Dawn

***A/N***
WARNING-WARNING-WARNING

Lemon ahead, Lime ahead, Orange ahead, Ah heck it may just be an entire citrus grove ahead. So if you don't like citrus or if it makes you uncomfortable please read just this very first part and then skip over to the next chappie when you get to the stars and citrus announcement. You Have Been WARNED!!!

Now back to the show.
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The day had been long. It was a small concession that it was finally over. He turned from closing the door to their room and saw his lover standing in front of the small desk in the corner. His hands curled over the wooden back as his strong shoulders fell. He could hear the tired sigh that escaped before he strode forward to pull his heart back against his chest.

“Conrart relax. What’s done is done, you have to stop this. Yuri doesn’t need you silent and brooding, the poor kid’s got enough to deal with on his own. Worrying over you isn’t gonna help him out any.”

Conrart gave up his grip on the chair back and turned within Josak’s arms to face him. “I’m not brooding Josak.” He tried glaring at his long time friend, unfortunately their familiarity didn’t breed the hoped for reaction as Josak dissolved into laughter.

As Josak’s arms fell to his shaking sides, Conrart rolled his eyes in disgust and pushed away from the desk. He went to the side of the bed and sank down folding his arms at the elbow and leaning over his knees. When Josak finally stopped laughing he followed Conrart over to the bed and sat beside him throwing an arm over the other man’s back and rested his chin gently on the shoulder nearest him.

“I beg to differ captain, but you are very definitely brooding. The last time you were this bad was when Lady Julia-“Conrart turned suddenly and the look on his face was enough to silence the words Josak had been about to speak. Josak raised his hands in defense and tried again. “I’m just saying it’s like you’re grieving. I know you liked the little girl well enough. But I also know you never trusted her. I just don’t understand why this is hitting you so hard.”

He dropped his hands and reached instead to turn Conrart’s face into his own. “I need to.” He watched Conrart blink slowly, “I need to know, captain, I’m not going to let you shut me out of this and I refuse to let you drift away from me over something you won’t explain.”

Conrart sat a little bit straighter for an instant before he collapsed against Josak’s side. He felt Josak’s arm wrap around him and let the warmth comfort him before he began to speak. “It’s not Greta, Josak, I’m not even sure it’s Yuri right now.”

Josak tightened his arms as it suddenly became clear. He cursed under his breath for his own stupidity before he leaned down to bury his nose in the dark brown hair of Conrart’s nape. “It’s Wolfram; isn’t it?” He whispered gruffly.

Conrart could only nod his head in response as his eyes filled with scalding tears and his throat closed. He felt his whole body begin to shake and reached to wrap his own hands around the arms that held him steady. He tried to breath and found he couldn’t, he fought the terror that held him frozen and found instead the release as Josak’s arms tightened around him drawing him closer pulling him to sit on his lap as the battle scarred hands smoothed away the salty tracks on his cheeks and the rumpled bangs that fell to shield his eyes.

Josak had no idea what was coming out of his mouth. He knew his lips were moving and he heard his voice, but his mind could only stumble over that fact that he was an insensitive ass, an ass that was doing a miserable job of protecting and comforting the heart that had been given him. But whatever it was that he was saying over and over again must somehow be helping because Conrart was turning to face him, to bury his face in the crook of fabric where shoulder met neck.

Josak could feel the heat of Conrart’s ragged breathing against his skin. He could feel the strength of the fingers that Conrart set into the clothing on his chest. The scalding tears that were silent except for the raw breaths scorched him. But the feel of Conrart’s heart breaking as he held him close was what nearly killed Josak in that moment. He was helpless against this. All of his strength, his courage, his cunning; it was all useless. This was not a conspiracy that he could infiltrate as a spy, this was not an all out battle that he could smash and sword-dance through, this was not even a game of bluff or strategy that he could be patient and wait out. This was his beloved’s heart.

And so Josak did the only thing that he could do. He pulled Conrart close and held him through the night. And when he finally felt Conrart fall limp with exhaustion, he moved them both enough to loosen ties and remove boots and slip them under the silken covers of the bed beneath them. And then he pulled Conrart close again draping him over his own chest so that he could see the dark shadows that looked like bruises under the eyes he so loved to see smile. “I don’t know how, captain, but I promise I’ll see you smile again.” It was Josak’s final vow before he too was claimed by an exhausted sleep.

***CITURS BEGINS HERE***

As the gray of morning came creeping into the room the two shared Conrart was the first to wake. He could feel the strong arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to the body behind him. As he sighed and snuggled closer his hip bumped into the morning erection of his lover. A smile crossed his face as he felt Josak pull him closer and bury his nose into the crook of Conrart’s neck.

“Morning.”

“Mmnn.” Conrart returned before he turned in Josak’s arms and quickly pushed him back and rose to sit on his abdomen flashing a mischievous grin as he did so.

Josak gave a feigned groan of misery at the weight and rolled his eyes playing along. It wasn’t often that Conrart was this playful, this early in the morning and he planned to take every advantage of this opportunity. And it looked like his morning was getting brighter as Conrart bent down and trailed whisper soft kisses from the corner of his mouth over to his ear.

“Hey gorgeous, I think you went the wrong way. You’re supposed to kiss me ‘good morning’ not my ear.”

“But what if I were trying to get to your ear?” Conrart breathed enticingly into the pale shell before nipping the lobe and watching Josak’s body shiver at the touch. The cocky smile was gone from Josak’s face as he looked with rapt attention to Conrart.

“Why would you want my ear?” he asked.

“To tell you that if you want your ‘good morning’ to be a ‘great morning’ you need to put your hands behind your head and keep them there, because if you move; I’ll start the day without you.” Conrart teased back. He then had to move back quickly in order to avoid the hands that came flying from his hips to anchor themselves behind Josak’s head as he grinned in compliance.

“Well then, you just had to say so Conrart. You know I follow directions well.” The cheeky smile was back on Josak’s face as he waited to see what his captain had in store for their morning.

Conrart smiled indulgently before he sank down to brush his lips across that smile. He could feel Josak instantly respond to him trying to capture his lips in a deeper kiss. But Conrart pulled back slightly, this was his time and Josak was going to have to remember that if he wanted to continue. As Josak obediently lay back Conrart followed him and left teasing kisses along his pouting lower lip, giving a slight nip at his favorite corner. Right at the edge of his mouth, the slightly crooked side that he imagined was always a second away from giving a careless grin.

He loved that grin, it was the grin that showed in Josak’s eyes when he smiled. He didn’t even have to see Josak’s mouth anymore to see that grin. They could be across a room or across a field and as soon as he saw that gleam in Josak’s eyes his heart remembered that grin, slightly kicked up on one just the one side, this side. Conrart gave it another loving nibble before tumbling into a deeper kiss.

Josak gave a purr of contentment at the contact and opened beneath him, inviting him deeper, but Conrart wanted Josak a little wild this morning and so he pulled away to taste the skin of Josak’s throat. He ran his tongue from the strong jaw, slightly prickled, to the dip at its base. He placed a kiss there and ran kisses along the strong collar bone before his mouth fastened at the curve of muscled shoulder and began to suck gently.

Josak’s body leapt at the sudden sting and undulated as he felt his lover’s teeth run over the tender skin. He loved this. Conrart rarely put his mark on so visible a place, preferring instead to keep his love bites in more concealed places. But frankly Josak wouldn’t mind in the least if every inch of his skin was marked with the proof of Conrart’s loving care and attention. He gave a little mewl as he felt Conrart lift away from the skin of his shoulder, but sank deeper into the bed as he felt Conrart follow the curve of muscle from shoulder to chest coming closer and closer to the nipple that rose in offering.

Conrart smiled against the skin of Josak’s chest, he loved how vocal and responsive Josak was to his touch. The tiny moans and shivers that ran through him were treasures to be collected and enjoyed. He nuzzled against the hardened nub at the center of mounded flesh and reveled in the catch of breath as Josak froze beneath him. He ran his tongue in concentric circles around the pink nipple before taking it into his mouth and working it with lips and tongue. As Josak’s breathing became erratic and his body began to surge in motion with the suction, Conrart gave his nipple the edge of his teeth and smiled as the air wooshed from his lungs and he stilled beneath him.

Josak bit his lip to silence the moans as Conrart went back to work moving across his chest to his other nipple and treating it to the same attention. He could feel Conrart’s hands as the smoothed down his sides, running over the ridges of rib and muscle. He spread his legs slightly to accommodate his growing arousal and head of his cock bumped the tender skin behind Conrart’s balls.

Conrart stopped for a second at the unexpected contact before he shifted and began his descent from Josak’s chest down the center of his torso. He interspersed kisses and nibbling licks until his tongue met the fiery crinkle of hair that began at Josak’s belly button. He dipped his tongue into the salty sweet depression and tightened his grip on Josak’s hips as they bucked to meet him. Conrart rolled his eyes up and saw the Josak was watching him, his neck raised to look down as his arms and shoulders bulged with the effort to keep them behind his head.

Conrart kept his eyes locked with Josak’s as he moved to run his tongue over and around Josak’s belly button before dipping it again into the sensitive flesh. Josak gave a broken moan and shivered enticingly in response. Conrart rewarded him by finally moving downward following the trail of hair until he could feel the weeping head of Josak’s cock bumping against his jaw. He then moved over slightly to the curve of Josak’s hip. He traced the edge of bone with his teeth knowing that Josak would need a firmer touch here to remember to keep still.

And as Conrart’s face finally drew even with Josak’s groin he gently blew a puff of warm air over heated skin that was already wet with wanting and watched in delight as Josak’s skin pebbled. Conrart settled himself more firmly between Josak’s thighs and braced his arms to either side of Josak’s flanks. This let him curl his hands around the very tops of Josak’s legs so he could by equal turns hold him steady and keep his movements controlled. With his new position, Conrart directed a small smile of devilment up at his love and then without warning bent to trace the very tip of his warm facile tongue over the main vein of Josak’s cock.

He began at the base and followed it up to the dark coral head before he began again, thrilled that he could feel Josak’s pulse just beneath the surface of skin. After reaching the plum shaped head for the second time Conrart slowly swallowed as much of Josak’s cock as he could. Holding his breath as his throat worked around the girth of flesh he held captive. He rolled his eyes up the body of his lover to see the tense look on Josak’s face and the rapid rise of his chest as he drew air in in little mewling gasps.

He loved it when Josak was this focused, this driven, this wild. He loved knowing that Josak was only ever like this with him. He just plain loved Josak, but he could tell by the look on his face that Josak’s patience was going to run out soon so he directed all of his attention back to the rigid feast before him drawing up to release and lave the seeping head. His only warning was the sudden tightening of Josak’s thighs before he was quickly flipped onto his back and Josak was suddenly between his thighs, bending his legs and bracing his knees on the mattress.

Josak quickly ripped a pillow from the head of the bed and braced it under Conrart’s hips elevating and supporting his captain’s luscious ass. He then surged up over the now prone body of his greatest tormentor and fused their lips together in a heavy drugging kiss that was more frenzy than skill. He raised his right hand to fist into the sable hair at the base of Conrart’s skull holding him as he plundered and ravaged the honeyed depths of his mouth. His left hand was frantic in its search for the jar of lubricant.

Their tongues met and danced in a play of thrust and parry. The sweat on their bodies allowing for the sweetest kind of friction. As Josak lowered his own hips more fully onto Conrart's, their erections bobbed and met sending shivers down both their spines. Josak rolled his hips, the moisture from his dripping cock meeting Conrart’s own weeping length. As his left hand was finally victorious in finding the jar he rose up, breaking away form Conrart’s lips to open the jar and dip fingers from both hands liberally into the oily cream.

He set one hand, coated in oil, over his own length stroking once; twice; distributing the lubricant evenly with an extra concentration towards the unfurled head. The other hand’s fingers, dripping in cream he sent seeking out the dark secrets of his lover’s body. He lightly rimmed the puckered opening before dipping first one finger and then the next into Conrart’s body, gently probing his readiness.

As Conrart relaxed into the careful pressure he raised his own hands up to play with the nipples that had hardened into to tight points of desire upon his chest.

Josak satisfied that Conrart was ready replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock and slowly worked the head of his length into the dark heat of his lover. He paused and gave a groan of pleasure as he felt the tight ring of muscle finally swallow the broad lip of his flesh. Secure in the seat he now held, Josak settled down resting his chest against the hot muscled wall of his lover. He felt Conrart’s arms wrap around him, one hand high and centered between his shoulders while the other he felt drift over the clenching muscles of his own ass.

“So are you happy with just a ‘good morning’ or are you going to hurry up and move us both into a ‘great morning’? Conrart teased before reaching up to nip at the pouty fullness of Josak’s lower lip.

Josak grunted as he slowly moved forward, burying his length into the welcoming depths of his captain. He was startled out of his slow advance by the sudden bite of nails as Conrart’s hand clenched around the firm globe of his left cheek. His muscles surged forward and tightened reflexively and he was firmly lodged in his lover’s body. For a moment he was afraid he had taken the final few inches too fast as Conrart’s body had suddenly seized under him.

Josak froze and tried to raise himself up enough to check on his lover, but a sudden broken moan and Conrart’s hands tightening holding him in place reassured Josak that rather than having inadvertently harmed Conrart he had instead apparently made himself more than welcome in that most sensitive part of his lover’s body. Josak braced his arms more completely and gave and experimental twitch. The automatic undulation of the gleaming body under him brought a self satisfied smile to his face.

He lowered his mouth to take Conrart in another deep wet kiss and slowly began to thrust. Pulling and prodding, forward and back trying to gauge that final distance in order to hit the hidden swelling within Conrart’s darkest depths, and once finding it reliably, trying to maintain a steady rhythm. Josak knew he was in trouble though when he felt both of Conrart’s hands find purchase on his flexing rump. He tried to increase his speed slowly but his beat faltered when Conrart surged up in a shared wet kiss, taking his lower lip prisoner and sinking his teeth gently in its fullness. Josak was lost, his hips driven forward in harder thrusts, his cock stroking repeatedly over that most sensitive hidden hardness.

Conrart had no choice, he threw back his head to gulp for more oxygen as he felt one of Josak’s hands grasp his leaking length as it lay trapped between their bodies. His eyes rolled back and Josak’s grip tightened and he felt the callused roughness of Josak’s thumb ghost over the already needy and sensitive head of his cock. It was too much, it was not enough, it was divine. Conrart gave a sharp gasp as he felt his every nerve ending explode in delight. Heavy thick ropes of seed shooting from the purpled head of his cock, coating the hand of his lover as Josak continued to stroke before losing his own fight in the clenching ass of his captain.

Josak was more vocal as he gave a shout and collapsed against Conrart’s chest his hips continuing to thrust frantically in the tightened vise of Conrart’s climax. Josak could feel his own release shoot from the top of his head and the soles of his feet out through the tip of his cock in loads of hot cream adding instant pressure and friction as well as lubrication to his sensitive length. He kept thrusting with rolls of his hips and pelvis until at last with a final shudder he was sated enough to leave the messy embrace of his thoroughly fucked captain. He rolled and forced his body to settle beside a grinning Conrart.

“What’s that look for?” Josak rumbled.

“I think we have to change the sheets now before we can start on the rest of our ‘great morning’.” Conrart chuckled, finding humor in the wrung out and sated look his spy was giving him.

With a Herculean effort Josak found himself rising form the rumpled bed and crossing the room to the wash basin. He took a moistened cloth and cleaned his softening cock, mopping up the trails of seed and lubricant that covered his balls and thighs. After rinsing the cloth out he walked over to an exhausted Conrart and cleaned up the mess of fluids that decorated his love’s cock, stomach and ass.

“I always forget you can’t hold as much back here as I can.” He teased cleaning thighs and creases.

“You don’t forget, Josak, you just like making bigger messes.” Conrart snorted.

Josak gave a bark of laughter as he leaned down and gave a quick lick to Conrart’s softened groin before taking the soiled pillow from under his hips. After disposing of the cloth and pillow Josak padded back to bed and pulled Conrart over to the dryer side of the mattress. Casually draping Conrart over himself like a living blanket. “Yeah, but you like me messy.” He said in a self satisfied tone as he gently ran the fingers of his right hand down the bumps of Conrart’s vertebrae while settling his left hand under his head.

Conrart threw one leg over Josak’s hips and wedged his nose in tight to nuzzle the thin flesh behind Josak’s ear. “Maybe.” He whispered with a smile before relaxing into an early morning nap.

Josak broke into a full-fledged smile at the word and brushed a kiss over Conrart’s hair and he pulled him closer and snuggled in for his own nap. “Maybe, indeed.” Was his final thought before slumber claimed him.

***A/N***
Okay so this is my first attempt at smut. I have no idea if it's too much or too little or completely squicky-full. So if you'd like to let me know I'd appreciate it. Even flames on this would be appreciated, because I can't write better if you guys don't give me a head's up on where I've gone pear-shaped. So cheers to you all and see you next chappie!