A.N.: I'm very sorry about the long wait. Once again thank you to everyone for your reviews, favs, and follows. Especially RowenRaven and blackirishawk. And thanks to everyone else for reading. I hope you enjoy. :)

Warning: Smut and fluff (or at least I tried to write fluff, but Yozak wouldn't let it end that way).


Shibuya Yuuri figured there were two types of people in life: those who enjoyed baseball, and those who didn't yet realize how much fun baseball could be. Wolfram still fell into the latter category, but Yuuri was convinced that once the soldier had experienced the excitement of going to a real game, he would change his mind. Murata had helped him get some tickets to a game. Now all Yuuri had to do was plan everything out, and for that he'd need at least one other accomplice. He saw Conrart walking down the castle hallway towards him. Perfect.

"Hey Conrad," said Yuuri. "Do you want to help me take Wolfram to go see a baseball game on Earth in a few days?" Yuuri paused and glanced up and down the hallway. "I kind of want it to be a surprise, you know, like a surprise party."

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Your Majesty," replied Conrart.

"Conrad, my name is Yuuri. You'd think the person who named me would be able to remember my name."

"Yuuri," Conrart corrected. "May Yozak come as well?"

"What? Oh, sure," Yuuri said. "It'll be fun with more people. Does Yozak like baseball now too?"

"He did mention that he enjoyed it once," Conrart said.

"That's good," Yuuri said. "Maybe Wolfram will like baseball too once he learns more about it."

"I'm sure he will."

Wolfram chose that moment to walk past. "Yuuri, Conrart, what are you two whispering about?" he asked suspiciously.

"It'll be a surprise, Wolfram," Conrart said and flashed a big smile.

Wolfram scowled and put a hand on his hip. "I don't like surprises. Tell me now."

"But you'll like this surprise, Wolfram," Yuuri said.

"No, I won't."

"How can you say that if you don't even know what it is?" Yuuri demanded.

"We were talking about baseball, Wolfram," Conrart said, keeping the information vague enough to make both Yuuri and Wolfram happy.

"Yuuri, you need to act more like a king," Wolfram said. "You should be practicing sword fighting, not baseball."

"That's an excellent idea, Wolfram," Conrart said. "Why don't you give His Majesty another sword fighting lesson this afternoon?"

"Fine," Wolfram said and folded his arms across his chest. "Yuuri needs more practice anyway."

Yuuri scratched his head. "Thanks…I think."

"Maybe Wolfram could give you sword lesson on a regular basis, Your Majesty," Conrart suggested.

"Are you trying to get out of work, Weller?" Wolfram asked suspiciously.

"Of course not, Wolfram." A teasing smirk played across Conrart's face. "I just know that you learned your sword technique from the best." Then he walked away down the hallway.

Wolfram sputtered and wasn't sure if he should be pleased or annoyed. Anyone who claimed his brothers were modest wasn't very observant.

"Let's go eat breakfast, Wolfram," Yuuri said.


It was just another typical peaceful morning at the royal breakfast table. Murata sat next to Yuuri, and surreptitiously played with his phone. "Shibuya," he whispered, "Do you think you could use your Maoh powers to get Earth signal here?"

"Why do you even have that thing here?" Yuuri asked.

"I brought it with me mostly for entertainment," Murata explained in a hushed voice, "You don't know how boring it can get at the temple."

Greta sat at Yuuri's other side, and Wolfram sat next to Greta. Wolfram took an occasional break from his meal to glare at Murata when the teen leaned too close to Yuuri. Cheri, Anissina, Gwendal and Gunter sat on the opposite side of the table.

"Your Eminence," Anissina said, "Will you explain how that Earth invention you are using works?"

Murata sat up and hid his phone under the table. "What invention?" he asked innocently.

Anissina was far too clever to be fooled that easily. "The one you were just using."

Yuuri laughed nervously. "Oh that, it's nothing much really, he was just playing a game on his phone."

Anissina leaned back in her chair and raised one eyebrow.

"A game?" Gunter asked. "What I wonderful idea, I would love to learn more about His Majesty's world." I'm certain the game is noble and refined, just like His Majesty. Oh, Majesty!"

"Yuuri!" Wolfram thundered. "What games are you up to with the Great Sage?"

"My, my, you certainly are the jealous type, Lord von Bielfeld," Murata said. "Would you like to play some games with us next?"

Wolfram flushed and went back to his meal angrily stabbing his food with his spork.

Yuuri face palmed. "Murata, what are you trying to do?" he groaned. "Don't antagonize Wolfram when I have sword practice with him later."

"But he makes it so easy," Murata said with a smirk.

"But what about the invention?" Anissina reminded them.

"It's nothing you'd want to invent here," Yuuri said hastily. "It's actually kind of annoying because people who are far away can talk with you all the time even if you don't want to talk with them."

Murata smacked Yuuri on the back of the head. "Nice work, Shibuya."

Anissina leaned forward. "Like…magical messenger pigeons."

"I want magical messenger pigeons," said Greta. "Papa Yuuri, will you let Greta play with the magical messenger pigeons?"

"Maybe there are magical bearbees too," Anissina mused.

"Yay!" Greta cheered. "Are you going to invent magical messenger pigeons and bearbees, Anissina?" She turned to look at her father. "I want two magical pigeons, and two magical bearbees Papa Yuuri, so they can talk with each other."

Gwendal paled and excused himself from the breakfast table.

"Would you mind lending me the magical messenger pigeon, Your Eminence?" Anissina asked sweetly.

"Sorry, I can't," Murata said.

Anissina's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"I mean, it's probably not a good idea to introduce technology from another planet, right?" Yuuri tried to explain.

"Wimp, you're not making any sense," Wolfram commented.

Anissina stormed off to her lab. "Fine, keep your technology a secret!" she shouted. "I'll invent something even better."


Yozak leaned against the castle wall and wondered how much longer Conrart would try to be the perfect lover. Not that he minded. He planned on taking full advantage of the unexpected attentiveness for as long as it lasted. Still, he would be glad when his friend started acting normal again.

He almost felt as if Conrart was drawing away. More polite but less sincere.

Unfortunately perfectly attentive usually didn't translate to perfect in bed. Yozak ran a hand through his hair and sighed. But if he was honest, as far as sexual performance went, Conrart wasn't the best partner he'd ever had. He wasn't the worst either. But some things were more important than sex, and Yozak figured that mediocre sex with Conrart was a lot better than no sex with Conrart. It wasn't a huge problem and Yozak figured it was mostly performance anxiety. Conrart just needed to relax and stop trying so hard.

Then Yozak felt a hand on his shoulder, and Conrart was whispering in his ear. "I have some spare time now, Yozak."

"Do you?" Yozak asked, his face lighting up. "Snuck away from the kiddo?"

Conrart smiled. "He has sword practice with Wolfram."

"Is that so? Let's not waste any time." Yozak pulled Conrart along down the hallway. "Well I think this room right here is empty," he said as he dragged Conrart into it. The room looked as if it hadn't been used for some time, and was empty except for some chairs and a desk.

"But what if the maids need to clean it or Gwendal comes looking for you?" Conrart protested.

"I guess it's a good thing there's a lock," Yozak said and turned the key.

Gwendal wouldn't be looking for Yozak or giving him any work. Not today anyway. The spy had made sure that Anissina had all the test subjects she needed for her newest round of inventions. Which meant that Gwendal was busy serving the greater good and advancing scientific discovery. The best kind of sacrifices for science were ones that involved someone else being burnt to a crisp or exploded, Yozak thought with a giggle.

"Why don't you sit down?" Yozak said as he pushed Conrart into a chair. "I'll start."

Conrart gave him a confused look.

"It's easier than leaning against the wall. Unless you would rather do it that way."

Conrart smiled. "Whichever you prefer is fine, Yozak."

Yozak gave an exasperated sigh, then started kissing Conrart while fumbling with the other man's belt buckle.

He slid Conrart's pants off and reached down to take off Conrart's underwear, then paused. "Oh, Captain…"

"What, didn't you say you wanted to see me wear these?" Conrart asked.

"Yeah," Yozak said, "I just never thought you'd look so good in them."

"Don't expect me to wear them all the time," Conrart said. "They're not very comfortable."

Yozak kneeled down and pushed Conrart's legs farther apart. He admired the bulge of Conrart's errection against the black royal thong. Yozak kissed the inside of Conrart's thigh, then worked himself up to the edge of the silky fabric. He exhaled slowly, putting his mouth close enough to touch silk and skin at the same time.

Conrart squirmed and started to remove the thong.

Yozak put a hand on top of Conrart's. "Wait just a little longer, please."

Yozak tugged on one side of the thong so he could reach his tongue in and start licking the base of Conrart's errection. Over and under, then low enough to tongue his balls.

"Oh, Yozak," Conrart gasped and gripped the chair harder.

Yozak decided Conrart had waited long enough and slipped the thong off. Then he pulled Conrart's hips forward and took the tip in his mouth. Conrart thrusted, and Yozak took more of the engorged member in his mouth and he reached back to support Conrart's hips.

Conrart thrusted until he reached a climax. "Yozak!" he shouted as he came.

Conrart slid down the chair to the floor, then took out a handkerchief to clean himself up.

Yozak giggled and jumped into the chair. "My turn!"

Conrart quickly slipped off Yozak's leggings and started running his tongue along the inside of Yozak's thigh, but his touch was light and tickled.

Yozak grimaced, but then decided if he didn't say anything he was as much to blame for mediocre sex as Conrart. He grabbed the back of Conrart's head and pressed down. "Just like that," Yozak said as he shifted, "You can press a little harder if you want, Captain. I won't break."

Conrart stopped and gave Yozak an annoyed look. "How come you got it right the first time?"

"You're not doing it wrong, I'm just telling you what I like," Yozak explained.

Conrart gave Yozak another annoyed look and then roughly pulled off Yozak's lacey pink underwear. The elastic snapped against a very delicate area.

"Ow!" Yozak yelped. "Careful with that, it can get caught on things."

"I thought you wanted it rough."

"Not that rough. I'd like to have everything still attached when you're done," Yozak said sarcastically. "And I'd rather not have all my undergarments ripped to shreds."

Conrart looked about to retort, but then grabbed the base of Yozak's errection and circled his tongue around the tip.

"Oh, Conrart!" Yozak gasped and braced his legs against the other man's shoulders for support. Then he grabbed the back of Conrart's head.

Yozak didn't last much longer, and soon, he was coming just as hard as Conrart had.


That night, after everyone else in the castle had gone to bed, Yozak sneaked into Conrart's room and crawled under the covers.

"Mmm, Yozak, I need to sleep," Conrart mumbled into his pillow.

Yozak reached over and wrapped his arms around Conrart's waist. "I plan on sleeping too. I need to get my beauty sleep after all."

Conrad turned on his side and grunted. "Good night then, Yozak."

Yozak snuggled up closer and kissed the back of Conrart's neck. "Good night, Conrart."

Yozak felt Conrart's muscles relax under his arms. He felt a slight pang of guilt. He had pushed Conrart too far, thinking only of the fastest way to get what he wanted. Maybe he should let things slow down a little, at least until Conrart didn't feel the need to act so perfect. He snuggled closer. Something like this was fun too after all.

He was warm and happy and started drifting off to sleep when Conrart suddenly rolled onto his back, facing up. Yozak adjusted his arm so the circulation wouldn't get cut off.

"Yozak, are you still awake?" Conrart asked.

"I am now."

"There's something I wanted to ask you." Conrart paused. "I'm going to Earth again soon. Is there anything you'd like me to bring back for you? A new dress perhaps?"

Yozak laughed. "As long as you remember to bring yourself back, that's all I need."

Conrart turned to face Yozak, a mischievous grin on his face. "I'll see what I can do. But I can't make any promises."

Yozak punched Conrart in the arm. "Why'd I have to fall for such an insensitive jerk?" he exclaimed dramatically.

Conrart chuckled. "Maybe," he said and reached out to play with a lock of Yozak's hair. "Maybe you can come with us this time."

Yozak almost sat up in shock. "Really?"

"That is, if you want to go," Conrad amended.

Yozak moved closer to embrace Conrart again. "But are you sure you want me to go?" he teased. "You're going to have to keep an eye on me with all those gorgeous Earth men around."

"That's what I plan on doing."

Yozak hugged Conrart tighter.

Then he thought of something. "This isn't about baseball, is it?" Yozak asked suspiciously.

"Maybe."

Yozak sighed dramatically and climbed on top of Conrart. "If I have to play more baseball I expect you to take me shopping."

Conrart grunted under the weight. "Whatever you want, Yozak."

Yozak sat up. "Okay," he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Then he laid down again, fast enough to body slam Conrart.

"Ow! Yozak, you're too heavy to do that. Get off."

"You said, 'whatever I wanted," Yozak reminded him as he slid off so he was by Conrart's side once again.

"I was talking about shopping, not being body-slammed."

"You need to be more specific."

Conrart rolled over. "Fine."

Yozak waited a minute. "You know Conrart," he began. "It's okay to tell me what you want once in a while."

"I want to go to sleep."

"Okay," Yozak said, and wrapped his arms around Conrart's shoulders.