Hey guys! I know it has been a very long time since I updated, but I am finally back! I have decided to first review all my previous chapters for errors (I am so ashamed ) before I post new ones. I will upload a new chapter soon. Promise!

Disclaimer: Don't own Kyou Kara Maou so please don't sue.

A/N: Yeah, I know it has been done before, but what the heck! Wolfram deserves love, and obviously, Yuuri is too innocent to initiate anything. As far as I can see, it will have to be Wolfram who has to teach Yuuri about "stuff." Therefore, this is a story about how Wolfram gets to sit in the driver's seat of their relationship and take control!

Chapter 1

To Throw Down the Gauntlet

The sun was bright over the gleaming hills of Shin Makoku, its warm rays falling on a small group of soldiers all dressed in identical blue uniforms and led by their blonde haired lieutenant, Wolfram von Bielefeld. In all aspects, this was a regular patrol with one exception, they were being accompanied by their lieutenant's fiancé and their king, Shibuya Yuuri, who was sporting his usual disguise.

It has been four months since Yuuri's return from Earth after the whole fiasco with the four boxes. Yuuri realized that he had really missed Wolfram, and judging from the response he got from Wolfram when he finally made it back, Wolf had missed him too. It also made him realize that, while he was too young to get married, he had to stop skirting the topic of his engagement. He could see that he was really hurting Wolf with his constant denials, and while he knew that at first Wolf hadn't been in love with him, now the feelings he professed were only too real and sincere. Yuuri knew he couldn't change his views about same-sex relationships in a single day, but he at least had to give Wolf a chance; his strong sense of right and wrong urged him to do so.

To find out how he really felt about Wolf, he had stopped shying away from Wolf. He blushed, thinking about the past few weeks. He had even allowed Wolf to wash his back! But this only seemed to confuse Wolfram and make him somewhat cautious, as if he was convinced that Yuuri was only humoring him. So, Yuuri decided to further show his willingness to spend more time with him by allowing Wolf to help him with his sparring lessons. The look on Wolf's face when Yuuri asked Conrad if it was ok if Wolf took over his lessons was priceless! But, somehow, none of these tactics seemed to be working. It certainly was not making his fiancé relax around him. Much to Yuuri's confusion, it seemed as if Wolfram's jealous tantrums had increased! And so Yuuri, who was at his wit's end on how to reassure his fiancé that he wanted to give their relationship a try turned to the etiquette book that Gunter given him since his faux paus on his first day at Shin Makoku.

After many days of painstakingly translating the text, Yuuri had finally come across a custom that apparently shy fiancées used to reassure their betrothed of their affections. Yuuri wanted Wolf to know that he wasn't running away anymore. The custom involved striking your fiancé's right cheek with your glove in public. Yuuri frowned, thinking that a lot of these customs involved hitting the other person in one way or the other. A rather barbaric way of showing that you care. Especially, when there was a similar custom on Earth during medieval times, where you struck a knight across the cheek or threw your gauntlet on the floor to challenge him to a duel.

Yuuri sighed, thinking this was the only way he could remedy Wolf's insecurity without any misunderstanding. And what better way to profess his affection for his fiancé than to do it in front of Wolfram's own troops? This was precisely why he had begged and cajoled Gunter and Gwendal to let him accompany Wolfram.

'Yes,' thought Yuuri, smiling to himself, 'I will do it tonight in front of Wolfram's men when we camp.'

At the same time, in the Maou's study in Blood Pledge Castle, a mischievous wind blew through the open window, flipping through the pages of a giant book on etiquette that was lying open on the table until it reached a bookmarked page. It seemed as though the wind was giggling at the following lines written on that page:

For the shy ones, flicking your glove across your fiancé's right cheek would reassure him or her of your affections

And then, the mischievous wind flipped to the next page, and a line that Yuuri had failed to read was revealed:

and give him or her permission to woo you in bed.

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'That's strange,' thought Yuuri, 'Is it just me or are all the men in Wolfram's troops giving both of us predatory leers'?