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At Last	By : PuckTheElf Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 3308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Rating: NC17
Warnings: graphic homosexual sex
Characters: Gwendel/Gunter, Yuuri, Wolfram, Gisela, Anissina, Lady Cheri, Konrad, Josak
Feedback: Please! I'm sure it's not the best. If anyone has suggestions or whatnot, feel free.
AN: This was my first venture into the realm of KKM fic. It's been posted on livejournal at the gwendalgunter communtity. It's the first story in an on-going arc I'm working on. It has not been beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

At Last

�Heikaaaaa!�

The mournful wail echoed down the corridors of Blood Pledge Castle. Gwendel von Voltaire was in his office working through stacks of paperwork. His left eye twitched. �Oh, not again�� he thought morosely. That wail could only mean one thing: The Maoh had skipped out on his lessons with G�nter again. Gwendel wasn�t sure how many more times he could handle an hysterical G�nter. The lavender-haired advisor was so�cute when he came to his office in tears.

Running footsteps sounded down the hall, and Gwendel�s door burst open. G�nter von Kleist stood in the doorway, tears already streaming down his cheeks. His breath kept hitching in his chest, and his bottom lip quivered as he looked at his friend in misery. Gwendel�s harsh comment died in his throat, and his face softened. He couldn�t stand it anymore.

�Oh, G�nter,� he said quietly, pushing his chair back and standing. �Come here.�

The advisor threw himself into Gwendel�s arms and buried his face in his friend�s chest, sobbing loudly. Gwendel, taken aback by the pale-haired Mazoku�s more intense than usual outburst, carefully wrapped his arms around the slighter man and set about trying to find out if something else had happened to upset his friend. He gently stroked the advisor�s hair.

�G�nter?� he asked softly. �G�nter, what�s the matter?�

G�nter tried to explain through gasping, stuttering hiccoughs, but couldn�t get his breath to do so.

�You must calm down and try to breathe, G�nter.�

Gwendel sat G�nter down on the window seat and poked his head out into the hall. He spotted G�nter�s adopted daughter Gisela heading in his direction.

�Gisela, will you have some tea sent up to my office, please?�

The young healer saw her sobbing father past Gwendel�s shoulder and nodded. Gwendel closed the door and went to sit with G�nter. The advisor had managed to get his breathing under control, though tears still rolled unchecked down his face. Gwendel couldn�t help himself. He reached out to tuck a long lock of G�nter�s hair behind his ear before resting his hand on the advisor�s.

�Can you tell me what�s wrong now?�

G�nter took a deep breath and, staring at the floor, began to explain his tears. �I just don�t understand it, Gwendel. I�m only trying to do the best job that I can as His Majesty�s advisor. It is my life, serving the Maoh. And Yuuri�s so young, and he grew up in another world. I�m only trying to help him. I realize that he doesn�t want to spend the entire day cooped up in my office, listening to me lecture. And I would give him a break when it becomes too much for him, if he would only tell me. But he just sneaks out when my back is turned. Am I so horribly unworthy that he feels he must flee and hide from me? If I truly am that useless to him, perhaps I should leave. If I am no good to the Maoh, I should not be here��

Gwendel wrapped an arm around his dejected friend�s shoulders, drawing the leaner man close. �It�s not that Yuuri thinks you are useless, G�nter. I think it is that your�enthusiasm frightens him. I don�t think he realizes that he�s hurting your feelings.�

The advisor looked up at his friend, tears glittering in his eyelashes. �Oh, Gwendel, I know I am a bit obsessive, but I just want him to understand that I am his most loyal and devoted servant. I cannot prevent myself from becoming overly excited. Perhaps I really should leave.�

The thought of G�nter not being around anymore panicked Gwendel, and he finally broke. He cupped the pale-haired Mazoku�s face in one hand, gently wiping the tears away with his thumb. �Don�t leave. Yuuri would be sad�I would be sad. Don�t leave us, G�nter. Don�t leave me.�

G�nter�s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. �Gwendel, I��

A knock sounded at the door, and Gwendel, in his sudden fit of nervousness, nearly fell over in his haste to answer it. G�nter sat stunned in the window seat as Gisela brought in a tea tray and placed it on Gwendel�s desk. She gently stroked G�nter�s hair.

�Father, what�s the matter?�

G�nter looked up at her and gave a wobbly smile as he started wiping at his eyes. �I�m fine, Gisela. It�s nothing.�

Gwendel handed him a handkerchief, and G�nter took it gratefully, drying his eyes before accepting the cup of tea that Gisela held out for him.

�Don�t make light of your feelings, G�nter. Not with those who love you.�

Gisela smiled at Gwendel and kissed her father�s cheek. �You can tell me later, Father. I�ll leave the two of you alone now. Call me if you need anything.�

G�nter stared at the door as it closed behind her. Gwendel stared out the window, afraid to speak again, not knowing what might come out of his mouth. The fair-haired man took a long drink of his tea before setting the cup aside with shaking hands and turning his attention to his reserved friend.

�Gwendel?� No response came, so he reached out to touch the broader man�s arm. �Please look at me.� Gwendel uncrossed his arms and looked down at G�nter. �Were you trying to tell me something, Gwendel?�

Gwendel turned away so he didn�t have to look at G�nter�s open and curious gaze. G�nter stood, placing a hand on Gwendel�s shoulder.

�Please, don�t turn away from me.�

Gwendel turned suddenly, taking G�nter�s face in his hands and pressing their lips together in a firm but gentle kiss. G�nter gasped in surprise, but melted into the kiss when Gwendel�s tongue swept into his mouth. Gwendel couldn�t believe what he was doing, but he couldn�t make himself stop. G�nter was kissing him back, and he didn�t want to stop. However, breathing became an issue. Gwendel pulled back, breathing hard. G�nter looked at his face then turned away with a bright blush all over his own.

�G�nter,� the dark-haired man said softly as he picked up the discarded handkerchief.

�Hmm?� G�nter turned back to face him, staring hard at the floor.

Gwendel gently lifted G�nter�s face and pressed the handkerchief over the paler man�s nose. �Your nose is bleeding,� he whispered, a tiny smile quirking his lips as he leaned in to lay a kiss on G�nter�s forehead.

G�nter placed his own hand over the handkerchief, brushing Gwendel�s fingers. He backed away slowly. �Please excuse me, Gwendel. I need to think.�

Gwendel nodded, trying not to frown. �I�ll see you at dinner.�

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Gwendel glared at his empty plate as he listened to Yuuri and Konrad talk about the baseball game they�d been playing all afternoon. He was becoming livid as he listened to their flippant comments about how Yuuri had escaped G�nter.

Wolfram looked around the table and asked curiously, �Where is G�nter, anyway?�

�I haven�t seen him since early this afternoon,� Gwendel answered with a scowl. �He was quite upset.�

�He�s in his room,� said Anissina, sending her own scowl in the Maoh�s direction. �He won�t answer the door.�

�Has he eaten anything since breakfast?� Gwendel asked Anissina.

She shook her head. �Gisela took a tray up to him a little while ago.�

�Is G�nter not feeling well?� Yuuri asked.

�Physically,� Gwendel began icily, �he is fine. His emotional state is another matter.�

Yurri�s eyes widened. �Did something happen while we were out today?�

�He had a breakdown, Heika. It hurts his feelings when you run away from his lessons, and it has happened one too many times.�

�Di-did he say that?� Yuuri felt horribly guilty.

�Yes, Heika. He did,� Gwendel replied. �If you will all excuse me, I�m going to bed.�

Gwendel left the dining room and went straight to his bed chamber. He stripped off his uniform, pulled on his nightgown, and unbound his thick, dark hair before settling in his bed with some knitting. He needed to relieve some stress before he strangled the Maoh and to keep himself self occupied before he went searching for G�nter.

Sometime later, there came a quiet knock at his door. He quickly stashed his knitting under his pillow and snatched up a book, calling out for whomever was knocking to enter. The door cracked open, and G�nter hesitantly stuck his head in the room. Gwendel set the book aside and got up.

�G�nter? Come in.�

The advisor slipped into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. �I�m not disturbing you, am I? I can come to your office tomorrow.�

�No, you aren�t disturbing me. I�actually, I�m glad you�re here. I wanted to speak with you.�

�That�s good. I wanted to talk to you as well.�

�Come sit down, then,� Gwendel gestured to the bed, admiring how adorable and doll-like G�nter looked in his pristine white nightgown.

G�nter sat down on the side of the bed with Gwendel settling next to him. He took a steadying breath and looked up at his dark-haired companion.

�I wanted to thank you for today. You are a very good friend to me, and I appreciate that greatly. I realize that very few people have the patience to put up with me. Thank you, Gwendel.� G�nter leaned closer and kissed Gwendel�s cheek.

Gwendel blushed, completely at a loss for words. G�nter smiled softly.

�I also wanted to clarify a couple of things,� the advisor continued. He steadily met his friend�s eyes, determined to get an answer. �Why did you kiss me?�

Gwendel was afraid the other man would ask that, but he answered truthfully, if a bit evasively. �Because I couldn�t force myself not to anymore.�

G�nter smiled again. �That wasn�t exactly what I meant. Why did you feel the urge to kiss me in the first place?�
Resigning himself to answering the question, the dark-haired Mazoku sighed. �We�ve known each other for a very long time. You and I often talk together. I enjoy your company more than that of anyone else I know. I lo--I�care about you, G�nter.�

G�nter�s smile wilted just a bit, but he squeezed the other man�s hand. �I care about you as well, Gwendel. Very much.�

Gwendel lifted G�nter�s hand and laid a soft kiss across the paler man�s knuckles. �I was worried when you didn�t come to dinner. But Gisela brought you a tray, or so Anissina said. You did eat, didn�t you?�

G�nter flushed a little. �I�m afraid I didn�t. I was so absorbed in my thoughts earlier that I�m afraid I didn�t even realize that Gisela had entered my room.� He continued at Gwendel�s frown. �I promise I�ll eat something. But I�ll go down to the kitchen myself. I don�t want to wake anyone.�

Gwendel stood, pulling G�nter with him out the door as he started to head for the kitchen. �Come on. I�ll make you something. You might be good at baking, G�nter, but your cooking is awful.�

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Once he�d been satisfied that G�nter had eaten enough, Gwendel decided that they should probably both be getting to bed. G�nter walked quietly beside him, a soft smile on his lovely face. The pair reached G�nter�s room first, and Gwendel leaned down for a brief kiss.

�Goodnight, G�nter.�

He started down the hall to his own room, but stopped short at the hand that tugged his sleeve. He turned, looking a question at G�nter who was blushing furiously.

�Stay?� the advisor asked hesitantly. �Please?�

Gwendel smiled gently at him. �Alright.�

He followed G�nter into the slighter Mazoku�s room. G�nter fluttered around the room putting books away, stacking papers, and blowing out candles. When it didn�t appear as though the advisor was going to stop his nervous fidgeting any time soon, Gwendel sighed. He walked up behind G�nter and wrapped his arms around the fair-haired man�s shoulders, stilling those nervous hands.

�It�s all right, G�nter. I can go back to my room.�

G�nter turned in his arms. �No. I want you to stay.� He smiled. �I�m just being silly.�

Gwendel touched his face, kissed his nose. �Come to bed, then. I�I want to hold you.�

G�nter relaxed against him for a brief hug before moving to put out the last lamp as both men crawled underneath the covers. G�nter curled close to Gwendel, settling his head on the broader man�s shoulder, snuggling his face into Gwendel�s neck. Gwendel wrapped his arms around the advisor, holding him close, their bodies pressed tightly together.

�Is this ok, G�nter? I don�t want to make you uncomfortable.�

G�nter sighed contentedly against his throat, one hand coming to rest on Gwendel�s chest over his heart.

�Yes, it�s perfectly fine.� He brushed his lips lightly over Gwendel�s pulse. �Goodnight, Gwendel.�

The dark-haired Mazoku turned his head just enough to lay a kiss against the advisor�s temple. �Goodnight, G�nter.�

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When Gwendel woke early the next morning, it was to find G�nter curled around him as though he were a life-sized plushie. He smiled a bit to himself at the idea this thought gave him and resolved to work on it later. He did not want to wake G�nter, but he had to get up and attend to his duties. Carefully, he moved away from the paler man. He stood next to the bed and gently ran his fingers through the sleeping man�s hair before slipping quietly from the room to bathe and dress before heading down to breakfast.

He ate quickly and went straight to his office to begin working through the day�s stack of papers. Working quickly, he�d made it nearly half-way through the stack in just a couple of hours. At this point, he couldn�t wait any longer to begin working on his gift for G�nter. Listening carefully to make sure no one was about to open his door, he pulled out his knitting needles and a ball of soft dark grey yarn.

Later, the dark-haired Mazoku was digging through a small jar full of buttons looking for two that were just the right color when a knock came at his door, and Yuuri came in uninvited, followed by a pouting Wolfram. Gwendel didn�t bother to hide his knitting. Both his youngest brother and the Maoh knew about it already. He continued to attach the shiny blue button eyes to his current project.

�Is there something I can do for you, Heika?� he asked.

Yuuri frowned. �G�nter didn�t show up for my lessons after breakfast,� the boy said dejectedly. �Is he mad at me, Gwendel?�

Gwendel shook his head, measuring out a length of dark green ribbon. �No, Heika. He�s not angry with you. G�nter was just up very late last night. He�s most likely still in bed.�

�Are you sure he�s feeling all right?� Yuuri asked worriedly.

�I�m sure he�s fine, but if it will make you feel better, I�ll go and check on him,� Gwendel answered, setting the finished plushie on his desk so he could tie the ribbon around its neck.

�What a cute puppy, Gwendel!�

�It�s a rabbit, Heika,� Gwendel said quietly. �Now, excuse me. I�ll go wake G�nter.�

Truthfully, Gwendel was a little worried about G�nter. The advisor never slept late, especially not until nearly lunch-time. Maybe G�nter wasn�t feeling well after all. Tucking the newly-made plushie in the crook of his arm, he knocked at G�nter�s door. Receiving no answer, Gwendel opened he door and slipped quietly into the room. He spotted G�nter on the bed. The other man was dressed, but still asleep, curled on his side facing the door.

Gwendel walked over and carefully sat down next to the sleeping advisor. He set his gift on the bed between them and brushed G�nter�s hair away from his pale face. The poor advisor looked exhausted. Frowning, Gwendel gently nudged G�nter�s shoulder.

�Hmmm?� G�nter blinked awake. He started when he noticed Gwendel sitting beside him. �Gwendel?�

Gwendel smiled at the adorable confused expression on his face. �Had you planned on sleeping all day? It�s nearly time for lunch.�

G�nter�s eyes widened. �Oh! I forgot to send a message for His Majesty!� He started to sit up, but the dark-haired soldier stopped him.

�It�s all right, G�nter. Yuuri can have the day off. You�re exhausted. Are you certain you aren�t ill?� Gwendel asked, touching his forehead to the lavender-haired advisor�s.

G�nter sighed as his friend pulled away. �I�m not ill, just very tired. Anissina caught me as soon as I left my room this morning and insisted on using me as a battery for one of her machines. I hadn�t meant to fall asleep again, but I�m afraid I over-exerted myself. Anissina is such a slave driver��

�Believe me, I know. I�m sorry for disturbing you. Why don�t you stay here and rest today? If you�re hungry, I�ll have a maid bring a tray up for you. And I�ll come and wake you for dinner myself. Alright?�

G�nter yawned. �Alright.� He settled back against his pillow, noticing the plushie sitting on his bed. �Is that one new?� he asked.

�Yes,� Gwendel replied, picking up the plushie and handing it to G�nter. �He�s for you.�

�Oh, Gwendel! It�s the most adorable little flop-eared rabbit I�ve ever seen! And he�s for me?�

�Yes. I made him for you this morning. You looked lonely when I left�You could tell it�s a rabbit?!�

G�nter smiled brightly. �Of course it�s a rabbit. Thank you, Gwendel.� He sat up and leaned into Gwendel, planting a sweet little kiss on his lips.

That decided something for Gwendel. He took G�nter�s face in his hands and proceeded to kiss him breathless. �Get some rest, love. I�ll see you at dinner.�

G�nter watched him leave with a goofy smile before settling back for a nap with his cuddly new bedmate.

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�Mother?� Gwendel asked as he entered Cheri�s room. �Can I speak with you for a moment? It�s important.�

The Lady looked up from her book and noticed the uncertain expression on her oldest son�s face. She set her book aside and pulled her son down to sit beside her. �What�s the matter, Gwennie?�

�I have finally come to a decision about something important that I wish very much to do, only�I am afraid to do it.�

Cheri squeezed his hands with a smile. �Well, that�s just silly. My Gwennie isn�t afraid of anything!�

Gwendel attempted a small smile for his mother. �This is different, Mother. This thing that I wish to do could make me very happy or very miserable, depending on how the other party involved reacts.�

The beautiful blonde lady beamed at her oldest. �Gwennie! You�re talking about an engagement! Who? Who is it?�

Gwendel sighed. �I know that you still had hopes for grandchildren, Mother, but I�m afraid you will have to be content with Greta and whatever adopted ones that may come along��

�A man? Oh�Oh! You�ve finally told him?!�

The dark-haired soldier blinked stupidly at his mother. �What?�

�It�s G�nter, isn�t it? I�m so happy for you, Gwennie! You�ve been in love with him for so long!�

�But�how? How did you know?! I never spoke of it to anyone.�

�I�m your mother, Gwennie. I know my boys.� She pulled him into a hug. �A wedding to plan! How exciting!�

�Mother,� he started, holding her at arm�s length. �You are getting ahead of yourself. I haven�t even discussed this with G�nter yet. He may not wish to marry me at all.�

�Of course he will! You�re being silly again. Now, tell me. When do you plan to do this?�

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Gwendel sat staring at a peacefully sleeping G�nter for the third time that day. The pale man was so beautiful lying there with his hair spread out on the pillow and the knitted rabbit tucked under his arm, held tight to his chest. Gwendel didn�t want to wake him, but the man needed to eat. He leaned over the fair-haired advisor like the prince in some fairytale and brushed his lips gently over G�nter�s. The advisor�s eyelids fluttered as he came awake slowly. Gwendel pulled back and gazed down at him as he blinked sleepily.

�You had better be careful, Gwendel, or I may get used to waking up like this,� he said, smiling up at the dark-haired soldier adoringly.

Gwendel drew the backs of his fingers down the advisor�s cheek in a soft caress. �I�ve come to fetch you to dinner, love. I�m sure you must be hungry.�

He stood to allow G�nter to get up. G�nter stretched languidly before moving to his dressing table and picking up a silver-handled hairbrush.

�Just let me brush the tangles out of my hair, and we can go.�

The soldier moved behind G�nter where he sat in front of the mirror and took the hairbrush from the advisor�s hand. �May I?�

G�nter flushed slightly but smiled at him in the mirror. �Please.�

Gwendel began to gently pull the soft-bristled brush through G�nter�s silky lavender hair. The advisor closed his eyes, tilting his head back. Gwendel reminded himself not to get distracted and finished the task, leaning over G�nter�s shoulder to place the brush back on the table. He pressed a kiss to G�nter�s neck just because it was there.

�Come on,� he said, moving to the door and waiting for the advisor to join him. �We�ll be late for dinner.�

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Dinner was a strangely subdued affair in Blood Pledge Castle that evening. Everyone was unusually quiet, with the exception of Josak who was just back from a mission and laughingly sharing some detail of his adventure with Konrad. Yuuri seemed a little depressed. Lady Cheri was quietly watching Gwendel where he sat next to G�nter, staring at his half-empty plate. G�nter had tried several times to engage the dark-haired soldier in conversation, but he only received monosyllabic replies. He now sat fidgeting with the napkin in his lap.

Sighing rather loudly, G�nter put the napkin on his empty plate and stood. �Please excuse me, everyone. I have work to catch up on.�

Before the advisor could leave the room, Gwendel was suddenly standing in front of him, staring straight into his eyes.

�Gwendel?�

�G�nter,� he whispered. �Please don�t break my heart.� With that quiet plea, the soldier struck the startled advisor across the left cheek with the palm of his hand.

Everyone in the room froze, staring at the pair. G�nter�s eyes were so wide they looked as though they might pop out to roll across the floor at any second. His hand had flown to his cheek, and he gaped at Gwendel. Just as Gwendel was about to retract his proposal, the advisor�s face split into a huge smile, and he launched himself into Gwendel�s arms, wrapping his legs around Gwendel�s waist and raining kisses all over the stunned soldier�s face. Gwendel�s hands went reflexively to G�nter�s ass to keep the leaner man from falling as he sought and captured G�nter�s lips with his own.

Cheri squealed, gleefully clapping her hands with a bright smile. �My Gwennie�s getting married!�

�I never thought he�d ever work up the nerve,� said Josak with a grin.

Gisela went to her father as soon as Gwendel set him back on his feet. She congratulated him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek while Anissina and Cheri and Greta did the same to poor Gwendel, all at the same time.

Eventually, Gwendel got annoyed by all the attention, and when his mother started talking about turning dessert into an engagement party, he took hold of G�nter�s hand and pulled the unresisting advisor from the room.

�Gwendel?� G�nter asked, trying to keep up. �Where are we going?�

�Someplace quiet where we won�t be interrupted,� Gwendel replied, pushing his bedchamber door open and practically throwing G�nter inside. He dragged the blushing advisor over to the window seat and sat them both down. �We need to talk, and we couldn�t do that with everyone talking at us.� He cupped his hand against the paler man�s cheek. �You really want to marry me?�

G�nter turned into that hand, placed a kiss to the palm. �Gwendel, of course I do. I love you.�

�Really?�

G�nter laughed. �Yes, really. Since we were young.�

�Why did you never say anything?�

�You never seemed interested. I dropped subtle hints for years until I finally gave up. Why did you never say anything?�

�Because,� the dark-haired Mazoku said, dropping both his eyes and his hands to his lap. �I am a fool.�

�Not a fool, beloved,� G�nter replied, moving to sit in the soldier�s lap, his arms going around Gwendel�s neck. �But maybe a bit oblivious.� He kissed his way along the broader man�s jaw until he could take an earlobe into his mouth, nibbling lightly.

Gwendel shifted G�nter in his lap so that the pale Mazoku could feel the bulge in his uniform pants. �Not so oblivious,� he said, voice gone slightly deeper.

The advisor gasped, squirming a bit in the soldier�s lap. He blushed furiously as he felt one of Gwendel�s hands resting high on the inside of one of his thighs.

�Let�s go to bed, G�nter,� Gwendel breathed in his ear.

�Isn�t it early yet to be going to sleep?� G�nter asked breathily.

�I don�t believe I said anything about sleeping,� the dark-haired soldier answered, running his tongue along the shell of the advisor�s ear.

�Oh,� said G�nter, feeling as though his brain had gone on holiday.

Gwendel stood with the leaner man in his arms and moved to the bed, dropping him gently on the mattress and removing the advisor�s cloak before dousing most of the lights in the room. He quickly removed his own boots and uniform jacket before divesting G�nter of his. As he was maneuvering the paler man out of his shirt, he noticed that not only was G�nter silent, but he was blushing all the way to his hairline and refusing to look at Gwendel.

�G�nter?� he asked softly as he lightly caressed the long, lean torso now bared to his gaze. �What�s the matter, love?�

�Can�can we put the rest of the lamps out?�

�I want to see you,� he answered simply.

�Please, Gwendel. I-I�m so pale and scrawny�� he begged, tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes.

Gwendel was a bit surprised at this expression of such insecurity from the advisor. He leaned down to pepper kisses all over the smooth skin of the slighter man�s stomach and chest, trailing his lips up the long column of exposed throat, and pressing the sweetest gentle kiss to the slightly quivering lips beneath his own.

�You are beautiful, G�nter,� he whispered as he drew back, staring straight into G�nter�s tear-filled eyes. �I will not put the lights out because I wish to see every inch of this breath-taking body stretched pale and slender across my bed as we make love.�

G�nter was speechless and simply nodded, reaching up with shaking hands to help Gwendel strip off his own shirt. As Gwendel let the shirt slide down his shoulders, G�nter let his hands wander over the soldier�s broad, muscular chest. His slender hands were startling in contrast to Gwendel�s darker skin as his fingers traced the few scars scattered across the muscled flesh.

The dark-haired Mazoku pressed another soft kiss to G�nter�s lips before moving a couple of steps away from the bed and slipping out of his pants, revealing his tiny black underwear to the advisor�s wandering eyes. Fearing a nosebleed from the fair-haired man if he hesitated too long, Gwendel quickly removed the underwear and went back to the bed. He crawled up to stretch out alongside G�nter where he lay propped on the bed, one hand going to the fastenings of the advisor�s pants.

�May I?� he asked quietly.

G�nter flashed a crooked smile. �Yes,� he answered, lifting his hips to help the soldier remove his pants. This time it was Gwendel who nearly spouted a nosebleed.

�G�nter! White pants and no underwear?!� he sputtered.

The advisor grinned sheepishly. �They�re so constricting,� he half-whined.

Gwendel snorted at that. He brought their lips together again in a long, slow kiss as he moved his body over the advisor�s, settling his hips between those smooth, pale thighs.

G�nter gasped and moaned into the kiss, back arching as his arms came up to wrap around the broader man on top of him. Gwendel set about worshipping the lithe body beneath him with hands and mouth. He trailed kisses down the advisor�s throat, across his collarbone, and down the lean torso, stopping to lightly abuse pale pink nipples with lips, tongue, and teeth. He continued down, dipping his tongue into the advisor�s navel and trailing kisses down one hip, thigh, and calf then back up the other side before focusing his attention on the long, slender erection jutting up from a nest of pale lavender curls. The soldier sat on his knees between G�nter�s spread thighs, gazing down at the panting advisor who was flushed a shade of delicate pink from head to toe, hair fanned out around his head like fine strands of pale silk, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets as Gwendel took his shaft firmly in hand and began to stroke him slowly.

Gwendel watched this vision squirm for a moment before leaning in to trace his tongue up the underside of the throbbing shaft and taking just the head into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the head, sucking gently and then with increasing pressure as he took more of G�nter�s length. The advisor cried out, struggling to not thrust up into Gwendel�s mouth. His fingers dove into the soldier�s dark hair, breaking it loose from its tie so it fell around Gwendel�s face and tickled G�nter where it brushed against his skin. He whimpered.

�Gwen-oh! Gwendel, please�I won�t last��

He took a fistful of that thick, dark hair and pulled the soldier up to kiss him, driving his tongue into Gwendel�s mouth to tangle with his. Gwendel drew back eventually and moved to rummage around in a drawer.

�Have you ever taken a lover, G�nter? I don�t recall anyone,� he asked, now rifling through another drawer.

G�nter blushed to his hairline again. �Erm�you remember Anissina�s cousin? Of course you do��

�Tresa?!�

�What? No! This was around the time that you were with Tresa. If you�ll remember, her brother was here as well.�

�Heinrik?� Gwendel asked, surprised as he made his way back to the bed after finding the little jar of oil he had been searching for. �Heinrik was your first�He�s even more effeminate than you are!�

G�nter laughed. �Indeed, but I never said I was on the receiving end.�

The dark-haired soldier moved to settle himself between the advisor�s thighs again, covering the slighter man�s body with his own. He smiled. �Then I will be the first to claim you?�

G�nter lifted his head for a soft kiss. �The first and only, beloved.�

Gwendel sat back on his heels again. �Hand me a pillow and lift your hips, please.�

The advisor reached up behind his head and grabbed a pillow to toss to Gwendel. In the process, he managed to dislodge something white and fluffy that fell across his face. Lifting the fluffy thing off of his face, G�nter saw that it was in fact a cuddly flop-eared bunny with big blue button eyes and a pale lavender ribbon. He grinned as he lifted his hips to allow the soldier to put the pillow beneath him.

�A friend of yours, Gwendel?�

Gwendel blushed a little and returned the grin. �Yes. He reminds me of someone.�

G�nter laughed and set the stuffed animal aside before pulling the soldier down for another long, slow kiss. Gwendel drew back and picked up the jar he�d retrieved earlier. The scent of lavender and sandalwood floated through the room when he opened it. He looked to G�nter and found the advisor watching him intently, his expression a little nervous.

�Anissina and Gisela made this for me. It heats up when it makes contact with your skin and loosens tight muscles. It�s worked wonderfully on my shoulder after long hours training soldiers to wield a sword. I think it will do well for this, though it may feel a bit strange�Shall I?�

G�nter smiled up at him. �Yes, go ahead. I trust you.�

Dipping one finger into the oil, Gwendel gently traced around the advisor�s entrance before pressing the oily digit inside and wiggling it around a bit. G�nter sucked in a breath and squirmed a little. Gwendel removed the finger and came back with two slick fingers, carefully pressing them both inside. G�nter tensed up and winced when he did.

�Ow, ow, ow,� he whimpered.

�Easy, G�nter. Relax. Deep breaths. It�s all right,� Gwendel spoke softly, his left hand rubbing slow circles on the advisor�s stomach.

The pale Mazoku focused on his breathing and was gradually able to relax, even as the soldier began to stretch him with those two fingers. He writhed on the bed, biting his knuckles to keep from crying out as the broader man added a third finger. The heat from the oil was an odd but not unpleasant sensation. Before Gwendel removed his fingers entirely, he curled them, stroking firmly over the bump that was G�nter�s prostate. The advisor did cry out this time, protesting the loss of those wonderful fingers.

Gwendel made a sound low in his throat as he slicked his erection with the oil, watching G�nter twist beneath him. His voice was a little hoarse when he asked, �G�nter, are you ready?�

The advisor�s eyes were slightly unfocused when he opened them to look up at Gwendel. He still had enough presence of mind left to worry about the soldier�s girth, but he was too far gone to put together a coherent sentence to voice his concern. Gwendel noticed his wild-eyed expression of something close to fear and guessed the cause.

�We don�t have to do this tonight, G�nter. If you�d rather wait, it�s all right.�

G�nter sat up, wrapping his long arms and legs around Gwendel. �No!�I want to. I just�don�t know if�if I can take all that. I--�

The dark-haired Mazoku hushed him with a kiss, stroking his hair and his back. �Calm down, love. I understand, but you should know that I would never hurt you. If you can relax and not tense up, there should be no pain. And I promise that if you want to stop at any time, we�ll stop.� He leaned back to see the advisor�s eyes. �Alright?�

The slighter man nodded, and Gwendel bent forward to lay him back on the bed. He stayed in that position, leaning over G�nter�s body, bracing himself on one elbow as he used the other hand to guide his erection to the advisor�s entrance.

�Ready?� At G�nter�s nod, he began to press forward. �Just stay relaxed,� he murmured in the paler man�s ear. When the flared head of his shaft popped through the ring of muscle, G�nter made a quiet whimpering sound. �Shhh. Easy, love, easy. When you relax again, push against me like you�re trying to force me out.� He waited until he felt the advisor relax around him and began to ease the rest of his shaft into his lover�s body. When he was completely sheathed inside G�nter�s tight passage, he stifled a groan and brought his other hand up to twine his fingers with G�nter�s.

G�nter inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. He opened his eyes to meet Gwendel�s concerned gaze. Smiling, he lifted his head for a kiss and squeezed the soldier�s fingers.

�All right?� Gwendel asked.

The advisor nodded. �Yes, I�m all right. Just don�t move��

The soldier scattered soft kisses over G�nter�s face and neck, pausing to bring out a passion mark on the pale column of the advisor�s throat. G�nter�s head fell back, tilting his chin up to give Gwendel easier access. Gwendel let his lips wander along G�nter�s jaw, nibbling his way to an earlobe which he then drew into his mouth to worry gently with his teeth. The advisor moaned and arched up against him, pressing their bodies together tightly. He gasped at the pressure.

�You can move now, Gwendel,� he whispered.

Gwendel kissed G�nter�s already kiss-swollen lips. �I promise I won�t hurt you, love. Just relax.�

Holding both of G�nter�s hands, Gwendel very carefully drew his hips back and waited a moment for the advisor to adjust before slowly, slowly pushing back in. When he was certain that G�nter wasn�t in any pain, he set up a lazy rhythm, drawing himself slowly in and out of the advisor, G�nter�s hips now rising to meet his thrusts.

G�nter cried out sharply when one particularly deep thrust struck his prostate. �There, Gwendel! Right there-ah!�

The advisor clung to Gwendel as their pace quickened. He was making little whimpering and moaning noises again, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his overheated skin. Gwendel was so close to release, he wasn�t sure he could last much longer. He leaned his face next to the slighter man�s ear and whispered against the shell.

�I love you, G�nter. Come for me now��

The keening wail of his name that was the signal of the pale man�s climax set off Gwendel�s own release, and he gave a few more quick thrusts before falling over the edge of his own climax. His arms collapsed, and he put his full weight on top of G�nter. When he was able to breathe normally again, he lifted himself off of the advisor and very carefully drew himself out of G�nter�s body. G�nter didn�t move, didn�t even blink. Gwendel settled himself beside the advisor, one hand reaching out to brush through the sweaty strands of hair clinging to the flushed face.

�G�nter?�

No response.

�Love? Are you all right?�

G�nter nodded and cracked open heavy eyelids. One side of his lips quirked up in a tired smile. ��m fine,� he mumbled, one hand moving down to rest on his stomach. He grimaced, moving the hand again. ��m sticky.�

Gwendel chuckled. �Yes, we�re both sticky.� He slid from the bed to fetch a wet cloth to clean them up and to extinguish the lamp across the room. Returning to the bed, he cleaned all traces of sticky fluids from G�nter�s limp and exhausted body before wiping himself down and dousing the last lamp. Tossing the cloth on the bedside table, he pulled the blanket from the foot of the bed up over them both and drew the unresisting advisor into his arms, cuddling him close.

�There now. We aren�t sticky anymore,� he said quietly.

�Mmm. �m still tired,� G�nter yawned.

The soldier kissed his temple. �Then sleep, love. Sleep.�

G�nter was already asleep.

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Gwendel woke at dawn as he did every other morning, but rather than getting up and attending to his duties, he remained where he was. G�nter was curled around him, and he couldn�t bring himself to move. Not wanting to disturb his fianc�, he contented himself with watching the slighter man sleep.

G�nter lay in his arms, one leg trapped between his own. One of his arms lay behind him in a manner that looked extremely uncomfortable, the other was draped over the soldier�s stomach. The advisor�s head rested on Gwendel�s arm, face pressed into the broader man�s chest, hair fanned out behind him, dark eyelashes like a fringe of black lace against the porcelain skin of his cheek.

Some time later, that fringe of lashes twitched and fluttered, and the advisor opened bleary eyes. He blinked groggily for a moment before a sunny smile spread across his lips, and he pressed a kiss to the soldier�s chest where his face rested over Gwendel�s heart.

�Good morning, beloved.�

Gwendel kissed G�nter�s forehead. �Good morning.�

Lifting his head to glance at a window, the advisor made a surprised sound. �Gwendel! It must be getting close to lunch time. You�re late for your work!�

�It�s just paperwork, love. It�ll still be there when I get to it. You were so worn out yesterday, and you looked so peaceful; I just wanted to watch you sleep.�

G�nter laughed lightly. �That must be rather dull. And I�m sure I look an absolute mess. I could do with a bath.�

�You�re beautiful. But I think we could both stand to bathe,� Gwendel replied, leaving the bed to pull on a nightgown and fetch his robe for the paler Mazoku.

G�nter made an odd noise, then chuckled a little breathlessly. �I�m not sure I can stand at all,� he quipped.

The soldier turned a concerned gaze to his fianc�. �Are you all right?�

G�nter sat with his legs curled to one side, most of his weight on his hip. �I�m all right, Gwendel. I just think it might be rather uncomfortable to sit down today.�

The dark-haired Mazoku moved to help the advisor stand up and slip into the robe. He tied the sash himself before pulling G�nter gently into his arms. �I�m sorry, G�nter. I didn�t intend to hurt you. I was careless.�

�You haven�t hurt me,� G�nter replied with a soft smile. �I�m not in any pain. I promise, Gwendel. I�m just a little�tender,� he said with a slight blush.

Gwendel smiled a little in return. �I know just the thing to help with that. Come on.�

The pair made their way slowly to the baths. The advisor was walking strangely, which made Gwendel feel bad even as it made him grin. When they made it to the baths, the soldier was delighted to find the room deserted. He led the paler man to the shallower end in the back of the room and placed a pile of towels near the edge. He stripped out of his nightgown before stepping into the steaming, waist-deep water. G�nter slipped out of his robe and took the hand Gwendel offered as he followed the soldier into the bath. Gwendel sat down on the stone bench around the inside of the bath and drew the advisor to stand in front of him.

�Sit down, love. The hot water will relax your muscles.�

G�nter gave him a strange look. �There�s not enough room for me on the bench here in front of you.�

Gwendel smiled at him. �You don�t want to sit on stone right now, G�nter. Sit on my lap.�

The advisor quirked an eyebrow. �Gwendel, I fail to see how that will help to alleviate the problem.�

The dark-haired man chuckled. �Just trust me.�

G�nter stared at his fianc� for a moment longer before doing as he�d said. He eased himself down onto the broader man�s lap, but Gwendel had spread his legs, and G�nter ended up with his arms draped over Gwendel�s thighs, his shoulders resting against the soldier�s lower stomach, his chin just above the water.

�Relax, love,� said Gwendel, smiling down at him and stroking his hair. �I won�t let you drown,� he promised, wrapping his legs around the advisor�s waist to keep him from floating to the top as he relaxed.

The pale Mazoku melted into the protective embrace of his fianc� and allowed his body to go limp. He closed his eyes with a little smile. �I love you, Gwendel.�

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