Don't Look At Me Like That [R; Conrad/Yuuri]
Title: Don't Look At Me Like That
Author: worblehat
Genre: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Conrad/Yuuri
Rating: R
Notes: Done for the AWDT. Prompt was "From the chair beside me..."
Word Count: 1,800
Conrad stood by the edge of the bed. Although it was already at least two in the morning, he looked as awake as he ever did.
"Um, sorry to call for you this late..." Yuuri began, "I -"
"It's okay," said Conrad, smiling down at him. "Was there something you needed?"
"Well...sort of," said Yuuri, looking even more flustered. He signaled for Conrad to move a bit closer. "It's just...ever since I got sick, people keep coming in and out of here to check on me." He glanced nervously at the door. "Especially Gunther."
Conrad laughed quietly.
"It's not funny," Yuuri frowned.
"Sorry." Conrad smiled warmly. "What did you need me to do?"
"Well...," said Yuri, looking apologetic, "can you maybe...make sure they don't come in anymore?"
Conrad blinked. "I'm sure if you told them that you needed rest -"
Yuuri shook his head.
" - or that your fever was mounting and - "
Yuuri shook his head again.
"Hmm," said Conrad thoughtfully. "I suppose I could stand watch," he said, dragging a chair close to Yuuri's bed.
Yuuri slumped down, closing his eyes. After a few moments, he opened them again. "Conrad."
"Yes?"
Yuuri looked perplexed. "You won't be able to get any sleep this way, will you?"
"I will be fine," answered Conrad, sitting up attentively. "I've had to go for nights without sleep before."
"Yeah, but -"
Conrad leaned over, tucking Yuuri in more tightly. "You just focus your energy on getting better."
"But -"
Conrad dimmed the small lamp until they could barely see one another. "Good night, Yuuri."
It took several minutes before Conrad heard Yuuri speak again. "Conrad?"
"Sleep," Conrad said gently.
"I can't," said Yuuri. "It's too cold."
"Maybe there are blankets over -"
"Can you get in here with me?"
Conrad stopped, his heart missing a beat before it started back up again. "...Sorry?"
Yuuri's cheeks flushed and he lowered his gaze to Conrad's chest, seemingly unable to look Conrad in the eye. "It's nothing like that," he said in the tone he usually reserved for Wolfram. "I just...it's really cold and I don't want to have to wake anyone else up. ...Okay?"
"Yuuri -"
The covers slid easily apart and Yuuri moved over on the bed. He kept his eyes on the tapestry on the wall in front of them.
It took three tries before Conrad was able to undo the buttons at the top of his uniform. Once he managed that, the rest came easily enough; it helped that he didn't look too hard at Yuuri, who yawned sleepily, too overcome with the need to rest to keep worrying about asking another person - another guy - to sleep in his bed.
Conrad pulled back the covers, sitting still for a few seconds before lying down, both hands at his sides. Yuuri's soft snores sounded soon thereafter.
He wondered if he should get out of bed, since Yuuri seemed to be fast asleep; he wondered if he should use this excuse to stay longer. Using his elbow to prop himself up, he risked scooting a few inches closer, watching Yuuri's face in the moonlight. It seemed to glow ethereally, the way it did when Yuuri went into Maou mode. He reached forward, fingertips tracing over Yuuri's lips.
Yuuri shifted, turning inward - towards Conrad. There wasn't enough time to pull away and as Yuuri moved closer, his arm wrapped slowly around Conrad's waist.
This is not good, thought Conrad, trying not to panic. If he could just disentangle himself - but as soon as he tried to pull away, Yuuri groaned and held more tightly, a leg sliding around Conrad, as if he were some overstuffed teddy bear.
"Uh..." said Conrad, wrapping one arm around Yuuri's shoulders, shaking him gently, hoping to wake him. "Yuuri."
Yuuri mumbled something against Conrad's neck - something that tickled, something that stung with how warm it felt.
"Yuuri," said Conrad, a little more insistently.
"Shhh," muttered Yuuri, resting his head against Conrad's chest.
It seemed hopeless: Conrad resolved to stay the night, waking up early so as to avoid any conflict with Wolfram. Which, overall, was a decent plan - though it hadn't taken into account how warm Yuuri would feel, or the placement of his leg directly over Conrad's groin. Conrad had heard that Yuuri sometimes moved in his sleep, though he hadn't fully appreciated the truth of this statement until Yuuri began to move against him, seeking a more comfortable position for sleep.
"...mmm?" mumbled Yuuri, his eyes still filled with sleep. "Is something wrong, Conrad?"
"I need to sit up," answered Conrad, trying to ease himself away from Yuuri.
"Huh?" Yuuri dropped his head back onto Conrad's chest. "Can't it wait till morning? I'm all comfortable now."
"No, it cannot," said Conrad gently, trying once more to ease himself away. The last thing he needed was for his feelings to come into play. He respected Yuuri's engagement, as much as he could; though he had difficulty when it came to how he felt. Some things it seemed impossible to stop, and the way his heart beat faster around the Maou was one of those things he found he couldn't control.
"Just stay put until I fall asleep again," Yuuri requested. Conrad sighed, closing his eyes and trying to free his mind, distracted by the warmth of Yuuri's body and the scent of his recently-bathed skin.
Then everything stopped and Conrad's eyes widened.
"Conrad," said Yuuri, his voice strained. "Um...are you...?"
Both avoided eye contact, though Conrad felt the increase in Yuuri's pulse. "I apologise," he said, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I didn't mean to cause your majesty any mortification."
"...Oh," said Yuuri, his breath light against Conrad's chest. Moments passed, long and torturous, until Yuuri spoke again. "Is...is that...for me?"
Conrad wondered what he was supposed to say.
"Or...I mean...because of me?" Yuuri supplied.
He could back out; he could provide a reason about bodily responses to certain stimuli, or he could say he'd been dreaming about someone...
"Yes," he answered quietly.
"But..." said Yuuri. "That's...I mean...really?"
"I apologise," said Conrad, shame burning pink in his cheeks.
He didn't realise his eyes were closed until he opened them, Yuuri's kiss wet on his jaw.
"...Yuuri?"
"Don't tell Wolfram I did this, okay?" he whispered, pushing himself to a sitting position and considering Conrad thoughtfully before sliding one leg around, straddling him. His hands played at Conrad's chest, which was now bare.
"Yuuri," said Conrad again. "Why...?"
"Because it's you," Yuuri answered, shrugging. "You've been there to guide me so many times and if this is something you want...then I'll do it."
This was all going wrong. Conrad placed his hands over Yuuri's, smiling against the pain that seemed to slice through him. "This isn't necessary," he said, hoping his tone was an understanding one. "And I know how your majesty feels about...things like this."
"Between two guys, you mean?" asked Yuuri, his eyes defensive. "Well, aren't you guys always telling me how natural it is here?" His hands balled into fists. "Or were you just lying?"
"No, but -"
"Gunther reminds me at least five times a day that a guy with another guy is okay here," Yuuri interrupted, glaring down at Conrad. "Are you saying that he's been lying to me all this time?"
Conrad smiled, genuinely this time. He ran his fingers across the knuckles of Yuuri's left hand. "He wasn't lying," said Conrad. "But are you sure you want to do this?"
Yuuri leaned closer, closer, until their lips were almost touching. "I'm sure...if it's you," he said, eyes fluttering briefly when Conrad's palm touched his cheek, drawing him closer until their lips met.
Kissing Yuuri was better than anything Conrad could think of: it was warm and sweet and slightly muffled as Yuuri adjusted to the demands of Conrad's mouth. He tried to go slowly but found it difficult once Yuuri slid beneath him, breath fast and heavy. His body operated on instinct, removing Yuuri's clothes before his own, hands efficient but silent. He gasped, temporarily breaking their kiss at the first feel of their naked bodies moving against one another, Yuuri's cock pressing against his stomach.
"Are you," breathed Conrad, "...is this okay?"
"Don't stop to ask me questions," Yuuri answered, his voice grumpy. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
Conrad wrapped his fingers around Yuuri's cock, then his own, sliding up and down at a fast and measured tempo. He watched Yuuri's face, taking in the different sounds he made, the way his eyes darkened when Conrad whispered his name. His spine ran hot with want when Yuuri moaned, thrusting up into Conrad's hand.
He knew he should wait - should steady himself and wait for Yuuri to finish first - but it was too much, seeing Yuuri like this, willingly, and for him.
"Because it's you..."
"Yuuri," Conrad moaned against his neck, body pushing downward against him, release spraying in thin threads along Yuuri's stomach. Yuuri's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as the last shudders left Conrad's body.
He gazed downward at Yuuri, who was still moving on the bed, urging Conrad's hand faster with irritated noises.
Conrad stopped suddenly, waiting until Yuuri's eyes were on him before kissing his gently, slowly; when he heard Yuuri whisper his name, he smiled, kissing Yuuri's neck, chest and down to his stomach, licking softly at the trails of his own come against the Maou's stomach. His tongue slid against Yuuri's skin until he felt the head of Yuuri's cock against his lips, his mouth opening to slip the warm length into his mouth.
Yuuri arched off the bed, pushing himself deeper inside Conrad's mouth. With one firm hand, Conrad kept Yuuri's body motionless, mouth working over the solid heat inside. Yuuri moaned, hissing Conrad's name once before coming, spilling awkwardly into Conrad's mouth, straining to keep quiet as Conrad swallowed him down.
It was a little challenging to dress Yuuri, whose forehead was a little sweaty, his eyes glazed over with happiness. Conrad slid his trousers on before sliding over next to Yuuri.
"Are you feeling all right?" asked Conrad, feeling concerned. "You shouldn't have over-exerted yourself."
Yuuri gave a shaky laugh, closing his eyes. "Maybe not, but that was worth it."
Conrad kept his smile hidden. Taking care to be gentle, he covered Yuuri once more, letting Yuuri rest against him lazily. "You should get some sleep."
"Mm-hmm," muttered Yuuri, his breathing beginning to slow.
"Mm," echoed Conrad, closing his eyes and forgetting the time; wondering in the back of his mind if the stab wound he'd get from Wolfram in the morning would be minor or if it would scar.
Author: worblehat
Genre: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Conrad/Yuuri
Rating: R
Notes: Done for the AWDT. Prompt was "From the chair beside me..."
Word Count: 1,800
Conrad stood by the edge of the bed. Although it was already at least two in the morning, he looked as awake as he ever did.
"Um, sorry to call for you this late..." Yuuri began, "I -"
"It's okay," said Conrad, smiling down at him. "Was there something you needed?"
"Well...sort of," said Yuuri, looking even more flustered. He signaled for Conrad to move a bit closer. "It's just...ever since I got sick, people keep coming in and out of here to check on me." He glanced nervously at the door. "Especially Gunther."
Conrad laughed quietly.
"It's not funny," Yuuri frowned.
"Sorry." Conrad smiled warmly. "What did you need me to do?"
"Well...," said Yuri, looking apologetic, "can you maybe...make sure they don't come in anymore?"
Conrad blinked. "I'm sure if you told them that you needed rest -"
Yuuri shook his head.
" - or that your fever was mounting and - "
Yuuri shook his head again.
"Hmm," said Conrad thoughtfully. "I suppose I could stand watch," he said, dragging a chair close to Yuuri's bed.
Yuuri slumped down, closing his eyes. After a few moments, he opened them again. "Conrad."
"Yes?"
Yuuri looked perplexed. "You won't be able to get any sleep this way, will you?"
"I will be fine," answered Conrad, sitting up attentively. "I've had to go for nights without sleep before."
"Yeah, but -"
Conrad leaned over, tucking Yuuri in more tightly. "You just focus your energy on getting better."
"But -"
Conrad dimmed the small lamp until they could barely see one another. "Good night, Yuuri."
It took several minutes before Conrad heard Yuuri speak again. "Conrad?"
"Sleep," Conrad said gently.
"I can't," said Yuuri. "It's too cold."
"Maybe there are blankets over -"
"Can you get in here with me?"
Conrad stopped, his heart missing a beat before it started back up again. "...Sorry?"
Yuuri's cheeks flushed and he lowered his gaze to Conrad's chest, seemingly unable to look Conrad in the eye. "It's nothing like that," he said in the tone he usually reserved for Wolfram. "I just...it's really cold and I don't want to have to wake anyone else up. ...Okay?"
"Yuuri -"
The covers slid easily apart and Yuuri moved over on the bed. He kept his eyes on the tapestry on the wall in front of them.
It took three tries before Conrad was able to undo the buttons at the top of his uniform. Once he managed that, the rest came easily enough; it helped that he didn't look too hard at Yuuri, who yawned sleepily, too overcome with the need to rest to keep worrying about asking another person - another guy - to sleep in his bed.
Conrad pulled back the covers, sitting still for a few seconds before lying down, both hands at his sides. Yuuri's soft snores sounded soon thereafter.
He wondered if he should get out of bed, since Yuuri seemed to be fast asleep; he wondered if he should use this excuse to stay longer. Using his elbow to prop himself up, he risked scooting a few inches closer, watching Yuuri's face in the moonlight. It seemed to glow ethereally, the way it did when Yuuri went into Maou mode. He reached forward, fingertips tracing over Yuuri's lips.
Yuuri shifted, turning inward - towards Conrad. There wasn't enough time to pull away and as Yuuri moved closer, his arm wrapped slowly around Conrad's waist.
This is not good, thought Conrad, trying not to panic. If he could just disentangle himself - but as soon as he tried to pull away, Yuuri groaned and held more tightly, a leg sliding around Conrad, as if he were some overstuffed teddy bear.
"Uh..." said Conrad, wrapping one arm around Yuuri's shoulders, shaking him gently, hoping to wake him. "Yuuri."
Yuuri mumbled something against Conrad's neck - something that tickled, something that stung with how warm it felt.
"Yuuri," said Conrad, a little more insistently.
"Shhh," muttered Yuuri, resting his head against Conrad's chest.
It seemed hopeless: Conrad resolved to stay the night, waking up early so as to avoid any conflict with Wolfram. Which, overall, was a decent plan - though it hadn't taken into account how warm Yuuri would feel, or the placement of his leg directly over Conrad's groin. Conrad had heard that Yuuri sometimes moved in his sleep, though he hadn't fully appreciated the truth of this statement until Yuuri began to move against him, seeking a more comfortable position for sleep.
"...mmm?" mumbled Yuuri, his eyes still filled with sleep. "Is something wrong, Conrad?"
"I need to sit up," answered Conrad, trying to ease himself away from Yuuri.
"Huh?" Yuuri dropped his head back onto Conrad's chest. "Can't it wait till morning? I'm all comfortable now."
"No, it cannot," said Conrad gently, trying once more to ease himself away. The last thing he needed was for his feelings to come into play. He respected Yuuri's engagement, as much as he could; though he had difficulty when it came to how he felt. Some things it seemed impossible to stop, and the way his heart beat faster around the Maou was one of those things he found he couldn't control.
"Just stay put until I fall asleep again," Yuuri requested. Conrad sighed, closing his eyes and trying to free his mind, distracted by the warmth of Yuuri's body and the scent of his recently-bathed skin.
Then everything stopped and Conrad's eyes widened.
"Conrad," said Yuuri, his voice strained. "Um...are you...?"
Both avoided eye contact, though Conrad felt the increase in Yuuri's pulse. "I apologise," he said, eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I didn't mean to cause your majesty any mortification."
"...Oh," said Yuuri, his breath light against Conrad's chest. Moments passed, long and torturous, until Yuuri spoke again. "Is...is that...for me?"
Conrad wondered what he was supposed to say.
"Or...I mean...because of me?" Yuuri supplied.
He could back out; he could provide a reason about bodily responses to certain stimuli, or he could say he'd been dreaming about someone...
"Yes," he answered quietly.
"But..." said Yuuri. "That's...I mean...really?"
"I apologise," said Conrad, shame burning pink in his cheeks.
He didn't realise his eyes were closed until he opened them, Yuuri's kiss wet on his jaw.
"...Yuuri?"
"Don't tell Wolfram I did this, okay?" he whispered, pushing himself to a sitting position and considering Conrad thoughtfully before sliding one leg around, straddling him. His hands played at Conrad's chest, which was now bare.
"Yuuri," said Conrad again. "Why...?"
"Because it's you," Yuuri answered, shrugging. "You've been there to guide me so many times and if this is something you want...then I'll do it."
This was all going wrong. Conrad placed his hands over Yuuri's, smiling against the pain that seemed to slice through him. "This isn't necessary," he said, hoping his tone was an understanding one. "And I know how your majesty feels about...things like this."
"Between two guys, you mean?" asked Yuuri, his eyes defensive. "Well, aren't you guys always telling me how natural it is here?" His hands balled into fists. "Or were you just lying?"
"No, but -"
"Gunther reminds me at least five times a day that a guy with another guy is okay here," Yuuri interrupted, glaring down at Conrad. "Are you saying that he's been lying to me all this time?"
Conrad smiled, genuinely this time. He ran his fingers across the knuckles of Yuuri's left hand. "He wasn't lying," said Conrad. "But are you sure you want to do this?"
Yuuri leaned closer, closer, until their lips were almost touching. "I'm sure...if it's you," he said, eyes fluttering briefly when Conrad's palm touched his cheek, drawing him closer until their lips met.
Kissing Yuuri was better than anything Conrad could think of: it was warm and sweet and slightly muffled as Yuuri adjusted to the demands of Conrad's mouth. He tried to go slowly but found it difficult once Yuuri slid beneath him, breath fast and heavy. His body operated on instinct, removing Yuuri's clothes before his own, hands efficient but silent. He gasped, temporarily breaking their kiss at the first feel of their naked bodies moving against one another, Yuuri's cock pressing against his stomach.
"Are you," breathed Conrad, "...is this okay?"
"Don't stop to ask me questions," Yuuri answered, his voice grumpy. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
Conrad wrapped his fingers around Yuuri's cock, then his own, sliding up and down at a fast and measured tempo. He watched Yuuri's face, taking in the different sounds he made, the way his eyes darkened when Conrad whispered his name. His spine ran hot with want when Yuuri moaned, thrusting up into Conrad's hand.
He knew he should wait - should steady himself and wait for Yuuri to finish first - but it was too much, seeing Yuuri like this, willingly, and for him.
"Because it's you..."
"Yuuri," Conrad moaned against his neck, body pushing downward against him, release spraying in thin threads along Yuuri's stomach. Yuuri's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as the last shudders left Conrad's body.
He gazed downward at Yuuri, who was still moving on the bed, urging Conrad's hand faster with irritated noises.
Conrad stopped suddenly, waiting until Yuuri's eyes were on him before kissing his gently, slowly; when he heard Yuuri whisper his name, he smiled, kissing Yuuri's neck, chest and down to his stomach, licking softly at the trails of his own come against the Maou's stomach. His tongue slid against Yuuri's skin until he felt the head of Yuuri's cock against his lips, his mouth opening to slip the warm length into his mouth.
Yuuri arched off the bed, pushing himself deeper inside Conrad's mouth. With one firm hand, Conrad kept Yuuri's body motionless, mouth working over the solid heat inside. Yuuri moaned, hissing Conrad's name once before coming, spilling awkwardly into Conrad's mouth, straining to keep quiet as Conrad swallowed him down.
It was a little challenging to dress Yuuri, whose forehead was a little sweaty, his eyes glazed over with happiness. Conrad slid his trousers on before sliding over next to Yuuri.
"Are you feeling all right?" asked Conrad, feeling concerned. "You shouldn't have over-exerted yourself."
Yuuri gave a shaky laugh, closing his eyes. "Maybe not, but that was worth it."
Conrad kept his smile hidden. Taking care to be gentle, he covered Yuuri once more, letting Yuuri rest against him lazily. "You should get some sleep."
"Mm-hmm," muttered Yuuri, his breathing beginning to slow.
"Mm," echoed Conrad, closing his eyes and forgetting the time; wondering in the back of his mind if the stab wound he'd get from Wolfram in the morning would be minor or if it would scar.