Teaching lessons

Author: Kammyh

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: K+

Warnings: set after season three. This is the first of a series of seven drabbles set after the fiction 'Win me over', but I guess you can easily read this and each of the others as stand alone; you just need to know that Yuuri and Wolfram already confessed to each other.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou.

Thanks to my BETA-girl who survived my grammatical errors and my straight from Italian syntax, and teacher MasterFranny who gave me this 'homework'.

Summary: Yuuri asked Wolfram out on a date, but does the Maou actually know how to carry one out? YuuWolf

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Wolfram knew it would end up like this, but still he had given his fiancé a last chance before giving up on the matter. As a result, even though they were sitting there, one next to the other and looking at the same round ball being thrown from side to side, the blond soldier felt like they had never been this far.

Yuuri was so absorbed in the playing action that probably being alone or with a larger group of friends would have been just the same. The older Mazoku sighed and tried to focus back on the man throwing the ball for the hundredth time that day.

"Homerun!"

All of a sudden everyone around Wolfram straightened up and began cheering loudly, making his trained nerves shake. The blond soldier felt grateful that Yuuri had thought such a thing would happen and that he had trained him to tame his soldier instincts before bringing him to the stadium.

The training brought them a couple of remarkable results, such as Wolfram biting his tongue half of the times he heard commotion around to prevent himself from instinctively jumping on his feet and kill the first person he saw, or the Maou bearing dark scorches all over his body and a few more sword cuts. After they moved the training to Earth Yuuri had to add to the count even dark hematomas, courtesy of his overly trained fiancé.

"It was great, the ball was thrown almost out of the stadium!"

"Yeah, Shibuya, it was a really nice hit."

Murata smiled at Yuuri and the Maou chose that moment to finally look at his fiancé, mistaking his serious expression for actual interest in the game which had just been resumed. Since everything seemed to go on smoothly, he lost himself in the game again, much to Wolfram's discomfort.

"Oi, Great Sage, was it really something so great what just happened?"

The black haired Mazoku looked at Wolfram with a cheerful smile on his face.

"I don't think so, Lord Von Bielefelt. I told Shibuya that to make him happy. That's the same reason why I accepted to be the manager of his baseball team even though I actually like soccer."

Wolfram felt his heart getting heavier as he considered how Murata could easily understand Yuuri and act in a way that would surely please him, while he never seemed to be able to do make the Maou happy, even though they were engaged and he wanted it to work with all his might.

"Yuuri never told me why it is called a homu-home…"

"It's an home-run, Lord Von Bielefelt. I guess you call it so because you go straight to the home plate with no possibility to be stopped."

Green eyes stared at the distressed Great Sage, quietly analyzing the information given to him.

"Is it like catching a prey of one hundred polorin at the kohizoku hunting when you know that it is the heaviest animal around?"

Murata gave a weak smile, not completely understanding the similarity, but he found enough willingness to answer Wolfram that more or less it was what he meant and he silently cursed his friend for causing him to be the third wheel. The older Mazoku tried to focus back on the game, but his attempts to enjoy it failed miserably without someone methodically explaining everything to him.

Eventually the game ended and Murata took his chance to leave the Royal couple alone to its problems. When Yuuri tried to stop his friend from going away, he was met with a firm glare that the Maou quickly translated as 'Explain baseball rules to him before we meet again. He is your fiancé, not mine!'.

Murata smiled a last goodbye to Wolfram and ran back home, leaving a terrified Maou behind. Yuuri turned to look at his fiancé, who was quietly waiting for his words. No matter how much he thought, he could find nothing appropriate to say.

"Uhm… Would you like to go to the park?"

Wolfram noticed how Yuuri had mentally kicked himself right after the offer, but he forced himself to keep calm nonetheless. The silence had finally ended, and he was not going to let his anger ruin their already disastrous date.

"I'd like to."

The dark haired Mazoku was so surprised by his companion's answer that he could only manage a weak smile. Yuuri headed to the park, saying in a half voice 'It's this way' to Wolfram.

Wolfram sighed heavily and followed his fiancé, keeping a distance of a couple of feet between them like he was used to do in Shin Makoku. The day when they had actually walked hand in hand and embraced seemed like it had been just a dream.

They reached the park and sat down on a bench near a big tree, which sheltered them from the rays of the hot sun shining upon them. Each time Yuuri seemed willing to begin a conversation he just changed his mind and kept silent, leading the blond soldier to an increasing state of frustration.

"Are you going to do or say something, wimp? What's with you today?"

Yuuri blushed a dark shade of red and began fidgeting with the corner of his jacket, hoping he could gain another couple of minutes before the older Mazoku decided he'd had enough and killed him.

"I-I have no idea of what to do during a date with a boy…"

Wolfram felt the hefty need to slay his fiancé right on the spot, but still he tried his best to keep calm.

"Yuuri, we are going to marry in a couple of months and you are still thinking about insignificant matters such as being both males?"

"N-no, wait! That's not what I meant!"

Wolfram momentarily let his murderous idea go and gave Yuuri a chance to explain himself.

"Ehm… well… I don't want to insult you by treating you like a woman and… well, going to the park or teaching you baseball rules caressing your hand or putting an arm around your waist with a stupid excuse seemed too cheesy and cliché to actually work!"

Wolfram didn't know if he had more reasons to be happy because Yuuri had thought to do those things, or to be angry because he hadn't done them.

"You made me get through the worst date ever for those idiocies?"

Wolfram's cold voice made Yuuri want to disappear into a dark hole and never come out again.

"I didn't plan to make a mess… I just don't know what to do."

The Maou's extremely embarrassed expression earned him a sweet smile from the blond soldier, who had apparently given up on his deadly plan for a more heartfelt one. Wolfram closed up the space between them, almost forcing his fiancé to put an arm around his waist.

"Lesson number one: I don't bite unless you want me to… or unless you cheat on me. Yuuri, for Shinou's sake, if you want to do something just do it!"

Yuuri's blush darkened and he scratched the tip of his nose, mentally considering what his fiancé meant. The Maou was about to ask something again, but in the end all he did was to look away even more embarrassed than before. The younger Mazoku's actions were too cute to not snicker at his expenses, and no matter how much Wolfram tried to keep quiet, in the end he couldn't avoid it anymore.

Wolfram's chuckle was enough to give Yuuri a little more courage, reassuring him that his fiancé wasn't actually as angry as he thought he would be. Still pretending to look somewhere else, the Maou shyly put his arm around the blond soldier's shoulders and brought him closer, so that Wolfram's head rested conveniently on the crook of his neck.

"Are there any other lessons?"

Wolfram made himself more comfortable in Yuuri's embrace, finally enjoying some intimacy with fiancé.

"Of course there are. Second lesson: figure out by yourself what to do."

The blond soldier grinned up at the younger Mazoku, who answered with the most puzzled expression he could manage. Yuuri looked around trying to find any help to solve Wolfram's enigma, but all he could see were only young couples eating sweets and cuddling each other.

They were already doing the cuddling, so the Maou guessed that maybe he could try buying something to drink and quickly scanned the place to find a café or a food stand. Eventually his eyes caught the light of the shining sign he was searching for and quickly headed towards it, after murmuring a soft 'I'll come back in a few minutes, wait here' to his puzzled fiancé.

Wolfram was quite pleased seeing Yuuri act on his own will, and waited to see what he was up to. He couldn't hide a sweet, big smile when the younger Mazoku came back with two creamy white milkshakes and shyly handed him one.

"Uhm… Try this one."

The blond soldier took a sip, grimacing at the bitterness of the lemon, and earned a small peck on his temple as Yuuri sat happily back next to him.

"I'm sorry, Wolf, try this instead."

The older Mazoku pouted at his companion and exchanged drinks with him. Yuuri watched him closely as Wolfram tasted the other milkshake. The Maou's worried look quickly turned into a big smile as no scowl appeared on the blond soldier's face.

"This is sweeter."

"If you like it better, keep the vanilla milkshake, I'll drink the lemon one. I didn't know what you would prefer, so I took one sweeter and one less sugary."

Wolfram grinned at his fiancé as he took another sip of his drink, his green eyes silently teasing Yuuri in a way that could have been both mocking and seductive, sending chills down the Maou's spine.

"You chose them both white, did you miss something from me?"

Yuuri's face turned a darker shade of red as he understood what his fiancé was hinting at, but he was already learning how to deal with this side of Wolfram and even if he hadn't mastered the perfect technique yet, he still could find something to save himself.

"Why don't you figure it out by yourself, teacher?"

Wolfram took another sip from his glass and purposefully let a white trail of liquid fall from the corner of his mouth, which captured all of Yuuri's interest as it slowly made his way down to his chin. The Maou's mind mildly realized that they were still in an open space with loads of other people around them, as he proceeded to lick the sweet creamy substance from his fiancé's neck up to his even sweeter lips.

Yuuri let his tongue get rid of any small trace of milkshake on Wolfram's lips, and subtly asked for permission to enter his hot cavern and reach directly the source of that sweetness.

The blond soldier let his Maou have his fill, fighting to keep both his voice and body under control and failing badly. Yuuri reluctantly let go of Wolfram's mouth, blushing madly as he licked his own lips and savoured the vanilla milkshake mixed with his fiancé's unique taste.

"I'd prefer to be the student this time."

They smiled at each other and Yuuri took his chance to tighten his arms around his fiancé, trapping him in a firm embrace.

"Will you give me a second chance? There is a place with a few baseball batting cages around here."

Wolfram nodded against the Maou's warm chest and let himself enjoy his small victory over Yuuri's insecurities still hiding just round the corner. No matter how much of a wimp Yuuri could be, Wolfram knew that once his Maou learned his lesson he was the best to put it into practice. From this moment on maybe, and just maybe, he could not only enjoy this date, but even baseball.

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"TEACHING LESSONS" THE END