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Sunshine V

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

A/N: This will be a little harder going from now on� Though
maybe more smut.

Yozak could
tell that something was wrong between the two brothers as they rode back to Blood Pledge
Castle.

Conrad�s
cover was mostly blown- so he and Wolfram had played decoy, leading the
pursuers off on a merry chase while Yozak had infiltrated and found the proof
of treachery they were searching for.

They had
met outside the village, having gotten Wolfram�s blade wet with blood for the
first time.

Maybe that
was what had happened; Conrad would not be happy that his little brother had
lost what little innocence he had left. Even if Yozak had been on the receiving
end of the occasional �My brother is a brat and should be hogtied� rant, he
knew that Conrad adored the blond, the ungrateful snot. It was a bizarre,
bittersweet thing to watch them interact. He knew how much Wolfram loved
Conrad, and that Conrad knew Wolfram loved Conrad, because Conrad had let it
slip one time too many how often Wolfram would act like a hero-worshipping
squire.

Not in so
many words, of course. Conrad seemed to have a constipated insult bowel.

Now if they
would only get around realizing even if they were brothers they could be friends again as well�

Shaking his
head, Yozak eyed them again.

�Honestly,
Captain, it was going to happen sooner or later,� he said blithely. The redhead
was totally oblivious to the suddenly pale face of Wolfram and the reemergence
of Conrad�s pot smoking/ swamp berry smile. �He had to lose his innocence to
something. At least you were here with him for it.�

Conrad opened his mouth and shut it
again.

�Yozak� how
do you feel about that?�

The redhead
shrugged. �Like I said, it had to happen eventually.�

�You make
it sound like it was obvious!� Wolfram�s eyes were wide and dilated, and Yozak
wondered if he had been that
unprepared for his first kill.

�You�ve
been trained as a soldier your whole life, Wolfram. I�d think that everyone
expected it.�

Now the
brothers just looked baffled, and Yozak blinked.

�He killed
someone. I knew it would bother you, Conrad, but you guys are acting like you
never expected it to happen.�

There was a
nervous, almost relieved chuckle from Wolfram.

�Oh, yeah!
Um, well, it wasn�t too bad� I saw people die in the war, they just wouldn�t
let me fight��

Conrad,
apparently, was still stricken, the berry smile becoming strained.

�Ah, I�m
just glad I could be with him.�

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

His first kill.

It hadn�t
even occurred to Conrad that was what had happened. There had been a battle, he
recalled that� but he hadn�t quite noticed that Wolfram had entered the fray as
well.

Conrad had
been too busy thinking about how beautiful his lover was, how he was going to
keep what had happened a secret, and wondering if there would be a next time�

� and he
had totally forgotten that his little
brother had never killed before.

What was
wrong with him?

His eyes
turned to Wolfram, linger on him in a way that was totally inappropriate for an
older brother.

He had
fucked his little brother. He had
given in to his perversion, using the na�ve boy for his own-

Wolfram�s
eyes caught his from behind Yozak, and he was startled. They were wide, soft
and adoring, vulnerable in a way Conrad hadn�t seen since before�

His little
brother was looking at him like he had before Wolfram had discovered Conrad was
half human. Full of trust and confidence that his little big brother, no matter
what, could make things right.

Don�t do this, Wolfram. Please. Don�t make
me love you more.

He
shuddered, fixing the empty smile back on his face, but he knew that Wolfram
had seen him looking.

Wolfram� did I take advantage of you?

Unbidden,
Wolfram�s words from the night before came back to him, and he lost control
enough to bite his lip. Thankfully he was looking away so no one saw his slip.

How do I love you now? Do I love you like a
brother, or like a lover?

Can I make things right? Did I hurt
you?

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

The journey
back to the castle was quiet, though the silence was often brittle. Conrad and
Wolfram could not discuss what had happened, not when Yozak plainly felt he had
to stay between them to keep the brothers from �fighting�.

In a way,
Conrad was grateful. It meant he could brood a little more; that didn�t mean he
didn�t want to strangle Yozak for just being there.

He had no
idea what he would have done if Yozak hadn�t been keeping them apart- his
daydreams ranged from begging for forgiveness to ripping off Wolfram�s clothes
and taking him in the saddle.

As it was�
He kept his feelings hidden and watched Wolfram out of the corner of his eye.

His little
brother�s gaze was elsewhere, but he shifted often in his saddle, flinching
more than once.

Conrad felt
strangely satisfied to see that, knowing he
had been the one to deflower Wolfram. He
had been the first to ever hear those cries or to plunder his body. Wolfram was
his; all his, and no one else�s.

Then the
big brother part of him felt sick, even while his body still hummed in
contentment.

It had been
a very, very long time since he�d gotten any, and Wolfram was delicious-

What the hell was he thinking?

Out of the
corner of his eye he could see Yozak�s confused face; Wolfram was still
shifting in his saddle while Conrad obviously was not saying anything about
stopping.

Looking
down between his horse�s ears, Conrad wondered where to go from there.

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

Conrad and
Yozak stood outside Gwendal�s office door, listening to the barely muffled
ranting only a terrified older brother could deliver.

Words like
�harebrained�, �improper�, and �suicidal� echoed up and down the halls,
punctuated by slams which could have either been a body or an object.

Conrad
cringed internally. Gwendal�s temper tantrums were more frightening than
Wolfram�s; and he was worried that�

He flinched
from his own thoughts. He should be in there protecting Wolfram, but if he did�

Gathering
his courage, he took a step to the door, and opened it in time to duck a flying
plushy.

�You are
the son of the Maou! Until you are purged of your irresponsibility you will be
restricted to the Castle until further notice!� Gwendal roared, looking even
more like a lion than Wolfram. Conrad winced in sympathy, but Wolfram was
acting unusually meek.

�Von
Voltaire,� Conrad said, wonder whose rescue he was coming to- Wolfram�s, or his
own. He didn�t think Wolfram would say anything- but they hadn�t spoken about anything yet�

�Weller.�

Conrad held
back his sigh. If he was still alive, it was a good indication that Gwendal
didn�t know what had happened�

Maybe he
should admit his transgression, and take his punishment. It was the honorable
thing to do, after all. Admit his mistake and live with the consequences.

Then he saw
the look Wolfram was giving him out of the corner of his eye.

It was half
adoring, half fearful and concerned, before he slammed his own mask of
petulance back over his face.

No. He
couldn�t admit it. Gwendal would never leave them alone in the same room again;
there was even a chance that he would be arrested. His position as a war hero
and as the Queen�s son would be� nominal protection�

But what of
Wolfram?

Conrad
would be branded a pervert- but Wolfram, what would happen to him?

He was the
youngest son of a disliked queen; he was the son of a second son, who wouldn�t
inherit anything. Wolfram�s only real power came from his skills and his
beauty. He had no political standing; no protection like Conrad- for Conrad
could pick up and leave any time he wished.

Wolfram�

Before he
could complete that thought, his mind flashed to the expression Wolfram had
given him.

Wolfram
wanted to protect him.

It should never be that way. He should never have to look after me�

�He is
young, Von Voltaire-kyo,� Conrad said, turning to the eldest brother. �He is
also intelligent, and can learn from his mistakes. I believe we have all
inherited a certain stubborn streak from mother. Besides� he is old enough to
given the chance for more experience.�

Talk about your double meanings.

He felt
Wolfram�s eyes on him; but dammit, he couldn�t just let Wolfram get his ass
chewed out, he was Conrad�s.

Internally
the soldier twitched, and was once again happy for the pot smoker�s smile.

I�m a possessive bastard.

Yet he
should be thinking of what was best for Wolfram. Not how much he wanted that
ass again.

Fuck, he
did want that ass again.

Gwendal was
fortunately unaware of Conrad�s internal conversation, as it ranged from
brotherly love to lechery. If he had been, Conrad would be feeling knitting
needles stabbed through his hand. However, he was glaring�

�You are
still trying to protect him?� Gwendal sighed, before sitting behind the desk,
threading his fingers together and putting his elbows on the desk.

Conrad
didn�t answer, but saluted.

Wolfram�s
eyes were on his back again, scorching him, as they both were dismissed.

Later,
Conrad had to wonder how much rationalizing he had done to save himself,
especially when he could feel Wolfram�s eyes follow him down the hall.

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

Conrad woke
with a start, realizing that there was something off in his room- and it wasn�t
that Wolfram was there.

He had
slept completely through the night like that, when he should have been awake
and lunging for a weapon as soon as the boy entered. That, or he would be up
the whole night, listening to Wolfram breathe and ignoring his hard on.

Blinking
the sleep and disorientation away, he realized that instead of against his back,
Wolfram was in front of him. He was so close their noses were nearly touching,
the moonlight barely catching on his eyes and hair.

His lips
barely moved. �Did you forget?�

Conrad felt
a shiver run down his spine.

�No� but I
think we should.�

Wolfram bit
his lower lip. �Why? Do you want to forget me?�

Conrad
inhaled. �No, but� if people find out�� he trailed off, trying to work through
his rationalization once more, and found it lacking.

�If I
really loved you, Wolfram, I wouldn�t have let myself touch you.� Conrad
wavered.

�Conrad- I
wanted you to touch me.� Wolfram licked his pink lips, and Conrad swallowed
convulsively. He could so easily remember how they tasted, how they felt
wrapped around his-

�Wolfram,
I�m a dirty pervert,� he hissed, closing his eyes against the temptation.

�Then so am
I!�

�You�re
misguided.�

�Stupid-
Conrad, I told you! I could never love my brother like I love you!�

�But that
doesn�t change that we are brothers.�

�Conrad,
we�ve never been brothers. You were my hero and my protector- when did we act
like brothers?�

The
half-human man�s imagination supplied Wolfram�s expression- fierce and defiant
and adorably chewing his bottom lip at Conrad�s non-reaction. He was almost
tempted to peek.

There was a
breath and a sigh, and the faintest brush of lips over his cheek- and the bed
was empty except for him, once again.

He should
have known that his mule-headed little brother would not give up so easily� but
then, Conrad didn�t want him to.

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

It had
started out simply enough.

Wolfram
stopped joining Conrad in bed- something that easily rattled the older
brother�s senses. He�d become so accustomed to having Wolfram with him that
anything less just would not suffice.

He would
fall asleep, only to awaken later to the sense of something being horribly
wrong. That wrongness was from no warmth with him, no sweet smell of flowers
overlaying tears. Now that he knew what it was he had, losing it�

It was
sheer madness.

He was a
soldier; well trained and used to dealing with hardships, but it took a steady
toll on his nerves to get up every day after poor rest and have to act
normally, especially when Wolfram was right there.

That, he
realized, was the first part of Wolfram�s plan.

The second
involved Wolfram�s change of wardrobe.

Currently,
Conrad was watching Wolfram out of the corner of his eye as he sparred, wearing
a nearly transparent shirt (with the amount he was sweating, it was turning
completely transparent) and pants just a shade too tight. His carriage had gone
from military precise to� to�

That.

A whistle
caught his attention, and he turned his attention to his current sparring
partner.

�Somebody
given that boy the Talk yet? Cause if they did, I think they left out a few
chapters,� Yozak said, lifting an eyebrow.

Conrad
scowled, but again refused to look. It just wasn�t fair. Wolfram was using
Conrad�s perversion to his own advantage, eroding his belief that the younger
demon was innocent. The half breed�s belief that Wolfram had been taken
advantage of was dying a quick, painful death.

Especially
when-

A soft
chuckle brought Conrad back to his friend.

�Damn� Do
you think he�s doing this because he�s finally realized he�s hot piece of ass,
or he�s trying to get someone�s attention? He�s had all the women in the palace
swooning for years� Maybe he�s practicing. Kids do that kind of thing-�

Yozak broke
off to whistle again. �Someone better go save him before he gets molested.�

Conrad made
the mistake of turning to look.

Wolfram was
leaning over, picking up his coat, letting his lovely ass wave in the air

Yozak
misinterpreted Conrad�s stunned expression, slapping him on his back. �You
better go tell him to stop. There are more than a few soldiers out there who
won�t care who he is, just that he�s gorgeous and there. Damn good thing he�s
your brother, right? I could just imagine what your father would have done;
poor man had a weakness for pretty blondes��

The smack
jostled loose Conrad�s good sense. One moment he was standing next to Yozak,
the next he was stalking towards the innocuous boy, eyes stuck on his delicious
behind.

How dare he act like that? Doesn�t he know
he�s mine?

There was a
loud guffaw from Yozak when Conrad�s hand snagged Wolfram�s ear, pulling him to
his feet.

�Ouch!
Conrad? What are you- Conrad?� the boy yelped, eyes wide and flailing
ineffectively.

�Quiet,� he
said in a whispered growl. He was tired of this- little sleep, the evil
teasing, now this-

Wolfram
kept up the pretense of the struggle, but Conrad scowled further when he saw
the pink cheeks, and heard his erratic breathing.

There was
an old tack shed nearby; one that could be bolted from the inside. He dropped
Wolfram into the corner before securing the latch, before turning to loom over
him.

�Conrad?� his
little brother asked, tentatively, when he was silent a moment too long. He
grabbed Wolfram roughly and pinned him against the wall.

�What was
all that about!?�

Wolfram�s
eyes were wide, swallowing hard- and it hit him just how much he was enjoying this.

�I wanted
you to know how much you wanted me,� Wolfram muttered, chest fluttering. He
licked his lips. �Because- because I want you.�

�You�re not
afraid.� It wasn�t a question.

Wolfram
shook his head anyways.

�I trust
you.�

Conrad�s
leaned into Wolfram�s face. �You like this?� he murmured, their lips brushing
as he spoke.

�Yes.�

Moral
ambiguity flew out of his mind as they kissed, slowly at first then with
mounting ferocity until Conrad pulled back. He smiled slowly as he took in the
sweet sight before him.

�Wolfram,�
he ordered. �Suck my cock.�

The dark
green eyes were wide before he fell to his knees. His small hands started to
fumble for Conrad�s pants. Conrad pushed them away, unbuttoning the fly and
pulling free his erection.

Wolfram eyed
it, a smile fluttering over his face as he kissed the head.

�That�s
it,� Conrad encouraged, as Wolfram licked the underside kittenishly, making him
all the harder. His hands sank into Wolfram�s hair to pull him closer.

Closing his
eyes he stroked Wolfram�s head gently. Controlling himself was difficult- he
had to fight the urge to thrust harder and harder into his soft mouth.

The smaller
boy was whimpering, when Conrad opened his eyes, he saw that Wolfram was
rubbing his own crotch.

He pulled
back, not even close to satisfied, but not wanting to watch Wolfram touch
himself- not when he wanted to do the touching. His lips darted to Wolfram�s
neck, worshipping the skin there, hands skirting over the bulge in the other�s
pants.

The young
demon�s skin tasted just as good as he remembered. Salty and warm and silky
and�

Groaning
faintly he raked him with his teeth, pulling open his thin shirt to leave marks
down his chest.

He was
impatient; weeks of teasing and denial had him almost mindless once he gave in,
but when he noticed Wolfram wore no underwear, he hissed.

�You�ve
been a bad boy, Wolfram,� he said, voice low. His hands ran down the inside of
Wolfram�s thigh before peeling off his pants. �You really shouldn�t tease a man
like that.�

The green eyes
had mostly closed before widening again, watching Conrad as he left more marks
over his thighs and approaching his groin.

�You�ve
been very bad��

Wolfram
whimpered.

Conrad
gently rolled him over, not bothering to finish undressing him, exposing his
ass for Conrad�s pleasure.

His fingers
probed, without lube at first before he found an oil bottle in with the tack,
and slicking his fingers.

�You won�t
dress like that again, will you?� he asked, eyebrows tilting upwards. Wolfram
hunched his shoulders.

�It was to
get you to remember-�

Conrad
knelt, kissing the small of his back. �What if someone other than me had taken
interest in you?� His fingers worked their way back inside.

Wolfram
stilled, and then laughed, shaky. �I�d have toasted his dick.�

Conrad
frowned again- and hooked his fingers, smiling when Wolfram shrieked in
surprised when he found his prostate.

He quickly
covered the boy�s mouth.

�We have to
be quiet,� he murmured. �You don�t want me to have to stop, right?�

Wolfram bit
his lip, shaking his head.

�Okay
then��

He knelt,
pulling Wolfram to him, shaking slightly as he positioned himself. Again; they
were doing this again, and his conscience was too weak to protest.

Conrad
pressed inside with quick, short thrusts; his chest against Wolfram�s back. He
still had one hand over Wolfram�s mouth- that stopped when Wolfram licked the
palm.

He would
have liked for that to continue, but he was lost in the feeling of Wolfram�s
heat, moving in and out. He let his hands drop, circling Wolfram�s cock and
pumping slowly, mouth finding the juncture of his neck and shoulder and
sucking.

He was
going to mark what was his- no one else would be able to claim the youth in
such a way. His, all his and no one
else would get him.

Wolfram was
working hard to keep from shouting, but Conrad could tell he was close- his
face was flushed, lips parted and he did his best to push backwards further
onto Conrad�s erection.

Conrad�s
teeth nipped, nearly drawing blood, feeling Wolfram�s body tighten, twitch and
jerk, and he followed him into completion a few moments later.

They held
still- Wolfram having bitten his own lip so hard it bled- and Conrad, having
bitten Wolfram hard enough to bruise.

�Do you
remember now?� whispered Wolfram.

Conrad
licked the mark he made, not answering immediately. After several moments, he
found his voice.

�Yes.�

Slowly,
Conrad pulled out, twisting him around and looking at the beautiful boy.

�I�m a
monster,� he said, softly kissing Wolfram�s lips. �You know that, right?�

�No, you�re
Conrad- and you�re mine.�

Conrad
blinked. �Yours?�

Wolfram
nodded, fingers gently brushing the hair out of Conrad�s face. �Mine.�

Conrad felt
a genuine smile slip into place. �You realize you�re as much a monster as I
am?�

�No, I�m in
love. Not that there�s much difference; I�ve seen Mother in love before.�

The soldier
had to cover his mouth to stop the hysterical giggle.

To be continued.

A/N: I�m sorry this chapter took so long to finish- I�ve
been quite sick, and the drugs ain�t helping. I�ve not been able to work on
anything lately, be it Home Work or Sunshine. Sucks to be me.
I hope this was worth reading, period.
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