04/2017 - This story has been re uploaded to correct formatting, grammar and spelling mistakes. Plot remains unchanged. Also, this story is officially out of hiatus and back on track.

Disclaimer: I think by now we all know I don't own KKM or any of its characters, right?

Here is the first chapter of the sequel of my story The real battles are those fought on the inside, and it took me a while to post it since I actually wrote the third chapter first and I didn't know how to go back and start it. Besides, I had a hard time deciding on the rating, I kept the prequel T, but in order to make this story work, I need to heat things up a bit .

This time it is going to be a Humor fic! well not the entire thing, Angst just goes too well with this couple, but as you read on you'll know what I mean. I'm just gonna leave the categories as Romance/General since putting Angst/Humor or Hurt/Comfort/Humor sounds way to irrational to me.

Also I think this story is going to be a lot longer than the last one, so I hope you'll stick with me and enjoy it!

Warning: this is rated M for a reason, don't like it, don't read it :)

Don't forget to R&R and read the [A/N] at the bottom, just the first, the second you can ignore.

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Chapter 1: Peaceful days

Inside of the royal chamber the singing of morning birds could be heard by a half asleep Yuuri, whose eyes were starting to open at the contact with the rays of sunlight, that slipped through the curtains mercilessly. By his side, lay his prince consort, still sleeping soundly.

He caressed a pale cheek and ran his fingers through some blond locks with a smile on his face. "Wolfram" he whispered, trying to wake him up gently, but the blond wasn't ready to do such a thing just yet, so he snuggled next to Yuuri, resting his head on his husband's chest, and grabbing him by the waist, determined to sleep a few more minutes before embracing the day.

Yuuri chuckled to himself and held Wolfram too, while he tried to remember their schedule for the day. It was Sunday, and there wasn't much to do, probably nobody would come barging through their door for at least a couple of hours. After lunch the story was different though, after going through an endless pile of paperwork, they had to go to Shinou's Temple to finalise the arrangements for the ceremony that was to be held the next day. Thinking about that, he let his mind wander, remembering another ceremony, held almost nine years ago, one he held very dear on his heart.

Everybody was already gathered on Shinou's temple, that had to actually had be modified a little, to make room for the large number of members of the Shin Makoku alliance, and friends mostly, that Yuuri had made over the years. They all wanted to be present, celebrating this moment of the Maou's life. Looking at the room as it was, no one could have guessed this was the room that usually would only store the three remaining forbidden boxes, the whole sight was actually quite beautiful.

Standing at the front were Ken and Ulrike, facing the crowd, both dresses with white and purple ceremonial tunics; at their right stood Conrad and Gwendal, who were wearing their best formal uniforms, and at the left was Shori, dressed with a black formal suit that was a mix of a military uniform and a Japanese gakuran, he never understood the obsession Shin Makoku seemed to have with high school uniforms.

Yuuri laughed softly at that last memory, disturbing the blond in his arms. Still half asleep, which in the case of the prince consort meant he could probably not fully wake up for hours, he made a little annoyance noise and buried his face on Yuuri's chest with a smile.

The last one standing at the front was Yuuri, he was dressed in a way that would have made Shinou proud, he really looked like a king is supposed to, although Yuuri knew the former king must have been somewhere around there watching the ceremony somehow. He was wearing mostly black, boots, pants and jacket were jet black with the exception of some details in silver and a long burgundy cape, that rested in only his left shoulder held in place by a big silver brooch with his coat of arms on it. The most important detail on his outfit was the crown he was wearing, the Original Crown, that had been worn by Shinou himself when he had reigned, it was a beautiful and much more simple crown that what Yuuri had imagined, not so tall, made of gold and silver, and adorned with red and green gemstones.

Yuuri could feel his heart pounding against his chest when the doors started to open slowly, almost painfully slow. After his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see two people standing at the doorway. One of them was Lady Cheri who, in consideration and after the begging of his youngest son, was wearing a light blue dress, far less revealing that anyone would have expected, but beautiful all the same.

Next to her, stood Wolfram. Yuuri's breath was taken away by the sight in front of him, and so was everyone else's in the room, judging by the general gasp of the crowd. Wolfram was as beautiful as always, the two emerald green eyes glowing , the golden locks dancing beautifully to a small breeze from behind them, and his cherry lips forming a soft smile. He was wearing a long, almost knee high, tight jacket with a mandarin collar and gold buttons on the right side of his chest; it had tight sleeves up to his elbows, that then widened, ending in a point that touched the tips of Wolfram middle fingers. The outfit was completed with trousers and boots, the whole ensemble of a beautiful ivory color, the jacket with a soft design of a dragon embroidered in black, the Maou's color and beast.

Yuuri looked at Wolfram, listening carefully to his calm breathing, stopping his eyes in every little detail of the blond's face, he felt so lucky knowing this beauty was all his, still wondering how it took him so long to accept something that would bring him so much joy, how could he ever have hurt this amazing person by his side, making him hopelessly wait for so many years, and how he knew he could never imagine life without him.

As Wolfram walked down the aisle, Yuuri's heart felt like it was coming out of his chest, he was still a bit nervous, but when Wolfram took the hand he offered to him, to help him up the little platform they had to stand in, he felt his fears fading slowly, as an overwhelming happiness took its place.

"In the presence of the Great One, Shinou Heika, we gather today to celebrate the union of His Majesty, the 27th Maou of our great nation of Shin Makoku, and Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld." you could hear the joy in Ulrike's voice, although she was suppose to stay serious. After a small pause, looking at them, she smiled and continued.

"Yuuri Shibuya, 27th Maou of Shin Makoku, do you wish to take Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld as you spouse, to love, cherish and honor him as your prince consort, to reign this country by your side, from this day on?" Yuuri tightened his grip on Wolfram's hand and answered looking into emerald eyes

"I do".

"Wolfram von Bielefeld, do you wish to take His Highness, Yuuri Shibuya, as your spouse, to love, cherish and honor him, to protect him above all things, and above all others, from this day forward?" small tears of happiness began to form on Wofram's eyes.

"I do".

Ulrike grabbed a big, weirdly shaped, crystal glass, decorated with gold and filled with water, that Wolfram and Yuuri took with one hand each, not letting go of each other's other hand. They drank at the same time from it, quite gracefully after having rehearsed that part of the ceremony a lot. They kept their gazes locked on each other, as the water began to shine with a golden light, symbolizing the acceptance of the union by the Original King.

Shori and Corad walked forward, holding something in their hands. Then Ken started talking to the crowd in a solemn but happy voice, while they delivered said something to their respective little brothers. "The rings, on Earth's tradition, represent the union of two loving souls. As the ring, which has no beginning and no end, may your union be eternal, and never broken, by any force of this or another world"

They slipped the silver rings into each other's fingers and smiled. Yuuri looked around noticing his and Wolfram's mothers sobbing in happiness, then he had to force himself to let go of Wolfram's hand for the next part of the ceremony, he took one step back.

Wolfram faced the crowd and knelt down on one knee "Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld, do you vow your eternal loyalty to this country, its King and its people on this day, and swear to protect their best interest, at the cost of even your life?" Ulrike asked, giving a step forward and standing right behind the blond.

"I do".

Ken reached for something behind him, and then approached the priestess, handing her a diadem, smaller than Yuuri's crown but equally beautiful, made completely out of silver and white gold, and decorated with emeralds that accentuated the green eyes of the blond. Ulrike placed the diadem in Wolfram's head and stepped away while he stood up. Yuuri held his hand one more time and they both faced the crowd. Ken spoke up

"Ladies and gentleman, I now present to you: His Majesty Yuuri Shibuya, 27th Maou of Shin Makoku and his husband, the Prince Consort, Wolfram von Bielefeld" as the crowd cheered, he added in a low and playful voice "You can kiss your husband, Shibuya" And so he did, holding his now husband by the waist with one hand and grabbing his chin with the other, he placed a loving kiss on those cherry lips.

"What are you daydreaming about with that goofy smile so early in the morning?" a tender scolding voice snapped Yuuri out of his thoughts to find a fully awake Wolfram in his arms, looking at him with a smile.

"I was just remembering our wedding" he said, holding Wolfram closer and placing a kiss on his lips before adding "Good morning". The blond blushed a little out of pure happiness, knowing his husband was smiling because he was thinking of them.

"Good morning wimp" he answered. Yuuri smiled as he stood from the bed, wondering for the hundredth time when was it exactly that wimp became a pet name instead of an insult, although he didn't mind it really, in fact he actually loved it, if was just so like Wolfram.

"There's really not much to do until after lunch, how about we take a long bath?" Yuuri asked standing in front of the full body mirror. He took a glance at himself, it had been almost twenty years since he came to Shin Makoku for the first time, and he had hardly changed as much as he had expected. He looked around three or four years older, which wasn't that small of a difference either, he just didn't see it like the rest of the people around him did.

The change had been so slow it's not surprising that he didn't notice. He was about Conrart's height now, his back was wider and his muscles had been toughened by training over the years, his hair was a little longer too, although he would probably cut it soon, it bothered him when his bangs would fall in front of his eyes, that were now a bit less round, still preserving that innocence which characterized him in them, though.

"That'd be great, but how much time do we have until somebody comes barging in here?" Wolfram answered, walking towards Yuuri, hugging him from behind and looking at him through the mirror. He was about four inches shorter than Yuuri and also looked just a little bit older than eighteen years ago. It still amazed Yuuri how, if you did the math correctly between mazoku and human years, Wolfram was supposed to be just about two years older than him when they first meet, so they would now be either eighteen and a half and twenty in human years or ninety three and a hundred in mazoku years, judging by how old they looked, and if they had shared the same aging rhythm all their lives. Although Wolfram really hadn't changed much, he was taller and about an inch more broad backed, amazingly enough for Yuuri, somehow he maintained his slender figure even being the strong soldier that he was, also his fine features remained, even more beautiful now, as well as his big green eyes and delicate lips.

"Today is sunday Wolf, we have the morning all to ourselves" Yuuri said, turning around and facing his husband with a grin.

"Oh, then let's not waste any more time, shall we?" Wolfram answered taking Yuuri's hand and heading towards their private bathroom with a lusty smile on his face, that assured Yuuri he was going to have quite a pleasant time that morning.

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At the temple, the priestesses ran from one side to the other, making the appropriate cleaning for the next day. A particular green haired one ran behind the Sage who was rushing through the hall, "But Geika, we need you to help us carry some heavy boxes out of the way so we can prepare the nursery, it may rain tomorrow so we can't let the babies's cribs on the halls!" she said with a demanding tone.

"I..." he started talking, but was cut short by a request from another priestess.

"Geika, can you help us?, we can't reach the blankets on the top shelves" He internally damned the day he grew taller than those women. They used to look like amazons for him, just how the hell had his japanese genes allowed him to grow so tall, he didn't know.

"I'm sorry but I need to prepare to receive the Maou who will be arriving shortly" he said in a rush, just when he was about to be requested to do something by a third girl, holding a duster.

"But Geika...!" the three girls whined, while he entered the room, closing the doors behind him. He rested his back on the door sighing, a drop of sweat running down his cheek.

"I see they keep you pretty occupied" Shinou said mockingly, stepping out of the shadow and sitting on The End of the Wind.

"You could help, you know?" Ken replied, walking to sit next to him.

"I am the Shinou Heika, they would never ask me to, although sometimes I can feel Ulrike staring at me thinking I do nothing around here" they laughed, now sitting back to back. Shinou rested his head on the back of the Sage's. "You are as tall as you were then" he said smiling to himself.

"Now you're gonna ask me to grow my hair like then too?" Ken replied with a mocking tone, hiding his discomfort at that comment.

"I won't, I like you better this way" Ken turned to find Shinou looking back at him, he could feel his breath on his mouth, slowly the space between them was reduced to less than an inch... when they were suddenly interrupted by a cough.

"Hate to interrupt..." On the doorway stood Yuuri, who tried to contain a chuckle, with a slightly blushed Wolfram next to him. Why the hell didn't this old doors shriek at all when they opened. Ken stood up in a jump and laughed nervously, putting a hand behind his head.

"Shibuya, you're not interrupting anything" he said, hiding his embarrassment.

"You sure? 'cause we can always come back in about... forty five minutes?" he said raising an eyebrow and grinning, enjoying this opportunity to mock his friend. It was such a rare opportunity, he just had to take it.

"Shibuya..." Ken said in a threatening voice.

"That would not be so bad" Shinou said with a smirk, increasing Wolfram's blush, which the blond had to look away to hide. Ken gave a murderous look to Shinou, and cleared his throat.

"Come on Shibuya, Wolfram" he said stepping out of the room, and signaling them to follow him. They reached the water fountain in the center of the temple and Ken sat on the corner, sighing and mumbling something about how it's not fair how you can't kill a dead man.

"Ge... Murata, exactly why are we here?" Wolfram asked, at some point they had started calling each other by their names but old habits are difficult to change. Well actually for Ken it was his last name, but no one called the Sage Ken, with the only exception of Shinou, which had become pretty clear to Wolfram and Yuuri, since that night they overheard the couple on a romantic kind of evening. For a dead man, he sure has a lot of energy, was all they commented on the subject, to never speak of it again.

"Well, as you can see it'll probably rain tonight, and maybe tomorrow too, so we have to change the plans for the newborn's ceremony" the three of them looked up to the sky that was covered by dark clouds.

"Yeah I thought so too, it's weird though, it never rains in this season" Yuuri said, taking a hand to his hip.

"Could it possibly be a bad omen? I heard the number of newborns is abnormally large this year" Wolfram replied with a concerned expression. Since mazoku lived very long lives, they didn't reproduce often. At least among the nobility, there weren't all that many births each year, or all that many children for that matter. His own family was an example, he and his oldest brother had been born almost a hundred years apart from each other.

"You're starting to sound like Günter, Wolf... Although I have hear a lot of engiwarou(1) lately" Yuuri said starting to get concerned too, he just had a gut feeling, there was something off. Ken looked down and hid his eyes with his glasses, thinking that his friends might just be right, but he wasn't quite sure just yet, so it was better not to alarm them.

"I think It's probably just a coincidence, why don't we... Crap! let's get inside" the Sage said when it suddenly started to pour down with rain.

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"Heika!... you are soaking wet" said Doria, coming out of the kitchen, Wolfram just could not get used to been called Heika, but at least he had stopped looking around for Yuuri whenever he was addressed to in that way, believing they were talking to his husband.

"Yeah we just came back from Shinou's temple and the sky seems to be falling down on us" he said and continued walking, then he remembered something and turned around saying "Yuuri and I will be eating in our room tonight" the girl bowed and excused herself.

When Wolfram got to their room he found that Yuuri was already there half naked, struggling to get out of the soaked trousers that had stuck to his body. "Want any help?" he said approaching him with a chuckle. "You are still such a wimp" he giggled when Yuuri fell on his rear, still unable to get out of the wet clothing.

"Just shut up and help me".

After helping Yuuri, Wolfram also undressed and was handed a towel by his husband, who was drying himself up too. Wolfram quickly ran to Yuuri's dresser and took out the king's black silk pajamas. "We still have to eat dinner, Wolf" the Maou said, noticing what his husband was doing.

"I told the maids we would be eating dinner here" he answered smiling and tossing the clothing to Yuuri.

"So, do I get to pick what you will wear too?" Yuuri stood up without waiting for an answer and walked to Wolfram's dresser, looking for something pretty specific he had stuck in his head for a while now. After a few moments he found it and grinned to himself, before turning around and handing Wolfram the folded clothing.

"This is... I haven't worn this since..."

"Our wedding night" he was cut short by a smiling Yuuri.

It was a long ivory nightgown that let Wolfram's shoulders at sight, tight under the bust with a black lace, with long bell sleeves and a cut on one side, right up to Wolfram's mid thigh. Wolfram walked into the bathroom, holding the nightgown, and came out with a long bathrobe on, to find the food had already been brought in and the maids were excusing themselves, he thanked the Great One for having come out with the robe, no one other that Yuuri was to see that specific nightgown, ever.

Wolfram sat in front of the king and they began eating. Wolfram felt somehow strange, maybe he was reading too much into things, but he could have sworn to have seen Ken look at them with a worried expression when they were riding away from the temple. He tried to forget about it and make some small talk "So, are you ready for the ceremony tomorrow? I know brother will be ecstatic will all the cute babies"

Yuuri looked at his husband, studying his face for a good ten seconds before answering, with a question, "Is something bothering you?" Yuuri asked and Wolfram wondered when the hell did he learn to read him so well.

"I just... It's nothing... I just have a bad feeling"

Yuuri had learned, over the years, that his husband had two kinds of bad feelings: there was the unjustified jealousy kind, that not even Wolfram would take that seriously anymore, and there was this kind. He used to have them when Greta was little, before she would get sick, they had saved Yuuri from getting himself killed a couple of times too. The last Wolfram had said he had a bad feeling was when they almost got into war with Dai Shimaron, before it was unified by Saralegui. Therefore, knowing all that, Yuuri got reasonably worried, but since there seemed to be no urgent reason for alarm, he concentrated on making his husband feel better.

Once they finished eating and the maids took away the dishes, they were left alone and Yuuri instructed the guards on the door saying he didn't want to be disturbed that night, at least someone had died or the world was somehow coming to an end.

"So, are you gonna let me see you now?" Yuuri said, sitting on the bed and grabbing Wolfram by the waist, to make him stand in front of him. Wolfram blushed slightly and began removing the robe. His movements were painfully slow, mostly because of embarrassment, but for Yuuri it made the whole thing even more arousing. He looked down and to the side, letting Yuuri see the blush on his left cheek perfectly and also catch a peek at the glow on his eyes. He loved the way his husband kept blushing, even after all those years. First, he undid the knot of the robe's lace and removed it completely, letting it on the bed, then he slowly opened the robe, just letting his bare shoulders at sight at first, to then let it slide through his body slowly.

Yuuri took a minute to admire the view, the nightgown suited Wolfram perfectly, which made him think probably lady Cheri had had it modified when Wolfram grew a little taller, he thanked the woman in his thoughts. Wolfram's blush matched perfectly with the ivory color, his thin fingers peered through the long sleeves, the cut in the side gave Yuuri a peek of paradise, the exposed shoulders and collar bones made him shiver in longing for a bite of that silky skin.

He placed a hand on Wolfram's waist, and felt the soft fabric like it was melting on his fingers, and then stopped to look at the black lace. According to what had been told to him by lady Cheri on their wedding day, the lace was there because of him, it was the sign of Wolfram becoming his on the wedding night. He smiled at that thought, never before falling for Wolfram did Yuuri know or even imagine that he was a possessive person, but he loved the feeling of the blond being completely his and no one else's.

"I love how you look with that color" Yuuri said in a seductive voice, as he stood up to kiss his husband, first only a teasing peek, then he ran his lower lip though Wolfram's lips, making him open his mouth to invade it with his tongue. Wolfram wrapped his arms around his husband's neck and deepened the kiss, tonight he wasn't going to fight for dominance, he was going to let Yuuri do with him as he pleased, like he had wished that night eight years ago. As their contact heated, Wolfram let out a soft moan into Yuuri's mouth. He grabbed and lifted the blond, making Wolfram straddle him on the edge of the bed, Wolfram wrapped his legs around Yuuri's waist as he started to kiss and lick his neck.

Yuuri was biting the blond's earlobe making him pant in expectation, he could feel the hot, uneven breathing on his ear and neck, sending electric waves through his body and to his groin. Yuuri turned around, slowly placing Wolfram on the bed, on his back, and then climbing next to him. He began caressing Wolfram's leg, entering through the cut on the nightgown, running the tips of his fingers through the inside of the blond's thigh, while placing butterfly kisses on his neck and collar bones. Then, he lifted the lower part of the nightgown up to Wolfram's mid thighs and lowered the upper part, exposing the rosy nipples of his husband, to then put one knee between his legs.

Yuuri pressed his body against Wolfram's and began kissing and licking on his neck and chest, rubbing their erections together through the thin clothes as he moved. Wolfram quickly unbuttoned Yuuri's shirt and threw it on the floor in a single movement, then he lifted himself and began kissing Yuuri's bare chest. For a moment, their eyes met in a loving glance.

It had been a while since the last time both of them had the time and energy to do something like this. Running a country was not an easy job, and it didn't really gave them the time to enjoy their honeymoon period as much as they would've liked to.

The way they made love now was different than at the beginning. There was no desperation in their touch, but that didn't meant there was any less heat. Yuuri put Wolfram back down on the bed and stripped him of his clothes. Then he started to run his fingertips across the whole extent of Wolfram's body. His neck, his chest, his stomach, his hips, his thighs. Wolfram shivered at the contact, smiling and enjoying every bit of it

Yuuri rested half of his weight on top of his husband and kissed him, slowly but with passion, he lifted one of Wolfram's legs making him bend it, and giving him access to his entry. He extended one hand to the side, not breaking the kiss, and opened the nightstand drawer to take out a vial of lubricant. He put some of the liquid on his fingers and he started to bite softly into Wolfram's neck, letting his tongue tickle the skin. Wolfram's breathing had slowly become panting, then he felt the first finger entering him.

Wolfram arched his back enjoying the intruding finger that thrusted into his sweet spot immediately after entering him. Yuuri leaned down to give his husband a kiss, this time a needy, demanding one. Wolfram responded to the kiss with the same intensity, as the second finger entered him slowly. He let out a groan that echoed in Yuuri's throat.

Not long after three fingers were stretching Wolfram's entry with ease. Wolfram was softly moaning with pleasure, very close to Yuuri's ear, which made him want to take his husband even more eagerly. Yuuri took out his fingers, getting a slight whimper from Wolfram. He took out his pants and placed himself on top of Wolfram, between his shivering legs.

Yuuri accommodated himself at Wolfram's entrance and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. He rested his foreheads together, raven and golden locks mixing, and he looked deeply into his husband's eyes, he felt so lucky. Yuuri moved so that his lips were barely touching Wolfram's earlobe and then he whispered "I love you, Wolf" with a husky voice while he entered Wolfram entirely with a single thrust.

The mixture of Yuuri's body and words made Wolfram almost scream in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around Yuuri's neck and pushed him closer to steal a kiss from him. Their rhythm was slow but firm, each thrust pushing Wolfram further into ecstasy, and extracted loud moans out of him, that were no longer being held back.

Yuuri could feel those beautiful emerald eyes filled with desire and pleasure fixed on him, Wolfram's thin fingers were running across his back and sides, and his insides was sucking him in, harder and harder. He lifted Wolfram by the waist and made him sit on top of him, kissing him senseless all the way up.

Wolfram put a hand on Yuuri's shoulder for support and began moving up and down, moaning and groaning with every movement. He was enjoying his husband's lustful glance, their eyes never breaking contact. Yuuri was helping Wolfram, holding him by the waist, and he would let his hands slip every once in a while to ran them through Wolfram's sides.

Yuuri felt his husband's body starting to tense and quiver, he was reaching his release. Yuuri held Wolfram's head with one hand, burying his fingers on the gold locks, while putting one hand down on the bed to maintain his balance. He pulled Wolfram into a deep kiss, tongues struggling to get a hold of each other, and loud moans and groans being dampened into it.

Yuuri felt the inside of Wolfram tightening, making him go over the edge, as Wolfram pushed back his head, his back arching and his whole body shivering, while they reached ecstasy together, both letting out a shout of pleasure. Wolfram fell on his back and Yuuri quickly collapsed on top of him and started to kiss Wolfram's neck lovingly.

"I love you too, Yuuri" Wolfram said, once he recovered his breath. Yuuri smiled and fell to the side, then he cover their bodies with the warm sheets.

"I can't believe we didn't do anything like this that night" Wolfram said, remembering how he never actually got the chance to use that nightgown for the purpose it was intended.

"Well, we were both exhausted from hosting the party and, if I remember correctly, someone had too much to drink and doze off the minute his head touched the pillow" Yuuri answered, teasing Wolfram's hair, the blond just humphed and turned around, giving his back to Yuuri.

"Would you just shut up and hold me, you unromantic moron?" He wasn't really mad, although he tried to sound like he was, quite unsuccessfully. Yuuri just chuckled, wrapped an arm around Wolfram's waist holding him closely, and rested his head on his shoulder.

"As long as you want, love"

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(1) This is the sound of the Bad Omen birds that means exactly that, I have no idea if it is written correctly, I just wrote it how it sounds and how I think it must be. If anyone knows the right was, please do correct me.

[A/N 1]: Lots and lots of not so well camouflaged fluff to start up this story! I felt I needed to compensate the poor couple for what I'm gonna be doing to them next. And I also wanted to show that royal wedding some of you wanted to see, I just wish I was able to transmit my mental image of their wedding ensembles, they're just beautiful in my mind, let me know what you think 'kay?

[A/N 2]: Warning! Don't read the following if you don't want to, although is kinda funny, at least for me, and in case you don't understand the part about their ages. I just needed to write it down 'cause it took me like an hour to figure it out, I felt like I was back in school doing a math quiz (mi worst subject ever).

Keep in mind this is only my logic to make the story work, it's obviously not a fact.

So, 5 mazoku years equals 1 human year, in terms of aging.

Hence, when Yuuri arrives at Shin Makoku for the first time he is 15 years old and Wolfram is 82, doing the math you come to the conclusion of Wolfram being (and looking) about 16-17 (16.4) human years old. Which makes him only a year and a half "older" than Yuuri.

Now, 18 years have passed since then, and their real ages are 33 and 100 (sure sounds like a lot of difference), and here is the difficult part:

Yuuri: (15x5) + 18 = 93, his mazoku age. Meaning Yuuri looks like a 93 year old demon.

Wolfram: 100/5 = 20, his human age. Meaning Wolfram looks like a 20 year old human.

That's the end of it with Wolfram, but how has Yuuri aged? It's something like this:

15 human normal aging years on Earth + (18/5) years aging like a demon in Shin Makoku = 18,6

Meaning that he has aged only about four years (3,6) in terms of how he looks, since he first got to Shin Makoku

My conclusion: Wolfram and Yuuri look like they are twenty and nineteen!

So much work and it's only a couple of phrases on the story u.u'