Live to Die

“Now Gwendal, be rational.” Gunter pleaded as the severely affronted Gwendal chased him around his room.

“Not until you relinquish your rights to my ass.” Gwendal stated calmly, trying a new strategy for catching the elusive Gunter. Leaning with his back against the doorway, he stood still and aimed at Gunter’s flittering figure. Gunter had been waiting for this change in tactic. Working quickly he managed to get Gwendal stuck to the doorway. During the process, one of Gwendal’s mini tornadoes hit Gunter.

When Gunter finally recovered his equilibrium and picked himself off the floor, he was happy to find Gwendal’s glaring eyes on him. “The next time the King goes into human territory, where there is a lot of houzaki, you are going and staying for a year at least.” Gwendal threatened both eyes flashing dangerously as he shook the doorframe with his strength, trying to break free.

“Promises, promises.” Gunter responded staring at his furious prize happily.

Gwendal took a deep breath and tried using reason. “Wolfram and Conrad are due back in a few hours and will need debriefing.” Gunter happy expression turned to one of sheer delight and Gwendal stopped talking. “What is that look for?” He asked worriedly.

“The only way I will see what theme is best is to debrief you.” Gunter responded with such a breath-taking smile and lecherous intent that Gwendal was speechless. Gunter, taking advantage of the situation, quickly divested Gwendal of his lower clothing. Sitting back on his haunches, Gunter blushed crimson at the sight before him.

“I don’t think foliage will give enough coverage.” Gunter gulped, his mouth watering at the prospect of swallowing the lovely sight in front of him. Gwendal blushed faintly from the praise and partly from embarrassment. He knew as far as cocks went his was on the long side at about ten inches fully erect, the state it was in now.

“If you aren’t going to do something with it then put it back.” Gwendal stated bluntly hoping that his comment would prompt Gunter into pulling his pants back up.

“I only put my toys back after I finish playing with them and not before.” Gunter chirped before he neatly swallowed half of Gwendal’s length. Gwendal looked heavenward and swore as Gunter played with him very, very well. It was a long time before Gunter finished and still a longer time before he finally put Gwendal away.
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When Wolfram came back from his mission at the borders, Franc knew he was in for trouble.

Franc’s installation into the castle was a smooth one in Wolfram’s absence. His light gold brown eyes were big and honest. His brown hair was short and gamine in style. He was shorter than most people but he had a lot of heart and presence to make up for it.

Becoming the therapist for the Demon King was an honor and Franc knew it. He was from Yuuri’s Earth but because of Gunter, he had crossed over. Gunter had been one of his first patients and as such, he would do anything for him. Franc realistically figured though that what he was doing now might be pushing the limits a bit.

Franc was sitting on Yuuri’s bed and talking him through a nightmare. The young man was sleeping in his pajama bottoms; there was still a certain level of impropriety. Franc was in the act of getting up to leave when Wolfram stormed in. The guards at the door had been trying to keep Wolfram out of the room while Franc was in there. Wolfram had set the guards on fire. Yuuri jumped out of the bed to shield Franc from Wolfram’s fire.

“Who is this?” Wolfram demanded his eyes ablaze. Franc watched the angry Wolfram wearily. Yuuri had warned him about the possible reactions Wolfram would have to his presence. Now Franc wished they had come up with another guise for him at the castle rather than guard.

“Pardon me, majesty.” Franc bowed demurely to both Yuuri and Wolfram before making a hasty retreat.

“When did you get back?” Yuuri asked hoping to change the subject before Wolfram completely lost it.

“Don’t change the subject, wimp!” Wolfram bellowed as his eyes flashed emerald daggers. “You are nothing but a cheater. You couldn’t wait for me to leave before you jump the nearest guard!”

“If that is the way you feel, then get out.” Yuuri responded frigidly. “If you think I am always cheating maybe I should. You think I am a wimp so I will behave like one. Won’t that live up to all your fantasies about me?”

“What?” Wolfram blinked stunned out of his display of temper by Yuuri’s frozen attitude.

“Your fantasies of who I am. I am a wimp, who does not have an ounce of courage. Let’s not forget your favorite word for me though.” Yuuri paused as he walked slowly towards Wolfram, tapping his chin in thought. “Cheater is what you like to accuse me of being.” Yuuri whispered in Wolfram’s ear.

“It’s what you are.” Wolfram rallied slightly unnerved by Yuuri’s behavior. “What you act like.”

“Wolfram what if I told you I was all those things you think of me.” Yuuri asked leaning down to stare in the face of the slightly shorter man. “Do you want to know what I did to deserve those titles you wished upon me?” Wolfram backed up a step, his gaze accusing, his temper coming back in force.

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” Wolfram growled evenly turning to throw the door open. “Don’t worry about me bothering you with my words again.”

“Wolfram, get back in here now.” Yuuri demanded trying to fight his growing fears. Yuuri had to tell Wolfram now or risk losing him. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn’t.

“No.” Wolfram retorted as he walked through the doorway and began to go down the hall. He stopped short as he heard Yuuri call for someone.

“Franc, I need to talk to you.” Yuuri called out to the guard, who had been in the room before Wolfram.

Wolfram could not stand the thought of someone touching what was his. “No you don’t!” Wolfram called running back to Yuuri’s room and tossing out the guard with barely a struggle. Turning to Yuuri who was perched on his bed, back to the door Wolfram stated plainly, “You may be a wimp and a cheater but you are my wimp and cheater.”

“Why don’t you just give up?” Yuuri asked slightly deflated after his brief display of temper.

“I don’t think I know how.” Wolfram mused coming and sitting beside Yuuri, frowning lightly.

“You may want to after you find out what happened.” Yuuri whispered looking out the window.

“I forgive you.” Wolfram stated magnanimously.

“What?” Yuuri replied taken aback.

“Whatever it is you did just don’t do it again.” Wolfram demanded emerald eyes flashing fists clenching. The statement was costing him a lot and Yuuri knew it, so Yuuri did something he had been contemplating for a while. Yuuri kissed Wolfram. Wolfram surprised them both when he fell off the bed in a faint.

“What the hell!” Yuuri swore kneeling beside the prone figure of Wolfram. “Wolf, damn it wake up already.” Shaking him roughly and receiving no response, inspiration struck. “Well if it can work in fairy tales…” Yuuri mused.

Licking his lips nervously, Yuuri took a deep breath. Bracing himself above Wolfram on his hands and knees Yuuri leaned down and captured Wolfram in their second kiss. As Wolfram happily resurfaced from his faint, he became aware that what he thought was a dream was in fact reality.

Yuuri tried to pull back to see if the kiss had worked only to be met with fierce resistance. Wolfram’s arms wrapped around him and fisted in his hair, while Wolfram’s legs wrapped themselves around his waist. Yuuri chuckled into Wolfram’s mouth and shifted up so that he was sitting Indian style and Wolfram was straddling his lap. Breaking the kiss, Yuuri grinned happily at the dazed Wolfram.

“I always wanted to do that.” Yuuri confided blushing lightly.

“Well, it took you long enough.” Wolfram grumbled at Yuuri for breaking the kiss. “Hence, why I always consider you a wimp.”

“You know I still like women.” Yuuri taunted nibbling on Wolfram’s neck and waiting for the explosion to occur.

“Hence, why I wear that damn pink monstrosity, whenever I sleep with you.” Wolfram grumbled contently as he ran his palms lightly down Yuuri’s sides. Grinding their hips together, he gasped at the contact.

“It is a bit of a monstrosity isn’t it?” Yuuri asked nuzzling Wolfram’s neck lovingly before he bit sharply down on Wolfram’s shoulder. “What is this about wearing it only when you sleep with me? Who else do you sleep with?” Yuuri demanded faking indignation.

“Who is the cheater in this relationship?” Wolfram growled missing Yuuri’s humor and giving him a hard poke.

“Don’t poke me.” Yuuri said distractedly letting one of his fantasies temporarily side track him from the conversation.

“I will poke you whenever I want to.” Wolfram growled again realizing that Yuuri’s attention had shifted away from him. Wolfram poked him sharply in the chest. Yuuri’s black eyes refocused calmly on Wolfram and he smiled politely before he spoke.

“Wolfram if you poke me again you will encounter serious consequences. I will tell you only one last time, do not poke me.” Yuuri spoke the line and mentally he cheered. The line was something that had seared its way into his brain from one of his favorite porn videos. The scene had been between a man and a woman. The man had said the line to the woman and she had responded… Yuuri found himself forced out of his thoughts by Wolfram speaking the woman’s line.

“What are you going to do about? Spank me?” Wolfram poked Yuuri, who smiled dangerously before Wolfram found himself flipped over onto Yuuri’s lap.

“What are you doing?” Wolfram asked faintly puzzled by the situation he found himself in. Yuuri had both of his wrists held firmly behind his back. Yuuri seemed to be caressing his ass in a loving fashion.

“You poked me again. Now are you going to take your punishment or are you going to be the wimp this time?” Yuuri taunted changing the line from the movie in order to fit the circumstances.

“I can take anything you dish out.” Wolfram boasted shifting to get comfortable.

Yuuri released Wolfram’s hands and admired his backside as he shifted into a more comfortable position. “Wolfram your pants have to be down around your ankles for maximum effectiveness.” Yuuri commented and enjoyed watching Wolfram blush as he complied.

“Are you comfortable?” Yuuri inquired smoothing his hand over the creamy flesh presented to him. Wolfram nodded, waiting. “Good I think since you poked me three times, thirty whacks should be a good start.

“Thirty!” Wolfram exclaimed forcefully.

“Forty.” Yuuri retorted.

“Forty!” Wolfram yelled trying to wiggle his way off Yuuri’s lap.

“You already agreed to it and now for your continued bad behavior you shall have a total of fifty smacks on your backside.” Yuuri stated calmly as Wolfram stilled. “If you wish to go back on your word then I shall release you to do so. Know this however, if you go back on your word, you will not be allowed my company in bed until you have served your punishment.” Yuuri mentally prayed Wolfram took his beating now. Yuuri didn’t want to fathom how lonely his bed would be.

“Fine do your worst.” Wolfram challenged determined to prove his strength.

“Relax.” Yuuri enthused sweetly, his eyes glowing faintly. “You might even enjoy the experience.” Wolfram didn’t get time to respond as Yuuri delivered the first blow and Wolfram let out a whimper. Biting his lip, Wolfram was determined not to cry out again. Wolfram began to think of anything else. Yuuri noticed and he wasn’t going to accept that. “Wolfram if I sense your attention is wondering I will add on to your tab.”

“But…” Wolfram complained trying to move again.

“Darn, I lost count.” Yuuri responded pleasantly as Wolfram trying not to illicit words that could earn him more swats. His ‘But’ had taken him from a third of the way done back to square one. The sensations Yuuri was provoking inside Wolfram made him slightly dizzy with interest. Wolfram could feel his manhood throbbing as Yuuri neatly peppered his behind with a mixture of caresses, hard swats and light taps.

“You are as red as a cherry.” Yuuri breathed as he stared happily down at the firm red ass that was quivering in his lap. “Do you know why I am doing this?”

Wolfram’s lack of response caused Yuuri to deliver a brutal slap to the top of Wolfram’s posterior.

“I poked you.” Wolfram moaned in alarm as he realized he was beginning to leak in Yuuri’s lap.

“Really, is that the only reason I am doing this?” Yuuri asked silkily caressing the slightly abused flesh as he blew a stream of air on it.

“I think so.” Wolfram replied wincing as Yuuri’s cool breath hit his flaming hot bottom.

“Try again.” Yuuri commanded smoothly, beginning to lightly tap a melody on to the back of Wolfram’s thighs. Yuuri’s hits landed harder as he peppered them all over Wolfram’s ass and flanks. Wolfram gave up trying not to moan. “We are simply going to have to start the count again because of your lack of concentration.” Yuuri commented evenly.

“I wasn’t listening.” Wolfram exclaimed proud of his ability to think in hard situations.

“I know you weren’t.” Yuuri agreed starting his ministrations over again. “What else.” Yuuri asked as he tried not to shift about when his own arousal was determined to try to break free. Wolfram was stumped and Yuuri could sense it. “You don’t realize your actions because they are so engrained. Using unreasonable behavior to get my attention is unacceptable behavior for a royal fiancée, don’t you think?”

Wolfram seemed to get it suddenly. “I don’t really.” Wolfram stopped himself.

“The name calling...the accusations…the invasions of my privacy are not calls for attention?” Yuuri punctuated each word with a sharp slap. Wolfram gasped as he became teary eyed in realization.

“You always are paying attention to someone else. You never have time for me.” Wolfram gasped trying to stop from crying out as Yuuri seemed to concentrate on making the spanking more brutal. “I just want maybe…” Wolfram couldn’t bring himself to say it but Yuuri once again wasn’t going to allow Wolfram to back down.

“What do want Wolfram?” Yuuri asked concentrating hard on his task and mentally praying to all the Gods that he was right in his assumption as he delivered what were the final hits.

“No!” Wolfram yelled shaking his head and trying to move away from Yuuri. Yuuri let Wolfram go, his heart slightly sick but knowing that if Wolfram wasn’t honest with himself than Yuuri and him didn’t stand a chance.

“You may go to your room now.” Yuuri commanded standing up and getting into bed. Turning his back on the blubbering mess on the floor, Yuuri prayed he hadn’t pushed too far.

“I’m sorry.” Wolfram pleaded sobbing on his knees beside the bed. “I wanted you to pay attention to me and no one else. I don’t want to share you, I don’t want you to pick someone else and leave me.” Wolfram cried like a child on his knees beside the bed as Yuuri continued to look away from him.

“Wolfram?” Yuuri called evenly.

“Yes.” Wolfram sniffed.

“Your punishment is over. Come to bed.” Yuuri rolled onto his back as Wolfram scrambled over him. Mentally Yuuri sighed. Wolfram’s spanking had been just as much a test for Yuuri as it was for Wolfram. Yuuri had finally begun to hash out his biggest fears over his rape.

Yuuri had worried that he would be like his rapist. Wolfram had asked him to stop and he had. “I am different. Coach didn’t affect my ability to be who I am.” Yuuri thought happily as he realized that he had just role played one of his favorite porn videos of all time and done pretty good. Granted both he and Wolfram were now as hard as rocks under a silk sheet. The sheet was definitely putting a new spin on Yuuri’s thoughts about silk. Belatedly he wondered how Wolfram who sobs had turned into hiccups would respond if Yuuri jacked him off with a silk sheet.

“What the hell.” Yuuri whispered as he put the idea into motion and two strokes later as Wolfram orgasmed, he had fallen into a dead faint. Yuuri came soon afterwards from simply having put Wolfram out of commission by touching him. Yuuri snuggled close and temporarily forgot his other worries. “He says he forgives me and he doesn’t even know what happened. I guess that means I don’t need to tell him. Even though Franc says I did nothing wrong.” Yuuri frowned as these thoughts sent him to sleep and an uneasy fluttering in his stomach erupted.

Alright folks so how was it?