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Timeframe: Right after Yuuri and Wolfram's fight.
Sweet Dreams
Dull violet eyes stared almost absently at the small, sleeping figure on the bed. He was slowly replaying the day's events in his head, while pride and wonder tried to battle away the tiredness in him.
He had been right. There was now no way to deny that this young man was indeed the demon king fated to rule their world. His previous night fears were long gone now with that reassurance.
But pride and awe can only do so much against no sleep in nearly four days time. The first couple he had been too anxious about the coming of the king to rest, then he had been too excited at the prospect of finally being near the new demon king that he had stayed up all night to watch over him. Then last night Gwendal had kept him up half the night... A faint blush came up at the thought. Then he had spent the rest of the night worrying over what he had boldly told Gwendal not too long before that that the king would be fine in the dual, instead of resting in his long time lover's gentle embrace.
His eyes started to slide close, before he shook his head, forcing them back up. He had sworn to watch over the king till he awoke, and he could not abandon that duty because of a simple case of exhaustion. That was his least foe, and he knew he could defeat it.
Or so he thought, yet once again found his eyes drifting shut, before he woke himself once more.
A faint, warm breath blew over his ear, making him start from his chair, and whorl to face none other then Gwendal. Blue eyes watched him with flickering amusement, while that ever present frown grew deeper, "Go to bed, Gunter. The king is perfectly fine without you watching him."
"But, Gwendal... I promised that..." he stuttered to a halt when one hand gripped his wrist, and Gwendal tugged him towards the door.
"No. I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. Besides, Wolfram stated he wished to sit with the king tonight," the gray haired man nodded to the silent younger brother at the side of the door.
Gunter turned surprised eyes towards the other, who only rolled his sharp green orbs at their antics, before Gwendal pulled Gunter fully out the door, and down the hall, towards Gwendal's room. Only once they were behind the safe door of his room did Gunter try to protest again.
"Gwendal, is that wise? After all, the king did just beat him..." gentle lips claimed his in a faint kiss, silencing him.
Once Gwendal was satisfied, he pulled away, "They'll be fine. You need your rest. I know you haven't had any decent sleep since the boy was summoned," quick, diligent hands were already moving to devastate Gunter of his shirt. Gunter mildly wondered on how those same hands that had so often helped him from his clothes were at least letting him keep his pants, while Gwendal pushed him towards the bed.
His boots were swiftly gone, and he was once again gently, but determinedly pressed into the mattress, while Gwendal shifted his legs onto the bed, and covered him with the light blanket.
Tender fingers, so used to the sword and pen, softly touched his hair, then caressed his cheek as Gwendal stole one last kiss, "Rest well."
Gunter sighed, knowing it was useless to try changing his lover's mind once it was set. And the bed was much more comfortable then the hard chair he had been sitting in for the last few hours... Burrowing deeper into the covers, he was asleep long before Gwendal finally undressed and climbed into their bed to follow him into dreams.
