Title: Until the time we meet again

Written by: Lisse08

Disclaimer: don't own kkm

Rating: M

A/N I don't want to keep you waiting, so I updated this in just two hours. Mistakes? please forgive them.

Yuuri let his suitcase that was full of clothes down. It wasn't that heavy. It was his heart. If he was doomed to lose Wolfram, at least, he wanted to spend the rest of time here with him. Until the time he left, Yuuri would stay by his side.

"Conrad, can I sleep at Wolfram's room?"

"I don't agree!" Wolfram who had stormed up the stairs, stopped at the middle at the question. He indeed has a queen-sized bed, but the idea of sharing it with Yuuri when he was sick didn't pleasure him.

"Yes." Conrad smiled.

"You're supposed to get my permission, Yuuri!"

Xxxx

Yuuri knocked gently on the oak door. Not hearing a reply, he began to feel worry. He touched the doorknob and it glided in. It wasn't locked. Peeking in, he saw the blonde resting on the bed. He had been to this room before. The four-poster bed standing in the middle of the room, the cabinet at the right hand corner, the study table, the glass-bookcase and the wardrobe are still the same. The only difference was the blonde who had once been that lively was gone.

"Wolfram..."

The dark green eyes shone back towards him. Yuuri gingerly carried his suitcase and walked into the room.

"You're persistent, you know." Wolfram mumbled. Yuuri only laughed. He had known all along that persistence is one of his attributes since Wolfram was the one who had been consistently reminding him about it.

After dislodging the bag onto the marble floor, Yuuri strode over to the prince and sat himself down beside him.

"How're you feeling?"

"Better," Wolfram smiled and stirred. Yuuri realized that he was getting up from his bed. He seized the blonde's forearm in time and pushed him back into the bedding. Wolfram struggled but apparently his boyfriend's strength was greater than his. Frustrated at his defeat, he sent a punch at Yuuri's chest and threw himself down into the soft mattress. Yuuri groaned and held onto the place where Wolfram had marked his anger. He stared back at the blonde who was pouting. He couldn't resist biting back his laugh.

"You have to stay in bed."

"Easy for you to say," Wolfram said and turned over so that his back was facing Yuuri, "I feel like rotting away on the bed."

It was agonizing for him just listening to this kind of passive talking of the blonde's. Yuuri crawled into the bed, urging Wolfram to leave some space for him to lie down. Grunting, Wolfram shifted a little over as he felt the bed bounced in response to its second inhabitants.

"Don't give up hope, Wolfram. If you give up on yourself, even God can't save you." Yuuri whispered from behind. Wolfram welcomingly let the other embraced him. The lump was forming in his throat.

"Yuuri…" The sound made him tightened the strength. He just couldn't let Wolfram go to the other world. He couldn't…

Wolfram turned over to face him. There weren't any visible tears on his but Yuuri's was full of them.

"Stupid. I'm the one who's dying but why is it you're the one crying?" Wolfram reprimanded and dried the tears of his lover's.

With those, Yuuri's patience broke. He leaned in and kissed the blonde's pale lips with passion. Wolfram von Bielefeld was his. Never and will never be the Death God's.

He ravished Wolfram's mouth, making the other running out of breathe soon enough. He curled his hand on the prince's nape and lifted his head upwards, exposing the neck. Yuuri nibbled down it, planting harsh and hard kisses on them. Wolfram's let out a half-suppressed groan in his throat and held the raven black head down in its position, urging him to go further down. Yuuri hook his fingers on the buttons and got loose of the clothes covering the flesh. Wolfram was staring up at him, his head swaying from heat and pleasure. Smiling half-heartedly, Yuuri bent down again and captured the prince's lips in a trice. Wolfram eagerly answered them, clutching on his clothes, clawing and soon tearing it off as the kisses became fiercer.

Wolfram turned over and pressed the boy down into the bedding. His lips left his mouth, gliding over to the cheek and the right ear. He stopped at it, and breathed his words.

"I'll remember you, Yuuri." He could sense that his boyfriend was stunned. Before long, he felt himself spin and it was his back that hit the mattress.

"Don't you ever dare to leave me alone here, Wolfram. You hear me?" Without waiting for reply, Yuuri pressed his lips onto the blonde again, never again giving him the chance to breathe as Wolfram squirmed under him. He explored his hands down the blonde's body onto the long pants. His hands slipped underneath it, feeling the tummy deflated at the feel of the touch. Wolfram writhed further.

He seized it and felt Wolfram gasped into the kisses. He gave it a few gentle stroke before pulling down the pants with the underwear to get rid of them. Yuuri pulled off from the prince. Wolfram took the chance, taking in lungful of air to resume his normal breathing while watching the double black taking off all of his clothes.

"You're free from me, Yuuri," Wolfram teased when Yuuri came back to his side again with the lube in his hand. He smiled at the frowning teen and added. "Free to date girls you like. There wouldn't be any Wolfram watching your back. Aren't you happy about it?"

Anger, Yuuri grasped the prince's hip and lifted it up, swinging one of it over his shoulder.

"Shut up, Wolf. Shut up! Shut up," He undid the bottle's and squeezed the large amount of lubricate into his hands, his mouth not ceasing repeating the same words over and over again while ramming his finger into the hole. "Shut up! Shut up!!"

Wolfram dipped his fingers into the pillow that he was resting. He had infuriated his lover but he wouldn't apologize for it. He snapped his head aside, frowning while letting his gasps escaped with each inches Yuuri went in.

Something cold dripped onto his stomach after Yuuri had pulled out his fingers. He reopened his eyes and caught the tears again. What kind of pain had he caused Yuuri? Heart twitching with pain, he pulled himself up a little, wanting to comfort him, but that was not needed for Yuuri. He pushed the blonde down, and started to thrust into Wolfram. Wolfram, unprepared, squirmed into the pillow at the penetration with another groan.

Yuuri drove in and out, leaning in and kissing the blonde's mouth. He didn't protest when Wolfram's fingers dipped into his flesh and releasing alternately. He increased his speed when the blonde writhed without control and direction in the sheet. He let go of Wolfram's mouth that was making inaudibly groan in his throat. Wolfram's moaned was heard immediately.

"Wolfram, scream it out… scream my name… let me know you're alive."

"Nya… Yuu… A…"

"Scream it out." He thrust in harder and deeper at the sweet spot. Wolfram groaned low.

"Ah… Yuu… Hm… ri…"

The smooth muscles were constricting. Yuuri bit down his lips and grasped onto both of the prince's wriggling wrists. He came closer and sucked onto Wolfram's swollen nipple, his body rubbing against the blonde's, feeling the prince's semen spilling onto his stomach.

"Yuuri!"

"Wolf…"

They both came at the same time. Few seconds later, Yuuri crashed down beside Wolfram. Wolfram circled his hands around the wimp and pulled him closer.

"You idiot, Wolfram," Yuuri scolded, "don't ever say that words again. I love you, only you. Promise me you will never leave me alone, alright?"

Wolfram laughed.

"Yes…"

"Promise me you'll fight until the very end, alright?" He shook his head in disbelief.

"Promise…"

"Promise me that…"

"You're being noisy, wimp. Let me rest…"

"Don't call me wimp." Yuuri rebuked but smiled. He kissed the blonde's golden hair. "Have a nice dream, Wolf."

Wolfram chuckled soft. He had never been this happy and secured ever since he found out about the disease. He leaned into the double black's chest and rested with him.

Will it be Heaven, full of angel and happiness?

…Two days later…

Wolfram pressed his hands onto his chest. It came again. Even though he was lying down on the bed, his heart wasn't calming down like how it was supposed to be. Instead, it was racing fast. The light above was swimming around. He closed them, blocking it.

"Wolfram?" Yuuri came nearer to his side. He looked aside, weakness in his muscle. Was he sick again? He had just been cured from one two days ago after discharged from the hospital. He couldn't believe how weak his defense had gone. And his boyfriend had persistently decided to stay in their house to take care of him with his brother.

A purge surged up his throat. He coughed onto his hands. Metallic taste…

"Wolfram!" Yuuri, shocked, rushed over the cabinet table and retract a tissue for the blonde.

Wolfram stared down at the blood in astound.

"C'mon, Wolfram, I'm here. I'm here. Please," Yuuri assured and helped him to wipe off the scarlet red trace as Wolfram wasn't responding. Another surge came up and more blood spilt.

Or will it be Hell, full of fire and pain?

"Shit. Please don't do this to me, Wolfram. No... I'm not ready to lose you." Yuuri mumbled senselessly, wiping and patting his back to soothe him down. It wasn't working at all. His head was spinning and even vomiting didn't help to decrease the malaise feeling. Black spots flashed and he lost his conscious.

"No, CONRAD! CONRAD!!" Yuuri screamed in tears and held onto Wolfram as he tumbled into his arms.

Will he just disappear, sensing, knowing and feeling nothing just like the time when he was in his dreamland?

Xxxx

He couldn't believe there's still a chance for him to see this world again, to see Yuuri's face. Wolfram moved a little, and felt bumping at his head. He was still alive but already frail. He could feel the cold air from air-con blowing onto his torso. He was lying in the passenger's seat of the car, or to be specified, on Yuuri's lap.

"Wolfram, oh thanks god!" Yuuri squeezed the blonde's confused head tightly. "Conrad, he's awake. He's awake!" He heard a relief sigh in front. "Hold on, Wolf. We're sending you to hospital." Yuuri comforted.

"There's no need." Wolfram whispered. Breathing was getting harder. He couldn't get the strength to move anymore. There was a throbbing pain in his head.

"Wolfram!! Fight it!" Conrad commanded.

"You promised me you'll fight it, Wolf!" Yuuri yelped.

"Then, looks like I'm going to break it…"

"Don't joke with me!" Yuuri shook the blonde who was drifting in between the border of death and life. Conrad hit on the accelerator and sped up.

"I can't… hold on…" The voice was even weaker, the grip on Yuuri's was releasing. "I'm sorry. Yuuri… Conrad…"

"Please don't. I'm begging you, Wolf." Yuuri pleaded, the tears were streaming down without him realizing it. He wished to terminate the pain, but it was getting greater into the depth of his heart.

He sides hit against the back seat in front suddenly. Conrad had stopped the car at the road side.

"Conrad?" Yuuri looked over at his godfather, the images were blurring. He blinked to clear them. Conrad opened the door and stepped down from the car. He could hear nothing except for the wheezing sound of the blonde.

"Conrad. Why are you stopping?" He asked as the door of his was flung open.

"If there's no chance for him to hold on, at least, I want to say goodbye to him properly…"

"Even you…" Shocked, Yuuri couldn't respond. The brunette crawled into the small room and found his own space beside the double black.

Wolfram smiled subconsciously.

"Conrad…"

"You're my dearest brother, Wolfram."

"You're my greatest brother too," Wolfram breathed in another lungful of Earth air. "Little big brother, I love you… Always… I had never ever hated a thing about you."

Conrad in desperation grabbed onto his brother's shoulder and hugged him tight in his possess. His shoulder was trembling from tears. Wolfram patted weakly, the pulsing in his forehead was getting greater.

Yuuri couldn't stop wiping the unceasing tears. Once they are clear from the surface, they came again for another round. As Conrad got himself out from the car, leaning beside it to calm himself down, Yuuri scrambled closer to his boyfriend's head.

The charming smile was still that captivating. Yuuri nearly broke down.

"Yuuri…" He grabbed onto the pale, cold hand and caressed the blonde's cheek.

"Wolfram…"

"Sorry for not being able to keep our promises…" Yuuri shook his head, clueless at denying things that he didn't even know.

"Don't cry… you know I…"

"… You don't like to see that look from me…" Yuuri continued. Wolfram lips curled up as the double black forced his own to spread into an inconvincible smile.

"We will see each other again, for sure." Yuuri smiled.

"Yeah…" Wolfram closed his eyes. The golden ray of the sun that bathed through the window was blinding him. He felt tired, really tired. Why did Yuuri say this kind of things…?

"That's a promise, Wolfram. We will. No matter where you're, I'll definitely track you down." Weird as it is, he could never say no. He nodded again, making the pact.

"Yuuri…" With his one last ounce of strength, he forced himself to look into the black onyx, "I love you, Yuuri…"

"Me too, forever and always, Wolfram,"

"Wolfram…"

"Until the next time we met, you'll not be my boyfriend anymore…" The voice was getting distance, but Wolfram thought he heard himself wrongly.

"Why…?"

"You'll… Wolf?" Yuuri could tell that his voice could no longer reach the blonde. He sobbed heart-brokenly as he watched the blonde's face relaxed into a peaceful face. He couldn't finish his last words. He grabbed onto the body while Conrad rushed in with shock on his face. Yuuri hiccoughed and looked at the godfather, his grip on the body only tightening. In the end, he still couldn't do anything…

Wolfram walked on the road that was coming to an end. He could see it already… the end of the road, the end of his life. His steps becoming heavier and heavier, Yuuri was all inside his head. He hadn't been able to hear what he was planning to say. Why couldn't he be his boyfriend anymore…? Tears dropped down. Will he be able to hear it out? He came to the halt finally and looked back the life road he had walked through.

'Thank you, Yuuri. For being with me…'

The light dimmed and darkness consumed his body and his mind.

Is there such thing as a second life, a reincarnation, a reborn?

… One hundred years later…

Yuuri Shibuya, with the help of his godfather and subject who he had just met rode the horse into the castle. He is to be the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku. Anxiously, Yuuri accepted the flowers his country people were giving him. Just as he was listening to Gunter's explanation about the previous Maou's brother's desires to conquer the kingdom, he saw the fly that shown itself in front of his horse. Without warning, the horse had gone wild and started sending his owner racing into the castle together.

"Pull the reins Heika!" Conrad shouted loudly.

Yuuri shrieked, and did as he was told. The horse didn't stop until it encountered its owner. He fell hard on his buttock and groaned. Looking up, he saw the fierce-looking guy calming down the horse.

"Heika! Are you alright?" He didn't realize when Conrad and Gunter had caught up with him but he remained amazed but at the same time, frightened at the face of the guy.

"Heika, this is?" Anger boiled.

"What do you mean by 'this is'?" At the gaze that seized him, he stopped as he realized the state he was in. "Well, okay, you have a point…"

"Heika, are you okay?" Conrad crouched down beside him. Just then, he heard a voice that made his blood ran cold.

"Is that the new Maou?" Footsteps were heard descending the stairs. They all turned towards the source. Yuuri's heart stopped beating. The blonde was wearing a golden hair that shone under the light, with a pair of intelligent emerald eyes.

'Wimp, I had kept my promise.' Yuuri puffed out his smile. It was really Wolfram, his Wolfram.

'I had found you…'

"Woah… Bishonen…" He mused. Wolfram von Bielefeld maneuvered himself to a halt at the mid-way of the stair and danced his eyes down at the king.

'I missed you so much, Yuuri…'

'Me too, there's never one moment I had stopped thinking about you.'

Xxxx

"Even so, his mother is still a human, right? She's probably just some insensitive, immoral nobody."

Wolfram gasped as the pain transmitted through his nerve from his left cheek. He gritted his teeth and glared with hatred at the king.

"Take it back, heika." Gunter raced to him.

"I don't care how much you bad-mouthed me, but insulting other people's mother, who do you think you're?! I'll never take it back." Yuuri stated firmly.

"Heika." Conrad said.

"You'll never take it back?" Cheri asked.

"Yes, never," Yuuri said.

'I said I will never leave you at peace as long as I still love you, didn't I?' He grabbed onto his long-lost boyfriend and pulled him close to his body. Wolfram looked up into the black shimmering light.

"That's great. Proposal is official."

"Kyuukon?" The plant bulb appeared in his head.

"See, I told you before, Wolf. The guys are all over you." Cheri cheered.

'Until the next time we meet…' Wolfram's eyes widened.

"Guys… you mean, including me?? Wait… could someone please explain what is all these about?"

"According to an old custom of this country, heika just proposed to him."

"EH??" Yuuri shouted in shock. "Proposal? And it's ME who proposed? WHEN?"

"When a noble's left cheek was slapped, it meant a proposal."

'You'll not be my boyfriend anymore… You'll be my fiancé.' Yuuri smiled.