WARNING: Yaoi, incest, lemon
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This chapter is in third person. Enjoy!
Yuuri, Murata, Wolfram and Conrad ride into the woods on horseback, looking for a good place to camp.
"Why are we doing this for 'fun'?" Wolfram complains. "It's nothing we haven't done before, and when we have done it we did it because we had to. Camping shouldn't be for sport."
"Camping is fun when you make it," Yuuri declares. "I even brought sausages from Earth that we can roast over a camp fire!"
The blond rolls his eyes. "A fire we have to make manually because we're on human lands."
"It adds to the sport of it," the maoh explains. Was that the true reason or did he just want to prevent Wolfram from controlling fire?Conrad wonders.
Once they find a good opening, they set up camp and start a campfire. It's sunset, by the time they all settle down around the fire and toast wieners.
Yuuri's been the person to keep conversation going between the four of them. Wolfram doesn't want to be there, Murata still hasn't gotten a reply to his confession to Yuuri, and Conrad still doesn't know if or how he's going to earn Wolfram's heart. The brunet stares into the fire as His Majesty tells them all a "scary" story.
As he goes on about how there was a ghostly howl in the main character's house, Murata slyly grabs the maoh's arm in mock fear. Wolfram blows up at this.
"You cheater!"
Yuuri takes a bites his lip. "I have something to say," he announces, disregarding the fact that he was in the middle of telling a ghost story. He turns his gaze to the forest floor. "I'm breaking off our engagement."
Murata's expression brightens, though confused. Wolfram steps back in surprise, but then lowers his head to look
Yuuri straight in the eye with a scowl. "What did you say?" he growls. "I won't allow it!"
The king returns eye contact with a serious look in his eyes. "I'm in love with Murata. I want to be with him."
Murata blushes, astonished, but Conrad's busy watching the blond intently as all of this happens. It breaks his heart to see Wolfram's facial reaction to the maoh's words. He's hurt.
Wolfram screams, "How long have you two been together, you cheater?"
"We aren't yet, that's why I-"
Murata cuts Yuuri off, "We got together, just now, after he broke off your engagement. It's official. Take it like a man."
Wolfram clenches his teeth. "Fine!" he barks, pivoting on his feet to face his tent. Only Conrad can see a single tear on Wolfram's cheek. His heart clenches. He gets up and walks into the tent behind his desired.
Yuuri stares at the forest floor with guilt.
"Shibuya…" Murata grabs his attention, and two pairs of dark eyes lock gazes. Yuuri's guilt melts into passion.
Yuuri shakes his head. "Call me Yuuri," the king mumbles, his voice soft as silk.
Murata blushes as his lover's name rolled off his tongue. "Yuuri."
"That's it," he mutters, his eyes closing.
Murata and Yuuri share their first kiss.
Wolfram sits in the corner of the tent, huddled up in a blanket. His older brother approaches him, kneeling down in front of him.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course I am," he blurts out, trying not to cry. To his frustration, tears fall down his cheeks anyway.
Conrad offers him a comforting gaze. "You don't seem like it..."
Wolfram forces a brave stature. "I only accepted his proposal in the first place as a matter of pride."
The brunet wipes his tears with his thumb. "Then it's time to cheer up," he encourages with a soft smile.
The blond pushes away the hand that wiped his tears. "Why are you acting like this towards me?"
"What do you mean?" Conrad queries.
"You're too gentle," the younger prince explains. "Even your voice."
"Am I not allowed to be gentle with my younger brother?"
"Not this gentle - especially when I'm always pushing you away for being half-human. What do I matter to you, anyway?"
Bravely, Conrad leans forward and kisses his younger brother's forehead. "A lot," he admits without letting Wolfram see his face. Even though he's acting brave, Conrad has never been this nervous.
Wolfram's cheeks flare up. "Whatever, well I'm going to sleep." The blond lays down on the ground and curls up into a ball.
Unwilling to give up, Conrad takes out his own blanket and lays it down by Wolfram. He rests his body behind his little brother and moves his arm around the younger man's waist.
Wolfram flings into a sitting position, escaping Conrad's grasp. "What are you doing?" Wolfram exclaims.
Conrad takes a deep breath. "You were shivering."
Wolfram is happy it's dark, because his face is burning. "Stop it! Whatever you're doing, it's not normal!"
Conrad touches Wolfram's face. His stomach twists when he feels the heat on his fingers. Is he angry or is he embarrassed? "Am I normal?"
"What's up with you?" Wolfram questions, fear in his voice. You're not making sense!
The brunet wants to kiss him, so it will all make sense to him. But, knowing he would be pushed away and that Wolfram probably doesn't want to be kissed by his brother, he does the only other thing he can think of. He slaps the blond across the left cheek.
"Eh?!" Wolfram scoots backwards and leans his back against the wall of the tent. He touches his cheek. Conrad just…
"I'm… in love with you," Conrad forces out.
"But... you're my brother." Wolfram softly mutters in disbelief.
"I never said it was rewarding," Conrad points out.
For a while, there's a silence. Conrad stares at his little brother with serious yet terrified eyes and Wolfram looks back in awe.
Wolfram never would have dreamed he'd be in this situation. He doesn't know what to do, especially because he doesn't feel opposed to the idea of being with Conrad. He pictures himself with Gwendal and nearly chokes. Now way, but this... might be okay. Why Conrad?
Conrad finally rips their gaze and looks to the ground. The silence is penetrating him. He's not prepared to be in this situation. Now that he's facing reality, he doesn't know what to do.
A single tear pours down Conrad's face. He gets up and turns away from Wolfram. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."
Wolfram's jaw drops at Conrad's voice. He bites his lip. "Are you…" Crying?
Just as Conrad's about to leave the tent, Wolfram grabs his sleeve. He rephrases what he was about to say. "Are you serious?"
Conrad turns to Wolfram, searching his eyes for something. The blond looks unsure. "Yes," Conrad replies.
Wolfram draws in a sharp breath, his thoughts still off balance. "Well, I don't have a reply, right now, but... maybe I'll have one… later."
Knowing he can't embarrass himself any further, Conrad pulls Wolfram into a hug. "I'll wait."
Wolfram bites his lip, starting to tremble. After a moment's hesitation, he points out. "You were right, earlier. It is cold. I guess I wouldn't mind sleeping with you tonight. We can us one blanket to lay on and one to cover us." After all, he wants to know more about these feelings of his surfacing.
Conrad hugs Wolfram tighter. "Okay."
After a moment, they lay down a blanket and pull the other one on top of them. Conrad's arms are secure around his little brother. Said brother leans up and captures his lips.
There's a spark. The brunet's surprised at first, but he reciprocates. He doesn't deepen the kiss, however, unsure on how far he's allowed to go.
Wolfram kisses him fuller, running his tongue along Conrad's bottom lip. Conrad grunts in surprise. He hesitantly slides his tongue inside Wolfram's mouth. Being experienced, he knows just the right places to poke at with his tongue. Wolfram hums in satisfaction, but then pulls away.
"Show me how much you love me," Wolfram commands.
Conrad's heart beats faster. So when he said "sleeping with" him, he meant…
The older of the two climbs on top of the younger, softly pushing him from his side onto his back. He attacks Wolfram's neck with a series of kisses, undoing his uniform as he does so. With Wolfram's chest touching the air, Conrad sheds his kisses downwards. Both heartrates increase. Once his mouth touches Wolfram's nipple, his kiss turns into a lick, and then a suck. His suction is at a maximum as he pulls back, earning a whimpering moan from his beloved. Conrad bites down softly and gently drags his teeth off the bud, causing Wolfram to lace his fingers into his hair and pull.
Conrad never knew there could be pleasure in the pulling of hair until now. He goes further down Wolfram's body, moving his clothes out of the way as he sheds a trail of kisses downward, until he reaches Wolfram's naval. Then he pulls at his pants, and Wolfram helps him move them down to his knees. Conrad sucks at Wolfram's hardening manhood through his underwear. The blond pulls harder at his brunet locks.
It feels so incredible to finally be with him like this, Conrad thinks. He feels so soft, so warm – and he's getting hotter. And he tastes like salty roses.
The older of the two is quite enjoying himself, sliding his mouth back and forth along Wolfram's cock, but Wolfram wants more. He releases Conrad's hair to tug at his own underwear, pulling it down to uncover his hard-on.
Conrad smirks, suddenly confident at Wolfram's eagerness. He pokes his tongue at the base of the organ, sliding it up all the way to the tip, and then back down. Wolfram helplessly lets out the words he's been aching to say since their endeavors started. "M-more!"
The older brother obliges, taking the whole erection into his mouth, even as it slides down his throat. Wolfram releases a throaty, relieved groan. Then Conrad starts to suck, and slide his mouth tightly up and down the throbbing appendage. He's careful not to use any teeth.
Wolfram's hands are gripping brown hair again, pulling harder and harder as he's pushed closer to the edge.
Conrad's mouth leaves Wolfram's aroused organ and the younger complains with a whimper. But Conrad knows what he's doing. His fingers move to the head of Wolfram's dick and massage it, covering his fingers in pre-cum. Once his fingers are slick, he prods one into his little brother's entrance.
It's so tight. "Relax," Conrad insists, his voice soothing. Wolfram tries.
The brunet feels a different texture, and suddenly Wolfram cries out in pleasure, hands pulling at his hair again. Smirking in triumph, Conrad jabs his finger hard into the newly found texture, all the while putting his mouth back on the end of Wolfram's leaking member. Wolfram stifles a scream, his vision going red. The blond erupts in Conrad's mouth.
Outside, cuddled up by the fire, are Yuuri and Murata. They'd have to be deaf not to know what's going on in that tent, and it's been a little uncomfortable for both of them.
"Are they..." Murata finally speaks up.
Yuuri swallows, his mouth dry. "Yep. I came to Conrad for advice on us and he told me he had a situation where he was in love with his brother... This camping trip was meant to get us two pairs together, but I didn't think it would go this well..."
Murata thinks about Yuuri's nervous, slightly rough voice. He's sitting in between Yuuri's legs, so if he backs up a little... Oh my god - he's hard.
The former Great Sage turns his head back, reaching his hand up to turn Yuuri's head so they can kiss. Yuuri flushes as their lips meet.
"Maybe we should be doing what they're doing," Murata suggests in a whisper.
Yuuri tenses, embarrassed. "I-I've never done anything like that and, um…"
Murata shifts, turning around completely in his lover's lap. His eyes bear into Yuuri's, dark with seduction. Yuuri gulps, his face hot.
"Don't you trust me enough to have sex with me?" One hand cups the king's cheek, and the other is placed on his lap, purposely close to his buldge but not directly touching it.
Yuuri tries to keep his breaths even. "It's not that I don't trust you," Yuuri explains. Murata's hand on the maoh's lap moves to his cloaked manhood, kneading it softly. The king gasps, and gnaws at his lip. He grabs Murata's wrist, but doesn't have the will to pull it away from his crotch. "It's that… Umm…" He continues, his voice course and his mind distracted.
Murata kneads harder. "What is it?" he purrs.
"God," is all that Yuuri can think to say. His mind is hazy with lust and pleasure.
Murata smirks. Now, instead of massaging, he presses his hand between Yuuri's legs and slides it up and down his penis, his grip on it firm and rough.
Yuuri grabs Murata's shirt, burying his face in his chest. Murata notices how terrible the teen is at quelling noises of pleasure. It doesn't help his already tight pants, but then he reminds himself that Yuuri's situation must be worse, especially if he lets him soil himself.
Yuuri is completely debauched, his entire body tingling and aching with ecstasy. It doesn't take long for him to reach his climax, soon panting with all his weight on his lover. He basks in the afterglow of their activities.
Murata puts his arms around Yuuri, holding him close. He kisses the king's neck.
Yuuri pulls back, having basically caught his breath, and locks their lips. There's a hot brushing of tongues, followed by the nibbling of Yuuri's lip.
Yuuri backs up for a second, shaking his head. "No biting."
Murata smiles, though he feels like pouting. "Pain can turn pleasure into ecstasy if you let it."
After a short pause, the maoh dives down and sinks his teeth into Murata's neck, who in turn moans. Appreciating the reaction, he bites harder. Murata grabs the back of Yuuri's shirt, pulling. Yuuri sucks until he senses the vague taste of iron. He pulls back to look at his mark. His gaze swifts to Murata's face, which is breathless from pleasure.
"You're such a masochist," the king points out, honestly surprised.
Murata just pouts, disappointed that Yuuri stopped. He unbuttons his shirt and rolls down onto his back, careful to keep a fair distance away from the fire. He puts one hand on his chest and slides it over his breast, exposing more skin. "Take me," he practically begs.
Yuuri's cock swells. He dives in head first to attack the bare nipple like he did Murata's neck. The former sage cries out in pleasure. He does the same thing with his other nipple, and then on random parts of his chest. Eventually, Murata's whole torso is covered in love bites.
As the maoh bites into the flesh just above Murata's hip, Murata groans, this time in frustration. "Yuuri, I want more…"
Yuuri's erection throbs at the mention of his given name, especially because of the tone of voice it was said in. He hesitantly messes with the zipper of Murata's pants, causing him to thrust his hips upward.
"Hurry," he seethes, but in a desperate way more than a violent way.
Pretty soon Murata's scrotum stands tall, on full display. Yuuri studies it. As much as he hates to admit it, he's never seen anything more appetizing. He never would have thought, a year ago, that he'd feel anything other than disgust or indifference, looking at a penis, but here it is, erect in its tempting glory. And it's Murata's, which makes it that much better.
He wraps his fingers around it and pumps it slowly. He looks up at Murata's face and suddenly feels like his pants couldn't be any tighter. Murata's eyes plead, "Please, Yuuri, more!"
He slides his hand across the shaft faster and faster, and Murata's cries grow louder. "Yuuri!" he calls out.
He's done this a hundred times with himself, so it's not hard to please his lover. Pretty soon Murata's cum shoots into the air and splatters all over them both.
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