by his fiancé for years after sleeping in the same bed, would react in the same manner.

Chapter 2

To Throw Down the Gauntlet

'The wimp was upto something', thought Wolfram looking at the wimp with narrowed eyes. He could see that Yuuri had his "I am thinking very hard about something" look on his face. Yuuri had been acting very odd lately, allowing him to touch him freely and even allowing him to wash his back without protest! What alarmed Wolfram was the fact that Yuuri was willing to sacrifice the precious time he spent with little big brother and spend it with him instead! Yuuri had never done that before.

The wimp was upto something.

Wolfram was worried that Yuuri was reaching a decision about their engagement and it sent chills up his spine. What if this was Yuuri's way of letting him down easy? After all, Yuuri hated hurting his friends' feelings and it was possible that he wanted to soften the blow.

'No', thought Wolfram, Yuuri was his, only his. He had waited patiently for years for Yuuri to accept him, to let go of his weird Earth beliefs and finally see that Wolfram loved him, with all his heart. He couldn't stand the thought of losing Yuuri. Hadn't he shown his love and loyalty time after time? By Agni, he hadn't even forced the issue of intimacy between them even though they slept in the same bed! Any warm blooded male would have exploded by now! And he was a fire mazoku for Shinou's sake! They were the most fiery and passionate of all mazokus! How could Yuuri not see the amount of control it took Wolfram to see to it that he never abused Yuuri's trust when they slept together in the same bed? He had a permanent case of blue balls by now!

He had already lost the respect of half the army because, according to the rules of the engagement the one who proposed had to initiate the wooing, but anyone who had met Yuuri even once could immediately see that he was too naïve and shy to initiate anything. Yuuri was the epitome of a blushing virgin! He was losing respect as a mazoku male! Not that he was very experienced in such matters as he would never shame his family by sleeping around but he had read and heard enough to want, Oh Agni, how he wanted. He could see Yuuri writhing beneath him, whimpering his name through kiss swollen lips. Screaming his satisfaction so that the whole castle could hear and know who he belonged to.

Wolram's breathing quickened, and he had to take deep breaths to calm down, Yuuri's proximity was definitely not helping. His men were giving him knowing looks. Infact the troops that he commanded were the only ones who truly understood the agony he was going through as they were fire mazoku like him. Their loyalty was solely his to command so he was not worried about losing their respect. But he so tired of this. Sometimes Yuuri could be so cruel without meaning to. He knew that if Yuuri knew the true state of affairs, he would be devastated that he had hurt his friend like that.

' But I don't want to be your friend wimp', thought Wolfram , 'Why can't you see that you are mine?'. Dark and possessive thoughts ran through his mind. He had a steady increase of such kind of thoughts since his possession by Shinou. It was as if a little bit of Shinou's nature had rubbed off of on him, and judging by Shinou's relationship with the Sage, these feelings of possessiveness were nothing. After all Shinou refused to leave the Sage alone even after death.

'Yes, all mine, through eternity', that's what Wolfram wanted, to entwine himself with Yuuri, weld them together, so close that nobody would be able to pry them apart.

But he had to stop thinking such thoughts and concentrate on his job. So Wolfram shoved his worries to the back of his mind and went back to scanning the countryside.

The sunning was setting as they reached camp. Wolfram dismounted and turned to help the wimp off his horse, but found to his surprise that the wimp had already dismounted and was standing there fiddling nervously with his riding gloves, looking at his boots and blushing. Then suddenly Yuuri's face cleared and he looked up at Wolfram and slapped him across his right cheek with his riding glove. Wolfram 's face turned with the blow, and there was a collective gasp from his men. But Wolram heard nothing, saw nothing but Yuuri who was worrying his lip nervously. "Wolf, are you ok? I didn't you too hard did I? Did I do it right?"

But Wolfram couldn't speak. There was a weird roaring noise in his ears as if his very blood was boiling in his veins. Yuuri had slapped him with his glove. Yuuri had slapped him with his glove.

Agni, he had to know if Yuuri knew what he had done, whether he understood the meaning of his gesture or he would combust on the spot. "Yuuri", he asked in a hushed voice, "Do you understand the meaning of that gesture? Do you really agree to the stipulations of the custom?" He couldn't move, couldn't breathe. But then Yuuri said, with a shy smile on his face, "Of course Wolfram, I read through the etiquette book just so I could do this. I want to please you, Wolf". There were loud whoops from his men. But Wolfram could only hear Yuuri saying 'I want to please you Wolf'.

He had died and gone to Heaven. That could be the only explanation for what was happening. In the course of one day he had been transported from the depths of despair to a plane of such exquisite happiness that surely he had to be lying in a ditch somewhere, hallucinating his deepest desire to soothe his dying mind.

As Wolfram stood gaping at Yuuri, a mischievous little wind blew into the clearing, gently sweeping the glove that Yuuri had dropped to Wolfram's riding boots. Wolfram started, and then quickly picked up the glove, thereby accepting the challenge, causing his men to whoop some more.

His brain had reached supernova stage and all he could think was, 'Finally, finally his his his his his'.

He wanted to scream, howl his happiness like his namesake, set the world on fire, make Yuuri burn.

Before he could even think of tedious things like propriety, he had snatched an astonished Yuuri into his arms and stuck his tongue halfway down Yuuri's throat. Finally, all his, only his, he had permission now to touch what was his.

This was equivalent to agreeing upon a marriage date because once the bedplay began, no self respecting mazoku would back out of an engagement. Yuuri had agreed to be his. He wanted to marry him.

There was no going back now.

It was then that Wolfram remembered himself and their audience and very reluctantly let Yuuri go, giving his wimp a final tender and chaste kiss on the lips. The wimp was looking dazed. Wolfram frowned, thinking maybe he was going a bit too fast. After all the wimp was an innocent. Though his reaction was understandable considering the shock he had just received. He really needed to rein in his feelings. He looked around him and saw that his men were genuinely happy for them. How considerate of the wimp to slap him in front of his men! All fire mazoku loved a good passionate romance and he knew his men would be rooting for him.

He looked at his dazed and blushing fiancé and smirked darkly, 'Oh yesss. He was looking forward to tonight. He will take it slow. Accustom Yuuri to his touches. Make him want.'

Next Chapter:

'Really', thought Wolfram, 'The wimp was such a wimp', observing the whimpering King, curled up in the corner of the tent.

"Wimp come to bed now." hissed Wolfram, crossing his arms.

"But you are not wearing anything", whined Yuuri, shrinking away from him as if he had a disease.

'This is ridiculous', thought Wolfram furiously, 'The wimp is giving even the blushing virgins a bad name! '. Getting him to co-operate was equivalent to pulling teeth!