Well now, the first story on now.
I´m kinda nervous, so please go easy on me.
This fanfiction may contain explicit contents and male/male relationships.
That means, Shounen-ai and Yaoi.
If you don´t like and support that, please ignore it.
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Also I´d like to say, that nothing besides the idea of the story belongs to me.
But apart from that I hope you´ll really enjoy it!
CH 1: Comfort
Ripped out of beautifully peaceful dreams, stuffed with cute kittens and puppies, by the scream of a certain person, he would have had eliminated by the end of day, Gwendal von Voltaire opened his midnight blue eyes and stared at the wall in front of him.
He sighed to himself.
Why couldn´t there ever be a peaceful morning.
Ever since their new king had shown up, he had never had the silence to wake up by himself.
But always to the thrilled or panicked "Heika!" of a certain man with hair, that was simply as gay as the person wearing it.
Gwendal secretly smirked to himself.
Oh yes, his hair certainly suited him.
And with the matching eyes, his ever so white robes and his more than a little extravagant way of facial and verbal expression there was no doubt, that Günter von Christ was very certainly not in the least interested in the opposite sex.
Another scream sounded through the halls and there was a crashing sound as if something fell down that shouldn´t have.
With a dissatisfied gruntle he lifted himself off the sheets and threw his long, dark hair back to fix it into his ponytail.
Then he dressed himself in the same green robes he wore everyday – not the same though, Gwendal was a very hygienic person- and put his boots on.
Then the frown on his forehead re-appeared and he stormed out of his room.
"What in Shinou´s name is going on here?", he wanted to know, but he kept his calm until he found a Günter, that was nearly at the edge of crying, while picking up shards from the broken china.
"What´s the matter?
Don´t tell me the king fled from your education once again?"
He tried not to sound too sarcastically but he was so fed up with Günter whining about the king ignoring him all the time.
But the usually happy, sparkling man just shook his lowered head.
Now Gwendal started to worry.
Though he would never admit it to anyone not even under Anissina´s torture of new inventions.
"Everything all right?", he fought himself to say and was nearly tempted to put a hand on his old friend´s shoulder.
Günter looked so hurt.
"Nothing´s all right!", he barked and looked up at the dark haired and Gwendal could see, that he probably had been crying.
"What happened?", he wondered.
"He forbade me to see him!", he yelled in answer and Gwendal looked confused.
"Who did forbade you to see whom?"
"The brat prince…
He said until the marriage I wasn´t allowed to bother or see Heika…."
Gwendal nodded in understanding.
It was only two weeks ago, that their king finally admitted his feelings towards Gwendal´s youngest brother and they decided to have their wedding ceremony two months afterwards.
The whole castle seemed to have freaked out over the news.
The maids were doing all kinds of decorations and the castle was polished until the tiniest corner.
Conrad had busied himself with the security preparations and their mother did the invitations.
Anissina was probably in her laboratory and working on some sort of new inventions ,which he hopefully wouldn´t had to test and Greta was over the hill about being the flower child.
And Günter…
Well, Günter seemed to mourn.
"It´s only six more weeks until the wedding…
And his majesty is busy with the preparations.
You can teach and admire him after that.", he said with a cold tone.
Why was it always just the king?
Before he came, Günter was all over Gwendal sitting in his study every day and trying to get him out of it.
Not that Gwendal minded that much, it was still a little more quiet in comparism, but he couldn´t stop to feel a slight pang of jealousy at the thought, that there was another man, that was Günter´s number one.
"It´s not just that….", Günter said quietly and Gwendal´s face turned a little more sour.
"Is it because he isn´t in love with you?", he wanted to know and when Günter looked up at him with shocked, violet eyes, he felt a blush rising.
Did
he just sounded jealous?
With a grumble he turned on the heel and
stepped out, leaving a completely stunned Günter.
Just what exactly was that?
So that´s it for now.
Did you like it?
Should I go on?
Or was it absolutely horrible?
