An ultra short fic: KonYuu

Sep 06, 2006 11:59

TITLE: Genesis


Moans and groans break the silence of the the Maou's room. Suddenly, Wolfram drops to the floor in an undignified heap. He has been abruptly pushed.

He wakes, and is about to scream at Yuuri when he notices that Yuuri is starting to glow. Yuuri is flushed, hot with a raging fever.

Wolfram then yells, waking the entire castle.
The first to reach his side is Gunter who takes one look at Yuuri and runs out looking for his daughter or any other doctor.

Gwendal, more dignified but in no less a rush stops by the foot of the bed looking at his King.
Yuuri is starting to thrash about, and his moans are getting clearer.

"Con-rad". Over and over. Murata Ken sports a strange smile, but says nothing.

Gizela finally comes, followed by semi-disheveled Conrad

Wolfram looks daggers at Conrad, but he is unable to do anything. Fires almost lit at the back of his eyes.

"Heika."

"Conrad".

And Yuuri opens his right hand which had been clenched prior to Conrad's arrival.
Conrad takes his hand but as soon as his hand touches Yuuri, he is jerked forward, pulled by Yuuri into an awkward unconscious if furious embrace, as Yuuri continues completing the slow sensual transformation into the Maou.

A semi translucent screen of power envelopes the two. Through the swirls of the blue waters, a breathtaking view of two lovers is visible. Gwendal orders everyone out of Yuuri's room but is unable to eject Murata Ken. Wolfram is hesitant, but Gwendals face is carved in stone, and unyielding in its impassivity.

The Maoh's voice is loud and clear, declarative, unbending, deeply possessive. They are words of passion.

"Mine. You are mine. ALL Mine. Say it."

Conrad's voice is clear, much softer, gentler but no less decisive.

"Yours. Heart. Mind. Soul. Body."

And the Maou's "I accept. As I am Yours".

Murata Ken and Gwendal discreetly look at each other. Both unwilling to observe the tableau in detail.

The coupling is fast and furious, and when the power screen fades, Yuuri is still wearing the face of the Maou. His face no longer flushed, but deeply content.

He and Conrad are both unconscious, with bare torsos showing.

Murata Ken and Gwendal look at each other, knowing they bear witness to this bond, newly acknowledged. And both leave as one.

*** no beta. consider this a test. first blood.**

fic, conradxyuuri

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