Author's Note: Its been a while since I wrote some KKM, but here is something that I hope you like. This is the first part of a two part little story that I feel like writing. Its based on episode 45 of the series "Betrothed VS Fiance". A little more of the situation will be explored in the next section, also sticky parts will definitely win over as well. YAY. LOL
Disclaimer: I own nothing? Sigh.
A long rather pleased groan escaped Conrart as he lay sprawled out on his belly, tawny skin flushed with heat and his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him, a shudder running down from his head down to his toes. Cheek pressed against the softness of the pillow, he couldn't help but relax and just enjoy the surprising actions of his king.
Palms swept across his shoulderblades, thumbs digging into the tightened knots of muscle and worked them out diligently. The weight of the boy sitting across the small of his back, pinning him belly down across the bed. Sweet scented oils filled the air from the candles that stood lit on the nearby table and in the wall sconces, leaving his nose and throat almost tingling with the mix of relaxing fragrances.
A husky sound escaped his lips as those slightly calloused fingers traced the lines of his back, brushing across every mark on his tawny skin. Cinnamon eyes closed tightly, body arching almost drunkenly into the slow massage that left every inch of him heated and vibrating with need that he couldn't deny. A part of him wondered exactly how he had gotten himself into that rather interesting position, spread out across silky sheets and bare except for his now uncomfortably tight pants.
Conrart almost started when a mouth touched against a scar running across the back of one shoulder, a tongue darting out to trace along the stiff ridge of pale skin. Fingers fisted the sheets, attempting to keep himself still, unable to believe he was beneath Yuuri in his bed, a place he had longed to be for far too long. How often had he desired nothing more than to settle into these sheets beside his sleeping king and never move again, content to simply watch him resting.
"Yuuri…" The man breathed out on a contented sigh. It had to be a dream. Nothing could ever feel this good. "…More?" It was whispered as a plea, an entreaty.
He wanted nothing more than to remain here, to keep close the only one that had ever touched his heart like this, made it both sing with such sweet joy and crack under the pressure of being unable to claim what he so desperately desired. How many nights had he longed to remain? How many times had he woken on his own, hands sweeping across the sheets searching for someone that had never been there and never would be?
"More?" Butterfly kisses tickled up along his spine, hands continuing to caressing his skin rather than massage. "More how?"
How had an innocent offer of a back rub turned into something so… erotic?
A sudden banging erupted on the main door of the bedroom, sound like thunder in the peaceful quiet of the evening. "You Wimp! Open this door! Cheater!" The wood actually rattled on its hinges from the blows on the other side, booted feet thumped against the bottom of it, the lock jingling in protest.
Conrart stiffened, his face actually paling instantly at the fact that he was sprawled out across Yuuri's bed beneath the beautiful boy and wearing only his pants that would definitely have a particularly noticeable bulge if he even considered rolling over. There would be no denying the fact that at the first touch of Yuuri's hands against his bare skin, the caressing of that mouth hot and taunting, he was rock hard. He would not be able to get up without revealing himself.
His hand reached out instantly to catch at the slender wrist, but Yuuri was already leaving the bed to answer the door, his heart was literally in his mouth the entire time. The man shuddering with the need and desire that pooled within him, heating his body to red hot proportions. To his disbelief and actual horror, Conrart watched as Yuuri unlocked the door, letting it slide open soundlessly and allowing an indignant Wolfram right into the room, before shutting it behind him.
The moment the door clicked shut and they stepped away from it, Wolfram's lips suddenly bloomed into a brilliant almost cheeky smile, emerald green eyes flashing with amusement. "Fooled them all." One hand rested on a slender hip, his head tossing slightly so that long bright strands of gold fell back and away from his eyes in a rather erotic little gesture. "I am quite certain at least one of the maids witnessed my outburst." White teeth actually did flash that time in a rather pleased smile.
"I always knew you were cunning." Yuuri remarked softly, one hand sweeping back through his mane of raven locks, his raven eyes suddenly fixing on the ceiling for a long moment. His teeth actually tugged on his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and looking adorable in his mild state of frustration. "However, I know you still have a very bad sense of timing." A sigh escaped him, his gaze flickering to the bed just behind Wolfram's back and the man sprawled across the sheets, a pair of stunned and confused cinnamon eyes watching him, widen from shock. "I almost considered keeping you locked out."
"You don't have any reason to do that. You know well I have no intension of staying here at night any longer, not that I would want to… the bed is terribly uncomfortable."
Yuuri honestly wanted to snort in indignation over that particular comment, considering Wolfram had spent quite a long time sprawled across the entire length of it and sending him crashing to the floor most nights to sleep either there on the cold stone with only a pillow or over in the chair close to the fire. Wolfram had kicked, punched, slapped, bitten and done a number of things worse during his 'sleep'… "I wouldn't know."
"What are you complaining about now, Yuuri?"
"That as much as I appreciate you checking on me after today's… excitement, I am currently engaged in something that I would love to give my complete and undivided attention to." His gaze swept the length of Conrart's body with a hunger that would have shocked almost everyone that knew him. He had known he had spent far too long denying what he wanted for it to be even considered healthy, he had awakened to what he really wanted after being confronted by Elisabeth.
"Such as?" Both golden brows lifted in silent challenge.
"Such as me winning you that bet."
It was now Wolfram's eyes that widened and he instantly turned, staring at a rather embarrassed Conrart, whom was struggling to piece together exactly what he was witnessing. "You were serious." Wolfram whispered softly, taking in the sight of his brother, catching a glimpse of the sword propped up against the edge of the bed just within reach to protect Yuuri if danger appeared and the shirt, jacket and boots tossed haphazardly across the floor as if they had been torn off by someone eager for the golden skin of the soldier to let a little bit of fabric get in his way.
"Of course I was." Now it was Yuuri's turn to be slightly indignant, his chin lifting in a slightly stubborn action that made him all the more adorable. Even though most would consider him completely naïve to the ways of the world, there was far more to Yuuri Shibuya than anyone would guess especially when it came to Conrart. "I told you that I would have him here before the night was out. I've already wasted months on my own stupidity, I'm not about to let it deprive me of what I want and what I know he wants."
"Your Majesty?" Wide cinnamon eyes stared across at Yuuri, his mouth opening as if wanting to say something, his voice actually shaken by the fact of what he had just heard coming from the younger man's mouth.
Wolfram's brilliant green eyes sparkled with amusement to see his brother so uncertain and captured right then. A bark of laughter escaped the blonde, his hand lifting to rub one hand back through the long silky strands and brush them out of his eyes. "Checkmate."
"Stop laughing." Yuuri's lips however couldn't help but twitch as well hearing the carefree sound escape Wolfram, the sound that was no longer constrained by so many tortured emotions. "Now, out with you." The Maou's lips twitched again and a smile graced his sweet features. "You've been enough of a distraction."
The youngest of the three half brothers winked at Conrart, entire face touched with a light relaxed humour that continued to sparkle in those green eyes. "Sleep in tomorrow, Yuuri, I'll keep Gwendal and Gunter at bay. It's about time they lay off for a little while, I know that some things..." His glance flickered towards Conrart with amusement. "Shouldn't be rushed."
"Thanks." Grinning, Yuuri couldn't help but feeling a flare of true friendship touch his heart, it had taken the realisation of Yuuri's honest feelings towards Conrart to truly get him to understand that he was not doing any good for either Wolfram or himself by holding onto something that shouldn't have existed in the first place.
"CHEATER!" Wolfram bellowed towards the doorway, laughter still sparkling in his eyes as he strode out of the doorway, looking for all the world the moment he left as if he had been once more ejected from the King's rooms by force. There were loud curses echoing down the hallway as Wolfram made sure the entire castle heard him.
"Yuuri?" It was a soft whisper of sound from Conrart as he stood there by the bed, his brown hair tussled around his handsome face, his lips drawn in a confused line.
"I've been blind, Conrart." Obsidian eyes met silver streaked cinnamon pinning the man in place with his stare. Slowly he approached the tall soldier, his hand reaching out to tenderly brush a fingertip lightly across the lightly stubbled jaw, feeling the fine hairs prickle against the pad. "I've had my eyes shut to what was right in front of me from the start. I don't know how you stood it." Fingers curling his knuckles rubbed against the tawny skin, watching cinnamon eyes instantly close the man leaning into the touch, clearly craving the contact that was being offered. "Day in, day out... seeing Wolfram here... and then having me... fawning over Elizabeth."
"You know my own stupidity honestly scares me at times." A wry smile played at the corners of his mouth. His expression sobered for a moment, the childishness that clung to him so often, the naivety that worried so many around him fading from his face, leaving the intelligent young man behind. "Love is something to be treasured, not squandered and ignored."
"Yuuri..." Hope lit in those bright cinnamon eyes, his hand lifting to lightly curl around the Maou's, holding it against his cheek and turning his head just enough to press a soft kiss against the back of the warm fingers then to each fingertip.
"I'm so sorry for not seeing it sooner."
"I love you." Conrart choked out, his cinnamon eyes showing his desperate fear that he might just loose what had become so precious and important to him. His body trembled with the force of his hidden emotions, his knees actually buckling a little, dropping him to his knees before Yuuri, his large calloused hands closing around the smaller slender fingered ones of his King. His cheek pressed against them, his head bowed, hair falling forwards to hide his face from view. "More than I can ever say... more than... my life... my soul... I love you..."
Something damp and surprisingly warm dropped against Yuuri's fingers, sliding down across them.
"And I love you, Conrart." He whispered softly, his arms reaching out to coil around broad shoulders, hugging the man to him and feeling the relieved shudders rattle through the larger man's entire body. "I have for so long and I was blind to it. I did not understand why my heart felt like it was shattering when I was not near you..." His fingers slowly slipped into the silky strands, stroking slowly and eventually coming to rest at the nape of Conrart's neck lightly. Thumb brushing over the warm skin there, he just remained like that, allowing the emotions to escape the other man without him seeing them. "Why my eyes always seek you whenever I enter a room."
"I've longed for you." The man's breathing hitched before he was lifting himself to his feet, his fingers rubbing at his face, brushing away the last stray tears that clung to dark lashes. Swallowing hard, he didn't quite know what to say, he felt as if his life had been quite literally turned upside-down and he didn't know if he ever wanted to right it again. "I dreamt of you."
When a hand lifted to lightly stroke against Conrart's cheek again, he turned his face into the intimate caress against his skin, his dark lashes dropping as he practically purred.
"Dreamed of me?" A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Now just what did these dreams of yours entail?"
"Things..." Shaking his head, a small smile of his own attempted to rise to the surface. "...That a man shouldn't think of about his King."
A snort of laughter escaped Yuuri Shibuya, his dark head tipping back as he actually spun in a circle arms opened wide as if for Conrart's inspection. "Do I look like a King to you? I am me right now. A teenager who has a very big crush on you and wants to get you back on that bed." His chin tilted towards the abandoned bed, dark eyes glittering with something more than just their usual intensity.
"Yuuri...?" Conrart froze, when he realised one thing about the young man before him. It wasn't just Yuuri looking back at him in that desire filled gaze, the Maou was there, hovering just beneath the surface. It was more than that, far more than that as he continued to gaze into that pool of never ending night that seemed to suck the very soul out of him. "Majesty."
"Yes?" A finger lazily trailed a path down over the other man's chest softly, fingertip stroking over the heated skin, just watching the shiver ripple up through Conrart at the touch. Dark eyes reflected the boy's hunger, his gaze devouring Conrart from toes to the top of his head.
Large hands hesitated before they reached out to carefully cup Yuuri's face between calloused palms, gently lifting the boy's head upwards. Dipping his head, he kissed soft lips, feeling Yuuri's body press against his own, the slender youth leaning his weight into the warm chest of his protector. Butterfly kisses drifted across the silky soft mouth, tongue slowly slipping between parted lips, deepening the action into something highly erotic. Yuuri's arms coiled around broad shoulders, keeping Conrart's head down and his mouth against his own.
"Now that was a kiss." Yuuri breathed in delight as his mouth remained a mere breath away from Conrart's own. "But can I ask for more?"
HEHE definitely going to be fun in the next chapter.