Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Sunshine ❯ Lust ( Chapter 4 )

Sunshine IV

 

Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.

Pairings: Conrad and Wolfram, others mentioned

Warnings: Incest, sex, and spoilers for episodes 25 and 26

Dedication: All pot smoking references come from slytherininblack, who passed the idea along.

 

Conrad carefully read the reports for his mission.

This was the latest in a series, usually investigating unrest in the human villages within Shin Makoku borders, or finding the loyalty of any of the great lords. They were dangerous, dirty missions; perfect for keeping Conrad distracted.

At least, they did during the day. He refused to let himself dwell on the sleepless nights.

He had hoped that in the year since he had begun taking these missions that his… problem, would have gone away. He had the company of Yozak (But they'd done nothing at all in the way of sex), and enough trouble to keep himself very busy.

Sometimes, it was enough. He was so exhausted at night that he could not think to miss the familiar scent no longer on his pillow. He was so amused with Yozak that he didn't think he was missing the barbed conversation of a certain blond.

Then he would return to Blood Pledge Castle, and he would find himself lusting (falling in love?) all over again.

Every time he went back, he would see Gwendal and his mother… and Wolfram would avoid him in public.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Conrad did not look up.

Wolfram, he knew, was watching him from the door as he prepared for his next journey out.

If things had been normal, he would have invited his little brother in for a talk. If things had been normal, he would have chased him out for a practice bout.

If things had been normal, he would have not had to worry about looking up and seeing Wolfram's half open uniform and mussed hair, or the dark circles under his eyes. He would not have had to worry about his brotherly concern turning into something else…

There were no words as Wolfram turned and left the doorway. Conrad sighed, feeling his eyes leave.

He knew Wolfram would be back to share his bed that night.

Shinou help him, he looked forward to it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

 

“So… what's got you so down, Captain?” Yozak asked, as they rode through the village of the lord they were investigating.

Conrad turned to his friend, blinking.

“There's nothing, Yozak,” he answered after a moment.

There was truly nothing Yozak could do to help- he had been thinking about how he had left Wolfram that morning.

He had gotten up before Wolfram had; something that had never happened before, and he given in to a moment of weakness, letting his fingers brush over Wolfram's lips before he had left.

He licked his own lips, wondering how Wolfram had managed to keep them so soft.

“You've got another woman to pine over?” Yozak asked, smirking. “You and your courtly love. You have got to get laid, Captain. You might stop acting like a stick is up your ass.”

Conrad flinched. Why was it that people who knew him always said that? First Rodriguez and now Yozak…

“And stop smiling like you're eating swamp berries. It's disturbing.”

Conrad turned to glare, his vague smile turning into a pout. If Rodriguez and Yozak were saying the same things, then he suddenly had a very good idea what “pot smoker” was…

At least he was distracted from the memory of a delicious blond in a frilly nightgown.

Conrad grunted. He had to admit he had a one track mind.

The village seemed peaceful enough. Unfortunately, that meant it would be harder to get information.

His let himself be distracted with plotting how best to map and divide the town with Yozak, when he felt a tingle down his spine.

There was something wrong, and he had no idea what it was. Turning to Yozak, he looked around…

“What's up?” the redhead murmured, noticing that Conrad was more intent on scanning the crowd.

“I don't know… just… Something's not right,” he said, halting his horse and dismounting. “Could you go ahead to the inn? I want to look around on my own for a while.”

Yozak shrugged. “Meet you at sunset? If you aren't there, I'll start recon on my own.”

Conrad nodded.

Yozak shook his head- he had long since given up trying to understand his neurotic commander- and led Conrad's horse to the inn.

It was a nice afternoon, so far. The fall wind was brisk, and the smell of baking was thick in the air, and moldering leaves as walked.

“You take that back!” a voice snapped, so familiar that Conrad had to stop dead in his tracks.

Turning in disbelief, he followed the sound, hoping that he had just been hearing things. That, or going insane. Insane would mean that…

That a certain blond, dressed in peasant clothing, was not kicking a well dressed, pimply faced Mazoku lordling in the balls. It would not mean that he was being surrounded by that young lord's retainers, all of them with swords.

“I'll say it again,” the pretty pimply faced lad said, his voice probably several octaves higher than it should have been. “That the Maou is a slut, not even worth being called a whore, and that her youngest son is nothing but a bastard. At least the half breed was legitimate!”

If there was anything that could annoy Wolfram, it was someone insulting his mother or his lineage.

“Gentlemen,” Conrad said, drawing their attention. “What's the cause of all the commotion?”

Wolfram's face was fixed in a snarl, crouched over, looking like a wounded lion cub about to lash out.

Beautiful.

Dammit- I have to save my brother from getting himself killed and ruining the mission- I am not saving a maiden in distress!

Taking a deep breath and telling himself to be calm, he walked over to the blond, and casually punched him in the stomach.

Wolfram, completely caught off guard, doubled over in pain. Conrad raised an eyebrow- he had been that unready? Never mind…

“Heh… stupid loyalist, don't you know that this whole town belongs to my father?” The pretty boy squeaked, and his retainers snickered.

“Well, Mister, you will be rewarded for your loyalty,” the child-lord said, sniffing, before nodding to one of his retainers. “Kill this upstart.”

Conrad's eyes widened, before he gripped Wolfram's shoulders. Somehow he had to bluff his way out of this; he could apologize to Wolfram later.

“Surely-“

The retainer drew his sword, and everyone else in the circle did the same. Bloody hell-

“Wolfram, on three- I'm opening up a hole in the street side,” Conrad whispered tersely. “Trust me.”

Straightening, he shrugged. “My lord, allow me,” he said, drawing his own sword. “To prove my loyalty.”

Wolfram's eyes were huge- wide and green and… trusting. Conrad swallowed.

The lordling just laughed.

“Why should I soil my servant's hands then? Fine. One-“

Conrad lifted his sword, and he saw Wolfram tense, as he mouthed the word “two”

There was a deep breath-

“Three!

Spinning, and using the flat of his blade, Conrad smacked one of the retainers upside the head, grabbed him and used the momentum of the spin to toss him into the crowed at the mouth of the alley.

“Run!” he roared, slashing at the swordsmen.

Wolfram looked like he was about to argue- but changed his mind when Conrad grabbed him by the back of his shirt and sped out of the alley.

“Conrad!” Wolfram yelped, following him as he ran. “I- I didn't think-“

“No- you,” Conrad began, then cut off; noticing that the sun had set and that Yozak had surely left by now. Fine. He should have left a few supplies.

“We have to get you out of here before they start searching. Wolfram,” Conrad started, and paused. He could see the consternation on Wolfram's face, and he hoped it was enough to keep him from acting stupid again.

“What were you thinking?” he asked, slowing them down to a walk so they could stroll casually to the inn.

“You've not been around and I was bored,” Wolfram grumbled. It took a moment for the customary translation from Wolfram-speak into normal Mazoku tongue. It came out something like “I was worried since you've been gone and wanted to see if I could help.”

Wolfram-speak was a very complicated, subtle language. Translating was as much art as science, so Conrad just hoped that he wasn't telling the bald truth for once.

They carefully walked in, and he could feel the sulk rolling off Wolfram, as well as the embarrassment and shame.

Conrad sighed and shook his head.

“Wolfram, you know you need to control your temper, especially since you had to have known this was an undercover mission,” he murmured, opening the door to his and Yozak's room. Wolfram's face was steadily turning red at his words.

His eyes drifted to Wolfram's backside he entered the room, eyeing the sparse, shady furnishings: a bed, a table and two chairs, and a washstand. None of it looked well kept.

It had to have been something of a shock to Wolfram's system. Of course, considering that Wolfram wasn't any more than sixty-seven years old…

Conrad grimaced, pulling his eyes back up to Wolfram's head. Not only am I lusting after my brother, I'm lusting after someone barely more than a child…

Those thoughts didn't stop his eyes from drifting back down again.

Wolfram walked over to the bags that Yozak had left, and turned to Conrad with a confused expression.

“Yozak was my partner on this one,” he confirmed when Wolfram pulled a massive dress out of the bag. “We were going to meet here after I'd finished walking… needless to say, I was late.”

Wolfram fumed, and then looked at the dress, and Conrad started to search through the bags. They needed disguises, and they needed them fast.

He could change his one just fine but… Turning to Wolfram, he plopped a wig on his own head before tearing through Yozak's packs, tossing out a chemise and a dress… with enough ties it could possibly be rigged to fit…

“Put this on,” Conrad ordered, grabbing another wig and jamming it on Wolfram's head. The traitorous lord of this area would probably be searching for him- thankfully Yozak was no where near them when all this happened; no one would be looking for him.

Wolfram looked about to protest, when Conrad raised an eyebrow at him.

“It's your fault we are in this situation.”

That shut him up enough to start peeling off his peasant outfit, and pick up the chemise.

“Why do I have to be the woman?” Wolfram moaned, and Conrad twitched.

Why couldn't you have stayed at home?

Now he had to worry about Wolfram and the mission… he started to shuck off his own clothes to change them, and was down to his pants when he heard the stomping of heavy boots down the hall.

He was half naked, and all Wolfram wore was the chemise, their clothes and the dress scattered over the floor…

“Follow my lead!” Conrad rasped, a moment before grabbing Wolfram bodily and tossing him on the bed.

Wolfram opened his mouth to make some kind of protest, but it never made it out. Conrad's lips smothered it quite well- thrusting his tongue inside Wolfram's open mouth as he stretched over Wolfram's body, one knee between his legs.

He honestly tried to remember the reason- that this was as much a disguise as the wig- but he lost himself in the taste of those forbidden lips.

They were as soft as he remembered from that morning and tasted delicious- had he been eating cinnamon? Whatever it was…

The scent of the flowers was thick on Wolfram, sweet and heady, and Conrad could not find himself again to remember restraint, letting his hands drift down Wolfram's arms to his chest.

He had felt Wolfram arch into him, groin grinding up against his thigh when the door to the room was flung open, and two soldiers with the inn keeper burst in side.

Conrad pulled away from Wolfram with a snarl, eyes narrowing as he crouched protectively over his…

There was a lecherous laugh from one of the guardsmen.

“I thought you had said there were two men here?” the other said, frowning at the innkeeper.

Wolfram panted underneath Conrad, hands clutching his shoulders. Conrad covered him completely- so that only the wig, his bright green eyes and his feet were visible.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Conrad growled. “I'm busy.”

The group stepped back as one, and Conrad's eyes narrowed in satisfaction. How dare they interrupt?

“Ah, good sir,” the innkeeper said. He had not seen them as they entered. “I had been under the impression that two men had been seen entering this room.”

“Clearly you were wrong,” Conrad answered, his tone cold and clipped, before gasping when Wolfram's hands moved down his chest and found one of his nipples to tease.

This time both guards laughed. “Looks like she's starting without you,” one snickered.

“Are you insulting my woman?”

They backed away warily at the expression on Conrad's face. Wolfram gasped softly from underneath him, and Conrad moaned when Wolfram's hands slid underneath the band of his pants.

“I suggest you men leave,” he whispered, baring his teeth in a smile and rubbing his thigh up against Wolfram's groin to provoke a gasp. “Because I don't think we're going to wait on you.”

Without another word he found Wolfram's lips again, playing with his lips and tongue while the smaller boy's clever hands continued to work on his pants. It was enough to make him forget they had an audience.

There was mix of embarrassed and lecherous laughter from the guards as they watched, until the inn keeper shook his head.

Conrad heard him mutter something about a mistake in the books, and there was more stomping as they turned to leave, with a few catcalls of good luck to Conrad and muttering about damn, they wanted a woman that hot…

The door to their room closed, but Conrad continued to suck on Wolfram's mouth, not breaking the kiss until he felt something hard rub against his leg.

It brought him back to reality enough for him to sit up and stare at the door for several long moments.

“We need to leave.”

Wolfram's answer was a weak whine. “No.”

“Wolfram?”

Conrad looked down, worried- and wished he'd kept his eyes on the door.

The blonde's wig was still in place, but his eyes were wide and dilated, lips swollen and flushed, the chemise over his knees and his legs spread wantonly.

“No.”

“No?” Conrad asked, blankly, because he was now noticing the tent over Wolfram's crotch. “We,” he licked his lips, hesitantly. “They could come back. We know for certain they are planning something- we have a responsibility-“

“Not until you finish what you started!” Wolfram whimpered, sitting up fully and grabbing Conrad by the wig, and pulling him back down.

The kiss he initiated was clumsy and desperate, and Conrad wanted to indulge in that kiss forever. Sweet and fumbling and-

“Wait,” he heard himself say, and he cursed his conscience. “Wolfram- I'm your brother- for Shinou's sake! We have to get out of here!”

“Don't you dare,” Wolfram hissed. “Don't you dare be righteous when you've made me like this!” His little brother was desperate. “I need you, Conrad!”

“Wolfram, you're not even seventy yet-“

“I don't care!”

Conrad, despite himself, pulled Wolfram close, cuddling him like he had when they were children. “Wolfram, I'm your brother. It's not right,” he murmured, batting away the silly wig so he could nuzzle his hair. Guilt tried to gnaw at his stomach but the touch felt too good to ignore.

It would have been one thing to fantasize and find that the reality was lacking. But to realize the fantasy was right- because he had held his brother in the past. He knew exactly how it felt to have Wolfram cuddle against his chest. He now knew how he tasted, how he smelled… To know that was exactly what he wanted…

“Wolfram, please…”

“I know you want me too,” Wolfram answered raggedly, reaching down to brush the hard-on poking his thigh. “I'm not stupid, I've heard soldiers talk. I know what mother does at night and I know what you do with Yozak.” He stuck out his bottom lip.

“That's different. Wolfram, I am your brother.”

“You aren't.”

Conrad chuckled hoarsely. “Stop denying-“

“I could never love my brother like I love you.”

Conrad's heart stopped. “Wolfram.” He touched his face. “Do you really know what you are saying?”

“Are you saying you don't love me?”

“No!” The denial was out of his mouth before he could take it back. The idea of deliberately hurting Wolfram to stop this perversion from happening barely occurred to him. “I do love you, but you're asking me to-“

Wolfram cut him off with another kiss.

The soldier shuddered, guilt forgotten in the face of Wolfram's enthusiasm. There was no hesitation or indecision, just warm wet skin against warm wet skin. Conrad's hands went up his thighs, underneath the chemise to his hip, listening to his breathing turn ragged.

Moving his lips to Wolfram's throat, he nibbled downwards to his collar bone, jumping when Wolfram found his nipple again and he cursed himself for being sensitive. He heard a chuckle and smiled, sitting up.

Mine. Finally, all mine, was all he could think.

The chemise was really pointless now, and Wolfram agreed, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side.

Conrad didn't know how long he took, eyes devouring Wolfram's pale body, and how good he looked aroused.

It took him a moment to realize that he was being just as hungrily devoured in return.

“Your pants,” Wolfram said, attacking the offensive covering and pushing them down his hips. Conrad chuckled breathlessly as he finished removing them and dumped them off the bed.

They explored each other, Conrad's hands and mouth pulling more breathy whines and sobs from his little brother. He refused to remain passive. Instead, his hands, rough and callused and small, traveled over Conrad's back, clawing and searching and finding places that Conrad had forgotten, making him gasp in turn.

Wolfram grabbed Conrad's head when he took his erection in his hands, opening his mouth-

“No,” he whispered, panting softly. Blush traveled over his sweaty face. “All the way, Conrad.”

Conrad lifted an eyebrow, amused, before taking his brother's cock into his mouth.

“But Conrad,” Wolfram protested, fingers tugging on his hair. “I want you.” His hips jerked.

“You'll get me,” Conrad answered, licking his lips, gripping Wolfram's hips and what was left of his control. “I just like watching you like this.”

Wolfram's face was incredulous.

“Its better when you take your time,” Conrad murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of Wolfram's thigh. His answer was a squirm.

Conrad chuckled, taking his balls in one hand and rolling them, watching Wolfram's expression.

“No one has ever touched you?” he asked, a real smile gracing his lips. Wolfram nodded, and Conrad wondered why he had even asked.

Wolfram grabbed Conrad's shoulders, kneading, muttering softly to as Conrad wrapped his lips around the head of his dick, tonguing the slit.

Wolfram shuddered, and Conrad would have purred as he slid his tongue to the underside along the vein.

His brother was gasping, and Conrad knew he had to be close- he was young, and this was the first time…

Wolfram grabbed Conrad's head, pulling him off.

“Not yet,” he growled, fiercely as a mad kitten. Conrad blinked as he was pushed backwards, with Wolfram straddling him to kiss him again. “My turn.”

The concentration on Wolfram's face was adorable as he brushed his lips over his brother's chest, licking his navel before nuzzling the base of his erection.

The first lick was cautious, but the sight of the blond head between his legs was making him harder by the moment. Conrad stroked his hair gently.

“Open your lips,” Conrad told him. “And relax your throat.”

Wolfram looked up at him, doing as he said, before Conrad held him still, thrusting deeply into the hot mouth. He groaned, hips twitching back and forth.

God… so good…

Wolfram caught on quickly, caressing his brother's dick with his tongue as he moved in and out… and Conrad gritted his teeth. One of the bags was still on the bed. Fumbling, he smiled in triumph when he found the oil.

He quickly poured some in the oil on his hand, slicking his fingers and trailing them down Wolfram's back to begin kneading on his ass. The soft gasp from Wolfram nearly had made him come- before he bit his lip and rallied his self control one more time.

“Beautiful,” Conrad whispered, feeling the heat and tight as he pushed a finger inside Wolfram's body. He leaned down, adding another finger, then another, slowly pumping them in and out, scissoring them after a few moments.

Wolfram had slowed when the second finger had entered him, and had stopped entirely at the third, quivering in surprise.

“Does it hurt?”

Wolfram whimpered, and Conrad withdrew his fingers, pulling Wolfram put to meet his eyes. They were wide and dark, lips trembling and stained with precum, and he shook his head.

“Wolfram… if you want me to stop…”

He shook his head no. “I told you I want you.” His mouth firmed, before licking the precum off his himself. “And I do.”

Conrad swallowed, kissing Wolfram again. “You- if you're afraid-“

“I am not afraid.”

Conrad laughed.

“You don't have to ever be,” Conrad whispered, nuzzling his hair. “Not with me…” He laid Wolfram backwards- before Wolfram took the oil bottle, and poured some on his hands and applied it to his brother's dick.

“Does this show you?” Wolfram said, defiantly, and Conrad smiled again, gasping slightly at the feel of his hands.

“Enough,” Conrad murmured, rubbing his hands up the backs of Wolfram's thighs, lifting his knees to his shoulders and pushing him back on to the bed. Gently he kissed Wolfram again, before guiding his cock to Wolfram's opening.

He paused- his forebrain had to catch up with the fact that this wasn't yet another day dream, or that his brother was actually consenting.

“You're really here?” he asked, touching Wolfram's face. “You really want me?”

“Conrad, if I didn't want you, I'd have toasted your dick,” Wolfram snapped, biting his bottom lip. “I want you- I've wanted you ever since I could remember.”

He nearly stopped- but he could feel the welcoming tightness of Wolfram's body as he pushed through the ring of muscle, finding Wolfram lips again when he was fully seated.

Wolfram's erection had wilted, but Conrad stroked it slowly, giving him time to adjust. At Wolfram's nod, he pulled back and thrust in again.

He took it slow, changing angles until he found Wolfram's prostate, grinning at the wide eyed surprise on Wolfram's face.

“Good, brother?”

Wolfram nodded, eyes still wide, before they slid shut, his legs dropping to wrap around Conrad's waist and pull him closer.

“Mmm- ah!”

The soft whimpers and mews in his ears were delicious- almost as delicious as seeing his little brother under him, feeling him twitch and writhe, hearing the wet noises of their bodies slapping together.

He bit Wolfram's neck, making him shriek, and licking the spot to hear him groan.

“What do you feel?” he asked, brushing a kiss over his lips.

Wolfram's face was contorted as he tried to get words out.

“Full- and when you,“ he yelped when a hard thrust stabbed his prostate. “Move, I- oohhh… Conrad,” he choked. “Conrad!”

Conrad ran his thumb over the head of Wolfram's dick, pumping his fist up and down- and Wolfram tensed, grabbing Conrad's shoulders and clawing his back, mouth open in a soundless cry.

Conrad pressed his lips to Wolfram's neck as he sped up, feeling Wolfram go limp as his cum shot against his chest.

His little brother, sweaty and hot and-

He snarled, possessively, as he came deeply inside Wolfram, watching him give a soft moan at the feeling.

“I love you,” Conrad whispered, stroking Wolfram's hair. The eternal smile was gone from his face, and Wolfram's mask of distain was lost, kissing his older brother sweetly.

He rolled to the side, pulling out of Wolfram carefully, giving him time to catch his breath.

Hopefully the hounds after them would have been gone by now… surely…

“Now we have to go,” he whispered, looking at his exhausted… lover. Lover. How odd that word felt now.

Wolfram groaned. “If I move, will you forget what happened here?” Wolfram asked, accusingly. “And pretend it never happened?”

Conrad shook his head.

“I could hardly do that, could I?” He whispered. “Besides- there won't be a later if we get killed.”

Wolfram nodded, and reached out to find the silly wig, putting it on his head.

Conrad nearly laughed, but kept his face straight as he offered a towel.

Together they cleaned up, and left the room behind. What had happened between them, they could discuss later.

Conrad shuddered. Guilt could gnaw on him when they were safe. Now they had to escape.

 

 

To be continued.

 

A/N: Yee-ha! Longest chapter yet for this series! My first KKM smut, and its incest! My first incest fic smut ever! I hope everyone else enjoyed.