A King's Trust

Kagura Kyo Shinra

Warning: This is a shounen-ai story. There's no hardcore action but plenty of groping.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Kyo Kara Maoh.


Part One

Yuri closed the door of Greta's room and sighed happily. Having a family was better than Yuri ever though it could be. The only blemish in his perfect life was the lack of a life partner to share it with. Wolfram was attractive and devoted, but Yuri wanted someone who lived only to please him.

He chuckled as a family portrait of Greta, Conrad and himself entered his mind.

"Did Greta say something funny, your majesty?" Conrad entered the hallway.

Yuri's face glowed. "Oh, hey, Conrad. I was just thinking about something, and call me Yuri."

"Alright, Yuri."

They walked together down the hallway, chatting about something that didn't really register with Yuri because he was busy turning that mental family portrait into a graphic porn movie (after sending Greta to play with Anissina, of course). By the time Yuri's mind returned to his body, they were standing alone in the courtyard of the castle, and Conrad was staring at him, waiting for some kind of reply.

"Did you even hear me, Yuri?" Conrad laughed. "You must really be thinking about something important. What is it?"

"You." Yuri froze. "I mean, I wasn't thinking about you. I was thinking about us. No, that's not what I meant. I was thinking about all of us here at the castle. Yeah."

"You're blushing, Yuri." He closed the distance between them. "Is that my fault?"

Yuri stepped backwards and stumbled. He fell to the ground and landed on his butt. With his knees bent and his legs spread apart, he lifted himself up until he was resting on his elbows and looked up at Conrad.

Conrad took a step closer. "Is this position for me, Yuri?"

"What? No, I fell."

"You're not that clumsy."

"No, I really am."

Conrad dropped down to his knees and crawled to Yuri until one of his legs was between Yuri's. He pressed his thigh against Yuri's groin. It took only a couple moments for Yuri's soft penis to react to the pressure.

"You're body can't lie to me, Yuri."

Yuri pushed Conrad off him and stood up. "I have to go."

He ran back to the castle, but Conrad caught up to him. He spun Yuri around and pressed his body against Yuri, pinning him between himself and the wall.

"Don't play hard to get." Conrad laughed. "I've been chasing you for so long, and now that I know how you feel, I'm not going to let you go."

"Stop it, Conrad." Yuri pushed on Conrad's shoulders.

Conrad lowered his face to Yuri's ear. "What's the matter, Yuri? Why do you keep teasing me?"

"I don't want you to touch me like that!"

Conrad released him. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood your behavior."

"You think? I told you I just fell."

"Again, I'm sorry. I'll go so you can get to bed. Please don't tell Wolfram. I don't want to get into an argument with him." Conrad smiled, but his eyes appeared bleak.

A dozen reasons to stop Conrad passed though Yuri's mind. He didn't want Conrad to be hurt, and he didn't want Conrad to go, but every time he opened his mouth to ask him to stop, he remembered the pain he felt when Conrad stood opposite him on the battlefield as a officer of Big Cimaron.

He wanted to ease Conrad's pain, but all he could manage to say was, "I won't tell Wolfram."

Conrad gave another weak smile and left. Yuri continued to stare after him until he no longer could hear his footsteps echoing down the hall. With a heavy sigh--this time depressed--he headed to his bedroom and fell backwards on to his bed.

"It's about time. I'm ready for bed." Wolfram poked his head out from under the covers.

"Wolfram!" Yuri jumped off the bed. "I thought we had and understanding that you'd sleep in your own bed every other night."

"Yeah, but last night doesn't count because you slept on the couch in your office. Besides, I've been kinda lonely." He sat up. "Hey, Yuri, when is Ken coming back from your world?"

Yuri turned around and grinned. "Wolfram, I'm jealous."

"It's not like that." Wolfram's face reddened. "I'm just used to having his dumb face around whenever your wimpy ass is around."

"He said he just didn't feel like coming this time since there weren't any serious problems going on."

"He's the great wise man. Don't you think it's his responsibility to come over here whenever you do? In fact, he should have to stay here always."

"Just him, huh?" Yuri's grin widened.

"I mean both of you."

With a grunt, Wolfram threw himself back down and pulled the blanket over his head. His grumbles became muffled under the cloth.

"The next time I see him, I'll tell him that you want him here, if you'd like."

"Don't do me any favors."

Yuri sat beside Wolfram and placed a hand on his covered shoulder.

"It's alright if you find yourself attracted to someone other than me, Wolfram. We can't control who we fall for."

"Why are you saying that? Do you have something you want to tell me? Maybe you're the one who wants to call off our engagement."

"Of course I would never do that. You're my fiancé, and I will keep my promise."

Wolfram didn't respond. A silence fell between the two of them.

"Okay," Wolfram said finally. "But could you do me one favor?"

Yuri squeezed Wolfram's shoulder. "What is it?"

Wolfram threw the covers off him again and sat up. "Stop molesting my butt!"

Yuri glanced down at his hand and jerked it away, laughing nervously. "Sorry. Hey, if you're my fiancé, I should be allowed to grab your butt anytime I want to."

"Pervert."


TBC . . .