Disclaimer: Don't own Kyou Kara Maou or anything linked to it. If I did,the Gwendal/Gunter pairing would be cannon. ;)
This is a collection of Gwendal/Gunter short stories that could have taken place during the series.Its a bit of a tryout before I start to work on a longer story. I welcome having my story taken apart and told, nicely, what's wrong, if you wish. Gwendal and Gunter might be a bit OOC for a while, half because it suits with a hidden side that they don't show to the others, and half because I am still getting a hang of the characters. There will probably be some Yuuri/Wolfram in the later drabbles. At any rate, please enjoy. :)
Timeframe: The night of Yuuri's coming to the castle.
Unnumbered Kisses
"I am surprised to see you here. Shouldn't you be tending to his majesty?" a hard, familiar voice asked from behind him.
Smiling a little, he didn't turn from his position at the balcony railing, but answered anyways, "Conrad is with him. He has no need for me tonight."
"Indeed..." strong, warm arms snaked around his waist, pulling him back to rest against a broad chest. Slightly chapped lips touched his ear, "I've missed you, even when you finally returned... I was nearly jealous of the supposed king."
"You have no need to be jealous, Gwendal. Though his majesty is rather cute and attractive, we both know where my tastes truly lie," he turned in his capturer's arms, "Despite my stray thoughts from time to time."
Gwendal leaned forward, kissing sweet, petal soft lips demandingly, before pulling away to look his older lover in the eye, "I would prefer that you did not have those thoughts. Though, it was faintly amusing watching you rush down the hall, fighting a nosebleed and berating yourself."
Gunter blushed faintly, and looked away, "I wish I did not have such thoughts either, but," a slight smirk fought its way through the embarrassment, "not all my thoughts were on the king then."
The other man raised a steel gray eyebrow, "Oh really? And just what or who else were you thinking of, Gunter?"
"If you need to ask that, Gwen, I might as well go tend to his majesty. After all, his majesty is very new to this realm, and might need my expert opinion, or at least my undying loyalty," Gunter moved to pull out of his hold, yet he kept him close, refusing to let go.
"Oh no, I've shared you enough with the boy. And tomorrow you're going to be back on his heels like a faithful dog. I want you tonight," Gwendal stated, ignoring Gunter's struggles, despite the fact that he knew the other could easily get himself out at any time.
Just as he knew every side of his lover, from the over chaotic royal retainer, to the warrior, to the teacher, to the side only he was allowed to see, the one that held a mix of all those, and yet was simply his Gunter. The possessive side of himself wanted to just have all of Gunter just to himself, but he knew that wasn't possible. Gunter had to maintain all his sides, because he was still all those things. Even the warrior, though he had retired from combat.
The lilac haired man didn't even flinch at the remark, though he stiffened a little, letting Gwendal know he had gone too far, "Perhaps I am a dog to his majesty right now, but it is a position that I must hold. He is so very new to our world, and he knows nothing of it. Just look at the mess he has gotten himself into tonight alone!"
"So I noticed. I've never seen Wolfram so livid. Though, perhaps the match will work to our advantage," Gwendal mused, releasing Gunter for the moment.
The other stared at him in shock, "How is this going to serve the interest of the kingdom? Wolfram will kill him!"
Gwendal's lips pulled up the barest bit, "This is from his majesty's most loyal servant, who was spouting nothing but encouragement after explaining the whole challenge?"
Gunter pouted a little, "I was just being faithful, and I don't mean the match tomorrow. Considering he is the demon king, I have perfect trust that he will triumph splendidly. I meant down the line. Wolfram's temper is legendary, after all."
"That is true..." Gwendal shrugged, "They remind me a little of us. And so far, I haven't killed you yet."
Gunter blinked a little, then became thoughtful, "Those were different times, Gwendal, when we started out. Better times... And Wolfram doesn't resemble you at all."
Gwendal made a faint displeased noise, and backed Gunter to the rail. One hand reached out to capture the elder's chin, "Wolfram and I both solve things the same way. With action, over words," he then closed the gap, lips claiming Gunter's almost harshly.
Gunter relented, hands clenching the rail behind him to keep himself from falling backwards into the hedges below, while violet eyes slide shut. It was several moments before Gwendal finally backed down, pulling only a little away to allow them both room to breathe.
Gunter's eyes flickered open, and he smiled faintly, "If you'll trust me that he is indeed the true king, I'll trust your assumption on their relationship."
"I'll trust your faith in him after the match tomorrow," Gwendal pressed a calloused finger to those slightly bruised lips, "As you can choose whether to trust my assumption or not."
He then removed his finger, before moving again to claim that willing mouth with his own, fully intent on driving all thoughts of their new king, the match tomorrow, and all else from his lover's mind. At least for the night.