[Fic] Broken Pedestal, R (Conrad/Alford)
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Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Alford
Word Count: 1,106
Rating: R
Any Warnings: Sexual content
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kkm_challenge's The Ultimate KKM Challenge.
Rattle the one who's shadow
You're standing in
Under the branches after
It's been raining
On your flame.
I wanna be near you
And blink in your light.
~ The Flame by Bell X1
The first time they met, he was knocked unconscious, stripped of his holy sword, and left bound upon the ground.
If you had told Alford Markina then that such an encounter would set the tone for an on again, off again relationship with a half-blood prince of Shin Makoku, he wouldn’t have believed you.
Of course, he’d also recently been fooled by a deceitful redhead at that point, and his trust was coming at a higher premium.
Even then as the would be hero struggled to make sense of Yuuri as the fierce, cutthroat maou he’d always been warned about, there was something about the quiet, smiling sentry at his side.
There was a knowing glint in his eyes and a strange kindness that did not fit with the situation and was not shared by any other aside from the peculiar maou. Later, he would learn the reason for the knowing glances. He’d been in the company of the very man his father had spoken of so highly.
The respect he had already been building for the man tripled in an instant when he realized his father—a true hero—had been unable to defeat this man in an honorable challenge.
He had been content to watch the older man, hoping to learn from him just by being in his presence. When their eyes would meet Alford would shy away, but Conrad’s smile only deepened.
The second time they met by chance along a trade route. Conrad told him Yuuri was spending some time at home. He hadn’t elaborated even though the human was confused about why the maou would have a home other than Shin Makoku.
Since they were going the same direction for a short time, he found himself with a rare opportunity to spend time alone with the man he had already come to admire so greatly. They talked of swordfights and politics and battle as Conrad humored the boy’s enthusiastic questions. Then the older man asked about his father and their conversation turned toward their families and then to travel and tea and mundane things, but somehow nothing felt mundane to the human as they traversed the trail.
There was a moment when their hands brushed against each other and a light blush stained Alford’s cheeks. Conrad looked at him with that same warm smile and Alford was sure he felt his heart stop beating for just a moment. But a moment later the older brunet continued along the path and the young man released the breath he’d been holding and followed along behind him.
Weeks later Alford would still wonder what could have happened in that moment if he’d just been a little braver.
But it would be months before he would learn the answer.
The third time their paths crossed was on a cold day in Dai Shimeron.
It seemed as if all days in Dai Shimeron were abnormally cold. While he’d never complain of discomfort, he greatly preferred his travels in the south. Still, he was lucky to have his fur lined boots and thick, tan poncho to protect him from the elements.
It was almost surprising, as covered up as he was, that the palace guard took notice of him. And it wasn’t until the guard’s hand was upon his shoulder that Alford saw past the uniform to the familiar face.
Conrad led him to a dingy room in a seedy inn. The other man looked unusually pristine in contrast with his white jacket with yellow and grey trim. But it wasn’t the change of uniform that surprised Alford the most.
The smile was missing. That warm, knowing smile that had filled his mind on more than one lonely night of travel was starkly absent from the soldier’s lips.
And without warning, those unsmiling lips were upon him—sucking and biting at his skin. Calloused hands pushed him down to the squeaky mattress
Alford’s questions were dismissed as his body was ravaged. The room was an orchestra of ripping cloth, slapping skin, and hurried grunts and pleas.
He expected the more experienced soldier to take him, but he changed their positions and rebuked him for every gentle touch.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
Everything about the experience was rough and raw and the more punishment Conrad took, the more he seemed at peace.
A panting, confused Alford lay exhaustedly against the sheets as he watched the other man slowly replace his uniform. The pleats were crisp, the fabric was starched, the colors and stitching were flawless. It still looked perfect, but the man underneath it seemed somewhat damaged.
The human spent three weeks longer in that cold territory hoping for a word with the half Mazoku, but he didn’t see him again before departing for warm places.
The fourth time they met was filled with more darkness and danger, but this time, luckily, it wasn’t coming from within the soldier.
Once again, Alford had been parted from his holy sword. He watched as a mysterious figure used it in ways he had never imagined both in terms of power and in the devastation he wrought.
Determined to reclaim it and protect the people who were being harmed by the sword’s ancient powers, Alford joined forces with Conrad and his entourage once again.
With as dire as the situation was, he couldn’t help but notice the change that had overcome him since their last encounter. Or, perhaps, he was noticing the change had slipped away.
He wondered what it would mean for their next chance to be alone, but he didn’t wonder long. This time Conrad’s hands were gentle as they pulled away his clothing. There was a sense of urgency, knowing they couldn’t be gone long without attracting unwanted attention from the prince’s friends, but there was nothing in Conrad’s demeanor that made the experience feel rushed.
His kisses were tender and his eyes were soft, perhaps even apologetic. But there was no need to be sorry. The human had forgiven the other man for not living up to the paragon of righteousness and respectability that he had decided Conrad was in their very first meeting.
Conrad wasn’t perfect. He might not have been a hero, but he was much stronger and better than he gave himself credit for.
So, while Alford no longer idolized him, that wouldn’t stop him from worshiping his body now and praying for their next meeting.
Author’s Note: The first encounter takes place in episodes 19-20. The second and third encounters are fictional. The final encounter takes place during episodes 54-55.
poisonangel7Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Alford
Word Count: 1,106
Rating: R
Any Warnings: Sexual content
Author's Note: Written for
kkm_challenge's The Ultimate KKM Challenge.Rattle the one who's shadow
You're standing in
Under the branches after
It's been raining
On your flame.
I wanna be near you
And blink in your light.
~ The Flame by Bell X1
The first time they met, he was knocked unconscious, stripped of his holy sword, and left bound upon the ground.
If you had told Alford Markina then that such an encounter would set the tone for an on again, off again relationship with a half-blood prince of Shin Makoku, he wouldn’t have believed you.
Of course, he’d also recently been fooled by a deceitful redhead at that point, and his trust was coming at a higher premium.
Even then as the would be hero struggled to make sense of Yuuri as the fierce, cutthroat maou he’d always been warned about, there was something about the quiet, smiling sentry at his side.
There was a knowing glint in his eyes and a strange kindness that did not fit with the situation and was not shared by any other aside from the peculiar maou. Later, he would learn the reason for the knowing glances. He’d been in the company of the very man his father had spoken of so highly.
The respect he had already been building for the man tripled in an instant when he realized his father—a true hero—had been unable to defeat this man in an honorable challenge.
He had been content to watch the older man, hoping to learn from him just by being in his presence. When their eyes would meet Alford would shy away, but Conrad’s smile only deepened.
The second time they met by chance along a trade route. Conrad told him Yuuri was spending some time at home. He hadn’t elaborated even though the human was confused about why the maou would have a home other than Shin Makoku.
Since they were going the same direction for a short time, he found himself with a rare opportunity to spend time alone with the man he had already come to admire so greatly. They talked of swordfights and politics and battle as Conrad humored the boy’s enthusiastic questions. Then the older man asked about his father and their conversation turned toward their families and then to travel and tea and mundane things, but somehow nothing felt mundane to the human as they traversed the trail.
There was a moment when their hands brushed against each other and a light blush stained Alford’s cheeks. Conrad looked at him with that same warm smile and Alford was sure he felt his heart stop beating for just a moment. But a moment later the older brunet continued along the path and the young man released the breath he’d been holding and followed along behind him.
Weeks later Alford would still wonder what could have happened in that moment if he’d just been a little braver.
But it would be months before he would learn the answer.
The third time their paths crossed was on a cold day in Dai Shimeron.
It seemed as if all days in Dai Shimeron were abnormally cold. While he’d never complain of discomfort, he greatly preferred his travels in the south. Still, he was lucky to have his fur lined boots and thick, tan poncho to protect him from the elements.
It was almost surprising, as covered up as he was, that the palace guard took notice of him. And it wasn’t until the guard’s hand was upon his shoulder that Alford saw past the uniform to the familiar face.
Conrad led him to a dingy room in a seedy inn. The other man looked unusually pristine in contrast with his white jacket with yellow and grey trim. But it wasn’t the change of uniform that surprised Alford the most.
The smile was missing. That warm, knowing smile that had filled his mind on more than one lonely night of travel was starkly absent from the soldier’s lips.
And without warning, those unsmiling lips were upon him—sucking and biting at his skin. Calloused hands pushed him down to the squeaky mattress
Alford’s questions were dismissed as his body was ravaged. The room was an orchestra of ripping cloth, slapping skin, and hurried grunts and pleas.
He expected the more experienced soldier to take him, but he changed their positions and rebuked him for every gentle touch.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
Everything about the experience was rough and raw and the more punishment Conrad took, the more he seemed at peace.
A panting, confused Alford lay exhaustedly against the sheets as he watched the other man slowly replace his uniform. The pleats were crisp, the fabric was starched, the colors and stitching were flawless. It still looked perfect, but the man underneath it seemed somewhat damaged.
The human spent three weeks longer in that cold territory hoping for a word with the half Mazoku, but he didn’t see him again before departing for warm places.
The fourth time they met was filled with more darkness and danger, but this time, luckily, it wasn’t coming from within the soldier.
Once again, Alford had been parted from his holy sword. He watched as a mysterious figure used it in ways he had never imagined both in terms of power and in the devastation he wrought.
Determined to reclaim it and protect the people who were being harmed by the sword’s ancient powers, Alford joined forces with Conrad and his entourage once again.
With as dire as the situation was, he couldn’t help but notice the change that had overcome him since their last encounter. Or, perhaps, he was noticing the change had slipped away.
He wondered what it would mean for their next chance to be alone, but he didn’t wonder long. This time Conrad’s hands were gentle as they pulled away his clothing. There was a sense of urgency, knowing they couldn’t be gone long without attracting unwanted attention from the prince’s friends, but there was nothing in Conrad’s demeanor that made the experience feel rushed.
His kisses were tender and his eyes were soft, perhaps even apologetic. But there was no need to be sorry. The human had forgiven the other man for not living up to the paragon of righteousness and respectability that he had decided Conrad was in their very first meeting.
Conrad wasn’t perfect. He might not have been a hero, but he was much stronger and better than he gave himself credit for.
So, while Alford no longer idolized him, that wouldn’t stop him from worshiping his body now and praying for their next meeting.
Author’s Note: The first encounter takes place in episodes 19-20. The second and third encounters are fictional. The final encounter takes place during episodes 54-55.
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Date: 2010-04-25 03:32 am (UTC)Anyway, this was fantastically written! I'm sorry I can't offer more than a measly little comment, but I really did love this. Definitely mem'd. <3
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Date: 2010-04-25 05:50 am (UTC)