A/N:

I am VERY VERY sorry for the very late update! I don't know how many times I've re-written this chapter, but I finally managed it, so it makes more sense ^^ This was supposed to be a two-shot, but I cut it, so it'll be three chapters instead. I think :P

Anyway, I hope this chapter was worth the long wait. Sorry again D:

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou!

It had been a very busy day in Blood Pledge Castle. The big night was finally here, and people had been busy preparing for the party all day. Everyone was very excited for the big night.

Well… except for one.

Of course, Yuuri was excited about the party itself. He always enjoyed meeting new people and gets to know them, and just be able to relax from all of his paperwork and other duties he was forced to make as the Maou.

However, tonight he felt like there was no way that he'd be able to relax. In fact, he hadn't been able to relax at all ever since Wolfram had made that stupid request for his birthday. Just the thought of it made Yuuri groan, and wish that he was back on earth. He sometimes even considered sneaking to the baths, so that he could return to earth. But he knew that doing so would cause consequences when he'd return to Shin Makoku again.

Also, this was after all Wolfram's birthday. He knew he just had to deal with it.

It wasn't like he was going to crave the kiss in front of everyone at the party.

Or was it?

He felt an unpleasant shiver just thinking about it. He hoped that Wolfram would at least consider Yuuri's feelings, only for a little bit. He didn't seem to understand exactly how much big of a deal this was to him.

He sighed deeply, as he entered his bed chamber, wrapped in a white, cozy bathrobe. He had just been taking a bath in his private bath chamber. He felt a bit excited and tingly inside, like he always did when there was going to be a party.

Wolfram was sitting on his bed, also only dressed in a bathrobe. He was sitting with his legs crossed, with his back against Yuuri.

"Wolf? What are you up to?" He asked him curiously.

Wolfram nearly jumped. He probably hadn't heard Yuuri come into the room.

"Ah, Yuuri…" The blonde looked relieved when he looked at the Maou. "It's these damn letters again…" He frowned. "They just keep coming."

Oh, the letters! They were becoming a huge problem as well, even to Yuuri. Not only because Wolfram kept complaining about it, but also because some of the letters somehow always ended up in Yuuri's hands. Like the day before, when he had been going through an awfully huge pile of paperwork. He had discovered a letter lying there in the midst of all the papers. It had only made him confused, wondering why there was a letter addressed to Wolfram lying amongst his things. Same thing had happened twice this morning. First during breakfast, when he was sipping his tea, to suddenly find a letter lying on his lap. He had no idea how it had happened. Probably a dove had been flying above him and dropped it, without anyone noticing.

Then it had happened again, when he was visiting Ao, his horse in the stables. For some reason, there was lying a letter right by the stack of his hay.

But that wasn't the only thing that bothered Yuuri. What was bothering him was what was written in the letters. He had had permission from Wolfram to read them, and when he did, he was shocked.

It was written to Wolfram in such a perverted and dirty way, that Yuuri couldn't even manage to finish reading them. Whoever wrote these were clearly a pervert. He, or she, wrote everything in detail what the person wanted to do with Wolfram…

So Yuuri couldn't blame Wolfram for complaining about the letters. He was disgusted, and couldn't even imagine that anyone wanted to do such thing with Wolfram. His pure, beautiful and innocent body… or, that's what he thought, anyway.

Yuuri had no clue about Wolfram's sex life…. And he wasn't sure if he wanted to know either. The demon was after all 83 years old…. He must have had some kind of physical relations with someone… if not, then Yuuri felt really sorry for him. He was only 16, and he wouldn't imagine being a virgin for so many years.

"Again?" he blurt out, as he walked closer to the bed, scrutinizing the latest letter Wolfram had received. He crawled up on the bed beside him, and read over the blonde's shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows. This was just as bad as the others.

"Seriously, who is this person? He is more perverted than Murata!" He huffed loudly. "Maybe he is a rapist who has a thing for beautiful men like you. Yeah, that must be it!" He hit his fist onto his palm determinedly. "You can be safe with me, Wolf. I'm going to catch that pervert no matter what!"

It sounded super clichéd when he said it, but he meant every word of it. He didn't want Wolfram to be treated like a… toy for someone's body and pleasure! No one should ever be treated like that!

A hint of red was shown on Wolfram's cheeks.

"L-like a wimp like you could do anything!" he huffed, looking away from Yuuri.

Yuuri frowned at this. Here he was, trying to sound hero-ish, and all Wolfram could do was to throw and insult at him!

"I'm not a wimp! It's my duty as your fian—" he went silent. "As the Maou to protect you!" he corrected. He cleared his throat, hoping to get rid of the embarrassment he felt all of a sudden for almost blurting out like that, but it didn't help. Instead, he crawled off the bed, and went to put on his attire that he was going to wear for the party.

He couldn't believe he had almost admitted himself as Wolfram's fiancé out loud like that! If he had finished that line, he could only guess how Wolfram would react to that.

The said male still sat on the bed, looking rather thoughtful, with his blonde curls covering his eyes a bit. His head hung loosely, and he was nibbling at his under lip, as if he was concentrating on something.

"Wolf? Aren't you getting ready for your party?" Yuuri looked at him with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Perhaps the letters were really worrying him. Yuuri sighed, and finished dressing, and returned to sit beside his fiancé again.

"Oi, Wolf", he said softly. He hesitated a bit, before he gently took the ex prince's hand in his. He wasn't good at comforting and such, but he hated to see Wolfram looking so down. It somehow made him feel sad. Besides, he shouldn't be so let down on his own birthday. The blonde Mazoku finally looked up at Yuuri, looking slightly surprised.

"Don't let it bother you now, all right?" Yuuri tried. He added a smile, hoping that would help Wolfram to cheer up. "It's your birthday today. This is your day, so all you need to do today is to relax and have fun, ne?" He smiled brightly, and squeezed his pale hand gently. He could feel Wolfram squeeze back, and finally a smile appeared on his face, making him look even more angelic. This caused Yuuri's heart to pound a bit faster than usual. What was wrong with him lately? Was he getting sick?

"Thank you, Yuuri", came Wolfram's reply. His voice sounded almost relieved and thankful. Yuuri could feel his face heat up, for some unknown reason.

"T-there's no need to thank me, Wolf", he said, scratching his wet and already tousled hair awkwardly as he looked away from the Mazoku. What was with him? Why was he feeling so nervous? This was just Wolfram…

"A-anyway, go and take your bath. Some of the guests might already be on their way here."

He still avoided looking at Wolfram. He didn't know why, but it somehow felt awkward to face him.

"Will you wash my back?" Wolfram looked suddenly very alert, looking at Yuuri hopefully. Yuuri blinked, and quickly let go of his hand.

"No!" He huffed. "You can wash your own back! I have to go down pretty soon anyway." He got up on his feet, and walked towards the door.

"Meet me downstairs later, ne?"

Wolfram nodded in response, and Yuuri left the room.

*-*-*-*-*

The party was starting off smoothly, and Yuuri had a rather good time. He did keep his promise about standing by Wolfram's side throughout the whole event. Two hours had gone, and Yuuri had talked to lot of different people, while Wolfram was spoiled with gifts and birthday wishes.

Everything seemed to be fine… so far.

Both Yuuri and Wolfram was worried that whoever person wrote those letters to Wolfram, would show up, or cause a scene. But as it seemed now, no one seemed to be aiming on doing such thing. Everyone seemed to have a good time, with drinking and eating. Even Wolfram was having a good time, and Yuuri was glad to see him so relaxed for a change.

However, he was still nervous… Wolfram still hadn't requested that kiss from him… and Yuuri both wondered and hoped that Wolfram had forgot about it.

He somehow knew that wasn't the case. If he knew Wolfram right, he'd save it to the last.

So, like it?

I'll try to start the third chapter as soon as possible, so I hope you won't have to wait for long this time ^^