Kyo Kara Maoh, "The Power of Cute," Gunter/Gwendal, NC-17

Jan 23, 2007 16:07

Well it's now official, I've done fic of all my favorite gay couples in Kyo Kara Maoh. Next task: write all my favorite het couples.

This series keeps me busy, I'll tell ya!

The long-awaited Gwendal♥Günter fic, promised to pockygirl like a zillion years ago is finally here. I'm happy with it, hope to write these boys again, preferably soon. They're quite fun, even if they don't seem to have much plot to go into their story.

The story goes quite well with this lovely bit of fanart, if you'd like to have a look at it.

Read and leave a comment and you'll make me a happy mistr3ss!

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The Power of Cute

by Mistr3ss Quickly

Gwendal likes cute things.

Like the little caramel-colored kitten he adopted, which now sleeps at the foot of his bed at night and eats breakfast and dinner from the little dish he's put in the windowsill. Like the dozens of plush toys he's knitted and crocheted, watching him from the bookshelves in his office, reminding him that even the most stressful of times shall pass, eventually.

Günter, his lover, is cute. Annoying, sometimes, but cute, all the same.

Gwendal likes Günter.

He refuses to think about the first time he realized he felt something other than mild irritation for the flamboyant, energetic man, because it's really too embarrassing that he got his first kiss because he was staring, open-mouthed, and didn't push Günter away until he'd had his second and third kisses as well. Instead, he thinks about the cute blush that warms on Günter's cheeks whenever they're alone and he's feeling amorous, thinks about the cute noise Günter makes in the back of his throat when Gwendal pulls him close and kisses him, plays with his hair.

"You smell like the horses, Günter," he comments, one night when it's warm enough to have the window of his bedchambers open, just a bit, so that the kitten sleeps in the windowsill, the wind ruffling her fur.

Günter laughs softly, cute as he squirms a bit, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. "I washed my hands before coming to bed," he says. "Must be on my clothes."

"Ah," says Gwendal. "Likely."

He doesn't mind. The horses are cute when they're resting for the night, and knowing that they're resting well because Günter has nuzzled each and every one of them is even cuter.

And besides. It's a nice excuse to get Günter naked if Günter's clothes smell unpleasant.

Günter strips quickly and efficiently, down to the cute black underwear that frame his cute butt so perfectly, and climbs into bed, shivering a little until Gwendal's got the both of them tucked in, cuddled close. He dips his head and kisses Günter on the lips, takes the kiss long when Günter moans into his mouth and reaches for him, holding him tightly.

Fingers in his hair distract him from kissing, and when he feels a tug on the band holding his ponytail in place, he pulls away, annoyed.

"Günter, what are you doing?" he says, struggling to be angry, even though Günter is wiggling and blushing and stammering.

Gwendal does his best.

Günter grins up at him. "Letting your hair down?" he says, batting his eyelashes a little.

Gwendal's brow creases. Günter has cute eyelashes, he notices for the first time, deciding that he'd not noticed them before because Günter also has cute eyes, and those are usually distraction enough.

"There is no need to untie my hair from its tail," Gwendal informs him sternly. "It will only be in my way, if unbound. Not unlike your own hair, sit up and let me braid it."

Günter sighs and sits up, shoulders hunched like a pouting child's, and turns his back to Gwendal. "It pulls when it's braided," he says, softly.

Gwendal's hands still, full of long, silky hair, heart pounding in his chest. It's not fair, not fair at all, the effect Günter has on him. He knows, rationally, that he's still right and Günter's still wrong. Knows that they'll both get knots in their hair, if they leave it loose while they make love, knows he'll get a headache if the weight of his own body tugs on his hair, capturing it between the bed and his back.

But Günter is looking at him over his shoulder, a cute blush on his cheeks and an adorable little smile on his lips, and Gwendal just melts.

"Very well," he sighs, pulling the band out of his own hair and tossing it onto his bedside table, just beside the pink hippopotamus he's been knitting for his niece. "You'll allow me, at least, to braid it before we sleep?"

"Oh yes," says Günter, and he looks delighted, honestly delighted, turning to run his fingers through Gwendal's long hair. It's gotten longer, Gwendal notes with a frown, and should be trimmed, but Günter touches him again so he doesn't bother making a mental note to get a haircut.

Günter's hand on his cock is more important, after all.

He tips Günter back onto the pillows stacked neatly at the head of the bed and kisses him, one arm pressed into the mattress, supporting him, while the other touches Günter's chest, rubbing over one of Günter's cute pink nipples, pale like the rest of the man and ticklish enough that Günter makes an adorable noise in the back of his throat when they're pinched.

Gwendal can't get enough of that sound. He pinches again, but Günter answers this time by sliding his hand down to Gwendal's balls and gives them a squeeze, which distracts Gwendal totally.

"Ah, Günter, that's ..."

Günter smiles up at him, flushed and beautiful, and moves his hand so that his palm pets Gwendal's balls, fingers moving back to caress the pucker of Gwendal's asshole.

"May I?" he says.

He knows he can. He almost always does. But it's cute that he asks, so Gwendal kisses him.

"Yes," he says, reaching for the bottle of oil in the drawer of his bedside table. It bothers him that the purple bunny he crocheted the last time his youngest brother did something stupid is watching him, so he turns it around to face the wall before grabbing the oil and returning to the man panting beneath him, pressing the bottle into Günter's hand.

The bottle has a ribbon tied around it-which makes it easier to find without looking-but Günter doesn't ask about it so Gwendal doesn't explain. He sits up and forward enough that his lover can reach between his legs to touch him, enjoying the adorable look of concentration on Günter's face as the man wets his fingers.

"Oh my," says Günter, as he pushes one finger into Gwendal's body, blinking when Gwendal grunts. "Has it been so long since we've been together?"

Gwendal frowns. "Things have been busy," he reminds him.

Günter nods and bites his lip. "I guess," he says, lip coming free of his teeth when he speaks. "I'll try to go slowly, you'll tell me if it hurts, won't you?"

So cute when he's worried. Gwendal nods and dips his head to kiss Günter's forehead, pushes back into the finger moving slowly in and out of his ass.

"Another, Günter," he says, when his body starts to ache for more.

"Mmm," says Günter, eyes going unfocused as he concentrates on working a second finger into Gwendal's body. It's better, then, stretching enough to sting, the wanting beginning to build in the pit of Gwendal's stomach, and Günter smiles widely enough to show teeth, murmuring gently to him, asking if it's good.

"Yes," Gwendal tells him, no longer rocking his hips, eyes closed. "Yes, it's good."

Günter makes an adorable, self-satisfied sound, and wriggles down the bed.

Gwendal doesn't have time to ask him what he's doing before Günter stills and opens his mouth to swallow Gwendal's cock.

Gwendal grunts and moves his hips, ducks his head to watch the top of Günter's head bobbing as he works him, licking and swallowing with more skill than any man really ought to have, where sex is concerned. It's obscene, bordering on phenomenal.

"Günter," he says, when he's close and Günter is pressing a third finger into him.

"Mmm?"

Mouth still sucking at the head of Gwendal's cock, Günter tips his head back just enough to see his lover, considering him upside-down.

Oh he's cute.

"Enough. Stop that."

"Mmm, m'kmm."

Oh Great Shinou, he's cute.

Gwendal has to crawl away from that mouth, just to save himself the embarrassment of the feelings Günter inspires in him. He rolls onto his back and frowns until Günter's between his legs, head tipped forward enough for them to share a kiss, Günter's long hair tickling Gwendal's chest.

"Oh dear, the oil," says Günter, when the kissing stops and Gwendal starts shifting, trying to free his hair from its place between his shoulders and the bed. "I know I dropped it just by your hip, now where did it go ..."

He twists and bends, stretches and writhes, looking for the missing bottle. When he finally finds it (trapped under his own leg, how he didn't know it was there the entire time, Gwendal will never know), he makes a happy noise and beams at Gwendal, eyes twinkling as he slicks his erection with slow strokes of his pale, delicate hand.

Gwendal lies still and basks in it, brow furrowed less than usual as he indulges in the antics of the cutest man in the entire kingdom.

"Here I come," says Günter, gently lifting Gwendal's balls with one hand, guiding himself to Gwendal's entrance with the other, his touch gentle and intimate enough that Gwendal can't help but groan softly, aroused and impatient. There's nothing cute about the sensation of Günter's cockhead pushing into him, it's heat and stretching and want, primal and animal and consuming. Günter is careful, stops when Gwendal's body tightens around him, stroking Gwendal's cock until he can push forward again.

He presses one soft, sweet kiss to the corner of Gwendal's mouth, once he's all the way inside, smiles when Gwendal opens his eyes and looks at him.

"You feel so good," he murmurs.

Gwendal nods. "So do you," he says, just to see the look of delight on Günter's face.

Adorable.

He reaches down to touch himself, firm strokes to keep his body thrumming with desire until the movement of Günter's cock inside him begins to feel good, really good. Above him, Günter moans openly and calls his name, calls him by all manner of nicknames that would make Gwendal blush, were he not already flushed from the heat of Günter's body, bearing down on him. He watches his lover shudder and pant and strokes himself faster.

He'll come too quickly, doing that. He doesn't care.

Günter cares. He notices immediately and makes a strangled sort of sound that's both erotic and adorable. "Oh Gwendal," he gasps. "Oh Gwendal ... oh Shinou you're ... aah ..."

Gwendal grunts and stretches his free hand over his head, bracing himself against the headboard. "Harder," he growls.

Günter obeys. He fucks Gwendal hard and deep, angles his hips until Gwendal shouts in surprise and trembles, jerking himself unevenly just a few times before he comes, messy and warm on his chest and belly, making a mess.

"Oh Gwendal," Günter sighs, nose wrinkling in the cute way it does when he's close but doesn't want to come, wants the pleasure to last. "Gwendal ... Gwendal ... aah ..."

He falls forward, even as his cock swells and twitches inside Gwendal's body, and Gwendal catches him, holds him close through his orgasm, mouthing the curve of Günter's pale shoulder while Günter catches his breath. They separate slowly when Günter's cock begins to soften, sharing a deep, slow kiss before Gwendal climbs out of bed, wincing at the mess they've made of his body.

"I'll go and clean up," he says.

"Would you like me to come help?"

It's tempting, but sleep is important and won't happen if Günter comes along, Gwendal knows from previous experiences. He shakes his head. "No. I'll be back shortly."

Günter is adorably disappointed, but he nods and sinks back onto the bed, watching with doe-eyes as Gwendal disappears into the bathroom.

He's almost asleep when Gwendal returns, but his hair's braided and the bed is clean, sheets and blankets pulled up neatly over his strong, naked body. Gwendal climbs into bed and stretches out, drapes his arm around Günter's body when the other man cuddles close, nuzzling him.

"Mmm, my Gwen-gwen," he murmurs, lips tickling Gwendal's chest. "I love you."

And he's so cute, Gwendal can't help but sigh and confess that he feels the same.

~*~*~*~
It's Giesela knocking at the door to his office, the following day, not Lord Weller, as Gwendal had guessed from the quiet knock. He bids her come in and greets her pleasantly enough, thanks her when she tends to the soreness in his wrist.

"Do you know how you strained it?" she says politely, turning his hand over and feeling the swelling just above the bones of his wrist.

Gwendal winces. "I believe it happened while I was sleeping," he says. He doesn't add with your father because he figures she doesn't need to know such things.

Giesela hums softly and sets his hand gently on the desk, drawing a deep breath before focusing her maryoku, the glow casting long shadows across his desk where his work has piled up. Immediately, the pain begins to fade, then disappears altogether, the light dimming and fading along with it. Cautiously, Gwendal lifts his hand and moves his wrist, nodding when there's not a hint of pain or soreness.

"Thank you," he says.

"You're quite welcome, Sir von Voltaire," says Giesela. "Is there anything else?"

Gwendal looks up at her. She's watching him, hands clasped in front of her, all big eyes and gentle nature, nothing like the amazing leader he knows she's fully capable of being and is, on a regular basis.

Cute, he thinks. She's a lot like her father, really, blood-relation or not.

"Yes," he says. "This."

He opens one of his desk drawers and plucks out a little frog he crocheted the last time his mother irritated him into a state of distraction. It's green, almost the same shade as Giesela's long, neatly braided hair, and sits on a lily pad shaped like a heart.

She takes it with gentle reverence when he hands it to her, blushing a little as she thanks him.

"It's so cute," she says. "Thank you so much."

Gwendal grunts. "You're welcome," he says.

The door to his office opens while she's fastening the little creature onto the hilt of her sword, and Günter barely hesitates when he sees that Gwendal's got company already. Family, Gwendal figures, probably doesn't count as much in Günter's book.

"Ah, good morning Father," says Giesela, politely.

Günter sweeps over to her and gives her a one-armed hug, kissing the top of her head. She blushes when he does it but endures, excusing herself from Gwendal's office the minute she's free of her father's embrace.

"Giesela."

She freezes, two steps from the door. "Yes, Father?"

Günter points. "On your weapon," he says. "What is that?"

"It's a frog," she says, without looking down at it.

"Yes, I can see that," says Günter, and Gwendal wonders if it's a lie. If not, then it's the first time his lover has ever correctly guessed the species of one of his creations. "Where did you get it?"

"I gave it to her," says Gwendal, rising. He looks at Giesela. "It's your birthday tomorrow, is it not?"

Giesela covers her surprise admirably well. "It is," she says.

Gwendal glares at Günter. Günter laughs, soft and high-pitched, for a man.

"I see," he says. "Very well, you may go."

His daughter doesn't need to be told twice.

Gwendal sits back down and reaches for his pen, frowning at the letter he'd been reading when Giesela came in. He hears his lover drawing near and ignores him, even when Günter's shadow covers the letter, one of his hands resting on Gwendal's shoulder.

"That was nice of you, Gwen-gwen," says Günter, bending close enough to murmur close to Gwendal's ear.

Gwendal snorts and re-reads the same sentence again, but the meanings of the words don't stick in his mind.

"Makes her very happy when you're kind to her, you know," says Günter, turning his head to nuzzle Gwendal's long bangs.

Gwendal closes his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about, Günter," he says. "Now if you don't mind, I-"

"Have I ever told you that you're really cute when you're lying?" says Günter. "Because you are. You blush, all the way up to your wrinkles. Won't make you very effective in an undercover situation, but that's okay, I doubt you'll ever-mmph!"

He's quieter when he's being kissed, so Gwendal stands and pulls him close and kisses him properly, lips and tongue and Günter's breath, warm across his cheek. Günter melts against him with a soft whimper, sliding his arms over Gwendal's shoulders to cross behind Gwendal's neck, hands petting Gwendal's hair, then moving higher to-

"Günter, what are you doing?"

Günter freezes. "Unbinding your hair," he says, fingers clinging tightly to Gwendal's hairtie, eyes wide and innocent.

Gwendal frowns at him. "No," he says.

Then, because Günter is just so cute when he's disappointed, Gwendal adds: "Not until tonight."

Günter's even cuter when he's happy. Just how Gwendal likes him best.

kyo kara maoh, fanfiction, gwendal, nc-17, gunther

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