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A/N: ...ummm...hi? -pokes head out- Yes, I know that you all must hate me so much for not updating in so long... I've had a lot going on and I really just didn't have time for writing this summer, but I know that doesn't make it any better. I apologize from the bottom of my heart for the wait. Let me know if this chapter makes it any better at all. I promise I will try to keep going strong. Now that my pathetic drivel is over:

PLEASE remember that the rating for this fanfic has changed to M! I will warn you now that Wolfram has a dirty whore mouth in this one-shot, which makes it overall dirtier than previous chapters. I know I still have a few young readers, so please do not continue if it might make you uncomfortable. I don't want to be responsible for scarring your impressionable little minds with smuttiness. T_T Also, it will become apparent as you keep reading, but just to clarify now: this takes place 10 years into the future and Yuuri and Wolfram have been married for a few years.


Chapter 17: He Isn't a Demon Without Horns


Wolfram was gazing at him with heavy-lidded eyes, but Yuuri didn't realize they were bedroom eyes, because he was struggling to open his own.

"Morning, Wolf," he mumbled drowsily.

"Yuuri."

Suddenly, the demon king found it possible to fully open his eyes as he was all but tackled by his husband. Wolfram's lips were on his own, but instead of their usual "good morning" kiss, this one was deep and seductive, and Wolfram made no effort to hide the desperate craving he had apparently been harboring since before Yuuri had woken up.

When he pulled away, he left Yuuri gasping for air. "W-Wolfram?" he asked nervously.

He was met with a smirk. "Are you ready for round two?"

The demon king's eyes widened slightly more. "Round two? I have a meeting with the ten aristocrats this morning-"

Wolfram scowled. "I'm offering you the time of your life and all you can think about is politics?"

Yuuri laughed gently. "Someone's a little emotional this morning."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he froze. Wolfram's scowl immediately deepened and the Maou quickly pressed a kiss to his lips in response, hoping to quell the wrath he had just undoubtedly invoked.

"Of course I'm thinking about what I want to do to you," he murmured, and Wolfram seemed to simmer down quite a bit. "But I'm also trying to be responsible."

"Fuck being responsible!" Wolfram burst out, a threatening growl in his throat. "I want you, right here and right now."

Yuuri raised his eyebrows "Well, that's a first. Don't you always harp on me about being a strong, responsible Maou?" he grinned.

Wolfram's green eyes glinted in anger. He had no time for Yuuri's usual nonsense. "Being a strong, responsible husband comes first. Now would you just shut up and do me already, you impossible wimp?!"

Yuuri gulped as he realized Wolfram was dead serious, and the need to tease his fiery lover quickly died out. He was hardly ever addressed by "wimp" anymore, and, quite frankly, it turned him on. For whatever reason, Wolfram's passion was raging, and there was no way Yuuri could let the opportunity go to waste. Wolf wanted him to prove himself in bed? Well then, by all means, that was what he was going to do.

Without warning, Yuuri slapped Wolfram's left cheek so hard that the blonde briefly thought he was seeing stars. It wasn't a move Yuuri pulled out all that often, but it was one of his favorites. It was his special way of reminding Wolfram that he was still just as in love with him as the moment they'd met. In fact, he tried to make the slap harder each time, to show how much his love for the other man grew each and every day. This time, it elicited a moan from Wolfram's lips that sent shivers down Yuuri's back and sprung him to action.

He kissed Wolfram forcefully as they struggled for control, suddenly glad that they'd chosen not to redress after their round last night. It saved so much time when he didn't need to rip clothes off the other man's body. He pinned him down to the mattress and hissed in his ear, "I think I need to torture you a little..."

"Fuck!" Wolfram snapped back. He thrust upward, trying to make contact with Yuuri so that he'd cave, but the Maou seemed adept at avoiding his touch. "Don't play with me right now, Yuuri!" He looked pissed as hell, and his breathing was so heavy it almost made his partner nervous. Wolfram gritted his teeth and growled, "What do you want me to do, beg?"

Yuuri smirked wickedly. "Couldn't hurt," he responded flippantly. The look in Wolfram's eyes said that he would really regret that later.

But, for the time being, the blonde was forced to resort to such a demeaning manner.

"Please," he groaned loudly. "Skip the God damned foreplay! I just want you to pound me, Yuuri!" He thrashed about, trying to escape Yuuri's hold. But whether the Maou was just that strong now or he was channeling some of his magical power, he wouldn't let go. Wolfram's face was in complete desperation as he yelled, "Put it up me, split my ass in two, fuck me into the mattress until your dick is raw!"

Never in Yuuri's life had he heard his prideful demon husband voice his need with such unabashed desire. That was all it took for him to completely lose it.


"Your Majesty, you look extremely worn out," Conrart remarked in concern as the Maou left his meeting with the ten aristocrats. "Is everything okay?"

"It's been 10 years, and you still can't call me Yuuri?" He smiled weakly at the running joke they shared before answering the question. "Yeah, I am. Probably just a little cold or something though. Don't worry about it."

"And are you sure this has nothing to do with Wolfram?"

Yuuri's eyes shot wide open. "W—Conrad!"

The older man just smiled back at him. "Don't look so surprised. Your room may be soundproofed, but it's not like I don't know how married couples enjoy spending their free time."

The Maou's face was red. "Please, Conrad, I can't talk about this with you!"

"I just wanted to make sure it doesn't get in the way of your—"

"Responsibilities," Yuuri cut in with a sigh. "I get it, okay? If I didn't screw anything up during our honeymoon phase, then you have nothing to worry about now."

Conrart just nodded. "Of course, Yuuri. But remember, you both took a well-needed rest after your wedding. Gwendal, Gunter, and I are more than capable of handling things around here if you and Wolfram feel the need to go on another holiday."

Yuuri made a face. "Gah! Will you please stop talking about that!"

They reached the door to his office and stopped.

"Now, I'm going to do my paperwork, so please don't worry, Conrad. That's an order," Yuuri instructed him.

Conrart smiled in return. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Yuuri slipped in and shut the door with a sigh of relief. But he barely had time to pause before someone's arms snaked around him from behind. He let out a yelp as he was pushed to the wall and his mouth was attacked by a set of ravenous lips.

"Wolfram!" he gasped out.

The blonde demon smirked. "Well, Yuuri, you left me for that stupid meeting. What did you expect?"

"Definitely not this!"

The poor, confused half of the royal couple didn't get a response. Wolfram made sure to click the lock on the door before he pounced, pushing Yuuri roughly to the ground and knocking the breath out of his lungs. The Maou winced in surprise. Why was he so relentless today?! It wasn't like he'd skipped out in the middle—he made sure Wolfram had made it to completion before heading to his meeting.

Wolfram didn't even bother with Yuuri's gakuran; he headed straight for the pants, stripping them off his body and throwing them across the room in one swift motion.

"You're going to regret what you did this morning," Wolfram smirked evilly.

Yuuri gulped, both parts terrified and intrigued. "What are you going to do to me?"

In response, Wolfram summoned his element and a circle of flames spread around them on the stone floor. "Don't move, or you'll get burned," he murmured into Yuuri's ear.

Yuuri shivered, but it didn't stop him from being coy. "I think you're forgetting my element is water—"

The flames around him intensified, rising to a sweltering temperature. "Don't you dare put it out," Wolfram hissed. "Or do you want my overly concerned big brother to come running back and find you like this?"

That immediately shut him up. "O-okay. I'm not moving."

Wolfram smirked back and bent over him. "You're going to be here for a long, long time," he warned before flicking his tongue slowly around Yuuri's—


Yuuri awoke to every single muscle in his body aching. He stared up at the ceiling in wonderful, wretched despair. The desk in his office, a chest in the treasure room, the royal bath—was there anyplace in the castle that they hadn't defiled yesterday? He snuck a glance at Wolfram, who was now sleeping soundly like an innocent little angel beside him. Such a beautiful, deceitful face.

Dinner with the aristocrats had been a nightmare, too. Yuuri had tried to do his job and entertain all of them with meaningful conversation; Wolfram kept batting sexy eyes at him and made sure to suck on every single bit of food on his plate. Eventually he had slipped away into the big kitchen pantry, with Yuuri following behind, and they'd had another round there. They never made it back to dinner.

With a soft groan, Yuuri slipped out of bed quietly. He had to find Conrad; he was about to take him up on that offer. It was becoming impossible to juggle his schedule with an overly horny husband who just wouldn't quit. They were going to get caught in an awkward position, and that would be the end of his reign for sure. Hell, everyone in his kingdom would probably banish him back to Earth and send Wolfram along with him, and then they'd be stuck in a tiny Japanese house with the rest of his family and absolutely no room to fulfill all of Wolf's crazy desires. It sounded like a nightmare.

"Yuuri?"

The Maou sighed in relief at the sight of Conrart and Gisela approaching. "Thank God. Conrad, am I glad to see you."

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. "The maids said you locked yourself in here last night after you and Wolfram fled the dining room."

Yuuri spouted the first story that came to mind. "I had a really upset stomach, so Wolfram took care of me and..." His voice trailed off and he let out a groan. "It's a lie, it's all a lie! Conrad, I need a break," he all but begged.

Conrart laughed gently. "I don't doubt it, after hearing what Gisela had to say."

For the first time, Yuuri realized that the healer was there, too. "Gisela! I'm sorry; I was so wound up that I forgot to greet you," he apologized.

"That's okay, Your Majesty," she replied sweetly. "It's the morning sickness, isn't it? You know, the phrase is really misleading. It can hit at any time of day."

The Maou stared back at her blankly.

"Wolfram?" she prodded gently. "He's been getting morning sickness, hasn't he? That's why you both look so tired?"

Yuuri shook his head slowly, trying to process what she could possibly be saying. "No...that's not it at all..."

"You mean he isn't pregnant yet?" she asked in surprise. "Oh, Your Majesty, I'm so sorry I intruded. I know you've both been trying since Greta left the castle, so when Conrart mentioned something was wrong, I assumed that's what it was..." Her brow wrinkled in concern. "Do you need me to—"

Gisela's voice came to an abrupt halt as Yuuri passed out cold on the floor.


"Yuuri...Yuuri..."

He blinked his eyes open slowly to see Wolfram leaning over him, worry etched into his face. His head was pounding.

"W-wha...happened?" Yuuri asked in bewilderment.

"You're awake!" Wolfram beamed, shaking him by the shoulders. "Oh, Yuuri, I was so scared you'd die before our child was born!" He was overflowing with a very uncharacteristic bubbliness.

"Lord Wolfram," Gisela cut in sharply. "What did I tell you about the patient's state of mind? It's that kind of shock that made him hit his head!"

Wolfram smiled sheepishly, like a puppy dog caught misbehaving. "Right. Sorry, Gisela..."

Yuuri sat up straighter as it came flooding back. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. "What are you both talking about!" he yelled at Wolfram.

Wolf just batted his long eyelashes. "Well, Yuuri, after Greta got married, it was just...lonely around the castle. I know you felt it, too. You looked so far away sometimes, and I knew it was because she was gone. So, I...thought maybe it was time to actually have a baby with you. I'm not getting any younger, you know." He crossed his arms defiantly.

Yuuri spoke through gritted teeth this time, slowly and more controlled. "What. Are. You. Talking. About."

Wolfram furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Did that bump on your head do more damage than—"

"BOYS CAN'T GET PREGNANT!" Yuuri burst out, his chest heaving. He had a scared, wild sort of look in his eyes, and he turned to Gisela for confirmation. "Boys can't get pregnant. Right? RIGHT?!"

She took a deep breath. "Oh my goodness. This is worse than I thought..." She turned to Wolfram angrily. "You thought it would be a good idea to get pregnant before even telling your husband that it was possible?!"

"He's been the Maou for TEN years, how was I supposed to know he didn't know that all demons could get pregnant?!" Wolfram yelled back.

"STOP!" Yuuri burst out angrily, shocking them both into silence. "One of you explain what is happening, right now," he ordered.

"I'm bearing your child," Wolfram offered with a weak smile.

"Congratulations?" Gisela chimed in.