Author's Note: I started this XD four months ago and just rediscovered the first 1000 words of it. XD I REALLY couldn't help myself! So this is for Mai XD who always encourages me to write more Con-Yuu. *GRINS WIDELY* you did ask for an inititive taking Yuu...

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Based Upon Episode 88- Gunter And Conrad

Jars and vials clattered hard against the cobble stones, rolling away and spilling out of the slashed bag that the boy had been carrying. A large booted foot caught a deep amber bottle under the toe, pinning it in place and making the glass groan slightly in protest at the pressure slowly being applied to it.

"Please." Obsidian eyes gazed down at the contents of the satchel he had been carrying back to the Inn, most of the bottles contained extremely expensive medicines that he had spent all day scouring the town for to bring back to his teacher. "If it is money you are after, I will give you what I have... but please do not..."

Glass creaked again, then imploded, spilling amber liquid across the stones and spattered the edges of the boot, Yuuri feeling his heart sink at the sight. It was such a waste, a terrible, unbearable waste of such precious commodities to be carelessly trampled like that and his head twisted upwards to stare unflinchingly at the towering stranger that bloated out most of the light from the overhead torches lining the quiet street. A shiver of fear however swept down across his back as two more shadows peeled away from the opposite sides of the street and were converging on him.

"Why did you do that?" Yuuri stood his ground, fingers clenching tightly and wishing he could do something, anything to prevent what he knew would happen to him. "What purpose is there in destroying medicine? Is money not enough to satisfy men like you? Must you destroy what could have saved a life?"

"Smart-mouthed little brat." A hand connected hard against the right side of Yuuri's face, the power behind the movement throwing him to the ground, a stinging pain roaring through his head as he almost ended up with his head striking the cobble stones. "You need to pay your dues."

The boy reached out to pick up several of the jars nearest to him, trying to gather them up into the helm of his long pale blue cloak, when that boot pinned his hand to the stone, the wet droplets of the amber fluid smearing across the pale skin. One of the other men took the chance to land a blow hard against the boy's side, throwing him all the way to the ground, his wrist twisting violently as it stayed pinned and the bottles crunched beneath him as his slender frame crushed them into the ground.

"No." His voice was a quiet thread of horror at the waste of so much that could help so many. The boy's pain was nothing compared to the value of what those medicines could have done for those who sort out Lady Suzanna Julia Von Wincott for cures to their ailments. The failure in his duties to protect the precious bottles made his heart clench hard in his chest, she had been more than good to him.

"Do you think its just money we want from you?" A hand curled hard around the slender jaw, yanking the pale face upwards, gazing down into the deep obsidian pools that glittered at him with so much raw emotion trapped within them. "Just what are you hiding beneath that cloak of yours, must be someone pretty important to be flashing around so much money... Nobles always..."

"Let me go." Yuuri growled, wrenching his head back and the hood dropped further down across his face, hiding the dark features that seemed to draw attention no matter where he went.

"Arrogant whelp!" Another hard slap sent him sprawling again, the boy's head striking hard against the stone with a decided 'crack' of sound, crimson instantly spreading like a stain across the white and blue fabric of the cloak, soaking into it.

He didn't make a sound, as several heavy kicks landed across his belly and ribs, jarring him hard, if he did open his mouth he might end up biting his tongue. Curling, he tried to lift his hands over his head to protect himself, but a foot looped beneath his body and forcibly rolled him onto his back, a massive hand catching at the back of the cloak and yanking upwards. The boy gasped as the air was knocked out of him as the clasp of the cloak caught beneath his chin, his entire body being lifted so that he could barely stand on the tips of his toes as the hand twisted in the fabric tightening it as his obsidian eyes met the dull blue of the leader of the gang.

"Beautiful." He smirked, as the boy struggled against the solid mass of the ruffian's body, making it apparent exactly what the man wanted from the slender healer. "Just my kind of amusement for an evening like this." The man cupped himself crudely, making it apparent exactly what he intended to do.

His fingers closed around the clasp, trembling so hard he couldn't quite unlatch it as his body screamed for air and with what strength he had, he lashed out backwards, his foot connecting hard with sensitive flesh and finally he was dropped. Scrambling forwards as his knees hit hard against the ground, he was trying to run, feeling the fingers catching at the edges of his cloak as he was trying desperately to get away.

Fingers caught him again by his cloak, just about to yank him backwards before the grip suddenly slackened and he flopped forwards face down against the stone. Gasping for air, his lungs starving to draw in much needed oxygen as he jerked away abruptly from the senseless body that collapsed in a heap to one side of him.

The man was so swift, Yuuri had not even heard his footsteps on the stone, his body rolled and he watched as a second of the attackers fell in a tumble of limbs, leaving only the hulking giant that had wanted nothing more than to rape Yuuri. The brown haired man was only half the size of the giant but he was like a lion, wild mane of chestnut framing a face that echoed with so much silent rage.

The soldier was like a predator, striking hard and fast, dodging any of the giant's blows with such an ease, fist connecting hard against the brute's jaw, knocking him away and striking at him with such ferocity, Yuuri swore that the man had become the lion. It was so quick, so effortless that soon the third man was down, a limp ragdoll over the stones and sporting a broken jaw. Pushing himself upwards, he gripped his side lightly, feeling his ribs protest any attempt at moving, every part of him aching horribly as he just watched the man.

"Thankyou." He whispered softly, barely able to get the words out at all as his shoulders trembled with the sudden realisation of what could have happened if this stranger hadn't come by. "I..."

"You are foolish to be walking around on the streets on your own."

The reprimand made him wince as he was beginning to collect the bottles from where they lay scattered, attempting to wrap them up in the edges of his cloak to prevent them from clicking together. Some were already fractured, one single jar of movement and they might indeed shatter completely. "I lost track of the time." Swallowing around the lump in his throat, his head throbbed violently at where it had struck the stone, thick crimson blood soaked through the fabric and matted down a little of his dark hair against the side of his skull and neck.

"Are you looking to get yourself killed?"

Yuuri's dark eyes swept over the face of the man before him, strikingly handsome torn up by so many emotions that he almost flinched back at the penetrating gaze that regarded him from behind the long wild locks. And suddenly he had a feeling that was the real question. What kind of man would take on three brutes like that without a weapon, when all three were either carrying swords or daggers? "Is that what you are intending to do?"

Those cinnamon eyes narrowed, steel glinting in the firelight from within them at his words.

"Is that why you are out here?" Managing to pick up the unbroken bottles, he was staggering to his feet, swaying dizzily but a jolt of concern burned in his gut when he looked at the other man. Was that why the man was out here? Did he have something to prove to the world? Or was it... the man... He didn't like the idea that suddenly occurred to him.

"Do not speak to me as if you know me." Stepping away from the boy, his long strides took him away from the three fallen bodies, his shoulders stiff and he felt the rage burning inside his gut at knowing he hadn't been able to best Gunter Von Kleist. The man had said he would never surpass him, never claim something... even though he was fighting for the betterment of his people's position in the world. Wasn't it enough?

"Someone defeated you."

Conrart froze, every muscle stiffening at the words.

"And you have never been defeated like that before." Yuuri didn't like the look in those beautiful eyes, the determination to prove himself at the cost of his life. The man was fighting, but not willing to live for it. "Its why you are so angry." Stepping over one of those brutes, he gazed down at his attacker and felt a jolt of pity that someone would enjoy another's pain so much...

Twisting around to face the man, he was surprised to find himself gazing into the innocent face of a boy, large dark eyes hidden almost glowing from beneath the edge of the cloak. He really looked then, catching the dark bruise blooming across one pale cheek and the glint of scarlet dripping down from under the edge of the hood, yet not once had Conrart heard the man scream, the boy had taken the beating soundlessly. His fingers clenched into fists at the thought. Had someone beaten this boy before? Struck him? In his anger he had neglected a wounded boy, walked away because he was furious at Gunter, he was angry with the world and he was taking it out on a child.

"I shouldn't... have said that." Yuuri stumbled back slightly, when a strong hand caught his shoulder lightly, steadying him and drawing him towards the shelter of the man's body. The glasses rattling softly as he shifted the weight in his arms, trying to prevent them from spilling out of his cloak and back onto the ground. "I am grateful for your efforts on my behalf, I would... offer money for the trouble but what I have... is not my own."

"Where are you staying?" Conrart questioned, leaning down to snag the small pouch from where it had dropped amongst the limbs of one of the brutes, tucking it back into the fold of the cloak.

"The Red Scion." Leaning into the hand that steadied him, he swayed a little still, grateful for the support, though he was surprised that the man had turned around to help him after he had said such things to him. "My Lady is there with her attendants. I was..." A sorrowful look crossed his face as he gazed down at the remaining bottles and knowing just how much money had been lost in the destruction of the bottles.

"I am certain she would prefer you than these returned to her unharmed."

"I am sure you're right." The apprentice swallowed slightly, before shifting his feet and wishing he didn't feel so awkward still in this world, grateful to at least know the language well enough to speak it and not sound like a complete foreigner. "My Lady is the kindest of all nobles."

"I will escort you back."

Yuuri pressed against the solid warmth of the man, feeling the arm come around his shoulders and a hand rest against his upper arm as they walked, the boy leaning into the contact and just being eternally grateful for the action. His head turned slightly, inhaling the scents that clung to the mint green wool of the man's uniform, ones he had learned since his arrival in this strange medieval world, horses... leather... wood... and the tang of metal polish. "Who are you, Lion?"

Both brows rose sharply at that, turning his head to look down into the face of the boy, his fingers lightly brushing at the edges of the hood, actually admitting to some small corner of his mind that he liked the feeling of that body curled against his own, warm and almost inviting. "Conrart Weller."

"You are a lion, Conrart." A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, closing his eyes and just remembering the sight of the man moving, graceful and the power and drive of a predator he knew him to be. "I mean it as a compliment."

"And you?"

"Yuuri."

"An unusual name." He felt the anger slowly seeping out of him, the fury and confusion sliding away from his grip as he spoke to the boy who captivated him in a way he couldn't quite describe. "What is your country of origin?"

"Ah... that's something I would rather not talk about."

Conrart nodded slightly, not going to push on the subject while they moved into one of the more well travelled streets and much to the man's dislike the boy shifted in his grip, straightening and moving a few inches away from him. He would need to look at that head wound the moment the boy was returned to his mistress or have a healer do so.

The sound of merriment filled the air, inviting them into the tavern that belonged to the Inn, yet they moved straight passed it to one of the more private entrances. Yuuri bowing his head and stared at the ground, feeling extremely guilty over the fact that he had lost over half off the glass bottles to his encounter with those men.

The moment he appeared in the doorway into the private sitting room of the first floor, two of the maids were instantly on their feet, rushing towards him and Conrart.

"Master Yuuri!" One called in distress at the sight of the boy, instantly halting before him and gasping at the dark crimson stains that were far more visible in the light spilling out through the open doorway. "Lady Von Wincott was so worried about you! The guards are searching the city for you! Oh my... look at the state of you!"

The second maid was carefully prying the bottles away setting them nearby before attempting to examine the boy a little more closely. "I'll get the Mistress, she will be much relieved to know you are back."

His entire face turning bright red over the clucking maids, he looked up at Conrart, seeing the man retreat from the doorway and his hand instantly darted out, catching the large one, preventing the soldier from pulling away. "Please stay, Conrart." He was still terribly shaken from what had happened and his entire face was hidden by the edges of the hood. "Its late already… and…"

The young soldier paused for a moment in the doorway, glancing around the lit interior of the private entry way into the back part of the Inn. His cinnamon gaze dropping down to the hand that was still clasped tightly around his own, the pale white fingers curling about his own.

"Please."

Their eyes met for one long heated moment, a jolt of something searing through Conrart before he could react, his eyes widening slightly as he gazed down at the shadowed face beneath that hood. He was wanted. For just a few minutes, here in the inviting light of the Inn, he was wanted by this boy, who was unafraid of him. "As you wish."

With a soft nudge, Yuuri gently pushed the taller man into the sitting room and closed the door, before moving forwards into the light of the candles that danced on a nearby table. "I'll just be a few moments, I need to see my Mistress. I'll have Meri bring you in something to eat and drink."

Before Conrart could protest the hooded boy slipped through the doorway, his cloak swirling behind him in a twisting cascade of colour, leaving him alone in the quiet sitting room.

The maids practically fussed over him, leaving Conrart slightly edgy as he sent another glance towards the doorway where Yuuri had disappeared what seemed like an hour before. His first instinct was to head into that corridor, track down the boy and reassure himself that the youth was not being punished for the loss of the medicine vials he had been carrying. For some reason, being without the feeling of that slender form nearby was like a weight on his heart, clawing at it and making the food he had been given sit heavily in his stomach. Even the ale he had been presented with had done nothing but leave a burn down the back of his throat.

"Conrart?"

His head jerking up sharply at the sound of that quiet voice, his entire body stilled as he stared in shocked awe at the slender boy who stood in the doorframe, the darkness framing his pale features. Those dark soulful gaze capturing him without another word being spoken. A fresh set of clothes was loose around the slight shoulders, the pale blue fabric of the cloak still drawn up over the boy's head and shoulders, the edges of it almost brushing the ground as he stepped forwards.

"I'm sorry I took so long." A wry smile tugged at the corners of his lips, dark eyes glancing down at the half empty plate and mug before Conrart and the tension seemed to ease out of Yuuri's body. "I'm so glad the maids brought you something…"

A hand reached out towards the boy, broad palm extended in request.

Yuuri swept across the space, before gently drawing the calloused hand upwards and against his now smooth cheek, leaning into the contact willingly, dark eyes closing for a moment in delight. "My Lady saw to my injuries, you have no need to worry for my health."

Dark locks swept down across cinnamon eyes as he carefully tipped the boy's head up just enough that the light caught the pale skin beneath his fingers, showing the smooth, unblemished surface where there had been dark bruises forming only an hour before. "How did you know about… my earlier fight?"

"I could see it in your eyes," Pausing, Yuuri considered his answer. "When you took out the brutes that attacked me, you had this look in your eyes, the need to prove yourself again to the world, fearless against any enemy."

"Observant, aren't you?" Lips twitching slightly, he couldn't help the smirk that edged up onto his lips while he caught the slight fluster dusting across those soft, ghostly beautiful features.

"I try to be."

"You are right." Rubbing his palm against the warm skin, he cupped that jaw in his large hand, fingertips tangling for a moment in silky soft strands that were hidden by the folds of the robe. "About me… I am… angry." Why was he talking like this? Why was he speaking of what lurked within him when he couldn't even manage to do so with his best friend Yozak? What was it about those understanding dark orbs that made him feel like he wasn't being judged. "Come here."

Yuuri couldn't resist that deep silky voice, willingly stepping into the gap between the soldier's knees when Conrart shifted around, their faces at the same level like that. He was tempted to lift his hand upwards and touch the large hand that spanned from his throat to his ear, the long fingers stroking over his skin in a caress that left fire burning through his veins.

"Why do you wear your hood up?"

"Why do you smirk like that?" Yuuri retorted, flashing the soldier a smile, but it was quickly fading when fingers found the edge of the pale blue fabric ready to draw it down and away from his face. "Don't."

"Why?"

"It is probably more for your comfort than my own."

"How so?" And his hand drew the fabric down and away and froze as the candlelight washed over the cascade of raven black locks that spilled out and down across slender shoulders. The eyes he thought were a dark midnight blue or even brown were an inky black, like the moonless sky. Shock flared for a moment as he just gazed into that beautiful face. Oh… in Shinou's name! "Yuuri."

"I know… I…"

Conrart caught the boy's wrist, tugging slightly, guiding the slender youth those few extra inches towards him, his head leaning in and his mouth caught that warm one. It was as if fire had exploded within his body, desire screaming through every inch of his body at the sweet intoxicating taste of that mouth that remained against his own. Hunger like none he had ever known spilled out of him as he wrapped his free arm around that waist, tugging Yuuri further towards him, devouring that sweetness without regret when the boy responded to his advance. Their mouths moved together, a slender arm wrapping around his broad shoulders, practically forced to do that or fall squarely into Conrart's lap.

There was a sound just to the right, the soldier's mouth breaking away from the now kiss-bruised one, cinnamon eyes narrowing sharply on the doorway and the pale woman that stood there, her blue and white locks framing a devastating beauty. Yet, Conrart's immediate reaction to the intrusion was the tighten his arm firmly around the slender waist of the boy, keeping him possessively close, willing to challenge anyone over his protectiveness.

Yuuri's face was pressed into the curve of Conrart's throat and shoulder, panting softly, attempting to draw air into his starving lungs as he leaned into the embrace of the man who held him, knowing if the man hadn't been holding him up he would have ended up on the floor, boneless with pleasure.

"Yuuri?"

Immediately stiffening at the call of his name, he flushed red to the tips of his ears, dark eyes wide as he attempted to turn in the tight grip of his soldier. "Yes, my Lady?" And Yuuri could almost swear he heard a growl escape Conrart, the embrace around his body tightening imperceptibly.

"I was hoping to thank your rescuer myself… Meri told me he was still here." Sightless blue eyes swept the room as if attempting to pick out the shapes before her, even though it was clear she didn't see anything. Though her fine brows lifted in quiet question as if sensing exactly what she had walked into. "I apologise for intruding."

"Mistress… you have no need to…" Yuuri was a thousand different shades of crimson in embarrassment, entire face hot with the fact that they had been caught together like that.

"Sir Weller, may I take it my apprentice is many shades of crimson?"

A smirk immediately grew at those words, while his hand stroked across one flustered cheek, thumb stroking back and forth over the heated skin, delighting in the way the youth leaned into the touch, even though it seemed to make him even redder. There was something incredibly sexy about how the boy bit at his lower lip, clearly attempting to prevent anything embarrassing from spilling out, though it made him all the more adorable.

"He is indeed, Lady Von Wincott." Conrart couldn't help relaxing, all the tension slipping out from within his body, every frustration and thought slipping away as he cradled the boy to him, inhaling the scents of various herbs and other things on the boy's skin and also the underlying scent of cinnamon that clung to the flushed expanse.

"I am extremely grateful for your timely arrival on the behalf of my apprentice. Yuuri is very special to both myself and my staff and the thought of him being injured… deeply worries every one of us." Julia was slowly making her away across the space towards where the voice had originated, her hand resting against the back of a chair, pausing behind it. "He is my dearest friend."

"My Lady…"

Dark eyes were wide and he almost stuttered in surprise at the admission. They had been close since Julia had found him that day what seemed like a lifetime ago. The boy had been lost… abandoned and starving. He had been thrown from one world into this one, unable to speak the language or able to communicate, finding himself unable to do anything to protect himself against the savagery of the streets and barely able to feed himself for the weeks he had tried to eke out a living. Julia had found him broken and barely alive in the streets of a city… her guards had wanted her to leave the filthy street brat… but she had not turned away from him… but had had him carried to her carriage and tended to him herself.

"I freely offer whatever monetary reward you might desire for returning him to me."

"You have no need to pay me." Conrart cradled Yuuri to him, mouth brushing against that slightly clenched jaw, wondering exactly what story lurked between these two, behind the boy's unusual name. "Yuuri has rewarded me enough…" Cinnamon eyes sparkled with a touch of mischief, the unspoken words 'with his lips' hovering between them.

"Should I have a room prepared for him, Yuuri?" Julia questioned, smiling slightly to herself.

"Should they?" The soldier enquired, heated mouth scooting the length of the slender throat, teeth grazing against warm skin, nipping at it softly.

"No, my Lady… I have room in my chambers, I don't wish to put anyone out at such a late hour."

"As you wish. Shall I see you both at breakfast before we head to the Academy?"

"Yes, my Lady, thankyou."

"Then I bid you both goodnight."

A squeak of surprise escaped Yuuri as he backed up against the headboard, before a bubble of laughter escaped him when he flung the pillow at the tall man that stood at the end of the king-size wooden-framed bed, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. A hand had caught his slender ankle for a moment, which had surprised him from where he had been reading through a book on the mattress while the other bathed in the bathroom they had.

The pillow thumped against the broad tanned chest, sending a cloud of feathers flaring out into the air and making Conrart smirk as he tugged at the slender ankle, tugging the boy across the sheets while he scrambled to escape, laughter still rocking the slender body.

"Con! Let me go…"

"No." The soldier leaned down, his mouth touching against the inside of the slender ankle, nipping at the thin skin and felt the toes wiggle against his palm.

"This is so undignified." Pouting slightly, he was on his belly, half tangled amongst the sheets, dark hair messy as it ran in soft waves across his lithe shoulders and delicately arching neck.

"Its sexy."

Sticking his tongue out at that, he let another burst of laughter free when his toes were nibbled, tickling him with the feather-light sensations running up his leg. "So… why me?" The boy rolled over, allowing himself to settle against the blankets, hips arching slightly, before dropping back against the soft mattress just beneath his back, peering up at his protector from beneath long raven lashes.

"Why not you?"

"Do you have a come back for everything?"

"Indeed I do, my Double-Black." Prowling forwards, his knees rested on the end of the bed, while his hands were sliding up the delicate ankle and shin, caressing and stroking. How had he gotten so lucky? Though… his usual was not male, but female, yet he couldn't help himself, no when just the mere sight of that smiling face washed everything from his mind but Yuuri. The boy touched his soul in a way he couldn't explain and being offered a night like he was, how could he resist? His anger had melted, his frustration fading. This boy…

"So, where are you meant to be tonight, my Lion?" Dark eyes sparkled, Yuuri slowly pushing himself upwards onto his elbows, toes wiggling in invitation again as their eyes met.

"The Academy."

"Playing escape-artist?"

"Most assuredly."

"Well… I have to say, their loss, my gain." All of his reserve melted behind the closed doors of his room, here… he didn't feel judged for his appearance, he felt… beautiful when Conrart looked at him like that. Though he had had a few short relationships and wasn't a complete naïve when it came to such things, it was unlike him to have jumped into the deep end like he had with Conrart. Yet, those mesmerising brown eyes saw through him to his soul, seeing him and not his dark hair and eyes.

"You can gain something else tonight…" Hands caught the edge of Yuuri's pants, thumbs closing around the hem, and the boy shifted back, allowing the fabric to slip upwards, Conrart's grip soon divesting the boy of his only clothing, revealing soft expanses of white skin.

"Besides this you mean?" A slender finger brushed against the dark mark already marking the creamy perfection of his throat, another sweet chuckle slipping out.

"Not so shy in private, are you?"

"No."

"Does that mean I have to work to produce that blush on your skin?"

"Definitely."

"Challenge accepted."

Both hands caressed along those slender legs, stroking and rubbing across the white thighs, thumbs trailing along the inside, when he leaned forwards over the boy, his mouth trailing along the path his hands had taken. The reaction was immediate and pleasing as the sleepy length began to stir in response to the caresses and kisses. "How do you like it?"

"With you inside me." A wicked grin came to sensual lips, when he lifted upwards and caught Conrart's face, drawing it upwards to press heated kisses against the finely crafted lips. Their tongues tangled together for long moments, devouring each other completely. And in one swift movement, Yuuri rolled them both, the taller soldier landing with a soft thump against the mattress with Yuuri straddling his thighs, lips turned upwards into a devilishly sensual smirk that matched one Conrart had given him earlier.

Large hands curled around the firm hips, fingers curling and stroking against the pert rear, caressing and stroking and enjoying the fact that he was going to be dominated by the lithe youth in his lap. A mouth soon closed around one of his nipples, nipping hard around it, sucking and licking at it as raven hair slipped down to tickle against his chest. Conrart's large palm smoothed down across the curving arch of the boy's back, trailing his fingers across the slight indentations of that long spine before curling into the silken mass, encouraging Yuuri to continue as he rocked upwards, his towel covered erection rubbing against the boy's belly.

"Yesss..." Hissing in pleasure, he arched restlessly into that wet mouth that nibbled across his chest to another nipple, nipping and sucking hard and leaving it a tight throbbing bud of pleasure. His fingers stroked through that soft fall of raven, pressing the mouth down even more, rocking his hips upwards again in silent promise.

"You taste salty…" The purr vibrated through the man's chest, feeling the erotically flushed cheek rub cat-like against his chest. "Like dark spices…"

"Cat."

"Lion." Yuuri lifted his head from that chest, a clever hand sliding beneath the edge of that damp towel and curled around the hot length that throbbed wantonly against his palm, digits measuring the girth and length of it with interest. "Definitely impressive."

"So I met your standards?" Pleasure darkened cinnamon eyes regarded his new lover and for a moment he honestly wanted that approval, he wanted to be all that this boy expected and desired.

"You exceed them." Their mouths met again, hot and languid. "Far more than I could have ever hoped for."

One corner of his lips quirked up as his hips arched upwards into the heated caresses, encouraging the warm hands to continue stroking him like that. "Is that so…"

"Oh definitely."

One hand slowly stroked against the fine curve of that rear, two fingers dipping down between warm cheeks and stroked the tight entrance, feeling Yuuri immediately jerk in response before leaning forwards, offering himself up to those caressing fingers. Slowly circling the tight muscles, he worked his fingertip in slowly, groaning when Yuuri arched as he was penetrated, Conrart's length being squeezed in response between warm palms.

Gasping for air for a moment, his brown eyes closed as he continued to stroke and stretch that tight entrance, the tip of a digit soon finding that sweetspot and applied pressure, rubbing quickly against it and watched the heated colour flushed along the length of that pale body over him. "Like that do you?"

Rocking back into the penetration, his mouth trailed kisses downwards from those teased nipples, one hand leaving the twitching length to pinch and continue teasing the heated buds. Tongue circling Conrart's belly button, he dipped into it, lapping across the heated, tanned skin, rubbing his cheek against it again before finally sliding further downwards. Grateful that his lover had long limbs, he delighted in the feeling of another finger slipping inside of himself, his breath catching every so often as he was caressed. The soldier's other hand was not idle, caressing over every other inch of his body, stroking and rubbing the flustered skin, rubbing nipples until they were red and throbbing with the same heat he had inflicted upon his lover.

Mouth soon finding its target, he suckled on the throbbing head of Conrart's length, licking slowly down the underside, while his hand cupped the man's balls, massaging the heated weight between his fingers and encouraging those hips to thrust upwards into his mouth as he swallowed the heated length of it. Creating a firm suction, he was bobbing his head with each slow suck, drawing it deeper and deeper into his mouth, humming low in his throat to create a delicious vibration along the length of it as he moved.

Much too soon for Conrart's liking that mouth pulled away, leaving his hard erection throbbing and damp. A protest was about to escape him when his hand was drawn away from that slender rear and Yuuri scooted forwards replacing that mouth for something infinitely better. In the candlelight of the room, the soldier got to watch as his stiff throbbing shaft slowly began to disappear into his lover's body, the tight heat clenching fiercely around him, tearing a cry of pleasure from him. Unable to resist, his hips arched upwards, thrusting himself home and watched the flare of delighted ecstasy wash over the flushed cheeks of the boy, dark head thrown back in pleasure.

"So beautiful." He whispered in worship of the male straddling his hips.

His hand curling around that hip, supporting his lover as he literally rode him like that, their bodies moving in sync, heated flesh sliding damply together. Other hand dropping downwards, his palm caught the twitching length that rested against the smooth expanse of his lover's belly, jerking it off in counterpoint to the deep grinding movements.

Leaning forwards, Conrart's mouth touched the dark marks he had left on the pale skin in their earlier ardour, sucking and nipping at them, trailing his lips against one collarbone and downwards to a nipple. Biting down hard, when muscles clenched and tugged relentlessly on his length, he muffled another hoarse cry against that damp skin, lapping around the throbbing bud, tormenting it with the graze of his teeth against the sensitive peak.

Sweat glistened on their skin as their bodies arched and ground together, skin to skin, their bodies creating a delicious friction against their senses, drawing erotic sounds from their throats. And as the candle danced, the two men came together in one moment of pure and undiluted ecstasy, their cries filling the space as bodies released and both crashed down into a heated tangle amongst the rumpled sheets.

Conrart groaned as light burned right into his eyes, his face twisted and buried itself into the silkiness that tickled his cheeks and jaw. His eyelids closed tightly against the tormenting light, a rough breath escaping him and he inhaled the sweet scent that invaded every part of his body and soul as his arms tightened around the lithe body curled against his chest and hips. One hand possessively curled against one trim thigh, drawing that taut rear against his hips, letting out a groan as his sensitive flesh pressed up against the smoothness of that warm skin.

The night had been… A smirk touched his lips at the memory, the long hours of heated pleasure until both of them had practically dropped into sleep somewhere near dawn. His mouth touched against the nape of Yuuri's neck, lingering there for a long moment, dropping a kiss against the warm skin. And in that bright light of morning, he wondered what it would be like to wake up every morning like that, body tangled around the beautiful dark haired healer, to hear the soft sleepy whisper of his name when he cradled that dark head against his shoulder.

Yet, his heart told him… that sooner or later Yuuri would leave the city, this warm presence would slip away from him as quickly as he had entered it and that left him in the bitter white light of morning knowing that the peace that he had found had its limits…

If people like it ^^ I'm likely to continue it. XD Its AU but stillllllll its a lot of fun.