Author's Notes: Ta-dah! So sorry for the long haitus. Lappy died on me and I haven't been able to replace her yet plus inspiration is quite scarce. I got this idea while thinking up some stuff for my other stories. heheh (^~^) Please know that this is not connected in anyway to the other stories. I think I made it clear that SLTH is a collection of stories. I'm not a big fan of stories like this to be honest because they leave me very sad and hurt myself but I just wanted to let the words flow out of me. PLEASE do review, comment and recommend anything to me. I'm very open to new ideas. Thank you!

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own anything just this plot Kyou Kara Maou belong to someone else.

Onyx eyes open to the sight of a blurry room. After a moment and a few blinks, he could now see the ceiling of his four poster bed. The light in the room reveals that its still well into the night. A full moon is clearly seen from the open balcony doors to his right. A gentle yet chilly night breeze rolls into the room. He feels the cold biting on his cheeks but pays it no mind. He is mainly a water elemental after all plus the plush blankets provide sufficient warmth.

He sighs.

He reaches up to cover his eyes for a bit to help clear his mind, when he notices another presence in the bed. He looks to the left and sees a tuff of fair hair. Even though the room is barely illuminated by the moon he could see clearly a blonde head.

His heart pounds.

(Maybe it's just my imagination trying to fool me. Make me hope.)

His bed mate is facing away from him. Oblivious to the world and peaceful in dreamland is this person.

He reaches out.

His fingers delicately touch those curls of blonde hair. They're quite long now, reaching past the shoulders by a bit. But he pays it no mind, as long as they're golden like the sun and curled and seeming to bounce with life. So fitting to who he is. A ray of sunshine on a gloomy day.

He touches some more.

His bed mate stirs now. He is stunned in anticipation. Then, he feels his whole body chill when the sleepy face that greets him is not the one he wanted so desperately to see.

He pulls back his hand.

"Yuuri, why are still awake?"

She adds a gentle chuckle, followed by a moan as she turns her body to the side facing him. Her hands reaches for him while the other is tucked away under her head.

"I'm sorry I think I woke you. Go back to sleep."

To be honest, he has forgotten her name. Isabella? Isadora? Izzelle? He's sure it has an "is" sound in it. For now, he will live not remembering. Surely tomorrow he can ask Gunter or Conrart for her name.

She persists.

Moving closer to him, she leans her head on his shoulder and drapes an arm around his waist. It's not everyday one gets to bed a king. If she's lucky, she might get pregnant and be set for life. She had heard a rumor one of the courtiers was impregnated by the king and now lives in her own mansion with servants and anything else she could only hope for. They're very secretive of these things especially with the help of the king's advisers.

"Are you worried about something? Maybe I can help ease your mind. Just tell me."

Her fingers trace circles on his stomach. Slowly they're making their way down.

He stops her.

A warm calloused hand closes on her wrist, and puts her hand back on her side of his personal space, which is on her own body. He smiles, the kind he uses on diplomats he despises but needs to be friendly towards. He's not sure if she could really see it but he smiles anyway. Perhaps that makes it easier.

"It's already late. If I remember correctly it's a big day tomorrow."

(I don't know if I could without the haze brought by drunkeness.)

She is not stopped.

"Oh, Yuuri. You would never be a bother."

She is already so familiar with him after just one night. She puts her hand once again on him. This time she chooses to place it on his chest near the site on his shoulder where her head is resting. She nuzzles him as well; pressing every inch of her naked body she could against him.

He pretends to have not heard.

He closes his eyes - an attempt to will himself to sleep. Maybe he'd wake up and tomorrow has already passed. Oh, how one can only hope. Tomorrow would not be possible without him of course.

As king, his presence is necessary in every big event especially concerning the ten noble families. He is even more needed when one such noble is bringing a first born for Shinou's blessing and to be introduced to his king.

Why he couldn't cancel because of sheer awkwardness and heartache he did not know.

Why he had to see their son - the product of their happy and loving marriage - he did not know.

Why he had to see him ever he still did not know.

He remembers that day so clearly up until now. Two years, seven months and give or take three days but who's counting really. It was the first time he has ever been with a woman but not the first time to be with someone.

Aided by alcohol so freely distributed during his 23rd birthday, both he and his then fiance, Wolfram, enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. If he would be honest, he would say that nothing felt more right than their time together. It was awkward touching another man but something just clicked for the two of them. Wolfram let him explore and take control; simply guiding him with moans and touches. The morning after he pretended he remembered nothing. With a groan, he said, "damn, Wolf, what were they serving last night? My head hurts like hell and I can't remember a thing. I didn't embarass myself too much, did I?"

The shock is clear on his face just as much as the pain was in those eyes. He shook his head and turned away from him. They hadn't discussed anything from that night.

Later that day, he approach Lady Thalie from small country neighboring Caloria. She was a beauty like all those who approached him. She was slender but had the right fat in the right places, delicate features, and her hair pulled back to show off her generous assets but curled behind her back with a few rebellious locks cascading in her front. He distinctly remembered that she was very flirty with him but still quite decent. If he would be honest once more, he would admit that he was a stupid teenager who couldn't face his own feelings. He wanted to prove his feelings were wrong.

They talked really. He brought her out to the gardens. Their country was new to the alliance and he has never been there to visit so there were lots to talk about. But that really wasn't his agenda.

Walking around both dropping innuendoes and with a little bit of fate, Lady Thalie had slipped and pressed against Yuuri. A brush of lips began a barrage of passionate liplocking and carresses. Soon, Lady Thalie with the top of her dress open; exposing a part of her anatomy which makes her very different from Wolfram and which Yuuri thoroughly explored, began the task of pulling down Yuuri's trousers. This lead to the position Wolfram found them in - with Yuuri's cock down her throat, and his hands digging into her hair.

He will never forget.

In this life or even the next, he will never forget the look on Wolfram's face when he found them. He was on the verge of tears, eyes full of pain, and mouth agape. Wolfram never spoke to him again. Once he made it back into the castle, to his office, to their bedroom, he would be slapped with the official document annulling their engagement courtesy of Gwendal and the removal of everything that Wolfram owned - his clothes and effects from their room and his books from his office.

Yuuri only saw him next during his departure to Beliefeld lands. Try as he might, he could not overcome Gwendal and Conrart's combined effort to stop him from following or even speaking to Wolfram. Conrart's statement was all he got. "You've done enough, Yuuri."

A few days later, he finds out Greta visited Wolfram in Beliefeld accompanied by Murata and Conrart. Murata never came back.

A few weeks later, he receives a letter informing him but not inviting him to Wolfram and Murata's engagement party in the Beliefeld estate. The union of one of the most, if not the most, prominent noble house and the legendary great sage whose status is only superseded by the Maou himself.

A month later, he is sucked back to Earth, unable to make it back and returning only to find a week has passed and so has the wedding. He sulked for days and everyone gave him space to adjust to the knowledge. Then, he never prayed to Shinou for anything ever again.

Some more months later, a letter arrives to him informing him of tomorrow's activities. The birth of a first born son from any noble house is seen as a wonderful blessing. The child would be presented to Shinou's temple to receive his blessing and to the Maou as a sign of the house's goodwill to the nation as a whole. The letter said his name was Kenneth Alexandrei. No doubt after his father.

(What would our child's name be, huh Wolf?)

All this has led to exactly how Wolfram left him - in the arms of some hussy and drowning in shame and in sorrow.

He looks at her once more and thinks.

I look at her Wolf wanting to see you. Maybe if I wish hard enough, I can see your face instead. I touch her hoping to remember the feel of your body. So firm and so strong unlike her softness. I wonder every time why I do this. I know for a fact that none of them will ever be you. They will only be able to help me pass the time I'm missing you.

(What would you say if you could see me now, Wolf?)

Silence was all he got. Maybe if he went back to sleep, he could escape to a land where it would be the birth of his and Wolfram's child that the nation will be celebrating. Some place where he could see his smile everyday when he wakes up; where he could hear his laughter and his scolding at every turn; where he could reach out and feel his warmth instead of this nameless faceless stranger. And if he was lucky, he would never wake up from this nightmare.