Kyou Kara Maou – Yuuri's Hot Date

Summary: Wolfram challenges Yuuri to have a date with a girl. Loosely part of my Epilogue story arc.

Disclaimer: I have no rights to Kyou Kara Maou of course.

Author's Note: This is part of a story arc, but mostly stands alone. Please see my profile homepage link for the whole arc and illustrations and story summaries.

For those who've read the Epilogue arc, this story takes place between Wolfram Takes a Break and The Trouble with Trolls.

Chapter 1 – A Little Wager

"WELL, I WOULDN'T KNOW, WOULD I?" yelled Yuuri, nose inches from Wolfram's. "I've never kissed a girl! I was stuck engaged to you before I ever had a date with anybody!"

"Stuck with me?!" Wolfram screamed back, eyes blazing dangerous green fire. "Well, maybe it's about time you tried someone else!" Wolfram flounced onto the bed backward, glaring at his twenty year old black-haired fiancé of five years. "Maybe then you'd be able to appreciate what a good thing you have going!" Wolfram arrayed himself in his pink nightgown in his sexiest pose, peering at Yuuri past artfully bared satiny thigh and shin. It was a mixed message. His demonic green glower said, Come near me, and I kick you in the teeth!

Yuuri's left eyebrow twitched up several times in anger. "Are you challenging me? Be very careful what you challenge me to do, Wolfram von Bielenfeld!"

"You. Couldn't. Get. A date. If you tried. Wimp!" Wolfram spat out, eyes narrowed. "But I could. As many as I wished!"

"Of course I couldn't get a date! Who the hell would look at me, knowing your insane, psychotic fits of jealousy!"

"Oh, is that all that's stopping you!" screeched Wolfram. "Very well, Sire. I will announce to the castle that for the next two weeks, His Majesty and I have decided to take a break from being engaged. To date others, to make certain whether we should marry each other. You have two weeks to kiss a girl and find out."

As usual, Yuuri's anger cooled long before Wolfram's. "You don't mean that. Wolfram –"

"I mean it!" Wolfram abruptly twitched his nightgown back down over his sexy shin, then rose from the bed. He headed for the wardrobe and yanked out a change of clothes for the morning. "Two weeks, Yuuri. Get kissed, get laid if you can. This is your last chance, and mine. Both of us date as many people as we want. Let's see who scores the most in two weeks. Dates. Kisses. Sex. Bet I'll beat you. By a mile!"

"Hey! Wolfram! I did not agree to this!" Yuuri yelled, as Wolfram closed their bedroom door behind him on his way out.

Yuuri stood staring at the door undecided, chest heaving, for a few moments, then resolved that it was beneath him to storm out after Wolfram. "Mercurial vicious little vixen!" he muttered, and threw himself onto the bed. He punched a pillow, then hugged it tight as if in apology for being mean to it. He glowered at the glasses of water Wolfram had set out on their nightstands, every night before bed without fail. He frowned at the way both sides of the bed had blankets neatly turned down, inviting and cozy. His nose twitched in distaste as he realized the pillow he was hugging smelled of Wolfram's ginger-pineapple scented evening bath oil. The whole damned bed smells of Wolfram.

Casting the pillow aside, he flopped over on his back and stared at the ceiling. And now that he's climbed out on this silly limb, he won't give in, can't admit it was a mistake, can't apologize. Bloody hell. How do I get him to back down and call this thing off? Or do I even want him to?

That thought shocked him into sitting upright, cross-legged and staring at the windows. Of course I want to call it off. Don't I? The whole thing was a stupid argument, like a thousand others. Who knew why? Maybe Greta told Wolfram to stay out of her bedroom. Maybe Bertram had peed on him, or Frieda had colored on the wall, or Efram had teased him a little too hard. It had nothing to do with Yuuri, as usual. There was no reason whatsoever for their engagement to be… put aside for two weeks. To date other people? To kiss a girl? Absurd! Of course I want to call this off! I just need to find a way to gentle him down, apologize for… make something up to apologize for… give him flowers… tell him there's no one but him… I can't imagine kissing anyone but him…

"That's pathetic, Yuuri," he said aloud to himself. Well. It's true, a part of him replied. You can't imagine kissing anyone else. "He's right, Yuuri, you are a wimp." You're certainly a wimp if you fix every argument by apologizing, when you didn't do anything to apologize for.

"Can I really not imagine kissing anyone but him?"

Experimentally, Yuuri brought the side of his fist to his lips, and kissed the fleshy part below the thumb and forefinger. He imagined the feel of … Wolfram's lips. No, you have to imagine somebody else. Lips poised an inch from his fist, he considered. Conrad? He flinched back another inch from the fist. No, that would be unforgiveable. That would lie between Conrad and Wolfram like poison forever, and destroy my friendship with Conrad. Besides, you want to kiss a girl, don't you?

Yuuri flinched even farther back from the fist. "Do I?" Yes, actually, you do. You've never kissed a girl. Never held a girl, touched her curves that way. Admit it. You're curious. He looked guiltily at the door, the turned down bed, as though to assure himself he really was in the privacy of his own mind. Exploring the unthinkable. The unspeakable.

Yeah. I do want to. And not just kiss a girl. I don't know about… how far I'd want to go after that… but – I do want to. I want to find out. He gulped. But I won't. I love Wolfram too much to do that. I want to marry Wolfram. Curiosity is worth nothing compared to our love together, our life together. I don't imagine making love to girls, because I'm head-over-heels for Wolfram, and when I imagine… making love… I imagine him. As it should be.

Right?

"He'll back down by morning," Yuuri whispered, shushing out the lights and climbing into bed. And if he doesn't? Yuuri huddled uncomfortable with that thought. Are you being faithful to him, even in the privacy of your own mind, because you really can't imagine kissing a girl? Or even another guy? He didn't specify only girls. Wolfram himself might go after guys… Or because –

"Because it's a bad idea," whispered Yuuri to himself, face scrunched in pain as though to cry. "It's a really, really bad idea."

So you'll cave in, wimp out, apologize for nothing just to allow him to back down? Wimp. So that for the rest of your life, you can continue being a wimp? Wimp. You'll never kiss a girl? You know that question won't ever go away. But you won't look at it. Because you're a wimp. Wimp!

Yeah. OK. I'm a wimp. Because being a wimp is the right thing to do.

But no one would thank him for being a wimp. Neither Wolfram nor he himself would respect him for his choice. So be it. Yuuri huddled miserably in his Wolfram-scented covers and counted sheep until he drifted off to sleep, stubbornly refusing to imagine kissing Wolfram or anybody else.

-oOo-

"What, did Yuuri kick you out?" Wolfram's younger half-brother Efram ran into him in the halls, as Wolfram hunted for another bedroom to claim, tell-tale change of clothes in his arms.

Wolfram glared at him. "I stomped out. We're… taking a two week break from our engagement. To date other people."

"Like hell you are," said Efram, eyes wide in amused disbelief.

"We. Are," Wolfram insisted. "Yuuri's never had a date with anyone but me, never kissed a girl… He keeps… thinking about it. Before we get married, I say he should resolve those questions once and for all!" Wolfram's anger was beginning to cool as he explained this. A cold breath of sanity was lapping at his neck, whispering, This is a very bad idea, and his stomach was doing a queasy floppy thing, but he firmly ignored those.

Efram stared at him, then shook his head. "Nah, you'll sleep on it and come to your senses, then apologize to Yuuri at dawn before he can act on it." He waived a come-along arm and showed Wolfram to a room he knew to be available, still thinking this all rather funny.

"I don't have to apologize," Wolfram smirked. "He will."

Efram glared at him in distaste. "Aren't you glad Chichiue's out of town. It's bad enough that you let Yuuri apologize for your mistakes. You don't have to brag about it." If their father heard Wolfram's quip, Efram was sure Manfred's biting comments would flay Wolfram to the bone.

"In any case, I'm going to go through with it, whether he apologizes or not," said Wolfram, passion losing ground to a rather sad variety of resolve.

"No, vixen, you're not," replied Efram. "It's only 9:30 at night. If you were going through with it, you'd hit the castle bath scene instead of heading into bed for a good cry. Want me to stay with you and pat your back?"

Wolfram wheeled on him, grateful to have his anger rekindled. "The gay night bath scene! What a good idea! Thank you, pixie!" And he slammed the door in Efram's face.

In dismay, Efram hammered on the door. "Hey, Wolfram! Wolfram? I wasn't trying to goad you into anything. It was an observation, not a challenge! Wolfram?" He'd given up and was slowly walking away when Wolfram emerged from the room, clad only in a towel.

"Want to hit the baths with me, pixie?" Wolfram asked, demonic green eyes glittering dangerously. "Oh, no, I forgot! Chichiue's forbidden you in the castle baths after 9:00 o'clock. Sorry!"

An unhappy Efram watched Wolfram stride away in his skimpy towel. He wished his father was home at Blood Pledge Castle. Though he knew what Manfred would say if he was. Perhaps you should mind your own business, fire pixie. It's their sex life. Efram sighed. And he'd be right. So Efram went on about his own business, and didn't mention this conversation to anybody.

-oOo-

"Looking pretty grumpy this morning, Yuuri," observed Conrad, tossing a baseball. Though his elevation to the Eleven Aristocrats brought duties that took him away from the castle a lot, he and Yuuri still ran and played ball in the mornings when he was home. "Anything I can help with?"

Yuuri smiled a bright false smile and indicated Conrad should toss the ball. "Nah, just… didn't sleep very well."

Conrad nodded companionably and threw, waiting. After a few passes, Yuuri continued, "It's just… Wolfram." Conrad nodded companionably and passed the ball. After a few more passes, Yuuri continued, "It's silly." Conrad nodded with a searching gaze, a little concerned – it didn't usually take Yuuri this many false starts to say something.

All in a rush, Yuuri blurted, "Our engagement's been put on hold. For two weeks, we're free to date anybody. No, not free. We're having a contest. Who can bag the most kisses, dates, and… It's his crazy idea. But he says it's for me, because I've never dated anyone but him." Conrad narrowly escaped being crowned by a vicious fast ball. "But I don't want this. But unless he apologizes and stops it, I have to apologize for something he cooked up, like always, or he won't back down!"

That fast ball, Conrad ducked altogether. Yozak was passing behind and caught it. "Yowza!" he commented, lobbing the ball back to Yuuri with a gentle underhand. He walked over to join them with a grin. "I was wondering how you'd look this morning, Sire. Have any dates lined up yet?"

Yuuri held the ball and stared at Yozak. "How did you know about that?"

Yozak's eyebrows rose. "It's all over the castle, Sire. Wolfram told everyone about your contest last night in the baths." Actually the word came out baaaa – ths, as Yozak realized in mid-word that this was perhaps bad news. But…

"The baths. Last night," repeated Yuuri, cold and flat, with narrowed eyes. The Blood Pledge Castle gay bath scene was notorious throughout Shin Makoku. Well, females came too, sometimes, or so Yuuri was told. He'd never happened in except by accident. He was sure Wolfram would geld him if he went anywhere near it. There was no reason save one to go to those late night baths.

"Um," chorused Yozak and Conrad, looking at each other in dismay. Yuuri was older now. He looked more and more these days as he did in full Maou mode. His face was still a bit softer, the eyes a bit bigger, but mostly there was no comparison between his gentle, loving, happy Yuuri face, and his Maou-mode stern visage of judgment. But right now… Yuuri wasn't flashing the blue lightning of Maou mode. He was still Yuuri. Yet his wrathful narrowed eyes and cold face looked… Maou.

In all his internal debates last night, Yuuri realized he hadn't considered how he'd feel about Wolfram dating others for the next two weeks. In truth, if he had, back then, last night, he probably would have panicked and hunted Wolfram down to grovel and apologize right then and there.

But last night just turned into ancient history.

Yuuri tossed the ball back to Conrad and put his glove under his arm. "Well, gentlemen, I have two weeks to bag as many dates as I can. I'd best be about it. If you'll excuse me." And he stalked off to find his breakfast.

And a girl to date.

-oOo-

Ideas on who Wolfram and Yuuri should date? Where to find dates other than the gay bath scene?

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