Love and Blood, part 5, p1

[manaika]

Name: Love and Blood

Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou

Pairing: Gwendal/Conrad

Warnings: incest, yaoi, lemon (citrus in general),

Rating: T – M/NC-17 – R

Summary: The brothers were always very close, maybe even closer than brothers could be. Especially two of them. But what if the truth came out? Maybe it's time for Conrad and Gwendal to reveal their greatest secret.

 

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Kyou Kara Maou. The geniality of it doesn’t belong to me.

A.N.:Well...It turned out long. I hope you don’t mind and enjoy it to it’s fullest.

@ darence – and every loyal reviewer): You’ve got the front row!

Ah, one more thing: Gwendal wonders a lot, I noticed.

When we are happy, the bells of our heart ring

 

Time was running way too fast, Conrad decided as he found himself being pressed against the library shell, snogging with his brother in the privacy of his office. Yuuri was on earth once again, doing his exams, their mother was yet on another free-love trip and Wolfram and Günter knew better than to come into Gwendal’s office while Conrad in there. As for Yozak, the man had a lot to do know. It has been two months since the proposal and the two of them were planning their wedding. That is, they let their wedding planner do that, because obviously, while in strategy and fighting they were the nonplusultra, they sucked at such things as a simple wedding. Conrad would never forget the look Yo-

„You think too much.“ Gwendal’s gruff voice brought Conrad back to reality. „Or is it boring to be kissed by your older brother?“ Conrad smiled as he felt his ass being groped. Hard.

„Of course not, oh brother of mine. It´s always a pleasure for me when you kiss me.“

„Maybe I should punish you for not paying attention.“

„I surely deserve it...“

„I like it when you’re so obedient...“

The kiss they shared was intense and sensual it made them both moan in despair. Gwendal pulled Conrad’s pants down just enough to have place for what he was intending to do, while the ever feisty Conrad pulled his pants down with one swift move, not bothering to even remove the belt. What a playfull beast...A good thing Gwendal had the reigns ready. He bit Conrad’s neck sharply and squeezed the muscular rear, while he pressed him harder into the bookcase. He spread the strong legs apart, while he listened to the raged breathing and the demanding groan as he pushed on finger into the hot opening.

„Gwendal, if you tease me now...“ he growled dangerously. If it was anyone else, even Yozak, he would’ve shuddered at those words, but Gwendal simply chuckkled and bit the earlobe.

„Then what will you do, my little kitty? Nudge me with your paws?“

„Scratch you with my lion-like claws.“ He did. Gwendal arched his back and gasped.

„You are such a beast...You really need to be reigned in.“

Gwendal turned him around and almost slammed him into the bookcase as he thrusted forward into the tight hole. He heard Conrad cry out in pain and pleasure and he himself gave a low grunt. Their wanton cries echoed through the office and their deep moans were the only melody that accompanied the twisted dance their joined bodies danced. As Gwendal seized the cock of his brother slick with precum and squeezed it, a scream of lust vibrated through the body underneath him and broke out into the room in a loud serenade.

Oh how Gwendal loved the music Conrad made. He was always so talented, especially on the piano. His long fingers moving swiftly over the keys...hitting the chords within the instrument with precisity only a swordsman can manage.

Long fingers moving swiftly...the precisity of a swordsman...yes Gwendal loved Conrad’s music...

Especially when he cried out like now, when Gwendal hit his sweet spot with a precise thrust. Yes, this time he was the musician and his brother the melody... Conrad cried out again, this time more loudly than before, the scream of lust and shudders of pleasure shaking his body, his insides rhytmically spasming around Gwendal, clenching and softening, clenching and softening, in a fast rhythm, squeezing Gwendal’s member painfully and his own release hit him, like a cacophony disturbing their music, ending it...

Conrad sunk to his knees, his chest rising synchronically with the fast heartbeat, his body still shaking with the remaints of pleasure slowly drifting out of him. He uttered a shaky sigh. Oh, how Gwendal loved Conrad’s sigh...

„I’m happy that you decided to punish me.“

„You’re such a...“

„Masochistic brat?“

„I was planning to use sadistic jerk.“

Conrad laughed lightly and sighed again as he relaxed his body and leaned against Gwendal. „It’s fun to watch you get angry. It makes you always so passionate.“

„You are so...spoiled.“

„Hmmm...and just whose fault is that? If I remember correctly, you were the one who always gave  me everything as soon as I laid eyes on him?“

„You wanted to say ‚gave him the puppy look you knew he couldn’t resist‘.“

„Was I really such a bad boy?“

Touché. Conrad knew all too well that Gwendal never saw...wasn’t able to see him as a bad boy, but a cute, little, a bit troublemaking brother an plain simply adorable. Gwendal changed the subject.

„So, what were you thinking about as you didn’t pay attention to my lips worshipping your body?“

Conrad smiled. „Nothing in particular. I was just replaying the last two months. Time sure flies...“ suddenly he chuckled. „Remember as Yozak found out that we managed to plan our wedding in half an hour?“

Gwendal grunted. „He looked at us as if we were retarded.“

Conrad chuckled. „Come to think about it, we probably were.“

 

It happened a month ago. The two of them had finally settled down to plan their wedding at last. They had been engaged for a month and still hadn´t done anything about it, so deciding it was about time, they took a feather and a paper and started the ‚planning‘. They were finished in half an hour. That was when Yozak walked in.

 

There was a knock on the door and after a grunted approval it opened to reveal a redhead.

„Hey there! Am I disturbing?“

Conrad smiled. „Not really. We just finished, come in.“

„What is it?“ Gwendal asked.

„Nothing in particular. I’m just fairly bored and was wondering if you didn’t have a job for me.“

„I don’t. If there was something serious we wouldn’t be sitting over this.“

„What is that anyway?“

„The plans for our wedding.“

 

As Yozak heard the answer, he laughed, thinking it was a joke. It wasn’t. Upon hearing that, he snatched the paper away in utter disbelief and the more he read, his expression became one of utter horror.

 

„You are telling me that this half of a sheet of paper is your wedding?!“

The two of them nodded, looking almost embarassed.

Yozak sighed. „Seriously...You didn’t even pick the flowers...But if you don’t want to think about those things, you can just have a military ceremony. It’s a lot easier. You come in your official uniform, with all of your ranks and medals pinned on it, make your pledges in front of the Maou. Easy.“

„Unfortunately,“ Conrad’s smile was just a tiny bit pained, „at the military ceremony isn’t the contributing of the family needed. Mother would never forgive us.“

„True...Then there’s nothing left for you to do, but think about what kind of flowers you would want. Also what colors should represent your relationship, the 5 courses of the food, the cake, the guests, the decoration, the-“

It took only one glance between Gwendal and Conrad to decide that they had just found the perfect wedding planner.

 

So now the work of the readhead consisted of running from one shop to another, delivery service here, delivery service there, flowers, decorations, staff, oragnizers, cheaper and expensive-er/cheaper and costier,...

They decided that their colors would be red (the symbol of blood) and lilac (the symbol of eternity – originating from blue for faith and red for blood), of course both in lighter shades, since the occassion was a wedding. Dark colors would be inappropriate.

Their flowers would be begonies (I want to take care of you) and Petunies (I’m here for you). Begonies stood for Gwendal and Petunies for Conrad. And for the both of them stood the flower which said ‚I fight for our love‘: Iris. (AN: I noticed it happens that different countries sometimes have different flower languages. I use the one of my country, which is Slovakia, so don’t sew me.) And scattered around, completing the atmosphere and subtly filling out the empty spaces, would be the flowers bearing their names: ‚Secret Gwendal‘ and ‚Conrad stands upon Earth‘. So now, while they did nothing but enjoy themselves, Yozak was running around and organizing their wedding.

A knock brought them back to reality and they both jumped up, still being in the state they were in 5 minutes ago.

„Crap...“

„Wait, where’s...“

„Give us a minute!“

„Come in.“

As Yozak stuck his head in, he saw nothing but two perfectly neat men, both sitting on separarate chairs, signing separate papers, smiling at him from separate ends of the table.

„Yozak. Is something the matter?“

The redhead eyed them suspiciusly. „I can come back later...“

„There’s no need to. We just finished.“ Yozak snickered at his boss‘ words, while Conrad´s smile looked way too forced. „Come in. Did something happen?“

„Not really...“ Yozak came inside and closed the door behind himself. „I just thought that maybe we could set a date for the wedding.“ As he came near, Conrad noticed bangs under his eyes. He frowned only a little.

Gwendal raised an eyebrow. „Is it not early?“

„It would help me a lot. Knowing when the preparations need to be finished is better than to make everything ‚deadline not specified‘.“

Gwendal nodded. „I see.“ He looked at Conrad questioningly. The swordsman turned back to Yozak.

„How long would you need with the recent stand of things?“

„Around one month, maybe with one or two weeks reserve.“

The brothers looked at eachother.

Are you ready?

Are you?

Do you want this really?

I decided it long ago and you?

I did. I am.

I want to.

Yes.

And finally they turned to their trusted friend and nodded. „One month and two weeks later we will marry. You have time untill then.“

Yozak bowed his head. „Roger that.“ He turned to leave, but the voice of his captain stoped him.

„And Yozak?“

„Yes captain?“

„Don’t overwork yourself.“ Yozak turned to look at his best friend. „You seem tired. Go and lay down.“

A serene smile tugged on Yozaks lips before it broke into his usual smirk and he winked. „Hai, hai, taicho.“ He said teasingly and left the room.

 

*

 

Yes, time sure flied, because they didn’t even notice how one month passed and one morning Yozak burst into the room Gwendal and Conrad shared since the ‚painted inscription incident‘ and demanded Conrad to get dressed for shopping. They both gave him a blank look. Shopping for what?

„For the sample for the dress of course!“ was the simple answer accompanied by a very wide and vicious grin. Both Conrad and Gwendal paled at that statement and Conrad fought the sudden urge to burry himself  in the blankets and cling to Gwendal for his dear life. He didn’t doubt for a second that Yozak meant it. Neither of them did. But as Yozak exploaded in gales of laughter and managed to say between them, that it was a joke, Conrad was ready to kill. And Gwendal also.

However, Yozak survived it and now Conrad found himself with his best friend and his mother in a textil shop, having to chose between ten different samples.

„The azure blue would look perfect on you!“

„I vote for the tyrquise!“

„How about the green one?“

„Yellow!

„Pink!“

„NO!“

Yozak snickered while Cheri-pouted. „Then how about the green with the field flowers? Or the baby-blue one with those hearts?“

Conrad looked like he was about to either faint or run away. Maybe he could elope with Gwendal?

Yozak narrowed his eyes. „Captain...how about you chosing for a change?“

Conrad sighed. His original plan was to get into a shop, explain what he was not going to wear and let the two crazed woman do the work. Wrong decision. It looked like he really had no other choice than to decide this alone. And thinking about it – he was the one who was going to wear it. It really would be better if he picked.

He started walking around the shop. And really, he found a few which caught his interest, but either one he pointed at, either Yozak or his mother vehemently shook their heads. Slowly it started looking like he really had to chose the blue with the hearts, when finally his eyes caught in their periphere vision a light cloth...

 

*

 

It was already sunset as Conrad burst into Gwendal’s office.

„Conrad...“

The swordsman made straight for Gwendal and before Gwendal could blink, he was in his lap, snuggling close and whimpering.

„That bad?“

The sound Conrad made was so out of character, that it made Gwendal worry. What did those crazy woman do with his fiacé?!

„They wanted to put me into a pink suit with a blue skirt embeded with hearts....“

Gwendal clutched Conrad´s shoulder almost painfully.

„But I didn’t let them.“

The sigh of relief was very audible and Conrad seemed to relax too.  

„I’ll be wearing a suite.“

„Thankshinou.“

„I had to stand straight with my arms spread out for hours.“

„Why is that?“

„They took meassures to be able to sew it.“

„MOTHER IS GOING TO SEW YOUR SUIT?!!!“

„Yup. Why do you think I’m so devastated?“

Gwendal sighed as he craddled his little baby brother and pulled him near, pressing him tightly to his chest. „Let’s go to bed.“

„Yeah...“

„Before you fall asleep sitting in my lap.“

„Ye....“

„Conrad?“

„-has’t?“

„Do I have to carry you?“

With sheer willpower alone Conrad straightened up and looked at Gwendal with tired eyes, but nonetheless smiling. „You do need to practice, you know.“ He almost mumbled.

„Not today.“ Gwendal helped him to stand up and let go, but as he saw Conrad sway he quickly put an arm around him and help him up uder his shoulder. „Let’s get you to our room.“

Conrad sighed in content.

 

*

part 2