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Warning: some lime.

This is the last chapter! :) thank you!

" Is everyone in the garden?" Wolfram asked while someone was putting a white tie around his neck. Conrad nodded, his eyes looking with admiration at his little brother's beauty enhanced by his white, blue and golden clothes: the military jacket was blue, while his trousers were white cotton, and the embroideries were golden. His sword, as usual, was tied to his hip. Wolfram, as the seamstress was moving away, could look at himself in the mirror and was satisfied with the fashion result.

" I think I'm presentable."

It was only now he felt the stress that he had successfully pushed away during the last previous days coming back. Conrad noticed it and pressed a hand to his arm.

" Everything is going to be all right."

" Mh, yes, I hope so," his heart couldn't stop beating fast. He took in a deep breath to calm himself down. His palms , to his dismay, were getting wet with anxiety. Because of the bad surprises he had had since the year's beginning, he had now mistrust about a lot of things. But that, of course, remained hidden within him. He said nothing to his brothers.

He glanced at his own watch. 1:00 pm. The ceremony would start in twenty minutes only.

" Is Yuuri ready?"

" I'll go to see," said Conrad heading to the doors and the next chambers where Yuuri was preparing himself with Shouri's help. When he got back, he nodded smilingly.

" You are going to see each other."

" What about Gwendal?"

" He's in the royal carriage, he's waiting for you,too, as he's your best man."

Wolfram blushed slightly, and looked away from Conrad:

" I'm sorry...if I didn't choose you as..."

" Oh, no, it's fine : do not have any regrets, I have no reproaches to make."

He smiled to reassure him then said: " If you allow it, we may leave now and join Yuuri and Shouri."

" Right," Wolfram nodded as his heart took in a faster race. Oh, my God, please, help me to relax!

Following Conrad, Wolfram made his way out. The corridor was desert, as expected. " Yuuri is coming," Conrad murmured in his brother's ear. The doors of the contiguous chambers opened, accompanied by the two kings' voices.

" It's all right, Shouri! I'm fine...and well, my outfit just fit me perfectly, don't worry..." a slightly annoyed Yuuri was telling his brother who was fidgeting with his cape. Shouri was about to argue but his eyes settled upon Wolfram and he was left mouth-gaped. " Shouri, what..." Yuuri turned around and then understood his brother's shock.

His eyes drifted from Wolfram's head to foot. The word beautiful wasn't enough to describe his fiancé.

The blond enjoyed his sovereign's look, too: dressed in black, the design of this clothes had been to give him a more regal air, and also, Wolfram smiled entertained at that, showed off his muscular body. His shoulders were made even broader with the violet cape, embroidered with gold and a few rubies, arranged around them. Morgif had been slid in a bigger sheath, it was made in grey and golden leather, with a royal inscription along it. Wolfram didn't know if it was thanks to the slightly heeled shoes but his lover looked also...taller. Or maybe had Yuuri really grown up in one night.

But what he was sure of, though, was after two weeks of abstinence, they wanted nothing more than locking themselves up in their bedroom and doing some very personal activities...

" Wolfram," Yuuri said, a smile widening his lips.

" Yuuri..."

Only listening to their hearts, the two men hurled themselves into the arms of one another.

" You're...superb," Yuuri could just say, his eyes glinting with admiration.

" I know, you too, wimp," Wolfram replied, closing his eyes to meet his love in a deep kiss.

At that same instant, they were pulled away from each other, Shouri's fingers tugging at his brother's ear, and Conrad's arm around Wolfram, to prevent them from kissing now:

" It's not the moment, boys! Or you'll get cursed for the rest of your lives!"

" What?" Both Yuuri and Wolfram said, glaring at their respective brothers who were half-amused, half-touched. " What the hell are you..."

" Haven't you read the last part of the Traditions book, Yuuri?" Shouri asked while dragging him to the exit " it is written you can't kiss your fiancé the day of the ceremony before you are properly married and blessed by Shinou and Ulrick!"

" Wh-I..."

" Otherwise," Conrad continued pushing slightly Wolfram forward to make him walk, " you may be cursed because of the non-respect of that rule."

Wolfram and Yuuri shared a look that spoke volumes about what they were thinking of this ridiculous tradition...even if, for the sake of themselves, they were ready to follow it.

For once, Gwendal was smiling to the two young males who seated before him, while Conrad and Shouri rode horses at each side of the white carriage. With a semi-irony, Yuuri couldn't help but think it was Cinderella's own car.

" Good afternoon, you two," Gwendal pronounced.

" Hello," they responded with nervousness.

" You'll get a turn along some alleys of the public gardens where people are waiting for you, and then, we'll head towards the garden where the ceremony is held. Your families and your friends are waiting too."

He smiled at their obvious stress but couldn't help but sympathize with them. He felt something pinching his heart as his gaze lingered upon Wolfram. The baby was getting married before his brothers.

If Wolfram had a wish, it would be to erase this anguish that was increasing worryingly within him like a incurable sickness. He was watching through the window glasses of the carriage. Despite its magnificence, the garden wasn't the main point of his attention. His friends and his family were all sitting in front of the altar, on white chairs, butterflies flying around them all and long silky white ribbons tied to trees. On the steps of the altar, Shinou and Ulrick were standing side by side, waiting for the fiancés like everyone else. Yuuri smiled faintly as soon as he recognized his parents in the front rank. He had also invited a few people from the villages.

The children, led by a very elegant and pretty Greta, were the first to notice the royal carriage. They jumped off their chairs and ran towards it, making everyone turn around.

" The king and the lord have arrived!" they cried cheerfully. " they arrived!"

Miko raised her hand to her heart, emotion filling her. Wolfram found himself finally smiling: the sight of people so happy for them touched his heart right away, and then, some of his terror was blown away. Yuuri smiled, too, and held out his hand to his fiancé. Gwendal took care of hiding the future spouses as he exited the vehicle in first, thus keeping them as a surprise longer. It was a part of the ritual. Some of the children ran away when they saw grumpy Gwendal again, but most of them stayed grinning at him.

He then turned around to open widely the door.

People's reaction was not long to come when they saw Yuuri and Wolfram getting out gingerly of the carriage. They were extremely handsome for the ceremony. Wolfram's beauty was breathtaking, and just like the blond prince, Yuuri's slightly altered face and body didn't go unnoticed. As a strange music was played by someone, but any of them could tell from who, the two fiancés walked along the alley between the two thick ranks of guests. Greta, really elegant in a white and pink dress, her hair braided as a crown atop her head, was tossing few petals around them.

Wolfram didn't want to look at his mother, but he did. He saw her pride in her green eyes, and it was enough for him to feel relax and proud himself again. Yuuri on seeing the small few stairs before the simple altar- it was just a long table draped with a lengthy silky white fabric and some objects- decided, with a smile, to break the rule. He stopped in front of the altar and held out his hand to Wolfram so that his fiancé could get upon the small platform on which there was the table.

Wolfram's eyes grew larger as he settled a perplexed look at Yuuri. Normally, the king had to walk the stairs up first, then his fiancé followed. As Yuuri didn't move an inch, just staring at him with mischief, Wolfram finally got the stairs up to the platform, yet slowly.

Of course, people who were well aware of the ritual gasped with shock as the king was taking some liberties with it, but except for a few murmurs, they couldn't say anything else. Shinou had just raised an eyebrow in amusement and light surprise but didn't object. Ulrick, as for her and what she had represented for eight centuries, felt her hairs stand on end as she noted the king's rebellion.

Then, as both fiancés were standing side by side in front of the priestess and Shinou, the ceremony became solemn again.

" Today, we're celebrating the marriage of the 27th Demon king, Shibuya Yuuri Harajuuku Fuuri, with Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld, heir of the Bielefeld family, son of one of the Tenth Noble Families. After seven years of reign, his majesty has finally decided to marry one of our most loyal knights and servants, Wolfram von Bielefeld. May this union be a source of happiness for them and everyone in the kingdom."

The guests easily imagined the smiles upon the two males'faces as Yuuri and Wolfram had their backs turned to them. Ulrick was smiling genuinely too, benevolent towards the two youths then looked at Shinou.

" Original king, may you please present the weapons of their marriage and the kingdom."

Shinou nodded then stepped aside so that both Yuuri and Wolfram could see the objects upon the table. There were a silver cup, a long silver sword, and a kind of jar, a strange one in old clay. Yuuri momentarily wondered how it could be a weapon.

" Yuuri, Wolfram, look at these. They were made in my time for the first marriage celebrated after the creation of our kingdom. Since then, they have become precious, and great objects about our culture. It was a marriage of love between two young people. A simple, yet courageous mazoku man, and a rich and strong human woman. To protect the family she would found with him, she decided to make this sword. To provide food and care for both of them, he had this cup made. Great meanings are attached to these objects and I would ask you to take care of them all along your marriage."

Ulrick touched every object and a soft silver light appeared.

" They are blessed again for you," she said. She poured wine in the cup and handed it to Yuuri.

" You have to drink, you and Wolfram."

Yuuri did, but his eyes remained on the jar. I'm feeling something bad about it. Why did he not say anything about that thing? Wolfram sensed his perplexity but made no comment, too absorbed in all this solemnity. He drank the wine,too. Then, Ulrick took back the cup and put it back on the table. The next object she took was the silver sword.

" Yuuri, as the king, you are to make a promise to protect all the kingdom but now, also, your loved one, Wolfram. You're his protector."

Yuuri's smile came back, his hand reaching for the sword, and then faced Wolfram.

" I swear to protect you, I'll be the defender of our families."

Wolfram responded with a smile, his demeanour calmer but his eyes sparkling with love. Ulrick made a gesture to take back the sword but, to her surprise- and everyone else- Yuuri handed the precious weapon to the blond instead. Wolfram's eyes widened, Yuuri's reaction startling him completely, and he almost stepped back in hesitation.

" I make you my equal, Wolfram. I will respect you. Take it too and make a vow, I esteem you too much not to consider you as the other best defender of Shin Makoku."

Their parents were venting with emotion. Miko fanned her husband with great movements, but her widened gaze remained on their youngest son. With a trembling hand, Wolfram took a hold of the surprisingly very heavy sword. He was staring at the double black, his heart beating strong in his chest that seemed to have just tightened too much. Getting another evidence of how strong and trust-worthy Yuuri thought of him was much more than someone as proud as Wolfram could ask for. He pronounced with a clear emotion in his voice:

" I promise to protect you...and everything that is precious to us. And your life. And Greta's."

Yuuri smiled. He knew Wolfram had much to say but that the emotion would win him over if he said more than that. He nodded to indicate him he understood and believed him. Eventually, Ulrick took back the sword to put it down on the table then called the best men, Shouri and Gwendal. They brought their rings – that they had removed from their fingers two weeks ago- and held them out for their respective brothers. Just like in one of these earthen marriages Yuuri had seen many times on TV, he slid the ring to Wolfram's finger and the full blood makoku did the same for him.

" And now, to top everything off," Shinou said with a glint of mischief in his eyes, and Yuuri noticed it enough to worry about what hid behind those blue eyes, " let's talk about one of the most...amusing parts of the ceremony. Yuuri, Wolfram, do you see this jar? Well, it's called the "Honey-Moon-Jar." After the ceremony, you'll go for your honey moon. But, this honey moon will be a challenge to you, it'll test your love. In it, there are some small papers. The one you'll pick up will indicate you where you'll go as your first destination for your honey-moon..."

" So in fact, I can't even choose freely where I want to go, that's silly, you can throw that jar wherever you want, I don't give a damn about it," Yuuri said, rolling his eyes as his last drop of patience had wafting out of him. But in front of the multiples pairs of bulged eyes set on him, even from Wolfram who he thought would side him, and the dead silence that settled around,Yuuri understood he had gone too far and was as quick as to make up the situation:

" ahahha, joking, people, joking, ah ah ah..." his laugh died away when Ulrick couldn't even smile. He wasn't behaving as a regal one at all.

" Well, well,well;" Shinou went on, his fingers cupping his own chin " um, let's continue. Your destinations are secrets but I'll tell you: one is a normal yet unknown one, the other is a known one, the third is on a ship, and the last one is Hell. Will you choose please?" he said, handing the jar to the couple.

" What? Wh..." Yuuri stuttered, completely taken aback. " Hell? What do you mean by 'Hell"?"he looked at Wolfram who didn't seem at total ease either but wasn't protesting at all, then at the guests who, to his astonishment, looked perfectly calm yet very curious. Was there not anyone shocked by that?! Benjamin Groseilles, who was to Yuuri's misfortunes sitting very close to the altar, murmured:

" Pick up the good one! Pick the good one! But not the Hell one! You're going to die over there! Not the Hell one, it's full of sick people! I was doing some shopping there when some weird men started dancing around me and groping my buttocks- that I take care of with Precious Cream from Florette Rieda- and they forced me to perfume myself with musk! I HAATE musk. It's hell, over there. Just telling, you know."

"... Thanks but it's what I already figured out," Yuuri said, sweat dropping profusely. Seriously, which direction was his marriage heading to? Wolfram smiled:

" I'll choose."

" Wolf, we're not obliged to...do that!"

" It's part of the tradition, Yuuri. You've already crumbled it enough."

With no other explanation for his fearful fiancé, Wolfram dived his hand into the jar and rummaged in it to pick one of the tiny pieces of paper. Don't be afraid, Yuuri, he seemed to say with his eyes.

Finally, he lifted one piece of paper and Shinou read the writing upon it.

" Lucky ones, it's the ship."

Yuuri didn't know if he could sigh with relief now, wondering if it would be better there than in that hell where weird people would grope his rear and force him to perfume himself with musk.

" Well, it seems the honey moon on a boat was the best," Yuuri said. He was seated on the large bed. The day was drawing to its end. The darker sky was visible through the round window glasses.

" We can choose to go wherever we want now we're on it," he added remembering what Conrad had told him during the after party.

" Yes," Wolfram said, turning away from one of the windows, holding a glass of wine. His clear blue peignoir slightly slid from his shoulder, revealing his skin. " As Shinou said, we were lucky." He slowly walked towards the bed.

" I'm feeling a bit stupid for objecting this vulgarly on my marriage day..."

" Oh no...You were right, they don't have to choose for us...And you have some imperfections, like everyone. How patient can you be with those traditions? But at least, we chose the best and now we're free to go whenever we want with that board..."

" Your hand has something like good luck," Yuuri commented, inwardly noting that Wolfram made no attempt to slide his peignoir back properly.

Wolfram smirked at the words, and put his glass on a round table. It was only when he was close enough that Yuuri could catch a glimpse of his underwear as the peignoir loosely parted. It was a kind of transparent pair of knickers. Yuuri felt his blood boiling, and he had to swallow his saliva back.

" Mister Yuuri Shibuya von Bielefeld, would you make room for Wolfram von Bielefeld Shibuya, please?"Wolfram said while standing very close to his husband. Yuuri nodded. The room was getting dark, Wolfram lit two small candles on the near bed side table with his power. They were enough to allow them to see each other clearly. Wolfram keeping his gaze upon Yuuri slid his hands to his hips, then under each side of his undergarment and slowly, wantonly, started to slip it down, even moving his hips slightly to ease the process. Yuuri had never seen something so sexy and alluring, he was hardening already.

Without taking off his peignoir, Wolfram straddled Yuuri, resting his hands on his shoulders to steady himself. Yuuri gently removed the peignoir, Wolfram's body and skin were so delicate and beautiful. He found himself roaming his hand along the pale torso. Smooth and warm. Just like he loved it. Wolfram did the same thing, wandering his hands all over Yuuri's broad chest. He soon got rid of the white peignoir he was wearing. He leaned for a kiss that lasted long enough to turn them on completely.

They made love to each other with much fervour, enjoying their shared pleasure without holding back. Their bedroom became their nest of love.

Morning came.

The two lovers were still sleeping, nude like worms, the sun beams caressing their bare skins. Wolfram woke up first. His first movement was to look through the window...it was going to be a beautiful day. Then, he looked at Yuuri. His beloved was still asleep, on his stomach, saliva running from his open mouth. Chuckling, Wolfram pecked him, nuzzling his husband's nose tenderly then softly got up to watch the sea through the window.

" Why do you always wake up without me?" asked a sleepy Yuuri.

" Wimp. Always talking so suddenly." Nevertheless, he smiled then headed back toward the bed and returned the hug Yuuri had engulfed him in. They kissed, cuddled each other before deciding for a breakfast. Then, they took a bath and got dressed. With some nostalgia, Yuuri watched Wolfram putting his blue uniform on. " It's cool to be alone," he said.

" I agree..."

As Wolfram fetched his sword to tie it to his hips, a noise burst from outside. Looking at each other, Yuuri and Wolfram grew alerted. Yuuri hurried up getting dressed, and Wolfram chanced a peek, slightly opening the door. Menaces, threats and shouts of panic reached his ears before he caught sight of the assaulter.

" Yuuri, I think we're going to meet old acquaintances", he said. As Yuuri was gazing at him puzzled, Wolfram smirked and said:

" Let's fight some sailor suited pirates!"

Something odd came back in Yuuri. It was this joy to be close to Wolfram. To fight for him. Smiling, the young king took his sword:

" Yes, let's fight them!" and this time, he would only need a few seconds to neutralize the criminals. Wolfram was his strength, much more than the interior Maou.

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" Why did they jump off the board as soon as they saw you, Yuuri?"

"..."

The End