It was getting late as a tall, slender figure in white made his way quietly down the torch lit halls of blood pledge castle. Gunter Von Krist gently rapped upon a closed door, then after several moments gently pushed it open, only to sigh in frustration when he saw the room beyond was empty. He hadn't really expected Gwendal to be in his bed, but he had hoped the man would be there getting some much needed sleep. He decided to go to the study and tell the big guy it was time to turn in. The man just didn't know when to quit. It was a gigantic responsibility Gwendal took upon himself running the kingdom when the king was out of town. Yes, out of town seemed more comforting than thinking of him as being on an entirely different world. It was a little lie he told himself; it eased Gunter's mind as he tended to worry so much about the fledgling king. But there was nothing that could be done about his absence except to wait until he returned. Then Gunter would breathe a huge sigh of relief like he usually did upon seeing that the boy hadn't managed to get himself kidnapped, molested or worse yet, killed. He was always overjoyed to see his king returned to the great demon kingdom where he belonged in one piece. Unfortunately until then there was a country to run, which meant a lot of paperwork and such that needed taken care of. While there were some things that the king had to deal with himself, that didn't stop Gwendal from going over every nuance of it and leaving detailed notes on what effect signing each document would have, even if it kept the man up to all hours of the night.

'Well I have already finished all of my usual duties. I even nuzzled the horses to sleep already and I am not the least bit tired. I suppose I could make myself useful by going over some of those documents for Gwendal. He really works too hard when Yuuri is away, and I heard Anissina was after him to test a new invention earlier. He's probably exhausted by now.

Gunter quietly entered the study to find that Gwendal was still there, but not pouring over paperwork as he expected. He was stretched out on a couch sound asleep. He had removed his coat and sword, along with his hair tie so that his long dark mane fell around him in silky strands. He looked quite peaceful and comfortable so Gunter decided not to wake him but just to work quietly at the desk half a room away. 'He hardly ever wears his hair down,' he mused as he walked by 'it's a good look for him'. Gunter shuffled through the papers quietly and quickly finding a place to start began the task of writing detailed summary notes on a request for a road easement on someone's property.

He was busily going over the details of yet another document, when a faint noise impinged on his consciousness, he was barely aware of his surroundings with the effort of summarizing a particularly ill worded clause in a contract proposal between the military and a weapons smith. It was a change in breathing rhythm and a barely audible moan but in the still, quiet room it might as well have been broadcast over a bullhorn. He looked over to the couch to see Gwendal shifting uncomfortably in his sleep, his face shining with sweat. 'Oh I knew it he's gone and worked himself into a fever' thought Gunter as he started to get up and check on his lifelong friend. He never actually made it out of the seat when something dawned on him causing him to sit back heavily in shock, the way Gwendal was moving, moaning the sheen of sweat on his face, he wasn't sick, he was dreaming about sex. 'Now what do I do?' he thought, he considered bolting from the room but couldn't seem to tear his eyes from his friend. This was a side of Gwen he'd never seen before. When had the tall grim commander of the military gotten so…sexy? Yes that was the word, his hair, let loose and cascading around him as he lay on the couch, deep groans and harsh panting emitting from him as he rocked his hips no doubt having his way with a lover in his dreams. 'I wonder who he's dreaming of.' He pondered. 'It's certainly not me. He has avoided me since that whole evil chocolate incident. And in with that cursed crown situation he wouldn't even kiss me on the forehead of his own free will to break the hex.' Gunter thought dismally. 'I wish… But at least I now know how he feels.' He finished the thought with a light sigh.

As if in answer to his musings Gunter heard a mumble that sounded suspiciously like a familiar name issue from the couch. Suddenly Gwendal shot up into a sitting position his whole body visibly tense, turning as he heard a soft noise behind him. Gunter had broken from the spell that had held him enthralled, and remembered that Gwendal might not be overjoyed about having an audience. He quickly grabbed up his contracts and hid behind them. Gwendal turned to see who was in his office, his face a fiery red. He saw Gunter diligently doing paperwork with no outward sign that he'd witnessed anything unusual. "What are you doing in my study?" he asked gruffly. "How long have you been here?"

"Just helping you with some of the paperwork." Gunter answered quietly. "You should really get back to sleep my friend, it's late. If you keep pushing yourself so hard you are bound to get sick. You already have new wrinkles in your forehead and I see the stress is even giving you nightmares now."

'Nightmares, so that's what Gunter believes?' Gwendal breathed a sigh of relief as he stood grabbing his coat holding it in front of him in a casual way to hide the prominent evidence of his nightmare. "Are you turning in as well?" he asked.

"In a few minutes, I am almost through with this beast of a contract. Don't worry about me Gwendal, just go and get some rest."

Gwendal took the opportunity to make a hasty exit and Gunter slumped forward onto the desk. It had taken a supreme effort to block out the images until Gwendal left. He just knew he was going to have a nosebleed when he let it register that the name that hid in those last moans as Gwendal woke was Yuuri's. 'Don't worry my friend I won't say a word.' He thought as images of the two men he loved and respected most doing naughty things to each other ran through his head. Nope, he wouldn't be standing up and walking through the castle for quite a while now. He might as well get to work on the next document.

AN: I know I haven't updated, been sick and other stuff. It's all better now.

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