Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Sunshine ❯ Rationalization ( Chapter 5 )

Sunshine V

 

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

A/N: This will be a little harder going from now on… Though maybe more smut.

 

Yozak could tell that something was wrong between the two brothers as they rode back to Blood Pledge Castle.

Conrad's cover was mostly blown- so he and Wolfram had played decoy, leading the pursuers off on a merry chase while Yozak had infiltrated and found the proof of treachery they were searching for.

They had met outside the village, having gotten Wolfram's blade wet with blood for the first time.

Maybe that was what had happened; Conrad would not be happy that his little brother had lost what little innocence he had left. Even if Yozak had been on the receiving end of the occasional “My brother is a brat and should be hogtied” rant, he knew that Conrad adored the blond, the ungrateful snot. It was a bizarre, bittersweet thing to watch them interact. He knew how much Wolfram loved Conrad, and that Conrad knew Wolfram loved Conrad, because Conrad had let it slip one time too many how often Wolfram would act like a hero-worshipping squire.

Not in so many words, of course. Conrad seemed to have a constipated insult bowel.

Now if they would only get around realizing even if they were brothers they could be friends again as well…

Shaking his head, Yozak eyed them again.

“Honestly, Captain, it was going to happen sooner or later,” he said blithely. The redhead was totally oblivious to the suddenly pale face of Wolfram and the reemergence of Conrad's pot smoking/ swamp berry smile. “He had to lose his innocence to something. At least you were here with him for it.”

Conrad opened his mouth and shut it again.

“Yozak… how do you feel about that?”

The redhead shrugged. “Like I said, it had to happen eventually.”

“You make it sound like it was obvious!” Wolfram's eyes were wide and dilated, and Yozak wondered if he had been that unprepared for his first kill.

“You've been trained as a soldier your whole life, Wolfram. I'd think that everyone expected it.”

Now the brothers just looked baffled, and Yozak blinked.

“He killed someone. I knew it would bother you, Conrad, but you guys are acting like you never expected it to happen.”

There was a nervous, almost relieved chuckle from Wolfram.

“Oh, yeah! Um, well, it wasn't too bad… I saw people die in the war, they just wouldn't let me fight…”

Conrad, apparently, was still stricken, the berry smile becoming strained.

“Ah, I'm just glad I could be with him.”

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

 

His first kill.

It hadn't even occurred to Conrad that was what had happened. There had been a battle, he recalled that… but he hadn't quite noticed that Wolfram had entered the fray as well.

Conrad had been too busy thinking about how beautiful his lover was, how he was going to keep what had happened a secret, and wondering if there would be a next time…

… and he had totally forgotten that his little brother had never killed before.

What was wrong with him?

His eyes turned to Wolfram, linger on him in a way that was totally inappropriate for an older brother.

He had fucked his little brother. He had given in to his perversion, using the naïve boy for his own-

Wolfram's eyes caught his from behind Yozak, and he was startled. They were wide, soft and adoring, vulnerable in a way Conrad hadn't seen since before…

His little brother was looking at him like he had before Wolfram had discovered Conrad was half human. Full of trust and confidence that his little big brother, no matter what, could make things right.

Don't do this, Wolfram. Please. Don't make me love you more.

He shuddered, fixing the empty smile back on his face, but he knew that Wolfram had seen him looking.

Wolfram… did I take advantage of you?

Unbidden, Wolfram's words from the night before came back to him, and he lost control enough to bite his lip. Thankfully he was looking away so no one saw his slip.

How do I love you now? Do I love you like a brother, or like a lover?

Can I make things right? Did I hurt you?

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

 

The journey back to the castle was quiet, though the silence was often brittle. Conrad and Wolfram could not discuss what had happened, not when Yozak plainly felt he had to stay between them to keep the brothers from “fighting”.

In a way, Conrad was grateful. It meant he could brood a little more; that didn't mean he didn't want to strangle Yozak for just being there.

He had no idea what he would have done if Yozak hadn't been keeping them apart- his daydreams ranged from begging for forgiveness to ripping off Wolfram's clothes and taking him in the saddle.

As it was… He kept his feelings hidden and watched Wolfram out of the corner of his eye.

His little brother's gaze was elsewhere, but he shifted often in his saddle, flinching more than once.

Conrad felt strangely satisfied to see that, knowing he had been the one to deflower Wolfram. He had been the first to ever hear those cries or to plunder his body. Wolfram was his; all his, and no one else's.

Then the big brother part of him felt sick, even while his body still hummed in contentment.

It had been a very, very long time since he'd gotten any, and Wolfram was delicious-

What the hell was he thinking?

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Yozak's confused face; Wolfram was still shifting in his saddle while Conrad obviously was not saying anything about stopping.

Looking down between his horse's ears, Conrad wondered where to go from there.

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

 

Conrad and Yozak stood outside Gwendal's office door, listening to the barely muffled ranting only a terrified older brother could deliver.

Words like “harebrained”, “improper”, and “suicidal” echoed up and down the halls, punctuated by slams which could have either been a body or an object.

Conrad cringed internally. Gwendal's temper tantrums were more frightening than Wolfram's; and he was worried that…

He flinched from his own thoughts. He should be in there protecting Wolfram, but if he did…

Gathering his courage, he took a step to the door, and opened it in time to duck a flying plushy.

“You are the son of the Maou! Until you are purged of your irresponsibility you will be restricted to the Castle until further notice!” Gwendal roared, looking even more like a lion than Wolfram. Conrad winced in sympathy, but Wolfram was acting unusually meek.

“Von Voltaire,” Conrad said, wonder whose rescue he was coming to- Wolfram's, or his own. He didn't think Wolfram would say anything- but they hadn't spoken about anything yet…

“Weller.”

Conrad held back his sigh. If he was still alive, it was a good indication that Gwendal didn't know what had happened…

Maybe he should admit his transgression, and take his punishment. It was the honorable thing to do, after all. Admit his mistake and live with the consequences.

Then he saw the look Wolfram was giving him out of the corner of his eye.

It was half adoring, half fearful and concerned, before he slammed his own mask of petulance back over his face.

No. He couldn't admit it. Gwendal would never leave them alone in the same room again; there was even a chance that he would be arrested. His position as a war hero and as the Queen's son would be… nominal protection…

But what of Wolfram?

Conrad would be branded a pervert- but Wolfram, what would happen to him?

He was the youngest son of a disliked queen; he was the son of a second son, who wouldn't inherit anything. Wolfram's only real power came from his skills and his beauty. He had no political standing; no protection like Conrad- for Conrad could pick up and leave any time he wished.

Wolfram…

Before he could complete that thought, his mind flashed to the expression Wolfram had given him.

Wolfram wanted to protect him.

It should never be that way. He should never have to look after me…

“He is young, Von Voltaire-kyo,” Conrad said, turning to the eldest brother. “He is also intelligent, and can learn from his mistakes. I believe we have all inherited a certain stubborn streak from mother. Besides… he is old enough to given the chance for more experience.”

Talk about your double meanings.

He felt Wolfram's eyes on him; but dammit, he couldn't just let Wolfram get his ass chewed out, he was Conrad's.

Internally the soldier twitched, and was once again happy for the pot smoker's smile.

I'm a possessive bastard.

Yet he should be thinking of what was best for Wolfram. Not how much he wanted that ass again.

Fuck, he did want that ass again.

Gwendal was fortunately unaware of Conrad's internal conversation, as it ranged from brotherly love to lechery. If he had been, Conrad would be feeling knitting needles stabbed through his hand. However, he was glaring…

“You are still trying to protect him?” Gwendal sighed, before sitting behind the desk, threading his fingers together and putting his elbows on the desk.

Conrad didn't answer, but saluted.

Wolfram's eyes were on his back again, scorching him, as they both were dismissed.

Later, Conrad had to wonder how much rationalizing he had done to save himself, especially when he could feel Wolfram's eyes follow him down the hall.

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

 

Conrad woke with a start, realizing that there was something off in his room- and it wasn't that Wolfram was there.

He had slept completely through the night like that, when he should have been awake and lunging for a weapon as soon as the boy entered. That, or he would be up the whole night, listening to Wolfram breathe and ignoring his hard on.

Blinking the sleep and disorientation away, he realized that instead of against his back, Wolfram was in front of him. He was so close their noses were nearly touching, the moonlight barely catching on his eyes and hair.

His lips barely moved. “Did you forget?”

Conrad felt a shiver run down his spine.

“No… but I think we should.”

Wolfram bit his lower lip. “Why? Do you want to forget me?”

Conrad inhaled. “No, but… if people find out…” he trailed off, trying to work through his rationalization once more, and found it lacking.

“If I really loved you, Wolfram, I wouldn't have let myself touch you.” Conrad wavered.

“Conrad- I wanted you to touch me.” Wolfram licked his pink lips, and Conrad swallowed convulsively. He could so easily remember how they tasted, how they felt wrapped around his-

“Wolfram, I'm a dirty pervert,” he hissed, closing his eyes against the temptation.

“Then so am I!”

“You're misguided.”

“Stupid- Conrad, I told you! I could never love my brother like I love you!”

“But that doesn't change that we are brothers.”

“Conrad, we've never been brothers. You were my hero and my protector- when did we act like brothers?”

The half-human man's imagination supplied Wolfram's expression- fierce and defiant and adorably chewing his bottom lip at Conrad's non-reaction. He was almost tempted to peek.

There was a breath and a sigh, and the faintest brush of lips over his cheek- and the bed was empty except for him, once again.

He should have known that his mule-headed little brother would not give up so easily… but then, Conrad didn't want him to.

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

 

It had started out simply enough.

Wolfram stopped joining Conrad in bed- something that easily rattled the older brother's senses. He'd become so accustomed to having Wolfram with him that anything less just would not suffice.

He would fall asleep, only to awaken later to the sense of something being horribly wrong. That wrongness was from no warmth with him, no sweet smell of flowers overlaying tears. Now that he knew what it was he had, losing it…

It was sheer madness.

He was a soldier; well trained and used to dealing with hardships, but it took a steady toll on his nerves to get up every day after poor rest and have to act normally, especially when Wolfram was right there.

That, he realized, was the first part of Wolfram's plan.

The second involved Wolfram's change of wardrobe.

Currently, Conrad was watching Wolfram out of the corner of his eye as he sparred, wearing a nearly transparent shirt (with the amount he was sweating, it was turning completely transparent) and pants just a shade too tight. His carriage had gone from military precise to… to…

That.

A whistle caught his attention, and he turned his attention to his current sparring partner.

“Somebody given that boy the Talk yet? Cause if they did, I think they left out a few chapters,” Yozak said, lifting an eyebrow.

Conrad scowled, but again refused to look. It just wasn't fair. Wolfram was using Conrad's perversion to his own advantage, eroding his belief that the younger demon was innocent. The half breed's belief that Wolfram had been taken advantage of was dying a quick, painful death.

Especially when-

A soft chuckle brought Conrad back to his friend.

“Damn… Do you think he's doing this because he's finally realized he's hot piece of ass, or he's trying to get someone's attention? He's had all the women in the palace swooning for years… Maybe he's practicing. Kids do that kind of thing-“

Yozak broke off to whistle again. “Someone better go save him before he gets molested.”

Conrad made the mistake of turning to look.

Wolfram was leaning over, picking up his coat, letting his lovely ass wave in the air

Yozak misinterpreted Conrad's stunned expression, slapping him on his back. “You better go tell him to stop. There are more than a few soldiers out there who won't care who he is, just that he's gorgeous and there. Damn good thing he's your brother, right? I could just imagine what your father would have done; poor man had a weakness for pretty blondes…”

The smack jostled loose Conrad's good sense. One moment he was standing next to Yozak, the next he was stalking towards the innocuous boy, eyes stuck on his delicious behind.

How dare he act like that? Doesn't he know he's mine?

There was a loud guffaw from Yozak when Conrad's hand snagged Wolfram's ear, pulling him to his feet.

“Ouch! Conrad? What are you- Conrad?” the boy yelped, eyes wide and flailing ineffectively.

“Quiet,” he said in a whispered growl. He was tired of this- little sleep, the evil teasing, now this-

Wolfram kept up the pretense of the struggle, but Conrad scowled further when he saw the pink cheeks, and heard his erratic breathing.

There was an old tack shed nearby; one that could be bolted from the inside. He dropped Wolfram into the corner before securing the latch, before turning to loom over him.

“Conrad?” his little brother asked, tentatively, when he was silent a moment too long. He grabbed Wolfram roughly and pinned him against the wall.

“What was all that about!?”

Wolfram's eyes were wide, swallowing hard- and it hit him just how much he was enjoying this.

“I wanted you to know how much you wanted me,” Wolfram muttered, chest fluttering. He licked his lips. “Because- because I want you.”

“You're not afraid.” It wasn't a question.

Wolfram shook his head anyways.

“I trust you.”

Conrad's leaned into Wolfram's face. “You like this?” he murmured, their lips brushing as he spoke.

“Yes.”

Moral ambiguity flew out of his mind as they kissed, slowly at first then with mounting ferocity until Conrad pulled back. He smiled slowly as he took in the sweet sight before him.

“Wolfram,” he ordered. “Suck my cock.”

The dark green eyes were wide before he fell to his knees. His small hands started to fumble for Conrad's pants. Conrad pushed them away, unbuttoning the fly and pulling free his erection.

Wolfram eyed it, a smile fluttering over his face as he kissed the head.

“That's it,” Conrad encouraged, as Wolfram licked the underside kittenishly, making him all the harder. His hands sank into Wolfram's hair to pull him closer.

Closing his eyes he stroked Wolfram's head gently. Controlling himself was difficult- he had to fight the urge to thrust harder and harder into his soft mouth.

The smaller boy was whimpering, when Conrad opened his eyes, he saw that Wolfram was rubbing his own crotch.

He pulled back, not even close to satisfied, but not wanting to watch Wolfram touch himself- not when he wanted to do the touching. His lips darted to Wolfram's neck, worshipping the skin there, hands skirting over the bulge in the other's pants.

The young demon's skin tasted just as good as he remembered. Salty and warm and silky and…

Groaning faintly he raked him with his teeth, pulling open his thin shirt to leave marks down his chest.

He was impatient; weeks of teasing and denial had him almost mindless once he gave in, but when he noticed Wolfram wore no underwear, he hissed.

“You've been a bad boy, Wolfram,” he said, voice low. His hands ran down the inside of Wolfram's thigh before peeling off his pants. “You really shouldn't tease a man like that.”

The green eyes had mostly closed before widening again, watching Conrad as he left more marks over his thighs and approaching his groin.

“You've been very bad…”

Wolfram whimpered.

Conrad gently rolled him over, not bothering to finish undressing him, exposing his ass for Conrad's pleasure.

His fingers probed, without lube at first before he found an oil bottle in with the tack, and slicking his fingers.

“You won't dress like that again, will you?” he asked, eyebrows tilting upwards. Wolfram hunched his shoulders.

“It was to get you to remember-“

Conrad knelt, kissing the small of his back. “What if someone other than me had taken interest in you?” His fingers worked their way back inside.

Wolfram stilled, and then laughed, shaky. “I'd have toasted his dick.”

Conrad frowned again- and hooked his fingers, smiling when Wolfram shrieked in surprised when he found his prostate.

He quickly covered the boy's mouth.

“We have to be quiet,” he murmured. “You don't want me to have to stop, right?”

Wolfram bit his lip, shaking his head.

“Okay then…”

He knelt, pulling Wolfram to him, shaking slightly as he positioned himself. Again; they were doing this again, and his conscience was too weak to protest.

Conrad pressed inside with quick, short thrusts; his chest against Wolfram's back. He still had one hand over Wolfram's mouth- that stopped when Wolfram licked the palm.

He would have liked for that to continue, but he was lost in the feeling of Wolfram's heat, moving in and out. He let his hands drop, circling Wolfram's cock and pumping slowly, mouth finding the juncture of his neck and shoulder and sucking.

He was going to mark what was his- no one else would be able to claim the youth in such a way. His, all his and no one else would get him.

Wolfram was working hard to keep from shouting, but Conrad could tell he was close- his face was flushed, lips parted and he did his best to push backwards further onto Conrad's erection.

Conrad's teeth nipped, nearly drawing blood, feeling Wolfram's body tighten, twitch and jerk, and he followed him into completion a few moments later.

They held still- Wolfram having bitten his own lip so hard it bled- and Conrad, having bitten Wolfram hard enough to bruise.

“Do you remember now?” whispered Wolfram.

Conrad licked the mark he made, not answering immediately. After several moments, he found his voice.

“Yes.”

Slowly, Conrad pulled out, twisting him around and looking at the beautiful boy.

“I'm a monster,” he said, softly kissing Wolfram's lips. “You know that, right?”

“No, you're Conrad- and you're mine.”

Conrad blinked. “Yours?”

Wolfram nodded, fingers gently brushing the hair out of Conrad's face. “Mine.”

Conrad felt a genuine smile slip into place. “You realize you're as much a monster as I am?”

“No, I'm in love. Not that there's much difference; I've seen Mother in love before.”

The soldier had to cover his mouth to stop the hysterical giggle.

 

To be continued.

 

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter took so long to finish- I've been quite sick, and the drugs ain't helping. I've not been able to work on anything lately, be it Home Work or Sunshine. Sucks to be me. I hope this was worth reading, period.