fic: Gwenter-ific
Title: Heika this, Heika that...
Pairing: GwendalxGunter
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Mansex, borderline rape (i was told this is called dubcon)
Disclaimer: i don't own kkm or the boys. i just like them lots ♥;
Summary: Gwendal gets fed up with the blabber about yuuri. let's gunter, uh, have it XD
i'm a little worried about OOC-ness, so please forgive *bows* (tho concrit is most welcome)
Long... Everything about him was long. His hair, his eyelashes, his fingers, his legs, and when going on about Yuuri, he was incredibly long winded. Again, Gwendal found himself in an unpleasant situation. The tall slender mazoku had invaded his office and filled it with the baritone of his complaints and whines. Heika this, Heika that... He much preferred the Gunter that was relatively quiet and observant, but would, on the rare occasion, throw a few flirty words his way (which he promptly declined despite how tempted he was). But since Yuuri came - that Gunter was extremely rare.
Yuuri. That kid spoiled all of his plans. The kingdom was having difficulties, but nothing he couldn't handle. People left him alone unless it was important, and that was just fine by him as well. No one knew of his hobbies and no one knew of his adoration of the beautiful thing that would occasionally grace his office. Now that beautiful thing was tainted with idealistic boy.
"Gunter..." His voice was quiet, but firm. The words continued to spew from the thin lips of the older mazoku without any sort of acknowledgement of his name being called. Heika this, heika that. How he missed the normal conversations about warfare and skirmishes or even about his mother's indifference and their mutual distaste of Stuffel. He had just stood from his chair when he heard a few words that sparked an immediate idea that was so wrong, yet to Gwendal, may have been long overdue. He slowly made his way to Gunter as he continued to babble and stood behind him.
"Ah, Heika's would be so delicate with..."
"Delicate? Like this?" Gwendal lost the battle to resist him. He pulled Gunter's hair away, breathing lightly on the back of his neck, he kissed the skin just below his earlobe. He expected Gunter to panic or at the very least, act startled, but he continued to hear words like 'gentle' and 'kind,' which were almost urging Gwendal to push forward. Was Gunter so absorbed in his own little world to even notice he was being touched? It was a risky act, but Gwendal had come this far, he wasn't about to back down quite yet. He needed to make himself known, but not to scare Gunter away. Following the thread of Gunter's leading words, Gwendal wrapped one hand around Gunter and pulled him closer while the other still held the long light hair out of the way to give his lips access to the pale skin that peered just above the mantle's collar.
It took the strong arm around him and the warm, hard body behind him to finally realize what was going on. It was certainly unexpected, and wasn't entirely welcomed, but he didn't know the appropriate actions to take. He appreciated his relationship with Gwendal, but here he was, suddenly held by the large, strong hands that had been so important on shaping the country he was fond of. "Gwendal... what..."
He noticed. But Gwendal didn't care. Not anymore. He was going to push forward. He wasn't very honest with himself most of the time, and it was due for a change - at least in this situation. Gunter wasn't totally resistant, but he didn't know how long it would be until he would. Moving the hand that was wrapped around the thin frame upward, he laid his hand on the pale cheek and turned the long face towards his own, sealing the other's lips with his own. So much about Yuuri all the time. It was nauseating. He finally had his attention and he was hoping to shut him up. At least for a while.
So much was wrong with the situation. But a lot felt right. Gunter didn't understand why things were happening as such, but he was in no position to argue. A simple kiss wasn't something that Gunter was unexposed to, but never from someone he worked so closely with. It easily could be forgotten about and life could move on - except that it wasn't a simple kiss. Not to Gwendal. Gwendal wasn't about to forget about anything. Letting Gunter free from his grasp, he expected him to run, but found himself being stared down by sparkling violet eyes. Gunter wasn't mad. It seemed a cross between sorrow and blankness. It wasn't an expression he'd seen before, and it didn't make the other man any less beautiful. Furrowing his brow and grunting slightly, he placed his hands on Gunter's shoulders. He could feel the slender man trembling, but he only narrowed his eyes and made his move. As Gwendal forced yet another kiss onto Gunter, he could feel those long fingers push slightly at his chest. He knew what Gunter's beliefs were but surely the elder mazoku hadn't followed them either.
Finally being pushed off, Gwendal continued to stare at Gunter. The blank sorrow had been replaced with confusion and traces of fear. Gwendal had Gunter right where he wanted him, and was not going to take no for an answer.
"Gwendal, this isn't -" Gunter's words again were cut off by Gwendal's lips.
Fearing that the next chance Gunter would have to run, he would, Gwendal roughly tore the button that held Gunter's mantle on and pushed it off the other's shoulders. Taking a firm hold of Gunter's waistband through his jacket, he held it and pulled Gunter closer as he whispered into the other's ear. "I'm so tired of hearing about your 'if only' comments about Heika all the time. I'm going to do things to you that you probably can't even imagine doing with Yuuri."
Shock. That's what he saw in those beautiful eyes with those long eyelashes. Not letting any time pass, he made quick work of dropping Gunter's sash, belt and opening his uniform. Quiet protests filled the room and Gwendal knew that if Gunter wanted to, he could push much harder than he was. It almost seemed like part of him wanted it. Good. He spent little time brushing his fingers and lips over the soft skin of Gunter's chest before silently confirming his objective with his knee.
Gunter couldn't have been more terrified of what was to come. He had daydreamed constantly about private moments with Yuuri, but none of them had gotten this explicit - mostly because he had passed out from blood loss at the thought. Gwendal was touching skin not touched by another since he was a baby in the bath by his family's attendants. His values and his beauty were a cursed sword. He'd thought many times of going against his principals to be touched like this, but everyone was always too fearful to approach him.
Gwendal's hand was rough, but warm and the attempt to be gentle as it slipped under his waistband was evident. If Gunter wasn't so nervous, he probably would have chuckled at how awkward everything was. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to wait for Yuuri. But he didn't want the feeling to end.
He stopped fighting... Gwendal noticed immediately when Gunter's hands stopped pushing against him, and just simply rested on his chest. Taking that as his signal to proceed, he loosened Gunter's pants, letting them fall to his knees. His noble undergarments were quickly disposed of as well, due to some convenient strings at the sides. Gwendal took a half step back to gaze at the beautiful body before him - Gunter looked away. His face flushed a bright red contrast to the rest of his pale frame. Gwendal would have rather had him stark, but even with his clothing open and lowered, he had seen enough to be satisfied. Everything about Gunter was long.
"Gwendal, isn't this enough? Shouldn't we - "
Gwendal snapped his retort. "I'm not finished." He was going to be gentle and delicate, but that was before. Gunter's pleas and exposed body were too much to withstand. Shedding his own coat and shirt, his broad, bare chest heaved as his desire to ravage Gunter completely escalated. Gwendal noticed tears forming in Gunter's eyes as he tried to persuade the slender mazoku's body with his hand. "Surely this isn't new to you," Gwendal snapped in a whisper.
"N-no... but... not with... another." Gunter's embarrassment was overwhelming. He wanted everything done and over with. Gwendal's hand moved with ease and Gunter's body listened. Gunter knew he wouldn't last long, as even when he would pleasure himself he felt immense shame and tried to finish quickly.
Gwendal was surprised at Gunter's answer, but in a way, wasn't. He suspected by the way Gunter grabbed onto his arms and leaned forward onto his chest - hair falling and clinging to the skin on both their bodies, that he would soon have what he needed. Gwendal was resourceful and often had something for most situations on hand, but this was one situation he hadn't really ever prepared for. Using a free hand, Gwendal maneuvered his pants down, grunting as he relieved the pressure. Temporarily releasing his grip, he tightened it only after both members were in his grasp.
Clenching his eyes, Gunter dug his fingertips into Gwendal's muscular arms. A few tears streamed down his cheek as he let out a sad whimper along with his fluids. His body shuddered as Gwendal didn't stop until he had nothing left.
Gwendal was finally ready to show Gunter what he meant by his earlier statement. Using Gunter's own seed as lubricant, Gwendal prepared himself as he stepped aside and pushed Gunter forward onto his desk. Moving Gunter's coat out of his way, he traced down his crevice with a finger, lightly prodding at his destination. "Did I not say I was going to do things to you?"
More tears fell down Gunter's face and dripped onto the blotter on Gwendal's desk. The feeling of just Gwendal's finger was a little on the painful side and he dread anything more. Gunter's whimpers were mixed with small sobs, begging for Gwendal to stop. He always wanted to be loved, but not this way. He wanted romance. He wanted to be wooed. He never dreamed he'd be bent over Gwendal's desk, already spent and about to be violated by the former maou's eldest son. He'd known Gwendal for so many years, been through so much together, but never imagined Gwendal would do such a thing.
Gwendal on the other hand was ready. Gunter's spent fluids were warm and quite effective for what Gwendal needed. Pulling out his finger, he pressed his body against Gunter's, growling into his ear one last time. "It'll hurt less if you relax. Yuuri wouldn't want you to get hurt, would he?" Not giving Gunter an opportunity to respond, he pushed himself into Gunter. He went in slow, not wanting to damage the perfect body beneath him, but it was so warm and so tight.
Gunter cried out. It wasn't like anything he'd ever expected. It hurt initially, but a few slow movements in and out let him relax and begin to enjoy the feeling. His small cries were no longer pleading for Gwendal to stop, but direct reactions to the pleasure he was actually feeling.
Gwendal compared Gunter to a fine wine that had been stored away for a special occasion. He was probably at the peak of his beauty and wasn't wasted on anyone unnecessary. For someone who appreciated a fine drink, there was no one better to have the first taste of this mazoku. Gwendal held Gunter's hips firmly and gradually increased his pace. He wanted to savor him, enjoy him, and most certainly not break him. If he had it his way, he would convince Gunter that this was something he would want for a very long time. His pace was steady and moderate until he heard the plea he didn't expect, but was quite willing to oblige.
If Gunter could see and hear himself, he would have been even more embarrassed than he was in the position he was in. He would have fainted to hear himself ask for Gwendal to go faster, and Shinou only knows what would have happened if he heard himself ask for it to be harder. Next to the stains from his tears, it would be a matter of time before the saliva that had dribbled onto the blotter would be soaked in. His hair clung to his face and everything was beginning to blur. He didn't know what was happening, but he quite thoroughly enjoying himself. His cries escalated briefly until Gwendal stopped. He felt the warmth inside him, the twitching, the few slams into his backside after, and finally, a great emptiness.
Gwendal groaned as he came. Making sure that he filled Gunter as much as he could, he waited a moment before pulling out. It was almost if a great weight had been pulled from his shoulders and he could go about life with less pressure. At least for a while. Feeling a little bad about what he'd done as he looked at the violated body before him, he helped Gunter off the desk and sat him on the floor. Sitting beside him, he moved the light hair from his face and wiped the saliva and the sweat with his hand. Satisfaction and guilt. The two emotions that ran through Gwendal's body couldn't be more opposite. He had gotten something he'd wanted for so long, but he wasn't sure of the expense. Gunter's face was vacant, his eyes glazed over and his breath heavy. Even in this state he was beautiful - if not more beautiful than before.
Rolling his eyes to the side, Gunter caught Gwendal's expression. The wrinkles in his brow were lessened and he appeared much more at ease. Gunter wondered if he appeared like this while he knitted. Blinking slowly, he grimaced as he felt Gwendal's fluids vacate his body. It was awkward, that's for sure, not only the sensation, but the tension in the air around them. Someone needed to say something and Gunter took the initiative. "I'm sorry Gwendal."
Sorry? He had just tainted such a pure body and Gunter was the one apologizing? "Gunter..."
"I should have had more concern for your emotions. This Gunter was unaware that my words were that infuriating." Gunter hung his head and stared at the floor between his legs. His clothes were rumpled at his knees and his jacket was sliding down his arms. He was beyond shameful but no longer had the strength to show it. If anything, he wanted to collect himself and retreat to his own quarters.
Standing, Gwendal pulled his pants up and fastened them and helped Gunter to his feet without a word. He saw how shaky the slender legs were and since he helped Gunter undress, he took care to help him redress. Sighing, he folded the mantle and handed it to the man as he wearily exited the office. His voice low, he sent Gunter away with a few words of his own before closing the door to hide the evidence of his transgressions. "Sorry... and they're not infuriating."
Pairing: GwendalxGunter
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Mansex, borderline rape (i was told this is called dubcon)
Disclaimer: i don't own kkm or the boys. i just like them lots ♥;
Summary: Gwendal gets fed up with the blabber about yuuri. let's gunter, uh, have it XD
i'm a little worried about OOC-ness, so please forgive *bows* (tho concrit is most welcome)
Long... Everything about him was long. His hair, his eyelashes, his fingers, his legs, and when going on about Yuuri, he was incredibly long winded. Again, Gwendal found himself in an unpleasant situation. The tall slender mazoku had invaded his office and filled it with the baritone of his complaints and whines. Heika this, Heika that... He much preferred the Gunter that was relatively quiet and observant, but would, on the rare occasion, throw a few flirty words his way (which he promptly declined despite how tempted he was). But since Yuuri came - that Gunter was extremely rare.
Yuuri. That kid spoiled all of his plans. The kingdom was having difficulties, but nothing he couldn't handle. People left him alone unless it was important, and that was just fine by him as well. No one knew of his hobbies and no one knew of his adoration of the beautiful thing that would occasionally grace his office. Now that beautiful thing was tainted with idealistic boy.
"Gunter..." His voice was quiet, but firm. The words continued to spew from the thin lips of the older mazoku without any sort of acknowledgement of his name being called. Heika this, heika that. How he missed the normal conversations about warfare and skirmishes or even about his mother's indifference and their mutual distaste of Stuffel. He had just stood from his chair when he heard a few words that sparked an immediate idea that was so wrong, yet to Gwendal, may have been long overdue. He slowly made his way to Gunter as he continued to babble and stood behind him.
"Ah, Heika's would be so delicate with..."
"Delicate? Like this?" Gwendal lost the battle to resist him. He pulled Gunter's hair away, breathing lightly on the back of his neck, he kissed the skin just below his earlobe. He expected Gunter to panic or at the very least, act startled, but he continued to hear words like 'gentle' and 'kind,' which were almost urging Gwendal to push forward. Was Gunter so absorbed in his own little world to even notice he was being touched? It was a risky act, but Gwendal had come this far, he wasn't about to back down quite yet. He needed to make himself known, but not to scare Gunter away. Following the thread of Gunter's leading words, Gwendal wrapped one hand around Gunter and pulled him closer while the other still held the long light hair out of the way to give his lips access to the pale skin that peered just above the mantle's collar.
It took the strong arm around him and the warm, hard body behind him to finally realize what was going on. It was certainly unexpected, and wasn't entirely welcomed, but he didn't know the appropriate actions to take. He appreciated his relationship with Gwendal, but here he was, suddenly held by the large, strong hands that had been so important on shaping the country he was fond of. "Gwendal... what..."
He noticed. But Gwendal didn't care. Not anymore. He was going to push forward. He wasn't very honest with himself most of the time, and it was due for a change - at least in this situation. Gunter wasn't totally resistant, but he didn't know how long it would be until he would. Moving the hand that was wrapped around the thin frame upward, he laid his hand on the pale cheek and turned the long face towards his own, sealing the other's lips with his own. So much about Yuuri all the time. It was nauseating. He finally had his attention and he was hoping to shut him up. At least for a while.
So much was wrong with the situation. But a lot felt right. Gunter didn't understand why things were happening as such, but he was in no position to argue. A simple kiss wasn't something that Gunter was unexposed to, but never from someone he worked so closely with. It easily could be forgotten about and life could move on - except that it wasn't a simple kiss. Not to Gwendal. Gwendal wasn't about to forget about anything. Letting Gunter free from his grasp, he expected him to run, but found himself being stared down by sparkling violet eyes. Gunter wasn't mad. It seemed a cross between sorrow and blankness. It wasn't an expression he'd seen before, and it didn't make the other man any less beautiful. Furrowing his brow and grunting slightly, he placed his hands on Gunter's shoulders. He could feel the slender man trembling, but he only narrowed his eyes and made his move. As Gwendal forced yet another kiss onto Gunter, he could feel those long fingers push slightly at his chest. He knew what Gunter's beliefs were but surely the elder mazoku hadn't followed them either.
Finally being pushed off, Gwendal continued to stare at Gunter. The blank sorrow had been replaced with confusion and traces of fear. Gwendal had Gunter right where he wanted him, and was not going to take no for an answer.
"Gwendal, this isn't -" Gunter's words again were cut off by Gwendal's lips.
Fearing that the next chance Gunter would have to run, he would, Gwendal roughly tore the button that held Gunter's mantle on and pushed it off the other's shoulders. Taking a firm hold of Gunter's waistband through his jacket, he held it and pulled Gunter closer as he whispered into the other's ear. "I'm so tired of hearing about your 'if only' comments about Heika all the time. I'm going to do things to you that you probably can't even imagine doing with Yuuri."
Shock. That's what he saw in those beautiful eyes with those long eyelashes. Not letting any time pass, he made quick work of dropping Gunter's sash, belt and opening his uniform. Quiet protests filled the room and Gwendal knew that if Gunter wanted to, he could push much harder than he was. It almost seemed like part of him wanted it. Good. He spent little time brushing his fingers and lips over the soft skin of Gunter's chest before silently confirming his objective with his knee.
Gunter couldn't have been more terrified of what was to come. He had daydreamed constantly about private moments with Yuuri, but none of them had gotten this explicit - mostly because he had passed out from blood loss at the thought. Gwendal was touching skin not touched by another since he was a baby in the bath by his family's attendants. His values and his beauty were a cursed sword. He'd thought many times of going against his principals to be touched like this, but everyone was always too fearful to approach him.
Gwendal's hand was rough, but warm and the attempt to be gentle as it slipped under his waistband was evident. If Gunter wasn't so nervous, he probably would have chuckled at how awkward everything was. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to wait for Yuuri. But he didn't want the feeling to end.
He stopped fighting... Gwendal noticed immediately when Gunter's hands stopped pushing against him, and just simply rested on his chest. Taking that as his signal to proceed, he loosened Gunter's pants, letting them fall to his knees. His noble undergarments were quickly disposed of as well, due to some convenient strings at the sides. Gwendal took a half step back to gaze at the beautiful body before him - Gunter looked away. His face flushed a bright red contrast to the rest of his pale frame. Gwendal would have rather had him stark, but even with his clothing open and lowered, he had seen enough to be satisfied. Everything about Gunter was long.
"Gwendal, isn't this enough? Shouldn't we - "
Gwendal snapped his retort. "I'm not finished." He was going to be gentle and delicate, but that was before. Gunter's pleas and exposed body were too much to withstand. Shedding his own coat and shirt, his broad, bare chest heaved as his desire to ravage Gunter completely escalated. Gwendal noticed tears forming in Gunter's eyes as he tried to persuade the slender mazoku's body with his hand. "Surely this isn't new to you," Gwendal snapped in a whisper.
"N-no... but... not with... another." Gunter's embarrassment was overwhelming. He wanted everything done and over with. Gwendal's hand moved with ease and Gunter's body listened. Gunter knew he wouldn't last long, as even when he would pleasure himself he felt immense shame and tried to finish quickly.
Gwendal was surprised at Gunter's answer, but in a way, wasn't. He suspected by the way Gunter grabbed onto his arms and leaned forward onto his chest - hair falling and clinging to the skin on both their bodies, that he would soon have what he needed. Gwendal was resourceful and often had something for most situations on hand, but this was one situation he hadn't really ever prepared for. Using a free hand, Gwendal maneuvered his pants down, grunting as he relieved the pressure. Temporarily releasing his grip, he tightened it only after both members were in his grasp.
Clenching his eyes, Gunter dug his fingertips into Gwendal's muscular arms. A few tears streamed down his cheek as he let out a sad whimper along with his fluids. His body shuddered as Gwendal didn't stop until he had nothing left.
Gwendal was finally ready to show Gunter what he meant by his earlier statement. Using Gunter's own seed as lubricant, Gwendal prepared himself as he stepped aside and pushed Gunter forward onto his desk. Moving Gunter's coat out of his way, he traced down his crevice with a finger, lightly prodding at his destination. "Did I not say I was going to do things to you?"
More tears fell down Gunter's face and dripped onto the blotter on Gwendal's desk. The feeling of just Gwendal's finger was a little on the painful side and he dread anything more. Gunter's whimpers were mixed with small sobs, begging for Gwendal to stop. He always wanted to be loved, but not this way. He wanted romance. He wanted to be wooed. He never dreamed he'd be bent over Gwendal's desk, already spent and about to be violated by the former maou's eldest son. He'd known Gwendal for so many years, been through so much together, but never imagined Gwendal would do such a thing.
Gwendal on the other hand was ready. Gunter's spent fluids were warm and quite effective for what Gwendal needed. Pulling out his finger, he pressed his body against Gunter's, growling into his ear one last time. "It'll hurt less if you relax. Yuuri wouldn't want you to get hurt, would he?" Not giving Gunter an opportunity to respond, he pushed himself into Gunter. He went in slow, not wanting to damage the perfect body beneath him, but it was so warm and so tight.
Gunter cried out. It wasn't like anything he'd ever expected. It hurt initially, but a few slow movements in and out let him relax and begin to enjoy the feeling. His small cries were no longer pleading for Gwendal to stop, but direct reactions to the pleasure he was actually feeling.
Gwendal compared Gunter to a fine wine that had been stored away for a special occasion. He was probably at the peak of his beauty and wasn't wasted on anyone unnecessary. For someone who appreciated a fine drink, there was no one better to have the first taste of this mazoku. Gwendal held Gunter's hips firmly and gradually increased his pace. He wanted to savor him, enjoy him, and most certainly not break him. If he had it his way, he would convince Gunter that this was something he would want for a very long time. His pace was steady and moderate until he heard the plea he didn't expect, but was quite willing to oblige.
If Gunter could see and hear himself, he would have been even more embarrassed than he was in the position he was in. He would have fainted to hear himself ask for Gwendal to go faster, and Shinou only knows what would have happened if he heard himself ask for it to be harder. Next to the stains from his tears, it would be a matter of time before the saliva that had dribbled onto the blotter would be soaked in. His hair clung to his face and everything was beginning to blur. He didn't know what was happening, but he quite thoroughly enjoying himself. His cries escalated briefly until Gwendal stopped. He felt the warmth inside him, the twitching, the few slams into his backside after, and finally, a great emptiness.
Gwendal groaned as he came. Making sure that he filled Gunter as much as he could, he waited a moment before pulling out. It was almost if a great weight had been pulled from his shoulders and he could go about life with less pressure. At least for a while. Feeling a little bad about what he'd done as he looked at the violated body before him, he helped Gunter off the desk and sat him on the floor. Sitting beside him, he moved the light hair from his face and wiped the saliva and the sweat with his hand. Satisfaction and guilt. The two emotions that ran through Gwendal's body couldn't be more opposite. He had gotten something he'd wanted for so long, but he wasn't sure of the expense. Gunter's face was vacant, his eyes glazed over and his breath heavy. Even in this state he was beautiful - if not more beautiful than before.
Rolling his eyes to the side, Gunter caught Gwendal's expression. The wrinkles in his brow were lessened and he appeared much more at ease. Gunter wondered if he appeared like this while he knitted. Blinking slowly, he grimaced as he felt Gwendal's fluids vacate his body. It was awkward, that's for sure, not only the sensation, but the tension in the air around them. Someone needed to say something and Gunter took the initiative. "I'm sorry Gwendal."
Sorry? He had just tainted such a pure body and Gunter was the one apologizing? "Gunter..."
"I should have had more concern for your emotions. This Gunter was unaware that my words were that infuriating." Gunter hung his head and stared at the floor between his legs. His clothes were rumpled at his knees and his jacket was sliding down his arms. He was beyond shameful but no longer had the strength to show it. If anything, he wanted to collect himself and retreat to his own quarters.
Standing, Gwendal pulled his pants up and fastened them and helped Gunter to his feet without a word. He saw how shaky the slender legs were and since he helped Gunter undress, he took care to help him redress. Sighing, he folded the mantle and handed it to the man as he wearily exited the office. His voice low, he sent Gunter away with a few words of his own before closing the door to hide the evidence of his transgressions. "Sorry... and they're not infuriating."