[FIC] Up For A Chat.
Title: Up For A Chat.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou.
Warnings: Dub-con.
Characters/couples: Yozak/Wolfram.
Summary: Wolfram hated that stupid half human, Gurrier, from the moment he saw him laughing with Weller.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for springkink: Kyou Kara Maou, Yozak/Wolfram: Stroking - "seasoned hands"
Up For A Chat.
Wolfram hated the stupid half human from the moment he saw him laughing with Weller, clapping a hand over Weller's back with the same easiness that he would later put a hand on the small of Weller's back, a language in the way they acted around each other that spoke about familiarity, about trust, about intimacy.
And the bastard was just so damn smug, acting as if he owned the whole place, as if he wasn't just a stupid human mix. He wasn't even born in Shin Makoku to lessen the barbaric mix of his blood, no. He came from a completely human country.
It was completely disgusting that his Brother had given him permission to join the Shin Makoku army. Gurrier wasn't like Weller, who'd at least be loyal to Shin Makoku, if at least because of Mother. Gurrier would, surely, end up selling the secrets of the military to whoever offered him the best liquor. He had told as much to Gwendal, but Gwendal hadn't even looked up from his reports, just telling him that Yozak Gurrier was loyal to Shin Makoku for certain.
Then, it would have to fall in his hands to make sure that the stupid half wouldn't betray them.
Once Wolfram marched to the barracks - and oh, how he hated to go there, even if he knew that, once he had convinced Brother and Mother to allow him to join the army, he'd be staying there at least for a year - he went directly to Gurrier's room, opening it without knocking.
“Gurrier, what-!” And he interrupted himself, eyes wide open in disgust as he saw another soldier standing there, naked,a panicked expression covering his face while Gurrier had the man's cock in his mouth, his own cock hard and flushed, also completely naked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. As an afterthought, he withdrew, but kept his hand over the other trash' cock.
“Ever heard about knocking, Highness?” Gurrier asked pleasantly, moving his hand over the soldier's cock. For a second Wolfram was just thankful that it hadn't been Weller and this disgusting man, but that feeling was quickly replaced by rage.
“You. Out,” he ordered the soldier, who was quick to scram, barely stopping to pick up a pair of trousers and a vest. Gurrier gave a sigh and stood up, stretching, but showed a complete lack of respect by staying like that. “And you, what do you think you are doing, you irresponsible half blood?!”
“Frankly, Highness,” Gurrier said, stretching and looking at him with that hateful smugness. “It's my room, and I'm not on duty right now. Really, Highness; it's you the one who came without knocking into my room and who's having no consideration of my privacy.”
Wolfram seethed, willing himself not to use his powers. He still had troubles controlling the flames, and despite how tempting it was, he wasn't going to start - another - fire.
“Hear me out, Gurrier. You better not try to do this with Weller, did you hear me?!”
Gurrier blinked at him, and then grinned. “Why, Highness. Are you jealous?”
If he was blushing, Wolfram thought, it was out of the lewd and completely vulgar behavior of the half demon in front of him and nothing else.
“Just keep your disgusting hands away from Weller, he's enough dishonor without rutting with the plebe,” Wolfram snorted, lifting his face. “After all, it is quite obvious that anyone would do for you.”
There was silence for a moment, and Wolfram was just starting to feel victorious when Gurrier chuckled.
“'Anyone', Highness?” Gurrier gave him an ugly grin and a leer, and only then Wolfram realized just how much taller and stronger Gurrier was than him, fucking human farmer.
Wolfram was able to say in his most imperious voice 'Don't You' before Gurrier moved, faster than he would have credited a soldier like him, an arm around his waist while his other hands held tightly to his wrists, and then he was being pushed face down to the bed, Gurrier straddling the back of his thighs, keeping his wrists caught in a bruising hold.
Wolfram gasped and tried to move, tried to unbalance the bastard so he'd get even just one hand free, but Gurrier settled more of his weight. His free hand snaked underneath him and Wolfram blanched when he felt Gurrier's hand undoing the buttons of his breeches with expertise.
“Let go!”
Gurrier's breath was against his neck, and Wolfram was sure he felt his tongue even as Wolfram tried to move. The half breed was hard against the curve of his ass.
“But it was you who said that 'anyone' would do, Highness~” Yozak murmured. “But be my guest if you wanna ask for help, though. In less than three minutes a bunch of dirty half human soldiers will be here, no doubts.”
Wolfram bit on his lip, breathing hard and furious, but he knew he wasn't going to scream for help, knew that he would rather let Gurrier rape him than have his pride take such a blow as to be pinned by a stupid human trash. He fought to get one of his hands free because if he could just get a hand free, then...
Then, Gurrier was finally able to yank his breeches and underwear low enough to curl his hand around his dick and Wolfram drew in a startled gasp, now feeling the blunt press of Gurrier's cock against his ass, even as his other hand kept stroking him, teasing his dick to an erection.
Gurrier's hand was much rougher than his, much broader than his; they were the hands of a man who had worked all his life, calluses from something other than sword fighting against his need making Wolfram gasp and pant.
“Nice, huh?” Gurrier said, bitting on the back of his neck and then sucking there. He was rubbing against him, his weight almost too much against him. Wolfram refused to answer but he moaned when Gurrier's thumb teased at the head of his dick, spreading wetness.
He was already so hard with just a few moments of Gurrier stroking him, breathing hard with his eyes tightly closed. He heard Gurrier chuckle against his ear when his hips bucked, when the need to come won against the wanting to get the stupid half human off him.
Gurrier stroked him faster then, harder, and Wolfram was unable to stop himself from moaning as his hips bucked against Gurrier, coming on his hand.
“Quick, ain't you?” Gurrier snickered but kept undulating against him, rubbing against him; it took him a few moments to recover, but Wolfram could feel his hard cock rubbing against the crack of his ass, and then Gurrier grunted and moved against him faster before he stilled, giving a low grunt; Wolfram felt his blood boil when the splatter of come hit his ass and thighs and he tried to free himself again.
“Let me go, you beast!”
Gurrier still took his damn sweet time to comply, keeping his bruising hold on his wrist and almost crushing him with his weight before he moved away. Wolfram was quick to scramble off the bed, holding his trousers before they fell. His clothes, he knew, were a mess. He didn't even want to think of how the back probably looked, just feeling the way Gurrier's semen stuck to his thighs and ass.
The stupid half blood smiled at him, innocent and wide, and raised his right hand, the one that had stroked him to an orgasm. Wolfram flushed a darker red when he saw the stupid commoner licking his hand slowly, still looking so damn smug.
“I...!”
“'Had a wonderful time? Want to thank you for the orgasm? Am wondering how do you feel about next time offering me a blowjob?'” Gurrier hummed, tilting his head. “Or would it be rather 'I'll see you're at least fired and go and cry to my big brothers even though I'm always whining about how I'm a big boy who knows how to wipe his own bum?'”
Wolfram seethed, despite knowing that, if he had been able to choose, it would have been the last one. Not now, though. Still glaring at the man, he was quick to fix himself as much as possible before pointing a finger towards Gurrier, who was still naked and had come stuck to his stomach and was looking as comfortable as possible.
“This won't stay like this, you fucking animal!”
“Why, Highness, if you wanted that you should've just told me,” Gurrier leered at him and opened his legs, moving the hand that he had just licked to grab his cock, starting to stroke it. “If you give me a few moments, we can have another go.”
Wolfram snarled and turned around, opened the door and let it hit the wall before stomping out of there.
“Do come again, Highness!” Gurrier called after him. Wolfram pictured he was, most likely, waving his fingers a little, the other hand still holding his cock. “I'm always up for a chat!”
Wolfram clenched his jaw and stalked towards his room, completely and absolutely ignoring the fact that his cock didn't seem as uninterested as it should be on the possibility of this repeating.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou.
Warnings: Dub-con.
Characters/couples: Yozak/Wolfram.
Summary: Wolfram hated that stupid half human, Gurrier, from the moment he saw him laughing with Weller.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Written for springkink: Kyou Kara Maou, Yozak/Wolfram: Stroking - "seasoned hands"
Up For A Chat.
Wolfram hated the stupid half human from the moment he saw him laughing with Weller, clapping a hand over Weller's back with the same easiness that he would later put a hand on the small of Weller's back, a language in the way they acted around each other that spoke about familiarity, about trust, about intimacy.
And the bastard was just so damn smug, acting as if he owned the whole place, as if he wasn't just a stupid human mix. He wasn't even born in Shin Makoku to lessen the barbaric mix of his blood, no. He came from a completely human country.
It was completely disgusting that his Brother had given him permission to join the Shin Makoku army. Gurrier wasn't like Weller, who'd at least be loyal to Shin Makoku, if at least because of Mother. Gurrier would, surely, end up selling the secrets of the military to whoever offered him the best liquor. He had told as much to Gwendal, but Gwendal hadn't even looked up from his reports, just telling him that Yozak Gurrier was loyal to Shin Makoku for certain.
Then, it would have to fall in his hands to make sure that the stupid half wouldn't betray them.
Once Wolfram marched to the barracks - and oh, how he hated to go there, even if he knew that, once he had convinced Brother and Mother to allow him to join the army, he'd be staying there at least for a year - he went directly to Gurrier's room, opening it without knocking.
“Gurrier, what-!” And he interrupted himself, eyes wide open in disgust as he saw another soldier standing there, naked,a panicked expression covering his face while Gurrier had the man's cock in his mouth, his own cock hard and flushed, also completely naked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. As an afterthought, he withdrew, but kept his hand over the other trash' cock.
“Ever heard about knocking, Highness?” Gurrier asked pleasantly, moving his hand over the soldier's cock. For a second Wolfram was just thankful that it hadn't been Weller and this disgusting man, but that feeling was quickly replaced by rage.
“You. Out,” he ordered the soldier, who was quick to scram, barely stopping to pick up a pair of trousers and a vest. Gurrier gave a sigh and stood up, stretching, but showed a complete lack of respect by staying like that. “And you, what do you think you are doing, you irresponsible half blood?!”
“Frankly, Highness,” Gurrier said, stretching and looking at him with that hateful smugness. “It's my room, and I'm not on duty right now. Really, Highness; it's you the one who came without knocking into my room and who's having no consideration of my privacy.”
Wolfram seethed, willing himself not to use his powers. He still had troubles controlling the flames, and despite how tempting it was, he wasn't going to start - another - fire.
“Hear me out, Gurrier. You better not try to do this with Weller, did you hear me?!”
Gurrier blinked at him, and then grinned. “Why, Highness. Are you jealous?”
If he was blushing, Wolfram thought, it was out of the lewd and completely vulgar behavior of the half demon in front of him and nothing else.
“Just keep your disgusting hands away from Weller, he's enough dishonor without rutting with the plebe,” Wolfram snorted, lifting his face. “After all, it is quite obvious that anyone would do for you.”
There was silence for a moment, and Wolfram was just starting to feel victorious when Gurrier chuckled.
“'Anyone', Highness?” Gurrier gave him an ugly grin and a leer, and only then Wolfram realized just how much taller and stronger Gurrier was than him, fucking human farmer.
Wolfram was able to say in his most imperious voice 'Don't You' before Gurrier moved, faster than he would have credited a soldier like him, an arm around his waist while his other hands held tightly to his wrists, and then he was being pushed face down to the bed, Gurrier straddling the back of his thighs, keeping his wrists caught in a bruising hold.
Wolfram gasped and tried to move, tried to unbalance the bastard so he'd get even just one hand free, but Gurrier settled more of his weight. His free hand snaked underneath him and Wolfram blanched when he felt Gurrier's hand undoing the buttons of his breeches with expertise.
“Let go!”
Gurrier's breath was against his neck, and Wolfram was sure he felt his tongue even as Wolfram tried to move. The half breed was hard against the curve of his ass.
“But it was you who said that 'anyone' would do, Highness~” Yozak murmured. “But be my guest if you wanna ask for help, though. In less than three minutes a bunch of dirty half human soldiers will be here, no doubts.”
Wolfram bit on his lip, breathing hard and furious, but he knew he wasn't going to scream for help, knew that he would rather let Gurrier rape him than have his pride take such a blow as to be pinned by a stupid human trash. He fought to get one of his hands free because if he could just get a hand free, then...
Then, Gurrier was finally able to yank his breeches and underwear low enough to curl his hand around his dick and Wolfram drew in a startled gasp, now feeling the blunt press of Gurrier's cock against his ass, even as his other hand kept stroking him, teasing his dick to an erection.
Gurrier's hand was much rougher than his, much broader than his; they were the hands of a man who had worked all his life, calluses from something other than sword fighting against his need making Wolfram gasp and pant.
“Nice, huh?” Gurrier said, bitting on the back of his neck and then sucking there. He was rubbing against him, his weight almost too much against him. Wolfram refused to answer but he moaned when Gurrier's thumb teased at the head of his dick, spreading wetness.
He was already so hard with just a few moments of Gurrier stroking him, breathing hard with his eyes tightly closed. He heard Gurrier chuckle against his ear when his hips bucked, when the need to come won against the wanting to get the stupid half human off him.
Gurrier stroked him faster then, harder, and Wolfram was unable to stop himself from moaning as his hips bucked against Gurrier, coming on his hand.
“Quick, ain't you?” Gurrier snickered but kept undulating against him, rubbing against him; it took him a few moments to recover, but Wolfram could feel his hard cock rubbing against the crack of his ass, and then Gurrier grunted and moved against him faster before he stilled, giving a low grunt; Wolfram felt his blood boil when the splatter of come hit his ass and thighs and he tried to free himself again.
“Let me go, you beast!”
Gurrier still took his damn sweet time to comply, keeping his bruising hold on his wrist and almost crushing him with his weight before he moved away. Wolfram was quick to scramble off the bed, holding his trousers before they fell. His clothes, he knew, were a mess. He didn't even want to think of how the back probably looked, just feeling the way Gurrier's semen stuck to his thighs and ass.
The stupid half blood smiled at him, innocent and wide, and raised his right hand, the one that had stroked him to an orgasm. Wolfram flushed a darker red when he saw the stupid commoner licking his hand slowly, still looking so damn smug.
“I...!”
“'Had a wonderful time? Want to thank you for the orgasm? Am wondering how do you feel about next time offering me a blowjob?'” Gurrier hummed, tilting his head. “Or would it be rather 'I'll see you're at least fired and go and cry to my big brothers even though I'm always whining about how I'm a big boy who knows how to wipe his own bum?'”
Wolfram seethed, despite knowing that, if he had been able to choose, it would have been the last one. Not now, though. Still glaring at the man, he was quick to fix himself as much as possible before pointing a finger towards Gurrier, who was still naked and had come stuck to his stomach and was looking as comfortable as possible.
“This won't stay like this, you fucking animal!”
“Why, Highness, if you wanted that you should've just told me,” Gurrier leered at him and opened his legs, moving the hand that he had just licked to grab his cock, starting to stroke it. “If you give me a few moments, we can have another go.”
Wolfram snarled and turned around, opened the door and let it hit the wall before stomping out of there.
“Do come again, Highness!” Gurrier called after him. Wolfram pictured he was, most likely, waving his fingers a little, the other hand still holding his cock. “I'm always up for a chat!”
Wolfram clenched his jaw and stalked towards his room, completely and absolutely ignoring the fact that his cock didn't seem as uninterested as it should be on the possibility of this repeating.