[Fic] [Round 17] Title: The King, Rating: PG-13
(This is actually woodburner updating for crystalwrenn, whose access to the 'net is limited atm - she says she appologizes for disappearing for a while! And *I* apologize if I've screwed up the formatting in any way.)
Author/Artist: crystalwrenn
Characters/Pairings: Gunter x Saralegui
Word Count: 214
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: non-graphic slash, non-con
Theme/Prompt being used: KKM ultimate challenge
The young king took off his glasses, and Günter fell headlong into golden eyes.
“You’re very handsome,” Saralegui told him as he sank helplessly to his knees. “Not as handsome as me, of course,” the king continued with a giggle, “But handsome all the same.”
Günter’s limbs were leaden weights. He couldn’t lift them.
“Pretty hair,” Saralegui crooned, “Pretty hair.” He seized a handful of Günter’s silver hair and tugged hard. “Long hair is very beautiful is it not? I’m very proud of mine.”
Golden hair fell across Günter’s face as Saralegui pressed his mouth against Günter’s slack one. Günter wanted to scream, wanted to weep. A king, a young king, but the wrong king entirely. Saralegui’s nimble tongue flicked against Günter’s teeth and got no response. Günter had never felt so helpless in all his life.
“Pretty,” Saralegui hissed, “So pretty.”
The weight on Günter’s shoulders intensified and he bent forward, forward, his forearms against the ground. With the last of his strength he forced his head up. He met Saralegui’s golden eyes and the young king smiled.
“Perfect. Just the way I wanted you,” and he lifted the bottom of his shirt.
Author/Artist: crystalwrenn
Characters/Pairings: Gunter x Saralegui
Word Count: 214
Rating: PG-13
Any Warnings: non-graphic slash, non-con
Theme/Prompt being used: KKM ultimate challenge
The young king took off his glasses, and Günter fell headlong into golden eyes.
“You’re very handsome,” Saralegui told him as he sank helplessly to his knees. “Not as handsome as me, of course,” the king continued with a giggle, “But handsome all the same.”
Günter’s limbs were leaden weights. He couldn’t lift them.
“Pretty hair,” Saralegui crooned, “Pretty hair.” He seized a handful of Günter’s silver hair and tugged hard. “Long hair is very beautiful is it not? I’m very proud of mine.”
Golden hair fell across Günter’s face as Saralegui pressed his mouth against Günter’s slack one. Günter wanted to scream, wanted to weep. A king, a young king, but the wrong king entirely. Saralegui’s nimble tongue flicked against Günter’s teeth and got no response. Günter had never felt so helpless in all his life.
“Pretty,” Saralegui hissed, “So pretty.”
The weight on Günter’s shoulders intensified and he bent forward, forward, his forearms against the ground. With the last of his strength he forced his head up. He met Saralegui’s golden eyes and the young king smiled.
“Perfect. Just the way I wanted you,” and he lifted the bottom of his shirt.