Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Settoku no Sei-kun ❯ Chapter 1 ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: After all the concentrating… where did that word come from? Controversy about what the relationships were, I straightened it so no one have a heart attack ok XD

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Koji: Only after you post a disclaimer

Me: It's in the middle

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“This is the third time this week isn't it?” Gunter sighed miserably, head on the table. He was incredibly stressed out from Anissina's newest and wacky contraptions. Gwendal nodded in agreement.

“This is ridiculous,” he said, arms folded against his chest. Anissina in all her crimson pink haired glory stood before the two men, now scolding them.

“Nonsense boys! You two have been single long enough! And don't let me hear you talking in your sleep about women again Gwendal!” she chastised. The general was taken aback. When had he talked about women in his sleep? As far as he knew he didn't even sleep some of the times. With his Majesty gone, how could anyone get some sleep? Especially Gunter, as much as he worried over Yuuri.

“Anissina-san we don't have time for women—”

“Of course you do! As much as you sit around! My newest invention is—”

“That's quite alright Anissina-san,” Gunter hastily put in, hands up in self-defense, “but both Gwendal and I are very tired and not in the mood for any new inventions right now. Please forgive us!”

Before the haughty girl could protest, Gwendal took the hint and they both stodd up and left Gwendal's office, silently agreeing that they'd both send Anissina on a very long vacation soon.

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Spring had sprung. Quite literally. Gwendal moaned. His springs had sprung. He was out in the garden, flustered and hot. Damn this weather! He fanned himself. It didn't help. He took of his upper garments, coat shirt and all. Better, but still hot. The fountain was so tempting…. It's majestically spewing icy crystal clear water beckoned him. He bathed his hands, sitting on the edge, half clothed. So good… so cool… The weather was warm but he shouldn't be that hot. He thought back to this morning at breakfast…..

`Do you think Anissina-san has given up with that new concoction of hers?' Gunter asked him.

`Probably not,' he replied with a whisper as the said girl arrived, humming merrily to herself. She carried drinks on a tray and served it to them for their breakfast. They eyed the beverages warily. She huffed, one hand on her hip, blue eyes glaring dangerously.

`It's not poisoned you know. And if you don't like cider you could try that new potion I whipped up that you stubbornly refused to last night.' She was mocking them.

`Eh that's alright! Thanks Anissina-san,' Gunter said hastily, taking his cup and sipping it. After a moment of nothing happening, no turning into a canary or sprouting and extra head, it seemed safe. Gwendal drank. It was just plain old apple cider. Sighing with relief as Anissina-san skipped away, still humming he said, `I think Anissina-san just wants a man to fall in love with her.' Gunter nearly snorted his cider.

`I would think so too. She's just trying to find a reason to give it to one of us….' We shuddered, fearing to think what it'd be like to be under Anissina-san's clutches….. our wife.

Well, those history scrolls won't sort themselves,' Gunter sighed, lavender hair getting in his way as he stood.

`I'll get your dishes,' Gwendal offered. It really was empty here without Yuuri to cause trouble; the breakfast table had emptied so quickly….

Anissina-san I'm going to kill you…. Whatever she had given us this morning to drink had to be it. What is it she called her crazy love potion? Sexual Persuasion-kun or something like that? Oh my God what has she DONE to me?! Gwendel groaned, laying against the cool stone side of the fountain, arms dangling in the water. It was now absolute: he despised women and he would NEVER EVER be a guinea pig to Anissina-san's trickery and experimentations again. He wondered if Gunter was feeling the same way. Oddly he didn't have to ask.

“It's rather hot out here isn't it Gwendal?” Gunter asked, panting and pulling on the collar of his robe.

“You have to ask?” the man growled in reply. He was so tempted to sit in the fountain and soak but somehow it didn't really appeal to his dignity.

“The fountain water's so cool,” Gunter observed already splashing into the cold sparkling water like a child. His clothes clung tightly to his body, soaking his hair. “Ahhh….”

“Gunter,” Gwendal barked in annoyance, “what are you doing? Where is your shame?!”

Gunter didn't seem to be paying attention. He struggled to get his wet shoes off. It really did look tempting. Gwendal pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the fountain, folding his clothes and taking his shoes off. At least some of his clothes would stay dry.

“Don't make me come in after you,” the general growled irately, though in all honesty he prayed that Gunter would be stubborn. The young man sitting in the fountain sighed, his arms stretched out on the stone, like someone relaxing at the side of a pool. He gave a lazy sort of smile.

“Ah spring, Gwendal, is in the air.” The general clambered in after his friend, the nearly knee deep water catching his legs and making him stumbled. He tripped, catching himself in Gunter's lap but not before ducking under the waves of the water. Fountain water trickled on his head from where it spouted. Gunter laughed.

“Come on, you idiot,” Gwendal muttered, taking him by his collar and dragging him out of the fountain. He was sad to leave the water and at Gunter's protest he hesitated but how silly they must have looked, playing in the fountain like children! Like his Majesty…..

They lay sprawled out in the grass under the warm sunshine, Gwendal panting from his exertion. Gunter was heavier than he thought. Without notice, Gunter sat up, and stripped. He sat in a puddle of his clothes, completely bare. Gwendal blushed. He has no shame…. Lavender hair clung to a porcelain body. Why was he blushing? Dammit WHY was Gunter blushing? DAMMIT why was Gwendal blushing back?! Damn this season… Spring…. He would seek vengeance with a fury like no other. Not even the Maou could mount to his superior wrath! The lavender haired man lay back in the grass and sighed.

“I feel like a child again,” he said softly, rolling over on his side. Dammit Gunter roll the other way! At least if I have to stare let it be at your backside! How embarrassing. Gwendal closed his eyes. Why was he thinking of his friend this way? Sexual Pursuasion. Dammit he'd skin Anissina alive… if only he wasn't so damned fearful of her. Images haunted his head. His eyes snapped open. Soft grey eyes, hinting at a violet color stared back at him serenely, pleased, like the gentle look a mother gives her child.

Dammit Gunter pull those clothes up I can almost see your—oh shit. Was he…. He couldn't be…. not to… his closest companion! But dammit he was. He was getting hard just from looking at Gunter's naked form and it wasn't as if he could actually see… anything…. But he could tell that light lavender color was Gunter natural hair color…. Dammit stop being so perverted.

“What are you thinking Gwendal?” Gunter asked, softly, playfully, twisting grass between his fingers. He rolled back on his back, his eyes never leaving Gwendal's. The older man blushed, clearing his throat.

“That we should get back in our clothes and get back to work,” he replied, but that wasn't quite what he was thinking.

“Mmmm… Gwendal,” Gunter crooned, “come play with me.” STOP BEING A PERVERT GWENDAL! He was shouting at himself now…. Man am I getting paranoid. How disturbing. He couldn't believe he was going to do what he was about to. He crawled over to Gunter, sitting between his legs, determined not to make such a fool of himself. He could still change this if he wanted to. He opened his mouth. Tried to tell Gunter to stop this nonsense, but no words came out.

His brother looked up to him, eyes narrowed playfully, lustfully. Dammit he wasn't thinking the same thing….. was he? Gwendal swallowed hard, sat up, one hand to his head, trying not to. DAMMIT ANISSINA WHAT DID YOU GIVE ME?!

“Gwendal,” Gunter said softly, the tip of his index finger just barely in his mouth, teasing Gwendal. The ebony haired man couldn't take it. He blamed most of it on Anissina-san's love potion. He also blamed part of it on all his pent up emotions, his rage, his frustrations, his annoyance and anger. God make this quick. Much to his horror but to the majority of his pleasure he kissed his life-long friend. In the long life of a mazoku he never dreamed of kissing Gunter. Not even after eating one of his terrible dishes, on those days when no one else was around to cook. Wolfram even cooked better than Gunter for crying out loud and he was still a child! It wasn't just a polite kiss either. It was a deep soul pressing I'm-going-to-fuck-you-so-hard-you-won't-sit-for-a-week kiss. A very possessive, tongue tying, making use of nipping playfully and not-so-playfully kiss. He was laying over his partner, one hand on his bare porcelain chest. God just looking at his face that way made him hard. He blushed deeply, completely aware that both their arousals were quite demanding.

He swallowed, tried one last time to reason with himself, shrugged and gave in. He was all over his friend. Gunter moaned as Gwendal took his skin with his lips. Anywhere, everywhere: he had to have him… NOW. Damn these pants were getting tight. Gwendal growled, hands running down Gunter's sides as the younger man moaned beneath him, spreading his legs farther in welcome to his lover's much needed touches. He gasped as Gwendal grasped his length, fondling him, playing with him, pumping and touching him so pleasurably. The older man made sure to have a hold on both Gunter wrists with one hand, crossed above his head so he couldn't protest in any way. Gwendal teased him, now kissing his chest. He could only think, `Mine.' Gunter is mine. He's mine. He softly kissed up his friend's neck, smiling a faint smile at the thought. Gunter moaned for contact. He was already slick with pre cum.

Gwendal stilled his strokes, with much whimpering from the uke and silenced him with a kiss. That fiery kiss arose his needs and passions again. He thought he had been in control himself but now an animalistic desire rose above his human rationalization and he desperately clung to the body beneath him, pulling Gunter up, arms around his back and sitting him in his lap, furthering the release in his manhood. God his pants were so damn tight. Gunter ran his fingers through raven hair, such soft delicate fingers…. He kissed his forehead softly as Gwendal became preoccupied with unbuttoning his pants. Once freed he pressed his body against Gunter's, running his hands up and down his pale, smooth thighs, kissing his belly. Must have hit a sweet spot. Gunter clutched Gwendal's head, nearly doubled over atop him and stuttered a short cry. Just below the navel eh? Gwenal took no mercy.

*Disclaimer: I told you it was in the middle of the story XD at such a good part too…… WELL I don't own Kyou Kara Maou, I'm just using em because I'm evil :3 *

“Ha… ahh….ah…” Gunter could only manage, twisting and writhing, muscle contracting as Gwendal attacked his sweet spot, at the same time preparing the young man's body for something he had probably never before witnessed.

“Oh God,” Gunter whined, still clutching desperately to Gwendal's head and shoulders as his love took him by the hips, lowering him onto his arousal which stood stiffly at attention. Gods…… Gwendal groaned. He was still tight but dammit he couldn't be so slow. He growled, completely embedded as Gunter hugged him tightly, moaning softly. The older man's hands wandered up a soft, white back, rubbing such delicate skin tenderly. The fountain… but would it be too rough? The thought left his head as soon as it entered. Shuffling towards the fountain, Gwendal propped Gunter against the side of stone, leaning back to take one good look at him. Yep… he was fuckable… and just begging to be taken. Gwendal, as the rightfully placed general that he was, took no mercy…. Unless finding a good release counted. Arms supporting his friend's legs, Gwendal clutched thin hips, leaning against fairly broad shoulders, bracing against the ground as he began to thrust, slowly at first, to loosen him, then at a much faster, harder pace. Gunter was soon gasping at every thrust completely lost to react and instead giving in to melt with pleasure, tears lining his eyes from both slight pain and an overwhelming pleasure.

Gwendal thumped his brother hard against the fountain, eliciting a loud cry, nothing like the moans he had been previously getting. Face against the older man's shoulder, Gunter cried out again. The veteran general had good precision; once he had found Gunter's prostate he made sure not to miss it and what a reward that was. Gunter was writhing, muscles contracting, constricting, releasing momentarily to contract again. Goddammit Gwendal don't draw it out! Grey eyes went wide and with a whimper Gunter attacked his brother, legs managing themselves around Gwendal's waist, squeezing tightly, arms thrown around his neck, pulling him into a deep, breathless kiss before knocking him over on the grass in his release, rolling over twice before coming to stop, moaning as Gwendal finished his own release, finally beginning to relax. He was propped up by his hands over Gunter, looking at the pouting man's face, panting, his body sweaty from the exertion.

“I think the fountain might be good about now,” he panted. He was feeling dizzy. He didn't need to pass out from heat exhaustion.

“Yeah,” Gunter nodded, sprawled in the grass, one arm above his head, one across his forehead as Gwendal fixed himself. Dammit Gunter it should be a crime to look so sexy.

He walked shakily towards the fountain.

“Coming?” he panted, leaning on the side of the fountain with a determined, set face.

“Mmmm who me or you? Again?” Gunter sighed, laughing quietly to himself. “Yes.” He got on all fours and crawled over to the fountain before swinging one leg over into the water, raising an eyebrow as Gwendal blushed at the position, and settling himself in the cool water. It wasn't exactly a bath but it'd be weird to walk into the castle naked or with soaked clothes. Gwendal laughed at the whole situation.

“This is really bizarre.” Gunter nodded. “If you ever tell anyone—”

“I'll start digging your grave,” Gunter joked, but his expression was stolid. They both laughed.

“Coming?” Gunter asked.

“Probably, if you keep touching yourself like that,” Gwendal replied, still blushing. Gunter flustered in response too, hands leaving his body from their cleansing.

“Wouldn't it be terrible if his Majesty appeared in this fountain?” Gunter pondered after a moment of silence.

“If he's summoned to this fountain while we're like this, I'll make sure to have the king's head on a silver platter.”

Gunter looked at Gwendal fondly.

“I almost hate to tell you but after breakfast I agreed to try Anissina-san's potion….”

“Oh Lord…”

“But all it did was give me rabbit ears.” The statement hung in the air. Somehow, Gwendal didn't want to draw any conclusions but he couldn't help but think…. If Anissina-san used her potion on Gunter after breakfast…… then she couldn't have put anything in their cider during breakfast. Gwendal really wished it was summer right about then.

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