Disclaimer: Don't own Kyou Kara Maou.

So, here's chapter one of only 2 or 3, so it'll be a short story. And for anyone just looking for hot, steamy smex, it'll come, but this is going to be an actual story (albeit a rather short one), with the progression of feelings first. Although, there will be teasers throughout the chapters to keep you going. I don't much like this first chapter, but just bear with me, yeah?Now, enjoy!

"Why can't I go on my own?" Yuuri whined.

"You even have to ask?" Wolfram retorted. "Trouble follows you everywhere and a wimp like you would never be able to protect himself."

"But…but I've been learning and I can use Morgif pretty well!" he protested.

Even Conrad had to smile at that one. Wolfram snorted derisively. "You'd barely be able to hold your own against a chipmunk."

Yuuri shot him a glare. "Shut up," he mumbled, knowing his skills really weren't exactly the best. "But I'm hardly going anywhere!"

"I'm sorry Heika, but you know you're not allowed to leave the palace on your own," Conrad said apologetically.

Yuuri pouted.

"Why do you want to go on your own anyway?" Wolfram demanded. "Are you meeting someone in private? Cheater!" Yuuri was then tackled to the ground, the blonde's fingers stretching his mouth to its extremes. "There's no way I'd let you go somewhere on your own."

Yuuri sighed in defeat. "Fine, but can I at least have the least amount of people with me as possible?"

Conrad smiled. "Of course, we'll have Wolfram and a few-"

"Oi! Weller-kyo! He doesn't need anyone else! I can handle anything this idiot manages to get himself into by myself."

"Yes, I'm sure you can Wolfram, but we should still send more-"

"No!" This came from both boys, although quite a bit more viciously from Wolfram.

"But-"

"Conrad," Gwendal finally spoke. "Let them go." There was a look in his eyes, almost as if he was issuing a challenge to the two boys.

Conrad shook his head to himself but reluctantly agreed to let them go by themselves.

"Alright!" Yuuri cheered. "Come on Wolf, let's go get ready, I want to leave as soon as possible." And so the camping trip began.

A few hours after the decision, Yuuri pulled Ao to a stop. "Well, this looks like as good a place to stop as any, right?"

Wolfram stared at his fiancé. "Yuuri. We're only 15 minutes from the castle. This is what you call an 'adventurous camping trip'?" he asked flatly.

Yuuri scowled. "It's impossible to please you, isn't it? Fine, we'll keep going."

Another hour later…

"How about now? Is this good enough for you, Your Highness," Yuuri asked sarcastically. They'd been bickering nonstop the whole time.

"Whatever, wimp."

Yuuri chose to ignore what had seemed to become his nickname, happily inspecting their new surroundings instead. They were in a large, meadow like, grassy clearing in the middle of the forest. He pulled off the large bundle behind his saddle and unrolled it, finding the tent.

After 10 minutes of trying, Yuuri was no closer to getting the tent set up. He growled under his breath in frustration before looking over to Wolfram, who was sitting primly on a rock nearby, just watching him struggle. "Ne, Wolfram, would you mind getting off your royal butt and helping me?"

The blonde prince looked disdainfully at the tangle of cloth Yuuri was trying to put up. "I don't know how to do this, this…" he waved his hand vaguely, "'camping' business is your deal."

"Stupid Wolfram," he muttered under his breath. "I wish Conrad was here instead, he'd at least try to help me."

Wolfram ignored the pang of hurt that stabbed through him at Yuuri's words as if it had never even existed. Why should he care if the stupid boy seemed to be completely in love with that idiotic Weller-kyo?

Half an hour later…

Yuuri finally got the tent set up, jumping up with a triumphant cry. "Look Wolfram! I did it!" he shouted excitedly.

Wolfram, stifling a small smile at Yuuri's excitement over something so small, looked over and saw that he had indeed succeeded. He just 'hmm'ed disinterestedly in response.

"Wow, that took longer than I thought," Yuuri said, scratching his head in confusion. "It's already getting dark!"

Wolfram looked up at the sky. He hadn't noticed, but it was. It was also only about 3 in the afternoon. "Idiot, it's only 3. Those are clouds."

"…Oh," he said sheepishly. "Well, what do you want to do now Wolf?"

"Go home," he said flatly.

The black haired boy refused to be deterred; he was going to make this a fun trip, even if it had to put up with Wolfram I-hate-camping von Bielefeld. "Not an option, unless you go without me."

"And give you a chance to go gallivanting off to some pretty faced woman?" He snorted. "Not a chance. Cheater."

"Well, how about we go on a hike?"

"A hike?" he asked incredulously. "What the hell is so fun about hiking? It just gets you sweaty, tired, and dirty, none of which I willingly choose to be," he said, lip curling in disgust.

"But you don't have to get sweaty, tired, or dirty at all. We'll just go slow and take it easy," Yuuri explained.

"I still fail to see the point of this."

"Well, there's no point to it really, there doesn't have to be. It's just relaxing and it's nice to just enjoy the nature around you."

Wolfram gave him a strange look. It was moments like this that made him wonder how Yuuri managed to be the Maou, a position that usually made people greedy and bloodthirsty. But he still remained gentle and kind. Yuuri was a strange person, but he supposed it was something he liked that about him.

"You're obviously not going to give this up, so let's go and get this over with. Wimp."

Yuuri smiled at him, knowing this was just Wolfram's way of saying it was okay.

The blonde felt something flutter in his stomach at Yuuri's gentle smile pointed at him. But instead of acknowledging it, he tossed his head, nose in the air, as he 'hmph'ed.

Yuuri turned and led the way into the forest…

…and an hour later, they found themselves lost.

"You idiot! How did you manage to get us lost! Do I honestly have to do everything!"

"Hey, it's not my fault I don't have any sense of direction!"

They glared at each other for a while, before Yuuri dropped his gaze with a mumbled, "Sorry."

Wolfram groaned and dropped his head to his hands as he seated himself on a large rock. Yuuri did the same, looking around with a sigh. His eyes alighted on a plant beside him with violently purple rose-looking flowers. He leaned down to sniff them, jerking his head back in surprise at the scent. He couldn't quite place it; it was something familiar, yet he couldn't for the life of him think of what it was. He tried again, taking a big whiff, his eyes nearly rolling and getting light-headed by the intoxicating smell. He hummed in pleasure to himself with a goofy smile on his face, no longer caring that he didn't know what it was.

Wolfram, looking up, saw the more idiotic than usual expression on his fiancé's face. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing," Yuuri said sheepishly, snapping out of it. There was a silence for about a minute, in which Yuuri found his eyes drawn to Wolfram, who was now standing facing away from him as he looked around, hands on hips and a small scowl on his face. His gaze started at his booted feet before moving slowly up his surprisingly shapely legs, that he found himself wishing were wrapped around him, to slender hips and a narrow waist, where his eyes remained glued to his perfectly rounded butt that just seemed to be begging for him to squeeze it. He then swept his intent stare up the graceful sweep of his back before the blonde turned around, now allowing his hungry eyes to drink in the sight of a curvy torso and down his arms to two of the most beautiful hands he'd ever set sight on, with their wonderfully long, tapered fingers. Oh what he wouldn't give to have those delicate hands on his body, fisted in his hair, as the exquisite blonde lay writhing beneath him. Oh God. Ok, enough with the hands, moving on before a certain something becomes a little too noticeable. So his eyes continued their journey up his fiancé's body to the elegant slope of his neck then up to a face almost too pretty to be a male's, with those large, expressive, emerald green eyes, the cute little nose, and large, luscious, pouting lips that pleaded with him to capture them in the most passionate way possible. As a deft pink tongue darted out to wet dry lips, he felt himself swallowing to moisten his suddenly dry mouth and licking his own lips. Yuuri found himself dying to know what wondrous things his blonde 'friend' could do with that little tongue...

"Yuuri!" Wolfram snapped angrily.

"What?" he replied, shocked to hear his voice so husky. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What?"

"What were you thinking about?" he asked accusingly.

Yuuri's eyes widened in horror and his face turned painfully red. What was he thinking about! Where the hell did all that come from! He was NOT attracted to Wolfram in any way! He was a GUY for heaven's sake! There was absolutely NO attraction whatsoever! At least that's what he kept telling himself in his head, but a certain, ahem, lower head was singing a completely different tune.

"Um, nothing! Nothing at all!" he said nervously, his voice getting high and squeaky. He briefly entertained the thought of telling Wolfram exactly what it was that he'd been thinking of, but pigs would fly before he admitted to anyone, especially Wolfram, that he was even thinking of doing things like that with him.

"Liar," Wolfram mumbled, trying not to let his hurt show. Why did he care that Yuuri was getting excited over someone other than him? Why did he care that Yuuri had been sitting there with glazed eyes, slightly labored breathing, and flushed cheeks, while thinking about someone else? Shouldn't he be angrier at the idea of such inappropriate thoughts actually being about him? He knew that Yuuri didn't like him all that much, and that was alright with him, he didn't care, right? Maybe it just hurt that not even his own fiancé cared much about him.

"Wolfram…" he started, but didn't know what to say. Wolfram was obviously upset about something. The fiery prince hadn't even gotten onto him about being a 'cheater' though he knew that he'd automatically assumed he was thinking of someone else…which he should have been! But instead, he'd been thinking about another guy being completely and totally sexy. He sighed as Wolfram huffily turned around. This was getting to be way too confusing. Little did he know that this was only the beginning…

Alrighty, well I'll be updating again in a day or two. Review please and let me know how you like it! And if you didn't like it, flames are welcome as long as they're not unnecessarily rude, just criticism.