Tension Tamer

A/N: Hey you guys. I hope you like this part. It’s the last chapter. And I do apologize again to those of you that love Wolfram as much as I do. Shocked? Yes, I do love the little blighter. He’s cute. But this is a request. My friend asked—more like demanded—a Gwendel/Yuuri story. And when el presidente makes a demand, I cannot refuse. So. In this fic, Wolfram gets the boot, as much as it pains me to do it.

Oh. And Gwendel without the uniform jacket and shirt partially unbuttoned with hair down…I want to die…

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Chapter 2: Knitting…a Pretense.

By the time he was halfway to Gwendel’s office, he was dreading the meeting. He could not imagine Gwendel playing footsie with him, but on the off chance that it was him, how could he possibly be alone with him? Would he molest him again? Did he even mind? Yuuri was so deep in his thoughts that he bumped right into someone. His apology died on his tongue when he met purple eyes.

“Your Majesty, are you all right? You look a little flushed.” The amused tone of Günter’s voice gave him pause. Dealing with this man would have to be different than the way he had handled Wolfram, or he was going to die of embarrassment. Yuuri nearly snorted. He would probably die of mortification either way, but he decided that the direct approach was best.

Taking Günter by the arm, he pulled him into a nearby room. The spare bedroom had sheets thrown over all of the furniture to prevent it from getting too dusty. It looked like a room full of ghosts. “Günter,” he said in a tone of apprehension, “something happened at dinner tonight…” The violet stare focused more keenly on him. “I felt…I felt someone’s…foot.”

“A foot?” Günter asked, puzzled.

“Yes, Günter, a foot. It did things…to me, that I was unaware a foot could do.” Yuuri fixed him with an earnest gaze. “Was it you?”

A faint tinge of pink came over Günter’s face, and he stammered. “I assure you, Your Majesty…it was not my doing. I would never dream of attempting anything of that sort without your permission.” Günter then said in a quieter tone, “It is not that I would not want to…I find you to be very beautiful, and desirable…but I simply cannot bring myself to take advantage of you, Your Majesty.”

Stunned, Yuuri blinked. That meant…oh, dear. “Thank you, Günter…I have to go…I’ve an appointment with Gwendel…” He exited the room and moved in an almost dreamlike state through the hallways until finally, he arrived at the door to Gwendel’s study. His hand rested for a long moment on the handle of the door before he pushed at it, and the thing swung inward easily.

He found the general seated by the fireplace, sipping a cup of tea. Gwendel was not wearing his uniform coat, and his shirt had the first few buttons undone. Blue eyes turned to look at him, and Yuuri held his breath. “Come in, Your Majesty.” The man gestured toward a chair opposite his, and Yuuri took it reluctantly. “Would you like some tea?”

Yuuri blinked. Gwendel was acting completely normal, as if he had not molested Yuuri’s most intimate body parts under the dinner table where anyone could see if they looked. Well, if he wanted to play ignorant, that was fine. Two can play that game. “Yes, please,” he said as calmly as he could. Gwendel stood and moved to the other side of the room, pouring tea from a blue china pot into a clean cup. When offered sugar, Yuuri declined. Yuuri leaned back in his chair, and accepted the cup on its saucer. “Thank you, Gwendel,” he said as the man took his seat once more.

For the first time, he noticed that the usual ponytail was absent, and Gwendel’s hair hung loosely. Yuuri sipped his tea, trying to relax. It was difficult, with the way Gwendel looked at him every now and again. He was sure he saw a smile at the edges of usually stern lips as the older man sipped his tea. As the cup was set aside, Gwendel’s low voice said, “You seem…tense, Your Majesty.”

Laughing nervously, Yuuri said, “I suppose I am, a bit. It’s been a long day.”

Gwendel nodded. “Yes…it has at that. Shall we begin your lesson?”

Yuuri’s nod was slow, and he watched as Gwendel moved to the very back of the room, opening a cupboard and withdrawing a basket. Carrying it carefully, he came to sit with Yuuri once again. The basket contained several different colors of yarn, and a few sets of knitting needles. The set that he handed Yuuri was orange, and had little cats on the blunt ends. “These are children’s needles, Your Highness. They’re the ones I used when I was a boy. Anissina taught me…” He gestured that the younger man was to pick a yarn, and Yuuri chose one that was bright blue. Gwendel removed a set of silver needles from the basket, and a ball of black yarn. He took the end of the yarn, winding it around two of his fingers one time. “The first thing you do is make a loop. It is similar to a slip-knot.” Once he made this loop, he put one needle through it, tightening it slightly. This, he held in his left hand. “Now you try.” Yuuri did as he was told, mimicking Gwendel’s movements.

“Now, take the other needle, and push it through your loop, under the other. Good. The next step is to wrap the yarn around the needle in your right hand. Yes, that’s good Your Majesty.” Gwendel smiled as Yuuri followed his instructions. “Now pull that yarn back through the loop and slide the new loop onto the left needle.” As Yuuri concentrated on the yarn, he found that he had completely forgotten about any of the problems he’d worried over ten minutes ago. Perhaps there was something to this, after all. Gwendel began to speak again. “Now I want you to repeat that until you have about…ten loops on the left needle.”

Yuuri did as he was told, the bright orange painted needles making small clicking noises as he did. Soon, he had ten loops. Gwendel then instructed him in starting a new row. “Now, put the right needle through the loop on the end of the left needle, from the back. Wind the yarn around. Now, pull it through toward the back again, and leave that loop on the right needle. Do that until all of the loops are on the right.” Yuuri had to pay such close attention to his work that he did not notice anything else.

He did not, for instance, notice when Gwendel brought his chair nearer to better view his work. Nor did he see when the man stopped watching his hands and began paying rapt attention to the way his tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. When he had gotten all ten loops onto the right needle, he looked up at Gwendel for further instructions. Blue eyes were fixed on his mouth, and Yuuri swallowed hard. “Gwendel…what now?” He prayed that the man would snap out of whatever trance he was in and continue teaching him to knit. Please…please…

“Now,” strong hands took the needles and yarn away, “now, His Majesty can have a reward for learning so well.” Yuuri’s mouth dropped open. He was in shock. Gwendel’s eyes fixed once again on his lips. “What kind of reward would he like?”

Swallowing hard, Yuuri breathed, “It was you…at dinner…”

A quiet laugh came from Gwendel’s throat. “Yes…but I’m afraid that you were a bit confused, Your Majesty.” That was a statement Yuuri could not refute. He had been very confused indeed. “I believe you thought…it was my brother?” Yuuri could only nod. “My sincere apologies. Next time, I will ensure that there is no mistake.” Gwendel was very close now, and Yuuri could smell the faint tinge of cinnamon and spice.

“N…Next time?” He stammered, and then saw Gwendel coming even closer. “Gwendel, what are you doing?”

“His Majesty needs to relax. Do not worry about anything at all…only let me relax you.” He felt Gwendel’s hands running over his arms, up…until his face was cupped in two large palms. Their lips met, Gwendel feeling warm against his mouth, and tasting of sweetened tea. Yuuri’s bottom lip was slowly being nibbled and he couldn’t help but groan when it was sucked into Gwendel’s mouth. After a long moment, his mouth was released. “Does His Majesty like his reward?”

Yuuri’s mind had clouded over, a pleasant haze settling over his thoughts. “Oh, yes,” he breathed, barely able to keep his eyes open as he felt a hand settle into his lap kneading in a familiar way. His head fell backward, and he moaned, “Oh, God…that feels good…” Yuuri slid involuntarily down in the chair, his legs opening wider.

Gwendel’s voice was near his ear as he said, “Yuuri,” the use of his given name gave him a tiny jolt, bringing him a little way out of his euphoria. He looked at Gwendel’s face, and suddenly, the seductive glances were gone, and he was serious again. His hand had not stopped moving, though. “I…I want you.”

Black eyes widened at those words, but soon went back to being half-lidded as that hand kept up its work. “Ah…G-Gwendel…” The man’s blue eyes bored into his, and Yuuri was sure he had Gwendel’s undivided attention. “Why…why me?”

“Because you are beautiful,” his hand smoothed over Yuuri’s groin, causing the younger man to moan and arch his back, “and desirable…and you have the most wonderful eyes…” Gwendel grabbed at him then, pulling his face forward and pressing his mouth firmly against Yuuri’s. The contact made Yuuri gasp, and he felt his mouth invaded as Gwendel’s tongue pushed inside, an exploring, dominating force. Trying his level best to keep up with it, Yuuri opened his mouth wider running his tongue over the roof of Gwendel’s mouth and pulling back just enough to break the kiss. “And…you taste good.”

Yuuri let out a small laugh at that. Gwendel licked at his lips, but Yuuri stopped him. “Isn’t there some kind of law against this? I’m technically engaged to your brother.”

A hand reached out to stroke his cheek. “Do you want me, Yuuri?”

That question stopped him. Thinking over his interactions with people, he remembered the tension that he and Wolfram had. That was not what he wanted. Yuuri did not want rough, angry sex, and that was surely what he would have if he were ever to be with Wolfram. With Günter, he was sure it would be too sweet, and too careful. And who wanted to deal with the man’s never-ending dramatic breakdowns? No…He thought that of all the people who had shown any interest in him, the man he was with would suit him best. Besides the fact that right now, he was exceedingly hot and bothered…

“Yes,” Yuuri said firmly, “I do.”

Gwendel smiled. “Then there is nothing my brother can do, is there?” He kissed Yuuri’s neck, tilting it slightly to the side. “The engagement only stands if both parties are willing to continue it. There would only be one possible way to keep you in it against your will.” At that, Gwendel pulled away from him. “You haven’t slept with him, have you?”

Yuuri blushed. “Define…slept?”

A cloud passed over the man’s face. One hand traveled over Yuuri’s groin, and down, massaging at that one place that was still secret. “Did you make love to him, Yuuri? Did you…make him yours?” The sensations rushing through him from what that hand was doing to him almost drowned out the words in his ears.

But Yuuri did hear them, and he said hoarsely, “No…no…I didn’t.” Not for lack of Wolfram trying…

“Ah,” the kisses resumed on his neck, and he felt buttons being unfastened. “that is good to hear, Yuuri.” He felt Gwendel licking his way down to where he was opening the collar of the shirt he wore beneath his black coat. Yuuri wound his fingers into long black hair as Gwendel began attacking his very sensitive nipples. Hands hesitated at the waistband of his pants. In a low growl, Gwendel said, “I want you, Yuuri.”

“Oh…yes,” Yuuri groaned when his nipple felt a twinge of pain, having been lightly bitten. “Please…oh…God…” His pants came undone, and a warm hand entered his underwear, teasing lightly at his erection. After a long moment of this torture, it stopped. Then he felt himself being lifted. Blinking, he found that Gwendel was carrying him toward the back of the room. “Where are we going?”

He got his answer when he saw a door, and they went through to what appeared to be Gwendel’s bedroom. “I did not want to do this in my office.” Yuuri nodded as he was deposited gently onto the bed. Gwendel’s hands were gentle as he helped him out of his clothing, and he was patient when Yuuri removed his. When both men stood bare, Yuuri took in all of Gwendel. The moon came in through the windows, casting a silvery glow over him, and making it seem as if the man was chiseled from some strangely glowing stone.

Yuuri ran his fingers through long hair, pulling it onto Gwendel’s chest and stroking at both. “You are so beautiful…” he said, unable to think of anything else. His hands ran down, over the hard muscle of an abdomen, and still further, ghosting light touches over the man’s erection. Gwendel’s eyes closed, and he let out a soft sound. Standing on tiptoe, he kissed Gwendel’s lips gently, and felt strong arms around him, pulling him closer. When he felt his hips graze against Gwendel’s, he gasped. He’d had no idea that skin could feel so wonderfully erotic.

He found himself being gently pushed onto the bed, and Gwendel immediately kissed him deeply, passionately. When they broke apart, the feeling of lips grazing over his skin traveled from his chin to his neck, and then further to his chest. A gasp escaped him when teeth scraped over his collarbone, and again as Gwendel kissed a path downward. Warm breaths floated over his erection, and he moaned in anticipation. Teasing licks, very light touches, and hot breath began to drive him mad. “Gwendel,” he whined, “stop teasing…”

“As you command,” was all he heard before he felt heat and wetness surround the tip of his erection. Gentle suction and the adept movements of the older man’s tongue worked with the heat of his mouth, bringing him closer to the brink. These maddening sensations distracted him, and he barely heard the rustling of cloth, or felt the bed shifting as Gwendel moved. Only when something slick slid into the cleft of his buttocks, teasing at the tight ring of muscle there and causing Yuuri to gasp. After a moment of prodding, the finger found entrance, and he gave a slight wince at the pain that accompanied the intrusion.

Gwendel’s free hand stroked Yuuri’s inner thigh, soothing him without words and urging him to relax. When he did, that finger slid further in, and Yuuri cried out, his hands gripping the sheets. Something that Gwendel touched had caused a wave of white-hot pleasure to race through his body, burning away any feeling of discomfort or awkwardness he might have had. His eyes now wide with shock, he panted, his voice breathless, “A…Again…please do that again…”

Pulling away from Yuuri’s groin, Gwendel moved his body back up to take his lips in a fierce kiss. Heat spread again through Yuuri’s body, and he whined when the man did not do as he asked. Needing more of that hot, insanely pleasurable feeling, he moved his hips backward, against Gwendel’s hand, but was still unable to produce the desired effect. Kissing harder, and moving against the older man, he pleaded physically for what he wanted. A groan escaped Gwendel’s throat, and he pressed his finger deeper into Yuuri’s body, causing the young man to see stars, and his eyes to roll back.

Yuuri’s back arched severely as he screamed, only his hips and the top of his head touching the bed. When he fell back onto the sheets, Gwendel gently pushed a second finger into him. Yuuri flinched at the pain again. “Relax, Yuuri. I do not want to hurt you.” Doing his best, Yuuri relaxed every muscle he possibly could as his body was invaded and Gwendel’s mouth closed over one of his nipples while using his free hand to stroke at Yuuri’s erection, which had begun to wane at the discomfort he felt. Panting anew, he did not know what to focus on…pain, pleasure, heat, it all overwhelmed him.

A light nip on his overly sensitive skin made him whimper, and took his mind off of the spike of pain that drove up his spine when a third finger slid into him. His eyes slid shut, and he tried so hard to relax, but it did no good. “It hurts…Gwendel, please…” Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he felt the fingers within him still. The unpleasant feeling lessened considerably when they stopped, so he opened his eyes to see the older man’s blue eyes watching him, worried.

“We can stop,” Gwendel said quietly, “I can…do other things.” The concern in those eyes made tears of a different kind well up in his eyes. Yuuri touched Gwendel’s face, running fingers over his cheek, and the older man leaned into his hand, eyes sliding shut, and a look of contentment settling over his features.

“No,” Yuuri said softly, kissing those full lips, “I’ll relax. It is just…go slow.” When Gwendel’s eyes opened, asking the silent question, if he was sure about that, he nodded. “Don’t stop, Gwendel. Please.” The solemn expression in the other’s eyes remained as the fingers began moving again, in and out in a smooth, slow rhythm, and Yuuri relaxed little by little until finally, all three of those fingers butted against that spot inside him and he moaned heavily. “Oh, yes…”

Hands scrabbling for purchase, Yuuri’s nails bit into Gwendel’s shoulders, and pulled a groan from him. It was hard to tell through the haze in his mind if it was a good sound or not, but he couldn’t let up on his grip, because those fingers just kept pressing against that spot, and his entire body was shaking, whines of intense pleasure escaping him each time. Finally, when Gwendel mercilessly rubbed his fingers over it time and time again, Yuuri let loose a scream that sounded like the older man’s name, but he wasn’t even sure what it was he said, because he was too busy trying to count the stars that shot across his vision.

Coming down from his climax, he watched dreamily as his lover moved closer, pulling his hand back, and replacing it with his own manhood. “Yuuri,” he groaned, and the young king looked up into his eyes to see an absolutely reverent light there. “Can I?”

Blinking slowly, Yuuri ran his fingers through Gwendel’s hair, and smiled. “Yes.”

And suddenly, he felt the firm warmth pressing into him so agonizingly slow that he felt every sensation in high relief, as if his body was driven past the limits of his senses. The discomfort had gone away a while ago, and Gwendel seemed to think he was fragile enough to break if he touched him too hard. Yuuri’s heart constricted in his chest at the sight of Gwendel’s face. The older man looked as if he were in pain, but he also seemed to be alive with joy. He couldn’t ever remember seeing anyone like that before. The warm skin of Gwendel’s hips touched the back of his thighs, and both men let go a sigh.

Gwendel’s entire body was trembling, as if he struggled with himself. Yuuri thought he must be trying not to do anything too roughly, so that he would not hurt him. “Gwendel,” he whispered, “I’m fine. Don’t hold back.” At that assurance, the man pulled back slightly, pushing back into him sharply and causing Yuuri to moan his name. Over and over again, and building in speed and intensity, Gwendel moved, propped on his elbows above Yuuri’s body, and soon it all seemed to be too much for both of them. Gwendel’s arms slid beneath Yuuri’s back, lifting him up until he straddled the older man’s lap, his legs wrapping around until his heels touched the small of a powerfully muscled back.

Together, they moved, breaths mingling with moans and sighs of ecstasy, and Yuuri found himself becoming frantic. His arms locked around Gwendel’s neck and shoulders, unable to let him go as his lover pushed harder into his body, whispering his name again and again. Yuuri felt ever muscle in his body beginning to tense in anticipation of his release, his toes curling, fingers clenching, his back beginning to arch into an impossible shape until Gwendel pushed him firmly down to the bed, kissing him so deeply, thrusting so hard that Yuuri’s entire existence seemed to be only for him, for this moment.

Gwendel broke away from his mouth, his hoarse cry echoing around the room and blending with Yuuri’s barely audible moan as they both reached their peak. Collapsing to Yuuri’s right, Gwendel slid out of him, and gathered the young man in his arms. Yuuri buried his face in the crook of Gwendel’s neck. The warm glow of fulfillment washed over him, and he sighed. Fatigue followed, and he soon drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and warm.

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Light flooded into the room as the sound of drapes being pulled aside filled Yuuri’s ears. Groaning, he opened his eyes. Pale blue sheets covered his body—which was sore in places it usually wasn’t when he woke up—and he was pressed against a warm body. A glance to his right showed him that Gwendel had not moved during the night. He smiled warmly at his lover, who still slept.

Then he turned his attention lazily to the window, from whence the noise had come. Consequently, he then saw who it was that had opened the drapes. Günter stood at the foot of the bed, one eyebrow cocked in amusement. “I suppose that I can tell Cheri-sama to stop the orders for Wolfram’s wedding dress?”

Yuuri sat up slowly, the silk of the sheets pooling in his lap. He scratched his head leisurely, casting about for his clothes, or anything else to cover himself with. Then he looked at Günter in a puzzled way, saying, “He was going to wear a dress?”

Günter’s smile became a grin when Gwendel stirred, grumbling slightly, and sat up as well. “Good morning, Gwendel,” the advisor said briskly, “did you sleep well?” A glare from the general had him giggling. “Oh, stop it, you old bear.” Günter waved off the other man’s grumbling, and sat on the edge of the bed. “You know, this is going to cause some problems.”

Yuuri’s mouth fell open, not wanting to think of how Wolfram would scream at him. Then, he felt Gwendel’s fingers lace into his, and he suddenly couldn’t remember why he had been worrying. He looked up at those blue eyes that told him not to worry without needing for a word to be said, and he grinned, “It’s nothing we can’t handle.”

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End.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the…smut. I’ll be working on my nice little Yurri/Wolfram soon. Something along the lines of a comedic story, I think. I’m getting tired of writing such serious things!