The One You're With

The One You're With part 3: Suspicious - Chapter 2
by Tsutsuji
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maou!
Pairing: Conrad/Murata, Conrad/Yozak, implied Shinou/Murata and Shinou/Daikenja, mention of others.
Rating and Warning: Adult (NC17). Graphic yaoi, oral sex, sexual tension, light bondage, and a healthy dose of angst. Spellchecked, not beta'd.
Original date written: (6/26/08)
Word count for this chapter: around 3769
Disclaimer: Characters and settings are the property of Tomo Takabayashi and associates, and I'm just a pervy fangirl who's not making any money off of this.


Summary: When Shinou said he had a reward to offer them, this is not what Yozak expected.


Yozak half expected Conrad to feel or taste different than before, as if something must have changed in the man to make him able to do what he was doing here. Smooth skin and familiar scars under the uniform, the swordsman's body that tensed and yielded under his hands, the taste of the firm lips opening breathlessly to his insistent kiss, all were the same as ever - all the same man that he'd wanted ever since he knew what wanting someone meant. Only the eyes were different, staying hard and focused instead of falling half closed when Yozak tugged jacket and shirt aside and let his teeth graze over one bare shoulder.

That same, familiar wanting coiled in his gut and spread through his limbs, made his fingers desperate and clumsy, but even while he concentrated on getting Conrad's damned uniform out of the way as quickly as possible, he never forgot that Murata was watching them. It would have been impossible to ignore those black eyes following his every move, in any case, but it was as though the look Murata had given him when he first leaned down to kiss Conrad gave him permission to do exactly what he wanted to do, maybe with even more than the usual enthusiasm.

On top of that, he couldn't forget that they really were here for Murata. He could see that Conrad didn't let himself forget it, either. His eyes constantly turned toward the boy, watching closely for every sign, and the more desperate Murata grew, the more Conrad smiled.

They hadn't planned what to do beyond this point, only that it involved Murata watching the two of them doing it, but so far the plan was working perfectly. Black eyes gleamed, liquid and deep; it was obvious that Murata could not drag his gaze away from their mouths.

Which, as far as Yozak was concerned, was just one more good reason to keep lapping up every bit of Conrad's skin that he could reach.

"I always knew you were an exhibitionist, Yozak," Conrad whispered into his mouth. He tugged at the first of many ribbons while he kept his other hand firmly wedged between Murata's thighs, where the proof that this was the proper course of events was clearly outlined under the black trousers.

Yozak had always been good at improvising, and he knew what he wanted to do without thinking twice about it. He reached out with the hand that wasn't fumbling with Conrad's trousers and grabbed Murata by the front of his uniform jacket and pulled, making him scramble up to kneel awkwardly on the bed beside them. Then, after another quick, shared glance to make sure the boy was still were still watching, he threaded his hands through Conrad's hair and, with a soft growl, he clamped their mouths together again and started to push Conrad backward onto the bed.

Conrad's grunted, part surprise and part laughter at the aggressive move. Considering how much trouble he'd been to convince about all this, Yozak supposed he deserved that. His initial reaction to the idea had been far less enthusiastic, but, after all, it had never occurred to him for a moment that Murata might be visiting Conrad in secret in the dead of night for essentially the same reason that he had in the past.

"You've been doing what, with Geika?" he'd squawked, glaring at Conrad in horror after Shinou described the task Conrad had agreed to perform.

"This is Daikenja's desire," Shinou had said smoothly.

"But is it Murata's?" Yozak shot back at him, and then whipped his head around to Conrad again. "And you're the one they chose to fill this role? No offense, Taichou; you're a great leader on the battlefield and all, but in this area..."

He knew Conrad far better than that, or at least, he always thought he did.

"I've done the best I can," Conrad replied, as calm as ice itself, but his eyes shifted away for a second; a tremble of doubt, Yozak had thought at the time. "You may be surprised," he'd added softly, and Yozak wondered if maybe it wasn't doubt after all.

"Daikenja - Murata Ken - has no complaints at all," Shinou had added.

Yozak had raised his eyebrows at that; the whole idea went against all he thought he knew about either of them. But in the end he'd accepted - to Conrad's relief, he was certain. Well, he'd had to accept, after Shinou's suggestion of a way for them to share the task gave him an excuse to wear this outfit he'd been waiting to use for ages.

His doubts had remained, though, during the entire time it took for them to make their preparations, right up until the moment he stepped into the room and finally caught sight of Murata surging into Conrad's grasp, or trying to, whimpering and frustrated, twisting his bound hands behind his back but so clearly not trying to break free.

Now, hearing Murata's soft, rapid breaths even when his back was turned, Yozak also remembered Shinou's strange explanation of why he wanted them to do this with Murata now. Even though he was truly the soul of the first King that Murata's memories held, he'd said, he was only an echo of that person now, a ghost made of magic and memories, and Murata's present self was not Daikenja, even if he had the memories and some of the desires of his soul's original self. Shinou couldn't be all that Daikenja remembered and he couldn't be all that Murata in the present needed, and, he'd added softly, he knew that he was no longer the only one in Murata's heart.

Enraptured as he'd always been by stories of the Original King and the Great Sage, (and far more nervous in the ghost-god's presence than he liked to admit), Yozak had listened silently to an unexpected tale of the past. Even though nothing but mischief glittered in bright blue eyes, behind Shinou's words he heard whispers of the spirit's love for Daikenja-Murata, and he'd started to understand the need that Conrad had been fulfilling on his own for some time now. He was pretty sure he could guess at least part of the reason that Conrad had accepted the role, too, but he wouldn't have said so to save his life.

Now, with Conrad slowly yielding under his hands and with the added heat of Murata watching them, he couldn't have turned back even if he wanted to. This was Shinou's request and Murata's desire, but it had also been called a reward. If that was the case, Yozak reasoned, there was only one thing he really wanted.

He shifted over until he was between Conrad's legs, pushing him back with one hand, the other finally yanking off the belt and trousers that seemed to be more troublesome than usual. Most of his own silk and lace had already been scattered across the bed and the floor by now, torn off by Conrad's quick hands which, for once, were more efficient than his. All that was left was the ribbon in his hair and one dangling from his arm, and a strip of silk that was smaller than the royal underwear -- and that, he knew from past experience, was only there because Conrad liked the feel of it stretched taut over his bone-hard cock nearly as much as he did.

He looked up one more time, to make sure that Murata was still close enough for Conrad to reach, close enough for him to touch, too, when he had a hand free now and then, and close enough for him to see moist, parted lips and shining black eyes encouraging him to go on and take what he desired.

He began to, eagerly, making his intention perfectly clear by wedging Conrad's thighs apart with his own body, sidling in between them until royal underwear and silk were about to meet, and... Conrad stopped him.

Yozak jerked to a halt, startled breathless, when Conrad grabbed his wrist and struggled up from where he'd fallen back onto his elbows. That was only halfway to where Yozak wanted him, and he tried again, but Conrad slipped his hand up onto Yozak's shoulder and pulled himself up with such urgency that he drew back as if he'd been slapped.

"Yozak, wait!" Conrad hissed against his neck.

Yozak growled again, this time in frustration. Hard, brown eyes stared into his, shocking him into listening: wait, not stop, Conrad had said.

He suddenly realized it wasn't resistance to him that made Conrad lean close and press his face against Yozak's shoulder, or even reluctance to let the boy see him in this position, but concern for Murata himself.

"He'll want... one of us needs to..." Conrad whispered, his breath hot as a torch against Yozak's throat under his ear. He couldn't seem to get the words out, breathless with arousal and maybe, Yozak thought, because doing all of this with Murata was one thing but saying it out loud was another.

Conrad pressed tighter against him, rubbing their bodies together in places that almost made Yozak's vision and hearing go blank, but he still heard the hoarse whisper in his ear. "Take him. After this. Fuck him. You do it, this time..."

Yozak choked back a groan. His body responded before his brain made sense of the words. He wanted, so badly it hurt, to be inside of Conrad, now - but then the thought of Murata all desperate and longing, wrapped around him, under him, melting and giving in to him, and all with Conrad watching...

He swallowed hard just to catch his breath, then turned his head and nodded, barely, only enough for Conrad to feel. Then he slid his palm down the length of Conrad's erection, caught his earlobe between his lips and sucked, hard.

"After I take care of you, then, Taichou," he whispered. "Even for Geika, I'm not letting this go to waste!"

It wasn't often that he couldn't read Conrad's expression at all, but when their eyes met a second later, he had no idea how to explain the look in them. He didn't bother to try and just listened to his body instead, and to the heat in Conrad's touch and the dark gleam in Murata's eyes. Those signs were clear enough for him.

Their lips brushed together again, and then Conrad let him go and gave his shoulder a little push downward. Yozak grinned; he hardly needed that hint now. He shoved Conrad's hand off of him and pushed him back again instead, right back down where he'd almost had him before, only curled slightly to the side so that Murata was still in reach.

He glanced up at the boy and caught him staring at their entangled bodies with his lips parted, shifting slightly on his knees, probably trying to give himself some friction. Yozak caught Conrad's hand by the wrist and pressed it onto Murata's thigh, where Conrad immediately curled his fingers into the leg trembling under tangled and creased fabric, pulling Murata up short in his struggles.

"Naughty," Yozak managed to rasp, squeezing Conrad's hand hard under his own as a warning. "Wait!"

He caught the boy's eye with a grin. Murata winced, but then Yozak almost lost his cool completely when those black eyes locked onto theirs with a look of gratitude.

This is crazy, he thought, but that just meant thinking about it was a waste of time and energy, so he sidled down again, returning his hands and his full attention to Conrad's hard, slick, beautiful body, and did what every fiber of his being was screaming at him to do.

~~

Murata winced when Conrad slid his hand up higher, pushing bunched up fabric up tight under his already constricted balls and twisting it across his erection. In spite of Yozak's warning, he was grateful as ever for Weller-kyo's unerring skill at restraint. Otherwise, he would never make it through the ordeal that he knew was coming, and as much as he wanted to fly off the peak, he did not want to miss a single moment of the sight of Yozak's beautiful mouth making love to Conrad Weller's damn near perfect cock.

He knew that experience very well by now. His own mouth was well acquainted with the shape and texture and taste of Conrad's erection; his tongue curled out over dry lips, remembering, watering at the sight of the droplets that oozed onto Yozak's lips. He realized, though, that he hadn't tasted Yozak's mouth yet, or the rest of his body, only those fingertips that had teased his mouth at the start of this. Not yet. One more thing to anticipate, he thought with a thrill of heat rippling through him from lips to groin.

Conrad's fingers twitched on him, convulsing, not entirely for his benefit but in reaction to what Yozak was doing. He felt Conrad watching him, and dragged his gaze away from Yozak's mouth, although the effort was so great it made him whimper. Conrad stared up at him, hard and steady, although his brows twitched now and then as Yozak moved on him, and Murata stared back as evenly as he could. After a few seconds, though, Conrad's gaze slipped away, unfocused, and his lips parted on a gasp. Murata looked down to just in time to see Yozak lower his head, cheeks hollow and throat rippling as he took Conrad's entire length into his mouth.

If Conrad's hand hadn't gripped him so tightly just then, Murata thought he might have come at the sight of it. He was amazed that Conrad could hold out against that.

He was so intent on watching the gorgeous spectacle - as Yozak pulled back slowly and then, slurping and sucking and with a soft moan, plunged down again - that he jumped in surprise when another hand squeezed his knee. Yozak had one hand somewhere under Conrad, but the other he'd reached out to touch his right leg, with Conrad's hand on his other thigh completing the circuit between the three of them. Conrad's fingers twitched on him then, almost as if he felt it too, and released the pressure just enough so that Murata could push his hips up for a little excruciatingly welcome friction.

Yozak shifted on the bed, half kneeling on hands and knees over Conrad, and from there he could glance up with gleaming blue eyes to make sure Murata saw him draw his mouth off Conrad and swirl his tongue around, slathering and gleaming wet over the twitching tip. Conrad gasped almost silently. Murata swallowed hard, panting, letting Yozak see everything that did to him.

That, apparently, did something to Yozak.

"Damn, Geika," he murmured, lips fluttering on Conrad's cock, and that made Conrad's fingers curl and bite into Murata's thigh so that he was forced to break his gaze with Yozak and throw his head back, whining in desperation.

"You two..." Yozak sighed, but when Murata looked down, he'd filled his mouth with Conrad's length again, and his long fingers ringed the base and lovingly caressed behind and around his cock with slow, careful strokes.

The vision of another pair of blue eyes and another luscious mouth doing the same things to a different Lord Weller suddenly yanked Murata's mind back into the past again, but the sage's memory quickly gave way to the present this time, back to the sight of red hair entwined with ribbons that trailed across Conrad's hip, and Yozak's muscular shoulders and back flexing when he rose up and then dove downward again.

Intent on what he was doing, Yozak finally seemed to forget he was being watched; thick, ginger-colored lashes fluttered over flushed cheeks as his eyes fell half closed. His face was beautiful, Murata thought. It wasn't the first time he'd thought that, either, even though he'd never seen the spy in quite such a blissful state as this. He wondered if Conrad would think so too, if he could see Yozak's face just then.

Through the haze of pent-up lust, it occurred to him that Yozak was the only one of them who was actually with the one he wanted most. But then, Conrad's grip tightened on his thigh again, and fierce brown eyes focused demandingly, entirely, on him, and Murata wondered if being with the one you wanted but couldn't have might be even worse than not being able to be with him at all.

~~


Almost lost in his own indulgence, Yozak forced himself to remember that he and Conrad weren't alone. If it had been up to him, he could have gone on filling his senses for hours with the taste and scent of Conrad's body, the feel of hot skin on his tongue and his fingertips, and the sound of his barely-controlled breath. He knew Conrad's responses as well as his own, though, and neither of them was going to last much longer.

He did his damnedest to make it last for Geika's sake, even though he wasn't sure Murata was in any condition to appreciate the suspense any more. Kneeling there beside them, black uniform askew and face flushed and damp, the boy was breathing just about as hard and as raggedly as Conrad was by now. He watched every move with his huge, dark eyes, drinking in the sight of them as eagerly as Yozak wanted to lap up and swallow all he could get of Conrad.

He kept a hand on Murata, too, especially since he couldn't really watch him while he was bent low over Conrad's body. Still, he could see, out of the corner of his eye, that Conrad's grip on Murata was both pleasure and restraint. In between down strokes, he caught glimpses of Conrad's hand wrapped around the clearly-defined shape of the boy's erection, still covered by black fabric. Through that touch, he kept the boy under control, even though Murata's hips jerked and he gasped in an echo of Conrad's silent intake of breath when Yozak dropped his head again and let the tip of Conrad's cock slip down his throat.

I've done the best I could...

Yozak was surprised just as Conrad had said he might be, but not only by Conrad's skill at controlling the poor kid's arousal; he was shocked by the heat that rushed through his own veins at the sight of it. He was used to working his way through Conrad's damn near infinite self-control, but he'd never expected to see it turned around on someone else like this, never imagined Daikenja would want it to be, and, especially, never, ever imagined that seeing this could make him want Conrad Weller even more than he already did.

Yozak had pushed one hand underneath Conrad where he could knead the tight muscles of his ass, and coax him to lift his hips - not that he needed much encouragement in that. He scooted around to the side a little more so that Conrad's other hand could reach him, too, and smiled around the hot, solid cock in his mouth when he felt normally skilled fingers falter clumsily on his own silk-covered erection. Keeping in mind what he'd whispered earlier, he figured Conrad knew enough not to put too much pressure into his touch there, or they'd be needing a new plan pretty fast.

He was too hungry for Conrad to let this go on much longer, anyway. When his own erection twitched against Conrad's hand, only the thought of that whispered command to wait kept him from letting go completely. He managed to look up once more, just enough to see Murata wince with his head thrown back, and to see Conrad's hand tight around the boy's cock; his thumb circled the tip, clearly defined through the fabric by shape and by the darker spot of dampness there, but the pressure of his fingers held off any hope of release.

Yozak couldn't see any reason to give Conrad the same consideration. Heat and desire gathered at the base of his cock, making him wince with the effort of holding back. Too hungry to even release the groan in his throat, he lifted Conrad up, fingers digging into hard but yielding muscles, and let all of that desire come through in his touch and in his greedy, hungry mouth.

He knew he'd broken through the captain's self-restraint when he heard sharp, quickened breaths, felt Conrad's body jerk and felt fingers clench and twist in his hair. He groaned when the first hot drops hit his tongue a second later, but in the end Murata cried out more loudly than any of them when Yozak finally got what he hungered for and brought Conrad to a thrashing climax.

But at least, this time, the name Conrad gasped just before he came was his - just his, and not anyone else's; not the name that often came either screaming or sighing from Conrad's lips without him even realizing it. That, alone, was more reward than Shinou or anyone else could offer.

For few minutes afterward, Yozak felt content enough with that to simply rest his cheek on Conrad's thigh, licking his lips with satisfaction. Waiting for his own racing heart to slow down a little, he listened to the captain's breath grow quieter while Murata still panted shakily somewhere up above his head.

He smoothed one hand over Conrad's flank as if to help settle him after his release, and with the other, he reached over to tease Murata's unrelieved erection through his uniform trousers with a light touch of his fingertips. Ignoring his own throbbing cock for the moment, he licked his lips, more deliberately this time, and grinned up at the young sage. Murata stared down at him with a desperate, grateful, hungry look in those black eyes, but said nothing.

"Don't thank me yet, Ken-chan," he said, grinning. "You don't think we're done here now, do you?"

He almost laughed out loud. He'd been certain Murata Ken's eyes could not possibly get any bigger, but, somehow, they did.

to be continued