This is my tribute to Yuuri Shibuya.

Things to remember:

A) This fanfic contains shonen-ai. MALE ON MALE. BOY X BOY. Don't like, don't read. It's simple, folks.

B) I support YuuRam. If they have sex(unlikely), Yuuri will top. Deal with it *-*

C) I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh, sadly. But that's okay. I'll live.

D) This is a work of FICTION. So because of this fact, anything I say goes. No complaining if something below does not make sense. I will be more than happy to explain my logic if you ask me.

E) This story shoukd only be 3-5 chaps. I recommend reading the preview(which is in my 10th chapter of The Konohagakure Chronicles. Go read, it won't kill you)

More relevant info to this chapter: This is my first KKM fic, but I don't think it's too bad. Big thanks to my oldest sis, Kane, for the lovely beta she did in on this baby. It has 4 stories that follow it, and they should be up directly after this one. Hope you guys like this XD

Sincerely wishing you all well,

Kida-Asumi, the Captin of Sirius

"Yuuri!" Wolfram moaned, withering under a strong male.

"Wolf, just a little bit more-" He cut himself off, moaning softly as well as he came into the hot, warm sanction that was Wolfram. A slick liquid followed shortly after onto Yuuri's own stomach. Panting, the dark haired Maoh collapsed onto him, laying a light kiss on Wolfram's shoulder as the Mazoku sighed peacefully.

"That was wonderful." The blond practically purred. Yuri chuckled, sitting up slightly.

"It was." He agreed, leaning down to -

"Yuuri? Yuuri! Your mother is calling for you." A voice he had just heard in his pleasant-

Wait, what?

Yuuri sat up, gasping and looking at a perplexed Wolfram wildly.

'Pleasant dream…about sex with Wolfram?' Yuuri thought, blushing when he noticed his morning problem, a bit more of a problem as he stared at Wolfram. He closed his eyes when the image of him repeating his dream, here and now, came to his mind…again…

"What's wrong? Another bad dream?" Wolfram asked, concerned. Yuri sighed, shaking his head.

"No, and that's the problem." Yuri admitted truthfully. "You go on down, Wolf." He insisted. Wolfram frowned, but did as his Maoh instructed.

That was the tenth consecutive dream he had had in a month. As much as he tried to fight it, Yuuri was slowly falling for Wolfram, who had backed down quite a bit on his 'aggressive' tactics.

'Maybe I should consider him…' Yuuri thought to himself.

He and his fiancé were paying a private business visit to Shori. Well, he meant it to be just him, but with the threats from Big Cimaron, he allowed Wolfram to come along.

'I mean, he is a great friend to me.' Yuuri continued to ponder as he headed out from the bathroom, going for his mother's cooking. 'And he's not unattractive.' He added in his silent musings.

"Oh, I agree." The voice in his head chuckle. Yuuri mentally glared at him.

'Stay out of it.' Yuuri snapped. The 'source of his power' - as he now referred to the voice in his head, AKA Mazoku Yuuri, - was gently and more persistently trying to sway him to court Wolfram, and he had to admit, it was working.

Even now, he felt a blush coming to his cheek as he noticed how the apron Wolf was wearing accented his perfect ass.

Yuuri sighed as he sat down. Maybe…the time had come for him to face facts. He felt something for Wolfram, whatever it may be; and maybe it was time he embraced that fact.

"So what are your plans today?" Jennifer asked perkily as Shouma read the paper. Wolfram looked at Yuuri from the corner of his eye as he bit into the Earth food of 'pancakes.'

"Well, actually, I was thinking about taking Wolfram to the Dragon's Cave today." Yuuri said, his mother grinning.

"Oh, do you like fire, Wolfram, dear?" Jennifer asked. Wolfram nodded.

"Yes, very much." He said politely. Jennifer beamed.

"Wow, thank you for a great time today, Yuuri." Wolfram said softly as he waited for Yuuri to pull on his pajama top. Yuuri smiled.

"No problem Wolf. I had fun too. Besides, I never really do anything for you, so I figured that I should. Every once in awhile." He clarified, hoping not to reveal his true interests. Wolfram nodded, his face giving none of his emotions away, making Yuuri wonder if he had hurt him.

"Well, thanks for that Yuuri." He said sincerely as Yuuri crawled in beside him. He yawned, snuggling up to a pillow. "Good night." He said as he yawned again.

Yuuri chuckled. "Night." He replied.

Yuuri awoke that night from a particular steamy dream of Wolfram. A quick glance out the window told him that it was just after midnight. It was inevitable that, when Yuuri returned to bed after a trip to the bathroom, he glanced at his bed partner. Wolfram was snoring lightly as he slept, the slight look of displeasure disappearing when Yuuri crawled back into bed.

He couldn't help but chuckled as he lay down, at the hand that silently, and unconsciously, gripped his arm. Rolling over, Yuuri paused as he stared at the beautiful, peaceful face. He took a deep breath, and then gently wrapped an arm around Wolfram. Not over thinking this simple action, Yuuri admitted to himself, that he just wanted to hold his blond. Yes, his blond. That was what Wolfram was to him. Legally...and possibly emotionally.

"Yuuri…" Wolfram breathed in his sleep, snuggling closer to his fiancé. Yuuri sighed as he finally allowed sleep to overcome him.

Wolfram smiled as he walked around the courtyard, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. Yuuri and Greta were in the castle, his fiancé helping her pick a dress for her birthday party in a few months time. Despite his stable life, the bishonen frowned.

Yuuri had been acting…odd at best. In fact, two weeks ago, when the two were on Earth, Wolfram awoke not beside his Maoh, but in his arms. When he had sat up, Yuuri had smiled and greeted him with a good morning. Then, when they returned, the double-black had been watching him. He had noticed, of course. It wasn't like he was uncomfortable, no. It was just a bit nerve wracking that Yuuri was acting this way. It was making him…feel like Yuuri actually wanted him.

Shaking his head of the worrisome thoughts, Wolfram knelt beside a bud of white roses.

"Do you like them?" Speaking of the Maoh…Wolfram smiled as he turned.

"Yes, very much so." He replied, fingering one of the petals. "They are very beautiful." He added.

When Yuuri opened his mouth to speak, Wolf let out a yelp of pain.

"Stab yourself?" Yuuri asked softly as Wolfram put his hurt finger in his mouth, nodding.

He gasped when Yuuri pulled the finger out of his mouth, his normally carefree gaze, heated.

"Yuuri?" Wolfram asked softly. Placing a gently kiss on the finger as he pulled it out of his mouth, Yuuri patted it and smiled.

"There, all better." He declared. His gazed at Wolfram for a moment longer.

'Ah what the hell.' He thought.

"Yuuri?" Wolfram whispered eyes wide as his fiancé leaned forward.

"We found him!" A voice called out as the two were surrounded. Yuuri snapped out of his daze, Wolfram jumping in front of him.

"Stay back." He ordered as he got into a defensive position.

"Wait a sec, Wolf!" Yuuri called as Wolfram jumped into action. Even though he fought fiercely, Wolfram was quickly over powered and knocked out.

"Wolf?" Yuuri questioned, his sigh of relief turning into a gasp. While his troops were approaching, the male holding Wolfram took off.

"Wolf!" Yuuri called after him, Conrad holding him back. "We have got to get Wolf!" He insisted.

"We will, your majesty." Conrad assured him, guards running after Wolfram.

"Wolf!" Yuuri called after him, stretching hand out towards the blond. And just like that, the newfound love of his young life was ripped away from him.

So...do you hate me for the cliffy? Or do you hate me for writing this? Or did you love it? PLEASE let me know if you have questions or anything. I promise, your reviews won't be ignored.

See you next Friday XD - Kida-Asumi