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Title: Parfait
Rating: G
Characters: Yuuri, Wolfram
Summary: KKM fluff. :)


…and he hit a home run! The crowd burst into cheers as Yuuri took his lap around the bases, louder than ever because with his run the team had won the game and the championship title. And as Yuuri touched home base, his team came out to lift him onto their shoulders, chanting his name.
Suddenly, Wolfram’s face appeared on the jumbotron. “Yuuri!” he called, announcing to the stadium. “You’re not really a wimp, you’re a hero!”
And Yuuri—

“What are you writing?”

Yuuri’s head snapped up, a flush staining his cheeks, and he quickly crumpled the paper under his hand. “Nothing, it’s just some documents Gunter gave me…”

Wolfram raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “You never concentrate so hard when it’s work. Come on, tell me what you’re writing, I saw my name.”

Yuuri laughed nervously, crushing the paper further. He made a mental note to not write these things in Maou anymore, no matter what Gunter said about practicing.

“It’s a private journal entry?”

“You’re keeping secrets from me?” Wolfram frowned. “You no good cheating wimp, we’re not supposed to have secrets from each other!”

“Well, uh, but I—“

“Your Majesty?” A maid popped her head into the study and smiled. “The snack you requested is ready in the dining room.”

“Oh, my snack!” Yuuri laughed quickly and shoved the wad of paper into his pocket. “Thanks, I’ll be right there!”

He darted from the room with Wolfram trailing at his heels.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m not done talking to you, you wimp!”

--

Having nagged Yuuri all the way to the dining room, Wolfram’s high bad mood seemed to have dissipated somewhat by the time he sat down next to his fiancé, but he was still eyeing Yuuri accusingly.

“What is that?” Wolfram grumbled, glaring at the fluffy looking concoction in front of Yuuri.

“It’s a parfait, a kind of dessert in my world. They’re really good,” Yuuri explained before digging in with the royal spork provided.

Wolfram watched Yuuri eat for a bit, and the young king seemed to be enjoying himself. A critical frown formed on Wolfram’s face, and finally, he sighed.

“Can I try it?”

The edge to his voice warned Yuuri that he should probably comply, lest Wolfram go back to harping over his ‘journal entry.’

“Uh, sure.”

Wolfram snagged the spork from Yuuri’s fingers and took a bite of the parfait. Hmm. The wimp was right, it was good. He should think about making it the official royal dessert.

“Do you like it?” Yuuri asked cheerfully, waiting for Wolfram’s reaction. He was smiling, and there was a dab of cream on the side of his face. Honestly, Wolfram thought in amused exasperation. His fiancé was so cute sometimes, it hurt.

“Yeah.” Wolfram handed the spork back, then reached over to wipe the cream off Yuuri’s face, making the king blush.

“Eh? Heh, I can never eat these without getting some on me…”

Yes, definitely the official royal dessert. But Wolfram rolled his eyes.

“You’re such a mess, Yuuri.”

“Maybe, but you’re the one marrying me!” Yuuri beamed, much to Wolfram’s surprise. The blonde was silent for a moment, then snorted and stood to leave. He had to get the paperwork filed for the parfait as soon as possible.