Lord and Lady Weller, part 8

[manaika]

Name: Lord and Lady Weller

Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou

Pairing: Conzak

Rating: K+ – M/ PG-13 – NC-17

Warnings: yaoi, citrus (mainly lemon), crossdressing (it’s Yozak, damnit!), OC (minor character) and OOC, fluff, romance, ... duh.

Summary: Conrad and Yozak wanted to marry since a long time, but things changed and Yozak is getting impatient. How far is Conrad willing to go in order to keep the one he loves by his side forever?

 

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou. If I did, it would be censored 18+ and a whole episode would be dedicated to Conrad f*cking Yozak into the matress. And Yuuri would finally marry Wolfram. And so on. Seeing that none of this is happening, I guess Kyou Kara Maou doesn’t belong to me. Sadly. But I’m making plans on seducing the owners and inherit the rights.

Chapter 8 is up! Also, I really, really need requests for this. Many requests. At least 7, 10 would be even better. Besides what I have planned. No countries. Requests for what ‚drabble‘ you want to see there. Otherwise I won’t be able to fit it into a 1 year honeymoon (Yes, I’m counting it). I would appreciate if the requests would start to appear after this chapter, the next the latest. Else this fanfic will go on hiatus. The short delay only proves it. I didn’t know what to write. I need something for inbetween the planned ideas and something for the travell. So please, be so kind to tell me what you want to see, or a conversation you want to hear, or some occurence to happen.

What is needed

It has been ten days since Lord and Lady Weller left the sanctuary of their dreams and returned to their (halfway) normal life, ressuming travelling across the world. Currently they were heading to Small Shimaron on advise from their guide and servant. It was ball season there and the king gave audiences. And Lady Weller was dying to attend one or two. She still had that new ballroom gown to try out, after all. Even if they were pretty aware that this was the easiest way to inform the Castle about their location. But still, when the message would arirve at Blood Pledge Castle, they would be already miles away, without leaving any trace behind. There was no way in hell that they would tell Saralegui their next station. Not that they knew what their next station after Small Shimaron would be. Caloria? Francshire? Cabalcade? Whoever knew...

Right now they were halting at a Rest Station near the borders. It was already sunset, so they decided they would stay here for the night. If everything went according to their ‚plan‘, they would enter Small Shimaron tomorrow morning and in two days they should reach the capital. As always, Lord Weller was already in bed as Lady Weller came out of the bathroom, dressed in his pink nightgown. But as he saw Conrad lying on the bed, eyes wide open, staring at him like a hungry lion eyeing a gazelle, he stopped in mid-step. .. One wonderfull, sunny day he’ll kill that horny jerk, he knew that much. He took a deep breath and approached the bed, slipping under the covers. Almost immediately Conrad was over him, leaning down to kiss him passionately. But before it came that far, and maybe even further, Yozak collected all of his strenght and pushed his husband with his arms, knees and by sheer will away. „No.“ He could swear that Conrad pouted. „I’m not having sex with you in a rest station occupied by twenty other people, while our servant sleeps a few meters away, separated from us only by a thin wooden door, thick 2 centimeters.“ He spoked in a hushed voice and through gritted teeth in order not to wake up said servant and possibly cause a commotion. Apparently, Conrad grasped the idea, as he spoke with an equally quiet voice.

„But we didn’t do it for tendays...“

„Take it as a payback for making me unable to walk.“

„Then why are you seducing me with wearing this tempting piece of garment?“

Yozak blinked and raised an eyebrow. „Excuse m but what exactly is so tempting on this particular nightgown?“ It was shortsleeved, covered his body from the neckline to the ankles and was far from tempting and seductive.

„It’s pink.“

He knew, he knew he had overseen something. His eyes held a look of utter disbelief as soon as he heard that. But Conrad was nowhere near finished. „And simply everything on it. How it...shows you arms, exposes your neck and yet it covers you so much that it drives me crazy imaging what lies hidden under it...“

Kinky. Sateless. Evil. Horny. ASSHOLE! Yozak took a deep breath and looked at his husband with a tired yet determined look on his face. „. I’m not having sex with you now. Now I’m going to sleep. Sleep as in close my eyes and shut my mind down. Sleep as in not spreading my legs and letting you have your way. So be a good boy and climb down.“

„What if I bind you down and have my way with you regardless of what you want?“

„Then I would tell everybody you raped me and I’ll divorce.“

Conrad sighed as he saw that determined, piercing look Yozak gave him and climbed down, lying on his back, staring blankly into nowhere, a sullen look on his face.

Yozak watched him for a while and then sighed. „In two days we’ll arrive at the castle. The walls are thick, the rooms big and the servants quarters on the far end of the castle. You can jump me there.“ Conrads face lit up as he turned to him, his eyes sparkling with mischief and plans for an endless night. Yozak loved to crush his high hopes. „But only if you swear that I’ll be able to walk in the morning. I want to dance, remember?“

At first Conrads looks was something between surprised and depressed, but then he sighed and smiled. „As Mylady wishes.“

Yozak smiled at this gesture. He knew how much selfrestraint it cost Conrad to hold back at sex. It made him love his husband all the more. He smiled in gratitude as he took Conrads hand into his and gave him one chaste kiss. Then he laid down on his side of the bed and turned his back to his husband. It was better this way. The less contact they had, the less would Conrad suffer. Suddenly the room became dark and he realized Conrad blew the candle out. He smiled into himself as he closed his eyes and almost immediately fell into deep sleep.

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A knock on the door woke Lord Weller from a very pleasent dream involving him a certain orangehead and very adult activities. Needless to say, he was hard as hell and that he was pressing his cock into the matress (he didn’t dare to imagine why he was lying on his stomach) didn’t really help. He heard a grumble next to himself and a silent: „Whoever has the guts to wake me up...“

Suddenly it dawned on him who it had to be and in that instant he felt like he was splashed with icy water. He stood up quickly and grabbed his morning coat. He heard Yozak snicker behind him and he remembered his ‚small problem‘. He cursed silently and as he opened the door he somehow, miracously, with the help of the door and his morning coat managed to hide said problem. „Sebastian...“

„Good morning Mylord. You told me to wake you up today.“

Conrads smile was almost painfull. Since the last night didn’t go as planned, there was no need for this small disturbance (and a possible disaster), but he sure as hell won’t bind that on his servants nose. The man only did what he asked him to. So he simply said: „Yes, thank you. You can go down now, order breakfest. I’ll wake Mylady.“ His trained ears heard a muffled chuckle from behind him and he almost grumbled.

„As Mylord wishes.“ With that Bast retreated and Conrad closed the door with a relieved sigh. Disaster avoided... His eyes travelled to the bed and he scowled at the sight: Yozaks face was burried in the pillow and his shoulders were shaking.

„This isn’t funny...“

The soulders shook harder. „It is!“ Yozak lifted his face and Conrad could see he barely contained his laughter. „You really told Bast to wake us up?“

„Well, we always sleep in when we...“ he didn’t even get to finish the sentence before Yozak throwed his face back into the pillow, his shoulders shaking furiously. „have sex.“ he finished quietly.

Yozak sat up, still shaking with surpressed laughter and approached him. „Poor, poor Conrad...“ he patted him onto the shoulder, while his eyes twinkled with mischief. Then he glanced down, his smile growing to the point where Conrad wondered if it wasn’t physically painfull. „Mylord should go and calm a certain part of his body before Bast comes and announces that breakfest is ready.“ Yozak snickered and walked towards their luggage, while Corad muttered something about telling Bast only to come and wake them and with a heavy sigh he went to the bathroom, while Yozak bit his forearm in order to muffle his laughter.

Half an hour later they sat at the breakfest table and another half an hour later in the cart, heading towards Small Shimaron. Lady Weller was still smiling in amusement, while Lord Weller used his smile to hide his frustration. Tomorrow, he kept chanting, tomorrow... but a sadistic voice never failed to remind him: tomorrow evening only one time...

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It was a sunny day, the weather was pleasent, not too warm and not too cold, the air was fresh, and the countryside passing around them like a painting. Even through his ‚frustration‘, Lord Weller found himself happy as he sat here in this small cart, next to his beloved wife, just the two of them in the little world they created around themselves, caught in the little game they played. But Conrad silently wondered if it still was a game. They were married. They were husband and wife. And even in the matriques of Bandarbia they were written as Lord Conrad Weller, legitimate wife Lady Yozak Weller, born Gurrier. They didn’t false anything, genders, age, everything was according to the truth. Yozak simply insisted to be wife and Lady, instead of husband and Lord. He said it was right this way, that this is what he chose.

And so Conrad found himself wondering where the game ended and became reality. Yozak was never ashamed of who he was, never denied the truth about himself. When asked if he was a lowbreed orphan, he would raise an eyebrow say yes and ask if there was some problem. When asked if he was a halfmazoku, he would stand straight and say yes. When asked if he liked to crossdress he would smile like a sly fox, say yes and ask if they wanted to see him in one or why they were so curious. He head regrets and there were chapters in hi slife he rather not talked about, but he never denied them, or felt ashamed. It is what I am, he always said. I can’t deny myself.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t play someone he wasn’t. He loved to pretend to be somebody else, he loved playing games with his victims, like a fox did. Planning beforehand and crush them when the least expected. But he also liked to play for more fun, like now. Or as a joke. Conrad asked him once why he liked so much to crossdress, besides because it saved his life countless times. The aswer was: It’s more fun this way.

That was actually when Conrad started to like kink. Liked to pretend and play before getting to act. But he liked reality more, because he didn’t need anybody artificial, he needed Yozak as who he was. As a man, a spy, a crossdresser, a soldier, a buddy, a sly fox, as someone he knew for all his life. Sure a female Yozak was a turn on, but he didn’t love that Yozak. He loved Yozak as the one he was, not as somebody he was not. In the past he used to doubt his love and feeling towards the orangehaired youth. He used to ask himself wether he loved the real Yozak or just that kinky part of him which turned Conrad on. One day the doubts reached a point where he couldn’t hold them back and he spoke with his boyfriend. He still rememebred those sad skyblue eyes and the small understanding smile on his lips.

They spoke throughouly about it the whole night (for which they originally had other plans) and Conrad came to a conclusion, which made him never doubt his feelings anymore. There was a difference between „Loving Yozak who had such a side“ and „Loving that side of Yozak“. He did the first one. He loved each one of Yozaks quirks. Every quirk did something else to him. One made him laugh, one comforted him and one made him kick himself into the butt for doing something stupid. And one which turned him on. All of that made Yozak: Yozak, the man he loved. And now he had onother major turn-on side: Lady Weller. But where ended the Lady Weller side and where began the real Lady Yozak Weller?

„Does it count that much?“

He almost fell out of the cart as he heard that. Lady Weller chuckled. „You spoke out loud, anata.“ Conrad smiled nervously and the Lady continued. „Does it really matter where the game becomes reality when you already know where your heart lays? You love me as I am and I really am your wife, your Lady Yozak Weller. That’s my name, that’s the name of who I am. And that’s who you love. That you like the Lady Weller side of me doesn’t change a thing. They may be homonyms, but the meaning is different. One means a crossdressing man who is your wife, the second is a Lady married to a Lord, whom you coincnidentally play. You love the first one. Where is the problem?“

Conrad looked at his smiling wife thoughtfully for a long time untill a smile started spreading across his face. „You’re right. I love the package, not the part of it. And when that part happens to be a part of the package I love, it’s natural that I love the part too, no?“

„Anata?“

„Yes?“

„You’re rambling.“

„Oh.“ Conrad smiled sheepishly and Yozak shook his head with a small, loving smile.

They didn’t even notice how time passed untill their stomachs began complaining about not satisfying their needs. So they called to Bast that they would eat lunch at the next rest station. It didn’t take long to arrive at one, so they stapped out of the cart, sat down at a table and ordered. While waiting Lady Weller looked around, taking in the sight of green fields, a small river, a small forrest further away and a sky as blue as her eyes.

„Beautifull.“ She heard the whisper and turned ti a dreamily looking Lord Weller.

She smiled as she asked: „Are you talking about the scenery now, Mylord?“

„I was rather thinking about you as I said that, my beautifull Lady.“

The Lady smiled and looked up into the sun standing high above them. „It’s noon.“

„It is.“

„It has been 3 weeks, hasn’t it?“

„3 weeks?“

„We got married at noon.“

Lord Weller smiled as he finally grasped what the Lady was saying. „3 weeks already? Time sure flies...“

Lady Weller nodded, the content smile still present on her face.

„I wonder how the others are doing.“ Lord Weller mused as he too looked into the high standing sun.

„Probably as always.“

„Do you know that I haven’t lost a thought on them for these 3 weeks? There was nothing else in my life than you and only you. Since we’re married, I feel like I didn’t have a life before, as if my existence started with our marriage. Finally I have realized that you are everything I need.“

They looked at eachother with loving smiles on their faces, hands laced together. They parted only as the lunch came and they started eating.

„Mylord?“ Lady Weller asked after a short while.

„What is it, Mylady?“

„Don’t you think too that we should plan into our honeymoon to spend a week in the countryside?“

„That’s a fabulous idea, my love. I’ll make sure we don’t forgett it.“

Lady Weller smiled and nodded. „Thank you Mylord.“

„For my beautifull Lady I would do anything.“

A blush spread across Lady Wellers face and she spread her fan to wave herself air. „Mylord says such nice things to me...“

Lord Weller simply took her hand and kissed it.

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Good grief...Did you like it? Musings and sap... Shinou help me...


 

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