KKM: Conrart x Gunter
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters: Conrart, Gunter
Rating: 18+
Wordcount: 1793
Prompt/notes: none; urge came from listening to Rien BL Drama again OTL emi01 read it over and gave it a stamp of approval, but not a real beta so read at your own risk XD Also, CONTAINS ANGST AND SOME NON-CON
Disclaimer: I don't own KKM or their characters.
Gunter had been at his wits end. The actual Maou wasn't saying anything to change her brother's mind, the regent wasn't listening to Gunter's advice, Julia had passed on, and everything seemed to be going sour. The grey cloud that hung over ketsumeijou (blood pledge) had been affecting everyone in their own way. Gunter had actually begun to contemplate either leaving the capital or joining battle himself - though he wasn't even in the military. Of course, neither the maou or her brother would allow that. His only hope was that Shinou would provide something for them to persevere.
Conrart had not been at the castle very long. He'd just survived a battle no one expected him to return from, the woman he loved he not only couldn't have because she was betrothed to Adalbert, but now he couldn't even speak with her. He wondered what he was still living for. There was so much emotion built up inside him without an actual effective method of release. He'd had a few empty encounters in the village with a few of the women there, but nothing seemed to fulfill him. If only he could break someone else's consciousness. Perhaps that would make him feel somewhat better.
There was one person in the castle that Conrart had occasionally fantasized about. And to make that fantasy a reality would surely fill that desire to break someone as well. Since he was a young swordsman in training, there was always something about his instructor that was fascinating and intoxicating and it wasn't just the fact he was one of the most beautiful mazoku in existence.
Each time they'd passed each other in the castle halls, there was little conversation, a simple nod, and each usually went on their way. This time was different. Gunter played the part as usual, though the light from his eyes wasn't shining brightly at all these days. Conrart did his usual cold glance, but once they passed each other he stopped and called to him.
"Gunter, have you some time?" He feigned a bit of kindness.
Turning, Gunter's concern was genuine, as he'd often thought of his relationship with Conrart as somewhat paternal. "Of course, Conrart. Is there something the matter?"
"It's nothing major. Could we discuss it in your room?" Because when Conrart was done executing his plan, Gunter likely wouldn't want to go anywhere.
Gunter was a little confused but he agreed and led him down the hall. Their walk was quiet but at least it was short. Gunter held the door open for Conrart to step inside and carefully closed it. Before he could take a step further into the room, Conrat had pushed him against the door, pressing his body against the older man's.
"Conrart, what are you -" Gunter's mind was awash in confusion, not having any clear idea of Conrart's intentions. Even if he had to guess, it wouldn't have been remotely close to what was about to happen.
"Shh. Don't speak. Just turn around." Conrart's voice was low, but harsh. He was completely serious.
He had no reason to not trust Conrart. He'd watched him grow up, shaped his skills of the sword, and been highly proud of everything he'd been able to accomplish. As he was told, he turned, but the already pained eyes were showing some disappointment in the half blood as he looked down into the sharp, serious, topaz eyes. "What do you want from me, Conrart?"
Even overcome with worry, Conrart found him beautiful. He'd never been able to defeat him in practice, but he was probably the only one that knew him well, and he knew he could defeat him here. Of course this was an area he knew Gunter was completely foreign to and he had enough experiences of his own to draw from. His eyes narrowed and moved his body away to give Gunter a small amount of space. "I want you, Gunter. And I'll do what I need to get it. Now, take off your uniform."
Gunter had no words to even offer a retort. This was the last thing he ever expected from Conrart and from the look in his eyes, he knew that if he didn't comply, the situation would have an even darker result. He averted his eyes from his former pupil and took a few steps to the side. He kept his head low as he dropped his cloak to the floor, followed by a pair of boots. Conrart watched with impatient interest and barked at him to move faster.
Faster was how Gunter wanted the situation to pass. His mind was already heavy with other things, and now he had this situation to deal with first. As he was commanded, his clothes joined the cloak and the boots. Left with nothing but his scant undergarments, Gunter was feeling the chill against his bared skin and stood still, continuing to avoid eye contact with Conrart. Conrart's eyes were something Gunter had never seen, and he'd rather not look at them. It was almost as if he was possessed.
A smirk crossing Conrart's face, he untucked his own shirt and unfastened a few of the top buttons as he approached his prey. His hand grasped Gunter's chin and forced him to look at him. "This face alone can distract anyone in any situation. It's far too beautiful. But to keep such a body so covered, it's a terrible pity, Gunter. It's almost like a work of art. It should be shared with a few more people."
Gunter longed to protest. He still refused to look Conrart in his eyes, but he simply took a deep breath and held it a little longer before slowly exhaling. He could likely easily get himself out of this situation with his maryoku, but the punishment that would await him for harming one of her sons would likely be worse than death.
"I find it interesting you have no protest, Gunter. Is it that you secretly wished for this, or something else?"
Conrart released his jaw and lightly sank his teeth into the flesh on Gunter's neck, sucking and nibbling until he was satisfied with the mark he had left behind. Gunter stood, unmoving until his next command, trying desperately to not let his body react to Conrart's actions.
He hoped for something more than this, at least. If he wanted someone to be cold and stiff, it would have suited to take care of himself. At least all parties would be content in some fashion. "To the bed," he grunted as he lightly pushed against Gunter's chest.
And to the bed he went. He was followed by Conrart, who was removing his own pants, but left his shirt on, unbuttoned. Gunter sat on the edge of the bed at first then found himself on his back, anxious about what Conrart was going to do.
Conrart hovered over Gunter, and leaned down to whisper into his ear. "I know this is against your morals, but I need this. And I bet you need this more than I do. You should be less concerned about trivial matters. Enjoy something for once." Determined to 'encourage' enjoyment on Gunter's end, Conrart fondled him over his undergarments as he spoke.
Against his own desires, Gunter was finding himself falling prey to Conrart. His body was reacting on it's own and though he wanted to keep still and let Conrart do as he wanted, he couldn't ignore the knowing hand and a low groan had come from his throat. The slight sound from Gunter was enough to whet Conrart's appetite for more.
Conrart untied the sides of the thin garment and stroked Gunter until his groans developed into a satisfying series of moans. His fantasies were usually a bit more mutually enjoyable, but to have such an untouchable beauty in his grasp was better than his imagination could have provided. "Gunter, it would benefit you to get on all fours for me."
Gunter didn't really care about the benefit that Conrart was talking about, but getting things over faster was his main goal. He was tremendously embarrassed to be in such a position, and even more afraid of how this was going to feel. He'd rarely even touched himself, and here Conrart had him harder than he'd been in a long time and was about to penetrate an area he'd never really thought about being touched. He bowed his head, pressing it against the mattress as his fists clenched around the comforter. He was relatively ignorant to this sort of thing and had no idea how it wouldn't hurt.
Even though Conrart had such intentions for Gunter, he wasn't as cruel as to go in unprepared. He reached down to the floor while Gunter adjusted and grabbed a small bottle from his pants pocket. Conrart squeezed a bit of the contents into his hand, coating his own length. With the residual still on his hand, he slipped his middle finger into Gunter, which gave him a rewarding cried gasp. He slipped it in and out a few times, but it wasn't long before he was aligning himself and pushing inside.
Gunter gasped and cried out in agony. It was a feeling he'd never anticipated. It hurt, but it was more of a discomfort after a few moments. He was ashamed of his situation, disappointed in himself for letting Conrart do such a thing, and disappointed in Conrart for executing such a tactic. It seemed beneath him. But those thoughts weren't something to think about. His body was reacting on it's own, that somehow he knew how to react by instinct. Even though Conrart's hands were firmly planted on his hips to hold him steady as he thrust into him with a bit of force, Gunter was still hard and wasn't needing any sort of additional contact to stay that way.
Conrart was relatively quiet, only a few grunts to harmonize with Gunter's whimpers and cries. Even at his climax, Conrart wasn't making his voice prominent, but he was quite satisfied with himself. He'd managed to realize something he'd only imagined, at least somewhat. Gunter on the other hand, hadn't realized he had came until his body slumped onto the bed cover. Laying in his own seed, Conrart's fluids were coming out of him as well. It wasn't comfortable at all. Crying into his pillow, he didn't feel Conrart leave the bed, or even hear him exit the room. Overwhelmed by disgrace, the only thing he could do at this point was to wallow in his own regrets. On the other hand, a smirking, satisfied young half-blood made his way back to his room, minus some of the frustrations he had prior to this encounter.
Characters: Conrart, Gunter
Rating: 18+
Wordcount: 1793
Prompt/notes: none; urge came from listening to Rien BL Drama again OTL emi01 read it over and gave it a stamp of approval, but not a real beta so read at your own risk XD Also, CONTAINS ANGST AND SOME NON-CON
Disclaimer: I don't own KKM or their characters.
Gunter had been at his wits end. The actual Maou wasn't saying anything to change her brother's mind, the regent wasn't listening to Gunter's advice, Julia had passed on, and everything seemed to be going sour. The grey cloud that hung over ketsumeijou (blood pledge) had been affecting everyone in their own way. Gunter had actually begun to contemplate either leaving the capital or joining battle himself - though he wasn't even in the military. Of course, neither the maou or her brother would allow that. His only hope was that Shinou would provide something for them to persevere.
Conrart had not been at the castle very long. He'd just survived a battle no one expected him to return from, the woman he loved he not only couldn't have because she was betrothed to Adalbert, but now he couldn't even speak with her. He wondered what he was still living for. There was so much emotion built up inside him without an actual effective method of release. He'd had a few empty encounters in the village with a few of the women there, but nothing seemed to fulfill him. If only he could break someone else's consciousness. Perhaps that would make him feel somewhat better.
There was one person in the castle that Conrart had occasionally fantasized about. And to make that fantasy a reality would surely fill that desire to break someone as well. Since he was a young swordsman in training, there was always something about his instructor that was fascinating and intoxicating and it wasn't just the fact he was one of the most beautiful mazoku in existence.
Each time they'd passed each other in the castle halls, there was little conversation, a simple nod, and each usually went on their way. This time was different. Gunter played the part as usual, though the light from his eyes wasn't shining brightly at all these days. Conrart did his usual cold glance, but once they passed each other he stopped and called to him.
"Gunter, have you some time?" He feigned a bit of kindness.
Turning, Gunter's concern was genuine, as he'd often thought of his relationship with Conrart as somewhat paternal. "Of course, Conrart. Is there something the matter?"
"It's nothing major. Could we discuss it in your room?" Because when Conrart was done executing his plan, Gunter likely wouldn't want to go anywhere.
Gunter was a little confused but he agreed and led him down the hall. Their walk was quiet but at least it was short. Gunter held the door open for Conrart to step inside and carefully closed it. Before he could take a step further into the room, Conrat had pushed him against the door, pressing his body against the older man's.
"Conrart, what are you -" Gunter's mind was awash in confusion, not having any clear idea of Conrart's intentions. Even if he had to guess, it wouldn't have been remotely close to what was about to happen.
"Shh. Don't speak. Just turn around." Conrart's voice was low, but harsh. He was completely serious.
He had no reason to not trust Conrart. He'd watched him grow up, shaped his skills of the sword, and been highly proud of everything he'd been able to accomplish. As he was told, he turned, but the already pained eyes were showing some disappointment in the half blood as he looked down into the sharp, serious, topaz eyes. "What do you want from me, Conrart?"
Even overcome with worry, Conrart found him beautiful. He'd never been able to defeat him in practice, but he was probably the only one that knew him well, and he knew he could defeat him here. Of course this was an area he knew Gunter was completely foreign to and he had enough experiences of his own to draw from. His eyes narrowed and moved his body away to give Gunter a small amount of space. "I want you, Gunter. And I'll do what I need to get it. Now, take off your uniform."
Gunter had no words to even offer a retort. This was the last thing he ever expected from Conrart and from the look in his eyes, he knew that if he didn't comply, the situation would have an even darker result. He averted his eyes from his former pupil and took a few steps to the side. He kept his head low as he dropped his cloak to the floor, followed by a pair of boots. Conrart watched with impatient interest and barked at him to move faster.
Faster was how Gunter wanted the situation to pass. His mind was already heavy with other things, and now he had this situation to deal with first. As he was commanded, his clothes joined the cloak and the boots. Left with nothing but his scant undergarments, Gunter was feeling the chill against his bared skin and stood still, continuing to avoid eye contact with Conrart. Conrart's eyes were something Gunter had never seen, and he'd rather not look at them. It was almost as if he was possessed.
A smirk crossing Conrart's face, he untucked his own shirt and unfastened a few of the top buttons as he approached his prey. His hand grasped Gunter's chin and forced him to look at him. "This face alone can distract anyone in any situation. It's far too beautiful. But to keep such a body so covered, it's a terrible pity, Gunter. It's almost like a work of art. It should be shared with a few more people."
Gunter longed to protest. He still refused to look Conrart in his eyes, but he simply took a deep breath and held it a little longer before slowly exhaling. He could likely easily get himself out of this situation with his maryoku, but the punishment that would await him for harming one of her sons would likely be worse than death.
"I find it interesting you have no protest, Gunter. Is it that you secretly wished for this, or something else?"
Conrart released his jaw and lightly sank his teeth into the flesh on Gunter's neck, sucking and nibbling until he was satisfied with the mark he had left behind. Gunter stood, unmoving until his next command, trying desperately to not let his body react to Conrart's actions.
He hoped for something more than this, at least. If he wanted someone to be cold and stiff, it would have suited to take care of himself. At least all parties would be content in some fashion. "To the bed," he grunted as he lightly pushed against Gunter's chest.
And to the bed he went. He was followed by Conrart, who was removing his own pants, but left his shirt on, unbuttoned. Gunter sat on the edge of the bed at first then found himself on his back, anxious about what Conrart was going to do.
Conrart hovered over Gunter, and leaned down to whisper into his ear. "I know this is against your morals, but I need this. And I bet you need this more than I do. You should be less concerned about trivial matters. Enjoy something for once." Determined to 'encourage' enjoyment on Gunter's end, Conrart fondled him over his undergarments as he spoke.
Against his own desires, Gunter was finding himself falling prey to Conrart. His body was reacting on it's own and though he wanted to keep still and let Conrart do as he wanted, he couldn't ignore the knowing hand and a low groan had come from his throat. The slight sound from Gunter was enough to whet Conrart's appetite for more.
Conrart untied the sides of the thin garment and stroked Gunter until his groans developed into a satisfying series of moans. His fantasies were usually a bit more mutually enjoyable, but to have such an untouchable beauty in his grasp was better than his imagination could have provided. "Gunter, it would benefit you to get on all fours for me."
Gunter didn't really care about the benefit that Conrart was talking about, but getting things over faster was his main goal. He was tremendously embarrassed to be in such a position, and even more afraid of how this was going to feel. He'd rarely even touched himself, and here Conrart had him harder than he'd been in a long time and was about to penetrate an area he'd never really thought about being touched. He bowed his head, pressing it against the mattress as his fists clenched around the comforter. He was relatively ignorant to this sort of thing and had no idea how it wouldn't hurt.
Even though Conrart had such intentions for Gunter, he wasn't as cruel as to go in unprepared. He reached down to the floor while Gunter adjusted and grabbed a small bottle from his pants pocket. Conrart squeezed a bit of the contents into his hand, coating his own length. With the residual still on his hand, he slipped his middle finger into Gunter, which gave him a rewarding cried gasp. He slipped it in and out a few times, but it wasn't long before he was aligning himself and pushing inside.
Gunter gasped and cried out in agony. It was a feeling he'd never anticipated. It hurt, but it was more of a discomfort after a few moments. He was ashamed of his situation, disappointed in himself for letting Conrart do such a thing, and disappointed in Conrart for executing such a tactic. It seemed beneath him. But those thoughts weren't something to think about. His body was reacting on it's own, that somehow he knew how to react by instinct. Even though Conrart's hands were firmly planted on his hips to hold him steady as he thrust into him with a bit of force, Gunter was still hard and wasn't needing any sort of additional contact to stay that way.
Conrart was relatively quiet, only a few grunts to harmonize with Gunter's whimpers and cries. Even at his climax, Conrart wasn't making his voice prominent, but he was quite satisfied with himself. He'd managed to realize something he'd only imagined, at least somewhat. Gunter on the other hand, hadn't realized he had came until his body slumped onto the bed cover. Laying in his own seed, Conrart's fluids were coming out of him as well. It wasn't comfortable at all. Crying into his pillow, he didn't feel Conrart leave the bed, or even hear him exit the room. Overwhelmed by disgrace, the only thing he could do at this point was to wallow in his own regrets. On the other hand, a smirking, satisfied young half-blood made his way back to his room, minus some of the frustrations he had prior to this encounter.