[Fic] [Round 30] The Student and the Teacher, PG
Author/Artist: Crystaltear
Characters/Pairings:Conrad, Yuuri - For additional pairings, see author's note at the end.
Word Count: 534
Rating:PG
Warnings: None
Theme/Prompt being used:Provided Title
Author's Note: Located at the end of the story.
Since Yuuri’s arrival in Shin Makoku, Gunter taught the young Maou academia, Wolfram taught him how to be a good fiancée, and Conrad gave the practical lessons. Sword fighting, riding a horse, dancing-all of those things had fallen under Conrad’s jurisdiction without protest, and the soldier had always been hard-pressed to think of a practical lesson he would take issue with teaching Yuuri.
Until the day when he was sitting on the garden steps with the young king, having a conversation he wished he weren’t having. It was very clear to him then what he wouldn’t want to teach.
“I thought the two of you kissed already,” he reasoned.
“But he led. That’s different! I want to lead. But I have no idea what I’m doing and I don’t want to look like a fish.” The double black demonstrated what he meant by making a ridiculous face and smooshing his lips together. “Pwese, Conwad?”
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
“It’s Yuuri. Okay, now what do I do?”
Resigned to being the instructor of a lesson that couldn’t truly be taught, Conrad scooted himself closer to the wide-eyed Maou who gazed at him with complete trust and interest in this very different lesson.
“Like this,” Conrad instructed while he carefully captured Yuuri’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Tilt the chin up, tilt your head just so as you slowly move in, close your eyes and part your lips a little…” He demonstrated each part, slowly lowering his face to Yuuri’s until their lips were a hair’s length away from touching-- “and that’s all there is to it.” He pulled his face away and gazed with fondness at the young king who was still waiting, eyes closed, for the completion of the demonstration.
His eyes slowly opened a few moments later. “Oh. Okay, that seems easy enough. Can I try?”
“Of course.”
Conrad smiled as Yuuri’s smaller fingers wrapped themselves around his chin, tugging just a little too hard before righting the movement. Yuuri moved in a little too fast, eyes wide and unblinking, and only then did Conrad realize Yuuri wasn’t going to stop like he had.
As Yuuri’s inexperienced lips made an attempt to replicate Conrad’s actions, improvising by touching their lips together, the swordsman felt a terrible ache overtake his heart unlike any pain he had ever felt on a battlefield. His lips parted every so slightly, prepared to respond, but then he stilled, brown eyes opening to see large black orbs analyzing his reaction. He pulled away slowly.
“That’s very well done, Your Majesty.” He offered a smile that could only fool Yuuri, and the young man smiled gratefully.
“Thank you, Conrad!” he gushed. “I knew I could count on you. It would just be really hard and weird asking anyone else for help with that.”
With a final wave of thanks, Yuuri took off, smiling and none the wiser, just as he should. And Conrad headed back into the castle, his stride filled with purpose as he sought out the person whose kisses made him ache with a painful need on a more fulfilling level. It was a long time coming, but he was finally done with his heart hurting.
-end
Author's Note: This story was inspired by a few threads going on at the RP omg_kkm, but I didn't want to isolate any readers with the pairings so I left it out. You are welcome to imagine Yuuri and Conrad paired with whoever you wish (even each other...I think it ends up working that way as well.) If you are truly curious as to who it was they are paired with and it won't ruin the story for you, you can take a look at the notes here.
Characters/Pairings:Conrad, Yuuri - For additional pairings, see author's note at the end.
Word Count: 534
Rating:PG
Warnings: None
Theme/Prompt being used:Provided Title
Author's Note: Located at the end of the story.
Since Yuuri’s arrival in Shin Makoku, Gunter taught the young Maou academia, Wolfram taught him how to be a good fiancée, and Conrad gave the practical lessons. Sword fighting, riding a horse, dancing-all of those things had fallen under Conrad’s jurisdiction without protest, and the soldier had always been hard-pressed to think of a practical lesson he would take issue with teaching Yuuri.
Until the day when he was sitting on the garden steps with the young king, having a conversation he wished he weren’t having. It was very clear to him then what he wouldn’t want to teach.
“I thought the two of you kissed already,” he reasoned.
“But he led. That’s different! I want to lead. But I have no idea what I’m doing and I don’t want to look like a fish.” The double black demonstrated what he meant by making a ridiculous face and smooshing his lips together. “Pwese, Conwad?”
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
“It’s Yuuri. Okay, now what do I do?”
Resigned to being the instructor of a lesson that couldn’t truly be taught, Conrad scooted himself closer to the wide-eyed Maou who gazed at him with complete trust and interest in this very different lesson.
“Like this,” Conrad instructed while he carefully captured Yuuri’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Tilt the chin up, tilt your head just so as you slowly move in, close your eyes and part your lips a little…” He demonstrated each part, slowly lowering his face to Yuuri’s until their lips were a hair’s length away from touching-- “and that’s all there is to it.” He pulled his face away and gazed with fondness at the young king who was still waiting, eyes closed, for the completion of the demonstration.
His eyes slowly opened a few moments later. “Oh. Okay, that seems easy enough. Can I try?”
“Of course.”
Conrad smiled as Yuuri’s smaller fingers wrapped themselves around his chin, tugging just a little too hard before righting the movement. Yuuri moved in a little too fast, eyes wide and unblinking, and only then did Conrad realize Yuuri wasn’t going to stop like he had.
As Yuuri’s inexperienced lips made an attempt to replicate Conrad’s actions, improvising by touching their lips together, the swordsman felt a terrible ache overtake his heart unlike any pain he had ever felt on a battlefield. His lips parted every so slightly, prepared to respond, but then he stilled, brown eyes opening to see large black orbs analyzing his reaction. He pulled away slowly.
“That’s very well done, Your Majesty.” He offered a smile that could only fool Yuuri, and the young man smiled gratefully.
“Thank you, Conrad!” he gushed. “I knew I could count on you. It would just be really hard and weird asking anyone else for help with that.”
With a final wave of thanks, Yuuri took off, smiling and none the wiser, just as he should. And Conrad headed back into the castle, his stride filled with purpose as he sought out the person whose kisses made him ache with a painful need on a more fulfilling level. It was a long time coming, but he was finally done with his heart hurting.
-end
Author's Note: This story was inspired by a few threads going on at the RP omg_kkm, but I didn't want to isolate any readers with the pairings so I left it out. You are welcome to imagine Yuuri and Conrad paired with whoever you wish (even each other...I think it ends up working that way as well.) If you are truly curious as to who it was they are paired with and it won't ruin the story for you, you can take a look at the notes here.