I have no words for how shitty I feel for leaving this story for so long -.- I just...lost my drive to write it to be honest – had a really crap few months. Oh well – I'm back into this genre, so never fear! Enjoy!

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Rating: NC-17
Pairing (s): Yuuri/Wolfram
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou or any of the characters.
Summary: Family...they were one anyway, weren't they? He didn't need any kind of clarification or proof of that – he certainly didn't need to see Wolfram killing himself over it...Yuuri just hoped that statement wouldn't end up to be literal...

Warnings: Shounen-ai (Male/male relationships), Yaoi (Male/male sexual relationships – though there will be forewarning of the chapters that contain the explicit stuff), Mpreg, minor Drug Use, Angst and slight OOC-ness.

My laptop's hard drive died and I lost all of my stories and coursework, so I had to redo everything that I'd been working on -.- So here's my message to anyone out there who, like me, sees their laptop as their very own newborn child – back up your work!

Now, on with the story...

Chapter Three

So much for quitting smoking. Yuuri sighed and rubbed his face with the hand that wasn't occupied with the smoky stick of poison. He'd resorted to hiding behind a large rose bush at the end of the cabin's gardens just to avoid Murata's smugness and Conrad's relentlessness. Sure, he wanted this to happen – but not at sword-point!

After Yuuri had finally got himself together and faced Wolfram's older brother, he had gotten the shock of a lifetime when he was told that if he didn't want Conrad to rat him out to Gwendal, he had to marry his baby brother within the month – "Besides, it's been a long time coming – face up to your responsibilities and at least pretend to be the king you're supposed to be!" Even Yozak had shut up after hearing Conrad say such a thing.

Yuuri gulped at the memory of the venomous look on his Godfather's face when he tried to say that it was too soon – "Is that so?" Needless to say, the date had been set and they were preparing to leave the cabin three days earlier than planned. Greta had felt so bad that she'd been apologising profusely at every opportunity, despite the fact that both he and Wolfram telling her that it was fine – "It was going to happen anyway, right?"

Drawing a lungful of smoke, Yuuri glared out across the picturesque scenery – this was supposed to be an amazing getaway full of fun and careless freedom. Instead, it was being cut short in favour of a shotgun wedding. Yes, he loved Wolfram and, yes, he wanted to marry him – but wasn't this a little extreme?

He groaned and snubbed out the last of his cigarette amongst the rest of the finished buts on the ground – he'd clean up later. At first, Wolfram had been furious at the idea – this was their wedding and they would have it whenever they chose. It turned out, however, that Conrad was just as mad at Wolfram as he was with Yuuri – it also turned out that Wolfram was just as terrified of the consequences of not heeding Conrad when he was in this mood.

But...Yuuri drummed his fingers against the damp soil, feeling the sick feeling of guilt low in his belly – though he tried to hide it, Yuuri knew that Wolfram was excited about this. He'd wanted this for nearly eight years and Yuuri was kicking up such a stink about it...

Shaking his head, Yuuri pulled the keys to the Land Rover out of his pocket – having snuck it out of the bowl of keys in the main hallway before he left the cabin – and made his way over to the vehicle. It was far too early in the morning for anyone to be awake to see him – his hiding behind the rose bush being more of a habit than a necessity – so he pulled out of the driveway cautiously, making hardly any noise, and set off down the deserted road into the nearest town.

If he was doing this, he was doing it his way.

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"Yuuri?" Wolfram's muffled voice was barely coherent through the solid wall between he and his fiancé. "Are you awake?"

The young king pressed his ear against the part of the wall where he could hear his voice the loudest. "Yeah, I'm awake."

Conrad had actually made Wolfram move into a separate bedroom – he couldn't ask Yuuri to move because ordering the king around would only be tolerated to a certain extent – and had assured them that if either of them snuck out to see each other at night, he would know. This was getting ridiculous. "Where were you today?"

"Avoiding Conrad, mostly." Yuuri grinned to himself, glancing over to the wardrobe in his room where he had stashed the items that he had bought when he had driven into the small nearby town – Wolfram didn't need to know about them yet. "I kind of hid out in the gardens all day."

A soft snort sounded on the other side of the wall. "You? How bored did you get?"

"Insanely." Sighing, the young king pulled his blanket tighter around himself, having drug it and a few pillows to his spot by the wall. "Hey, Wolf?"

"Hmm?"

Yuuri bit his lip lightly, wondering how to approach this subject – he and his fiancé had been kept away from each other since the previous morning so they hadn't been able to speak about what had happened. By the time that both Yuuri and Wolfram had discovered the shared part of their bedroom walls, it had been very late and neither of them had much energy to talk after being grilled all day about how inappropriate they had been. "How come Conrad is so mad at us? I mean, yeah, I can see why he would be a bit pissed off that we had...you know...because you're his little brother. But he knows that we wouldn't have gone all the way. Even if I didn't know why I should hold myself back, you would have stopped me 'cos you knew."

There was a long pause on the other side of the wall – only light shuffling could be heard as, presumably, Wolfram shifted around. "Um...Yuuri, did Murata go into a lot of detail when he told you about the logistics of...uh...demon...relations?"

Yuuri chuckled at Wolfram's slight discomfort. "You can say 'sex', Wolf – I won't break. Besides, you said some racier things yesterday morning..."

"Yuuri!" He could imagine the burning blush that would have spread across Wolfram's face at his comment – though he was keen when put in a sexual situation, Wolfram was quite a prude in normal conversations. "You know that's what I meant. Just answer the question."

Still laughing lightly, Yuuri shrugged to himself. "Well, he said that we can't use birth control and that you needed special attention to finish you off, but that's about it."

"Special attention?!" Wolfram – clearly indignant – fumed, muttering something that vaguely sounded like 'damn pervert sage'. Huffing, he seemed to shift around again before continuing. "Anyway...there's more to it, which is why Conrad is behaving the way he is. He's not angry at us, per se – more scared of what could have happened."

"I don't get it still. You knew about the whole 'don't pop the cherry before marriage' thing, so you would have stopped us before it went too far." Yuuri scratched his chin thoughtfully.

A sigh could be heard through the wall. "You have such a way with words. 'Pop the cherry' – how vulgar." Wolfram shifted again and his voice suddenly came from lower down, indicating that he was now laying down. Yuuri followed suit, pressing his cheek to the cool plaster. "Whatever, the point is that...I wouldn't have stopped you from...going too far."

Yuuri frowned. "Why not? I wouldn't have gotten mad."

Another snort. "You think I'm scared of you? Please, you wimp." The king smiled fondly at the nickname that used to annoy him so much. "No, I meant that when I'm –" Wolfram coughed, a little uncomfortably. "– less than composed around someone that I am..."

"Attracted to?"

"Shut up." Wolfram's voice snapped, clearly struggling to get past his innate shyness when it came to subjects such as this to explain. I wonder how he got through 'the talk' with Greta. "And yes, I meant that. Whenever I'm around someone who I am attracted to in a situation like that, I can't say no."

Yuuri sat up abruptly, feeling a rush of an unfamiliar emotion. Jealousy. How the hell did Wolfram know that he 'couldn't say no'? Had he...? "Wolf...have you been with someone before?" Someone who wasn't me...

"What? No!" Wolfram's voice sounded shocked that Yuuri would think that. "No, what I meant is that as your consort, I physically cannot say no to you when we're doing something like that. I would have gotten into a state where I wouldn't see any reason to stop if you wanted to go that far."

"Oh..." Yuuri settled back down, feeling a little embarrassed to have accused Wolfram of sleeping with someone else – he's a virgin. Duh. "Hey, is it in the demon sex rule book that I should get insanely jealous over the smallest things?"

Wolfram let out a small laugh. "Yes, actually – though there's no 'book'."

"Ah, that's okay then." Yuuri pressed his hand against the wall. "Hey, we're moving out tomorrow – we need to get up early."

"Yeah...we should sleep."

"I'll lay down the law a bit when we get back – Conrad isn't kicking you out of our bedroom at home."

"Heh, night, Yuuri."

Yuuri sighed, wishing that he could at least kiss his fiancé goodnight. They had only just gotten together properly and Yuuri felt like they were being deprived of the initial 'honeymoon period'. Before he realised what he was doing, he found his lips pressed lightly against the wall. He pulled back quickly, grinning like a fool. "Hey, I totally just kissed the wall."

A light laugh. "Wimp."

Very short, I know – sorry! I just wanted to get something posted after all this time, so I wrote this little scene to tide you over while I write the real one which should be much better!