Happy V-day Bard_of_Death!!
***
March 1st, Afternoon
I cannot believe the gall of Conrart and Gurrier doing such perverted things in Conrart’s office! What in hell’s name is wrong with Conrart? How could he allow himself to act in such a lewd manner? What kind of an example is he setting for His Majesty or Wolfram? …I don’t even want to think about what could have happened if one of them had walked in on those two.
I am half-tempted to punish them both. Such indecency cannot be allowed in this castle. Mother nearly destroyed the honor of the crown with her rampant affairs, but I will not stand to have mine nor my brothers’ names known for such indecency. I swear, if I catch those two again, I have no choice but to step in…for both my brother’s honor and for my sanity’s sake.
***
Gwendal was beginning to wonder if his sanity would indeed still be intact by the time Günter returned. During dinner a few nights later, he discovered a new challenge come to try his poor nerves.
His youngest brother and His Royal Highness.
He wasn’t sure how and when it had happened, but Gwendal noticed something different about the two of them. They were sitting next to each other as usual, eating their meal…but something was different.
The more he watched them eat and talk in a comfortable manner, the more frustrated Gwendal had become. Had he missed something? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Wolf, would you like another roll?” Yuuri said suddenly, offering his fiancé the bread basket. Wolfram looked at his king, nodded, took the offered roll and then…smiled.
And Yuuri was smiling right back: a smile so goofy and cute that it almost had Gwendal running for his knitting needles. And that’s when he noticed that Wolfram’s smile matched Yuuri’s. Both of them were completely absorbed in each other for the moment.
Oh Shinou…when had this happened? Gwendal inwardly groaned. On top of everything else he had to deal with, he now had to contend with Wolfram and Yuuri’s newly-found puppy love.
He was about to think ‘What else?’ when his eyes suddenly honed in on Conrart, who was trying oh-so-not subtly to have some fun with Jozak. Gwendal watched as the half-demon’s hand suddenly dropped underneath the tablecloth and started to stray towards Yozak’s thigh.
A sudden crack followed by a surprised yelp echoed in the dining room.
Yuuri and Wolfram’s concentration was now focused on Gwendal, who was glaring, spoon-in-hand, at Conrart, who in turn was clutching at his left hand, his face contorted in a wince.
“Brother,” Wolfram said quietly, “did you just hit Conrart with your spoon?”
Gwendal shrugged, “Excuse me for disturbing the meal, but I was trying to kill a fly…I suppose my aim is off tonight.”
He then gave Jozak and Conrart a pointed look that said ‘contain-yourselves-in-front-of-the-children-you’re-in-front-of-others-for-Shinou’s-sake!’
Yuuri smiled at his general, “Well, better luck next time, Gwendal,” and then proceeded to shovel his dinner into his mouth.
Gwendal gave a turse nod, “I hope so,” and resumed his meal. He could feel the angry glare coming from Yozak’s direction, burning into the side of his head, but Gwendal didn’t pay it any mind. If Yozak and Conrart wanted to act like horny uncivilized youths, they could do it in the privacy of their respective bedrooms. Outside those rooms, they were in Gwendal’s territory. And Gwendal was going to uphold the common decency of his castle if it was the last thing he did.
***
March 5th, Afternoon
Received letter from Günter this morning. So far it sounds that his journey is going well. The letter was address to his majesty, which I suppose is alright considering that the perpose of this trip is for his majesty. He didn’t say anything of interest for me…I supposed he is still sore about how we depart-
Gwendal’s quill stilled. He was doing it again. Somehow, for some reason, his personal life was trickling into his work log. The ink glared back at him as severely as he was glaring at the black letters, as if tempting him to scratch the passage out. Go on the letters seemed to hiss, Go on. Fool yourself that you aren’t thinking about him…it’s only the fiftieth time you’ve thought about him…since you started writing me…after all, you lost track since this morni-
Gwendal threw the now torn and crumpled page into the waste basket as he strode out the door. He needed to clear his head. Needed to get out of his stifling office….
“Gwen~!” Anissina’s voice called down the hallway, “Where are yooou?!!”
Gwendal twitched. He most definitely needed to get the hell out of the castle before Anissina found him.
He ran for the stables.
The stables were surprisingly cool for a midsummer’s day, Gwendal thought as he entered, looking for his favorite horse. However, it seemed that the stable master had taken the horses out to the pasture, as his horse, his brother’s and the king’s mount were no where to be seen.
He entertained the thought of sending one of his men to bring his horse back, but seeing that it was later in the day, it wasn’t worth the trouble. Perhaps he could just hide in the stable until Anissina tired of looking for him and would (hopefully) move on to torture Dakoskos.
Gwendal poked his head out of the stable and scanned the surrounding area. Good. No sign of the red-haired menace. He settled himself a bale of hay and closed his eyes. It had suddenly grown warm in the barn, and Gwnedal decided to take off his heavy jacket. He folded it into a make shift pillow, and propped it behind his head. He reclosed his eyes and sighed wearily, perhaps Gunter was right about over-taxing himself? While he was never one for them, Gwendal decided a late afternoon nap wouldn’t hurt. There was nothing too important that needed his immediate attention.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he heard a heavy “thump”. Gwendal blinked lazily as he scanned the stable for the sound…perhaps he had imagined it?
*Thump*
There it was again. His eyes fixed on the last stall that was bathed in the day’s dying light.
Is there still a horse in here? He wondered. Waiting to hear another noise.
Another thumping noise occurred a few seconds later, and this time accompanied by what sounded like a short growl.
Gwendal approached the stall cautiously, hand ever-ready on his sword. He crept into the adjacent stall, to observe the source of the noise, and if necessary, take it by surprise.
He peered over the stall, ready to leap into action…but the sight that greeted his eyes rooted him on the spot.
He saw Conrart-naked-skin covered in a sheen of sweat; mouth opened in a soundless cry. His eyes were screwed shut , and his was backed arched.
Below Conrart, lay Jozak. The man’s blue eyes fixed solely on his lover with smoldering intensity. The red head looked smug, utterly complacent propped up against the bales with Conrart straddling him. He gripped Conrart’s hips; locking Conrart into place where they were joined.
Gwendal swallowed. He should have run out by now, or at least brought this utter show of indecency to a halt. But he couldn’t move.
“Touch yourself.” Jozak half drawled-half commanded. Lazy smile spreading across his features as his hands left Conrart’s hips to trail up the young man’s smooth chest in order to tease his lover’s nipples.
Conrart gave a suddering gasp, as he bit back the moan that almost escaped him, “J-Jozak…” The smaller male rasped, trying to protest; wriggling under Jozak’s firm hands.
“Do it.” The red head said in a harsh whisper, “I want to see you…Captain.”
At this Conrart moaned, and Gwendal felt his mouth run dry. He should leave.
But he found that he couldn’t, and so he watched his younger brother reached for his own erection. Conrart’s neck was bent forward, but Gwendal could still see the flush that was spreading downwards from Conrart’s face. Conrart gripped his member and began to stroke it slowly. Jozak’s smile widen impossibly more as he watched the show his lover performed.
“That’s it,” He whispered, hands trailing downwards to massage the tops of Conrad’s splayed thighs, “Just like that, spread your legs a little wider, I want to see you better.”
Conrad’s head jerked upwards, as he increased the speed of his stroking. The prince bit his lip in an effort to control his erratic breathing; his hips pushing forward into the hand that was teasing his cock.
Jozak suddenly gave a sharp thrust as he shifted his body to lean forward enough to place his hand over the tip of Conrart’s member. Conrart gasped as his lover began palm the top of the head.
Gwendal swallowed again trying to regain his better senses. He couldn’t believe himself acting like a peeping tom as he watched an intimate moment between his younger brother a lover. He could feel sweat gathering on his brow, a flush of humiliation spreading across his face as he found himself unable to tear his eyes away. To further complicate things, Gwendal could feel the dark feeling of desire beginning to swirl in his lower belly. Disgusting. How could he become aroused by watching these two? His younger brother, no less.
“J-jozak…” Conrart panted, his voice reaching an octave that Gwendal had never heard in his entire life, “Please…more.”
Jozak smirked, “You want more, Captain? What do you want?...Want me to finish you right here? Where anyone could walk in?”
Conrart winced and he pushed sharply against Jozak, in an effort to urge the red-head to move, “Damn it, Jozak…” he hissed.
Jozak chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss along Conrart’s neck, “You’re not afraid?”
“Afraid of what?” Conrart said impatiently.
“Getting caught…especially with your brother on the prowl…”
Gwendal ducked further below the edge of the stall. Had Gurrier seen him?
Conrart shoved half heartedly at Jozak’s shoulder, “Jozak…you can’t blame him for how he reacted in the offi-Oh!”
Gwendal peeped over the ledge to see that Jozak had suddenly flipped them, so that Conrart was on his back.
“Yes,” Jozak purred as he made short shallow thrusts into the body beneath him, “but what about dinner the other night? As I recall that was your fault, Captain.”
Conrart yelped, “I was being indecent, I admit…”
Jozak closed his mouth over Conrart’s swallowing the rest of the sentence, “Admit it,” Jozak smiled, “you like doing this where people can potentially catch you.”
Conrart turned his head away from his lover’s gaze.
“Dirty boy.” Jozak chuckled, “I don’t mind though. I can’t get enough of your body, Conrart…I’ll take you where ever you want it, no matter if your prude of a brother interrupts us or not…”
Gwendal scowled at Jozak’s words. Prude?! He most defiantly wasn’t a …okay maybe he was, but just because he had manners and the common decency to not conduct himself in such a way...
And yet for all your manners, you are still here spying on them.
Gwendal’s mind supplied.
The demon general decided it was time for him to depart. He’d concede this round to Conrart and Jozak. He stood up, but remained slightly crouched as he crept towards the open pen door.
Behind him, Gwendal concluded that Jozak had picked up the pace, as Conrart was now making the most urgent noises. The stoic man slipped through the door as quietly as possible, only to have the door swing wider than its original position and knock over the pitch fork that had been propped behind the door.
***
March 1st, Afternoon
I cannot believe the gall of Conrart and Gurrier doing such perverted things in Conrart’s office! What in hell’s name is wrong with Conrart? How could he allow himself to act in such a lewd manner? What kind of an example is he setting for His Majesty or Wolfram? …I don’t even want to think about what could have happened if one of them had walked in on those two.
I am half-tempted to punish them both. Such indecency cannot be allowed in this castle. Mother nearly destroyed the honor of the crown with her rampant affairs, but I will not stand to have mine nor my brothers’ names known for such indecency. I swear, if I catch those two again, I have no choice but to step in…for both my brother’s honor and for my sanity’s sake.
***
Gwendal was beginning to wonder if his sanity would indeed still be intact by the time Günter returned. During dinner a few nights later, he discovered a new challenge come to try his poor nerves.
His youngest brother and His Royal Highness.
He wasn’t sure how and when it had happened, but Gwendal noticed something different about the two of them. They were sitting next to each other as usual, eating their meal…but something was different.
The more he watched them eat and talk in a comfortable manner, the more frustrated Gwendal had become. Had he missed something? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Wolf, would you like another roll?” Yuuri said suddenly, offering his fiancé the bread basket. Wolfram looked at his king, nodded, took the offered roll and then…smiled.
And Yuuri was smiling right back: a smile so goofy and cute that it almost had Gwendal running for his knitting needles. And that’s when he noticed that Wolfram’s smile matched Yuuri’s. Both of them were completely absorbed in each other for the moment.
Oh Shinou…when had this happened? Gwendal inwardly groaned. On top of everything else he had to deal with, he now had to contend with Wolfram and Yuuri’s newly-found puppy love.
He was about to think ‘What else?’ when his eyes suddenly honed in on Conrart, who was trying oh-so-not subtly to have some fun with Jozak. Gwendal watched as the half-demon’s hand suddenly dropped underneath the tablecloth and started to stray towards Yozak’s thigh.
A sudden crack followed by a surprised yelp echoed in the dining room.
Yuuri and Wolfram’s concentration was now focused on Gwendal, who was glaring, spoon-in-hand, at Conrart, who in turn was clutching at his left hand, his face contorted in a wince.
“Brother,” Wolfram said quietly, “did you just hit Conrart with your spoon?”
Gwendal shrugged, “Excuse me for disturbing the meal, but I was trying to kill a fly…I suppose my aim is off tonight.”
He then gave Jozak and Conrart a pointed look that said ‘contain-yourselves-in-front-of-the-children-you’re-in-front-of-others-for-Shinou’s-sake!’
Yuuri smiled at his general, “Well, better luck next time, Gwendal,” and then proceeded to shovel his dinner into his mouth.
Gwendal gave a turse nod, “I hope so,” and resumed his meal. He could feel the angry glare coming from Yozak’s direction, burning into the side of his head, but Gwendal didn’t pay it any mind. If Yozak and Conrart wanted to act like horny uncivilized youths, they could do it in the privacy of their respective bedrooms. Outside those rooms, they were in Gwendal’s territory. And Gwendal was going to uphold the common decency of his castle if it was the last thing he did.
***
March 5th, Afternoon
Received letter from Günter this morning. So far it sounds that his journey is going well. The letter was address to his majesty, which I suppose is alright considering that the perpose of this trip is for his majesty. He didn’t say anything of interest for me…I supposed he is still sore about how we depart-
Gwendal’s quill stilled. He was doing it again. Somehow, for some reason, his personal life was trickling into his work log. The ink glared back at him as severely as he was glaring at the black letters, as if tempting him to scratch the passage out. Go on the letters seemed to hiss, Go on. Fool yourself that you aren’t thinking about him…it’s only the fiftieth time you’ve thought about him…since you started writing me…after all, you lost track since this morni-
Gwendal threw the now torn and crumpled page into the waste basket as he strode out the door. He needed to clear his head. Needed to get out of his stifling office….
“Gwen~!” Anissina’s voice called down the hallway, “Where are yooou?!!”
Gwendal twitched. He most definitely needed to get the hell out of the castle before Anissina found him.
He ran for the stables.
The stables were surprisingly cool for a midsummer’s day, Gwendal thought as he entered, looking for his favorite horse. However, it seemed that the stable master had taken the horses out to the pasture, as his horse, his brother’s and the king’s mount were no where to be seen.
He entertained the thought of sending one of his men to bring his horse back, but seeing that it was later in the day, it wasn’t worth the trouble. Perhaps he could just hide in the stable until Anissina tired of looking for him and would (hopefully) move on to torture Dakoskos.
Gwendal poked his head out of the stable and scanned the surrounding area. Good. No sign of the red-haired menace. He settled himself a bale of hay and closed his eyes. It had suddenly grown warm in the barn, and Gwnedal decided to take off his heavy jacket. He folded it into a make shift pillow, and propped it behind his head. He reclosed his eyes and sighed wearily, perhaps Gunter was right about over-taxing himself? While he was never one for them, Gwendal decided a late afternoon nap wouldn’t hurt. There was nothing too important that needed his immediate attention.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he heard a heavy “thump”. Gwendal blinked lazily as he scanned the stable for the sound…perhaps he had imagined it?
*Thump*
There it was again. His eyes fixed on the last stall that was bathed in the day’s dying light.
Is there still a horse in here? He wondered. Waiting to hear another noise.
Another thumping noise occurred a few seconds later, and this time accompanied by what sounded like a short growl.
Gwendal approached the stall cautiously, hand ever-ready on his sword. He crept into the adjacent stall, to observe the source of the noise, and if necessary, take it by surprise.
He peered over the stall, ready to leap into action…but the sight that greeted his eyes rooted him on the spot.
He saw Conrart-naked-skin covered in a sheen of sweat; mouth opened in a soundless cry. His eyes were screwed shut , and his was backed arched.
Below Conrart, lay Jozak. The man’s blue eyes fixed solely on his lover with smoldering intensity. The red head looked smug, utterly complacent propped up against the bales with Conrart straddling him. He gripped Conrart’s hips; locking Conrart into place where they were joined.
Gwendal swallowed. He should have run out by now, or at least brought this utter show of indecency to a halt. But he couldn’t move.
“Touch yourself.” Jozak half drawled-half commanded. Lazy smile spreading across his features as his hands left Conrart’s hips to trail up the young man’s smooth chest in order to tease his lover’s nipples.
Conrart gave a suddering gasp, as he bit back the moan that almost escaped him, “J-Jozak…” The smaller male rasped, trying to protest; wriggling under Jozak’s firm hands.
“Do it.” The red head said in a harsh whisper, “I want to see you…Captain.”
At this Conrart moaned, and Gwendal felt his mouth run dry. He should leave.
But he found that he couldn’t, and so he watched his younger brother reached for his own erection. Conrart’s neck was bent forward, but Gwendal could still see the flush that was spreading downwards from Conrart’s face. Conrart gripped his member and began to stroke it slowly. Jozak’s smile widen impossibly more as he watched the show his lover performed.
“That’s it,” He whispered, hands trailing downwards to massage the tops of Conrad’s splayed thighs, “Just like that, spread your legs a little wider, I want to see you better.”
Conrad’s head jerked upwards, as he increased the speed of his stroking. The prince bit his lip in an effort to control his erratic breathing; his hips pushing forward into the hand that was teasing his cock.
Jozak suddenly gave a sharp thrust as he shifted his body to lean forward enough to place his hand over the tip of Conrart’s member. Conrart gasped as his lover began palm the top of the head.
Gwendal swallowed again trying to regain his better senses. He couldn’t believe himself acting like a peeping tom as he watched an intimate moment between his younger brother a lover. He could feel sweat gathering on his brow, a flush of humiliation spreading across his face as he found himself unable to tear his eyes away. To further complicate things, Gwendal could feel the dark feeling of desire beginning to swirl in his lower belly. Disgusting. How could he become aroused by watching these two? His younger brother, no less.
“J-jozak…” Conrart panted, his voice reaching an octave that Gwendal had never heard in his entire life, “Please…more.”
Jozak smirked, “You want more, Captain? What do you want?...Want me to finish you right here? Where anyone could walk in?”
Conrart winced and he pushed sharply against Jozak, in an effort to urge the red-head to move, “Damn it, Jozak…” he hissed.
Jozak chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss along Conrart’s neck, “You’re not afraid?”
“Afraid of what?” Conrart said impatiently.
“Getting caught…especially with your brother on the prowl…”
Gwendal ducked further below the edge of the stall. Had Gurrier seen him?
Conrart shoved half heartedly at Jozak’s shoulder, “Jozak…you can’t blame him for how he reacted in the offi-Oh!”
Gwendal peeped over the ledge to see that Jozak had suddenly flipped them, so that Conrart was on his back.
“Yes,” Jozak purred as he made short shallow thrusts into the body beneath him, “but what about dinner the other night? As I recall that was your fault, Captain.”
Conrart yelped, “I was being indecent, I admit…”
Jozak closed his mouth over Conrart’s swallowing the rest of the sentence, “Admit it,” Jozak smiled, “you like doing this where people can potentially catch you.”
Conrart turned his head away from his lover’s gaze.
“Dirty boy.” Jozak chuckled, “I don’t mind though. I can’t get enough of your body, Conrart…I’ll take you where ever you want it, no matter if your prude of a brother interrupts us or not…”
Gwendal scowled at Jozak’s words. Prude?! He most defiantly wasn’t a …okay maybe he was, but just because he had manners and the common decency to not conduct himself in such a way...
And yet for all your manners, you are still here spying on them.
Gwendal’s mind supplied.
The demon general decided it was time for him to depart. He’d concede this round to Conrart and Jozak. He stood up, but remained slightly crouched as he crept towards the open pen door.
Behind him, Gwendal concluded that Jozak had picked up the pace, as Conrart was now making the most urgent noises. The stoic man slipped through the door as quietly as possible, only to have the door swing wider than its original position and knock over the pitch fork that had been propped behind the door.
***