Chapter 8

Well, more like Chapter 7.5... here we go :)

Yuri packed just his pyjamas and some personal stuff, his tooth brush and stuff, and left the royal bedchamber. The large bed would stay empty for tonight.

Wolfram had avoided him as much as he could for the rest of the day. They hadn't met, not even at dinner. Therefore the atmosphere had been quite normal and he was very thankful for that. His sad mood was also a little better now, Conrad had really helped him and cheered him up.

And he got to sleep with him in one bed this night.

He didn't know what to expect or hope for tonight, so he decided to just enjoy it. He looked forward to cuddling, maybe that was the most realistic thing to hope for. Cuddling with Conrad was not only relaxing, he could also feel the pleasant tension between them, as he noticed in the bath this afternoon. He couldn't describe it with words, but when he noticed it, it felt like something very special between the two of them. Yuri felt his face getting hot at this thoughts.

The boy was pretty sure by now that Conrad hid something from him, most likely that he was a little bit too cheerful about him being single again. Yuri knew him well enough, and he sensed that his captain was confused, somehow. Most likely, that was the result of him confessing that he was in love with another person. That person could be anyone. This must be troubling the man for sure.

Yuri had no clue how to show or tell him that indeed Conrad himself was that person. He didn't know if today was the right day, or if he would even be able to find the courage to tell him. Unfortunately, he knew that the soldier would never confess his love to him. That was nothing Sir Conrad Weller would do, not the perfectly self-controlled gentleman he was. The man I love so much.

This is my part.

Yuri's heart pounded fast as he knocked on the door he had finally reached.

A gentle „Come in!" could be heard from inside, and as he entered, the boy looked at a brown-haired man sitting in front of the fireplace, reading a book.

As Yuri approached him, Conrad got to his feet. „Are you tired?" he asked smiling, though a worried look in those wonderful hazel eyes.

The king smiled shily. „Yeah, pretty much. It was a very exhausting day."

"I already thought so," the man nodded. "Please feel free to use the bathroom."

Yuri nodded warily while entering bathroom to get changed and ready for bed.

When he returned, Conrad also wore his pyjamas, which made the boy chuckle. This view was priceless. The soldier seemed totally out of place dressed like this. Maybe that was just because Yuri had never seen him like that before, but he looked downright adoring.

How do I come to think of Conrad as „adorable"?

Yuri realized he had stared at Conrad all the time, on top of that with an overly amused grin on his face. He quickly looked away to hide his blushing face and turned to the bed.

„I hope you don't mind, but I just have that one blanket... but it's large enough for two people, I think," Conrad muttered. He must have clearly noticed.

„Oh, I'm sure it will be fine," the boy smiled, snuggling into the sheets before rolling over to wait for the soldier.

Now it seemingly was Conrad's turn so enjoy the sight. He stood beside the bed, glancing lovingly at Yuri, amused at the unusual impression of the king in his , the man turned on his heels and blew out all the candles in the room. Only the pale moonlight falling through the window lit the room as he went to bed and without asking or hesitating, pulled Yuri into his arms again.

The latter was grateful for this, as he enjoyed being embraced by Conrad. The mere feeling of the man's warm skin and his strong arms holding him, the powerful pace of his heart and the way his chest rose and fell with his breath made him dizzy. When he was laying in this place, he felt save, no one could do him any harm, because his knight would always protect him. He prayed that he could stay up all night like this, because sleeping in such precious moments seemed like wasted time and opportunities to him.

Yuri's chest was filled with warmth, with all the affection he felt for this man. Oh, how much he wanted to tell him, but not a single word that would accurately describe his feelings wanted to come to his mind. He couldn't express it. He couldn't say anything. Well then, maybe he'll get it if I just show him, the boy thought, wrapping his upper arm firmly around the taller man's waist, cuddling into his chest, resisting to cross his legs with the other one's. It was so hard to do so. He wanted to feel the man's body, feel every single spot he was able to reach. And there was yet so much more he could think of doing with Conrad. It kind of even scared him.

Yuri felt a hand nuzzling his hair, messing it up before running through it with the digits to flatten it again. Just the mere touch of Conrad's hand got him flustered. He hadn't had that much physical contact in years and every time the man's fingertips touched his skin, it was purely electrifying.

He felt really tensed, in every way.

Yuri moved his body a little upwards, not leaving Conrad's embrace, so that he could lay there almost at eye level with the latter.

The soldier had closed his eyes, a small smile on his face, breathing slowly. Yuri's eyes wandered over his delicately chiseled features, those now hidden, wonderful hazel eyes, the brown strands of hair falling into his face, which made him want to run his fingers through them to shove them back. His eyes stopped again at the lightly-parted mouth.

Oh, how well he remembered being kissed by these lips. And how he wished for being given that pleasure again... An awkward fluttery, unknown feeling in his stomach made him twitch. Butterflies, he thought, noticing a grin on his face that he wasn't able to suppress. He just was too happy. I really copped it. I've never been so much in love.

Conrad's eyes opened, but remained half-shut. If he looks at me like that,... He breathed in deeply, just inhaling more of the man's scent. Their eyes locked, as Conrad as well smiled at him lovingly.

„I'm so happy that you're back," he repeated his words from the day before.

„Me too," Yuri swallowed heavily and took all his courage, „you know, the worst part of going to earth is always being separated from you."

Conrad looked at him, shocked by his directness. „Yuri..." he muttered, whispered, sighed, something in between, but the way he said it gave Yuri goosebumps. A shiver of pleasant anticipation was running down his spine. Conrad's eyes were shining in the moonlight as he looked expectingly at the boy.

„Conrad... I told you I'm in love with someone else than Wolfram."

The brown-haired male nodded slightly.

Yuri waited for a few seconds, trying to hold his composure, trying to not loose all his courage in the last moment. „That certain someone... is you," he whispered, hiding his face at the man's neck.

The soldier froze in his arms. He looked at the boy in disbelief, like his whole world came crushing down on him.

„I'm serious, really," Yuri added.

And then Conrad did something he had hoped for, but never had thought of happening one day.

He felt a rough hand, usually used to wielding a sword, placed softly and carefully under his chin, lifting his head up. The man rested his forehead against Yuri's. The latter expected to be kissed and closed his eyes, but nothing happened.

As he opened his eyes again, very confused, he realized how close Conrad was. His eyes, merely inches away from his own. Their noses laying side-by-side, and he could feel the other one's warm breath on his mouth.

Yuri wanted so badly to be kissed, to be kissed again by those soft, moist lips, like he did that day before his departure. Only this time, he would definitely be responding.

Though, he couldn't make the first move and looked into Conrad's eyes questioning, when the latter asked him slowly, his husky voice merely more than a whisper: „May I kiss you, Yuri?" There is it again, that pleasant tension.

He thought he would die right there, melting away in the arms of the man he loved, by this wonderful voice. By the tentative way he asked that simple question. The butterflies in his belly seemed to go totally crazy, and all he could do was hushing shyly, but definitely: „Of course."

As for his physical state, it only got worse.

Conrad pulled his chin towards him, taking his time, letting Yuri adjust to the way his lips felt, pushing them softly onto the boy's before gently beginning to move, carefully caressing the younger one's bottom lip by nipping on it, placing small kisses onto his lips... it seemed like an eternity, but Yuri was hungry for this kiss, and every second was pure bliss to him. The boy moved his unexperienced lips shyly against Conrad's, brushing over them, leaving small kisses and licks there, and how he loved tasting that fragrance again. He could go on like this forever.

But luckily, the man didn't act like he wanted to stop or pull away either. He just pressed his lips firmer against the other one's, now also using his tongue to lick carefully, testing how far he could go. Yuri couldn't resist, he opened his lips a little and the tips of their tongues met, rubbing each other slowly first, before circling and swirling around as the kiss went on.

Conrad turned him around so that Yuri lay on his back while the older one could rest his arms beside the small boy's body. He wrapped his arms around the man's waist, pulling him close. Conrad felt so good in his arms, and only regretfully he let his beloved pull back after countless minutes. Still, it wasn't enough. He wanted so much more caress from Conrad.

The latter now looked at him with a bright smile on his face, as happy as Yuri couldn't remember seeing him any time before. His eyes were glaring anticipated and still surprised.

But he could perfectly understand him in any way, his heart was filled to the brim with love for the man in his arms and he couldn't believe his luck.

„Conrad..." he lifted his right hand to carefully touch and rub the man's beautifully blushed cheek, „how long... has this been going on? Since when did you... you know-" The butterflies in his stomach got him too nervous to form any coherent sentence.

„I think, from the very first day you arrived here in Shin Makoku," Conrad sighed, smiling a little bit sad.

„Why have you never told me?" Yuri knew it was stupid to ask, somehow.

„How could I?" the brown-haired man asked back, leaning down to place a firm kiss onto the boy's lips, „But now, that you're not my brother's fiancé any more..." he left the sentence halfway done, kissing Yuri once more, even more passionate than before.

The younger one broke the wonderful kiss reluctantly. „And I made you suffer so many years... I'm sorry," he blushed, „that sure wasn't easy for you."

Conrad captured his hand and their fingers interwhined before he pinned the boy down to the bed. „There have been enough moments where I really had to hold back..." he sighed.

„Will you tell me about them?" Yuri found the idea quite interesting. They had so much to talk about.

„I will," the man promised after rolling back to the boy's side, which was much more comfortable for him. „But at first, you have to tell me when you started to..." He gave a slight cough.

„... love you?" Yuri winked, finishing his question.

Conrad nodded, smiling brightly.

„Well, I had a lot of time to think about your kiss and all that while I was on earth, you know. And when I came back, when I saw you in the bath, it was just... hitting me. I wondered why I ever doubted having a crush on you, if it was that obvious. But maybe I just couldn't handle it. Homosexuality isn't dealt with that easily on earth." Yuri shyly looked over to the man he loved.

The latter pulled him closer to kiss him lightly onto his forehead, before looking straight into his black eyes. Then, his voice, merely more than a whisper, cracking in the process. „I have never said this to anyone, Yuri. I love you, with every beat of my heart. More than my life and more than anything else in this world. You're the sun in my life, even on the rainy days."

„Conrad... I love you so much that I can't find any words to describe it... But this soul," he tapped his own chest lightly, „has always been yours, and even Julia-san knew that already."

They made it :) Aw god, I will never understand why there are so many Yuuram-fics out there. Conrad is a perfect match for Yuri, and I don't see why nobody notices that... ;)

For all the Conyuu-fans out there: this is for you :) Thanks to everyone who reviewed or favourited my story! But don't worry, we're not through yet!