Wrong in So Many Ways

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WARNING: Lime-lemon! Up ahead! SO skip if you want to! Otherwise enjoy!

Part 10

Conrad stared aghast at Gisela's speech. He didn't know she had it in her. But he supposed on the account of Wolfram, anyone would like to say something. Unfortunately, he had only caught half of it. The half he didn't get was when she started scolding him.

"I'm sorry Gisela, what was that?" Conrad asked politely.

Gisela sighed. Conrad was stubborn at times especially when it came to Wolfram. If he didn't want to hear it, he didn't act on it. She had to say it sternly for Wolfram's sake… and for hers too.

"Listen Lord Weller, Wolfram is allowed to go outside. The air will be good for him. I'll inform you if he needs to be extra careful. But it probably doesn't happen until he's halfway through the pregnancy." Gisela explained. They were lucky that they were in the confines of someplace private.

"I see. Do you think I've been over doing it?" Conrad asked thoughtfully.

"Very much so. When he informed me he looked kind of upset."

"I guess I better go see him then."

With that Conrad bid a 'good day' to Gisela before setting off to his original destination. This was usually the time he looked forward to the most. He always thought of Wolfram during the day and waited the time he would get to see him. He approached his destination. Before he entered he heard faint laughing. Two different kinds of laughs. He knew one was Wolfram's, the other he didn't recognize but it seemed familiar.

Conrad didn't realize that his grip on the doorknob had changed. It tightened as his possessiveness took over. It was only him that Wolfram would laugh for and he was the only one who would see it. Who in the world…

Opening the door he was rather shocked as he noticed that Yuri was sitting in a chair next to Wolfram's bed where Wolfram was sitting on. He softly sighed in relief, yet his mind was in that jealous rage despite the fact that the logic side was trying to soothe it. Yuri was not after Wolfram. Yuri didn't think of other guys that way. He reassured himself. Of course he knew Yuri wouldn't do that. Unless for some odd reason his personality changed within the past week, he doubted anything.

Conrad let out his disarming smile. But Wolfram saw through that. Conrad was jealous too often. Wolfram could see why. Wolfram had too many admirers to count but they were too hesitant to approach seeing as how there are the two older brothers and the fact that he has a hot temper.

Yuri got up. "I'll leave you two alone now. Günter is probably trashing Gwendal's office as we speak. And probably arrange an engagement annulment."

He left.

The two brothers stared at the door for a few moments. It occurred to them what had just happened. Wolfram wasn't taking it too lightly. All that hard work for him to actually do it, and only now! Wolfram thought angrily. He was still mad that he had to be bitching, clingy, possessive, etc. to get Yuri to break off the engagement, and all it took was to tell him that he and his brother were together! He felt like throwing something.

Wolfram's eyes conveniently landed on the platter before him. He glared at it before picking it up and throwing it towards the door. He was relieved as it made a satisfying crash when it broke into pieces and fell to the floor.

Conrad was still confused as soon as Yuri left. He was in deep thought, staring at the door Yuri had exited from. He couldn't help but think that Yuri's acceptance was false. Yuri could still be harboring some ill born feelings.

That thought was completely out of his mind when something whizzed by in his line of vision. He saw a plate hit the door and fell to pieces on the ground. He looked from whence it came and wasn't too surprised that his little brother threw it. Inwardly, he chuckled. He better save the other dishes incase Gwendal would ask how did the dishes end up broken.

Conrad calmly walked over and picked up the tray. He casually placed it on the table across from the bed. He looked over at Wolfram who was conveniently lying on the bed. Conrad took off his accessories, like his sword, etc. He stared down at his beautiful little brother. It had been a long time since they've done anything. He had been holding back because of the recent news. He didn't want to spoil it.

Conrad could also tell that Wolfram was outright refusing him. Wolfram had his eyes closed, asleep or pretending to. It didn't matter. Conrad reached out to caress the soft skin. He tentatively placed small kisses in those revealing areas. Wolfram would respond, willingly.

Wolfram wanted to shove the (un)welcomed hands and lips touching his skin. But he couldn't, as they felt so good. They were only small touches. He didn't mind. He didn't really mind, that is, until it became harsh. He opened his eyes, growling softly in annoyance and partial pleasure. He was fully aware of his surroundings. Wolfram didn't trust Conrad not to rape him in his sleep. After all, Conrad was a pervert going after kids like him.

He tried pushing the hands away, but instead, his hands were seized and pinned to the sides of his head. He could practically feel Conrad smirking against his skin. Oh yeah, Conrad was in 'pervert' mode.

"Conrad, stop," Wolfram, said trying to wriggle him-self free. It didn't work, as Conrad was stronger than he was and it made him grip tighter. "Gisela said that we shouldn't do anything. We-"

"Oh? Just earlier she was complaining that you weren't getting out much and you were healthy enough. I heard they came straight from you."

Wolfram shut his mouth and opted to glare at his brother. He was silently cursing his brother for pinning it all on him. He was suffocating in here! Surely Conrad could understand that! He tried pushing his brother away; that only got so far. He tried struggling; it just made Conrad grip tighter.

"Conrad, let go this instant or I'll-"

He was cut off as lips claimed his. Wolfram tried freeing his chained hands to push away the other but didn't succeed. As much as he loved the contact, he had to push away. He wasn't in the mood. Of course, that didn't work. He felt himself responding instinctively. Conrad knew it too. Wolfram responded with equal fever, his body relaxing and ceasing to struggle. His arms wrapped around Conrad's neck bringing them close as possible.

Conrad trailed butterfly kisses down the slim neck while his hands began to unbutton the blue uniform. He quickly discarded that obstacle among the floor. He torturously caressed the body through the white fabric earning him mewls from those wonderful lips. Then he, oh-so-slowly, began to undo the buttons separating him from the milky skin beneath.

Wolfram loved the attention that sent flames along his skin. But Conrad was too slow! He had been suffering for two weeks without passionate lovemaking. He turned the tables with him on top and straddling the other. He crushed their lips together before Conrad could speak. Conrad responded in return. He was partially aware that his uniform was being ripped off, but he didn't care. He had extras. He too, quickly took off his partner's offending clothing.

They battled it out, vying for dominance. They touched and teased for all it was worth; their pent up frustration as they let it out. Conrad extended this battle, knowing he'd dominate in the end.

Conrad pinned the blond down, stealing a kiss while he slicked his fingers with the oil. He distracted his brother with another deep kiss as he entered two slicked fingers into his hole. He made a scissoring motion, stretching. No matter how many times he'd taken Wolfram, it was still tight and wonderful.

He watched as the blond's face had mixtures of emotions. Wolfram let out gasps, moans, and deep breaths, as those talented digits continued to ---- him senseless. His hands clutched tightly at the sides of his pillow as his head tossed from side to side, relishing the pleasure. This wasn't even the real thing yet.

He groaned in discontent as they pulled out. But then, he gasped as something bigger eased itself in him. He moaned helplessly as it moved slowly. In a fluid movement, he threw his head back as it hit something within him. Wolfram held Conrad close as the man continued to hit the same spot over and over again that made him see stars.

It wasn't very long before they both came, crying each other's name out.

-X-

It has been two months. Wolfram was starting to be pudgy around the stomach area, but no one paid it any mind. Yuri had come up with an idea, along with Gisela. He didn't break the engagement with Wolfram just yet. It would work in their favor. If Wolfram's pregnancy was discovered, they could cover it up saying that it was going to be the Maou's child.

Conrad didn't like the idea at first, but saw all reason behind it. No one would suspect it since Wolfram and Yuri acted like best friends in front of an audience. Rumors flew around that castle that Yuri was accepting their engagement and taking it seriously. Conrad really didn't like it. Fortunately for his jealousy, it was yesterday's news after a month. Although, he was so close in punching the soldier that was near him after two weeks. He refrained from doing so. At least, in private, Wolfram was all his. (1)

Wolfram wasn't particularly angry about the rumors. He just wished people minded their own damn business. He could tell that Conrad was annoyed at them. At least, Conrad got over it. He did like the cover up story they formulated. Yuri and Gisela fussed over him too. It had only been a couple of months. But he wondered, what would they do should their relationship be found out? Many ideas filtered through their head, but it came down to one conclusion: They were screwed.

At the present, Yuri returned to his world. Günter did his usual panic attack, which resorted in Gwendal's office being trashed. It only usually happens with bad omens. So why would he be doing it?

Anyways, Wolfram was contented sitting on Conrad's lap as the other affectionately nuzzled his neck. This was what he looked forward to the most, same with Conrad. Wolfram felt himself being pushed on his back and Conrad hovered over him. He knew the other's motive. It was still the afternoon and they could still get caught. It was no surprise that lips began to ravish his. When Conrad pulled away, he spoke.

"Conrad, you should stop with this." He said.

"Ah, but pretty soon, I won't get to do this with you," the brown-haired man stated nuzzling the pale neck taking in his favorite scent.

"You'd probably find a way around it as usual."

Conrad chuckled and cornered him into a deep kiss.

It was too late to pull away as the door opened and spoke a familiar angry voice.

"What do you think you're doing!"

TBC------------

1 – credit goes to AnonymousZest for giving me the idea... although its not exact but similar

BLK Angel of Destruction: Huh! Who else found them out? You're going to find out in the next chapter! I hope to get it out soon! Sorry to leave such a cliffie. Anyways I'll update as soon as I can with the next chapter. Thanks for your reviews! I really appreciate them!

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