Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Rage Love and an Honest Proposal

Rating: NC-17

Warnings; this chapter gets graphic…lots of Gwendal and Günter

Pairings: GxG YxW

Notes: I need someone to beta for me. Ok some people didn't like in the last chapter where the Maou was actually having some trouble with the soldier…ok the reason he was losing…he wasn't…he was going easy on the soldier because the Yuuri on the inside didn't want blood shed. Then he can't hold back anymore and is Soooo ready to take his life. Now we go to Wolfram getting dragged from the scene…..

 

Chapter 4

 

“Damn it Yuuri, let me GO!” screamed the boy trying to wriggle free from the other's grasp. The Maou was, however; holding strong onto the blond. Wolfram was furious, yet worried still. Then as they entered into a grand library, the young prince found himself against the stacks of books.

 

“Remember prince, I am far from Yuuri” smirk “I would never let such a beautiful prize as you free.” The Maou moved his face in extremely close to the blonds. Shock was evident and appropriate especially since not long after he felt his lips covered by the dark boy's warm, soft lips. During any normal situation Wolfram would have wanted this more than anything, he would have practically feel into it like a hungry, starving animal, but now he felt nothing. There were no fireworks, no mewing, and no sudden urge to give all or want more. This person was not the Yuuri he wanted; he was not the Yuuri he loved.

 

Then hungry fro more, the king tried to turn the innocence in the kiss a complete 180, he wanted to be inside that pixie before him more than anything, and so he tried to push his tongue in through those pink lips. Wolfram quickly rewarded him by pushing him away. The Maou was thoroughly surprised and taken aback. “Why do you oppose me so?!”

 

Wolfram could not hide the pained look on his face. “Like you said, you are not Yuuri, and I belong to him; only him.” The prince stated that clearly even if behind those emerald green orbs the other saw the pain such a great devotion was causing him. How many times had wolfram prayed that he would find someone else, how many times had he just wanted to have a sordid affair…..he just never could. Maybe this time Wolfram had wanted himself to like it, he tried to force himself, but the thought made him sick to his stomach. That wasn't Yuuri and even if it had been….Yuuri would have never kissed him purpose, and so he knew that he couldn't want the part like the part he wanted every night as he fell into his slumber.

 

“You would be so devote? What of that soldier? How am I, the counterpart of Yuuri, not good enough? The king was letting anger seep into his voice, sounding very much like an angry child. The blond fought with the demons in his heart. A voice kept telling him that he could have Yuuri here and now, it would be the Maou, but he could just imagine it was Yuuri. Wolfram was too good for that though, he knew he wouldn't be able to stand the quilt.

 

“That was not my choice, and as far as for my devotion…” The prince stared him blankly in the eye. “I will rise and fall with him, protect him, and love him even if I can never please him. He is a wimp I know” He tried to keep his emotions in check “I can't love anyone else now that I have sealed my heart in his grasp.”

 

The Maou turned away from him, not able to take that look any longer. “I see…” he sighed “Do you want to know why he changed into me? He changed into me out of confusion because of you….”

 

Wolfram blinked “Because of me?!”

 

“He was confused as to why the boy that had chased him so relentlessly was kissing someone else.”

 

Wolfram only looked at a nearby bookshelf, he could have only hoped that the transformation had been for him, but he was now proven that hopes didn't matter. He couldn't seem to understand that he WAS the reason. He damned himself for his stupidity, and now that look was back that wolfram had seen before. The look of an incomplete Maou, thus causing confusion within him “Yuuri wasn't just confused, he was angry” and with those words the form fell to the wooden floor returning to its original form.

 

“Oh it is such a terribly bad omen! We must find his majesty!!!” Gunter ran amuck in his room from which Gwendal refused to let him escape. Sadly, if the grouchy demon had known the earth game pinball he would have most likely associated Gunter with the small metal marble. The lavender haired man went from chair to bed to window to Gwendal. Every now and again he would knock something from its perch, ten point, an extra twenty points for the one who can guess what he said shortly after each item hit the floor.

 

“Gunter, find your sanity! Screaming and fretting like a small child will not help his majesty in the slightest.” Gwendal rubbed his aching temple, how could he fall in love with such a noisy man.

 

Gunter stood from his current seating on his bed. “But Gwendal, it is not for his majesty's sake that I fear, but for Lord Wolfram. The Maou can be a violent, ruthless, not to mention beautiful king at times, and on the other hand Wolfram's mouth tends to get the better of him” That caused Gwendal to think of other times that mouths had gotten away with themselves. Sadly it was replaced by his wailing cranium.

 

Needless to say, once another bolt of frightening struck Gunter's insanity returned and his next destination was Gwendal. On his way the lavender haired mage just happen to nudge a music box from its stand, 200 points. He did not even bother with the thought of it once he had reached Sir VonVoltiere.

 

A for Gwendal, having to stand for Gunter's hysterics was one thing he was not apt to put up with at that point and time. He clutched the man's upper arm's quieting him, and in return his heads pain subsided. Gunter was frozen before him, and the ice beyond Gwendal's eyes had melted, not entirely, but enough to see the summer wanting to peek through. Gwendal, having been very irritated by their previous interruption, decided now was as good a time as any to continue. The marble began to roll with nothing helping it to gain momentum.

 

Gwendal passionately, but gently, placed his lips on Gunter's. His issues were son forgotten, the marble had fallen, game over, and now Gunter was filling like he had the high score. The mage had tossed away his adopted confusion within seconds and had his arms wrapped firmly around Gwendal's neck. The kiss was strong; being both passionate and sensual, it was a kiss that easily satisfied both. Thankfully, for Gwendal's sake, it did not satisfy Gunter's libido, and Gwendal was also thankful for his abilities to hold Gunter in his place.

 

As the kiss continued, neither of them needing to come up for air, Gunter laced his hands in Gwendal's hair causing him to tighten the hold on his hips and a hand moved to his face. That touch was Gwendal's……The darker man tilted the others head back as to get a better angle just before leaving his lips for a more desirable destination, Gunter's collarbone. The mage let out a pleasured moan as one of his many weak spots was exploited by nipping and sucking. Oh man, what a hell of a nosebleed he would have had if he walked in on this! Feeling an electric desire tearing through his body, the lavender haired man helped to undo Gwendal's overcoat. Doing so Gunter was making what he wanted very obvious, he just hoped his lover would catch on.

 

Noticing his buttons were being unclasped and the confidence behind the hands that done so, the first son stopped to stare into his long-term friends eyes. Warm stares passed between the two and through that they physically explained to one another that they did not have to have what was soon coming to show their love. Still the craving was there. Gunter smiled at the man before him, to him he had gotten the highest score possible, and he had long forgotten Yuuri and Wolfram. A kiss was gently placed on the mages forehead and his cloak skillfully pushed from his shoulders. Within seconds, Günter had pushed back the green coat of Gwendal's as well and through another passionate kiss anxiously tried to unbutton Gwendal's pants. He shook his head and sat his lover atop the bed; Günter was confused as his partner moved away from him. He tried to speak, but was quickly silenced before his lover pointed toward the cracked double doors. Beyond that area he saw two sets of eyes to who he gathered to be some spy of some sort, however; he was amazed to see Gwendal just coolly close the door. Squeals could be heard beyond the wood of the doors, he was wrong; it had not been spies, but gambling maids.

 

Gunter flushed thinking of what they would have done if they would had seen them make love. BAMB…there was his libido again, knocking down his rational thought. With that, Gwendal didn't take much time in undressing himself, and teasingly undressing Gunter. He held before him gorgeous, untainted, cream skin and the glory that was his lovers blushing body. The eldest prince was awe struck at the beauty; he had never truly gotten the chance to look over the other before. He was supple and smooth like a woman, but still cut in ways to show he was once a soldier, it was a proud body, all the way down to the lavender tuff of hair from where his weeping sex protruded. God he could pay that homage on a daily basis.

 

As for Günter, once he overcame his embarrassment, he admired the body that came to lie over him. He let his hands trace over the cut, tanned chest, to his muscular arms, then strong hips, and finally back up to rest tenderly on his cheek. “You are a work of art Gwendal.” He said longingly and blushed; the man above him cracked a smile and damn if Günter didn't think that made him look ten times as good.

 

“Maybe, but how does a man who has a thin line of sanity at times have such a beautiful form, I make a wager that no animal in all the demon kingdom can look as cute as you do now.” Gwendal kicked himself inwardly for being so mushy, and finding himself unable to remember what he had truly wanted to say. Still he was rewarded with a hug from his lover. After brief sentiments, the two continued their journey for the conquest of one another. Gunter allowed Gwendal to do with him as he pleased and in turn caressed the darker man, that to which Gwendal did not complain in the slightest.

 

The prince soon left his position to leave his rosy marks all down the panting and mewing mage. From side to side, form tender flesh to tender flesh, the man left no area untouched by his lips, tongue, or teeth, and for every area he received a gracious moan of pleasure. Gwendal wanted this to last, he wanted to make love to Günter and possess him in ways the Maou would never be able to. There was a common trait between him and wolfram, after all. To his misfortune, however; he was undone by Günter's rocking hips, that caused mind melting beautiful friction between their erections, Gwendal himself released a moan before he was flipped over and Gunter rested atop him. The mages hair fell down around his face like a waterfall and the only thing more beautiful to his lover at that time was those lust filled eyes. Now was Gunter's turn to tease, he went about his job by rocking his hips and kissing his partners flesh.

 

The once serious prince's eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head at the sheer feel of Gunter's lips on him. Things changed rather quickly for Günter lowered himself to Gwendal's member and unsure of himself, took the tip in his mouth. He began such a peaceful suction that Gwendal couldn't help but groan. Finally, Gwendal pushed him away from his erection. Ti was a great feeling that had been given to him before a few times before this one, but he didn't want Gunter doing something like that. Something just didn't sit well with him. The mage was a little surprised by this and possibly even disappointed. Seeing this, the elder prince pulled him down for a tender kiss. The kiss was skillfully shifted from Gunter's lips to his neck. A silent scream came from the lavender haired man's mouth as his soft spot was nipped at. Finding his chance, Gwendal pressed a welcome finger into his partner's mouth.

 

The other man eagerly accepted each finger with light suckling and his tongue. A few gasps escaped him along the way, along with a flurry of moans once he was flipped back to the bottom position, and his nipple was seized. As Gwendal's tongue and teeth teased one, one hand teased the other, and his final free hand was caressing his upper thigh.

 

“Oh…Gwendal” he had tried to keep quiet, but he was being filed with so many sensations, he knew if he didn't call the other's name, he would float away.

 

Gwendal decided soon to change sides and give the neglected pale pink bud the same attention as the other. Feeling as if he had Gunter distracted by this, he placed a slick finger inside mage's tight, oh so very tight, entrance. For a moment Günter wriggled at the intrusion and stiffened, but after a few breathes he was once again distracted. After all, Gunter knew well the ways for men to have sex; he was after all the royal tutor even if he himself had never fully experienced it……

 

To better help him cope, Gunter clutched his lover's shoulders. In response the man took Gunter's erection and began pumping him, he wanted to make this the most pleasurable for the both of them even if the other was becoming more an more resistant with each finger added. Günter tried his hardest to hide his whimpers, but found it impossible when he added a third finger. “AHHHH!”

 

“Sorry Gunter, just a little more.” The man did not lie, because within a moment he had found the man's prostate causing him to arch and come onto both his stomach and Gwendal's hand. Now came the hard part for the mage, and Gwendal knew it wouldn't be good for him for a good while. He took himself in his hand after lifting Gunter's legs to his shoulder and leaned into his lover's ear.

 

“I love you” he purred before pushing forward. The mage had felt the head push against his entrance but had paid it no mind for his heart had done a complete 360. Before Günter had realized it, Gwendal had the tip of his erection within him. He moaned, it hurt so much, but he wanted it, he would have it no other way. Thankfully Gwendal had the endurance of a bull and the patience of a sloth, thus giving the smaller figure beneath him time to adjust.

 

When the other man touched his cheek tenderly, he hadn't even realized that he had clenched his eyes so he didn't have to see the pain on his partners face. Now he was looking into the eyes of his aforementioned partner that was filled with not just lust but tenderness, a tenderness that gave noting but complete and utter trust. Having been firmly reassured, Gwendal pushed himself forward, finishing the sheathing of his member into the mages body. He was rewarded a grunt of discomfort before he pushed himself in once more experimentally.

 

Gunter, strangely enough, loved this feeling even if it hurt a little, he didn't mind at all. “Gwendal please.” He pleaded after waiting a good while for his lover to move. The prince was quite taken aback and had never seen someone so eager, he began to wonder very briefly if Günter would have truly made it that far with his majesty. The pale man was moving around causing Gwendal's endurance barrier to fall and he moved in and out of the smaller man slow enough not to damage him , but quick enough to pleasure him.

 

It didn't take long for the pain in the mage's passage to die away and the feeling of being split changed to an odd fullness that grew as the dark haired man grew closer to a particular spot. Gunter bit his lip. As for Gwendal, he wanted to ear his lover's voice, even though his aim was gentleness and love, he forced a thrust deep within him, striking his pleasure spot.

 

“Ahh!” The mage moaned very loudly, and in turn his lover buried hid his head in his neck and sought his prostate over and over again. Gunter tried his best to keep hold of the sweaty back as he moaned in rhythm to Gwendal's thrusts. Gunter's erection was a the point of nearly overflowing as Gwendal spoke sweet nothings and chants of his name into his ear. “Call my name so I can hear it from you loud and clear.” Was the last thing Gunter heard from his lover before he climaxed onto his and his lover's stomach. And with that Günter jerked and shout Gwendal's name as loud as the confines of his throat and orgasm would allow, the mage was sure that Stoffel could hear it all the way in his kingdom. With Gunter's cry it thus signaled release in one dry thrust, and the mage was overfilled with his partner's seed.

 

The two collapse purely exhausted and spent from their activities, but Gwendal had enough spared energy to remove from the pale form and draw him into his arms. He planted a simple kiss to Gunter's forehead. As for the normally hyper man, he was content, relaxed, and basking in the afterglow. Neither knew why, but as they lie there they became almost sure they had been cast from stone for the sole purpose of being with one anther, and neither wanted to let go.

 

“Gwendal” spoke Günter after a while of just lying there, and the stretched silence beginning to become a problem.

 

“Yes” he answered sleepily, not in his usual standoffish voice.

 

“Would I be wrong or out of place if I told you I loved you?”

 

Gwendal smiled and breathed in Gunter's scent, the scent of knew books and violets. “I love you too, Gunter, now go to sleep”

 

“Right” there was silence throughout the room and for poor Gunter it was a little compacting.” “I'm worried about his majesty….do you think he is ok?”

 

“Gunter”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Go to sleep or your sleeping on the balcony” Gunter laughed slightly, snuggled to Gwendal, and drifted away.

The room belonging to the king was now lit by only three barely lit candles. The storm had passed, Seth was locked away, and as for Yuri he was just waking. His surroundings were blurry at first, but he soon adjusted. By the bed he saw Wolfram seemingly asleep in a chair. The moon was shining on his blond hair causing it to look as though the boy had a halo, Yuri almost laughed at his choice of thoughts. Pushing back his covers, Yuri took note of the boy's breathing a few feet from him.

 

The king, as Yuri himself, was sure of one thing, he could know nothing else. He knew what he had heard, seen, and done, well most of it. He also knew something else as he leaned his lips onto wolfram. The truly awake boy participated in the kiss unsure if it was the Maou having come back to finish what he started, or his imagination. He honestly didn't care at the moment. But when he opened his eyes, he was met with HIS Yuri's face. The boy almost fell from his chair pushing Yuri from him.

 

“What the...Why did you…..What's going on here?!” screamed wolfram standing up in demand. Yuri on the other hand didn't know how to reply, he had honestly done what he wanted to, he didn't have a good reason. After he had asked his question the prince had wanted to take it back.

 

“Because I wanted to, and I knew you were awake.” Yuri blushed “I've slept with you long enough to know how you breathe when you're awake.”

 

“Whatever!” Wolfram scoffed “Don't take pity on me, I don't need it, wimp!”

 

Yuri knew that was a lie “Not to mention, when you're sleeping, you rarely look like any angel I know.” Wolfram blushed behind that double-sided comment. “I wasn't pitying you, and I know that's a lie because you call me a wimp all the time yet you vow to always remain by my side” the prince looked at him shocked. Yuri had apparently heard everything that had passed between him and the Maou. “You're mine, right?”

 

Wolf stared at him a few tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “Why did you change, tell me. Why did you change after seeing Seth kiss me?” his voice began showing his sobs which were part of humiliation and part of joy.

 

Yuri scratched his head. “I suppose because I got jealous and angry, I had had you the whole time to myself and I never got an open moment to question the possibility that I liked you and wouldn't have you forever.” He looked his fiancé square in the face. “I guess at that time I wanted to be the only one to touch you, I didn't want to think you would leave me.”

 

Wolfram couldn't help but say aloud “Now you see why I am always the way I am.” He stood dazed, with those aforementioned tears threatening to overflow at any moment. “Answer me this” the king nodded “Do you love me? Or is it just like I am a possession to you?”

 

Yuri shook his head. “Like I said Wolfram, I was so jealous of him, and after I tried to say to myself that you're a guy, but I realized I have come to see you beyond being a male. I don't really know the best way to say it, but maybe the reason I treated you like you were a nuisance was because I kept thinking of you like a guy would a girl.” The prince just stared at him and Yuri was beginning to get uncomfortable. “Oh I don't know! I guess what I'm trying to get to is I fell in love with you.” The blond stared at him still with shock unsure if he was hearing correctly. “Strangely enough I haven't been able to think of another girl or guy the way I do you. HA HA, man am I sounding sappy….”he looked to wolfram's blank face. “Awe come on call me a wimp, strangle me, or even jab me with your sword, at least say something!”

 

Honestly at the moment Wolfram was unsure of everything his pride prevented him from screaming his love in return, where as his hand on his chair back kept him sure that he was sane. Then the tears fell, tears of joy that Yuri began to mistake for tears of pain. It really didn't help matters that Wolf tried to hide his face.

 

“Oh no, Wolf I'm sorry, did I do some weird Demon insult tradition or something.” Yuri did a funny sort of dance. “is it the way I was standing, or maybe some sort of trinket I dropped.” The king searched around him for the source of his fiancé's tears. Below his barefoot he found something round. “AH AH! This button, is this it, it's got to be, hmm.” The king went on mumbling about a strange culture and weird insults.

 

“You wimp” sniffed Wolfram removing his hands and smiling behind tears. Yuri looked at him with a brow raised. The king was gong to apologize for whatever he had done, but before he knew it wolfram had leapt at him wrapping his arms around Yuri's neck. The king was glad to have wolf's arms around him, but he was worried. It wasn't everyday the blond boy laughed, cried, and called him a wimp at the same time. The prince was obviously so ecstatic that even his pride was wrapped away for a while.

 

“Yuri you wimp!” he clung tighter practically forcing Yuri to hug him back to which the boy did without grudge. It was still awkward for Yuri to be doing stuff like this and thinking some of the things it caused him to think, but after months with the blond he knew he rather have it no other way. It had to be this way. After all, his first signs came from jealousy of his other half, so this time he wasn't going to make a mistake. Wolfram was all he would ever have, and even if he decided to leave, the prince would follow him to hell and back.

 

“So you just care for me, you don't love me?” he teased “Well I could always find Gunter.” He pushed Wolfram gently from his body.

 

“YOU CHEATER! I love you more than anyone, especially Gunter!” the young soldier shouted then covered his mouth as his pride gave him a good swift kick in the rump. “Damn, he tricked me' Yuri laughed at him a little then blushed himself before tenderly wiping the tear trials from those soft pink cheeks. Wolfram shivered, “Your hands are still a little clammy.”

 

Yuri withdrew right away “I guess your right, after all I did beat the crap out of one of your soldiers in a thunderstorm….” The other only turned his node up at the comment. Now all Yuri should think about was if his fiancé's lips were as soft as the Maou had mocked. All he could do was stare as a tongue flicked across to wet chapping lips. Silence. “Hey, Wolf, can I kiss you?”

 

Wolfram busied himself with removing his sheath. “Of course we are engaged after-----“ the boy didn't even continue for once he felt those hands touch his shoulders gently he wanted to break down in joy once again. His king rotated him until they met eye to eye, he then leaned I gently to let their lips touch. The kiss was sweet, and damn if wolfram couldn't have lit up all of Japan with the fireworks that exploded from the contact, it was also tender, not to mention quick. When they pulled from each other they decided it best to retest just to make sure they experience was correct. This next one was heated, neither had tried to turn it into anything else yet, but it was extremely powerful. With such a kiss, Yuri's thrust for exploration was awoken.

 

The king unbuttoned Wolfram's overcoat while the blond just gently glided his hand up the boy's shirt. After, the coat had piled to the floor, the king wondered what his fiancé would do if he kissed the nape of his neck. He did so and the prince pressed his body against the other. The two had no coherent idea where this was going, but continued onward anyhow. Yuri, in his curiosity, untucked the last shirt to feel the pink skin beneath. `Oh god he's so soft, just like a girl' The blond mewed at the caressing of his blushing body, gods he never expected things to happen like this.

 

The baseball boy was enjoying himself more than ever being able to touch and love something so gorgeous, but things came to a halt when he grabbed for wolfram's belt. “Wait, I don't think we should” Wolf was a tad bit embarrassed “Maybe not tonight at the least, promise me…” Yuri blinked in confusion...'Does he mean?...AH of course I won't do that' Wolfram turned his head away “Promise me that you won't go beyond kissing, until I think we're ready.” The blond prince kissed him and he nodded obediently. He had just wanted a feel of everything that was wolfram, but he told himself that every time he looked to the boy, he was his. They belonged to one another.

 

“Wait a minuet. You're saying you're an 82 year old virgin?!?!?!?”

 

A/N: YAY only like 2 or 3 more chapters to go! I am so sorry about the sex scene in this one…it really didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, it was a first time thing with Gwendal and Gunter…I started to type it up and tried to make it better. I realized that to make it better I would have to rewrite the whole thing and at the time it was just rushing to get it typed up on the computer so I could post it. Anyhow, I hope you liked the jist of it, and I know it was a quick relationship turn between Yuri and Wolfram, but let's just say Yuri has been thinking about this for a while and finally decided Wolfram really was for him. If that is not a good enough reason….look at it this way, Yuri is a teenager. Most teenagers now a days would sleep with someone who told them their dress looked nice. Well that aside, please review, please?!