KKM one-shot
Title: Regret
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Author: Melusine474, Melusine07 (the former being strictly fandom)
Pairings: Kon/Wolf; could be interpreted as Wolf/Yuu or Yuuram
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage, dubious consent, though both of the issues are actually addressed. Incest, obviously. If you are a hardcore Konrad fan and won't hear a word against him, I would suggest skipping this fic. I've warned you, so please no wank!
Notes: One-shot for a game I played with toshimalfoy. It was totally her idea, and it was awesome. Also, she beta'd.
Disclaimer: I clearly do not own Kyo Kara Maou or anything to do with it.
It started when Konrad came back from wandering with his father. Wolfram watched him arrive from the high window above the courtyard. He'd grown, of course. He was an adult now. Wolfram hardly recognized him.
But when their mother forced Wolfram to shake Konrad's hand and look him in the face, the traitorous human face, Konrad smiled and Wolfram knew he could never have mistaken him anywhere with that predatory glint in his eye. Wolfram shivered, then pulled his hand away from Weller's. "You're not my brother," he spat, and turned away, crossing his arms.
"Wolfram!" his mother whined at him.
"It's okay," said Konrad. "I'm used to the way people react to me."
---
Now, Wolfram watches Konrad watch Yuuri. He knows what Konrad is capable of.
---
Konrad cornered Wolfram, and shoved him against the wall.
"Keep your hands off me, Weller," Wolfram hissed. "Filthy half-breed."
Konrad grinned in a way that both terrified Wolfram and made him choke with need. "What was that, Wolfram? Did you call me filthy?"
Wolfram snarled. "Weller--" He cut himself off with a gasp. "Damn you."
Konrad laughed and twisted his hand in Wolfram's hair, pulling his head back to face Konrad, and he leant down to kiss him roughly.
Wolfram squirmed and threw himself into the kiss. He wanted to pull Konrad down closer, but his arms were trapped. But it was pointless, anyway, because someone was calling for Weller, and so he left Wolfram gasping, slumped against the wall with his hair disheveled and his buttons undone.
That was the first time, though they both knew it had been building for weeks. There was no way to ignore the sparks that literally flew from Wolfram's fingers when Konrad came around.
Wolfram was still very young, and he didn't know most of what was happening, didn't know why his body was doing the things it was doing, or why Konrad's image, his smell, should drift in to Wolfram's mind when he was alone in the bathroom, working his cock.
It was wrong. Not because Konrad was a man, or because they had the same mother (Wolfram would have given anything to have this happen with Gwendal instead, to feel for him these insane urges). It was wrong because Konrad's father was human.
"A half-blood," Wolfram muttered to himself as he went to sleep at night. He wished Konrad would leave him alone.
---
"You stay away from him," Wolfram says to Konrad. He puts his hand on the hilt of his sword for emphasis, though even he knows it is laughable to suppose he could have a chance against Konrad.
Konrad does him the courtesy of not pretending to be oblivious. "You know I will, Wolfram," he says softly.
Wolfram would like very much to know this. But he doesn't. He can't be sure. He can't stop it from keeping him up at night. He opens his mouth to say something else- he doesn't know what- but Konrad stands up and says, "I'm sorry for what I did to you."
When he is gone, Wolfram stands alone for a long time, trying to keep himself from shaking.
---
It didn't take Wolfram long, after that, to make the decision, and he went to Konrad's room late one night.
Konrad sat up in bed and watched as Wolfram approached, that hunter's smile creeping slowly on his face. Wolfram shuddered and felt himself go hard. He reached the bed and practically fell forward onto it. "Weller," he said. "What are you doing to me?" He didn't understand, he really didn't understand.
Konrad pounced, flipping Wolfram over on his back. Wolfram made a strangled noise deep in his throat that he was immediately ashamed of. Konrad hardly made any sound at all, through the whole thing- just breathed and panted and sighed.
And licked. And sucked. And made Wolfram scream and moan. He didn't know that people did that. He didn't expect it and it scared him half to death when it happened. "What are you doing?" he gasped. "Weller-- Konrad--"
But Konrad did it. He put his mouth on Wolfram's cock. Wolfram had time to be shocked only for a moment before he stopped caring about how incredibly weird it was and began to be concerned only with making sure it never stopped. Which was where the screaming came in, especially when Konrad did stop.
"No!" he yelled, when Konrad pulled away. The bed hangings caught on fire.
Konrad laughed, and looked at Wolfram appraisingly. "I guess it's true what they say, that Mazoku do last longer. When I was your age-"
He didn't finish, because Wolfram tackled him, pushing him dangerously close to the flames licking one corner of the bed. "You bastard," he started, "you-"
But then he finished, because Weller's hand was now wrapped around his cock, and he was arching his back and shouting incoherently.
He was too dazed to notice anything that happened after that, though he was vaguely aware of his hair being soaked when Konrad put out the fire on the bed.
---
"Don't push him too hard," Konrad warns Wolfram, on the glorious day that Yuuri finally returns to Shin Makoku. "Don't go too quickly."
Wolfram stares at him. "Excuse me? I don't think you, of all people, have any right to-"
"I have every right to say this to you, Wolfram. Remember, he's not much older than you were."
Wolfram gapes. He can't think of anything to say, so he doesn't say anything at all.
---
So Wolfram learned. He learned to take all that Konrad gave him. He took it, again and again, deep inside him and in his mouth, too, and asked for more. Konrad said he was impressed by the boy's stamina. Wolfram didn't care. He became addicted to it, to the attention Konrad gave him.
Wolfram lost count of all the places. Konrad's bed. The treasury, spilling priceless jewels around them. The stables, spooking the horses. Outside, against the castle walls. Once, in their mother's bed.
Konrad said that Wolfram's mouth was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. Wolfram took the praise and was determined to prove that he was worthy of it. He started to be the one to corner Konrad, to drop to his knees and revel in the taste and feel of Konrad's cock deep in his throat. Konrad still never made a sound, but Wolfram kept his eyes trained on his, let him see how willingly Wolfram took it, and when the older man came, he bucked and Wolfram would take it. He took it all.
And then Konrad would kiss him, and it was always so possessive that it made Wolfram feel dizzy and lost to himself. Konrad's tongue would claim his whole mouth, running along his teeth and the insides of his cheeks and lips, under and over Wolfram's own tongue. The intensity was almost frightening; all of Konrad was almost frightening, but Wolfram was a soldier and wasn't scared of anything.
And no one even noticed. Some of his teachers said he was more well-behaved. Anissina said he wasn't as bratty and attention-seeking as usual. Gwendal said he must be growing up. If he only knew, Wolfram thought to himself. He wasn't sure if the thought pleased him or not. It was hard to tell, away from Weller's maddening presence.
Then the war started, and whenever Konrad came back from battle, Wolfram would be waiting for him. It was rough and painful and good, and afterwards Wolfram couldn't look anyone in the face for days. This was different than before. He no longer had any control over what happened to his body. Konrad took him over, claimed him with the same violence with which he claimed lives on the battlefield.
Then there was the last time. The battle had been bad, and they had lost. Wolfram rushed out to meet the returning soldiers, and Weller, in full view of Gwendal and the others, seized him by the arm and dragged him to relative privacy of the castle.
He didn't make it past the receiving room before slamming the door and tearing Wolfram's trousers down, bending him over a desk. Wolfram didn't protest. He was scared and he wasn't aroused, but he didn't see any reason to stop the man.
It hurt, when Weller thrust himself into him, but then again it always did. There wasn't any reason why Wolfram should be crying now.
The next day Konrad went off to Ruttenberg, and Wolfram couldn't stop shaking. He sent flowers along to the half-breed warriors, Konrad-stands-upon-the-earth, because he wanted Konrad to still be standing when the battle was through. He regretted it almost as soon as he did it.
---
"Yuuri, you've got to be careful of Konrad." Wolfram tells his fiancé one night.
"What are you talking about?" Yuuri looks up with his usual clueless expression.
"Konrad," Wolfram repeats, getting frustrated. Can't the wimp understand anything without having it spelled out for him? "You don't know his intentions."
"His intentions?"
"Look, Yuuri, he.... He isn't such an honorable guy. Or he hasn't always been, or.... Well, just remember you're engaged to ME, alright?"
Yuuri looks confused, although it is hard to tell because he usually looks confused. "What are you saying? That Konrad is going to try to steal me form you or something?"
"Yes."
The king bursts out laughing. "Konrad?"
Wolfram is definitely angry now. He can feel the heat building behind him. "I'm serious, Yuuri! You don't know about his past!"
Yuuri swallows his laughter at the sight of Wolfram's fury, and says, "So tell me."
Wolfram was not prepared for this. "I..." He pauses.
---
After Ruttenberg, nothing was the same. Konrad spent weeks in recovery, and Wolfram left before he had to see him again and give an explanation for the flowers. They didn't meet again until word spread that the new Maou would be appearing.
Wolfram was shocked at first by how much Konrad had changed. There was nothing left of that predatory look. Well, not unless you put something between him and Yuuri. No, he was decent, now, or at least pretending to be. He was trying to be his father, or better. Wolfram found it offensive, not in the least because Konrad never looked at him twice anymore. Everyone was caught up with Yuuri.
---
Yuuri's reaction is interesting. First, he is horrified. "He's your brother," he says.
Wolfram raises his eyebrows. "So?"
Yuuri's eyes go wide. "Don't tell me that's common here, too? Siblings are allowed to get married?"
"Well, obviously only if they're the same sex. Otherwise there'd be inbreeding."
"I see." Yuuri clears his throat. He is silent for a while, looking around the room as if searching for a way out. Finally, he says, "Twenty years ago... How old were you?"
"I was in my late sixties. In human years, that's about... twelve or thirteen."
Yuuri's eyes bulge again. "Twelve?!?"
Wolfram's face goes hot. "I was a little young."
"A little?" Yuuri's face softens when he meets Wolfram's eyes. "How did you even know what you were doing, Wolfram?"
"I didn't." For some reason, Wolfram's voice is not working properly. "I had no idea." And it's true. Wolfram never thought about it this way before, but it's so true. He was too young. He'd been far too young.
He covers his face in his hands, and feels Yuuri's arms around him.
---
---
Someday, Wolfram will ask Konrad if he regrets it. Someday they will decide it was a mistake. Someday, hopefully soon, Wolfram will be able to put it behind him, and will be able to believe Konrad when he says he won't do the same to Yuuri.
Someday, Wolfram will ask him. But not today.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Author: Melusine474, Melusine07 (the former being strictly fandom)
Pairings: Kon/Wolf; could be interpreted as Wolf/Yuu or Yuuram
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage, dubious consent, though both of the issues are actually addressed. Incest, obviously. If you are a hardcore Konrad fan and won't hear a word against him, I would suggest skipping this fic. I've warned you, so please no wank!
Notes: One-shot for a game I played with toshimalfoy. It was totally her idea, and it was awesome. Also, she beta'd.
Disclaimer: I clearly do not own Kyo Kara Maou or anything to do with it.
It started when Konrad came back from wandering with his father. Wolfram watched him arrive from the high window above the courtyard. He'd grown, of course. He was an adult now. Wolfram hardly recognized him.
But when their mother forced Wolfram to shake Konrad's hand and look him in the face, the traitorous human face, Konrad smiled and Wolfram knew he could never have mistaken him anywhere with that predatory glint in his eye. Wolfram shivered, then pulled his hand away from Weller's. "You're not my brother," he spat, and turned away, crossing his arms.
"Wolfram!" his mother whined at him.
"It's okay," said Konrad. "I'm used to the way people react to me."
---
Now, Wolfram watches Konrad watch Yuuri. He knows what Konrad is capable of.
---
Konrad cornered Wolfram, and shoved him against the wall.
"Keep your hands off me, Weller," Wolfram hissed. "Filthy half-breed."
Konrad grinned in a way that both terrified Wolfram and made him choke with need. "What was that, Wolfram? Did you call me filthy?"
Wolfram snarled. "Weller--" He cut himself off with a gasp. "Damn you."
Konrad laughed and twisted his hand in Wolfram's hair, pulling his head back to face Konrad, and he leant down to kiss him roughly.
Wolfram squirmed and threw himself into the kiss. He wanted to pull Konrad down closer, but his arms were trapped. But it was pointless, anyway, because someone was calling for Weller, and so he left Wolfram gasping, slumped against the wall with his hair disheveled and his buttons undone.
That was the first time, though they both knew it had been building for weeks. There was no way to ignore the sparks that literally flew from Wolfram's fingers when Konrad came around.
Wolfram was still very young, and he didn't know most of what was happening, didn't know why his body was doing the things it was doing, or why Konrad's image, his smell, should drift in to Wolfram's mind when he was alone in the bathroom, working his cock.
It was wrong. Not because Konrad was a man, or because they had the same mother (Wolfram would have given anything to have this happen with Gwendal instead, to feel for him these insane urges). It was wrong because Konrad's father was human.
"A half-blood," Wolfram muttered to himself as he went to sleep at night. He wished Konrad would leave him alone.
---
"You stay away from him," Wolfram says to Konrad. He puts his hand on the hilt of his sword for emphasis, though even he knows it is laughable to suppose he could have a chance against Konrad.
Konrad does him the courtesy of not pretending to be oblivious. "You know I will, Wolfram," he says softly.
Wolfram would like very much to know this. But he doesn't. He can't be sure. He can't stop it from keeping him up at night. He opens his mouth to say something else- he doesn't know what- but Konrad stands up and says, "I'm sorry for what I did to you."
When he is gone, Wolfram stands alone for a long time, trying to keep himself from shaking.
---
It didn't take Wolfram long, after that, to make the decision, and he went to Konrad's room late one night.
Konrad sat up in bed and watched as Wolfram approached, that hunter's smile creeping slowly on his face. Wolfram shuddered and felt himself go hard. He reached the bed and practically fell forward onto it. "Weller," he said. "What are you doing to me?" He didn't understand, he really didn't understand.
Konrad pounced, flipping Wolfram over on his back. Wolfram made a strangled noise deep in his throat that he was immediately ashamed of. Konrad hardly made any sound at all, through the whole thing- just breathed and panted and sighed.
And licked. And sucked. And made Wolfram scream and moan. He didn't know that people did that. He didn't expect it and it scared him half to death when it happened. "What are you doing?" he gasped. "Weller-- Konrad--"
But Konrad did it. He put his mouth on Wolfram's cock. Wolfram had time to be shocked only for a moment before he stopped caring about how incredibly weird it was and began to be concerned only with making sure it never stopped. Which was where the screaming came in, especially when Konrad did stop.
"No!" he yelled, when Konrad pulled away. The bed hangings caught on fire.
Konrad laughed, and looked at Wolfram appraisingly. "I guess it's true what they say, that Mazoku do last longer. When I was your age-"
He didn't finish, because Wolfram tackled him, pushing him dangerously close to the flames licking one corner of the bed. "You bastard," he started, "you-"
But then he finished, because Weller's hand was now wrapped around his cock, and he was arching his back and shouting incoherently.
He was too dazed to notice anything that happened after that, though he was vaguely aware of his hair being soaked when Konrad put out the fire on the bed.
---
"Don't push him too hard," Konrad warns Wolfram, on the glorious day that Yuuri finally returns to Shin Makoku. "Don't go too quickly."
Wolfram stares at him. "Excuse me? I don't think you, of all people, have any right to-"
"I have every right to say this to you, Wolfram. Remember, he's not much older than you were."
Wolfram gapes. He can't think of anything to say, so he doesn't say anything at all.
---
So Wolfram learned. He learned to take all that Konrad gave him. He took it, again and again, deep inside him and in his mouth, too, and asked for more. Konrad said he was impressed by the boy's stamina. Wolfram didn't care. He became addicted to it, to the attention Konrad gave him.
Wolfram lost count of all the places. Konrad's bed. The treasury, spilling priceless jewels around them. The stables, spooking the horses. Outside, against the castle walls. Once, in their mother's bed.
Konrad said that Wolfram's mouth was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. Wolfram took the praise and was determined to prove that he was worthy of it. He started to be the one to corner Konrad, to drop to his knees and revel in the taste and feel of Konrad's cock deep in his throat. Konrad still never made a sound, but Wolfram kept his eyes trained on his, let him see how willingly Wolfram took it, and when the older man came, he bucked and Wolfram would take it. He took it all.
And then Konrad would kiss him, and it was always so possessive that it made Wolfram feel dizzy and lost to himself. Konrad's tongue would claim his whole mouth, running along his teeth and the insides of his cheeks and lips, under and over Wolfram's own tongue. The intensity was almost frightening; all of Konrad was almost frightening, but Wolfram was a soldier and wasn't scared of anything.
And no one even noticed. Some of his teachers said he was more well-behaved. Anissina said he wasn't as bratty and attention-seeking as usual. Gwendal said he must be growing up. If he only knew, Wolfram thought to himself. He wasn't sure if the thought pleased him or not. It was hard to tell, away from Weller's maddening presence.
Then the war started, and whenever Konrad came back from battle, Wolfram would be waiting for him. It was rough and painful and good, and afterwards Wolfram couldn't look anyone in the face for days. This was different than before. He no longer had any control over what happened to his body. Konrad took him over, claimed him with the same violence with which he claimed lives on the battlefield.
Then there was the last time. The battle had been bad, and they had lost. Wolfram rushed out to meet the returning soldiers, and Weller, in full view of Gwendal and the others, seized him by the arm and dragged him to relative privacy of the castle.
He didn't make it past the receiving room before slamming the door and tearing Wolfram's trousers down, bending him over a desk. Wolfram didn't protest. He was scared and he wasn't aroused, but he didn't see any reason to stop the man.
It hurt, when Weller thrust himself into him, but then again it always did. There wasn't any reason why Wolfram should be crying now.
The next day Konrad went off to Ruttenberg, and Wolfram couldn't stop shaking. He sent flowers along to the half-breed warriors, Konrad-stands-upon-the-earth, because he wanted Konrad to still be standing when the battle was through. He regretted it almost as soon as he did it.
---
"Yuuri, you've got to be careful of Konrad." Wolfram tells his fiancé one night.
"What are you talking about?" Yuuri looks up with his usual clueless expression.
"Konrad," Wolfram repeats, getting frustrated. Can't the wimp understand anything without having it spelled out for him? "You don't know his intentions."
"His intentions?"
"Look, Yuuri, he.... He isn't such an honorable guy. Or he hasn't always been, or.... Well, just remember you're engaged to ME, alright?"
Yuuri looks confused, although it is hard to tell because he usually looks confused. "What are you saying? That Konrad is going to try to steal me form you or something?"
"Yes."
The king bursts out laughing. "Konrad?"
Wolfram is definitely angry now. He can feel the heat building behind him. "I'm serious, Yuuri! You don't know about his past!"
Yuuri swallows his laughter at the sight of Wolfram's fury, and says, "So tell me."
Wolfram was not prepared for this. "I..." He pauses.
---
After Ruttenberg, nothing was the same. Konrad spent weeks in recovery, and Wolfram left before he had to see him again and give an explanation for the flowers. They didn't meet again until word spread that the new Maou would be appearing.
Wolfram was shocked at first by how much Konrad had changed. There was nothing left of that predatory look. Well, not unless you put something between him and Yuuri. No, he was decent, now, or at least pretending to be. He was trying to be his father, or better. Wolfram found it offensive, not in the least because Konrad never looked at him twice anymore. Everyone was caught up with Yuuri.
---
Yuuri's reaction is interesting. First, he is horrified. "He's your brother," he says.
Wolfram raises his eyebrows. "So?"
Yuuri's eyes go wide. "Don't tell me that's common here, too? Siblings are allowed to get married?"
"Well, obviously only if they're the same sex. Otherwise there'd be inbreeding."
"I see." Yuuri clears his throat. He is silent for a while, looking around the room as if searching for a way out. Finally, he says, "Twenty years ago... How old were you?"
"I was in my late sixties. In human years, that's about... twelve or thirteen."
Yuuri's eyes bulge again. "Twelve?!?"
Wolfram's face goes hot. "I was a little young."
"A little?" Yuuri's face softens when he meets Wolfram's eyes. "How did you even know what you were doing, Wolfram?"
"I didn't." For some reason, Wolfram's voice is not working properly. "I had no idea." And it's true. Wolfram never thought about it this way before, but it's so true. He was too young. He'd been far too young.
He covers his face in his hands, and feels Yuuri's arms around him.
---
---
Someday, Wolfram will ask Konrad if he regrets it. Someday they will decide it was a mistake. Someday, hopefully soon, Wolfram will be able to put it behind him, and will be able to believe Konrad when he says he won't do the same to Yuuri.
Someday, Wolfram will ask him. But not today.