AN: Another ConYuu fic! This is my third entry for 7snogs. I'll post up the second one once I contemplate if I want the keep the title or not. XD Anyway… Short one, I know, but I was rushed when I wrote this, since I was very, veeery near my deadline. So, here ya go!

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The embrace had come out of nowhere.

One moment, Yuuri was talking with the tall soldier, Conrad, about the new technology on his world, and the next, he found himself with his cheek pressed against a warm, solid chest and arms wrapped protectively around him. It was only when he heard the whiz and thump of an arrow a few feet behind him – right where he had been standing – that he realized just why Conrad was suddenly holding on to him so tightly as if he'd never let go.

He expected the warmth all around him to disappear, for Conrad to draw his sword and chase the assassin down for daring to harm his majesty, or at least for him to stand in front of the teen to block any other attacks against him.

What he didn't expect was for the hold to tighten even more, for those arms to be shaking, for… for Conrad to bury his face in Yuuri's hair and take in a deep breath, as if he were relieved to even be able to do so.

Yuuri never expected Conrad to actually be afraid.

"Conrad?" He inquired, moving his head to attempt to look at the man's face (though that proved futile, for all he could see was Conrad's neck and the top of his uniform), only vaguely hearing the commotion of the castle's guards subduing the assassin. At the whispered apology that answered him, he let a small smile grace his lips, and he placed both of his hands on the brunet's shoulders before murmuring, "It's okay. I'm okay. Thanks for protecting me."

He was surprised yet again when all he could see was a blur of peach and brown, when all he felt was a tingling sensation on his lips along with tiny bolts of electricity that shot throughout his system, almost making him weak in the knees. This was the first time that Conrad had indulged in their little secret in public, and quite frankly, Yuuri didn't care even if Wolfram saw them at the moment.

"I thought I wouldn't be able to pull you away in time…" Conrad muttered when he gently broke the kiss, holding Yuuri close to himself again. "…It was too close."

The king took a quick look around, relieved that no one saw the intimate act between the two, and then returned the embrace in a reassuring fashion, almost as if he were showing Conrad that, yes, he was right here, still breathing and living within his embrace. That action slowly calmed the solider down, enough for him to ease his hold and allow Yuuri access to movement.

But the youth wouldn't let go, and he let out a soft sigh of contentment as he nuzzled a little closer, all thoughts of the fact that they were in public and that someone could see them, someone could know, leaving his mind so that he could savor this moment between them. In a quiet, hopeful voice, he asked, "Could we stay like this… just a little longer?"

For a moment, he didn't receive an answer. Then the arms were around him again, and he just knew that Conrad had a true smile on his face.

"As you wish... Yuuri."