A/N: Sorry for the long, looong break between chapters. I sort of took a breather from the computer life. Now I'm back and ready to write. Thanks for the reviews; they're always appreciated! Suggestions are welcome as well.
This was supposed to be the last chapter, but with so many loose ends it became impossible. One more chapter should do it. Readers groan Sorry guys. Again, thanks for reading!
Warning: Some sexual stuff is up ahead. So, if you don't like it now is the time to bail.
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to KKM; this fic is all for fun.
THANKS: To the two most wonderful, amazing betas out there! Sorelina3
and Jen!
Kyou Kara Maou! Celebration
Chapter four: Confessions
Multitudes of shadow cast themselves against every nook and cranny with only a pale moonlight to brighten the room. Somewhere in the distance he could hear soldiers marching, their feet falling heavily upon the ground. Slowly his senses rekindled and his consciousness awakened. As he tussled in to a sitting position an immense pain awakened, stemming from the wound on his head. He imagined this suffering was akin to what Shori experienced after a late night drinking with his baseball buddies—tenfold.
In order to alleviate his nausea, Yuri used his famous Lamaze breathing technique, until the tension holding him hostage lifted.
Examining his bandaged hands, memories trickled in from the far corners of his mind: images of rubble, sounds of panicked cries, and the amulet's power illuminating the night sky.
Then Conrad cradling him, urging that he stay awake as darkness closed in.
I survived, but…
Had others been injured—had Conrad? He could vaguely remember; everything happened in one swift swoop, there wasn't time for observation. It would be foolish to think everyone was okay…
Yuri, clutching his shirt, tremulously stood, appreciative of the cool marble under his bare feet as he trudged towards the door, sweat gliding down his back.
Each step notably more arduous than the next, he pushed on until his knees succumbed to the pressure. Frantically, he latched on to the nearest object, knocking over a vase. The sound of it shattering echoed loudly, as shards of glass skid across the floor. He tense with anticipation, waiting for the cavalry to come rushing in.
Not even a moment later the door was flung open.
"Majesty!"
A disheveled Conrad stood in the light of the corridor; relief and a lump of emotion gathered in Yuri's throat at the sight.
"Your Majesty?"
Unconsciously, Yuri reached up to grip his head; everything felt fuzzy. Even his sight began to blur, but before he had the chance to collapse Conrad crossed the distance between them. With out a sound the man scooped him up in a warm embrace. Clinging like a child in need of comfort, he didn't think twice to accommodate himself.
When they eventually pulled apart, Yuri was still unable to keep his balance. Thankfully, Conrad kept an arm around his waist for support.
"I'm not doing a good job of standing, am I?"
"I've got you," The man whispered, tenderly stroking Yuri's hair.
Then, very suddenly, he was lifted off the ground and pressed securely against Conrad, legs dangling in the air. Normally, Yuri would protest against such an embarrassing gesture, except he couldn't find the strength—even when tucked softly in to bed.
"Now sleep." Conrad instructed, touching his cheek briefly, eyes full of unfathomable emotion. And just as quickly as he came, the man turned to go.
"Wait…"
Conrad paused, before making his way over to the bedside with an eerie sense of formality and coldness in his eyes. But with so much anxiety weighing in on the young Maou, he didn't have time to take these changes in to account.
"Is everyone okay?" Yuri said, worried. "What about the amulet?"
"Everything is fine, Your Majesty. Let us discuss this later, when you've fully recovered."
That wasn't good enough; he needed to know what happened. It was a King's duty. However, Conrad's end-of-discussion manner made him leery to speak up.
"But..." Yuri gulped, losing his nerve.
There was more he needed to talk about…more personal things.
Before the battle, in this very room, they kissed. Initially Yuri had not been confident in his actions; nevertheless, the moment Conrad was put in danger his fears and doubts evaporated.
He was truly in love, but could a relationship between Conrad and him ever really work?
Despite all reason, the words--Yuri, you're too hot in this world--sprung to mind, forcing him to twitch involuntarily, cheeks infusing with red. At least he knew Conrad wasn't physically averse to men or him for that matter.
"Are you alright, Your Majesty? I could call Gisela—"
"No." Yuri turned, thoughts interrupted. "I just zoned out for a minute."
Mentally scolding himself for sounding like an idiot, he took a moment to regain his cool. "The battle, my mind keeps jumping back to it. You came so close to…"
"…"
"For a moment I didn't think we'd win."
Again, when Conrad made no response, they lapsed in to silence.
The urge to confess his feelings was overwhelming. Whether or not it was the right thing to do was a different story. A relationship could lead them down a dangerous path, full of humans and demons alike that'd do anything to destroy the Demon king. Including targeting Conrad. As ruler for more than two years now, he could be certain of this.
If only I could assure everyone's safety.
Feeling a sense of hopelessness, moisture gathered at the corners of Yuri's eyes.
"Sorry, I'm crying like an idiot." He furiously whipped at his tears. "You must think I'm really pathetic, huh?"
"No, not pathetic, Your Majesty, but very foolish." Conrad spoke harshly, his face a complete mask, showing no emotion. Yuri found this disturbing, but the sheer frankness of his words, startled the young Maou even more.
Tears ceasing their flow, he considered this.
"Foolish? Yeah, I suppose you're right. I couldn't even stop the intruders without putting everyone in danger."
Again, Conrad surprised him with a loud, sullen laugh, his mask wavering to reveal an almost pained look.
"You misunderstand my meaning completely. Don't you understand how close death came to snatching you?"
"..."
"Day in and day out, I see Your Majesty accomplish many daunting feats, at times risking his own life for the good of others. All the while, I sit back with my superficial calm, trying not to let any harm come your way. But watching you almost die; I've no control left!" Conrad leaned over the bed, placing his hands beside the Maou's head.
Caught off guard, Yuri stayed silent, perplexed by the sudden aggressiveness. He'd never seen Conrad this upset it was almost frightening. Those fierce eyes watched him, probing, waiting for him to react.
It occurred to Yuri then. This whole time he'd only been thinking of himself with out any consideration of Conrad's feelings. What could he possibly say?
Matching that electric gaze with determination, he saw even more conflicting emotions: guilt and longing, despair and hope.
His arm reached up to stroke the man's cheek. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't risk losing you either." He admitted. "I-I..."
Conrad didn't let Yuri finish because he leaned in, devouring the Maou's lips; His tongue's pursuit relentless as it tasted the young demon.
All of the pain Yuri had felt earlier became a faint memory, as an unfurling pleasure took its place. With little experience in this matter, he sat back and let Conrad take the wheel.
Arching and grinding against the warm body above him the young demon withered as hands began eating up his body.
It wasn't long before Yuri did his own exploring. He cupped Conrad's growing need that still lay tucked inside his pants, hesitantly messaging its length.
"Nh!" Conrad quickly pulled back. He took a moment to get his breathing under control before looking up.
"You're injured, I shouldn't be doing this."
Yuri, unable to find his voice, leaned forward to silence his protector with a kiss, leaving them both slightly pink.
"How did his Majesty learn to kiss in such a manner?"
"With a few willing 'teachers'…" Yuri's head lowered in embarrassment. "I am pretty popular, you know?"
Cupping his chin, Conrad forced their eyes to meet.
"Is that so?" His protector asked curiously, with a fondness that softened his eyes and made his smile just a little wider. "Personally, I haven't experienced many romantic encounters during my lifetime. I am a soldier first and foremost."
"Wonder if I don't want you to be a soldier first…"
"…"
"Maybe I want you as something more."
It was Conrad who looked away this time. "Is that truly the best thing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your Majesty is still so young, and capable of meeting more suitable companions…" Conrad sat up. "I should never have taken advantage of you like this."
The hair bristled on the back of Yuri's neck.
"Hold it! You know my name, so start using it. And for your information, I don't need to meet anyone; the person I love is sitting right in front of me!"
As soon as those words exploded from him, Yuri quickly put a hand over his mouth.
"Love?" Conrad questioned, seeming dazed. "For how long?"
"F-for a w-while I suppose, but I didn't realize it completely until recently."
"…"
"But if this isn't what you want…that's fine. Just don't feel obligated to indulge me."
Tension filled the air and Yuri clutched his bed sheets, scared of what would happen next. Conrad wasn't even looking at him now, as he softly began to speak, one hand covering his face:
"Is that what you thought when we kissed? That I was indulging you?"
"Well…yeah."
"That is so far from the truth..." Conrad turned his back to Yuri, "…I've felt the same as you for a long time."
Yuri gawked.
Did he really just hear those words? Usually, despite what people thought, love was unrequited. So hearing those words sent a bubbly rush of happiness to his heart and with out thinking he reached out for Conrad.
Their eyes met then their lips. It was a gentle lock of lips this time around that sent shivers up and down his spine.
Out of sorts, Yuri held on to Conrad's neck, lifting his needy hips upward, surprised at how fast he grew hard. And even though both of them were fully dressed, every time they pressed against each other, fireworks went off in his head.
Conrad looked to be enjoying himself as well. The man had taken to suckling at the base of Yuri's neck, grinding against the Maou with equal enthusiasm.
"A—ah!" Conrad groaned, pulling back to rasp: "If this doesn't end now, I can't be accountable for my actions. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Yes, he did, but the loss of contact against his throbbing need seemed more important. Impatient, Yuri slid his hand between them, touching Conrad's hot flesh for the first time.
At that moment a chain reaction occurred. His protector pressed down against his touch, releasing a primal growl and before Yuri even had a chance to realize what was happening, Conrad yanked down his pants and underwear.
He was quick to try and cover himself, nevertheless Conrad was quicker. Bending down the man swiped his tongue against the young demon's swollen shaft, before swallowing him whole.
A curtain of bliss fell over Yuri's eyes and with out thinking he reached down to grip Conrad's hair, softly pushing the man closer. And just when Yuri came to the brink of insanity a strong suction made him wail in satisfaction. It felt incredible.
Straining forward, he found the man's lips, hungrily nipping at them. It wasn't long before they both lost control. Conrad began stroking himself, bringing Yuri closer to the edge and soon the room was filled with noise from both of them—escalating, until their inevitable climax.
With a "pop" he was released from the sticky warmth, cock twitching as the last bit of seed left him. Conrad rested on his thigh, gasping.
The minutes rolled past and the gears in Yuri's head began to turn.
We just…His body turned brighter red, more so than the tip of a thermometer on a hot day. Was he floating? Was this some sort of crazy dream; he half expected to see a giant Hell-paradise Kuala to come flying out of the woodwork (like it often did in his dreams).
Instead Conrad moved up his body and tightly embraced him.
"Did I hurt you?" His protector asked with concern.
"N-no."
"Okay, but why are you pinching yourself."
"Because I'm sure this is a dream."
A smile stretched across Conrad's face.
"I assure you this is real and I never plan on letting you go."
"Good. That's just what I wanted," he said happily. "What a perfect birthday present."
"Birthday?" Conrad's eyebrow lifted. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but your birthday ended last night. You've been asleep a whole day."
"Huh? And to think I didn't even get to blow out my candles."
"Candles?"
"Yeah, it's a tradition to blow out the candles on your cake and make a wish."
"And what did his Majesty want to wish for?"
"Nothing now." Yuri smiled, hitting Conrad with a pillow. "Now quit calling me that!"
Deep under Covenant Castle the pitter-patter of water resounded against the walls and in to the ears of the only occupant residing in the lower level jail cells. His clothes were ragged as if he'd been struck by lightning, while his silver hair stood up every which way. Despite his appearance the young man wore a smirk.
The unconcealed glee written across the mans face brightened considerably when the ruby red stone in his hand burst with power and knocked off the cell doors from their hinges.
With revenge in mind, Dorian left to find the Demon King.