fic: voyerism?
Title: i never title things...
Wordcount: 646
characters: Gunter/ConrartxJosak
timeperiod: quite sometime before the war
Summary: mansex and self lovin' and non-graphic. i wrote it for a friend that's been having a rough few days. hope it doesn't suck. concrit very welcomed, as i so very rarely write anything involving conrart.
If a chip on one's shoulder was visible, Gunter gauged the one he saw on Conrart's was roughly the size of a fjord found in the northern coastal areas of his family's territory. He'd watch him grow from a quiet, polite boy, to a quite rough and hardened young man. It actually saddened Gunter to watch Conrart change into something so rough. No matter how he tried, there wasn't anything he could do himself. They made him this way. The torment by pure-bloods on both sides. He knew it was difficult for Conrart, but it wasn't anything he could relate to, and was subsequently pushed away.
However, Conrart did have someone to confide in, and, from what Gunter saw, someone that could lift his spirits. It was a terrible shame that Gwendal had Josak on assignment much of the time, but when he saw the expression on Conrart's face whenever Josak was around, Gunter could relax. What Gunter also noticed, aside from a slight ease in Conrart's temperament, was a deep rooted and almost primal sexual tension. In many ways, Gunter was jealous. He'd always been admired for his beauty by strangers and his mind by those around him. No one ever dared to love him in such ways.
Gunter never considered himself someone that pried into things that weren't important to himself or Shin Makoku, nor did he have a difficult time sleeping. So it a bit of a surprise to him the one night he found himself roaming the halls in the middle of the night and watching the scene unfold before him.
He had been heading from his room towards the kitchen when he saw the glint of a flickering candle eminating from a crack in Conrart's door. As he approached the slightly ajar door to close it, the sounds he heard and the sight he saw caught him dead in his tracks. He knew it was immoral and wrong for their unwed actions, but it was an even graver sin for him to watch them - yet he found himself completely unable to move.
Conrart's back was to him, yet he could see more than enough. The way Conrart's muscles tensed as he pulled Josak's arms to keep the mans' chest from touching the bed, the way Josak's face displayed pleasure as he clenched his teeth, everything was so vivid and detailed. It was so raw, so rough, yet so beautiful. Conrart's face was so focused and intense, almost as if he were in battle - although in a way, he was conquering a battle within himself. Watching Josak's body move roughly, yet rhythmically with each of Conrart's thrusts was equally entrancing - like it was something he'd wanted for so terribly long.
It wasn't long before he noticed the tightness in his own pants. It wasn't his pajamas that were restrictive, but the noble undergarments that frustrated him immensely. Keeping his eyes focused on the half-mazoku men, his one hand freed one of the ties at his hips that was enough to relieve some pressure, but not the tension. Moving his hand from his hips towards the front, he barely noticed he was keeping rhythm with the other men. His face was incredibly flush, and should anyone find him it would be a huge disgrace, but he couldn't help himself. Softly leaning against the closed door, he listened to Josak's soft taunts and Conrart's sharp commands, moving his own hand faster and faster. It was a satisfied groan and a few apologetic words and a hushed sigh of his own as he let free the lip he had been biting down on that snapped him from his trance. Removing and staring at his own hand, he realized his grievous sin and quickly made his way from the doorway, careful not to be seen as he went to hide his own transgressions.
Wordcount: 646
characters: Gunter/ConrartxJosak
timeperiod: quite sometime before the war
Summary: mansex and self lovin' and non-graphic. i wrote it for a friend that's been having a rough few days. hope it doesn't suck. concrit very welcomed, as i so very rarely write anything involving conrart.
If a chip on one's shoulder was visible, Gunter gauged the one he saw on Conrart's was roughly the size of a fjord found in the northern coastal areas of his family's territory. He'd watch him grow from a quiet, polite boy, to a quite rough and hardened young man. It actually saddened Gunter to watch Conrart change into something so rough. No matter how he tried, there wasn't anything he could do himself. They made him this way. The torment by pure-bloods on both sides. He knew it was difficult for Conrart, but it wasn't anything he could relate to, and was subsequently pushed away.
However, Conrart did have someone to confide in, and, from what Gunter saw, someone that could lift his spirits. It was a terrible shame that Gwendal had Josak on assignment much of the time, but when he saw the expression on Conrart's face whenever Josak was around, Gunter could relax. What Gunter also noticed, aside from a slight ease in Conrart's temperament, was a deep rooted and almost primal sexual tension. In many ways, Gunter was jealous. He'd always been admired for his beauty by strangers and his mind by those around him. No one ever dared to love him in such ways.
Gunter never considered himself someone that pried into things that weren't important to himself or Shin Makoku, nor did he have a difficult time sleeping. So it a bit of a surprise to him the one night he found himself roaming the halls in the middle of the night and watching the scene unfold before him.
He had been heading from his room towards the kitchen when he saw the glint of a flickering candle eminating from a crack in Conrart's door. As he approached the slightly ajar door to close it, the sounds he heard and the sight he saw caught him dead in his tracks. He knew it was immoral and wrong for their unwed actions, but it was an even graver sin for him to watch them - yet he found himself completely unable to move.
Conrart's back was to him, yet he could see more than enough. The way Conrart's muscles tensed as he pulled Josak's arms to keep the mans' chest from touching the bed, the way Josak's face displayed pleasure as he clenched his teeth, everything was so vivid and detailed. It was so raw, so rough, yet so beautiful. Conrart's face was so focused and intense, almost as if he were in battle - although in a way, he was conquering a battle within himself. Watching Josak's body move roughly, yet rhythmically with each of Conrart's thrusts was equally entrancing - like it was something he'd wanted for so terribly long.
It wasn't long before he noticed the tightness in his own pants. It wasn't his pajamas that were restrictive, but the noble undergarments that frustrated him immensely. Keeping his eyes focused on the half-mazoku men, his one hand freed one of the ties at his hips that was enough to relieve some pressure, but not the tension. Moving his hand from his hips towards the front, he barely noticed he was keeping rhythm with the other men. His face was incredibly flush, and should anyone find him it would be a huge disgrace, but he couldn't help himself. Softly leaning against the closed door, he listened to Josak's soft taunts and Conrart's sharp commands, moving his own hand faster and faster. It was a satisfied groan and a few apologetic words and a hushed sigh of his own as he let free the lip he had been biting down on that snapped him from his trance. Removing and staring at his own hand, he realized his grievous sin and quickly made his way from the doorway, careful not to be seen as he went to hide his own transgressions.