Yuuri stared at Conrad. His face was beet red and so cute, Conrad wanted to kiss him right there. He wanted to see the face that he had hidden when his eminence touched his chest. He wanted his majesty to melt under his fingers.

"C-Conrad?" Yuuri whispered, sounding a bit scared. That snapped Conrad out of his daze. He had to remember his place. He stood at Yuuri's side but not as a lover. He was his majesty's guard. That's all.

"Don't be embarrassed, your majesty." He reassured, his im-not-fantasizing-about-you-on-your-back-with-your-legs-spread-wide smile glowing at maximum power. "I didn't mean anything weird by it. Im just saying that it's hard to protect you when you put yourself in bad situations. Im sorry if you misunderstood." Conrad lied. The lie was every well put together too. It was so convincing, Conrad nearly believed it. Nearly.

Yuuri showed a strange expression on his face. It was one that Conrad had never seen before. It kind of looked like disappointment but it was gone too fast for Conrad to tell if it was really there. Yuuri smiled, looking relieved. He turned to Murata who sat on the picnic blanket watching them with a smile on his face.

"Murata!" Yuuri called. The youth turned his gaze to Yuuri. "I think we should eat now. Right?" he shouted. Murata nodded. As Yuuri and Conrad walked to the blanketed spot, Conrad thought about something.

Yuuri was acting weird, he thought. The way he said that last phrase was peculiar as well. Like it was code for something. Usually, Conrad would think he was being set up but his king wasn't like that. Yuuri was too honest to do something like that. He trusted Yuuri and Yuuri trusted him. All was well.

Minutes later, Conrad wanted to retract those last thoughts. The three of them had been eating and holding a conversation easily enough but Murata had to tease Yuuri into making him blush and look so eatable. Then, once they were done eating, Yuuri started licking his fingers. Slowly, one after the other, like he was trying to suck every last drop of flavor off the appendages. Conrad was tempted to do it for him, but pure will power stopped him.

What did him in was desert.

After a full course western meal, Murata brought something Conrad hadn't thought would be brought out. The worse thing for Conrad's fragile self control. Chocolate éclairs. They were sweet, long and bursting with cream. It really didn't help since his king had never eaten one.

"How do I eat this?" he asked, turning the pastry this way and that. Seeing his hands holding something reminiscent of… never mind that. Yuuri turned to Conrad. "Conrad? How do I eat this?"

Conrad froze as he watched his king press the cream fill pastry against lips. It looked so much bigger that his mouth. Would he be able to fit it all in or would he need Conrad's help? Conrad was tempted to ask but to do so would be strange to his innocent king.

"Uh, you just eat like you would eat anything." Conrad instructed trying to tear his gaze from the king's mouth. Those soft luscious lips. "Just put it in your mouth and bite it. But not too hard or else the cream will come out." Conrad hadn't meant to say that. He'd been thinking it but he hoped he wouldn't say it out loud. Yuuri seemed to take it in stride.

"I wouldn't want the cream to come out too early, right, Conrad?" Yuuri said with a smile. Was he doing this purposely? Conrad asked himself for the nth time in the last couples minutes. But he immediately put it off. Yuuri was sensual without meaning to. It was his charm.

"Right." He agreed, shifting slightly to accommodate the erection trying to get Yuuri's attention. Conrad had to resist the urge to press his hand down in the thing. Yuuri pressed the tip to his lips. He sucked the tip and licked the cream.

"The cream taste sweet." He muttered, repeating the action a couple of times. Conrad licked his lips, thinking of where he'd prefer those lips to be.

"It tends to be sweet." Conrad concurred, licking his own lips. "Is it warm on your tongue?" Yuuri nodded.

"I really like how it feels in my hands. It too big for my hands, Conrad." He cooed, looking so innocent despite the lusty look Conrad imagined was in his eyes.

"Try to take it into your mouth." He requested, moving a bit closer. They sat closely together, looking into each other's eyes. "Tell me how it feels in there." Yuuri did as he commanded.

He tried to shove the whole thing in his mouth but it wouldn't fit. At every failed attempt, Yuuri would let out a little mewling sound. All the while, Conrad watched as he tried to put the big thing in, cooing little encouragements. the act should have been normal but was oh so sensual.

"Well?" Conrad inquired, watching Yuuri blush. "How is it? Do you like it?" Conrad wasn't sure what he expected his king to say. He never expected what happened to happen. Yuuri turned to him, his eyes misty and laden with real, not imagined, desire. He definitely liked it and he wanted more. His king looked so sexy then. He looked like he would welcome his advances.

He moved closer still, watching Yuuri come closer. They were face to face, their breaths brushing each other's cheeks. They could kiss. They would kiss. Conrad's heart, and erection, felt like it was going burst from the desire he felt at that moment.

"Oi, Yuuri, Lord Weller, Im still here!"

Conrad froze as he heard his eminence speak up. Yuuri woke up from his daze and blushed prettily, looking away. Conrad turned his gaze to the young boy. He was smirking at him. His eyes saying, I see you, Conrad. I know what you want to do to Yuuri.

Conrad clenched his teeth. He had fallen into his trap. Yuuri, an innocent bystander, was just the catalyst to this hell. Conrad stood up and started walking away. It wasn't easy since, at that moment, he was a walking hard on. Damn Murata and his plans.

"Conrad!" Yuuri called. Conrad had to suppress the urge to shiver as he heard his name on his Yuuri's lips. The lips he had almost kissed. The lips that couldn't fit the large roll of dough and cream. The lips had cream smeared all over them minutes before. "Where are you going, Conrad?"

Conrad couldn't let Yuuri see him so hot and bothered. He would panic. Plus, if Conrad turned to him now, damn Murata, public decency, wolfram or anything else, Conrad would walk over to his king, strip him down and fuck him till he screamed. That wouldn't help anyone. Well, except for him and Yuuri but that wasn't an option, none the less.

"N-nowhere, you majesty." He reassured, refusing to face him. "I-I'll send Josak for you and His Eminence. Have a good day, your majesty." He said, practically running to his horse and jumping on its back. They were gone in minutes, all the while; Conrad tried to tear the image of Yuuri's lusty face from his mind. It was a good thing he didn't hit anyone on the way home.

End of chapter 13

Authors note

Thank you for reading this far. (bows) Also, my yuuri/various is up and id love it if you would all check it out. i'll be updating it soon. maybe tomorrow. please enjoy and tell me what you think. :)