AN: See AN in chapter one. They haven't changed. Enjoy and review! Also, just to let you guys know in case you were confused, there are three couples: Wolfram/Yuuri, Konrad/Yozak, and Gwendal/Gunter. There are going to be six of these, so each couple gets two drabble things. :grin:
Stolen Kisses
Chapter Three: Gwendal/Gunter
Strategy
Under normal circumstances, Gwendal loved to meet for battle strategy. He loved working with other people to find ways to completely overtake an enemy, to see the way other people would respond in a situation, and to find solutions that he otherwise hadn't considered. This, unfortunately, wasn't a normal condition.
He was in the war room, waiting on Gunter. Nothing personal against the man, but Gwendal was getting tired of hearing about Hieka. He knew that Yuuri was improving, that the relationship between the Maou and Gwendal's younger brother, Wolfram, was advancing. Everything that Gunter relayed about the young king was around the castle and to Gwendal before Gunter could even set foot in the earth elemental's rooms.
If Gwendal were to be honest with himself, he was jealous of Yuuri. It seemed everyone in the castle was enamored with the young king and it was damaging relationships that had been built before Yuuri's arrival. It wasn't Yuuri's fault, either, and that was what made it so hard to hate the young Maou. He wanted everyone to be happy, doing everything he could to help fix any broken relationship he could.
The dark haired man sighed. It wouldn't do any good to think about it, so he pushed the topic aside, instead preferring to torture himself with thoughts of the person he was waiting for. By many opinions, Gunter was the best looking man in the demon world, and Gwendal wouldn't argue it. There were few who would, of course, saying that Wolfram was better looking, but the prince was still a child by many's standards.
Things had been progressing so well between Gwendal and Gunter, until Yuuri had shown up, and then, suddenly, all of Gunter's time was devoted to the young king.
Gwendal frowned. It wasn't Yuuri's fault. If anyone were to blame, it would probably be Gwendal. After all, 'going well' by the earth elemental's standards were simply Gunter and himself getting along without any severe fighting. He was sure that Gunter was unaware of any romantic inclinations that Gwendal felt toward him.
Gwendal sighed. Maybe I should let him know, or give him a sign or something. Before his thoughts could continue along that line, though, the object of said thoughts entered the room. As always happened when Gunter entered a room, Gwendal's eyes immediately locked on the stunning man and stayed glued to him until he was seated. In this case, Gunter took the seat on Gwendal's right, smiling charmingly at the other man. "Ah, Gwendal!" Gunter exclaimed softly. "Sorry I'm late!"
Gwendal let a small smile tug at his lips before firmly setting them in a scowl. "It's fine," he replied gruffly.
Of course, Gunter fluttered his hands about in protest. "No it's not! Especially after I asked you to come here! Hieka was actually paying attention to my lessons and started asking me questions." Gwendal thought that he could detect a hint of annoyance, but shoved the thought aside, figuring that he was imagining things. "Anyway, enough about Hieka."
Gwendal's eyebrows rose. 'Enough about Hieka?" Was Gunter feeling all right? Shaking his head, Gwendal just grunted in response.
Gunter smiled. "About why I called you here, Gwendal," he started. "It's actually not about war strategy, but another type of strategy entirely." When Gwendal looked at him, the fair-haired man flushed. "You see," Gunter began, cheeks burning, "There's someone that I would like to get close to, and before you ask, no, it's not Hieka." Gunter was quick to make that clear, and Gwendal looked more closely at Gunter, who avoided eye contact and continued. "Anyway, he's always busy with his duties, and I never really see him unless it's to strategize or go over some trivial concern about the kingdom."
Gunter watched Gwendal out of the corner of his eye, looking for any sign that he had gotten Gunter's hints. When there was no change on the other
man's face, Gunter sighed. "What do you suggest I do, Gwendal?"
The man in question closed his eyes. Gunter is interested in someone? The thought raced through his head over and over again, not allowing room for anything else. It wasn't until a few minutes of silence passed that he remembered what else Gunter had said. 'Strategize… Trivial concerns… Kingdom…' Could he be talking about me?
Gunter waited patiently for Gwendal to respond, but after several moments of silence, it seemed that he wasn't going to be getting one. With a sigh, Gunter made to stand, speaking into the silence as he did so, "I'm sorry for disturbing you, Gwendal. I shouldn't have asked."
Before Gunter could make to walk, arms grabbed him and he was hauled up against a muscular chest, and lips were claiming his in a gentle kiss.
Gunter was startled, but knowing that it was Gwendal since he had been the only other person in the room, he relaxed and responded.
It was a sweet kiss, more lips on lips than tongue, although the kiss had deepened for a few seconds, and the two pulled away, slightly out of breath. There was a slight blush on Gwendal's face, and Gunter just stared in wonder. "You kissed me," he said, voice slightly dazed.
Gwendal shifted from foot to foot. "Yeah, so?" he responded, voice gruff.
Gunter blinked. "Why?"
Gwendal sighed before staring Gunter straight in the eye. "I wanted to, and you wanted me to as well, didn't you?" The question was hesitant, as if he wasn't sure whether or not the fair-haired man had wanted that or not.
Gunter smiled, stepping closer to Gwendal. "Yes, I did," he whispered. He wrapped his arms around Gwendal's shoulders and rested his head against the muscular chest, sighing in contentment when he felt Gwendal's arms around the slender man's waist.
The earth elemental smiled, deciding that romantic strategy was just as fun as war strategy, and even more rewarding, especially if it kept Gunter in his arms.
