Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Everything, And More ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Me: Hullo and welcome back—

Tommy: If you're bothering to read this at all.

Me: —to the last chapter in my GwenGunter. I'd like to thank my reviewers, mnemosyne04, emowolf, and PeachPoptart! It makes me feel so much better, especially after this scenario: ""Scene 1, Location Work - Guy: So you don't drink, don't do drugs, don't smoke and don't party...what do you do? My response: I write."" Well...he called me "lame." haha, can you believe it? Me? Lame? heh heh-heh, heh...hm...

Tommy: Her I can understand, but he never mentioned my name, so...

Me: *sobs* Enjoy the last part...if you can seeing as someone so lame wrote it! *Le Big Sob*

Tommy: enjoy.

 

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Everything, And More

By Herme23

 

chapitre zwei

 

“See, Wolf? I told you no one would think to look for us up on the roof!”

 

“Yes, Yuri, yes,” came the terse reply, “but you threw my underwear over the edge! Goodness knows where they are and who might find them!”

 

“Oh, c'mon, Wolfram! They're standard issue! No one will know they're yours unless you've got your name on them or something…do you?”

 

“…That's not the point, Yuri! I—”

 

Yuri reached out and wound his arms around Wolframs waist, pulling him in close. Despite his anger, Wolfram felt himself giving in as Yuri leaned in and pressed his forehead against Wolfram's.

 

“Look, Wolf-cub—” Wolfram gave a small scowl. “—I didn't know they'd go over the edge. I'm sorry. We'll stop and get you another pair before we—we…oh my god…”

 

Yuri pulled his head up and stared over Wolfram's shoulder. Wolfram turned his head around and his jaw promptly met with his chest.

 

Wolfram's Honorable Eldest Brother, Lord Gwendal von Voltaire, and Shinmakoku's Best Royal Aide, Günter von Christ, were bumping and humping, slipping and sliding down the hall. The reason they were so unsteady was because their faces were locked at the lips and they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Nor could they decide if they wanted to walk or simply continue dry humping each other up the wall. Every few feet one of them would slam the other up against the wall for a moment's worth of grinding before pressing on. Wolfram and Yuri briefly looked down the hall from which Günter and Gwendal had come and noted the trail of destruction the pair had left behind in the form of tossed decorations and nudged portraits.

 

Wolfram felt laughter fighting with his shock, while just behind him Yuri's mouth bobbed like a fish.

 

But it wasn't over yet.

 

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The relatively short journey from Gwendal's study to Gwendal's room wasn't easily done, Günter soon found. For one, Günter was virtually blind save for Gwendal's guidance, which couldn't be much because, let's be honest, how much could Gwendal even see what with his eyes shut and his tongue down Günter's throat? Günter had no real way of knowing, but he rather thought they made quite a sight going down that hall.

 

What he *really* had no way of knowing was that they had made quite a sight for the butler, four guards, two servants and three maids (plus Wolfram and Yuri) who not only watched them pass but followed their progress, making notes that were immediately shuffled down to the inner gambling chambers down below the castle—in other words, the cellar.

 

Gwendal and Günter passed them all on by, unheeding of their presence, and pressed on. Four times either Günter of Gwendal's backs crashed against the walls, one time knocking a candle from its holder, and Gwendal accidentally tripped on the hem of Günter's robes, but finally, fumbling and tripping, groping and panting, the two made their way to Gwendal's bedroom chambers.

 

They came to a halt just outside of Gwendal's room and Gwendal slammed Günter up against the door. Keeping one hand on Günter's hip, Gwendal used the other to try and open the door. His hand fumbled around blindly but to no avail and Günter took one hand off of Gwendal's broad shoulders to try and help out, too. Nothing.

 

Then a small female hand reached out and turned the knob; she turned the handle and pushed the door wide open. Oblivious, the men slid inside and the door shut with a sensual finality behind them.

 

Sangria turned to give the other two maids a thumbs-up.

 

Outside Yuri and Wolfram tried to shrink back into the shadows before the others saw them.

 

“They're fucked now,” Yuri muttered.

 

Wolfram could only nod at first, but then he turned excitedly to Yuri and said, “Let's head down to the cellar and see what bets are going on.”

 

Yuri nodded in agreement, glad for once that he was not the issue on the table, and the two joined the dozen or so other servants who had also witnessed the spectacle in running down to the Betting Room—er, cellar, that is.

 

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Meanwhile, inside Gwendal's bedchambers, the pair was blissfully unaware of the excitement they had unwittingly created for the residents of the Castle Covenant. They were only interested in their own mutual excitement and how best to ignite it further.

 

Gwendal peeled his hands away from Günter, seemingly torn between wanting to keep at Günter's body and desperately getting as naked as he could, and began pulling at the fastenings of his own clothing. Günter had been doing the same, pulling away from their kiss only for a moment in order to pull his undershirt up over his head. Gwendal seemed to lose half the battle as his hands were on Günter's bare torso instantly, and Günter moaned as hot fingers slid silkily over his flesh. He looked through hazy eyes at Gwendal's half-clothed form. His jacket hung half off his shoulders, his well-formed chest hinted at through his flimsy white button-top.

 

Günter leaned in to Gwendal's kiss, finding Gwendal's tongue with his own and the buttons of Gwendal's shirt with his hands. He quickly removed Gwendal's upper layers and pulled him down to the bed. Gwendal's body was tall and thick and muscular, and Great One above! If Günter did not get it pressed up against his own body soon he would go mad with anticipation.

 

Gwendal fell readily over Günter and he kissed the other man deeply even as he shoved at Günter's trousers, pulling them down so that he could reveal the standard issue g-string. His body froze when instead his hands met with hot, naked skin.

 

Startled, Gwendal pulled away from Günter's lips in order to look downwards. As it seemed that Günter wore no undergarments to speak of, the light-haired man's very hard, weeping arousal had been bared for Gwendal to see. Günter blushed and his mouth made as if to somehow (and for some reason) excuse his indecency, but his mouth opened only to quickly issue a throaty moan when Gwendal knelt down and swiped at the head of his erection with his tongue.

 

Gwendal worked away at it, paying extra attention to every spot that made Günter gasp, quickly setting aside his surprise at Günter's little secret. He grasped the base in his fist and enveloped the rest within his mouth.

 

Under Gwendal's adroit care, Günter's body was quickly reaching its end, the exquisite sensations eradicating all else in his mind so that he was quite unable to truly grasp how quickly his situation had progressed from “in-your-dreams” to “in-Gwendal's-bed.” Günter tensed as fire ran fast through his veins, followed by waves of ice, and he grabbed at Gwendal's shoulder as his body prepared to jerk with release. His hopes were dashed, however, as Gwendal's talented tongue pulled away. Günter couldn't help groaning with disappointment even as Gwendal gave him a devious grin.

 

Günter had toed off his boots and lifted his hips to allow Gwendal to pull his pants fully off of his body, and now he settled back against the coverlet. Gwendal quickly filled the space left open by the parting of Günter's legs and his fingers sought out Günter's opening. It was soft and pliant, and needed little coaxing before Gwendal's finger found entry. Gwendal's eyes flicked upwards at Günter's as he wondered, jealously, how many others had chased their passion in this same place.

 

As if sensing Gwendal's thoughts, Günter blushed and mumbled, “I was—ah—quite busy on my own today.”

 

Gwendal gave a short laugh at this (apparently there was no end of surprises in Günter's hidden side) and asked, “Who were you thinking of?”

 

Günter blushed hard and couldn't bring himself to reply. Not when Gwendal seemed to already know the answer anyways!

 

“We are not children.”

 

Günter's brow furrowed as he stared up at Gwendal's serious and lust-tinged face. “Well, no…” he began, unsure of where Gwendal was taking this.

 

Gwendal leaned down and captured Günter's mouth in a kiss before continuing. “I have seen how you look at me, and surely you cannot but be aware of how I stare after you.”

 

“Well, I—I couldn't be sure—”

 

“It took the king and my brother much time and much foolishness to realize, accept and admit that they wanted each other but we…” Gwendal paused to smirk, and it looked so novel that Günter found himself staring in awe. “We,” Gwendal continued, “are men with great desires and no illusion as to whom they are about. Let's not act as they do. I want you, Günter, and I think you want me, too.”

 

Günter inhaled sharply, but couldn't deny him the truth. “…Yes. I do.”

 

Gwendal's smirk widened into a smile and he leaned down to recapture Günter's lips. Günter leaned back in order to offer them up, but then, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of something startling.

 

Turning his head sharply to take it in, Günter ended up missing Gwendal's kiss, but with his eyes fully trained upon the shelves he could not, under any circumstances short of blindness, miss the hundreds and hundreds of cute, if somewhat anomalous, stuffed animals that lined the shelves. Günter gasped as he turned to the right and soaked in the rows and rows of porcelain figurines, everything from puppies to unicorns to milkmaids; and finally, looking to his left, Günter's jaw dropped clear to the floor as he realized he was currently parked on top of a pink and purple satin coverlet.

 

“Something wrong?”

 

“Well, I mean…just look around you!” Günter said, gesturing wildly to the surrounding room. “I mean I—I just, well, I don't think I'm really the right person for you. Sometimes, no, I mean, *always*…I just feel…”

 

Gwendal's eyebrow tweaked. “Feel?” he prodded.

 

“Inadequate,” the fair-haired man replied at long last, a little belated he thought as he was already lying starkers under Gwendal's hovering, hulking frame: surely far too late to be backing out of such a commitment.

 

Gwendal frowned. “How so? Why wouldn't you be the right person for me?”

 

“Well, I'm not very cute or cuddly or fluffy like the things in your room, or the things that you love. I'm just…all…wrong!”

 

Gwendal began to laugh and Günter felt no little amount of hurt. He tried to roll away, but encircled by Gwendal's arms Günter only managed to roll over. He tried, then, to sit up but Gwendal held him fast with a pair of hands on his waist and the small of his back. Günter tried to protest but his mouth was unable to with the tender kisses Gwendal was distributing to the back of his neck. He shivered in delight.

 

“You're such a fool,” Gwendal murmured just behind his ear, before pulling away. With a finger under the other man's chin, he gently turned Günter's head around so that he was able to stare seriously into Günter's eyes. “To me, you *are* cute and cuddly. I've always thought so, and it is only further proven to me whenever I look at you. When I was questioning you in my study, I thought I'd die if I didn't just throw you over the desk right there and then.” Günter's eyes widened, and he wondered (not for the first time) if Gwendal was psychic. “You get so flustered so easily when I speak to you that I can't help but think you're adorable.”

 

Günter's eyes were still wide with disbelief but he couldn't so much as speak for Gwendal's mouth commandeered his own and Günter willingly gave in to the other man's desperate and needy actions. He kissed back with equal emotion, his arm bent backwards in order to wrap around the strong neck. Gwendal laid his body out so that no part of Günter was left uncovered, and the latter man moaned softly as he was caressed head to toe by the wide body he had admired from afar for so long. The body of the man he now knew loved him at least as much as he loved his knitting.

 

Gwendal stretched over to the far corner of his bed and took up a vial of oil he had obviously hidden there for he responded, “for just this day,” when Günter looked at him questioningly. Gwendal then made as if to help prepare Günter for entry, but Günter was far too impatient for that. Günter's earlier ministrations that morning had only served to temporarily satisfy him, while at the same time prepare him, and Gwendal's oral pleasuring had driven him to the limits of his patience. Now that he had the actual man, Günter found that simply couldn't stand for any more teasing.

 

Günter grabbed the small vial and sat up. After pouring some into his palm, he worked it down the length of Gwendal's considerable member. “Come, don't bother with all that,” he whispered in a raw voice. “Take me now, I can take you in.”

 

Gwendal gave a soft groan, and Günter willingly fell forward when Gwendal's hand urged him to do so, and he lifted his hips so as to allow Gwendal greater purchase. Gwendal, for all his size, was quite gentle: his hand slipped under Günter's hip, lifting him and supporting him as Gwendal slipped a large cylindrical pillow beneath Günter. Then Gwendal leaned over and into the light-haired man.

 

Gwendal's hand remained strong and sure on Günter's body, and Günter felt his eyes sliding shut in sheer bliss even as Gwendal's prominent erection slid into his body. Like hand to glove, Günter sighed as his body accommodated the other man. Any pain that Günter might have felt upon that initial entry was far and away, everything else was only pleasure. A soft and genial pleasure, refreshing and relaxing, amiable—

 

Gwendal pulled back and then thrust into him once more, hard and fast. What had seemed dreamlike and surreal suddenly crashed hard into white hot reality. Günter gasped as Gwendal began a furious driving pace. Large hands held his hips, using them to complete the thrusts, so fast and furious and *feral*, and Günter did not have presence of mind to even try and help. He could only cry out with each sharp thrust, his erection pulsing into full life and reaching its limit within seconds as Gwendal stroked over a place inside that sparked a pleasure so piercing Günter was sure he'd faint.

 

“Great One—Gwen—” Günter managed to gasp before his release took him.

 

“Günter…”

 

Günter's eyes had fallen shut once under the intense waves of his orgasm, but now they opened to stare wantonly at Gwendal as he felt himself being moved. Gwendal pulled out of Günter, at which Günter moaned softly. Gwendal then shoved away the pillow and flipped Günter onto his back. Sliding his hands under the small of Günter's back (such large gentle hands!), Gwendal lifted Günter up, angling for re-entry.

 

Günter gave a keening sound as he felt his lover slide back in, his overly sensitized nerves tingling with renewed intensity. “Oh—oh, Gwendal! I'm—again, I'm going to come again!”

 

Gwendal's face was flushed with his exertions, but his mouth curved into a gentle smile. A smile that very often was hidden behind his stern and serious demeanor. The smile that Günter had longed for, *craved* for so long. The smile that was so close to him, yet always so far. Günter's chest swelled with emotion and he reached up for the other man, curving his hand around his neck and drawing him downwards.

 

Drowning in the other man's kiss, surrounded by bunnies and fluffies and rufflies, Günter knew nothing else but intense passion that defied description…

 

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“Are you alright?”

 

Günter's eyes fluttered but he couldn't quite force them to open. He lay sated and exhausted half across Gwendal's broad chest. He only nodded and continued to listen to the rhythm of Gwendal's heart. It had gone from a furious tempest to merely a leisurely pulsation. The soft rise and fall of Gwendal's breathing tempted Günter into a doze. When Gwendal spoke again, the deep rumblings of his voice vibrated through the great chest and into Günter; his shivered at the intimacy of such close contact.

 

“If you're cold, you should move under the covers.”

 

Finally, Günter opened his eyes and tilted his head back to look at Gwendal. Gwendal's eyes were actually closed, and his appeared close to sleep himself. Gwendal's face was utterly smooth, lacking the sharp angles and lines that so often spoke of his stressful and harried days. Günter knew of the political issues on Gwendal's desk, the problems that had persisted in robbing the man of much needed sleep; he knew of the increase in those horrid stuffed animals that Günter had grown to love.

 

He knew that after such an expense of energy, Gwendal would love nothing more than to sleep, deep and at length.

 

But still…*still*…the man was worried about Günter.

 

Always, he looked out for others first. Even before Günter had been the man's lover, even at their most argumentative moments, when they could not agree on any given point, Gwendal had looked out for Günter.

 

Günter felt his mouth curving into a smile.

 

Gwendal was not his ideal man, no, he supposed not, but then he was not Gwendal's either, but somehow, through their long association they had become the other's ideal lover. Across the great chasm, they had reached for each other; through the shadows they had seen the light; as two trees might grow towards each other; as the rose stretches up towards the sun; in the middle, they had met; each one half of a greater whole; yin and…

 

Günter reached up and kissed a spot just under Gwendal's jaw. Gwendal, already well into his snooze, merely made an incoherent sound and kept right on sleeping. Pleasantly warmed, from the activities they had undertaken, from the proximity of Gwendal's body, and yes, from the intense love he was currently gushing for his magnificent lover, Günter settled back down against Gwendal's side and let his eyes slide shut.

 

No, Gwendal was everything he admired in Yuri-heika, Günter decided. Everything, and more.

 

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~~> Elsewhere in the Castle…

 

“So, Yozak, what's your bid?”

 

“I'll say…thirty,” the redhead replied, throwing down some coins. “What about you, man? Whaddaya say?”

 

Conrart smiled at the man at his side. “Well, things like that must work up the appetite…”

 

Yozak winked at him. “Guess you'd know, eh, Conrart?”

 

Conrad ignored the jab and threw down. “I say Wolfram is right, I'll put down thirty for dinner.”

 

Yuri and several of Wolfram's guard laughed. “Dream on, Conrad! They won't be coming out again till morning!”

 

Wolfram leaned over Conrad's shoulder. “Don't count on it, wimp,” he said. “They might get a second wind—like *some* people I could mention—and come down for dinner!”

 

Yuri shook his head. “Doubtful. And, I'll bet that they believe no one knows yet!”

 

“You're on!” shouted one of the stable boys, pulling out his coin purse.

 

The Three instantly began taking wagers for the new bet. “Alright, how many want to bet that they don't know everyone knows?”

 

“I'll bet they don't,” Cheri-sama began.

 

“Whatever,” Anissina said then. “One of them will figure it out soon enough, and I'll bet Günter tries to sneak back to his room during the night when no one's around.”

 

“Send a guard,” Doria instructed the other two.

 

Just another day at the Castle Covenant…

 

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Me: Freakin' Gwendal's name! Ergh! I keep wanting to type GwendEl, with an “e,” not GwendAl! I keep getting it mixed up with this old story I read a billion years ago, something about a dragon, or possibly just a monster, and the name Grendel…

Tommy: That was many moons ago, Mistress…

Me: Anyhoo…I wanted to write an Adult love story. And I don't just mean X-rated. That I can do—

Tommy: Oh the immodesty!

Me: *super-ignoring* —No, I wanted to showcase Gwendal and Günter as adults. All of my other stories involve characters who are much younger, teenagers mostly. No, Gwen and Günter are MEN. I wanted to make their story manly, and mature, and…I dunno.

Tommy: …Brilliant.

Me: Yeah, I think I blew it, ahaha, and just did what I normally do. Well, in any case,if you enjoyed it drop me a line, if you hated it, drop me a line, and as always if you've made it this far, thanks for reading!

 

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