Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Bikini wo haite wa hajimete des. ❯ it's my first time wearing a bikini ( Chapter 1 )

Sweet notes: Written for the `fill the holes' yaoiville.net contest. Wahoo! Kyou Kara Maou! *has been dying to play with these guys for a while*. I finally found out how to translate it, thanks to the lovelies on the KKM mailing list, `from the days of the demon king'. Or something to that effect. Anyway, the title of my story translates as `it's my first time wearing a bikini'. I debated on using ni instead of wa, but wa sounded more natural, so I didn't second guess myself. Anyway, enjoy this supposedly funneh story.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own them. The anime or the giant sand panda in it.

 

Warnings: NC-17, lime, handjob, Konrad/Yuuri, Yuri POV, PWP.

 

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Bikini wo haite wa hajimete des!

 

~By Sweetdeily.

 

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I should have known that it would come back to this all again. Life is much like a hamster wheel sometimes. What goes around comes around. And my hamster wheel had a black bikini stuck in one of the bars.

 

I stared at the offending piece of clothing for a while. It was lying inoffensively on my royal bedcovers. Don't think I was fooled by such a meek output. It was anything but inoffensive. Wolfram hadn't invaded yet, it was still early in the night. Chances were one of the palace servants had put it there. But my problem was where it had come from.

 

Who was the dark creature slipping bikinis into King's beds?

 

I had two suspects at the forefront of my head. Wolfram because he was a pervert who kept sneaking into bed with me. Or Günter. Because Günter was… yeah.

 

Wolfram or Günter.

 

I decided to put my detective hat on.

 

Wolfram slept in women's clothing. Perverted fact number one. Wolfram also hogged the bed. Perverted fact number two. He snored too. Now that was a big one for number three. I wonder if Günter was even worth examining. This was some incriminating evidence against Wolfram.

 

But a detective is objective and cool, he always considers his options. Maybe I was just avoiding the subject of Günter's obsession with me.

 

Alright, perverted fact number one, Günter was the one who had originally given me the bikini. Fact number two, Günter liked to rub his face against the bikini when he thought no one was there. Fact number three, Günter likes to molest me when I get back from a journey. Fact number four, Günter has shifty eyes. Fact number five, Günter wears long robes; such clothing is good for concealing erections. Fact number… er, six, Günter frequently gets nose-bleeds around me.

 

Yes, well… frowning at the evil clothing wouldn't get it gone any quicker. Not that I think people who wear bikinis are weird or anything. I mean, power to them. Yes, power.  After all, a king needs to think about what he wears and a king should never wear a bikini. No. Never. Well… no! Never! I mean, it's not like anyone would know. And it is sort of rude to never use a gift someone gives you. Especially since everyone did keep saying that I should wear it.  But I'm a king, and kings don't wear bikinis. It almost rhymes for First Maou's sake!  But no one WOULD notice. And… I stared at the clothing harder. If only my stare would make something burst into flames and die. Then I would have so few problems. But I'm not magical, so the bikini remained, staring back at me.

 

And I knew it was staring at me.

 

Asking me to wear it.

 

If only once.

 

This is ridiculous, standing in my bedroom, instead of sleeping, I'm staring at an inanimate object. Worse; I'm giving it thoughts. Bikinis don't think.

 

Thank the First Maou for small favors. Man, I've been in the demon world too long. I've started to invoke the First Maou.

 

I sighed, giving up. I suppose I should just burn it. But… Günter gave it to me as a present. And I don't want him to feel bad about it. Or worse, find the burnt remains. It's not like I hate him. It's just…

 

Bikinis….

 

Not on Kings…

 

The door squeaked softly as it was opened and I jumped. I snatched up the bikini and held it behind my back. Konrad was there, knocking gently against the wood.

 

I smiled; hoping I didn't look as flustered as I felt. “Evening, Konrad.”

 

“Your Majesty.” He inclines his head, not looking like he's noticed the bikini at all. Which was exactly as it should be. Because Konrad didn't have x-ray vision. That would be creepy.

 

“Was there something you needed?”

 

“Baseball.”

 

“Baseball?” What did bikinis have to do with baseball?

 

“… uh, yes… we were going to play today… are you alright?” Konrad asked me.

 

I sighed, letting all of the air out of my body.

 

There's no sense trying to hide something from Konrad. His magic must be the ability to sense every problem you ever have.

 

Rather then say anything I simply held up my incriminating evidence.

 

“Is that a bikini?” Konrad asked, closing the door behind him and setting the baseball mitt on one of the tables. He came closer, so he didn't have to talk so loudly. I'd rather not have the whole palace talking about my underclothes.

 

I nodded sadly. “Yes.”

 

“And… you're upset about it?” Konrad sounded a little lost. I didn't blame him. Here, bikinis were perfectly normal royal clothes.

 

“Yes. I just… I don't really want to wear a bikini. I mean, it's nice that it was a gift and all… but it's a bikini.”

 

“Why are you so uncomfortable with it?” Konrad asked; sitting on the bed.

 

I sat down with him.

 

I don't know how to describe my bond of trust with Konrad, its deep, and… trusting… and I don't know. He's just, everything I could ever need. He's always there when I'm in a pinch. He always knows what to say. He's always concerned about my safety. Girls would probably go on about how `perfect' and hunky he is. Sure, Konrad is a hunk of glorious man-flesh, but I don't need to verbalize such feelings. Just because I admire him doesn't mean I have to gush and fawn over him and… well… well… in this crazy, screwed up world, maybe I liked Konrad. Maybe?

 

Who am I to kid around something like that? I'm engaged to Wolfram. Who is a guy- a very girly guy- but a guy nonetheless. Who wears dresses to bed. But just because I won't do anything but sleep in the same bed… doesn't mean I don't like Konrad. Wait, what did that have to do with…? Scratch that last bit.

 

My point is. If there was someone to talk to about a bikini problem, it would be Konrad. Wolfram would probably just laugh and molest me.

 

“I'm just… I don't think I'd really look very good in something… so… so not manly.” Because kings should be manly. Or something.

 

“I think you would look fine, Your Majesty.” Konrad smiled, although I can tell he tried not to. At least he tried.

 

I supposed I was being a bit silly. I mean, I am the king. I can wear anything I want. Right. “I suppose I should approach this differently, shouldn't I? After all, I am a king… so I should…. I should just wear that damn thing, shouldn't I?”

 

Konrad shrugged. “I suppose so, Your Majesty.”

 

“I told you to call me Yuuri. You were the one who named me after all.”

 

Konrad just smiles; it's that smile that means `sure, I will', and is so not true. I've seen it too many times from this order to go into the whole subject of actually doing what I ask. Oh well. Since it's Konrad I won't get upset.

 

I sighed. “Alright. I'm putting it on.”

 

“Good choice, Your Majesty. Shall we play some baseball after you've changed?”

 

I nod and head to the bathroom, evil clothing in hand.

 

I half-closed the door behind me and sat on the little stool in front of the mirror.

 

I stretched the bikini with my hands, waiting to see if it would explode in a puff of black smoke.

 

It didn't; but I might have gotten lucky.

 

“No helping it I s'pose.”

 

I stand and start to unbutton my jacket.

 

I love the Mazoku; making me clothing so similar to my school uniform. Sometimes I have to wonder about the difference between humans and the demon people. It's not like we feel things any differently. From what I can see, it's only magic and aging that separate the two. The Mazoku live longer and have stronger magic. And the humans are fairly normal.

 

My shirt came off and I heard a strange sound as I dropped it. It sounded like an intake of breath. I paused, listening, but I couldn't hear anything else. I shake my head, I must be getting paranoid. I swear it's all the perverts that hang around me.

 

I unbuttoned my pants, letting them fall to the ground and stepping out of the pant-y-pool. Alone with my boxers. A man who wears boxers shouldn't have to put on bikinis. It's not natural.

 

I hear that sound again and look around. There's no one in the room with me, I'm sure.

 

“Konrad…?” I call out.

 

“Yes, Your Majesty?” his voice sounded close, he must be guarding the door from a pervert like Wolfram from intruding on me. Konrad is the greatest.

 

“Nothing… just… nevermind.”

 

“Is everything alright with the bikini?”

 

I looked down at the chair with the bikini on it. It glared back at me. Would Konrad believe me if I told him the bikini was glaring at me? Probably not. “Everything is fine.”

 

I sighed and slipped out of my boxers. Don't ask me how hard it is to get boxers in the demon world. I had to make a very embarrassing trip to a clothing store. Konrad was with me too. Apparently no one wears boxers. Wolfram bitched at me for a full hour at the fact that I was wasting citizen's money on strange clothing. Considering he paints with expensive animal shit, I don't see what his problem is.

 

“Bikini freaks.” I muttered.

 

“Your Majesty?” Konrad's voice enquired.

 

Damn he had good hearing. “heh, nothing, nothing.”

 

I pulled the bikini on. Damn tight, I could feel it riding up my butt and I pulled it out of my crack, it snapped against my ass cheeks and I jumped. Glancing downward, I realized my package had been squashed to one side. Waaay too tight.

 

“Damn bikini bottoms.” I groaned. I tried to push it back into place, but the material kept… moving it… somehow. I slipped my hand into my pants so I could adjust my package properly.

 

“Damnit!”

 

“Your Majesty?” Konrad enquired.

 

I looked up; taking my hand out of my pants on reflex. SNAP.

 

“Aaahhh!!”

 

The door burst open at my shout and Konrad came running in. “What is it, Yuuri?”

 

I rubbed my pained hand; it had a red imprint. Great. “I'm fine. I was just trying to adjust my package when the evil thing bit me.”

 

“It bit you?”

 

“Yeah. But I'm still all squashed to one side.” I turned around; not thinking about the implications I gestured toward my crotch.

 

Konrad followed my direction and cocked his head to one side, studying my package intently. I blushed. I kind of liked the attention.

 

“Konrad, sorry… I…” I stopped mid-sentence, Konrad's hand was against my crotch, adjusting the bulge there.

 

I jumped, but it doesn't seem to register to my guard, he just kept fondling me, trying to adjust me, one hand settling on my hips to hold me still.

 

“K-Konrad… umm…” I was uncomfortable with him doing that. Mostly because I liked it.

 

“Yes, Your Majesty?” Konrad murmured.

 

I stopped looking at his hands on me and looked up at his face. He wasn't watching his hands. Isn't there are thing about driving without your eyes on the… the road… because… wow... bad… yeah… good… very good… he should… I don't know… probably stop fondling me… or… or something… yeah.

 

The tight bikini felt like it was getting tighter. I rested my hands on Konrad's shoulders, not sure what to do with them. His hands kept brushing against perilous areas. Which is easy considering the whole area was my crotch. Hey, I'm sensitive. And… damn, it was hot.

 

Konrad's face was very close to mine. I could feel his breath against my cheek and hear his heartbeat. I gazed up into his eyes, unable to move as he adjusted my package. I wasn't even sure he wasn't just playing with my penis. Making me want him to just finish what he'd started. And damnit, I knew it was all a conspiracy… yes… for… for… for making me… making me do something… something Maou-ish.

 

“Konrad…”

 

“Yes, Yuuri?”

 

I should probably have noted that he'd dropped the titles. But… damnit… his hand… my pants… bikini… stupid… clothing… so warm…

 

“You…” I couldn't finish my question, or was it a statement…? Yeah, statement. I couldn't keep my eyes open; I didn't even care that I could feel his hand beneath the cloth. I didn't care that his body was pressed against mine tightly. Or was I pressed against him? And his hands just kept caressing my tender skin, rolling precum up and down my shaft. I was panting, trying not to start moaning, but trembling, wanting to command him to finish it, to go a little faster, a little harder.

 

But, you know, Konrad is a mind-reader, I swear, because almost like he could sense my desire, his hands went faster, and he stopped just playing and toke my shaft into his hands fully then.

 

I didn't care that the bikini has ridden up my ass, or that the soft pull of the fabric was arousing me even more. And I didn't care that Konrad was being unusually… I don't know… horny? Yes… Konrad, who didn't get nose-bleeds whenever he thinks about me, and GOD! Ohh… god, did he have to rub the slit like that? I'll collapse if he kept this up and… that would… be… oh… bad boy… bad…

 

And then one hand was stroking my balls, rolling the sacks around and squeezing, just a little, because he knew I'd cry out when he did it, and he'd just shut me up by… oh yes… by….

 

“Konrad…” I murmured. Alright, I'm lying, I thought it; I thought it because his lips were covering mine. His mouth was eating away at mine like… like… like Konrad eating away at me. And Konrad should eat lots… yeah, just… eat all of my mouth… because his tongue, First Maou, that tongue was like a lollipop and I think I was sucking on it because lollipops should be sucked on.

 

I was bucking into his hands, feeling the pressure building behind my eyelids with his strokes and kissing and damn him… damn him and the stupid bikini, catching me all unaware and… damnit… just damnit!

 

Then the pressure just exploded and I shook against his body, collapsing into him, not ready for the release at all. I felt his hands; slowing to a stop on my shaft, milking the last of my semen out of me. I'd come all over his shirt now too.

 

“Yuuri? Are you alright, here, I'll carry you to bed. You should lay down for a bit. You're looking flustered.”

 

“Konrad…” I whispered, not minding as he easily picked me up and took me back into the bedroom. My knees were still shaking a little.

 

“Yes, Yuuri?” This time I could pick up the subtle tone of humor in his voice. Damnit, he shouldn't mock me, or I'll smite him. Smite him with my smite! Yeah.

 

He lay me down on the bed, eyes all caring and wonderful. I groaned as he hopped up on the covers with me; mouth hot over mine, lips trembling over my mouth. I wondered why he was doing this, and I wondered what has finally driven him insane. Or so horny he couldn't help himself. Then again, I had been wearing some of his mother's perfume lately and last time that had happened I'd gotten engaged.

 

“Konrad-” I started to ask `what's up with you' but the words died on my lips when the door was smashed against its hinges.

 

I could see small trails of smoke coming off the door and I looked up to the person responsible for it.

 

Wolfram's shoulders bristled. I supposed the fact that his fiancée had been caught wearing nothing but a bikini with a man inches from his face on top of the bed wasn't a very convincing picture.

 

“Yuuri…” Wolfram growled deep in his throat.

 

Since it was my first time getting caught cheating on my fiancée I think I handled it fairly well. “Um… this is exactly what it looks like… could you close the door?”

 

 

~Owari.

 

Sweet notes: Done! But I wanted a lemon! Damnit. Anyway, I hope people liked it. Special thanks to my two beta's who went over it, Sailor Pluto and the wonderful Kappa. Thank you both very much!