Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou!


A/N: I'm back from Japan! :D It was so amazing there. I miss it already.

...HOLY COW THIS CHAPTER IS LONG. And I don't even know if I like it! T_T It was extremely hard for me to write jealous Yuuri. I'm so used to his calm nature. XD And this is another request from AZ1087653, by the way. :) So I reeeeally hope I did okay with it! It's kind of a sequel to one of my earlier chapters, Playing With Fire. :)


Satisfaction


It was the third day in a row now that Wolfram hadn't been standing outside the door, waiting impatiently for Yuuri to finish his studies with Günter. The young Maou stepped out into the empty hallway and let out a disappointed sigh at this realization. Not that he looked forward to seeing that grouchy bishounen face every day, but it was still nice to have someone waiting on him. He knew Wolfram had other duties, but somehow he always found time to greet Yuuri after a long, boring day of studying and try to convince him to skip playing catch with Conrad so that he could get Yuuri all to himself. The thought of this made the double black chuckle.

So where was Wolfram now? What could he possibly be so busy with that he neglected his beloved fiancé? Shouldn't he at least be watching to make sure Yuuri stayed faithful and all that other nonsense that he liked to go on about?

"Wolfram?" Conrart chuckled when Yuuri asked him about it. "No, he's got nothing especially important to do that I'm aware of. Why the sudden inquiry, Your Majesty?"

"Well, look around. Normally he's watching us play and yelling about me spending all my time with you. But where is he?" Yuuri huffed.

Conrart's eyes twinkled. "Yuuri, don't tell me my brother's possessive nature is rubbing off on you."

"What? No," Yuuri scoffed. "I'm just worried about him."

"In that case, there's really nothing to be worried about. You know as well as I do that Wolfram is perfectly capable of handling himself," he smiled, "and I'm sure he'd be highly offended if you thought otherwise."

Yeah, but not worrying was a whole lot easier said than done. And besides, Wolf would probably be thrilled to know Yuuri was thinking about him.

Yuuri cut their game of catch short to go look for his absent fiancé. Maybe he was doing some intense training with his soldiers. He could just picture Wolfram putting them through hell and the thought brought a smile to his face.

But when he spotted someone in the blue and yellow uniform who wasn't Wolfram, that theory fell through.

"He gave us the week off from training, Your Majesty. In fact, it's the first time this has happened in years."

"He did what?" Yuuri stared at the soldier blankly. "Did he say why?"

"Just that he was extremely busy," the man replied.

"Busy with what?" Yuuri turned to leave, cursing under his breath. Now there was definitely something to be worried about. What reason could Wolfram possibly have to give his soldiers a break from their training? Wolfram never gave anyone a break from anything. (And Yuuri knew that better than most.)

One of the maids apparently overheard the conversation and caught Yuuri as he was walking away.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, but I've seen Lord Wolfram," she interjected.

Yuuri's face lit up. "Really? Where?"

"He was in the dining room with another handsome man," she giggled. "I only caught a glimpse of them. I didn't want to interrupt."

Yuuri's eyes widened in horror. What…the hell?! Interrupt what?!

He didn't bother to respond, not even to say thank you. Instead, he took off sprinting for the castle, disgusting images playing in his head the whole way there.

Yuuri stopped, out of breath and panting, when he finally found Wolfram in a hallway close to the kitchen.

"Wolfram!" he yelled out.

The blonde turned around in surprise. "Yuuri? What are you doing here?" he asked curiously.

"What am I doing here?" he laughed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Wolfram narrowed his eyes, clearly not pleased at all with Yuuri's tone. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Yuuri clarified, standing up a little straighter now that he'd caught his breath, "why the hell did one of the maids catch you with some guy in the dining room?"

Wolfram looked startled, and then he burst out laughing. "Yuuri. Do you mean Rishley?"

Yuuri bristled at his attitude. "I don't know his name, and I don't know what's so amusing, either."

"Yuuri, Rishley is a guest to the castle and I'm merely being hospitable," Wolfram explained. "It's nothing to get worked up over. Now if you'll excuse me..."

He waited on Yuuri, who gave him a very reluctant nod of dismissal. Something wasn't right here. Wolfram wouldn't neglect his fiancé and give his soldiers time off for any guy. This Rishley person (and what kind of dumb name was that?) had to be more than just a guest.

But Yuuri knew he was starting to act crazy and irrational and completely unlike himself. He couldn't just accuse Wolfram of something without a legitimate reason.

So he waited until Wolfram had slipped into the kitchen and then cracked the door open silently and peered inside. It wasn't stalking. Wolfram was his fiancé, after all, and that gave Yuuri a right to know what he was doing.

Rishley WAS impressive looking, Yuuri noticed with chagrin. He looked about Conrad's age, and he had huge, pretty eyes with long lashes. Damn him to hell.

"I just ran into Yuuri," he overheard Wolfram say. "We need to be more careful, Rishley. I don't want him catching on."

Yuuri's eyes widened. So Wolfram was hiding something from him. Who was this pretty boy bastard who'd come to tempt his fiancé away? Had they been lovers before Yuuri had come to Shin Makoku? Wolfram never talked about past relationships... Then again, Yuuri had always just assumed he'd never let anyone get close to him. But maybe that assumption had been wrong.

"Don't worry, Lord Wolfram," Rishley smiled charmingly. "I've had plenty of experience dealing with suspicious lovers."

What?! He was some kind of whore?! Wolfram was a guy with dignity! And pride! Why would he ever stoop that low?!

"Here, try this," Rishley was saying, and Yuuri watched in stupefied horror as the man stuck an icing-covered finger into Wolfram's mouth.

Rage flooded him and he pressed himself against the wall, willing his body not to transform. The desire for vengeance consumed him, pulsing through his veins and making his heart pound. He dropped to the floor, clutching his head and trying to resist those kinds of thoughts.

But all he could picture was Wolfram licking and sucking that other man's finger, and the Maou inside of him wanted blood.


"You're late."

Yuuri's voice was strangely deep when his fiancé finally entered their bedchamber for the night.

Wolfram's eyes narrowed as he began to undress. "I wasn't aware that I had a curfew," he retorted.

"Usually you're waiting on me when I come in," Yuuri pointed out, pursing his lips together tightly.

"Oh, well it must have been so hard to have it the other way around for one night," the blonde scoffed.

That struck a nerve, so Yuuri changed the subject, determined to remain on the offense. "Where have you been all day?" he demanded.

Wolfram rolled his eyes. "I told you, I was showing Rishley around and—"

"You were with him just now?" Yuuri's pupils contracted and his breathing grew heavier as he once again struggled to keep his body under control.

Wolfram looked at him curiously, his voice tinged with concern. "Yuuri, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?! What do you think is wrong? Do you have no shame, no remorse for your actions?" He was shaking.

Wolfram let out a growl. "I haven't done anything I should be ashamed of!" he snapped, throwing his shirt to the floor. "What exactly are you trying to accuse me of here?"

"Don't even try to play clueless with me!" Yuuri fumed. He jumped to the floor, stalking Wolfram like a lion. "I saw you in the kitchen with him." His dark eyes were raging as he shoved the boy roughly into a corner.

Wolfram's own eyes widened in fear. Could Yuuri have possibly seen what he'd been up to? But then why was he so angry? Even if Wolfram had messed something up, he'd thought Yuuri would still appreciate his efforts. After all, he was trying so hard...

"You—you were spying on us?" he stuttered lamely.

"Yes, I was!" Yuuri responded defiantly. "And I had every right to! You belong to me, or have you forgotten that?" He snarled, and his grip on Wolfram's shoulders tightened as he pushed him against the wall harder still.

"Yuuri..." A thrill ran through Wolfram's body. He didn't know what Yuuri had seen, but he'd given himself some serious misconceptions. "Are you jealous?" the blonde asked softly.

"No!" he shouted back defensively. "Stop trying to cross-examine me!"

"You are jealous," Wolfram said smugly. "And the last time you got this jealous, you turned into the Maou. Remember?" he whispered suggestively, running a finger across Yuuri's lips.

Yuuri's face flushed, from both anger and embarrassment. Yes, he did remember, and he was fighting against it with all his might. "I told you to stop it!" he yelled. "I am not transforming tonight!"

"Oh, but I wish you would," Wolfram kept teasing him. "It's been so long since we had sex..."

Yuuri stood there panting for a moment, his rage building up. "That gives you no fucking excuse to cheat on me!" he roared.

Wolfram's mouth dropped open in offense. "I'm doing nothing of the sort!" he insisted. "How dare you accuse me of something so despicable!"

"How dare I?" Yuuri scoffed. "I'm not the one who had some asshole's finger in his mouth!"

Wolfram glared at him. "I'm pretty sure I would've had something else in my mouth if I was cheating on you," he hissed.

"That's it! You aren't leaving this room tonight!" Yuuri barked.

"I wasn't planning to," Wolfram retorted bitterly. "But I'd like to see you try and stop me if I did, wimp!"

In response, Yuuri seized him painfully and threw him down on the mattress. "I order you to stay in this bed."

Wolfram drew in a breath. He had no idea how hot that sounded, did he? Yuuri never acted so dominant and commanding. So Wolfram decided to push him a little more. "Doesn't stop me from thinking about anyone I want."

"You will think about me!" Yuuri insisted. He gripped Wolfram's jaw and pulled his mouth closer, kissing him angrily.

Wolfram shivered, submitting quite gladly. He clung desperately to Yuuri and wrapped his legs around the other boy, who pushed his hips forcefully against Wolfram in return. Yuuri grasped at his blonde hair and panted into his mouth.

"You're mine."

Wolfram let out a soft cry as Yuuri nipped his bottom lip and moved onto his neck.

"Y-yes, Yuuri, I'm yours," Wolfram tried to reassure him. "Only yo—nn!"

Yuuri sucked hard on his neck, undoubtedly leaving a mark on his porcelain skin. "Oh, I'll make sure of that. You want sex, Wolfram? I'll give it to you, way better than anyone else could."

Wolfram felt hot and flushed all over, and it was hard to see straight anymore. "Y-Yuuri," he murmured as the other boy devoured his skin. "Y-y-you don't have to do this just b-because of Rishley. I d-didn't cheat on you..."

"Then why aren't you begging for it?" he snapped. "You would normally jump at the chance to be with me!" He ran his fingers down Wolfram's chest, trying his best to turn him on.

Wolfram gasped at the touch, which was remarkably soft compared to the rest of Yuuri's behavior. He was already turned on, but the double black was making it worse. "I-I want to, I do...," Wolfram's voice was hoarse, "b-but I would never cheat on you, and I need you to realize that!"

Yuuri narrowed his eyes. "Then sleep with me," he demanded.

"What?" How would that prove anything? Yuuri had completely lost it. Not that Wolfram minded this kind of insanity...

"I'm going to fuck you so well that I know you won't want anyone else. And then you're going to tell Rishley that I satisfy you in a way he never could and that you don't want to see him again." His dark eyes were steeled over with a determination that was more suited to the Maou than to his mild-mannered alter-ego.

Wolfram's whole body was flushed, and his pants felt incredibly tight. "Yuuri, you're the only one who could satisfy me...," he murmured insistently, unable to look him in the eye.

"Then let me."

"F-f-fine..." Wolfram shivered as Yuuri's tongue ran slowly over his nipple. How was he supposed to resist the boy who held so much power over him?


"Happy birthday, Your Ma-o-oh!"

A shrill shriek and a loud metal clank awoke the sleeping boys. Wolfram immediately blushed, realizing that although Yuuri's body hid some of his, he was pretty much exposed to the whole world. He ducked under their blanket as Yuuri sat up with a start.

The young king let out a groan. "I appreciate it, but why didn't you knock?" he complained. "Everyone knows Wolfram sleeps here too."

The maid kept her face to the ground as she cleaned up the ruined breakfast that littered the floor, shaking with shame. "L-L-Lord Wolfram said that it should be a surprise—"

Yuuri sighed. "Just please knock next time? So I can make sure we're both decent and we don't give you another fright?"

The maid nodded vigorously. "Yes, Your Majesty! I promise! But...your breakfast..."

Infuriated and humiliated, Wolfram yelled out from under the covers, "Go back to the kitchen and make it again!"

Yuuri smiled at her. "That's not necessary. Just clean up the mess and I'll be fine."

Wolfram yanked the blanket off his head, although the rest of his body was still hidden. "It is necessary! It's your fucking birthday, Yuuri! You should have breakfast in bed!"

Yuuri waved the girl off and turned to face him. "I could always eat you," he smirked.

"That's outrageous!" Wolfram's face darkened into a cute shade of pink and he tried to throw the blanket over his head again, but Yuuri grabbed hold of it. "Keep your dirty talk for, well—bedtime!" the blonde demanded.

"But it's my birthday. Don't I get what I want, all day long?" Yuuri whined.

"You have obligations!" Wolfram insisted. "So go get dressed!"

With a sigh, Yuuri gave up on the morning sex. But not on seeing his midnight demand fulfilled. "Fine. You too. But as soon as we are dressed, you're going to go talk to Rishley before I beat the shit out of him."

Wolfram narrowed his eyes. "What's gotten into you? Has the Maou possessed you without any physical change?"

"Why? Was I that good?" came the smug response.

"That's not what I meant!" Wolfram yelled, jumping up and yanking on his clothes. "Now get your ass out of bed," he muttered.


Yuuri didn't get a chance to talk to Rishley, or even see him. As soon as he left his room, Günter had him cornered, dragging him off for last minute etiquette studies, dancing lessons, and alterations to his evening attire.

"Oh, Yuuri, you look so cute!"

He turned around in confusion to find Miko.

"Hold still, Your Majesty," Günter chided him as the maids fitted his outfit.

"Mom?"

"Don't act so surprised, silly, you should've known Mommy would never miss your birthday! And oooh, does Wolfie-chan look beautiful!" she cooed, clasping her hands together. "I'm sure all of the young ladies will just faint when they see the royal couple!"

His face darkened a little. If Rishley was anywhere near his fiancé right now, that man had something coming to him.

"Can I please go now? I want to see him," Yuuri said anxiously.

Miko gave Günter her best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Lord GünGün? Yuu-chan just can't stand to be away from his Wolfie-chan. Look at him!"

"Mom," Yuuri groaned, although he was blushing.

"Well, the banquet is about to start...," Günter receded. "I suppose it would be best to make sure Wolfram is ready, since both of you must enter together."

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" Miko squealed. She grabbed her son by the hand as if she was his playmate instead of his mother. "Come on, Yuu-chan, I bet he's waiting for you right now!"


"I don't need to wear makeup," Wolfram was protesting as Yuuri and Miko barged in on him. "I'm not a girl."

Lady Celi was holding a tube of lipstick to his mouth and he looked extremely agitated. "But Wolfie baby, I'm sure Yuuri will appreciate the way it accentuates your lips and makes them look full and soft," she chided, turning to Yuuri for support and winking at him. "Right, Your Majesty?"

"Uh—" Yuuri flushed at the unexpected question.

"It's flavored, too," she went on. "So if you feel like licking it off of him later—"

"Mother, that's enough!" Wolfram yelled in outrage. "What Yuuri and I do in private is none of your business!"

The two women giggled at him. "Come on, Celi, we should probably let them have a private moment before the banquet starts," Miko winked.

"Ooh, yes, Jennifer, you're right..."

Yuuri let out a sigh of relief once they were gone. "They're a nightmare together," he commented.

Wolfram shook his head. "No, your mother is a saint," he protested. "Mine's the one who makes inappropriate comments."

"Not like mine tries to stop her!"

Their eyes met, and the two boys shared a laugh. Yuuri paused to finally take in Wolfram, who was dressed in a very pretty green kimono that had blue and pink flowers painted on it.

"Don't say anything," Wolfram warned. "I already know how feminine it is."

"It looks good on you," Yuuri said softly.

A soft pink tinged Wolfram's cheeks, but Yuuri wasn't done speaking yet.

"Rishley better not have been in here watching you get dressed," he muttered.

Wolfram narrowed his eyes. "Oh please, Yuuri. You're still stuck on that nonsense. Rishley has no interest in me. He is completely aware of the fact that we're engaged."

"That doesn't mean he has no interest!" Yuuri snapped. "That's like saying you aren't attracted to Anne Hathaway because she's married! About a million guys and probably girls would fuck her if they could!"

"Who?" Wolfram demanded sharply.

"She's an actress back on Earth, and that's not the point—"

"No, the point is that there are a lot of people waiting on us and you'd better behave yourself tonight," Wolfram chided him. He held out a hand. "Now escort me to the banquet properly."

Reluctantly, Yuuri stopped talking and gave Wolfram his arm. "Don't forget that you made me a promise," he mumbled under his breath.

"Behave," Wolfram repeated himself.


Wolfram was right, there were a lot of people waiting to wish Yuuri a happy birthday. After greeting all of the dignitaries, the couple was free to mingle with everyone else, and that was when the devil himself appeared before them.

"You look great."

Yuuri's eyes narrowed sharply. "Who are you talking to, Rishley?" He spat out the name like it had left a nasty flavor in his mouth.

The taller man smiled amiably. "Well, both of you, of course. You make a great couple."

Bull shit, Yuuri thought to himself. He was definitely trying to cover up for his interest in Wolfram.

"Thank you. And I believe my fiancé has something to tell you." He stared pointedly at the boy standing next to him.

Wolfram's eyes widened. "Yuuri!" he hissed.

Yuuri just continued to stare at him, waiting silently until Wolfram gave in.

His cheeks burned painfully in embarrassment as he glanced up at Rishley. "I just wanted to say that...ahem...Yuuri satisfied me in a way that no one else could last night. And I don't think I'll need to see you again."

Rishley's eyes twinkled in amusement. "Well, I'm happy to hear that your intercourse is so satisfying." He turned his attention to Yuuri once more. "You know, there are a lot of pretty women here, Your Majesty. Don't let yourself get distracted, or someone might snatch Wolfram up when you aren't paying attention to him."

Yuuri's mouth dropped open. How dare this bastard threaten him like that! "Don't worry," he snapped, "Wolfram will have my full attention all night long. So I suggest you keep your hands—and fingers—to yourself."

With that being said, Yuuri left Rishley to puzzle over his strange remark and led Wolfram to the dance floor. To Wolfram's relief, all the lessons must have paid off, because Yuuri was a lot more graceful than he would have expected. Girls tried to cut in a few times to dance with His Majesty, but Yuuri politely declined, explaining that he wanted to spend the rest of his birthday with his lover.

"Really, Yuuri, we don't have to dance to every song," Wolfram sighed as a girl walked away, clutching her nose. "You look exhausted."

"I'm completely fine," Yuuri insisted, panting. "If I stop, then Rishley will try to steal you."

"You are ridiculous. Now come on." Wolfram tugged at his arm. "We'll sneak out of here. Then you can take a break, and you don't have to worry yourself over stupid things."

Yuuri mulled over that for about two seconds before following Wolfram's lead. The blonde dragged him into the dining room and locked the door behind them.

It took Yuuri a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, and then he realized that there were candlesticks flickering on the table, which was set for two.

"Wolfram...?"

"I...I prepared this for you, Yuuri. Happy birthday."

A soft smile spread across the double black's face, and he squeezed Wolfram's hand tightly. All of his favorite Japanese foods were laid out for him, along with a little birthday cake and a bottle of wine. Wolfram pulled out his seat for him like a gentleman and took the one across the table.

"When did you find time to do all this?" Yuuri asked in amazement.

Wolfram rolled his eyes and smiled. "Oh, let's see. Must have been when I was with Rishley."

Yuuri frowned. "That isn't funny, Wolfram. You know I hate that bastard."

The blonde laughed at him. "Yuuri, that bastard is an event planner. He planned the banquet and this as well. He didn't even really have time for both, but I convinced him to help me because I wanted to do something special for you. Something personal. So that you'd notice me..."

His voice trailed off and Yuuri stared at him, dumbfounded. "Wait...what?"

"When you saw him stick his finger in my mouth, I was just testing the icing for that cake." Wolfram pointed.

Yuuri blinked at the cute little cake that read "Happy Birthday! Love, Wolfram" in hiragana and katakana. Wolfram had even taken the time to write it in Japanese for him. His eyes welled up a little.

"Oh God, Wolfram, I'm sorry," he said earnestly, reaching across the table for his hand. "I...I don't know what got into me."

Wolfram smiled back at him. "I think I do. Because it happens to me all the time. I just don't force you sleep with me." He stuck his tongue out playfully.

"I-I didn't force you! I asked permission!" Yuuri protested, blushing.

Wolfram got up from his seat and walked over to Yuuri, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you," he murmured.

Yuuri trembled, blinking back tears. He felt so nice, and happy, and warm. What was this feeling?

"I love you, too," he murmured back, clutching Wolfram tightly to himself.

Wolfram planted a light kiss on his lips and then smirked mischievously. "After dinner, you can eat me if you want." He stuck out his tongue. "That's why I locked the door."