End of the World Confessions

Gwendel looked at the man who smiled gently at him, his eyes filled with worry about the future, and their king. Gwendel smiled back at Gunther his blind eye shining slightly in the afternoon sun. He watched as the lavender haired demon walked up and stood next to him on the high balcony. The end could be just around the corner, if they were unable to stop the Shousu possessed Shinou from destroying their world, if not the universe, and Gwendel was afraid that if he didn't do something now, he would never know peace at heart.

"Gunther…" he said softly, looking at the man with his good eye. Gunther looked up at him and smiled in that sad far off way that had been prevalent so lately.

"Yes Gwendel?" he asked. Gwendel turned and took Gunther by the hands and pulled him close forcing their lips to meet in a passionate kiss. Gunther gasped slightly, half in shock half in joy, as he returned the kiss, parting his lips for Gwendel's inquisitive tongue. Gwendel growled and moved his hands up to clutch at Gunther's shoulders pulling him close possessively. Their tongues battled, tasting one another's mouth in a frenzy of hormones and pent up frustration. Gunther groaned and crushed his lips farther onto Gwendel's, biting at them leaving slight bruises and clawing his hands through the thick cotton fabric of Gwendel's jacket. Gwendel returned the favor, biting down on Gunther's top lip drawing a slight yelp from the shorter demon. The kiss finally subsiding from its violent battle, the two broke apart, panting and licking their bruised lips.

"Gunther…whatever may happen, I'm not going to give up you or the kingdom without a fight. If we survive…" Gwendel frowned a bit as Gunther nodded almost sadly, cutting him off.

"Then this never took place, I understand." Gwendel stared in shock at the demon before once again forcing his lips upon the wind mage to shock him into listening. It was short but no less full of the hunger of their first kiss.

"That's not what I was going to say," he whispered into Gunther's ear. "If we survive this apocalypse, I want to be with you. I WILL be with you. I'm tired of seeing you alone and lusting after my little brother's fiancé. I want you, Gunther, for now and ever," he said hungrily. Gunther blinked and smiled truly before gripping tighter onto Gwendel's jacket.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Gunther looked up into Gwendel's eyes, his heart weeping slightly at that blue white eye from which the key to the End of the Land was taken. He reached up and gently brushed his fingers over Gwendel's left eye. "I want you." He whispered. Gwendel smiled, his eyes full of lust and passion.

"Let's go…" Gwendel grabbed him by the wrist and quickly rushed back into the castle and down the tower stairs. Gunther gasped and followed the black haired demon without question.

They flew down the stairs and halls towards the nearest empty room. Gwendel led the way, barely waiting to speak with anyone else as he and Gunther rushed through the castle. Even with one blind eye, Gwendel knew his way around the castle even with his eyes closed. Quickly entering a room that he knew no one would enter, he locked the door and turned his attention to the lavender haired demon. His patients for a slow and loving encounter were far beyond gone. He could see that Gunther's eyes were dark and he met Gwendel half way into a forceful kiss.

They met and immediately began to dig at each other's thick clothing. Gunther growled into Gwendel's throat and desperately undid his heavy green over jacket. Gwendel bit Gunther's lips, drawing out a bruise upon the pale flesh. Gunther groaned and dug his hands into the general's soft thin undershirt. Growling possessively, Gwendel pushed Gunther towards the far wall of the spare room. Gasping in shock and in pleasure as the taller man began to force his cloak and shirt off of him, Gunther dug his fingers into Gwendel's hair as he kissed down his chest biting enough to draw bruises all over him.

"Oh God…!" Gunther cried, as Gwendel bit down rather hard upon his nipple, drawing it into a hard peak. Shoving the shirt off and throwing it to the side, he began to quickly finish what his soon to be lover started, returning his mouth to Gunther's. Not breaking the kiss, Gwendel undressed his body of his over coat and under shirt quickly pressing his scarred tanned and more heavily muscular form up against Gunther, pressing into him from lips to crotch. Feeling the taller man's need, Gunther moved his dexterous hands to Gwendel's pants, pulling at the belt and needing the contact of flesh upon flesh.

Gwendel dug his hands into Gunther's open shoulders, trying not to break the skin, as Gunther's very talented hands pulled his pants down. He gasped as he felt Gunther bite back at his lips, before drawing away to get rid of the pants and boots that Gwendel wore. Gunther bit down on his hip before pulling down his underwear and standing back up to undo his own pants.

"Good God, I could take you right now," Gwendel growled watching as Gunther kicked off his pants and boots, leaving his underwear for Gwendel to take off. Gunther smiled, his face and most of his body flushed.

"Then do it," he ordered. Gwendel smiled and quickly pushed Gunther back into the rough stone wall. Gunther gasped and dugs his hands into his shoulder his neck craned upward as Gwendel bit down his neck and collarbone. Gwendel grinned and pulled roughly at Gunther's underwear, almost ripping the fabric off of the adviser's hips. Gunther gasped as the cold air hit his inflamed penis. Gwendel smirked and ground their hips together, creating an insane amount of friction and pleasure. Biting down on the junction between neck and shoulder, Gwendel began to buck his hips against Gunther's crotch. Gunther grit his teeth and dug his fingers into Gwendel's shoulders, leaving crescent shaped bruises and trails of blood.

The pain didn't even so much as phase the general. Grinning possessively he spun Gunther around and pushed him-self in between Gunther's ass. Gunther whined and pressed himself back against Gwendel's well endowed body, his hands and chest scratched up by the rough stone.

"Tell me what you want," Gwendel whispered dragging his teeth along his shoulder. Gunther gasped and growled looking over his shoulder at Gwendel.

"Fuck me..." he said, his eyes glowing in the dim light. Gwendel smiled and pushed himself against Gunther's entrance, not wanting to wait any longer. Gunther winched and dragged his nails against the wall preparing himself for the initial pain. He wasn't ignorant in the ways of rough love, after all, he was in the military for a good portion of his life. He looked back at Gwendel, nodding slightly to say that the general could proceed. Gwendel smiled and kissed his neck before positioning himself with his hand against Gunther's entrance.

The pain was nearly blinding as Gwendel forced his length slowly into his body. Gunther cried out his body arching like a strung bow. He knew he was going to be sore after this, if not a little bloody. Gwendel gently reached around his body and rubbed Gunther's straining erection to ease the pain for him. Gunther groaned and panted, forcing his rectum to relax against the invasion. Gwendel groaned and sheathed himself the rest of the way and squeezed Gunther to take his mind off of the pain. Gunther growled slightly and slowly began to move against Gwendel. Panting and putting a hand on Gunther's back, Gwendel began to pull out and push in slowly.

It didn't take long for the two to get a rough yet pleasurable rhythm. Gunther bucked against the taller demon, wanting him deeper. Gwendel complied by shifting his direction and snapping his hips harder and deeper into the tight canal of his lover. Gunther cried out as his prostate was prodded sharply by Gwendel. Again and again, spikes of pain and pleasure shot through Gunther as he was impaled. Using the wall as his only support, he let Gwendel pump him in time with his rough thrusts.

"Your mine, Gunther. No matter what happens...you'll always be mine," growled Gwendel possessively. Gunther didn't speak up to object, he wanted to be Gwendel's. Thick callused fingers wrapped around his sex and squeezed it in time with the pleasure spiking through his body. Gunther gasped and dug his fingers harder into the masonry in between the stones, tearing his fingernails back slightly, as everything began to tense in his body.

"Oh God...Oh...Gwendel..." Gunther could barely get out what he wanted to say as his release turned any words in his throat to a scream of pleasure. Clenching hard around Gwendel, Gunther drew out his lover's orgasm. With a roar of pleasure, his body slamming into the cream colored form beneath him, Gwendel dug his one hand into Gunther's side as he filled Gunther.

Both men shaking from their traumatic, yet pleasurable, meeting, Gwendel slowly drew himself from Gunther and pulled the other man into his arms. Gunther groaned and gently lifted up Gwendel's semen covered hand and sucked it clean before turning around to rest himself in Gwendel's arms. Slowly turning around and leaning up against the rocky wall, Gwendel gently sat down gathering the lavender haired adviser into his lap, kissing his bruises and rubbing his ass gently.

"I love you..." Gwendel whispered into the shell of his newly made lover's ear. Gunther smiled against Gwendel's neck and relaxed. He blinked and looked up as he felt Gwendel start heal his slightly bleeding anus.

"Don't...I want to feel this for a while longer..." Gunther murmured, barely coherent from his post-orgasmic bliss. Gwendel blinked and stopped, glad that the bleeding had stopped with his help at least.

They sat there in the dark room as the sun began to set, sleeping lightly. The bruises and digs from their violent romance healing slowly. Gwendel watched as Gunther slept, his body curled up in his lap. Frowning he gently combed his hand through the thick hair. He prayed to whomever was listening in the spirit world, that they could stop Shousu. He doubted anyone heard.