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Sunshine III

Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make
no money from this work of fanfiction at all.

Pairing: Conrad and Wolfram, others mentioned

Warning: incest and spoilers for episodes 25 and 26.

Hot water
was a good place to ease the body and soul, and Conrad sighed as he slipped
into the pool of one of the many baths of the Palace.

Work would
always exist for a soldier such as himself, and today was no exception. There
were minor raids by bandits, unrest with the humans in Mazoku controlled lands�
Adelbert was making a nuisance of himself.

Grunting
softly he closed his eyes, willing the tension to leave his back and shoulders.
He let his mind drift, trying to find more pleasant things to think about.

The
sparring matches with Wolfram had become a regular event, if not daily. There
had not been another �incident� like the first time.

A little
voice told Conrad he was disappointed. He firmly put that voice away into a
small box.

The steam
in the room was thick, and the light coming in from one of the many high
windows made it shine. Conrad had gravitated to the side of the room cast in
shadow� That had to have been why the newcomer didn�t notice him.

Conrad had
not been looking that way when the door had opened, but he heard it open, and
he lazily rolled his head to the side to look at who had entered.

A tired
looking Wolfram, with nothing but a towel circling his hips, meandered in,
humming tunelessly.

Light
poured down on him, or so it seemed to Conrad. Wolfram had filled out� a lot�
He was still slender but very�

Conrad
tried to explain away his suddenly dry mouth as Wolfram sat down on a stool to
wash off. His back was to Conrad, which he was grateful for�

Floating
over, he barely noticed his white knuckled grip on the edge of the pool when
Wolfram dropped the towel to dump water over himself.

Beautiful�

He licked
his lips, caught between the desire to see more and the guilt of�

~*~*~*~*~*~

He woke
with a start, Conrad realizing he had dozed off in the water. He was sore from
having fallen in an awkward position�

He also had
an unobstructed view of his own erection.

Dreams
could easily be explained away by as his subconscious using symbols, or random
thoughts colliding into a mess of images.

Seeing his
own body react, and get even harder as he thought about the clean smooth lines
of Wolfram�s body; his warmth, and his sweet, tight�

Conrad
sucked in a gasp, closing his eyes. Wolfram�s adorable smirk, the way his
emotions flashed across his face, his pale, smooth skin and� He opened his
eyes, seeing his fist pumping up and down his dick, thumb moving over the head.

He wondered
if Wolfram�s hand would feel the same. Would it be softer? Or was it nearly as
callused?

His breath
hitched and he bit his lip.

It just had
been a very long time since he had� had done anything, right? He just needed to
blow off some tension.

That didn�t
explain why the image of Wolfram�s golden head between his legs, lips wrapped
around the head of his dick, made him come so quickly.

He gaped at
his own hand as he came down, breathing hard.

�What�s
wrong with me?�

Getting out
of the water, he rinsed off and left, feeling shaky and unsettled.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Going back
to his room was all he could do after that, bland smile plastered on his face
as he vacillated between denial and trying to understand why.

Why lust
over his little brother?

Trying to
think it over, arrived in his room and sat down on the bed, falling backwards.

Perhaps it
was just male hormones. It had been a long time, a very long time, since he had
looked at anyone that way. Julia had been almost too pure to imagine doing
anything carnal. Wolfram was beautiful�

And there.

But that
didn�t make any sense- his brother was most certainly not available. If he wanted
someone who had no problem with a friendly screw, he could go to Yozak. They
had experimented together when they were younger, moving on to other people.
Yet they would seek other out for stress relief. Their friendship was something
they cherished too much to take sex seriously.

Then he had
moved on to Julia- someone he worshipped from afar.

Grimacing,
he thought about Wolfram. The two could not be more different; Julia was a
glassy forest pool where Wolfram was a raging volcano. Julia loved everyone
equally, keeping her emotions close to her heart. Wolfram�

He gave his
loyalty to few and defiantly thrust his opinions and heart into the world.

Both were
equally untouchable.

Conrad
winced. Besides� it wasn�t like Wolfram�

(He gave me his first kiss.)

He
remembered his dream- how just watching Wolfram had aroused him. He felt so�
ashamed, now.

He didn�t
want to fall asleep just yet. His dreaming mind was an enemy.

Besides,
the sheets smelled familiar; of flowers and tears. Conrad inhaled, remembering
that smell from his convalescence. It brought thoughts of solace, when the
nightmares became too frightening. There had been soothing warmth and small
hands and�

He almost
drifted off to sleep. Almost. By that time he was usually deeply asleep, and if
it wasn�t for being on edge that night he would have been.

He would
have missed the sound of someone coming into his room.

Normally,
he would have sprung instantly awake, but whoever this was knew his room well.
The intruder moved with army trained stealth, approaching his bed.

And heaven
help him, Conrad should have tensed, readying himself for an attack, yet his
traitorous body only relaxed further.

The scent
of flowers got stronger as he continued to feign sleep, eyes open enough to
notice a flash of pink across his vision.

Wolfram?

The pink nightgown- a gift that
had started out as a joke but become his brother�s favored sleeping attire-
drifted out of his vision as he felt the bed creak, and a much smaller body
crawl on to the bed and curl up against his back.

Oh�

The
familiar smell he could recall, the one that had been on his bed when he had
returned and calmed his nightmares�

Wolfram.

His mind
kicked into gear as he ran through various scenarios. Wolfram had always come
to him for comfort as a child.

And what
did a person need, no matter their age, more than comfort? Especially during a
time of war?

He ran
through various scenarios, imagining Wolfram watching him as he healed but
never being there when he was awake. He saw Wolfram climbing into bed when he
had nightmares. He wondered, and thought it was a good possibility, that Wolfram
had probably been sleeping in his room and bed when he had been away.

The deep
breathing from behind him told Conrad that his little brother had fallen asleep.
The thought brought a smile to his face; Wolfram was the hardest sleeper he
knew.

The various
implications and possibilities paraded loudly through his brain.

It could
mean that Wolfram was sleep walking with a strange fixation on Conrad�s room.
It could mean that Wolfram�s own bed was too small and was so in the habit of
coming to Conrad�s room so he could have room. It could mean that Wolfram
wanted to kill Conrad by way of using his restless sleeping habits.

Or, Conrad
could shut up with the denial and actually believe that Wolfram was there
because he genuinely had missed his brother and wanted comfort.

He took a
deep breath. Wolfram could never say that he missed Conrad, or that he loved
him� but this was the closest confirmation he could find. Too bad his older
brother was a pervert who-

Conrad
swallowed a groan when Wolfram cuddled a little closer, making a soft whimper
in his sleep. He was getting hard, imaging making Wolfram whimper and sigh and
gasp, before-

His denial
was taking a beating, crashing down around his ears when he felt Wolfram�s
breath on the back of his neck.

He didn�t
dare turn around. Not when he knew, knew without a doubt, that he would
probably do something to Wolfram. He could not let himself ever give in to
this- this- perversion. He had to do something before this went too far.

Even as he
thought, Wolfram slept on, oblivious.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Eventually
Conrad drifted off, and when he woke up, Wolfram�s side of the bed was empty,
but still warm. He rolled into the hollow Wolfram�s body had left in the
mattress.

Sitting up,
he stared at his hands, before grabbing the pillow Wolfram had used, inhaling
the familiar scent.

Denial was
such a nice, safe place, he thought. He could tell himself whatever he wanted
to believe and he�d believe it. Truth, however, refused to go hang.

He couldn�t
let this go on as it was. Conrad already had something of Wolfram�s he should
never have been given; a first kiss was a precious thing.

Even if
that precious kiss was given away in a foolish trick.

While
Conrad was coming out of his own denial, he shied away from thinking of
Wolfram�s feelings. Wolfram was too young to understand what it was he�d been
giving away, and comfort was all he�d been seeking when he came to Conrad�s
bed. His little brother would never want a half breed, let alone his own
brother.

It was a
safe place to hide, denial.

There was
still the matter of Conrad�s own messy feelings. Getting up and getting
dressed, he grimly went through the possibilities.

Wolfram
could not be allowed to know, nor could anyone else. While same sex
relationships were not taboo, incest was.

He could no
longer deny that he felt lust for his brother, and he hoped it was just his own
perversion. Perhaps time would help; time, and distance, and someone else in
his bed.

Then he
frowned. The idea of a cheap fuck did not sit well with him. He had always
considered himself too honorable, and he had long convinced himself that his
fooling around with Yozak didn�t count.

He grunted
softly. There wasn�t much else he could do�

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Gwendal�s
face was expressionless when Conrad came in to his office that morning, putting
down his request for an immediate transfer.

�Care to
explain this?� von Voltaire asked, putting one hand on the paper, cold blue
eyes narrowing.

Conrad
looked at his older brother, exhaling imperceptibly. �No.�

�Then it�s
an order. Explain this.�

The solder
kept his composure. �I�m needed on the border. I�m one of the best soldiers in
the army and my experience and expertise would be best utilized there.�

Gwendal�s
forehead wrinkled more.

�You have
been gone four years. There is no reason for you to suddenly be needed anywhere
that could not be put off for anywhere from a few weeks to a few months. Yes,
you are an asset, but you are one man and we are no longer at war. What is your
real reason?�

Conrad
glued on the bland smile. �What makes you think there is one?�

�I will not
argue that your trip has been bad for you- you have mastered the anger and
resentment I recall.� Gwendal stood up and turned to the window, watching some
of the troops train.

�But your
presence was missed here. Mother, especially, worried.�

There were
so many words unspoken as he watched the line of Gwendal�s back.

�Your
presence would be as useful here as it would be anywhere else,� the long haired
man said, continuing to watch the grounds. Walking up beside him, Conrad
noticed that his eyes were fixed on Wolfram. He was practicing with his own
small troop of soldiers, with Majyutsu and sword.

�So, give
me your real reason for wanting a transfer.�

Conrad was
silent for several moments, watching Wolfram drill his soldiers.

�My reasons
are� private.� Of course, he doubted that would be good enough for Gwendal. �I
need time to sort out my feelings for a person. I need distance. If I stay here
at the castle that could never happen.�

He could
feel Gwendal�s gaze on him, even if he was still staring out the window. It was
like he was searching, searching�

He could
only imagine what would happen if he found out about his�

Gwendal
didn�t ask any questions.

�This is
important to you?�

Conrad felt
his own eyes go back to Wolfram�s form as he trained; his face and stance
softening.

�Yes.�

Gwendal�s
mouth twitched up.

�As for
your request for an immediate transfer to the border-�

Conrad�s
hand fell to his belt, tightening. It would mean now that he could finally run
away, finally get over his problem�

�It is
denied.�

His mouth
fell open in shock.

�Gwendal,
please-�

�This isn�t
just about you, Conrad. This is about the people who would hurt with you gone.
And I would not be much of a brother if I let you run away from your problems,
instead of sorting them out. Though I�m not cruel- I�m going to give you a
mission. You need to find information on a certain nobles in our country who
seem to be taking it into their heads to leave Shin Makoku. Your contact in the
area will be Yozak, and I�ll give you your briefing in the morning.�

Gwendal�s
face softened. �I will give you missions away from here, but I cannot let you
go entirely.�

Conrad
nodded, choppy. Perhaps he had hoped for this too much� but at least with a
mission to focus on, and Yozak for company, he could find some kind of peace�

To be continued.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I�m writing this at the
same time I�m writing �Home Work� and the two are hard to keep separate. I�m
not quite sure where I�m taking this now. Realistically, a relationship like
this would be a Bad Thing. There is pretty much no hope of a happy ending, in
the real world.

That being said, this is not the real world. This is not
only KKM, this is a fanfic.

And THAT being said� Someone shoot
me before I turn this into an mpreg as well.
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