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Wolfram�s Bruise

Written by: Chocho (chochowilliams)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh or the characters from
it.� I do not make any money from the
writing of this story.

Summary: An errand leads to much more.

Chapter summary:� G�nter is
searching for Wolfram, but cannot seem to find him. Little does he know that
�Little Lord Brat� is helping our dear Demon King �relax� during his break.

Warning: drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M sexual situation

Inserts:�
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A/N: By popular
demand, the series is now consolidated!�
Yeah!�

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Chapter
2: Wolfram�s Second Bruise

�His Majesty Yuri Shibuya Harujuku Furi, the 27^th
Demon King, and GLORY TO THE FIRST GREAT DEMON KING AND HIS PEOPLE, THE DEMON
TRIBE.� OH, NEVER FORGET THAT THE ENTIRE WORLD FIRST
BEGAN WITH US, THE DEMON TRIBE.� WITH THE
POWER, WISDOM AND BRAVERY THAT DEFEATED EVEN THE ORIGINATORS THE DEMON TRIBE
WILL PROSPER FOR ETERNITY, otherwise known as the Great Demon Kingdom, as
Grantor(s), for the consideration of Seventeen Hundred and Fifty-Three Dollars
($1753) a month, hereby convey, grant and deed to JOCHEN BUTCHERS, a Sole
Proprietorship, as Grantee, the real property located in the County of��

Groaning, Yuri tossed the grant deed aside.� The parchment fluttered across the desk to
land on the lip of the desk.� It teetered
precariously.�

His mind had turned to mush sometime before lunch.� Even now, a couple of hours before dinner, he
could feel it oozing from his ear.

He did not understand a word he just read.� It went in one ear and out the other.� It was something about granting some guy some
land he could rent to open up a butcher shop in town, or something.� Or, that was what Yuri got out of it
anyway.� He could be wrong as he so often
was.� Maybe if he could actually
understand what it was he was supposed to be signing, it would help make this
process run along more smoothly.� Or if
G�nter or even Gwendal were here to help explain all
this to him like they always were.� But
G�nter had been called away earlier and had since gone MIA and Gwendal was not exactly speaking to him at the moment.

Yuri took in the piles of paperwork that he still
had to go through before he retired for the night with an evil eye.

Or maybe G�nter was just scared away by the massive
piles that seemed to be never ending lately.

Usually, Gwendal looked
through everything and decided what should go before the Demon King to sign and
what was not even worth his time.� All
Yuri had to do in the past was sign his name at the bottom.� But not anymore.� Over the last year, Gwendal
has slowly been relinquishing what had been his duties ever since his mother,
the Lady Celi, resigned as Demon Queen back to the
current Demon King.

On one hand, knowing Gwendal
as he did, Yuri would not put it passed his Commander-and-Chief to prioritize
this paperwork by his own standards, which was not always a good thing.� So in that way, it was a good thing that Yuri
finally had a chance to go through everything and decide what was given
precedence without the others breathing down his neck.

But of course, there was a down side.

Yuri used to complain before about how much work he
had as the Demon King even though he was still just a kid and a newbie king at
that.� He had had hardly any time to
spend with his fianc� and their daughter let alone get a full night�s sleep,
but now Yuri did not have time to scratch his nose.

If Yuri was not settling some stupid dispute over
the littlest, most idiotic thing, he was stopping some band of misfits from
causing some sort of destruction in his kingdom- whether they were human or
Demon.�

Or he was granting requests from people who wanted
to change their names legally, or who wanted to start up a new business.� There were people like Ewald
Probst who wanted to erect a marble statue in the
center of town of the new Demon King.�
Yuri even spent one day a week just denying the countless marriage proposals
he got.� Of course, he told Wolfram
nothing of these.� Yuri had even denied
requests from Lady Von Karbelnikoff to use him as a
guinea pig.� Though, he had granted her
request to use Gwendal, which was-Yuri suspected- the
main reason behind why the Commander-and-Chief was currently not speaking to
His Majesty.� It did not bother Yuri in
the least though.� It served the elder
Demon right for dumping everything onto the shoulders of a seventeen year
old.�

If that was not enough, he still had lessons with
G�nter.� They were never-ending.� It was mostly because G�nter knew nothing
about how to effectively teach.� Wolfram
called him a wimp, but G�nter droned on and on and on.� Yuri suspected that his tutor just liked to
hear the sound of his own voice.� Having
lessons with Greta helped a little bit, but Yuri stilled prayed that the Great
One would strike him down so that he would not have to endure anymore.

And of course, he was forced to play nice with a
one stuffy aristocrat or other almost every day.� If it was someone like Lady Flynn or Mr. Heathcrife, then he had no qualms, but the others were a
different matter.

Flopping bonelessly back
in a chair that reminded Yuri of a French, Louis XIV style fauteuils a la Reine that he had seen at a flea market he had gone to with
his mother not too long ago.� It was made of some wood he
did not know the name of, had a high, arched back, and scrolled arms.� Did he
forget to mention that the chair he was sitting in had to be older than the one
it reminded him of?� The seat cushion had
long since disintegrated into dust leaving him with a sore, dead ass.� And the fabric, which he was certain had been
either an obsidian or a royal purple was now dull and grey and beginning to
fray.� The arms of the chair were chipped.

He was the King for the love of the Great One.� Why was he being forced to suffer like this?

He would have to have a serious talk with Gwendal and G�nter about dividing up all this work to more
able-bodied people.� Surely, there were
other people more qualified to handle some of this stuff?

Yuri scrubbed his tired, achy eyes and wished he
could just go back to bed.� Hell, he
would rather be in school.

Dropping his hands, he leaned his head back against
the top of the chair.� He stared
unblinkingly up at the vaulted ceiling high above him.

That was right.�
If he were still going to school back in Japan, he would be graduating
fairly soon.� What he would not give to
have such a dull, humdrum life.

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Wolfram flattened himself against the wall.� He could feel the iciness of the stone fa�ade
through the thick fabric of his blue uniform.�
Bright emerald eyes peered around the corner.� Deserted.�
Good.� No G�nter and especially no
Gwendal.�
Though, there were two guards standing at attention outside the Demon
King�s study.� Their stiff black uniforms
indicated that they were part of the Demon King�s elite personal guards that
never left His Majesty�s side for any reason.�
It had taken Yuri some time to get used to them.� He still was not completely comfortable.� But the guards indicated that Yuri was in his
office.� Good.

Pushing away from the wall, Wolfram straightened
his uniform.� He ran his finger through
his hair.� Clearing his throat, he
stepped around the corner.

The guards took notice of
him immediately.� Wolfram would expect
nothing less from men given the responsibility of protecting the King.

�Your Highness,� they greeted formally.� The spears they each held, which were taller
then the men themselves, were pulled tightly against their bodies.� They seemed to stand a little straighter.

�You never saw me,� he told them as he reached for
the golden handles.

They were used to this routine by now.� �Never saw whom, Sir?�

Pleased, Wolfram nodded.

+---+---+

Sometimes, Yuri wished he had not agreed to become
Demon King.� He shook those thoughts
aside.� He had to admit that it was not
all bad.

Yuri raised his weary head as the heavy double
doors swung open.

�So this is where you have been hiding,� snapped
the accusation.

Speaking of which.

Yuri fought the urge to roll his eyes.� �I have not been hiding, Wolfram.�� He righted himself and watched his fiery
blond haired, emerald-eyed lover stride into the study.� Yuri admired how Wolfram�s blue uniform fit
him in all the right places.

�Could have fooled me.� You wimp,� Wolfram added for good measure as
he shut the doors behind him.

A smile chased away the shadows that had been
deepening across Yuri�s face.� The heavy
weight of depression that had been slowly beginning to crush him lifted. �What had started out as an insult when they
first met had slowly grown into an endearment.�
Having been working since breakfast early this morning with just a
little break for lunch, Yuri decided to give himself a long overdue break.� He was King after all.

�Speaking of hiding,� Yuri said as he watched
Wolfram saunter towards him, �His Highness isn�t going to be accused of
dereliction of his duties is he?�

Wolfram slid himself into Yuri�s lap and clasped
his arms around his fianc�s neck.�

Yuri clasped Wolfram�s hips lightly.

�You know, Yuri.�
Unlike some people, I for one
am not a wimp.�

�So is that a �yes� or a �no�?�

Wolfram glared at him.

Yuri gave him an innocent look back.

�Wimp,� Wolfram snorted.

�Brat.�

Wolfram�s eyes narrowed dangerously.� �Brat, huh?��
A devilish grin slid across Wolfram�s face.

Yuri gulped.�
A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

Wolfram slid off Yuri�s lap and placing his hands
on Yuri�s knees, he knelt between his younger fianc�'s spread legs.

Despite having broken out into a cold nervous
sweat, the young Demon King found himself quickly growing hard in
anticipation.� He licked lips gone dry.

The belt quickly done away with, Wolfram unfastened
the clasp of Yuri�s black uniform pants and then almost torturingly
slow pulled the zipper down.

Yuri had never been so turned on and so terrified
at the same time.� God, how he loved this
man.

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�Now, clam down, Gwendal.� They are affianced after all.� They have been for the past two years.� You knew this was bound to happen
eventually.�

�Yes, but I expected them to be properly married
first,� Gwendal snapped.

Conrart regretted having said anything.

�They are engaged.� You know as well as I do, Conrart,
that this type of�of tawdry behavior is frowned upon among people of His
Majesty and Wolfram�s standing before the bonds of matrimony are made.�

The half-demon sighed.� It looked like Gwendal
was beginning to show his age, but nevertheless, he was right.� This was one of the reasons why Conrart was glad he was not part of the aristocracy.� �And what about Lord Griesela?�
he asked his older brother.� He was
referring to Gwendal�s cousin who had married and had
a child with the human Nicola.

�That is different.�

�How?�

Gwendal remained stubbornly silent.

�Because Hube is not your
little brother?� Conrart supplied softly.

A flush warmed its way up the older Demon�s face.

�Gwendal.� I know how protective you are of Wolfram, but
he is not a child anymore.�

Wolfram may not technically be a child, but he was
still too young to be having�

A mixture of emotions warred within Gwendal.

��relations� of this nature.� Especially with him being His Majesty Yuri�s
fianc�.� Wolfram had a certain level of decorum
he had to abide by.� It was up to Wolfram
and His Majesty to set a fine example for the people of the Great Demon
Kingdom.

Gwendal sighed.� But
maybe he was reading too much into this.�
Conrart was right.� Wolfram was not a child anymore.� Though at times Wolfram may act childishly
for he let his emotions override his common sense, Wolfram had proven
repeatedly that he could be trusted with the welfare and care of not only His
Majesty, but also their Human daughter Greta who was now twelve-years-old.

��

Of course, how was one supposed to act when being
told that the relationship between one�s baby brother and his accidental fianc�
had progressed to such a level?

It was not that Gwendal
did not trust His Majesty Yuri.� Yuri was
a fine outstanding King.� He had saved
them more times than Gwendal cared to admit, but they
were talking about his baby brother here.�
Gwendal trusted no one.� Not even his King.

What he needed was some time to digest this latest
bit of news.

�Alright,� Gwendal
growled.� He rubbed his temple as a
migraine made itself known.� He needed a
vacation.

For some reason, that did not put Conrart at ease, but he inclined his head slightly in
gratitude.� As he turned to leave, Conrart left his brother with a little warning.� �Don�t push this, Gwendal.� You will not like the outcome.�

Gwendal watched as Conrart
vanished within the shadows of Covenant
Castle with a thoughtful
expression.� What had he meant by
that?� A flash of white caught his
attention.� �G�nter,� he called.

The self-appointed advisor to the King looked
around and when he caught sight of Gwendal, he
immediately changed course and headed straight for him.� �Aah, Gwendal.�

�G�nter have you seen Wolfram?�

�Little Lord Brat?�
No I have not.�� G�nter made a
face.� �He suddenly disappeared when I
told him he had an appointment with the seamstress.�

Gwendal sighed heavily.�
It looks like His Majesty was becoming a very bad influence over his
littlest brother.� �Find him,� he
ordered.� �Tell him I need to speak with
him.�

G�nter raised an eyebrow.� He wanted to press the issue but the look on Gwendal�s face gave him heed.� �Alright,� he nodded.

Gwendal turned from the man and vanished into the dim
corridors of the castle.� His long dark
grey tresses swung sharply down his back.

�Oh my,� G�nter sighed.� He wondered what the young spoiled lord did
now.

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Yuri�s heart was beating so loudly it was a wonder
that the guards stationed outside the study had not come inside to see what was
going on.

Panting heavily, his fingernails clawed the desktop
as he clenched his hands into fists.�

He ran his tongue along dry lips.�

Biting his lip, he swallowed back the wanton moans
that were clawing up his throat.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head.� His lids fluttered closed over onyx eyes that
had a glazed, faraway look to them.�

Stray strands of his silken, shoulder length
jet-black tresses that had escaped from their secured hold at the nape of his
neck were plastered to the sides of his neck by sweat.

His mouth flung open with a soundless gasp.� His guards should have some idea about what
went on behind closed doors when Wolfram stopped by by
now, but they would not be doing their jobs if they did not rush to the aide of
His Majesty when they heard strange noises.�
But not only would it seriously kill the mood, both Wolfram and he would
die of embarrassment if someone were to barge in on them.�

Yuri tossed his head back and arched into the hot
mouth.� He tangled one of his hands into
his fianc�s golden curls.

By the Great One.�
He was being driven insane.�
Wolfram�s hot mouth.� His talented
tongue.� Those magical fingers.

�Oh, gods, Wolf,� he panted.� He was close.�
So close.� �Almost.� Almost.�
Almo-�

The doors suddenly burst open.� They slammed into the bookcases that lined
the walls with twin angry crashes.� �Your
Majesty,� cried the accompanying familiar voice.

Yuri jumped with a startled yelp.� His eyes flew open.

A choked cry came from underneath the desk followed
by a muffled thud and a hiss.� A line of
colorful profanities floated out from underneath the desk.

Looking down at himself, Yuri�s face grew
warm.� He hurriedly fixed himself as his
advisor and tutor hurried into the study in a sweep of white and lavender.� His
saw his guards who were stationed at the doors give him an apologetic look
before returning to their posts.� After
his fifth try of fumbling with the hook of his pants, he felt slender fingers
roughened by years of sword practice push his hands away.

Onyx met emerald.

Yuri gave his fianc� a grateful smile.

Wolfram gave him a devilish look that said, �You
own me.�

Yuri gulped and felt his cock twitch.

Seeming to know what affect he had on his King,
Wolfram brushed his hands over Yuri who had softened in the commotion.

Not that he was not enjoying the attention; Yuri
knocked Wolfram�s roving hands away before they became too carried away.

Not noticing anything amiss, G�nter rushed into the
study.� �Your Majesty, have you seen His
Highness?�

Like a deer caught in the headlights, Yuri
froze.� His eye grew wide.� His face felt like it was on fire.� He had completely forgotten that G�nter was
in the room with them.� �Uh, uhm, that is, I mean�,� Yuri stuttered over a rapidly
beating heart.

�Your Majesty,� G�nter gasped.� Amethyst eyes went wide.� �Your face is red!�

�Huh?�
Oh!� Yeah.� Yeah.�
It, it�s nothing.� Really!� I�m fine.�
Fine!�� Yuri gave a nervous laugh
as he waved G�nter�s concerns aside.

�Wimp,� came the muffled whisper from beneath the
desk.

Yuri gave the voice a swift kick.

�Ow!�

Yuri smirked.�
He would most likely pay later for that, though.

Focusing all of his attention on Yuri, G�nter
seemed to, thankfully, miss the yelp of pain that had emanated from the
desk.� �Oh dear, Your Majesty!� Are you sure?�
Should I call Gisela?� You could
be catching a cold!�

�No,� Yuri yelled.�
He coughed and tried to calm himself down when G�nter gave him a
startled look.� �I, uh, mean no.� G�nter.�
But thanks anyway.�� He laughed nervously.� �It�s just, uh, really stuffy in here.�� To demonstrate, he pulled at the collar of
his jacket.� Actually, he was beginning
to feel a bit warm.

�Oh!��
Relieved that Yuri was not coming down with something, G�nter started to
make his way towards the windows with an ecstatic expression on his face.� �Well then.�
Why don�t I just-?�

�No!�

G�nter gave him another startled look.

�I, uh, mean, well�,� he stammered.� Yuri took a deep breath and tried to gather
himself.� �Was there a reason you were looking
for Wolfram?� he asked.

G�nter looked blank for a moment before remembering
the reason why he had come in search of Yuri.�
�Ah, yes!� Gwendal
is looking for him.�

Yuri went white.�
�G-Gwendal?� he squeaked.� He exchanged a panicked look with Wolfram
hidden underneath the desk.

�Yes.�

�W-why w-would�?�

It was not that Yuri was ashamed of his
relationship with Wolfram.� Just the
opposite.� In fact, he has never been
happier.� He wanted to stand at the
highest point in the castle and share this happiness with the rest of the
world.� But it was all still so new.� Wolfram was his first in every way.� Because it had taken him so long to accept
the fact that he was indeed attracted to boys, that he was gay, that part of
him was still a little self-conscious.�
He was not completely comfortable with the idea of �coming out�.� Not yet.

Not only that, but if Gwendal
were to ever find out that Yuri was having premarital relations with Wolfram,
Demon King or not, Gwendal would have Yuri�s balls on
a platter with barbecue sauce and Wolfram would be locked up in the North Tower
with a chastity belt.

Yuri shuddered.�
That was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Not too long ago, Wolfram had been all up in arms about
having a hickey visible for the whole kingdom to see.� To Wolfram, their sex life was nobody�s
business.� It was not something up for
public display.� Furthermore, if the men
under his command saw �it�, Wolfram was afraid they would not take him seriously
as a Commander.� He was also a little
apprehensive about what would happen when his big brother finds out.� Other then that little phobia, Wolfram did
not care who knew about their relationship.

He knew he was a walking contradiction.� He was only human after all.� Well, he corrected himself, half-human.� For while Yuri had not had a problem with the
hickey, in fact he had felt a barbaric sense of pride over the fact that he had
marqued his fianc�, there was that insecurity.� It was the same hindrance that kept him from
admitting his true feelings for Wolfram.

Besides, when it finally leaked that he returned
Wolfram�s feelings, the entire kingdom, including both of their parents, would
start planning their wedding.� As much as
Yuri loved Wolfram and even though he planned to spend the rest of his life
with the fiery blond demon, he had no plans of getting married any time
soon.� He was only seventeen.� Technically, he was still just a high school
student.

�-jesty?� Your Majesty?�

�Huh?�� Yuri
blinked.� �Oh!�� He blushed.�
�Uhm�did you say something, G�nter?�

G�nter frowned.�
�Are you sure you are alright, Your Majesty?�

�Fine!�
Fine!� I�ll, uh, be sure to tell
Wolfram you are looking for him.�� Yuri
forced a smile on his face all the while his heart was beating a millions miles
a second and his uniform was glued to his body by the buckets of sweat he was
shedding.

�Oh.�
Okay.�� Looking uncertain and
disappointed at being dismissed, G�nter quietly left the study, making sure to
close the doors behind him.

Yuri sagged down into the chair in relief as he
waited for his heart rate to return to normal.

Wolfram crawled out from underneath the desk.

�Sorry, Wolf,� Yuri sighed.

Wolfram opened his mouth to retort, but for the
second time that day, the study doors were flung open.� They crashed once again into the bookcases
with solid thuds.�

Startled, Yuri jumped with a yelp.�

An avalanche of books toppled to the floor as the
doors swung back.� Gwendal
stormed into the study and grabbed the doors before they could smash into him.

Onyx eyes went wide.� He broke out in a nervous sweat.� Uh, oh, Yuri thought.� He gulped and wished he were somewhere else.

Bright emerald eyes went wide.� �Big brother,� Wolfram stuttered.

Gwendal�s gaze went from his baby brother to the Demon
King.� He narrowed his gaze dangerously.

But before he could utter a single word, Lady Celi rushed into the study with a flourish and practically
spilling out of her black gown.� �I
heard!� Oh!� My little Wolfie!�� She grabbed Wolfram and smothered him against
her breasts.� �I�m so proud of you!�

�Mother,� Wolfram protested.� His face was turning a deep crimson.

Yuri was not sure if Wolfram was just embarrassed
by his mother�s version of public displays of affection or if Wolfram was being
choked to death.� He opted for the
latter.

The sound of chuckling drew everybody�s attention.

�Conrad,� Yuri greeted as his brown haired
godfather stepped into the study.

�Mother is just excited,� Conrart
explained.

Lady Celi released
Wolfram and clasped her hands together.�
�I thought this day would never come!�

Coughing, Wolfram stepped away from his mother and
tried to relearn how to breathe.

�She must have overheard when I was speaking with Gwendal earlier.�

Yuri gazed at the man who named him in
confusion.� �Conrad?�� What was going on?

�We must plan the wedding at once,� Lady Celi gushed.

Both Yuri and Wolfram turned towards the ex-Demon
Queen.� �What?!�

�Now look here Mother,� Wolfram objected.

�Now Wolfram,� Lady Celi
huffed.

Suddenly understanding, Yuri dropped down in the
chair with a cry and hung his head in his hands.� Why did these things always happen to him?

---TBC---

A/N:� Thank you to tenshi-gosuperu,
KittenCeez, dawn, Twisted�_lullaby,
angee, Xunxin, Niffty24, vampslyr, poetrylover, Nikki23534
and ladyaymie.
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