This story came from a challenge that stated (essentially): "I will write a fanfic with the pairing Gwendal/Yuuri, rated R, including skeleton, yoghurt, nightgown." I've managed to succeed in including all of those things – how well is up to you. Also, because I can't for the life of me remember the mazoku thoughts on divorce and can't find it, you might want to consider this an AU...well, even more than you already do, that is.

Disclaimer: I make no money off of these endeavors. Or anything else really...I don't make money, period.

Chained to You

Marriage is like a golden ring in a chain whose beginning is a glance and whose ending is in eternity.

--Kahlil Gibran

Gwendal sighed, glaring askance at Yuuri's hunched figure. With the loss of his younger brothers to the sand panda's trap, the atmosphere had become quite strained even without the help of their situation. If he didn't already know that it would curse them senseless, he would have said that nothing else could possibly go wrong. Of course, merely thinking that means things can only go catastrophically wrong...

Gwendal hated it when he was right. After being chained up and chased out of the last outpost, they had somehow managed to stumble into one even crazier than the last. Filled to the brim with nothing but people who believed in the purity of human/Mazoku matches, Gwendal had realized that they were doomed to be united. Not only did the people believe that they were trying to elope, their leader believed that it was his divine purpose to help them in their "task." Especially since he was the priest of the little hamlet.

No amount of whining, begging, pleading, or outright refusing had saved them from their fate. By quarter to four by Yuuri's watch the two were married and sitting down their first dinner as newlyweds. Gwendal, shoving down the urge to kill himself (or everyone else in the room and grab Yuuri and run like hell), thought, Well, at least they can't make us have sex...

And had another spoonful of the admittedly delicious yoghurt.

Yuuri felt like crying-manly and maybe a little hysterically. And throwing up a little. Maybe a nice tantrum would be good. After their "nuptials" and eating dinner, Yuuri had been dragged away by some of the elder women to have a "discussion" about his "wedding night." Then they tossed him into a hideous pink teddy with a sheer white nightgown over top and shoved him into a darkened room, locks sliding home with a resounding thump.

Where he had found Gwendal leaning against the far wall of the room, looking worse for wear. His hair had been let out of the pony tail and he was dressed in nothing but dark green sleep pants. His eyes only flicked up when Yuuri was thrown into the room and his whole body tensed. There was something in his eyes that Yuuri couldn't decipher.

"Your maje- Yuuri, you need to leave. Now." Gwendal growled, his eyes hardening. Yuuri choked down another hysterical giggle threatening to bubble up from his chest. To think it had taken this to get him to call him by his first name.

"I'd love to Gwendal, but they've locked the doors and barred the windows. Literally." And they had, the heavy wooden doors had been securely locked from the outside and the tall picturesque windows were also fitted with equally tall thick bars so close together that not even those from the bone tribe could get through. Yuuri gave it a try anyway, without success. Those crazy people truly did mean business. Gwendal let out a weird noise sort of a half-sigh and a half-groan and banged the back of his head a couple of times on the rough stone wall he was leaning against.

"Look, its not that big of a deal – we'll just spend the night here and be on our merry way in the morning..." Gwendal sighed again.

"It's not...it's...Yuuri." He pulled himself away from the wall and stalked closer.

"What? ...is something wrong, you're looking a little flushed..." What he really wanted to say that he was looking a bit like one of those men in his mother's "secret" porn stash.

"There was something in the food, the yoghurt... It, there was..." Gwendal stopped just in front of him, his hands settling on his shoulders, pushing him back until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he was forced down, Gwendal's large body looming over him. "Fuck..." And just like that his lips fitted over Yuuri's like they had been made for it, his hands falling away from his shoulders to trail down his arms to his waist.

Yuuri broke the kiss, his hands shoving at Gwendal ineffectually, his fingers tangling in long hair.

"G-gwendal?" Yuuri stammered when he caught his breath, his face heating at the weight of Gwendal's gaze. He tried very hard to ignore how his hands were pushing him away but his body was trying t get as close as possible. Damn hormones

"Your majesty..." Gwendal murmured, his breath coming out in harsh pants. "If you really don't want this," he whispered, voice strained, hands clenching rhythmically on his hips, "then you're going to have to stop me."

Yuuri twisted in his arms, wriggling until his cock brushed against Gwendal's body. Both moaned at the contact and Yuuri tried to shrink away as he felt the moan vibrate through the other's body. Gwendal swore again and dragged Yuuri's hips back up into contact with his body. Yuuri gasped and pushed up into Gwendal, tugging on his hair.

Gwendal froze and suddenly seemed to come back to himself for a moment. "Your majesty..." As he began to pull away, Yuuri whined under his breath, his fingers clinging to his shoulders and his knees tightening around his body. Gwendal looked down at him, his face unreadable.

"This is a bad idea." He growled. Yuuri shivered and pulled him closer.

"Only if I hate it." He murmured, his lips brushing his cheek.

Gwendal pulled back and stared at him for a measured second - then pounced.

Morning found them both lying naked in the large bed, twisted up in the sheets and each other. Gwendal could feel Yuuri's breath washing over his chest where his head a settled and from his current angle he could see the marks he put on Yuuri's skin. He could also see the sun shining higher in the sky than he would have liked. They would have to leave soon if they didn't want to stay here another night.

Gently moving the young king off of him, Gwendal stood, glancing around the messy room with a distasteful sneer. After washing himself, he swiftly dressed. It seemed that someone had come in after and brought back their own clothes freshly laundered. Unfortunately, that courtesy was not given to their weapons as they were not among the pile.

Glancing back to the boy on the bed, Gwendal couldn't help but to wonder what the future would hold for them. There was no such thing as separation in their world – only those who were widowed may re-marry. That didn't mean a couple couldn't come to a mutual agreement – royals were practically expected to have affairs, illicit or otherwise. But they cuckold could not separate himself from the other. It just was not done

Gwendal sighed and rose. There was no use in thinking on this now, not so deep in enemy territory and without their weapons. Walking back to the bed, he bent to shake Yuuri awake. It was time to go.