Author's Note: XD Someone left me a review and so I ended up finishing this off in two hours XDDDDDD LOOOOOL D enjoy yourselves! This is for Mai.

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Warmth seemed to flow into him, a shiver of pleasure scooted up along his spine, his back arching slightly as he attempted to shift closer to the heat only to find himself practically pinned down. Another spine-tingling jolt zipped through him when he instantly came fully awake, struggling for only a few moments until the handsome face filled his vision and he stilled.

Dark cinnamon eyes were almost black with desire, the long silky wave of brown framing the tanned and flushed features of his protector. Conrart hovered over Yuuri, his frame covering the boy's with pure warmth that left his bare skin tingling, before the man's head dipped and soft lips caressed the line of his throat, running upwards slowly, tasting and lapping at the throbbing pulse just beneath his skin. Heated breath fluttered against the shell of his ear and the wild tangle of raven strands, before perfect white teeth nipped at his lobe, sucking it rather sexily.

"Conrart?" His voice was slurred by sleep, his obsidian eyes drooping closed unable to resist the wonderful sensation of those hands stroking over him, the heat of that masculine body curled across his own.

"I can't fight it anymore." It was a feverish whisper, those dark eyes glinting with something close to desperation. One large hand lifted to slowly caress a chilled cheek, calloused thumb tickling the corner of the tempting lips of the Maou.

Yuuri was surprised by the look in those beautiful eyes, his heart stopping at the sight. "Fight… what?"

"I… I love you…" Conrart's voice actually shook, his head dipping and his mouth found and rightly claimed the Maou's, practically devouring him whole, tasting every inch of the inviting interior.

All sense was fleeing Yuuri's head, hips arched upwards at the stroke of long elegant fingers across one pale thigh, so close to touching a part of him that heat flushed fiercely through his own body. The calluses on that palm and fingers seemed to almost catch on the softness of his own skin, sending jolts of fire lancing upwards through every inch of his body. Any desire he had to push the other man away evaporated with the slowly building heat that stirred everything within him back to life from where it had numbed with the cold.

Craning his head upwards slightly his lips brushed along the lightly stubbled jaw, dropping small uncertain kisses against the sweeping arch of that jaw. His hand lifted, his own digits curling into the shorter strands at the back of his protector's neck, cupping it lightly and offering himself up to anything and everything that was being offered. How could he turn Conrart away? How could he say no to something that he desired so fiercely?

"I love you too, Conrart." Their eyes met for a single moment, Yuuri unable to stop the smile that lit his entire face with warmth and delight. "There is on thing in this world I cannot live without."

"What… is that?" The vibration of those words tickled across gooseflesh as the blankets were drawing down and away from the slender expanse of Yuuri's chest.

A mouth closed around a nipple, the tip of that tongue swirling around it once, twice, before nipping at it, lapping over the reddened skin and had Yuuri hissing with surprised pleasure. Hand tightening instinctively to keep that head to his chest, his hips rocked restlessly, sliding against the strong thigh that rested between them, groaning from the sudden contact between their bodies.

"You."

"It pleases me to know that." Slowly circling the throbbing nipple, cinnamon eyes had darkened almost to a shade of molten chocolate, glimmering with a heat that sent a burning flush over every inch of exposed skin. "My brother…" Conrart's scarred brow lifted slightly, one large hand spanning the pale expanse of belly, before curling rather possessively around the hardest part of Yuuri's body, stroking along it with a gliding pressure. "Has he touched you…?"

"No… but not for lack of trying." Yuuri couldn't help the bubble of laughter that escaped him, the sweet clear sound soon morphing into a whimpering groan, when his hips arched sharply upwards into the palm that stroked him slowly from base to tip. A broad thumb swept over the pulsing head, applying just enough pressure to coax another burst of erotic whimpers from the Maou.

"I will never let another touch you. I swear…"

That spark of possessiveness kept the smile on Yuuri's face.

"Let me have you." It was a quiet plea, those dark eyes burned with hunger, with a need that nothing could cool or dispel. "Let me have every inch of your body, Majesty… Yuu."

"I always was yours."

His own hands swept down the expanse of the broad back, careful of the deep wound that had been bandaged up tightly, feeling the feverish heat that radiated out of that powerful body. The glint of something in Conrart's gaze telling him that any inhibitions the man had had, had slipped away into nothingness with its overwhelming burn. Yet, in that moment, hearing the wind howling outside the creaking walls of the building, sprawled out on old blankets and with his soldier wounded, he never thought it was more perfect for their first time. For in those eyes… those magnetic eyes that pulled him in and captured his soul, he could see only the love and desire that burned only for him.

"Mine…"

Conrart's broad frame suddenly disappeared beneath the edge of the blankets that still covered their lower halves, the heated mouth trailing a line of warm kisses down along his belly and across his thighs, a roughened cheek rubbing against his hardened length.

"What… are you doing down there?" Yuuri was about to push the covers back when pleasure exploded through his body, his hips arching with a jerk, his mouth falling helplessly open as every inch of his length was suddenly swallowed. Heat wrapped itself around the hardened flesh, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. His fingers curled into the sheets beneath him, knuckles turning white as his body bucked restlessly upwards, shuddering as he was desperately attempting to catch his breath. "Oh… Kami!"

A laugh escaped Conrart, the vibrations flaring along the heated length that was being suckled and lapped at. That skilled tongue swirled around the throbbing head, tasting the droplets that formed there.

"Not… funny." Yuuri gasped.

Broad shoulders quivered with amusement from beneath the sheet, before strong arms hooked gently under Yuuri's knees, sliding and spreading him slowly, allowing him to pull away if he wanted, yet he didn't.

"So naughty." The Maou mused, his foot coming up to rub his heel down across the arch of that spine, willingly exposing himself, trusting utterly and completely in the touch of his protector.

"If you say so." But there was that smile in Conrart's voice, the same that was still curling the corners of the boy's lips. A hand slipped upwards from beneath the edge of the sheets, caressing the pale column of Yuuri's throat before a thumb swept the length of those velvety lips.

Yuuri couldn't help himself, his mouth closed around a digit, sucking on it strongly as Conrart continued to work him into a feverish state as well. One by one he licked and nibbled on the fingers that touched his mouth, dampening the tips of them, enjoying the warm spicy taste of the man on his tongue. Protesting when the large hand pulled away, he squirmed when a wet digit circled a reddened and teased nipple, pinching it hard and getting a bark of stinging pleasure from the boy's throat, his head thrust itself backwards into the softness beneath it.

That hand disappeared under the covers again, a pressure soon forming around the tight entrance between the boy's thighs, marking him squirm in confusion for a moment. The free palm pressed flat against the tormented bud, keeping Yuuri still as it slowly rubbed against his heaving chest in soothing circles, stimulating first one nub then the other.

"Relax… easy…"

The Maou reached out, managing to flip the covers back, watching the yellowed fabric slide down those broad shoulders, the silky brown strands pooling around his length as the underside was nibbled, his balls soon being sucked and lapped until his length was positively twitching straight up from his hips.

Their gazes met again, just as that damp fingertip pressed inwards, stretching the boy's passage outwards, curling just enough to strike sensitive bundle of nerves and it was enough to set Yuuri off. With a cry of his warrior's name cracking through the air, his hips arched, back curving as his head thrust itself back, obsidian eyes wide and surprised. The release struck so fast that Yuuri didn't know what hit him, while lips closed around the tip, capturing every salty drop before it could fall onto the ivory white of the boy's exposed belly.

Stars flared and fluttered across Yuuri's vision as tingles of pleasure skittered up along every path of nerves as first one finger, then two… and finally a third continued the slow stretch of his body. A soft whimper escaped him as the heat left his length, his long lashes flickered against his deeply flushed cheeks, lifting slowly as he watched Conrart lift upwards and covered him like a blanket, encouraging him to wrap his legs around the strong waist. Something throbbed against his thigh, sliding down until it pressed against the stretched entrance into his body, pausing just there.

"Yuuri…" That mouth was back, lingering first against the corner of his lips before slowly sliding across them, devouring him slowly. "Love… my Love…"

"Yes."

"Thankyou."

The hard pressure increased, a hand slipping beneath the warm rear, lifting his hips just enough to allow the hot length of the soldier to slowly slide into the tight body beneath him.

Dark eyes widened, when realisation struck, his body shivering as his hands curled against broad shoulders, nails digging in as Conrart cradled him, warming every inch of pale skin, while his body was being claimed. It was a hot slide, the friction making both of them tremble, muscles twitching and tightening in an attempt to resist the invasion.

"No… relax, Yuu, just relax your body for me…" Nuzzling the wild dark strands, the soldier's mouth feathered about the boy's ear, his nose being pressed against the silken locks, inhaling the sweet scent of the shampoo that lingered on the raven length.

"You… you're too big…"

"No, I'm not… we fit perfectly together."

"Too big…" Gasping softly, his body jerked when a hand closed around his length again, stroking him quickly, distracting him until that length was buried to the hilt inside of him, sheathed within his flesh. "Conrart… so full…"

"As you should be, Love." And the soldier was soon rocking, penetrating more deeply with each thrust, his hips shifting downwards, changing angle and with each movement drew a sharp cry of pleasure from his smaller lover, knowing that there was no sound that could compare to that one. It was intoxicating, the whimpering pleas for more that were soon tumbling form those wet, trembling lips.

Thrusting deeply, his body arched and shuddered as hands scooted over his skin, rubbing and stroking, at some moments attempting to claw at him, drawing him down closer. In that moment, Conrart no longer felt the string of hatred so many had directed at him, in the arms of his young lover, he found all the acceptance he had always craved desperately. "Am… I enough…?"

Dark eyes blinked slightly, before Yuuri's arm hooked around the back of Conrart's neck, pulling his face down into the warm crook of the Maou's throat, cradling him there as their bodies writhed together, sweat slick skin slowly in a slow erotic display of ecstasy and love. "You have always been enough. No matter what, Conrart, your love and strength is enough. I believe in that." There was no other that could get close to this… no matter how Wolfram or Gwendal or even Yozak had protected him, it was Conrart's sword and affections that had protected him. "I believe in you."

Their bodies were moving together, hips joining and rocking, the flow of their movements a sensual dance for the senses. Powerful muscles rippled as the soldier thrust harder, gaining himself a happy gasp from the boy, tanned skin mingled with white, lithe bodies formed into only one being.

Conrart groaned out softly against the warmth of that jaw, eyes shut while he buried himself deeply into the willing body beneath him, their shared pleasure rolling over them in waves, hot and welcoming.

Yuuri came hard, muscles clenching tightly around the invading length, drawing it in as deeply as possible. Warmth spilling over Conrart's fingers and against both their bellies, and the sight of his lover coming like that was enough to draw the soldier over the edge, with one last hard thrust, he buried himself deeply, spilling out a wave of heat deep within that trembling body. Their cries filled the cabin, the two surging together in one long restless waltz of pleasure before collapsing down onto the sheets beneath, exhausted and both sliding into sleep curled about one another.

The first thought that flickered through Conrart Weller's mind was that for once in his life he felt warm. Inhaling deeply as sleep slowly began to lift from his senses, his entire body arched and a sweet scent tickled his senses… or was that soft strands brushing against his cheek?

Brown eyes blinked once, vision blurry for a moment, a dark mass filling most of his eyesight until he lifted his head just enough to catch the look at the most beautiful visage he had ever beheld. Yuuri's sleeping face, relaxed and untroubled. Those dark eyes closed and a healthy flush running across the pale cheeks, his hand lifted upwards, a fingertip tenderly tracing across the ivory skin, appreciating its softness. How often had he desired this? To awaken and find Yuuri where he belonged, tucked back in his arms?

That realisation jolted him completely into alertness as he became extremely aware of exactly what position he was in. His hips shifted slightly and he immediately felt muscles clench tightly around the slowly hardening length, tightening like steel bands around him and preventing him from pulling out of the slender body. Dark marks marred the pale skin, marks of possession and…

Had he?

Terror tore clear through his heart at the sight of the beautiful boy beneath him, naked and still holding him within that clenching passage. Both of his hands were shaking as they lifted to lightly cup that beautiful face, trembling so hard that he thought he would break apart. His mind was hazy, memories… or dream of heated love swimming through his thoughts. It couldn't be real… It… couldn't… Yuuri would… His Maou… would not have feelings for him like that, even through his heart rebelled against the idea, shouting that Yuuri did love him.

Kiss bruised lips parted, dark eyes slowly beginning to open, raven lashes brushing against flushed cheeks as the slender body arched against his own and settled back down into the blankets beneath his powerful frame. A smile curved the corners of that mouth, a heated look being given to him.

Oh… god… That well-loved look was written all over that sweet face, the satisfaction of someone that had enjoyed the pleasures of the body.

"Good morning."

A shiver fluttered down Conrart's spine at that sexy tone, one that was directed at him. How could… Yuuri? How could…?

"I…" His voice was shaking, but his body was still trembling like a leaf in a bitterly cold wind.

"Conrart?" Worry instantly replaced the satisfied smile, hands immediately lifting to cradle his face, stilling him and preventing him from retreating. "You're shaking…"

"What… happened?"

"Don't you remember how we got here?" Raven brows pressed together in concern, before he was leaning up, pressing a heated kiss against Conrart's still lips before glancing about the place. "You're safe. We're in the cabin we found… You were wounded…"

"Wounded…?" The stinging in his shoulder instantly reminding him of the arrow that had caught him, the sudden cold… the drop into the icy lake… Yes… the snowy forest and the abandoned cabin. Yuuri watching over him, guarding him from the cold and the darkness.

A flustered smile touched the corners of his lips as fingertips found the scratches that he had left in Conrart's skin during their rather… energetic coupling. The colour immediately deepened as he realised that his lover had not actually pulled out of him. But his arms wrapped tightly around the much larger body, tugging Conrart downwards against him, rubbing his palms up and down the length of the man's spine, cradling him as best he could. "You're okay."

Conrart was started by the action, yet after only a second even his powerful frame melted into the comfort offered to him, his arms sliding around the Maou, burying his face back against the slender throat. Though his body still felt too hot from the rush of fever that seemed to have struck him the night before, the memories of those hours in the darkness of this cabin filtered back into his thoughts, relaxing him and soothing his troubled soul.

Their legs were tangled together, Yuuri's ankles still hooked behind his thighs, holding him there. It felt so right.

"Sorry, Yuuri… it seems my mind is slower than the rest of me."

"Completely understandable." A hand swept the brown strands out of cinnamon eyes tenderly, thumb tracing the length of the scar idly with a touch of amusement hinting at the corners of his lips. The soldier leaned into the caress, eyes darkening as he practically purred out the boy's name…

Suddenly the door whipped open beneath them, a flash of cold spearing into the relative warmth of the cabin. The fire in the hearth flickering wildly as the wind whipped at the logs and the licking flames. And Conrart was about to push himself upwards, his hand slipping across the floor, looking for anything to use as a weapon against whoever had intruded on them, only to freeze for a moment as Yozak hovered in the doorway, blue eyes wide as he stared at the scene before him.

With a low growl, Conrart drew the blankets up around himself and Yuuri, an arm wrapping around the boy's slender shoulders and drawing him protectively against his chest, cinnamon eyes snapping cold fire at his friend.

"Well… damn!" Yozak let out a bark of laughter as he leaned against the doorframe, gazing at the pair with a sparkling burning in that warm gaze. "Captain… I didn't know you had it in you."

"Yozak!"

"Okay… okay…"

"Yuuri? Weller?" The bright blond of Wolfram's head appeared to bob just behind Yozak's shoulder, the noble just about to shove the taller warrior aside to get a view when Yozak spun, body filling the doorway and preventing him from getting a look at the two naked and entangled lovers curled beneath the sheets.

Embarrassed, Yuuri flushed red hot.

Conrart gazed down at him for a long moment, swallowing hard at the look that crossed the boy's face. His heart sinking like a stone. "If… you…"

Yuuri's chin immediately clenched, shaking his head once, he tugged Conrart's head down sharply, kissing him fiercely, silencing both of their worries with that one action. "I don't regret anything that happened between us." His voice was quiet so that only Conrart could hear, while he squirmed slightly, knowing that both of them had to find their clothes before Wolfram got past Yozak. "I love you."

The soldier returned the kiss, cradling the dark head in his palm, a smile returning to his lips as he heard Wolfram snarling for Yozak to get out of his way. "As I you, my Beloved King."

And both of them couldn't help but thank fate for once for intervening and giving them exactly what they needed. Each other.

LOOOOL XD CAUGHT! *rofl* hhehehehe I just couldn't help myself. But XD I love this chapter! And I think this is a good little one that left me smiling as I finished it.