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Sunshine IV

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

Pairings: Conrad and Wolfram, others mentioned

Warnings: Incest, sex, and spoilers for episodes 25 and 26

Dedication: All pot smoking references come from
slytherininblack, who passed the idea along.

Conrad
carefully read the reports for his mission.

This was
the latest in a series, usually investigating unrest in the human villages
within Shin Makoku borders, or finding the loyalty of any of the great lords.
They were dangerous, dirty missions; perfect for keeping Conrad distracted.

At least,
they did during the day. He refused to let himself dwell on the sleepless
nights.

He had
hoped that in the year since he had begun taking these missions that his�
problem, would have gone away. He had the company of Yozak (But they�d done
nothing at all in the way of sex), and enough trouble to keep himself very
busy.

Sometimes,
it was enough. He was so exhausted at night that he could not think to miss the
familiar scent no longer on his pillow. He was so amused with Yozak that he
didn�t think he was missing the barbed conversation of a certain blond.

Then he
would return to Blood
Pledge Castle,
and he would find himself lusting (falling in love?) all over again.

Every time
he went back, he would see Gwendal and his mother� and Wolfram would avoid him
in public.

Biting the
inside of his cheek, Conrad did not look up.

Wolfram, he
knew, was watching him from the door as he prepared for his next journey out.

If things
had been normal, he would have invited his little brother in for a talk. If
things had been normal, he would have chased him out for a practice bout.

If things
had been normal, he would have not had to worry about looking up and seeing
Wolfram�s half open uniform and mussed hair, or the dark circles under his
eyes. He would not have had to worry about his brotherly concern turning into
something else�

There were
no words as Wolfram turned and left the doorway. Conrad sighed, feeling his
eyes leave.

He knew
Wolfram would be back to share his bed that night.

Shinou help
him, he looked forward to it.

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

�So� what�s
got you so down, Captain?� Yozak asked, as they rode through the village of the
lord they were investigating.

Conrad
turned to his friend, blinking.

�There�s
nothing, Yozak,� he answered after a moment.

There was
truly nothing Yozak could do to help- he had been thinking about how he had
left Wolfram that morning.

He had
gotten up before Wolfram had; something that had never happened before, and he
given in to a moment of weakness, letting his fingers brush over Wolfram�s lips
before he had left.

He licked his
own lips, wondering how Wolfram had managed to keep them so soft.

�You�ve got
another woman to pine over?� Yozak asked, smirking. �You and your courtly love.
You have got to get laid, Captain. You might stop acting like a stick is up
your ass.�

Conrad
flinched. Why was it that people who knew him always said that? First Rodriguez
and now Yozak�

�And stop
smiling like you�re eating swamp berries. It�s disturbing.�

Conrad
turned to glare, his vague smile turning into a pout. If Rodriguez and Yozak were
saying the same things, then he suddenly had a very good idea what �pot smoker�
was�

At least he
was distracted from the memory of a delicious blond in a frilly nightgown.

Conrad
grunted. He had to admit he had a one track mind.

The village
seemed peaceful enough. Unfortunately, that meant it would be harder to get
information.

His let
himself be distracted with plotting how best to map and divide the town with
Yozak, when he felt a tingle down his spine.

There was
something wrong, and he had no idea what it was. Turning to Yozak, he looked
around�

�What�s
up?� the redhead murmured, noticing that Conrad was more intent on scanning the
crowd.

�I don�t
know� just� Something�s not right,� he said, halting his horse and dismounting.
�Could you go ahead to the inn? I want to look around on my own for a while.�

Yozak
shrugged. �Meet you at sunset? If you aren�t there, I�ll start recon on my
own.�

Conrad
nodded.

Yozak shook
his head- he had long since given up trying to understand his neurotic commander-
and led Conrad�s horse to the inn.

It was a
nice afternoon, so far. The fall wind was brisk, and the smell of baking was
thick in the air, and moldering leaves as walked.

�You take
that back!� a voice snapped, so familiar that Conrad had to stop dead in his
tracks.

Turning in
disbelief, he followed the sound, hoping that he had just been hearing things.
That, or going insane. Insane would mean that�

That a
certain blond, dressed in peasant clothing, was not kicking a well dressed,
pimply faced Mazoku lordling in the balls. It would not mean that he was being
surrounded by that young lord�s retainers, all of them with swords.

�I�ll say
it again,� the pretty pimply faced lad said, his voice probably several octaves
higher than it should have been. �That the Maou is a slut, not even worth being
called a whore, and that her youngest son is nothing but a bastard. At least
the half breed was legitimate!�

If there
was anything that could annoy Wolfram, it was someone insulting his mother or
his lineage.

�Gentlemen,�
Conrad said, drawing their attention. �What�s the cause of all the commotion?�

Wolfram�s
face was fixed in a snarl, crouched over, looking like a wounded lion cub about
to lash out.

Beautiful.

Dammit- I have to save my brother from getting himself killed and ruining the
mission- I am not saving a maiden in
distress!

Taking a
deep breath and telling himself to be calm, he walked over to the blond, and
casually punched him in the stomach.

Wolfram,
completely caught off guard, doubled over in pain. Conrad raised an eyebrow- he
had been that unready? Never mind�

�Heh�
stupid loyalist, don�t you know that this whole town belongs to my father?� The
pretty boy squeaked, and his retainers snickered.

�Well,
Mister, you will be rewarded for your loyalty,� the child-lord said, sniffing,
before nodding to one of his retainers. �Kill this upstart.�

Conrad�s
eyes widened, before he gripped Wolfram�s shoulders. Somehow he had to bluff
his way out of this; he could apologize to Wolfram later.

�Surely-�

The
retainer drew his sword, and everyone else in the circle did the same. Bloody hell-

�Wolfram,
on three- I�m opening up a hole in the street side,� Conrad whispered tersely.
�Trust me.�

Straightening,
he shrugged. �My lord, allow me,� he said, drawing his own sword. �To prove my
loyalty.�

Wolfram�s
eyes were huge- wide and green and� trusting. Conrad swallowed.

The
lordling just laughed.

�Why should
I soil my servant�s hands then? Fine. One-�

Conrad
lifted his sword, and he saw Wolfram tense, as he mouthed the word �two�

There was a
deep breath-

�Three!�

Spinning,
and using the flat of his blade, Conrad smacked one of the retainers upside the
head, grabbed him and used the momentum of the spin to toss him into the crowd
at the mouth of the alley.

�Run!� he
roared, slashing at the swordsmen.

Wolfram
looked like he was about to argue- but changed his mind when Conrad grabbed him
by the back of his shirt and sped out of the alley.

�Conrad!�
Wolfram yelped, following him as he ran. �I- I didn�t think-�

�No- you,�
Conrad began, then cut off; noticing that the sun had set and that Yozak had
surely left by now. Fine. He should have left a few supplies.

�We have to
get you out of here before they start searching. Wolfram,� Conrad started, and
paused. He could see the consternation on Wolfram�s face, and he hoped it was
enough to keep him from acting stupid again.

�What were
you thinking?� he asked, slowing them down to a walk so they could stroll
casually to the inn.

�You�ve not
been around and I was bored,� Wolfram grumbled. It took a moment for the
customary translation from Wolfram-speak into normal Mazoku tongue. It came out
something like �I was worried since you�ve been gone and wanted to see if I
could help.�

Wolfram-speak
was a very complicated, subtle language. Translating was as much art as
science, so Conrad just hoped that he wasn�t telling the bald truth for once.

They
carefully walked in, and he could feel the sulk rolling off Wolfram, as well as
the embarrassment and shame.

Conrad
sighed and shook his head.

�Wolfram,
you know you need to control your temper, especially since you had to have
known this was an undercover
mission,� he murmured, opening the door to his and Yozak�s room. Wolfram�s face
was steadily turning red at his words.

His eyes
drifted to Wolfram�s backside he entered the room, eyeing the sparse, shady
furnishings: a bed, a table and two chairs, and a washstand. None of it looked
well kept.

It had to
have been something of a shock to Wolfram�s system. Of course, considering that
Wolfram wasn�t any more than sixty-seven years old�

Conrad
grimaced, pulling his eyes back up to Wolfram�s head. Not only am I lusting after my brother, I�m lusting after someone
barely more than a child�

Those thoughts didn�t stop his
eyes from drifting back down again.

Wolfram
walked over to the bags that Yozak had left, and turned to Conrad with a
confused expression.

�Yozak was
my partner on this one,� he confirmed when Wolfram pulled a massive dress out
of the bag. �We were going to meet here after I�d finished walking� needless to
say, I was late.�

Wolfram
fumed, and then looked at the dress, and Conrad started to search through the
bags. They needed disguises, and they needed them fast.

He could change
his one just fine but� Turning to Wolfram, he plopped a wig on his own head
before tearing through Yozak�s packs, tossing out a chemise and a dress� with
enough ties it could possibly be rigged to fit�

�Put this
on,� Conrad ordered, grabbing another wig and jamming it on Wolfram�s head. The
traitorous lord of this area would probably be searching for him- thankfully
Yozak was no where near them when all this happened; no one would be looking
for him.

Wolfram
looked about to protest, when Conrad raised an eyebrow at him.

�It�s your
fault we are in this situation.�

That shut
him up enough to start peeling off his peasant outfit, and pick up the chemise.

�Why do I
have to be the woman?� Wolfram moaned, and Conrad twitched.

Why couldn�t you have stayed at home?

Now he had
to worry about Wolfram and the mission� he started to shuck off his own clothes
to change them, and was down to his pants when he heard the stomping of heavy
boots down the hall.

He was half
naked, and all Wolfram wore was the chemise, their clothes and the dress
scattered over the floor�

�Follow my
lead!� Conrad rasped, a moment before grabbing Wolfram bodily and tossing him
on the bed.

Wolfram
opened his mouth to make some kind of protest, but it never made it out.
Conrad�s lips smothered it quite well- thrusting his tongue inside Wolfram�s
open mouth as he stretched over Wolfram�s body, one knee between his legs.

He honestly
tried to remember the reason- that this was as much a disguise as the wig- but
he lost himself in the taste of those forbidden lips.

They were
as soft as he remembered from that morning and tasted delicious- had he been
eating cinnamon? Whatever it was�

The scent
of the flowers was thick on Wolfram, sweet and heady, and Conrad could not find
himself again to remember restraint, letting his hands drift down Wolfram�s
arms to his chest.

He had felt
Wolfram arch into him, groin grinding up against his thigh when the door to the
room was flung open, and two soldiers with the inn keeper burst in side.

Conrad
pulled away from Wolfram with a snarl, eyes narrowing as he crouched
protectively over his�

There was a
lecherous laugh from one of the guardsmen.

�I thought
you had said there were two men here?� the other said, frowning at the
innkeeper.

Wolfram panted underneath Conrad, hands
clutching his shoulders. Conrad covered him completely- so that only the wig,
his bright green eyes and his feet were visible.

�Excuse me,
gentlemen,� Conrad growled. �I�m busy.�

The group
stepped back as one, and Conrad�s eyes narrowed in satisfaction. How dare they
interrupt?

�Ah, good
sir,� the innkeeper said. He had not seen them as they entered. �I had been
under the impression that two men had been seen entering this room.�

�Clearly
you were wrong,� Conrad answered, his tone cold and clipped, before gasping
when Wolfram�s hands moved down his chest and found one of his nipples to
tease.

This time
both guards laughed. �Looks like she�s starting without you,� one snickered.

�Are you
insulting my woman?�

They backed
away warily at the expression on Conrad�s face. Wolfram gasped softly from
underneath him, and Conrad moaned when Wolfram�s hands slid underneath the band
of his pants.

�I suggest
you men leave,� he whispered, baring his teeth in a smile and rubbing his thigh
up against Wolfram�s groin to provoke a gasp. �Because I don�t think we�re
going to wait on you.�

Without
another word he found Wolfram�s lips again, playing with his lips and tongue
while the smaller boy�s clever hands continued to work on his pants. It was
enough to make him forget they had an audience.

There was
mix of embarrassed and lecherous laughter from the guards as they watched,
until the inn keeper shook his head.

Conrad heard
him mutter something about a mistake in the books, and there was more stomping
as they turned to leave, with a few catcalls of good luck to Conrad and
muttering about damn, they wanted a woman that hot�

The door to
their room closed, but Conrad continued to suck on Wolfram�s mouth, not
breaking the kiss until he felt something hard rub against his leg.

It brought
him back to reality enough for him to sit up and stare at the door for several
long moments.

�We need to
leave.�

Wolfram�s
answer was a weak whine. �No.�

�Wolfram?�

Conrad
looked down, worried- and wished he�d kept his eyes on the door.

The
blonde�s wig was still in place, but his eyes were wide and dilated, lips
swollen and flushed, the chemise over his knees and his legs spread wantonly.

�No.�

�No?�
Conrad asked, blankly, because he was now noticing the tent over Wolfram�s
crotch. �We,� he licked his lips, hesitantly. �They could come back. We know
for certain they are planning something- we have a responsibility-�

�Not until you finish what you started!�
Wolfram whimpered, sitting up fully and grabbing Conrad by the wig, and pulling
him back down.

The kiss he
initiated was clumsy and desperate, and Conrad wanted to indulge in that kiss
forever. Sweet and fumbling and-

�Wait,� he
heard himself say, and he cursed his conscience. �Wolfram- I�m your brother- for Shinou�s sake! We have to
get out of here!�

�Don�t you
dare,� Wolfram hissed. �Don�t you dare be righteous when you�ve made me like
this!� His little brother was desperate. �I need you, Conrad!�

�Wolfram,
you�re not even seventy yet-�

�I don�t care!�

Conrad,
despite himself, pulled Wolfram close, cuddling him like he had when they were
children. �Wolfram, I�m your brother. It�s not right,� he murmured, batting
away the silly wig so he could nuzzle his hair. Guilt tried to gnaw at his
stomach but the touch felt too good to ignore.

It would
have been one thing to fantasize and find that the reality was lacking. But to
realize the fantasy was right- because he had held his brother in the past. He
knew exactly how it felt to have Wolfram cuddle against his chest. He now knew
how he tasted, how he smelled� To know that was exactly what he wanted�

�Wolfram, please��

�I know you
want me, too,� Wolfram answered raggedly, reaching down to brush the hard-on
poking his thigh. �I�m not stupid, I�ve heard soldiers talk. I know what mother
does at night and I know what you do with Yozak.� He stuck out his bottom lip.

�That�s
different. Wolfram, I am your brother.�

�You
aren�t.�

Conrad
chuckled hoarsely. �Stop denying-�

�I could
never love my brother like I love you.�

Conrad�s
heart stopped. �Wolfram.� He touched his face. �Do you really know what you are
saying?�

�Are you
saying you don�t love me?�

�No!� The denial was out of his mouth
before he could take it back. The idea of deliberately hurting Wolfram to stop
this perversion from happening barely occurred to him. �I do love you, but
you�re asking me to-�

Wolfram cut
him off with another kiss.

The soldier
shuddered, guilt forgotten in the face of Wolfram�s enthusiasm. There was no
hesitation or indecision, just warm wet skin against warm wet skin. Conrad�s
hands went up his thighs, underneath the chemise to his hip, listening to his
breathing turn ragged.

Moving his
lips to Wolfram�s throat, he nibbled downwards to his collar bone, jumping when
Wolfram found his nipple again and he cursed himself for being sensitive. He
heard a chuckle and smiled, sitting up.

Mine. Finally, all mine, was all he
could think.

The chemise
was really pointless now, and Wolfram agreed, pulling it over his head and
tossing it to the side.

Conrad
didn�t know how long he took, eyes devouring Wolfram�s pale body, and how good
he looked aroused.

It took him
a moment to realize that he was being just as hungrily devoured in return.

�Your
pants,� Wolfram said, attacking the offensive covering and pushing them down
his hips. Conrad chuckled breathlessly as he finished removing them and dumped
them off the bed.

They
explored each other, Conrad�s hands and mouth pulling more breathy whines and
sobs from his little brother. He refused to remain passive. Instead, his hands,
rough and callused and small, traveled over Conrad�s back, clawing and
searching and finding places that Conrad had forgotten, making him gasp in
turn.

Wolfram
grabbed Conrad�s head when he took his erection in his hands, opening his
mouth-

�No,� he
whispered, panting softly. Blush traveled over his sweaty face. �All the way,
Conrad.�

Conrad
lifted an eyebrow, amused, before taking his brother�s cock into his mouth.

�But
Conrad,� Wolfram protested, fingers tugging on his hair. �I want you.� His hips
jerked.

�You�ll get
me,� Conrad answered, licking his lips, gripping Wolfram�s hips and what was
left of his control. �I just like watching you like this.�

Wolfram�s
face was incredulous.

�Its better
when you take your time,� Conrad murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of
Wolfram�s thigh. His answer was a squirm.

Conrad
chuckled, taking his balls in one hand and rolling them, watching Wolfram�s
expression.

�No one has
ever touched you?� he asked, a real smile gracing his lips. Wolfram nodded, and
Conrad wondered why he had even asked.

Wolfram
grabbed Conrad�s shoulders, kneading, muttering softly to as Conrad wrapped his
lips around the head of his dick, tonguing the slit.

Wolfram
shuddered, and Conrad would have purred as he slid his tongue to the underside
along the vein.

His brother
was gasping, and Conrad knew he had to be close- he was young, and this was the
first time�

Wolfram
grabbed Conrad�s head, pulling him off.

�Not yet,�
he growled, fiercely as a mad kitten. Conrad blinked as he was pushed
backwards, with Wolfram straddling him to kiss him again. �My turn.�

The
concentration on Wolfram�s face was adorable as he brushed his lips over his
brother�s chest, licking his navel before nuzzling the base of his erection.

The first
lick was cautious, but the sight of the blond head between his legs was making
him harder by the moment. Conrad stroked his hair gently.

�Open your
lips,� Conrad told him. �And relax your throat.�

Wolfram
looked up at him, doing as he said, before Conrad held him still, thrusting
deeply into the hot mouth. He groaned, hips twitching back and forth.

God� so
good�

Wolfram caught
on quickly, caressing his brother�s dick with his tongue as he moved in and
out� and Conrad gritted his teeth. One of the bags was still on the bed.
Fumbling, he smiled in triumph when he found the oil.

He quickly poured
some in the oil on his hand, slicking his fingers and trailing them down
Wolfram�s back to begin kneading on his ass. The soft gasp from Wolfram nearly
had made him come- before he bit his lip and rallied his self control one more
time.

�Beautiful,�
Conrad whispered, feeling the heat and tight as he pushed a finger inside
Wolfram�s body. He leaned down, adding
another finger, then another, slowly pumping them in and out, scissoring them
after a few moments.

Wolfram had
slowed when the second finger had entered him, and had stopped entirely at the
third, quivering in surprise.

�Does it
hurt?�

Wolfram
whimpered, and Conrad withdrew his fingers, pulling Wolfram put to meet his
eyes. They were wide and dark, lips trembling and stained with precum, and he
shook his head.

�Wolfram�
if you want me to stop��

He shook
his head no. �I told you I want you.� His mouth firmed, before licking the
precum off his himself. �And I do.�

Conrad
swallowed, kissing Wolfram again. �You- if you�re afraid-�

�I am not afraid.�

Conrad
laughed.

�You don�t
have to ever be,� Conrad whispered, nuzzling his hair. �Not with me�� He laid
Wolfram backwards- before Wolfram took the oil bottle, and poured some on his
hands and applied it to his brother�s dick.

�Does this
show you?� Wolfram said, defiantly, and Conrad smiled again, gasping slightly
at the feel of his hands.

�Enough,�
Conrad murmured, rubbing his hands up the backs of Wolfram�s thighs, lifting
his knees to his shoulders and pushing him back on to the bed. Gently he kissed
Wolfram again, before guiding his cock to Wolfram�s opening.

He paused-
his forebrain had to catch up with the fact that this wasn�t yet another day
dream, or that his brother was actually consenting.

�You�re
really here?� he asked, touching Wolfram�s face. �You really want me?�

�Conrad, if
I didn�t want you, I�d have toasted your dick,� Wolfram snapped, biting his
bottom lip. �I want you- I�ve wanted you ever since I could remember.�

He nearly
stopped- but he could feel the welcoming tightness of Wolfram�s body as he
pushed through the ring of muscle, finding Wolfram lips again when he was fully
seated.

Wolfram�s
erection had wilted, but Conrad stroked it slowly, giving him time to adjust.
At Wolfram�s nod, he pulled back and thrust in again.

He took it
slow, changing angles until he found Wolfram�s prostate, grinning at the wide
eyed surprise on Wolfram�s face.

�Good,
brother?�

Wolfram
nodded, eyes still wide, before they slid shut, his legs dropping to wrap
around Conrad�s waist and pull him closer.

�Mmm- ah!�

The soft
whimpers and mews in his ears were delicious- almost as delicious as seeing his
little brother under him, feeling him twitch and writhe, hearing the wet noises
of their bodies slapping together.

He bit
Wolfram�s neck, making him shriek, and licking the spot to hear him groan.

�What do
you feel?� he asked, brushing a kiss over his lips.

Wolfram�s
face was contorted as he tried to get words out.

�Full- and
when you,� he yelped when a hard thrust stabbed his prostate. �Move, I- oohhh�
Conrad,� he choked. �Conrad!�

Conrad ran
his thumb over the head of Wolfram�s dick, pumping his fist up and down- and
Wolfram tensed, grabbing Conrad�s shoulders and clawing his back, mouth open in
a soundless cry.

Conrad
pressed his lips to Wolfram�s neck as he sped up, feeling Wolfram go limp as
his cum shot against his chest.

His little
brother, sweaty and hot and-

He snarled,
possessively, as he came deeply inside Wolfram, watching him give a soft moan
at the feeling.

�I love
you,� Conrad whispered, stroking Wolfram�s hair. The eternal smile was gone
from his face, and Wolfram�s mask of distain was lost, kissing his older
brother sweetly.

He rolled
to the side, pulling out of Wolfram carefully, giving him time to catch his
breath.

Hopefully
the hounds after them would have been gone by now� surely�

�Now we
have to go,� he whispered, looking at his exhausted� lover. Lover. How odd that
word felt now.

Wolfram
groaned. �If I move, will you forget what happened here?� Wolfram asked,
accusingly. �And pretend it never happened?�

Conrad
shook his head.

�I could
hardly do that, could I?� He whispered. �Besides- there won�t be a later if we
get killed.�

Wolfram
nodded, and reached out to find the silly wig, putting it on his head.

Conrad
nearly laughed, but kept his face straight as he offered a towel.

Together
they cleaned up, and left the room behind. What had happened between them, they
could discuss later.

Conrad
shuddered. Guilt could gnaw on him when they were safe. Now they had to escape.

To be continued.

A/N: Yee-ha! Longest chapter yet for this series! My first
KKM smut, and its incest! My first incest fic smut ever! I hope everyone else
enjoyed.
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