Yeah. First fic. And it's Gunter/Yuuri.

I don't own them. this. it.

Have fun? :D

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Yuuri didn't know how he ended up in this situation. He didn't know what he did (or which one) that prompted this sudden reaction from the typically gentle and mild demeanored (most of the time) teacher.

But the point was whatever he had done— it resulted to this.

The young king tried not to move, tried not to flail his limbs wildly to get away from the tight arms surrounding his waist like he was used to doing. It wasn't such a hard venture seeing as that his hands were pressed against a definitely male chest, keeping what little distance remained between himself and this deliciously hot and unmovable body at his front.

He couldn't breathe properly. He didn't know if it was because he couldn't risk breathing in long enough because he'd end up smelling what he just knew to be a faint lavender scent that always hung around this intoxicating man or if it was because his heart was beating so fast and needing so much oxygen that his short breaths that seemed more like pants couldn't compensate for it.

A dark flush was creeping up his neck as he felt the silver haired man's lips brush lightly over the side of his neck, his pulse jumping in response to the unbelievably bold move. Yuuri's lips quivered, ignoring the urge to throw his head back to give access to the teasing pair of lips that constantly brushed against his neck. He couldn't react, he wasn't sure how to. He couldn't run because his only path out was being blocked by the large bookshelf behind him, and for the life of him, he knew that even if there was a possible escape route he wouldn't be able to even fathom trying to escape from the iron bands around his waist.

He needed to think. He knew he should be thinking. He should be thinking. He really should— but his mind was fuzzy and buzzing with this thing he couldn't even begin to describe...

"Oh Kami—"

The dark eyed teen's breath hitched as one of the warm hands on his back slowly inched upwards to entangle itself his short locks, fingertips carefully moving to force his head to look upward.

Yuuri shut his eyes, the smartest move he thought he could make to save him from whatever awkward— exciting— experience that was sure to take place.

"Your majesty..." a seductive voice whispered in his ear, unknowingly making Yuuri's body hotter than it already felt. "Open your eyes."

Yuuri's head gave a small shake, his hands clenched tightly on the man's chest, unknowingly gripping the white tunic in his panic, pushing and yet not.

A small chuckle was heard, and it was all the warning he could get before the advisor bent back down to his neck to place a decided lick on the tanned skin he found there.

The king's lips parted to let out a squeak, cheeks darkening as his head moved back obliviously to give the taller man more access, too distracted by the sudden bolts of heat that shot through his body at the single action.

Soft lips brushed on the top of his ear, and he heard him chuckle again. Yuuri felt a wave of embarrassment at the obvious amusement he was displaying, as well as a mix of dismay at the fact that his knees were weakening at the rare sound. The lilac haired man was usually so loud and active around him, never this— whatever this was.

Yuuri hands pressed itself nearer to the muscled chest to gain leverage. He was barely keeping himself upright. His legs were screaming and shaking at the effort to keep himself balanced on his tiptoes.

"Your highness..."

The obsidian eyed teen winced. He could practically hear the purr in the man's voice, and he tried his hardest to keep away the heady feeling that seemed to permeate his mind. His body flashed between hot and cold. He couldn't think. He couldn't speak. He felt so helpless and yet he didn't even find it in himself to be mad at that fact.

"Look at me." It was a request and yet it was softly laced with command. For some reason, the effect on him was so powerful that his knees actually buckled, launching Yuuri forward and closing whatever space he'd manage to put between them.

For a moment, whatever sanity that remained in Yuuri had made itself known, forcing the young teen's eyes to open and his arms up and around the taller man's neck to keep from falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

It turned out with his back no longer pressed against the book shelf, which was a good thing in his opinion seeing as that the book spines were really digging into his back—

"Your highness is so impatient." The advisor's voice dipped low, sending quakes through the younger man's body.

Yuuri felt like his cheeks were on fire as he realized the rather provocative position he ended up in with his arms around the man's neck and his legs—

He let out an indignant squawk as he realized exactly where his legs were.

The hand which was previously burying itself in his hair was now wandering down his back in a rather sedate pace, but nonetheless not failing in making him tense and blush.

He was sure he was maroon by now.

Lower…

"Ah…"

The hand paused in its torture.

"Would you like for me to stop," he teased quietly, his arm suddenly tightening around Yuuri's waist and hefting him higher causing the younger man to tighten his legs around the man's waist, "Your majesty?"

Yuuri didn't know what to say. He was too distracted by the fact that he was pressed chest to chest and hip to hip against one of the most handsome men in his country and one of his closest—

…and why wasn't he calling him by his name?

His thoughts were cut off abruptly as the wandering hand made its way up to tilt his chin upwards.

Yuuri's breath caught in his throat, his heart racing to an unbearable speed as his eyes clashed with dark scorching amethyst orbs.

His mouth opened, and closed. "I…" he found himself saying, red beyond comprehension as he tried to clear the fog in his brain.

"Yes, your—"

"Yuuri!" he blurted out suddenly, cutting off the silver haired man before he could say anything else. "Yuuri." He insisted in embarrassment, his hands burying themselves in the thick silky locks in an effort to distract himself.

"Ah, yes. As you wish, Yuuri." He smirked, eyes bright with faint amusement and bone melting heat as he leaned in closer.

Yuuri's eyes shut tightly in response, his body tensing as he waited for—

"But Yuuri, it wouldn't be fair if you don't call me by name as well, would it?" the demon lord whispered seductively, his lips brushing lightly against his after every word.

Yuuri's breath hitched again, his heart aching in his chest as fire raced through every nerve of his body, excitement and fear searing through every short breath. The heady combination of his voice and the body pressed against his stealing away every thought.

"Yuuri." He urged.

"…Gunter." He breathed out, eyes clouding over with lust as the advisor's lips pulled into a satisfied smile and pressed hard against his.

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Yuuri shot up from his bed, body hot and soaked with sweat as his chest heaved from the detailed dream. His heart raced in his chest, his eyes wide and sparkling with shock and more than a little lust.

"What—?" he breathed out, placing his hand over his aching heart as the other clenched on the white bed sheets.

He shut his eyes tightly, cheeks a bright red.

"What?" he mumbled again, shaking his head wildly from side to side.

He swallowed hard, waiting for his breathing to become even and for the emotions running rampant to calm.

"Gunter…"

Yuuri let out a short breath.

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Er. Have mercy? It's the first time I've written something… (bright red) like that… So, err, yeah.

The real story starts the next chapter. Hopefully.

Review please? :D