Ah...so, a little citrus today? Maybe... A little challenge? You betcha. Poor Gunter, your torture is only just beginning, and Conrad is definitely, most definitely Up. Apologies, dear readers, though , because this is not my best effort. I'm afraid I wrote this while I had yet another houseful of people. I'll edit it if I can, soon. But, because I'm nice, I really didn't want you to wait. Thanks again for reading and I will answer reviews asap.
Conrad blinked and tried to clear the confusion from his mind. The only thing he was certain of was that the feel of his king's lips on his was the closest thing to paradise that he had ever experienced. He lifted a hand to touch Yuri's hair, and that was when he noticed his hands were encased in something strange, and there was a tube extending from his hand to somewhere above him.
"Heika?" His throat was scratchy and his voice sounded harsh and hoarse in his own ears. "What is all of this—what happened?"
"You don't remember anything? That's ok, Conrad, don't get upset. We'll take that part slow. All that matters right now is that you are awake, and you're going to be all right." Conrad's eyes widened as Yuri's lips slanted over his a second, third and fourth time. He gave himself up to the heat that was building in his stomach, even as something tickled in the back of his mind.
"Am I…am I dreaming, Yuri?" He whispered as the younger man pulled away long enough to settle himself in the bed next to him. His right arm felt sore and tight. He looked on in amazement as Yuri snuggled against him and put Conrad's own arm around his slim shoulders. "What are you doing, Heika?"
"It's Yuri," the king whispered, nuzzling against his neck. "And I'm cuddling with you—before this room becomes a zoo because everyone is going to want to see you now that you're awake. It looks like Gunter's already left to inform everyone."
"Cuddling…?" Conrad's heart started to pound a little harder in his chest. Something was…not right. "Wait, Yuri—I realize I must have been really sick or something, but, what will Wolfram say if he finds out about this?"
"Probably something like—It's about time, wimp, or something equally irritating. Now, don't talk too much, Conrad, ok? Just relax and don't worry about anything."
"How…how long have I been like this?" he asked, persisting despite his king's fingers covering his mouth.
"You've been unconscious for over a week, Conrad. I don't mind saying, you scared me almost to death."
"I'm sorry, Yuri. I never want to make you worry."
"You just will not be quiet, will you?" The boy sounded a little irritated, which confused Conrad even more. Why was it so important that he rest if he'd already been in bed for a week? Then Yuri's lips pressed against his again, and Conrad Weller gave up on thinking and let himself enjoy the sensation of Yuri's body against his.
"Wow! He's awake for less than twenty minutes and he's already lip-locked with the King. Jeez, Uncle Conrad—who knew you were such a smooth operator!"
Yuri pulled away from, his cheeks pinking in that delicious blush that Conrad always loved. When he looked toward the door, however, Conrad decided he must be hallucinating, or still really sick, because framed in the doorway, wearing a light blue t-shirt that had, written in Yuri's language, the slogan "I have an MD, let's play doctor" and matching pants, was his niece, Anna Von Voltaire—and she was laughing at him. Flanking her, he saw Yozak, wearing his trademark smirk and Gwendal, who's face looked strangely relieved. He knew Gunter had to be close by as well. He focused on Gwendal, and his memory started to supply disjointed images—a sword slicing through his right arm, a wall crumbling around him, Wolfram landing with a sickly thud against the floor.
"Oh, God…Oh God, what's happening to me? Yuri!" He turned to the one thing he was sure of, and twitched his arm to drag the boy closer to himself, hanging on like a drowning man to a life-preserver. "I…I…What have I done?!"
"Ok, that's enough now," Anna said, quietly. "Everyone out now—except for Heika. Give us some time alone."
Conrad saw his friends and family disappear one by one, until there was no one else in the room save himself, Yuri, and the young woman he hadn't seen in more than sixty years. She closed the door, and then turned to face him.
"Heika and I will answer all your questions, Uncle, but, first, I'm going to talk for a while. So, relax, because I can't sedate you by any other means than cracking that thick skull of yours—and I really, really don't want to do that after spending all this time bringing your sorry ass back, ok? So, do you have a nice, tight hold on Yu-chan?"
"Y—Yes," Conrad said, still trying to breathe. He felt the maou's arms around him, his slight body settled against him. He turned and pushed his face into Yuri's neck, breathing in the calming scent that he loved so very much.
"You've been very sick, Uncle. Apparently, you've been treating yourself pretty horribly for a few years now, and the news of Heika's wedding date being set with Uncle Wolfram was just enough to tip you over the edge."
"That was never true, you know," Yuri interrupted, quickly. "That was something cooked up between Wolfram and Cheri-sama. I didn't have anything to do with it, and almost immediately after I broke things off with Wolfram. I'm not engaged to him, Conrad."
"Not…not engaged?" Conrad felt his chest constrict, then expand painfully. "And, you broke the engagement, Hei…Yuri? But…but why?"
"Because I'm not in love with him. I care about him as a really good friend, love him as a brother, but I've never been romantically interested in Wolfram."
"Oh." Conrad would need time, he decided, to process that information, because his head was just spinning. "But…But what are you doing here, Anna?"
Conrad rested against his pillow, his arms full of an apparently unattached king, and listened as his niece, and seemingly also his doctor, methodically explained what he had been through.
"You saved me, Anna?" he asked.
"Sort of, but only when you were being a complete jackass. However, I seem to recall when we were kids, you were a stubborn mule, then, too—so some things never change. Now, when you are ready, and even when you aren't, Conrad, a lot of memories are going to resurface. If you're smart, you'll talk all this over with Dad. He has the most practical experience with this. Finally, Heika, can you give your man one more kiss and then give me some time alone with him—or rather would you grant me your permission—I would like to attend to some of his medical needs in private, now that he is awake. I would also appreciate it if you could send for Gisela. Conrad is past the Hjerteskaerende and I think she can use that maryoku voo-doo to close some of these uglier wounds."
"Of course. Conrad, I won't be gone long, ok?"
He felt a moment of panic at the idea of Yuri leaving him. Somehow he seemed to remember that Yuri had been with him, always, watching over him, but he managed a small grimace in place of his normal smile. "Don't…don't get lost, ok, Yuri?"
The boy's black eyes seemed to light from within as he turned his brilliant smile toward Conrad. "I will always be able to find my way to your side. I'll be back soon."
Conrad watched as Yuri slipped out of bed and left the room. When the door closed, he turned back to Anna. She was staring at him thoughtfully, her charming smile having disappeared, and her gaze becoming intense.
"Well, now, Uncle. I think it's high time you and I had a little talk."
--O.o.O--
Yuri stepped into the hall, immediately aware of a thick tension. Yozak and Gunter were staring at each other, both men appeared relaxed, but there was something passing between them, a silent challenge. He didn't understand it, but he wasn't scared until he saw Gwendal's frown. He looked to his general and the tall man shook his head almost imperceptibly.
"Anna needs some time with Conrad," Yuri said, trying to inject happiness into his voice. "She also asked for Gisela. Could you get her, Gunter?"
"Of course, Heika," the adjutant replied, his gaze never wavering from the red-haired spy. Gunter pushed himself off the wall and brushed against Yozak none-too-gently as he passed.
"What's going on?" Yuri asked.
"Nothing of consequence, kiddo," Yozak said, his fierce expression melting into a bright smile. "How's the captain?"
"Well, he's pretty confused, still, but Anna got him calmed down and he's listening to her. I think he's starting to process things. I have to get cleaned up and eat—doctor's orders."
"I'll go with you, Heika." Yozak swept out a hand to allow Yuri to lead.
"Apart from Gisela, Heika, should I allow anyone else entrance?" Gwendal asked.
"Oh, well, better ask Anna on that—I guess Conrad's allowed visitors. I'll be back soon."
"Very well. I will wait here until lunch, then post a guard." Gwendal said, moving to stand in front of Conrad's door.
Yuri nodded, still confused. He waited until he was soaking in the bath—Yozak taking up the position across from him in the huge, royal bath. "Hey, Yozak—why do people keep asking me if Conrad can have visitors? Yesterday, Gwendal even asked my permission before allowing Cheri-sama to come into his room. What's that all about? I mean, I haven't seen you, or Murata, well, anybody really except for Gwendal and Gunter. I could understand when Conrad was…was not himself, but what's the big deal now?"
The larger man's laugh echoed off the tiled walls of the bathing chamber. "Heika—is it that you've forgotten, or did his Excellency really never explain to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, You were no longer engaged to the bratling when you took up residence in the Captain's chambers, right?"
"That's right," Yuri said, washing his arms.
"And because your chamber was destroyed during the battle, you've only been in the Captain's chamber, right?"
"Yes, that's true."
"And, you kissed the Captain, didn't you, in front of witnesses, when he was out cold?"
"Yes, Anna told me to—she gave me chapstick and all—well, not that I would have needed an excuse to kiss Conrad, but you know what I'm saying."
"Did you happen to promise, maybe, in front of others to stay with him, or protect him?"
Yuri thought about it. "Well, yes, I'm pretty sure I said a lot of things like that. I meant them, too!"
"Well, you are the Maou, Heika. Come here, kiddo, I'll scrub your back."
Yuri half swam across the pool and turned so the laughing man could wash his back. He'd always been comfortable with Yozak, though very jealous of his sexy, fit body, but it wasn't like taking a bath with Wolfram back when he had to imitate an eel to keep his body out of the hands of the voracious blonde.
"So, what about it, then? So, I'm the Maou? I still don't understand."
"It's pretty straightforward. Conrad has always been a loyal soldier to you. When you moved into his room, that chamber became the de facto chamber of the Maou. Convalescing in the Maou's chambers, being attended by the king himself, and finally, the king's kiss and promise to protect him, has altered the Captain's status here in the castle."
"Huh? Conrad is still my protector, my knight, isn't he?"
"Sure he is, Boyo," Yozak broke off to switch their positions and Yuri started to scrub his hard, muscled back. "But, you're now his protector, too—in a different way. The Captain is your concubine now—your mistress."
"What!?" Yuri's exclamation ricocheted off the walls and Yozak suspected it had been heard as far as Bandarbia Island.
"Yeah, he's your Mistress now, until you release him, Heika. You invoked your right as the Maou to take him when you kissed him under those circumstances."
"But…But…Did Anna know that?"
The tall man shrugged, easily and dunked under the water. When he came back up, he was still giggling. "I'd say that's a definite yes."
"Is..Is that why Gwendal asked if I was going to make an honest man out of Conrad, and why didn't he or Gunter ask permission?" Yuri felt lightheaded.
The spy sniggered. "Probably, but I would bet Gwendal knew you had no idea. However, he and Gunter are your advisors, they have access to you wherever you are. As for the rest of us, though, we have to have permission to enter your chambers when your…"And here Yozak almost choked on his own giggles. "Mistress is in residence."
"I'm going to kill Anna!" Yuri squeaked out. He could feel the heat radiating from his face—he suspected he would be permanently scarred from this blush. "Were you in on this, too, Yozak?"
"The tall man flopped back in the water and let himself float. "Me? Never! It was all the girly!"
Yuri was mortified. Conrad…his beautiful, handsome, perfect soldier—a Mistress?! He shook his head. Just when he thought he handle on this world, something else would come along to throw him for a loop.
"Don't worry over it too much, Kiddo," Yozak said, slinging his arm over Yuri's soldier, after they were dressed and headed to lunch. "I doubt Anna was really thinking about it, but, she would appreciate the humor in it once she realized what you'd done. But, you know how things are here, custom will be respected until such time as Conrad's status changes."
"How…How would his status change?"
"Well, if you slap him and he says yes, then he's the king's consort. Or, you can tie him up, put him on a horse, and send the horse out of the castle grounds—to indicate your dismissal of him."
"That's terrible!"
"Heh heh. You should check with Geika, because I think he was there when that tradition was first introduced."
"I don't even want to know." Yuri muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
--O.o.O—
Wolfram looked up from his lunch when his niece came in the room. She had a huge, clear sack of some kind in her hands, that was very lumpy, and she was dressed wholly inappropriately, as usual. This time, she was wearing some sort of bodysuit that formed a kind of second skin but left her legs, arms, and back naked. At least she had a long towel secured around her waist, and she was barefoot.
"Hi everyone!" she said, her voice cheery. "Heika, I've finished with Conrad for the time being, and Gisela has closed most of his wounds. I will rely on you to follow the instructions I've left so that he gets out of bed, moves around, but doesn't over-do, ok?"
"Um, Anna why are you in a bathing suit?" the king asked, his head cocked to the side like a little, confused puppy. Wolfram couldn't help but think he was cute. His brother would be a happy man.
"I have to go back to earth, your majesty. I know you all keep telling me that I have time, but, I have patients who need me there. I won't be gone long though, just a few days for you, while I arrange coverage for my patients. If you like, I could bring Princess Greta home with me when I return?"
"Thank you so much, Anna," he said.
"Sure thing, Heika." Anna crossed over to the table, put her bag down, and reached out to pilfer a bun from Gwendal's plate. "Oh, by the way, Gunter-sama, this is for you…"
Before anyone could react, Anna had snatched up Gwendal's knife and thrown it hard, straight at the chief adjutant. The man caught the knife in his fingers—it was either that or have his eye pierced.
"Anna!" Gwendal breathed out, grabbing her wrist and forcing her to look at him. Her smile was sad and nearly broke Wolfram's heart. Then all hell broke lose around him.
Yozak was on his feet, pounding the table and glaring at Gunter. The king was opening and closing his mouth in shocked surprise. Everyone was talking at once, all except Gunter and Anna—both of whom were locked in a staring contest.
"Prepare yourself, Gunter-sama." She whispered, bringing the entire room to silence. "When I return, I will expect to meet your blade."
"Why…why would you do this?" Gunter stammered.
"I cannot forgive what you said to me, what you implied. You have impugned my honor, Lord Von Kleist."
"Anna—"
She cut him off by turning her back. Wolfram couldn't see her face, but watched as her hands curled into fists at her side. She took a deep breath, then bent to retrieve her bag. Yozak was faster, though.
"I'll take Lady Von Voltaire to Shinou's temple, Your Excellency," he announced.
They left behind them a very disturbed company. By general, silent consent, it was agreed that lunch was concluded. Gunter was the first to leave, followed by a scowling Gwendal. Yuri excused himself, taking a tray of soup and a pitcher of water for Conrad. The others drifted away until Wolfram was left alone with Murata.
"Are you ever…" Wolfram began, then thought better of his question and closed his mouth.
"Am I ever what, Von Bielefeld-kyo?" The young man's eyes were shielded by glare on his glasses.
Wolfram took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Are you ever jealous? You know…with Yozak?"
The sage tilted his head, his eyes suddenly becoming clearly visible. His expression was placid. "Ah," he said, understanding in his voice. "The short answer is no. Yozak is not a man to be tied down to commitments. I understand that about him."
"But what about you?" Wolfram whispered.
"I…accept. It's all any of us can do."
"Don't you ever want more?"
"That's harder to answer, Wolfram." The sage's voice softened. "I have had both more and less during more lifetimes than I can really count. For now, I have been happy, though, it is apparent that my time with Yozak may be drawing to a close."
"Because of Anna." It was a statement, not a question.
Wolfram was surprised when the handsome young man laughed. "Oh, no. Not because of her at all. Yozak and Anna and Conrad, too, have a special relationship—they were together as children, you know that. No, Yozak and I have had a glorious season, but, he is restless and I…well, I prefer something a bit more stable, perhaps."
"I have always admired you," Wolfram said quietly, feeling his cheeks redden. "I don't understand how he could be restless when he has you. If you were mine…"
Wolfram cleared his throat and pushed back his chair. "I apologize, Geika. I have overstepped my bounds."
A soft hand on his wrist made him pause. A glance at his companion made his heart skip a beat. The expression in the great sage's eyes was warm and inviting. "I had wondered if you would ever notice me," the black-haired boy said.
"I've…I've always noticed you, but there was Yuri—" Wolfram trailed off, feeling as though he was being drawn into those eyes.
"Shibuya is otherwise occupied now, I believe, and you are free—are you not?"
The blonde man nodded, still transfixed. "I am free, Geika."
"Call me Murata, or Ken, if you like." The Sage's voice deepened.
"All right…Ken." Wolfram swallowed, hard.
"Why don't we take a walk…perhaps someplace more private?"
Wolfram nodded, allowing Murata to thread their fingers together, and followed the young man toward what felt like an exciting beginning.
--O.o.O—
Conrad was freshly bathed, wearing a clean shirt, soft drawstring pants and was sitting in the chair by the window when Yuri came back into the room. The sight of his knight out of bed, and giving him a tentative smile made Yuri's heart melt in his chest.
"Hi," he whispered, then cleared his throat. "I brought you some soup if you're hungry?"
Conrad nodded. The task of lunch gave both men something to concentrate on while readjusting to one another's presence. Yuri was grateful to have something to do with his hands—handing Conrad a spoon, or pouring him a glass of water—anything to keep his fingers from itching so terribly. All he wanted to do was grab the tall man by his shoulders and kiss him, but there was much to talk about before he could allow himself such a privilege again. It had almost been easier when Conrad was unconscious—not that he wanted a return to that time. But Yuri had to admit, being faced with a fully conscious Conrad, complete with magnetism, and devastating beauty was a little overwhelming. Still, he did not like the shadows that lingered under the eyes of his soldier, neither was he pleased with the way his shirt seemed to billow around him. Conrad had lost too much weight; his normally lean face looked almost gaunt. Yet, he was still the most handsome man Yuri had ever seen.
Realizing he was staring, Yuri busied himself with reading the notes that Anna had left behind and straightening the small bits of clutter in the room.
"What's wrong, Yuri?" Conrad asked quietly, as he set his bowl to the side.
"Nothing," he replied, surprised by the tears that sprang to his eyes and spilled down his cheeks.
"You're crying. That can't be nothing. Are…are you ashamed of me? I would understand if you were."
"Ashamed of you?" Yuri shook his head violently. "What are you saying?"
"Anna told me some of what happened, some of how I behaved, and as I've been sitting here, I've been remembering. It's not all clear, as of yet. But, I know my actions were unforgivable. I know it is in your nature to forgive, Heika, but, how you can even look at me when I…when I almost…"
"Stop it, Conrad," Yuri whispered, dropping the pile of papers he had gathered and coming over to kneel in front of his knight.
"Hei—Heika! You must not bow to me!"
"It's Yuri!" He shouted, bending his neck until his forehead touched Conrad's knee. "It is not you who should ask for forgiveness, Conrad, but me. I didn't know what to do, and was too cowardly to tell you how I felt. You suffered because of me, and I cannot ever forgive myself for it."
"Yuri!" the older man exclaimed, running slim fingers through the king's hair. "I swore always to be by your side. I should never have allowed myself the hope of your affection. I know you feel obligated to me, now, but, please don't feel as though you must sacrifice yourself for me."
Yuri rested his cheek on Conrad's knee. "What sacrifice is it to tell the man I love what he means to me? How I would be lost without him? I can't quite tell you the exact moment I fell in love with you, Conrad, but maybe it's been forever. All I know is that I refuse to waste another day pretending like I feel for you as I would a friend, or brother. I love you, and while I know I'm not much of a prize…I hope you'll give me a chance."
After what seemed like much longer than appropriate silence, Yuri finally mustered the courage to look into Conrad's face. What he saw, beyond the shocked expression, warmed him through. A tiny spark, a sort of disbelieving flicker in the depths of his knight's brown eyes gave the king courage.
"I don't know why anyone like you would ever look at me, Conrad. You're so perfect, so strong and so…desirable. I am lonely whenever you are away from me, and only content when we are together. I can't breathe sometimes when I look at you from…from wanting you so much. Is that love? I think it is."
"Yuri—" he whispered. "I…I…for so long, I wanted to hear, wanted to believe you felt the same. I died a little, every day, when I had to say goodbye to you." He closed his eyes. "I tried so hard, not to be jealous, but Wolfram in your room every night, close to you, with you and my imagination tormenting me…"
"Shhh…" Yuri soothed, bringing his hands to Conrad's and holding them tight. "We're past that now, right?"
"I think we are, Heika," Conrad said, a hint of his former smile glinting through. "After all, I hear I'm your…Mistress. But, I won't wear a dress—you'll have to go to Yozak for that."
Yuri laughed, and the somber, tense moment was broken, leaving him only with the glow of requited love warming his insides. "Well, what do you say that we get you back to bed now? Anna said that you should lay back down after lunch, and then we should try very short walks in the hall when you are up to it. All right?"
"Yes," Conrad whispered. "I do feel tired. Yuri—I want to apologize for not being stronger."
Yuri waved his hand. "Don't apologize to me. You're the strongest, bravest man I know. Now, let's have a nap—what do you say?"
"Will you stay with me?"
Yuri stood and help Conrad gain his feet, supporting him as they walked back to the bed. When his soldier was comfortable, the young king slipped in between the covers and snuggled into the warm spot next to the man he loved.
"You just try getting rid of me, Conrad Weller. I'm stuck to you like glue."
"I'm so glad," was the sleepy reply.
When Yuri leaned up to kiss Conrad's lips, he melted, again, at the soft, tingling sensation that shot through his body. If he hadn't been concerned about pushing Conrad too far, too soon, he would have experimented with other touches—just being near the man was driving him mad with unfulfilled desire. But his eyelids felt heavy, and Conrad's steady, even heartbeat soon lulled him to sleep as well.
When Conrad woke, he wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the sun had gone down. As he yawned and shifted, he felt Yuri's warm body pressed against him. His king's back was flush with his chest, and his handsome face nestled against Conrad's hand. The limb was tingling from lack of circulation, but the soldier didn't mind that. The problem though was that part of his body that had plenty of circulation and was pressing insistently against Yuri. He shifted his hips back a little, afraid of waking the king and revealing his current distress.
Yes, of course he was in love, and Yuri anywhere in close proximity to him always had this effect on him, but despite the king's confession, Conrad was still having difficulty processing the information that Yuri loved him. He always thought if he'd heard the words than his world would be complete, but the knowledge that he possessed the king's heart only confused him more. Did Yuri love him out of pity? Conrad didn't think he could handle it if that was the case. Did Yuri really love him, or was it the fear of losing someone so close to him. He didn't think his heart could take it if he woke up and found that in the light of a new day, that Yuri changed his mind.
The younger man's sigh distracted him, and Conrad stifled a groan as Yuri pressed back against him again, sliding his very shapely, rounded ass against Conrad's now damp erection. Wasn't he supposed to be too sick to do this? He wondered. Apparently some things didn't take illness into account. Conrad tilted his hips again, trying to gain some space between himself and the young man he loved so much. His body rebelled against his actions—all the wanted was to grab the boy, and bury himself in his body. Yuri wriggled against him again and this time Conrad gasped.
"Mmmm…Conrad?" the Maou said sleepily. "Are you all right? Why are you so restless."
"I'm fine, Yuri, go back to sleep." He pressed a light kiss to Yuri's neck. A mistake. The boy purred and arched back again. Conrad shifted one last time, any more movement and he'd be on the floor.
"Come back," Yuri whispered. "I like it when you hold me tight."
Conrad felt the sweat break out on his brow. He loved the Maou, God knew he adored the man, but he wasn't making this easy. "I'm right here, Yuri."
Yuri turned in his arms and pressed close again, this time nuzzling Conrad's neck with open-mouthed kisses. Conrad moaned before he could stop himself and felt Yuri go very still. The chest that was tight against his began to move rapidly, and the soldier felt his head start to swim. It wasn't until Yuri slowly dragged a leg up his body and hooked it over his hip that Conrad's control finally snapped. He arched his hips forward, bringing his hard length into sharp contact with the king's hips.
"Is that a sword in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Yuri whispered against his lips.
"Very, very happy," Conrad replied, sliding his left hand between them and stroking the soft skin of Yuri's stomach.
"Do you feel alright, Conrad. Is this too much?"
Too much? Was he kidding. Suddenly every part of Conrad was on fire and if something didn't happen, he was going to spontaneously combust. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Gisela was able to use maryoku to heal my physical wounds, but, Anna said as long as we're…careful…it will be ok."
"Is that what you two were talking about?"
"Part of it. I knew you would worry about me, but I wasn't sure…"
"Sure about what?" Yuri asked.
"If you would…if you would want me." Conrad confessed. He felt Yuri's hands leave his shoulders and travel down his chest, pushing against him in a long caress. Conrad was a half-mazoku, and had been alive for more years than he could almost remember, but when the Maou's delicate fingers began to massage his erection through his pants, he almost lost control. "Yuuuuri…" he hissed, grinding his hips against the delicious sensation.
"Does that answer your question, Weller-kyo, about whether or not I want you?"
When did the boy learn how to be so seductive? "Yes," he growled. "Heika."
For Yuri's part, he had no idea he could be so bold. He had been, however, entertaining a rich fantasy life for years where the very man he was currently touching was the sole star. He was embarrassed, and inexperienced, but it was comforting in the shadowed dark, and at eighteen years old, he felt he'd waited long enough to indulge in this kind of pleasure.
"There's a problem, Yuri," Conrad said, and Yuri thought he heard a grin.
"Problem?" he squeaked.
"Mmmhmm. Too…" Conrad kissed him. "many…" Conrad kissed him again. "Clothes." And this kiss sparked a fire inside of Yuri that he didn't know how to handle. He opened his mouth under the onslaught of Conrad's sensual persuasion and shivered as his tongue made contact with his knight's. Suddenly, Yuri was drowning in heat, the blood pounding sluggishly through his veins and he couldn't get close enough, or get his clothes off fast enough, or feel enough of Conrad to satisfy him.
Breaking the kiss, he moved back and tore out of his pajamas, and hurriedly, with shaking fingers, helped Conrad out of his. The feeling of Conrad's entire body seamed to Yuri's skin made him moan—who knew that skin could feel like satin and fire at the same time? Yuri wanted to touch Conrad everywhere, and everywhere he touched he wanted to taste. He arched against the soldier, shivering as his large hands stroked over his body. Curious, Yuri reached down again, while he sucked Conrad's tongue back into his mouth, and started to tentatively stroke Conrad's very hard, excitement-slicked erection. He sucked in a breath when he finally determined the length. Conrad had nothing to be ashamed of in a locker room, that's for sure, but Yuri quickly forgot about size as his lover's moans came faster.
He wasn't sure if he was doing it right—sure he had masturbated for hours on end at times, it seemed, but holding another man, stroking at a different angle—what if it didn't work? "Conrad," He whispered, panting as he broke the kiss. "Tell me what to do…I'm—"
"Perfect. Oh, God, Yuri…you're perfect," Conrad rasped out, pumping his hips in time with Yuri's fist. "Don't stop, Yuri…please."
Yuri felt powerful in that moment and had never seen a more amazing sight than Conrad Weller with his back arched and his head tilted back as he moved against Yuri's hand and body. "You are so beautiful," Yuri said, in wonder, as he felt shivers begin to course through his lover.
"Yuri, I'm…Oh…Faster, please."
Yuri was happy to oblige, moving his wrist to increase his speed until Conrad was groaning out his release into the still night air. When his lover erupted, his climax spilling over Yuri's fist, he felt like he could do anything in the world. His own cock, twitching in time to his heartbeat was aching for attention, but right at that moment, all Yuri wanted was to watch Conrad as his chest heaved with exertion and his eyes were glazed with passion.
He wasn't expecting Conrad to regain himself, after a fashion, and with aching slowness begin to kiss his way down, from Yuri's tender mouth, over his chin, and across his chest. He teased the young king with long licks over his stomach, causing Yuri to twist his fingers in the man's hair. He knew somehow that Conrad was running out of bed, so Yuri move up, toward the headboard as Conrad trailed kisses downward. He was worried for a moment that all this might be too much effort for the older man, but as if reading his thoughts, Conrad lifted his head and whispered, "I'm all right, Yuri. I want this…I want you. I need you."
"Ah, Conrad," Yuri sighed, as his lover's mouth closed over his erection. His vision narrowed as the sensation of warm, wet suction engulfed him. He thought he might pass out, the sensation was so exquisite. He'd never imagined anything could feel so very good, so right. He ached, burned and felt cold all at once. Breathing was a problem, and his focus tightened until all he could feel was Conrad's mouth, and the soft yummy sounds his lover was making in his throat made Yuri bolt against his mouth.
"Conrad…something is…I…I…" He vaguely thought he was supposed to pull away, but his knight's strong hand gripped his hips and held him still. Yuri couldn't wait anymore, couldn't last against the passionate touch. His orgasm tore through him, feeling like it started somewhere in his spine and rocked through his entire body.
Yuri slumped against the headboard, spent and shaking. Only moving to weakly stroke Conrad's head as the taller man slowly kissed his way back up his body, drawing Yuri down into his embrace, the king gave in to the need to curl as close to Conrad as he possibly could.
"I…I never had any idea…" he said, weakly.
"I love you, Yuri." Conrad sounded tired, but contented.
"I love you, too."
Yuri wasn't sure how long they stayed that way, holding and touching each other, whispering their devotion and paying homage to each other with a hundred small gestures. As he drifted into sleep, listening to the even breathing of the man he would do anything for, Yuri finally felt like he was home.
The sun was shining when Conrad opened his eyes again. He looked down at his king, the young man still slumbering peacefully in his arms. He couldn't help it, he gave the king a little squeeze and pulled him closer, nuzzling into his neck and closing his eyes again. He knew there was still much to talk about, much to consider, but he had to admit being the Maou's mistress wasn't bad at all.
So, there we go...a little lemon-scented lovin'. I'll update again tomorrow, who knows, maybe with actual sex. Anyway, there's still that duel to resolve. See you next time! (P.s. You readers rock)