Hola, and welcome to my first fic ~ well my first on FF anyway ^^;
I recently got into KKM and unfortunately for me it got stuck and plot bunnies have been attacking me from all angles ~ but I think this must be a killer plot bunny because it refuses to leave.

Anyway this story is set in some older time period, I'm not really sure - my brain hasn't got so far into that yet so we'll just roll with it huh?

anyway enough of my warbling:

Title: I'll do anything for your money
Fandom: KKM
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram [Yuuram]
Rating: T
Warnings: Murata, Language, Certain goings on, BoyxBoy,Whatever my brain creates is a warning in itself, I'm english therefore words might mean different things to you u_u;
Disclaimer: I like everyone else here do not have the pleasure of saying I own KKM and can at any given moment make any relationship truly happen.

Mr Shibuya frowned as yet another governess ran from his lavish townhouse screaming.

He was a man with a problem.

Since his wife had left him for another, whom she had been having an affair with, after what had appeared to be six years of happy marriage, he was left with three children and no mother to care for them.

So the old parlour maid had taken up the post, and now three years later she had gone to care for her newly retired husband, leaving him once again to find a new carer for his children.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with his children or that they were horrible, in fact, they were the exact opposite and any guests that had visited or people they had met at parties had always praised how well mannered, intelligent and lovely they were.

It was just they didn't react well to their governesses either being complete battleaxes and trying to bully them into study, such acts like taking away the stuffed teddy bear from the youngest, Greta, because she didn't know her two times tables or being a complete floozy with no interest in teaching or looking after the children and more interested in trying to become the new Mrs Shibuya.

On every account they would terrorise said governess till she either resigned or ran out screaming.

This was the sixth to date.

He sighed as he pulled himself up from his desk in his study taking the papers of his newly lost governess and leaving to consult his partner, but not before asking the cook to look after his small brood.

A short journey later in a small and tatty carriage he arrived at the local tavern and smiled in relief at entrance, noting the familiar face in their usual spot.

"Good Afternoon Yuuri." Ken smiled lifting his glass in a personal toast.

The black haired man slumped in his seat and watched with silent dissatisfaction as deep red, sanguine wine was poured from its decanter into a glass for him.

"I'm guessing, seeing as it's our day off, there are no problems with the economic or banking system of late and albeit tired and dishevelled you don't look like you got caught in a fight, I'll say child trouble again?"

"Miss Atelier ran out terrorised earlier today, she won't be returning." Yuuri stated, picking up his glass and taking a harsh swig of the bitter fluid, gasping slightly after swallowing it and dropping the papers on her, onto the table.

"This is getting a little ridiculous now and your children wouldn't commit such atrocities without reason, may I make a suggestion?" The other man mused, looking up from the documents he had been reading.

"Go for it, I'm open to pretty much anything right now." The young father sighed, leaning his head against the table and tapping the edge of his glass with his index finger.

"Well there's two things I thought you could try, one. You could actually find someone and get married to, and then your children would have to love her and her the same…" He stopped and glanced at his partner. "No? Okay or you could try someone of the opposite gender. You know, a guy, a male governess….or wait! Better yet, you know the war going on in the south right?"

Yuuri looked up and nodded despite the look of despair, seriously? Was he going to have to have another male in his house, let alone put his children at exposure to a disgusting, unattractive and probably heavy handed man?

"Well, I heard that the girls they sent out there as nurses weren't coping that well, so they started to train young men from the ages of sixteen to eighteen at the convent, they're trained in care and medicine and I need to go see Ulrike anyway tomorrow, so it wouldn't hurt to go look."

Yuuri winced, once his friend had an idea he wasn't easy to sway.

The next day he got up early and once again asked and apologised to the cook for her troubles and even gave her some money for taking such good care of his three darling children.

Although the cook was a kind lady she was very brusque and sometimes it made her kindness appear diminished, additionally she was nearing her fifties and three young children, one of which being only a four year old could be very difficult to care for, especially with all her work in the kitchen and laundry.

He walked out to the carriage waiting and after around an hour of talking about work with Murata, they finally arrived at the beautiful cathedral-like convent that had gardens rivalling that of a queen.

It wasn't long before a grey haired, yet young woman came to greet them, Murata instantly said hello whilst Yuuri felt slightly out of place.

"Good morning," she greeted him, "You must be Mr Shibuya, it is an honour to meet you sir."

He guessed that this must be Ulrike.

"So you got my message from yesterday?" Murata asked her and she responded with a nod.

"Yes, come this way then, there are many sorts here Mr Shibuya, but I think that your idea of choosing someone other than a governess is smart, especially for young children without a mother figure." She chatted, walking a good three paces before them.

Yuuri turned and glared at Murata who had obviously divulged his problem to said woman.

"There are many that I could show you Mr Shibuya, that I think would be gentle enough with your children, but Ken said that you wanted someone that could be firm as well but not in an unkind sort of way, so I picked out this person, He can be quite emotional at times and tends to pick a fight, but he really does have a knack with children."

They walked into a grand hall which was being used as a breakfast room and Yuuri noted that most if not all of them we're wearing white and some didn't even look masculine at all.

The traipsed down one of the rows until they came to a table where only two blondes were sitting.

One with lighter, longer hair and the other with shorter yet more vibrant hair and a pair of vibrant green eyes to match.

Yuuri sat in the local tavern staring at a rather bored looking blonde.

"So why did your wife leave you?" He asked, without thought or care to the insensitivity of the question he asked.

Yuuri was already getting second thoughts about this one, he'd already had one of these 'interviews' with the other blonde, and just found him to be after the position of the new Mr Shibuya, Yuuri had never been particularly fond of single sex marriages, they didn't feel right anyway and the idea creeped him out.

"Well? I do need to know at least a little about my employer, seeing as I'm going to have to ingratiate myself into his family for a while. What are your Brats like?"

"I need to know at least a little about you, seeing as I'm exposing them to some practical stranger and my children aren't brats, the only person that reminds me of a brat is you, how old are you again? Sixteen?" Yuuri seethed, glaring at the blonde. [Yuuri is 25 in this BTW]

"I'm eighteen and is that the best you can do? If your children aren't brats, then why have they chased away so many governesses prior? Why don't you look after them instead?" The blonde huffed.

"I cannot because my job won't allow it and they got rid of all their previous governesses because they were crap at their job and how do you know this information?"

"I was informed of it beforehand, before I knew you were an excuse making wimp who can't even look after his own children, besides why go for a guy?"

"I'M NOT A WIMP AND IT WASN'T MY IDEA!" Yuuri snapped getting looks from other people that were there.

"So your friend controls you, you are a wimp. Is that why your wife left you?"

"Right that's it." Yuuri stood up and grabbed the blonde's suitcase, which Ulrike had made him pack because he was the one Ulrike really wanted Yuuri to meet.

"What are you doing?" the blonde scowled.

"Taking you back."

They were sitting in the carriage for the best part of twenty minutes not looking or talking to each other.

Yuuri got bored and started to try a decent conversation.

"What are you training for at the convent?"

"Nursing, the girls couldn't cope with the blood and the injuries so they thought that using men would be better."

"Do you want to go? Out to the war I mean."

"Not particularly, but my older brothers joined the army, my mother unfortunately died last year and my dad left when I was very young, so I didn't want to live on my own or with my uncle."

Yuuri paused, so the blonde wasn't doing it because he particularly wanted to and for some reason, Yuuri wanted to prevent that.

"Can you read?"

"Yes, I can also write, speak French and play piano."

"What about maths?"

"I'm quite good at that as well but I find it a mostly pointless subject apart from basic things like adding and subtracting and percentages."

"Do you have something against bankers too?" Yuuri chuckled watching the blonde turn and scowl at him. "I see, so that's why you don't like me."

He wanted to ask why the blonde had something against bankers but thought it wouldn't be a smart idea to ask now, maybe on another day.

He turned in his seat and opened the latch to talk to the carriage driver, after a few brief words the carriage turned.

The carriage stopped shortly after and the blonde looked practically miserable.

Good! Yuuri thought, he hasn't noticed yet, that'll teach him to be rude and mean.

"Well come along then, the sooner we get in, the sooner I can relieve my cook." Yuuri smiled, getting off the carriage and taking the blonde's case without waiting for the driver, enjoying the blonde's look of bemusement.

He quickly went into his house dropping the case in the vestibule before returning to the carriage and ushering the blonde in, before he had chance to view the surroundings.

He shut the door behind him and dragged the blonde behind him, through to the lounge, stopping him from taking his suitcase with him; one of the parlour maids could handle that.

No sooner had he entered he found three pairs of eyes looking intently at him from the floor, where their owners were playing with a dolls house or with toy soldiers.

"Daddy!" The youngest cried, flinging herself up at Yuuri and latching onto his leg, laughing and smiling until she saw the blonde behind him.

She left his leg and padded slowly on her tiny legs to the blonde and pulled on the white coat he was wearing.

"Hello," she said tugging on the blonde's coat again summoning him down to her level, he complied and patted her head.

"Ahh umm Rue, Edward, Greta, This is Wolfram Bielefeld, he'll be looking after you for a while, so please make him feel welcome." Yuuri smiled, watching his children give him the not-another-one look.

He turned to the blonde, "I have work to do, I'll leave you to get acquainted and get used to the place." And with that he left. Leaving wolfram at the mercy of three children, OH GOD!

"So you're our new governess?" Rue asked standing up and putting down he doll, her black eyes and hair shimmering slightly.

"I'm not sure if I am that, I've never been trained to teach or anything and your father hasn't really told me to do anything."

"Did you apply for the job just because our father is single?" the boy asked, a hint of dislike clear in his tone.

"Actually I never applied; I simply got asked this morning and got given the job." Wolfram smiled.

"So you're not here to take our father from us?" Rue asked with relief apparent in her voice.

"No, I'm not exactly interested in your father in that way." Wolfram stated, trying not to laugh at the fact that the man's children where asking him such questions at such a delicate age.

"Oh really, okay then." The boy smirked, walking off out of the room and going upstairs causing wolfram to frown.

"Are you any good at tying things?" Rue distracted him, holding a doll towards the blonde with all the strings of its dress undone.

Dinner came and Yuuri was relieved to find that his children and the blonde were getting on well, in fact very well.

Wolfram had taught Rue the notes on a piano and how to do a few scales, had sewn an ear back onto Greta's favourite teddy bear and had set up Edwards microscope.

He was fantastic, despite referring to him as a wimp in front of his children and not liking him for his occupation.

Later that evening when he was relaxing in his armchair by the fire, he expected no problems and was preparing for what suggested itself to be a very calm night.

A knock at the door, he summoned the entrant in expecting it to be one of the parlour maids with his evening's tea.

Wolfram entered, still dressed in his daily attire even though he had bid himself to bed at least an hour earlier.

"Good evening." Yuuri smiled despite thinking it was a bit strange that his new employee was still dressed.

"Please come and see this." The blonde stated not smiling at all, which caused Yuuri to feel something bad was up.

They walked upstairs and entered the blondes bedroom, although the house was huge it was still a town house and only had five bedrooms, one for Greta which contained only a cot as she rarely used it, because she usually stayed in Rue's room, there was Edwards room, Yuuri's room and the spare room which had been given to all of the governesses.

The servants stayed in a separate annex.

Yuuri walked in and looked in horror at the destroyed sheets, mattress and the Blonde's clothes, which had all been cut up and strewn about the floor.

Suffice to say, that with all the holes in the mattress, no one could sleep on it and the clothes were no longer wearable.

"I get the feeling that this was done before we got to know each other." Wolfram stated picking up one of his nightgowns that had holes in all the most convenient places.

"I'll sort this out in the morning, but for now we need to sort out where you can sleep, if you stay in my room, I'll sort something out." Yuuri muttered angrily walking along the corridor with the blonde following behind, everything was going so well, why did his children have to ruin it?

Yuuri's room was large with a beautiful chandelier hanging above the king size bed.

Yuuri walked to one of the armoires and pulled out a pink nightdress.

"This should fit you, it was brought for my wife but she never wore it." Yuuri stated throwing the blonde the garment and pointing to the attached bathroom.

When Wolfram came back in he found the black haired man to already be dressed for bed.

"Right um well if you sleep in the bed, then I'll um." Yuuri thought about it and his mind started to divulge to other things until a crack of thunder came and shortly after three children came running in.

"Father, it's scary please can we sleep with you." Yuuri looked at his children with a slight smile.

"Yes of course you may."

Said children clambered into the bed with Greta in the middle.

"Daddy, can Wolfram sleep in the bed with us too?" Greta asked her puffy cheeks turning slightly red.

"I don't see why not." Yuuri smiled and frowned at the same time, there was definitely something behind this, it was rare that his children wanted to sleep in the same bed during a storm; they had never been scared before.

Wolfram climbed in on the one side and was soon monopolised by all three children as something to hug, leaving a rather lonely and unloved Yuuri to get in on the other side.

"Daddy I think you should marry Wolfram." Greta yawned snuggling into the blonde's shoulder, he was already fast asleep.

"Sorry Greta, but I don't like him that way." Yuuri sighed, leaning back on his pillow and staring up at the canopy over the bed.

"If you don't like him that way, then why did you give him that nightdress you wanted to give to mama?" Edward asked moving to lie between Yuuri and his youngest sister his brown eyes darkening as his eye lids began to lower.

"I did that because you went and cut up all his clothes and destroyed his room." Yuuri hissed.

"Still you could have given him one of your bedclothes." Rue mused, relaxing into the soft mattress. "Even I like him and he is very beautiful, I wonder if he's a pure blood."

Yuuri sighed, once again with this pure blood thing.

Basically there were two types of people in the world, Humans and Demons, Yuuri was only half demon, whilst his wife had been a full demon and this was what most people blamed the relationship breakdown on, his children had an obsession with pure bloods because they were incredibly rare.

Yuuri woke up with a start, fearing that after the dream he'd had he'd done something regrettable to the blonde.

He checked himself and the bed, surprised to find that the blonde and his children gone.

A maid bustled in ready to wake him up, "Ahh Master Shibuya you're up early this morning, Mr Beilefeld, Master Edward, Miss Rue and Miss Greta are downstairs preparing breakfast." She curtseyed and turned to exit when Yuuri suddenly paled.

"WAIT!" The young father practically shrieked, "What's he wearing?" After all, all the blondes' clothes had been cut up.

The maid blushed and a rather flustered black haired man soon after, burst into the kitchen to find his three children rolling out dough, his cook and the blonde, who was still wearing the pink negligee, standing on the side, monitoring and having a casual conversation.

He sighed in relief, wishing away the visualisation of the blonde wearing nothing that his mind had conjured up.

"Good morning Father!" Three cheerful voices greeted, the cook curtseyed in recognition and the stuck up brat of a blonde was himself, in other words showed no respect or recognition whatsoever.

"Daddy we're making scones!" Greta smiled cutting out a shape using a large shape cutter and holding up her creation for her father to see.

"My scones will be better than yours!" Rue scoffed at her younger brother, sticking out her tongue.

"Ha! Yeah right! Your scones will be inferior to mine!" Edward retorted, "Right Wolfram?"

He turned to the Blonde and grinned in hopes of getting approval over his sister, Yuuri looked in slight surprise at how informal his son was towards him.

Wolfram finished stirring the tea in his hands and placed the spoon on the saucer his teacup was supported on. "It's the same dough so they'll all be just as good regardless of who's they are, maybe your father can take some to work with him." He smiled placing the teacup rim to his lips.

"It will be good for you three to learn how to cook, then maybe you'll be more appreciative of your dinner a little more." The cook smirked as dough got stuck to the rolling pin Edward was using and he had to be helped by the Blonde.

Half an hour later saw three very contented children sitting together doorstep eating scones with jam and cream, waving off their father as he left for work, basket full of scones in tow.

Yuuri steeped into his office and placed the basket down on his desk, almost immediately attacked by a curious Ken Murata afterwards.

"So, how's things going and what's with the scones?" Murata asked, casually delving into the basket and taking the largest.

"Things have been very good despite the fact he obviously doesn't understand how employer/employee relationships work and I'm most likely going to be receiving a very large bill from my tailor because my son thought it would be fun to cut up his clothes."

"Oh," Murata mused, noticing his partner wasn't as uptight as usual, despite his ranting, "These are really good by the way," the bespectacled man pointed at his half-of-a-scone remaining.

"Anyway I, Mura-Mura, that most amazing person you will ever meet, have done a little research on our little blonde friend and I found some rather interesting stuff." Murata said, finishing his scone and taking another.

Yuuri seated himself in his chair and took a scone.

Murata picked up a file on the others desk and passed it over.

"Wolfram, Bielefeld, or rather Wolfram Von Bielefeld is actually a pure blooded, Aristocratic demon who is someone this company has been trying to have as a sponsor for a while." Murata stated and perched on the edge of his desk.

"Then what was he doing at the convent thing, isn't that for normal working class people?" Yuuri asked flipping through his file and noticing the blonde was worth just about the same amount he looked – a bloody fortune.

"I don't know, loneliness or boredom are the first things that spring to mind, but this explains why he has no respect for you, or me for that matter, I don't think he's stupid enough to not know who we are." Murata smiled although he wasn't happy about it.

"So what do we actually want him for anyway?" Yuuri closed the file and placed it back on the desk.

"Basically we want to be able to say we are supported by the Von Bielefeld name, it would cause us to receive a lot more clients especially from Europe where he originates from."

"But he doesn't like us." Yuuri decided to end Murata's little plot before it began.

"Not unless you seduce him." Murata pushed his glasses back so they turned to pervert style and Yuuri screamed 'What!' alongside a lot of spluttering.

"It's quite simple really; its night time, the lights are low and Mr Von Bielefeld is tired from looking after your children. You invite him out to dinner at a posh restaurant and after a delicious meal and a few rounds of schnapps. Once home, a night of passion follows and one awkward week later, Mr Von Beilefeld, due to being a pure blood and because you used no protection is most unfortunately pregnant with your child."

Yuuri looked at him like he was the devil, "I can't do that!"

"Why not?"

Yuuri trudged into his house looking stressed, Murata had decided to drop a couple of bombshells on him as to why they needed the blonde.

It turned out that a lot of their clients who had gone to war had died, and their remaining wives had taken out the remaining money in fear of paying taxes upon it and thus they needed to have more international clients to keep enough money int the bank, Mr Wolfram Von Bielefeld being the answer to that problem.

Of course Murata being the pervert he really was had popped into his office on multiple occasions that day and had given new ideas as to obtain the blonde, most of them so absurd or perverted Yuuri didn't want to think about them ever again.

He traipsed upstairs and face palmed, remembering he hadn't ordered a new mattress, meaning the blonde would most likely be sharing a bed with him again, which would have been okay if Murata hadn't gone about explaining how to be in bed with him.

He walked into the children's playroom and noticed that Greta and Rue were having a tea party, whilst Edward was playing with a train set and Wolfram was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Mr Beilefeld?" Yuuri asked noticing that his children looked up at him but then returned to what they were doing.

"I'm here wimp." Yuuri turned around to see the blonde, who was wearing a blue suit like thing, an obvious sign of his tailor having been there.

Yuuri moved to the side so the blonde could walk in and place down the tray with biscuits and fruit juices for the children.

He was obviously tired by the way he was dragging his feet across the floor, Murata's first idea of taking the blonde out for the evening flashed into mind and he flushed.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" The blonde glared, his arms folded across his chest with attitude, Yuuri had obviously been subconsciously staring.

"Ack ummm, do you want to come out with me this evening?" Yuuri panicked and asked the thing he had been making sure he wouldn't say, Murata would be proud.

The blonde's eyes lit up and Yuuri feared he had just seen a glimpse of his impending demise.

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I'll try not to end it on cliffhangers all the time but i decided that would be a good place to end the first chapter.