Lord and Lady Weller, part 3
Name: Lord and Lady Weller
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Conzak
Rating: K+ - M/ PG-13 - NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, citrus (mainly lemon), crossdressing (it’s Yozak, damnit!), OC (minor character) and OOC, fluff, romance, ... duh.
Summary: Conrad and Yozak wanted to marry since a long time, but things changed and Yozak is getting impatient. How far is Conrad willing to go in order to keep the one he loves by his side forever?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou. If I did, it would be censored 18+ and a whole episode would be dedicated to Conrad f*cking Yozak into the matress. And Yuuri would finally marry Wolfram. And so on. Seeing that none of this is happening, I guess Kyou Kara Maou doesn’t belong to me. Sadly. But I’m making plans on seducing the owners and inherit the rights.
Glowing in the dusk
It didn’t take them long to arive on the shores of Big Shimaron in the small fisherwtown which was the nearest to Bandarbia. Because of this position the people knew about the eloping couples marrying on the island fairly well, since most of the pairs went through it, or even got into a hotel in the town for their wedding night. So as Yozak, or more appropriately, Lady Weller, still in her wedding dress entered a small boutique no questions were asked and the cashier was nice neough to help ‚her‘ pick the dresses ‚she‘ would be using on their honeymoon. It wouldn’t have been a problem to enlighten the miss, but Yozak fell into a charm of sorts, into the game he would be playing with his husband, for a year, in a silent agreement passing between them.
So with the help of the cashier he picked 5 dresses complete with accessoires as hats, shoes and handbags, 3 nightgowns of different colors and slightly differing in the design, 2 cloaks, 2 wintercoats, 1 fan and 1 swimsuit - bikini with a floral motive. And a travelling bag big enough to fit everything in. And in the next shop he bought hairpins, armbands and other jewelery and make-up appropriate for a noble Lady. And so, dressed in ‚her‘ new outfit, carrying the stuffed bag (where she put in the wedding dress too), Lady Weller made her way to the inn her husband picked as their ‚stay for the night‘. It was one of those better inns in the town, situated on the main square.
He enetered and first thing he saw (I’m sorry with the she/he thing, but I really need to figure it out. HELP!) was the balding man at the reception. „Lady Weller?“ he asked and recieved a nod. „Yes, sir. I assume my husband has already arrived.“
„He’s waiting for you in your room. Here, let me help you.“ And he took the bag from the lady and led her to the 1st floor into the room he claimed to be the biggest.
Lord Weller was already anticipating their arrival, for as they entered he stood up immediately. And upon spotting his wife, his mouth went slightly agape, but he caught himself before it could be considered rude and approached them, taking the Ladys hand, kissing it. „My beautifull lady.“ He breathed.
„Mylord...“ Yozak spread his fan and waved himself air, flustered through the compliment.
„I’ll leave you then to yourselves.“ The inn keeper said. „The door at the end of the room leads into your private bathroom attached to this suit and you can also visit the balcony with sight to the main square. I hope everything will be to your liking and feel free to come to me if there’s any inconvenience. Please accept my congratulations and best wishes.“ With that said he left, closing the door behind himself. The pair turned from the closed door to look at eachother The sun has already almost set and was painting the room and illuminating their faces golden and red, making their eyes look shades lighter.
Conrad took in the sight of his beautifull wife. She was dressed in a dress of a light yellowish-beige color and wearing a closed hat around the orange locks, in the sunset seeming almost golden. The top of the dress was loose, a colar adorning the neckline, divided in the middle, and the part of the arm from the elbow to the wrist was tight and white. The skirt was two-layered. Conrad however, had renewed his clothes too. Instead of the khaki military unifrom he wore a suite of lightblue and the black boots were replaced with white ones. „You’re beautifull.“ he breathed.
„Anata...“
And he kissed his wife, his lips soft and gentle, not too light as if reluctant, but not hard and demanding either. It was soft, gentle, chaste, subtle, filled with love - a kiss of a gentleman. Yozaks knees suddenly felt very weak and she had to put her arms around her husband. He however broke the kiss. „Not yet. Only a little more patience, love. We’re sweaty and dirty. I’m sure a refreshing bath would do us good.“
Yozak smiled. „Mylord is so thoughtfull of me. I agree, but only on one condition, if I may be so daring.“
„Just one word from you mylady and I’ll do anything. Whatever you wish for, you shall have.“
„Mylord is so kind...This wish of mine is very simple, but hard to complete.“
„Speak, mylady.“
„If you want to bath, let’s bath separately, for I don’t think either of us will be able to hold back any longer. My whole body trembles in anticipation what is about to come, but I want to see you shining from the light of the skies when you finally make me your wife.“
Conrad considered it, but as he saw the eyes of infinite skyblue shining white in the light of the late twilight, he nodded his approval. „I’ll grant you your wish my Lady, my love, even if it tears me apart to wait any longer. But through this little inconvenience, it will be even sweeter.“ And he kissed the exposed neckline, making Yozak shudder and utter a small breath in the moment of weakness.
„May your kind and patient heart be blessed.“
„Just as blessed as your strenght and consciousness.“ His breath against the skin was hot and made the ladys knees shake.
„Would mylord mind go first?“
„Anything for you, my fair lady.“
And as Conrad disappeared behind the bathroom doors, Yozak collapsed on the bed, trying to still his beating heart and stop the trembling of his body, even if it was very pleasent and made him want more, much more. But there was a reason for doing this, a little surprise, a reward for so much patience.
So as his husband emerged, she entered quickly, wanting to get done fast, because the need couldn’t be denied much longer. It only took 15 minutes for the bathroom door to open again and then there stood unmistakably Yozak, his white nightgown clinging to his damp body, showing the strong features but underlining the feminity of his face. The sun has already set, disappeared behind the horizon, darkening the room now, the dusk painting it a majestic silvery blue. The sky still wasn’t of a dark, nightblue color, but one of silver, cold yet wonderfull, making everything look like magic.
Their eyes held the looks for a long time, until Conrad, already lying on the bed, held out his hand and whispered ina husky voice. „Come here.“
That was all it took Yozak to get moving, towards the bed, putting one knee on it while beding over, never breaking the eye contact. They stared at eachother a few moments longer, then Conrad sat up and kissed Yozak, guiding him gently to lie down on the back, leaning over him, breathing heavy, body shaking from passion and need, eyes dark with lust.
Yozak began trembling again, but he didn’t know if it was anticipation or fear creeping into him. He didn’t understand. It wasn’t like they had never done it before, they did, several times, and he didn’t know why he suddenly felt like a unexpierienced virgin, anticipating, wanting, yet fearing what was about to happen. What was other on this one time? The answer came almost immediately: It was their wedding night, the night when they would become fully husband and wife, bounded together until their death, untill their souls would part and return to the cycle of reincarnation.
And here he lay now, suddenly afraid of the change in this relationship, the new level of deepness. Now he knew what the word ‚fear‘ meant, because he lived it with every cell of his body. But at the same time he knew he wanted this change to come, he needed it, those very cells calling for the touch of this man above him. And as he felt the hand stroking his tigh through the nightgown, wandering with the touch up and down, the touch strong and then light, almost like a ghost, like a gently breeze, he knew he was lost. The anticipating fear grew and with it the determination. He listened to the whispered compliment, leaning into the touches and kisses and offering his own.
But if somebody would ask him about the details, he knew he wouldn’t be able to tell. He didn’t know what was happening, he could only feel. And he did fell, for hours, ultimate love and passion, need and lust,, fear and want, trust and again, love. Vaguely he noticed that the nightgown disappeared only an eternity later, his ears picking up compliments about how it looked good on him, how it made him beautifull as a woman, but strong as a man. At first the touches remained on the nightgown, not going under it. How long it took for it to finally happen, he didn’t know.
He didn’t even know what was happening, he could only feel those hands and those emotions seeping through him. Dark night already fell upon them as he felt the emotions grow stronger, more intense and the lust and passion flowing through him as he felt how he was moving in unison with the man who was now his other half, his partner, his anata, his husband. And it stopped just as it begun: When the skies were of pure silver, illuminating them in the magic light, just the moment before dawn, when the sun would take a glimpse of their genuine love, which evolved into the level of complete trust and devotion.
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When Conrad woke up the sun was already high in the sky and he guessed it was sometime before noon. He looked around as he took in his surroundings and his eyes fell on the person, the man lying next to him, curled up on one side, lips slightly parted, giving only the faintest of sounds. It made him smile and trace the contures of the beautifull face, content in the sleep. He kissed the lips slightly and as Yozak didn’t budge and inch, he decided that he’ll let him sleep.
He remembered the last night, but only vaguely. The only thing he remebered clearly, as if lying in front of him were those beautifull eyes, shining and glinting in the lights of the night like two diamonds. And he remembered the skin, shining like a ruby in the twilight, glowing like silver in the dusk and in the light of the moon and finally, painted gold in the first strays of sunlight, when the breathing stilled, the heartbeat quieted and the mind went into the land of dreams. He was so beautifull, so handsome, so...simply Yozak. There wasn’t a man who was more beautifull than him. Even if he posed as a woman. Especially when he posed as a woman. Even if Conrad Weller didn’t seem as the type liking kink, Yozak was Yozak. Unmistakable, and beautifull in a womans dress. Conrad loved to see him in those dresses and since yesterday even more. They suited him, they made him wonderfull and complete and Yozak. His lovely Lady Weller. He already looked forward to the next year of their travell. And he looked forward to the dusks painting the silver, making their love glow.
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Phew...Good grascious Shinou...This was fun to write. I utterly enjoyed it. *checks it over* I kinda like it. Do you?
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