[Fic] Moonlight Secrets
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poisonangelTitle: Moonlight Secrets
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters/Pairing: Conrad/Alford/Yuuri
Rating: R
Warnings: Threesome
Author's Note: This fic is ENTIRELY![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sagemuraken's fault no matter what he says! ^_~
Yuuri wondered why Yozak had seemed so out of sorts when he asked where Conrad and Alford had gone. It really wasn’t like Conrad to leave his side for very long. And with Wolfram’s loud snoring, he couldn’t be expected to just turn in early for the night. And when the spy muttered something to him about Conrad and Alford finishing that duel of theirs, Yuuri knew he couldn’t just tuck himself back into his sleeping bag. What if they got too serious and hurt each other?
Besides, adventure trumped counting T-Zhous any day.
The forest was dark, but the moon was nearly full and light filtered in through the leaves, casting slowly dancing patterns over everything. Yuuri made his way toward the river where he knew there was a clearing and the light would reflect more brightly off the surface of the water.
His deductive reasoning paid off as he heard panting ahead of him on the path. They must really have gotten into the duel, he thought. Not wanting to spook either of them while they had their swords in hand, he took softer steps, trying hard to avoid dry sticks and leaves underfoot as Gunter had valiantly tried to teach him with limited success.
Reaching a tall shrubbery which blocked him from view of the flat land below his position, he peered into the darkness, finally making out two forms. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the surroundings. He had expected the clash of metal and plenty of movement as they parried, but instead, both men seemed to be rather close and almost stationary, pressed up against a tree. But there was some movement. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like Conrad’s arm was pumping up and down. What would he be doing?
There was a documentary Yuuri remembered watching once on one of those channels that taught you how things were made. It was about tapping trees for sap. Maybe he was going to make some syrup for tomorrow’s breakfast?
Still, that didn’t seem completely likely. Although the thought did make Yuuri somewhat hungry.
Quietly, the young Maou slipped around the bushes to get closer. On several occasions he considered just calling out to them, but something in the back of his mind made him hold his tongue.
He could hear them more clearly from his new position. They weren’t speaking, but Alford was breathing a little raggedly. Yuuri’s eyes slowly swept downward, realizing that Conrad’s hand was nestled inside of the human’s pants as he deftly moved his fist between them.
The Maou could feel a gasp freeze in his throat. He had never seen something like this in person. He had never really even seen something like this in pictures except when seemingly innocent internet searches and collecting a bizarre collection of banner ads. But this was far more real than any of that, and far more graphic than anything he’d seen over Shouri’s shoulder on his computer.
He knew he should turn around and leave. He didn’t want to be seeing something like this. Alford was a hero and Conrad was…well…Conrad was his Conrad.
He would have turned to flee except that his feet were completely affixed to the spot. And his heart started pounding so loudly in his chest that he was sure he’d be caught. He wasn’t sure why the thought of being caught seemed so much worse than the realization of what he had found. But somehow he felt very much that he was in the wrong in this situation.
He could have averted his eyes. He could have turned away, but neither thought occurred to him. He only watched more intently and when the ground relinquished control of his legs they traitorously carried him closer to the pair instead of further, but he was much too close for comfort now. Even distracted as they were, the finely honed instincts of both men could detect Yuuri’s less than delicate footfalls.
Conrad seemed to know immediately who their visitor was. He smoothly removed his hand, producing a final wet sound as it was freed. Turning, he gave the once again frozen Maou a smile that belied the situation. It was as if by simply ignoring the facts they would become inconsequential. Yuuri was less collected as was Alford who quickly straightened and fastened his clothing as he tried to shrink behind the tree.
“Good evening, Your Highness. Can I help you?”
Yuuri just stared for a moment before replying in an uneven tone, “I thought maybe I could help you.”
It was a left over sentiment from when he thought the two men were having a very different kind of swordfight, but the statement hung in the air, met by a stupefied silence.
Yuuri walked closer to Conrad, wanting to break the quiet surrounding him through sheer force, especially since he no longer trusted his voice.
“Your Majes…”
“I told you, Conrad.” The black hair boy stopped in front of him. “You named me.”
“…Yuuri.”
He wasn’t sure what made him do it. He blamed the same force that kept him moving forward and made him say that ridiculous thing. He had to blame something, because pushing himself up on his toes to kiss the soldier was something he never could have done on his own. Clearly, the Maou or Shinou or Soushu or something had possessed him. Clearly… And yet all of the fast, random thoughts that had been swirling around in his brain so quickly that they hurt his head as they slammed against his the inside of his skull just fell into place quietly.
For a moment there was only this soft touch.
His first kiss was nothing like he had expected and yet it was exactly what he’d always wanted without knowing it. Pulling back, he looked into those warm brown eyes that had been watching out for him and over him since he had arrived in this strange world with its flying bones and smelly paint and dangerous flatware. “You’re too tall.”
Conrad looked surprised, shocked even, but a smile, a real one slowly replaced everything else. “I’m sorry Your….Yuuri. I’ll bend down.”
“We’d be the same height if we were sitting down.” He would really have to do something about this possession!
This time it was Alford’s turn to make a surprised sound. The human had been debating his course of action and had just decided retreat was in order, but he felt a hand on his jacket. He thought maybe it was Conrad’s at first, but it belonged to the boy king—the same person he had once sought to destroy for being a force of malevolence.
Suddenly all of that seemed like a very, very long time ago indeed. In fact everything in his life felt distant at this moment—his father’s teachings, his goal of becoming a true hero, the camp with everyone else hopefully asleep. “I’ll stay if you want me to.” With everything so distant, what could this hurt? As Conrad had whispered against his ear earlier, the moonlight would keep their secrets.
The three men sank into the soft grace at the river’s bank. Yuuri had settled himself between them, feeling both bold and shy at the same time. There had been a connection to Conrad since the moment they met. He was drawn to him. He had never considered it might be attraction. He still wasn’t sure that it was, and yet he knew he felt comfortable and at ease with Conrad in a way he never could around anyone else.
That familiarity was keeping him from hyperventilating or deferring to the Maou or any one of a hundred other extreme things that seemed to make more sense than leaning into another kiss with the soldier, but that is what he did.
Conrad forced himself to refrain from shuddering. There was too much emotion in this, too much at stake, too much baggage. This was very different than the act Yuuri had caught him at. That was fun. That was release. That was control.
This was Yuuri—his Yuuri who would never be his for so many reasons other than Wolfram.
A warm hand slid across his thigh. He wasn’t sure who it belonged to, but he accepted it, allowing it to skim along from outer to inner thigh.
The situation was impossible. There was no other word for it. It simply couldn’t be happening, so it wasn’t. And if it wasn’t happening, then there was no reason not to enjoy it.
The moonlight saw it all—the discarded clothes, the tangled limbs, and the half-spoken words. It would keep their secrets, but could the same be said of the redhead spying from Yuuri’s previous position behind the bushes or would they gain another participant?
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters/Pairing: Conrad/Alford/Yuuri
Rating: R
Warnings: Threesome
Author's Note: This fic is ENTIRELY
sagemuraken's fault no matter what he says! ^_~Yuuri wondered why Yozak had seemed so out of sorts when he asked where Conrad and Alford had gone. It really wasn’t like Conrad to leave his side for very long. And with Wolfram’s loud snoring, he couldn’t be expected to just turn in early for the night. And when the spy muttered something to him about Conrad and Alford finishing that duel of theirs, Yuuri knew he couldn’t just tuck himself back into his sleeping bag. What if they got too serious and hurt each other?
Besides, adventure trumped counting T-Zhous any day.
The forest was dark, but the moon was nearly full and light filtered in through the leaves, casting slowly dancing patterns over everything. Yuuri made his way toward the river where he knew there was a clearing and the light would reflect more brightly off the surface of the water.
His deductive reasoning paid off as he heard panting ahead of him on the path. They must really have gotten into the duel, he thought. Not wanting to spook either of them while they had their swords in hand, he took softer steps, trying hard to avoid dry sticks and leaves underfoot as Gunter had valiantly tried to teach him with limited success.
Reaching a tall shrubbery which blocked him from view of the flat land below his position, he peered into the darkness, finally making out two forms. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the surroundings. He had expected the clash of metal and plenty of movement as they parried, but instead, both men seemed to be rather close and almost stationary, pressed up against a tree. But there was some movement. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like Conrad’s arm was pumping up and down. What would he be doing?
There was a documentary Yuuri remembered watching once on one of those channels that taught you how things were made. It was about tapping trees for sap. Maybe he was going to make some syrup for tomorrow’s breakfast?
Still, that didn’t seem completely likely. Although the thought did make Yuuri somewhat hungry.
Quietly, the young Maou slipped around the bushes to get closer. On several occasions he considered just calling out to them, but something in the back of his mind made him hold his tongue.
He could hear them more clearly from his new position. They weren’t speaking, but Alford was breathing a little raggedly. Yuuri’s eyes slowly swept downward, realizing that Conrad’s hand was nestled inside of the human’s pants as he deftly moved his fist between them.
The Maou could feel a gasp freeze in his throat. He had never seen something like this in person. He had never really even seen something like this in pictures except when seemingly innocent internet searches and collecting a bizarre collection of banner ads. But this was far more real than any of that, and far more graphic than anything he’d seen over Shouri’s shoulder on his computer.
He knew he should turn around and leave. He didn’t want to be seeing something like this. Alford was a hero and Conrad was…well…Conrad was his Conrad.
He would have turned to flee except that his feet were completely affixed to the spot. And his heart started pounding so loudly in his chest that he was sure he’d be caught. He wasn’t sure why the thought of being caught seemed so much worse than the realization of what he had found. But somehow he felt very much that he was in the wrong in this situation.
He could have averted his eyes. He could have turned away, but neither thought occurred to him. He only watched more intently and when the ground relinquished control of his legs they traitorously carried him closer to the pair instead of further, but he was much too close for comfort now. Even distracted as they were, the finely honed instincts of both men could detect Yuuri’s less than delicate footfalls.
Conrad seemed to know immediately who their visitor was. He smoothly removed his hand, producing a final wet sound as it was freed. Turning, he gave the once again frozen Maou a smile that belied the situation. It was as if by simply ignoring the facts they would become inconsequential. Yuuri was less collected as was Alford who quickly straightened and fastened his clothing as he tried to shrink behind the tree.
“Good evening, Your Highness. Can I help you?”
Yuuri just stared for a moment before replying in an uneven tone, “I thought maybe I could help you.”
It was a left over sentiment from when he thought the two men were having a very different kind of swordfight, but the statement hung in the air, met by a stupefied silence.
Yuuri walked closer to Conrad, wanting to break the quiet surrounding him through sheer force, especially since he no longer trusted his voice.
“Your Majes…”
“I told you, Conrad.” The black hair boy stopped in front of him. “You named me.”
“…Yuuri.”
He wasn’t sure what made him do it. He blamed the same force that kept him moving forward and made him say that ridiculous thing. He had to blame something, because pushing himself up on his toes to kiss the soldier was something he never could have done on his own. Clearly, the Maou or Shinou or Soushu or something had possessed him. Clearly… And yet all of the fast, random thoughts that had been swirling around in his brain so quickly that they hurt his head as they slammed against his the inside of his skull just fell into place quietly.
For a moment there was only this soft touch.
His first kiss was nothing like he had expected and yet it was exactly what he’d always wanted without knowing it. Pulling back, he looked into those warm brown eyes that had been watching out for him and over him since he had arrived in this strange world with its flying bones and smelly paint and dangerous flatware. “You’re too tall.”
Conrad looked surprised, shocked even, but a smile, a real one slowly replaced everything else. “I’m sorry Your….Yuuri. I’ll bend down.”
“We’d be the same height if we were sitting down.” He would really have to do something about this possession!
This time it was Alford’s turn to make a surprised sound. The human had been debating his course of action and had just decided retreat was in order, but he felt a hand on his jacket. He thought maybe it was Conrad’s at first, but it belonged to the boy king—the same person he had once sought to destroy for being a force of malevolence.
Suddenly all of that seemed like a very, very long time ago indeed. In fact everything in his life felt distant at this moment—his father’s teachings, his goal of becoming a true hero, the camp with everyone else hopefully asleep. “I’ll stay if you want me to.” With everything so distant, what could this hurt? As Conrad had whispered against his ear earlier, the moonlight would keep their secrets.
The three men sank into the soft grace at the river’s bank. Yuuri had settled himself between them, feeling both bold and shy at the same time. There had been a connection to Conrad since the moment they met. He was drawn to him. He had never considered it might be attraction. He still wasn’t sure that it was, and yet he knew he felt comfortable and at ease with Conrad in a way he never could around anyone else.
That familiarity was keeping him from hyperventilating or deferring to the Maou or any one of a hundred other extreme things that seemed to make more sense than leaning into another kiss with the soldier, but that is what he did.
Conrad forced himself to refrain from shuddering. There was too much emotion in this, too much at stake, too much baggage. This was very different than the act Yuuri had caught him at. That was fun. That was release. That was control.
This was Yuuri—his Yuuri who would never be his for so many reasons other than Wolfram.
A warm hand slid across his thigh. He wasn’t sure who it belonged to, but he accepted it, allowing it to skim along from outer to inner thigh.
The situation was impossible. There was no other word for it. It simply couldn’t be happening, so it wasn’t. And if it wasn’t happening, then there was no reason not to enjoy it.
The moonlight saw it all—the discarded clothes, the tangled limbs, and the half-spoken words. It would keep their secrets, but could the same be said of the redhead spying from Yuuri’s previous position behind the bushes or would they gain another participant?
