Brothers, Lovers and Friends

Title: Brothers, Lovers & Friends
Author: JadeHeart
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: yaoi, graphic sexual situations, slight incest
Spoilers/Timeline: First season
Summary: Gwendal finally manages to have some time alone with Gunter, until they are interrupted.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, they belong to the creators of ‘Kyou Kara Maou’, nor am I making any profits from it.

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Gwendal walked a little behind Gunter as they made their way back from the baths.

“Ah, that was so good!” Gunter was saying, stretching his arms upwards before flicking his long hair back over his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder at Gwendal. “Didn’t you think so?”

“Humph!” was all he said. He could hardly tell Gunter that it had taken all his self control to not grab the other man and kiss him breathless. Even now, under his robe, the evidence of his state of mind hadn’t dissipated completely. It had taken some discrete and stealthy actions to hide his obvious arousal from his bathing companion.

Gunter frowned a little at Gwendal. “How can you be such a sour-puss when His Majesty has graciously given us this holiday?” He turned away as they continued down the passage. “It was very kind of him to do so.” He glanced behind him again. “You have been working far too hard lately and His Majesty notices these things.”

“Humph,” was Gwendal’s only response. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful to the King but he was beginning to wonder if placing him in this position with Gunter wasn’t more tiring and nerve-racking than planning any number of battles.

“Really!” Gunter responded, flouncing off, long legs striding out. “Sometimes, Gwendal, I don’t know what to do with you. I can never tell what you are thinking.”

Gwendal fixed his gaze on Gunter’s straight back as they continued walking. What was on his mind? Gunter would probably be horrified as to what was on his mind at this moment, and doubly so when they were in the baths.

For many years, from a time when they were both much younger, Gwendal had desired Gunter. From what he had thought was nothing more than an infatuation when they were in their teens, to realizing that he truly loved the man Gunter had become as an adult, it had seemed that all his life he had wanted to be with this person.

Yet, even with understanding his feelings, he’d been unable to act upon them. There always seemed to be one thing or another that served to keep them apart; wars, kingless countries, deaths, the list goes on. So the years had slipped past with him never closer to his goal than when he had first accepted he loved Gunter. And for all that Gwendal was confident and steadfast in his abilities as leader of the Demon Kingdom’s army, when it came to expressing matters of the heart he found himself at a loss for words. In a battle you didn’t need words, you acted. That is what he was used to.

Now, at this secluded bath house that was exclusively for the use of the Royal Family he, Gunter, Conrart and Josak had been sent to relax by His Majesty, on orders of pain of death if they returned before the allotted time was up. So there was no escape for him. He swallowed a sigh as they turned and entered the sitting room from which all four bedrooms branched off. This area provided a pleasant place to relax, to read, sip tea or whatever other beverage they wished before retiring to their respective rooms.

He closed the door behind them as Gunter made his way to the flask on the low table. “Ah, it is still warm!” he said with delight, looking over at where Gwendal stood by the door. “Let’s sit down and have a quick drink.”

He turned back to pour two cups out and Gwendal gazed hungrily at his arse showing through the thin material of the bathrobe. He felt his erection stiffen again, rising up to rub against the material of his own robe, the touch of the fabric stimulating him further with every breath he took.

He took two slow steps forward, fighting against his own body, eyes still fixed on Gunter’s rear, watching those elegant hands wrap around the cup it steadied. He shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t even be thinking of doing this, but no matter what mantra his mind was citing, his physical body was not listening.

His hand reached out, fingers stretching towards the bent shoulder when Gunter suddenly straightened and turned, a look of surprise on his face at how close Gwendal stood to him.

“Oh, so you do want a cup? Here,” he half made to turn back to the table but before he could Gwendal snaked one hand around the back of his neck, fingers tangling and tightening in the silver hair, twisting the head to face him. Gunter’s eyes widened, a touch of confusion in them, as his lips parted to speak.

“What….” was as far as he got before Gwendal forced his lips bruisingly over his.

Gwendal held the kiss, forcing Gunter’s lips apart with his tongue and as they parted, delving inside. He wrapped it around Gunter’s own, tugging at it, drawing it into his mouth, sucking him in. He held Gunter tightly, his other arm wound around the man’s waist, forcing him against his body, hand splayed across the firm buttocks, pressing their pelvises together.

He could feel his erection throb, pulsing at this contact and was rewarded with a corresponding hardness along side his own. He breathed in, drawing the air from Gunter’s lungs too quickly for him to replace, pressing their bodies together harder. He moaned into Gunter’s mouth as their erections rubbed together, touching only through the fabric, teasing, taunting, hiding the promise of more heavenly delights to come.

He lifted his head, breaking the kiss and felt Gunter sag against him. He couldn’t prevent the small smirk that curled his lips for a moment. It was good to know he hadn’t lost his touch. Nothing like seeing your partner go weak at the knees just from a kiss!

He tugged Gunter’s head back again and slowly ran his tongue down that long pale neck. He gently licked it, moving it out along the jawline, sliding under the silky strands of pale hair, feeling the pulse point beat against the tip of his tongue. He reached the ear, sliding his tongue around the edges, dipping lightly into the centre, before sucking the lobe fully into his mouth.

He could now feel Gunter’s hands on his back, scrunching his robe into fists as he held on. A soft cry fell from his lips as he bit lightly at the flesh, not enough to mark or cause real pain, but just a little flash of discomfort that was gone in a moment as he then replaced it with long soothing strokes.

He drew his hand from out of Gunter’s hair, brining it to slide over his shoulder and down towards his chest. Moving it inside the fold of the robe his fingers quested outwards, searching and finding the bump of flesh he was seeking. Gunter gasped and arched up as he squeezed the nipple, and then began to seriously tantalize it to erectness. He continued his onslaught on Gunter’s neck, trailing from the ear that he had previously been lavishing attention on to move out to the opposite to do the same.

Gunter’s hands were rubbing up and down his curved spine, the silky material sliding over his skin and exciting him further. He dropped his head lower, moving down Gunter’s neck, pausing to place a kiss in the hollow of the throat, running his tongue along the upraised wings of the collarbone, then continuing downwards, drawing his tongue in a slow procession down the sternum.

He pushed the robe aside more when he felt the resistance and softly growled. He moved his hand lower quickly and felt the knot in the tie holding the material fast. Huh, as if that was about to stop him. He deftly undid it, the tie unraveling to fall apart, the robe now separating. It was a good thing that it had been that easy. In his current state if it had refused to part he would have just torn it from Gunter’s form.

Now he slid both hands inside the robe, pushing the material further apart, baring Gunter’s naked form from throat to crotch. He allowed his eyes to roam over the exposed skin, letting them rest on the hard erection that was now revealed to him. Ah, what a magnificent sight, he thought admiringly.

He curled one arm around Gunter’s waist as he now focused on bringing his mouth to the nipple he had previously been playing with. It was already hard, jutting upwards against his tongue. He felt Gunter’s long fingers thread through his hair, pressing his mouth closer to his flesh, soft moans echoing in his chest. Gwendal obeyed the request and sucked harder, letting his lips hold the nipple firmly as his tongue circled the nub, pressing hard against the skin. He was rewarded with Gunter thrusting against him. That made it more than worth it.

He turned his attention now to the other nipple which had so far not been touched. Gunter was obviously more than just a little aroused for he found that this nipple required no coaxing to become erect. It was all ready waiting for his attentions and Gunter’s response was immediate.

Gwendal could feel his cock twitch, the desire building within his body. He felt like he was on fire, his entire body engulfed in flames, burning up from the inside out. The ache deep in his belly was like a physical pain.

He straightened so he could capture Gunter’s lips in a fierce kiss once more. A tugging at his clothing made him realize that Gunter was undoing his robe and he felt the material slither apart and then the feel of Gunter’s hands sliding sensuously over his sweat damp skin. He shuddered at the contact, fingers involuntarily digging into Gunter’s flesh as he tried to control himself.

He wrenched the robe from Gunter’s shoulders, forcing his hands away from his own flesh. As soon as the clothing was stripped from his partner he dropped both his hands to Gunter’s arse and pulled him hard against him. He moaned loudly at the sudden contact of bare flesh against bare flesh, a moan echoed by Gunter.

He felt the other’s hands grab his robe at the shoulders and return the favour of removing it, letting it slide to the ground and before it had reached the floor he felt Gunter’s hands run over his bare back, down to his waist to cup his buttocks. He jumped a little at the contact there but soon relaxed into the feeling as Gunter began to gently knead the flesh.

Gwendal’s hands were no less busy. He moved one down the front until he could wrap it around Gunter’s hard erection as well as his own. Their chorused moans echoed in the silent room. He began to pump them together as Gunter shuddered against his body, whilst his other hand moved down Gunter’s spine, sliding over the hollow of the small of his back, over the roundness of his arse. His fingers searched, finding the cleft between the cheeks and he let one long finger slide down it, feeling its way.

When it reached his goal he paused for a moment. He wondered if he required more lubrication but then decided that the moisture from their recent bath and the sweat that was coating Gunter’s body would be enough. Carefully he pushed one finger inwards, feeling the flesh give way before the intrusion.

Gunter broke the kiss with a moan and a jerk, burrowing his face into the crook of Gwendal’s neck as his whole body shook. He paused, wondering if it was causing his lover pain and if he should cease what he was doing. However as he waited Gunter suddenly moaned and pushed backwards, thrusting against Gwendal’s hand and pushing his finger in deeper.

That was a clear enough sign that Gunter didn’t wish for him to stop and so he continued, still taking care. Soon the finger was in as far as it could go and he carefully began to pump it in and out of the body he held. Gunter moaned into his neck, hands clenching at his skin, hips thrusting forward into Gwendal’s grip that was still wrapped around both their erections.

Gwendal added a second finger, sliding them both inwards as deep as they could go, twisting and curling them, searching. He was rewarded when Gunter suddenly arched against him, head flinging back with a high pitched cry as his whole body shook. Looking down Gwendal could see Gunter’s cock fiery red in his hand, dripping precum and he could feel it throb in his grip.

So that was the spot, he thought, as he sought it again. This time Gunter’s reaction had him rise to the balls of his feet and Gwendal could feel the channel his fingers were buried within tighten around him. Gods, it would feel so good to be inside him!

Gwendal could tell that Gunter wasn’t that far from climaxing and decided they should have a change of pace or this night would be over too soon. He withdrew his fingers, trying to ignore the moan of disappointment Gunter made and released his grip on their conjoined cocks.

“What…..” Gunter managed to gasp out in a voice that was a little hoarse.

Gwendal reached up and gripped the silvery hair, dark eyes filled with desire. He didn’t say anything but tugged, indicating that Gunter should kneel. Gunter resisted at first, his eyes puzzled and then he glanced down to see Gwendal’s erect cock glistening as another drop of precum leaked from the slit and understanding dawned. With a small smile to Gwendal, he dropped to his knees, both hands reaching out eagerly to grasp the thick girth and draw it towards his open mouth.

Gwendal watched as Gunter’s tongue flicked out to lick him clean and he moaned at the contact, before closing his eyes and giving himself up to the pleasure. He rocked into the motion that Gunter set, letting the soft hair slide through his fingers as he felt the head moving up and down. He savoured the feeling of the lips sliding wetly along his length, up and down in a slow and steady motion. He jerked as the tip of Gunter’s tongue delved into the slit before circling around the flared head, rubbing against the sensitive underside. Ah, the bliss!

He remained standing, head tilted back, his own long hair tickling against his bare back. His hands were both on Gunter’s head so he could feel every motion, his hips thrusting forward of their own accord into that talented mouth, craving that moist heat. Gunter continued to pleasure him, swallowing him, taking him in deeper each time. He could feel he was close and regretfully pulled Gunter’s lips away from his erection.

Gunter looked up at him puzzlement, obviously not understanding what was happening. He watched as Gwendal dropped to his knees also, reaching out to draw him into a deep kiss. Gwendal wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him closer. Carefully he rearranged himself so he was sitting and slowly leant back, drawing Gunter with him so the other was eventually lying over the top of him. This full body contact felt incredible as legs slid between each other and their hips were pressed tightly together.

He reached down and gently moved Gunter’s legs so he was straddling him before sitting up once more. He broke the kiss and looked deeply into Gunter’s eyes. He felt that he should say something but he was not really one for words. They didn’t come easy to him and the words that he wanted to say were too difficult by far. However Gunter seemed to understand for he smiled warmly at him, his eyes soft as he raised one hand to cup his cheek, thumb softly stoking it as he leant in closer to lightly press a kiss to his lips.

Gwendal dropped his hands to Gunter’s hips, tightening his grip and raising the man upwards. Gunter obliged by assisting him, using his own thigh muscles to raise his body. This freed up one of Gwendal’s hands which he immediately used to grasp his own erection and position it between Gunter’s buttocks. He kept his gaze locked on Gunter’s as they stayed like that for a moment, poised. Then Gunter slowly began to lower himself as Gwendal held himself steady. He felt the pressure push against his cock and began to wonder if it would go in. He reached up and spread Gunter’s cheeks further and that eased the tension a little as he felt the resistance lessen and he gasped as the head slipped inwards just as Gunter let out a deep groan. Gunter stiffened at this intrusion and Gwendal held him steady, not forcing him to go any further.

He heard Gunter let out his breath in a slow exhalation and then begin to lower himself further still. Gwendal squeezed his eyes shut at the sensations coursing through his body. He slowly laid back down, breathing deeply if not a little ragged. He slowly opened his eyes to watch as Gunter continued to lower himself onto his cock, drinking in the sight of the naked man crouched above him. He felt his cock twitch in response to his thoughts and Gunter let out a little cry at the sensation it must have generated.

Gunter opened his eyes and met his gaze, smiling. Sweat beaded his brow and made his body gleam but he didn’t seem to be in any pain for which Gwendal was glad. He reached and let Gunter grasp both his hands to steady himself as he repositioned his legs so he had more maneuverability.

Slowly he rose slightly, pressing down on his joined grip with Gwendal’s hands, before lowering again. Gwendal held his breath as Gunter repeated the motion, only letting it out in a whoosh when his lungs were aching. It was a most erotic sight to watch as Gunter carefully rode him, each time dropping a little lower.

Gradually the speed increased as his cock seemed to slide more freely inside the body of his lover as Gunter’s stretched to accommodate him better. He still kept his grip firm on Gunter’s hands to provide him the support he needed. He couldn’t take his eyes from the sight before him, watching Gunter’s hair slither about his shoulders with every movement, watching the bunching of muscles in legs, arms and torsos with every action.

He felt the fires rippling through his veins, his blood pounding in his temple, his breathing rapid. He could no longer remain a passive spectator in this scene and began to thrust upwards to meet Gunter’s downward movement, burying himself in deeper each time. Gunter’s own voice began to rise above the soft gasps of previously; now he moaned as Gwendal pushed deeper, his cries becoming more intense.

Suddenly Gwendal heard the swish of the door and felt a gust of wind as it opened.

He tilted his head back to see two pairs of feet standing there. He let his gaze roam up; up long muscular legs, both of them, to the narrow towels that were wrapped around slim waists. He continued upwards; over taut stomachs and well-defined torsos with a smattering of hair, one dark, one reddish, upwards to reach the two recognized faces of Conrart and Josak.

He silently cursed that they had been interrupted. He should have curbed his desire until he had got Gunter into his room but he had not been certain he would have been able to have thought up an excuse to have the other man follow him. Gunter seemed to always have a reason to not be with him alone, or when he was there was always pressing business to discuss which left neither of them time to truly do anything more.

So when this opportunity had arisen it had been too good to pass up. But the last thing he had considered was his younger half-brother and his friend walking in on him whilst he was buried deep inside Gunter.

He felt Gunter try to rise, to pull away and disengage. He could see the flush of embarrassment spread across those pale cheeks, even down Gunter’s neck. Damn it, it was all ruined! He knew perfectly well that Gunter would flee from this confrontation and then refuse to come out of his room again for the rest of their stay, and when they returned to the castle he would swear them all to secrecy and throw himself back into his work. And Gwendal knew that that would be the last time he would be able to ever get Gunter alone in this manner for he would do nothing but try and avoid him from now on.

He felt a flash of intense anger. No, he didn’t care what, how or who was party to this act, he would not let it all be for naught! He had waited for too long as it was, and he was not going to let Gunter think he could just walk away from him now!

He gripped Gunter’s hands tightly preventing his rise and instead pulled him back down as he thrust upwards, pushing himself in deeper still. Gunter gave a shuddering cry at the unexpectedness of the motion, body responding to the pleasure it created, all thoughts of fleeing gone for the moment under that onslaught.

Gwendal felt pleased. That is what he wanted to see from Gunter. He wanted him to only be thinking about the pleasure they could give each other and not about anything else.

He glanced back to see how their surprise ‘guests’ were taking this display, hoping that they might have left.

They still stood there as though transfixed.

He thrust upwards again, making Gunter moan and lean forward to run a hungry tongue across his chest, making him jerk at the contact.

He could see above him Conrart and Josak watching with eyes wide as though not truly believing what they were witnessing.

He then saw Josak’s hand slide over Conrart’s right shoulder, sliding down further until it rested over the nipple which he began to fondle, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, stoking, tugging, drawing it to a peak. Whilst this was occurring, Conrart’s left hand drifted backward to connect with Josak’s firm thigh, long fingers beginning to knead the flesh as the hand moved upwards slowly.

Gwendal continued to thrust into Gunter, unable to take his eyes from the sight unfolding before him as the two men began to pleasure each other.

So that is how it is between the two of them, he thought absently as he saw Josak catch his breath as Conrart’s hand reached the short towel, cupping around a bulge that was all too clearly seen now.

He wasn’t really surprised at this closeness displayed between the two men. He knew that they had been through a great deal together from the time that they had been children so it was not unexpected at all. He wasn’t even concerned that Josak was not of noble birth and would thus be considered unsuitable as Conrart’s partner.

Gwendal was only too well aware that one did not always have to marry into the same class. There were, of course, benefits and advantages to doing so as both partners knew what to expect from their station, something which could cause extreme difficulties otherwise.

However Josak displayed more of an air of nobility than many Gwendal knew and but for a twist of fate that denied Josak the appropriate birthright, he could pass for aristocracy easily.

He also trusted this man more than many who held a rank well above his. Josak was not the Spy Master for the Demon Kingdom for nothing, nor had he gained that rank through favouritism from his association with the Wellard family. Where the safety of the King and the Kingdom was concerned Gwendal never took chances and spared no-one his harsh scrutiny or high expectations. Josak Guriere had more than proved he was worthy of the title of Spy Master, and worthy of Gwendal’s trust.

As such he was content to place the care of his younger brother in Josak’s capable hands – as he was witnessing at this moment.

By this time Josak had slid his other hand around Conrart’s waist, running it over a taut stomach as abdomen muscles rippled at the contact. He dropped his head to place a light kiss on Conrart’s bare shoulder and Gwendal watched as his tongue sensuously slid up his neck, Conrart closing his eyes briefly in pleasure. Josak’s hand slid downwards then, fingers sliding beneath the towel and with a twist, parted it so it fell to the floor revealing Conrart in all his naked glory.

Gwendal drank in the sight of his brother’s naked form. Yes, Conrart was truly a beautiful figure of a man, for there was no mistaking his gender with the stiff erection jutting from its nest of dark hair. His body was not perfect, marred by scars that had been earnt in the protection of the Kingdom he loved. Gwendal regretted some of them for Conrart had gained them on the dreaded Luttenberg Line where he had unjustly been sent.

Still, even with these imperfections, Conrart was still beautiful; his lean body trim, with well defined muscles, a fighter’s body, well disciplined and finely tuned to answer to its owners needs.

Josak’s hands drifted downwards until they reached Conrart’s manhood. Gwendal saw Conrart lean backwards against his friend, comfortably and trustingly nestled against his chest. As he did so, his hand tugged the towel from Josak’s hips allowing it to fall to the floor at their feet.

Gwendal was impressed despite himself. Josak was no small man either, his own erection ready and waiting for Conrart’s hand. As he watched, Conrart’s long fingers wrapped around Josak and began to stroke him, drawing out a soft moan that drifted on the air as the red-head closed his eyes and thrust into that grip.

Gwendal returned his attention to his own partner. No matter how beautiful the two of them were together, in his eyes they paled by comparison to the sight of Gunter as he was now; naked, skin flushed and gleaming with sweat, hair streaming around him, eyes closed shut in bliss, sounds of pleasure and ecstasy falling from those full lips.

He slipped one hand from Gunter’s grip to reach out to hold his hip, moving him in time to his upward thrusts. Gunter’s free hand dropped to his chest, clenching in his chest hair, tugging almost painfully before fingers spread out over his slick skin.

He looked back again to watch as Josak and Conrart continued to pleasure each other, lost in their own desires, each thrusting into the other’s hand in unison. Their bodies rippled with contracting muscles, skin shining with sweat. Their ragged breathing was loud, punctuated with grunts and soft moans.

Gwendal now dropped both hands to Gunter’s hips, gripping hard as he pushed him upwards until only the head of his erection was still buried within his body, held him there for a moment as he moaned, then pulled him down hard causing Gunter to cry out.

Conrart’s eyes snapped opened and were drawn immediately to Gunter, hungrily watching him writhe in pleasure atop Gwendal. Well, he couldn’t blame him; never had Gunter looked so good. Besides, he knew that Conrart had always been captivated by Gunter, just as he had been.

He suddenly had a wicked thought then, a need to see just what reaction he could draw out of his normally calm and unflappable brother. He had a burning need to see Conrart lose that normally steady balance and this seemed the perfect time to do so.

He reached out and gripped Gunter’s hands again, thrusting upwards hard at the same time as he slammed Gunter down on his erection, pushing even deeper, deeper than he had ever gone as he arched his back to meet his lover’s drop.

He saw Gunter fling his head back, pale hair flying upwards before cascading down his back and shoulders, long pale column of his throat bared as a high cry of pleasure was ripped from him and he shuddered, almost at climax.

Gwendal dragged his eyes reluctantly from this beguiling sight to see what effect it had on Conrart in time to see his younger brother stagger a little as though his legs could no longer hold him, and but for Josak’s hands he was sure he would have fallen to his knees. Conrart’s eyes were wide, fixed on the sight of Gunter impaled on Gwendal and obviously in a state of extreme bliss at that moment. The tip of his tongue flicked out to lick his lips as he swallowed hard, the hand on Josak’s cock jerking faster as he thrust against the hand on his own.

Gwendal couldn’t have asked for a better reaction. He could see the drops of precum fall from Conrart’s erection clasped in Josak’s hand to land on the floor at his feet, more building immediately the first drop fell. That sight alone made him grow even harder, without the naked expression of lust that filled his brother’s eyes.

He couldn’t blame Conrart for that lust. Not only was Gunter beautiful, more beautiful than any woman in the Kingdom, but Conrart had always been very close to him. Gunter had trained Conrart in the art of swordsmanship, who in turn respected and admired him for his skill. Gunter was good after all.

It was an interesting fact that Conrart may have been said to be the greatest swordsman in the Kingdom but that was probably more because Gunter had never truly been in the public eye to be recognized for his skills. Gwendal knew that Gunter had chosen to take on his more administrative and passive role in the support of the Demon King because there was one thing about Gunter that scared even Gunter himself, and that was that when he drew his blade there was no mercy given, no quarter. Those that Gunter fought had one warning and then it was over.

This intensity he had in a battle, this cold, calculating drive, was something Gunter wished to change about himself so he could prove himself worthy of his King. Gwendal sometimes grew angry at how Gunter seemed to have emasculated himself to try and be someone of whom the King would be proud of. It annoyed him, yet at the same time he understood it. The current Demon King did seem to bring out the best in his subjects, wanting them to change to please him – even himself. Still he was glad that these changes hadn’t made Gunter lose any of his skill with the blade. There were still times when he was forced to draw his sword and inevitably his foes were the losers.

So if it came to a duel between Conrart and Gunter for the title of best swordsman, Gwendal still firmly believe that Gunter would be the victor although it was unlikely he would come out unscathed. He was all too aware of Conrart’s own formidable skill and so a battle between the two of them would be hard, fierce and inevitably bloody, and something that he had no wish to put to the test at any time.

Gwendal was probably one of the few who fully appreciated this darker part of Gunter’s personality, although others knew of it also. Conrart certainly knew as he had been trained by him and that thinly veiled darkness within Gunter, who was his mentor and friend, was just as alluring and attractive as his physical beauty.

Now Conrart couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the sight of Gunter arching against Gwendal, or leaning over to lap at his chest, seeking the upright nipples that he caught between white teeth, all the time panting in time to the thrusts within his body. Seeing his own brother so excited by this sight increased his own desire and he reached out to clasp Gunter’s stiff erection, stroking it, making the other writhe on top of him further in a most delightful manner.

He continued his ministrations, deliberately pushing Gunter to the edge once more, feeling his body tighten around him, feeling him thrusting into his hand. His eyes flicked to Josak’s and in unspoken agreement, he began to pump Conrart at the same fast pace, holding his friend tightly against his body.

Gwendal returned his attention to his own lover again, concentrating on watching every change in that beautiful face, every contortion of that magnificent body as he drew him closer to that apex.

He suddenly felt Gunter stiffen, for a moment completely freezing in place, his breath held, fingers clenched on his arms as his thighs squeezed his sides. Then he let out a loud shout and jerked forward, before falling back onto Gwendal as his release sprayed outwards, crying out unashamedly as it splashed upwards to strike his own chest, small globules sliding down the pale flesh, as it coated his hand.

At the same time that Gunter released his seed he heard a corresponding cry and looked up to see Conrart’s face scrunched up in an expression of ecstasy as he too climaxed, body jerking hard, Josak catching almost every last drop in his hand still clasped around his lover’s pulsating cock. When it was over Conrart fell to his knees, this time Josak letting him do so and following him down, kneeling behind him.

When Gunter had come, it had taken all Gwendal’s control to not follow him over that edge but he held off, clamping down hard on his desires, forcing his thoughts and thus his body away from that precipice. He didn’t want this night to end just yet. It had taken him all this time to reach this point and he was not about to let Gunter go after only one orgasm. He wanted to continue until he heard Gunter scream out his name when he came. So he pushed his need aside, though it was doubly difficult when he saw his brother coming also, but he had managed to bring himself back from the brink.

Now he continued to hold his lover, wrapping sticky hands around those jutting hipbones, still thrusting within the warm body now riding him weakly. Gunter looked dazed and he took pity on his exhausted lover, bending his legs at the knees, feet flat on the floor and easing Gunter back so he could lean against them taking the pressure from his hips.

His attention was dragged away once more at Conrart’s sudden gasp. Behind him he saw Conrart on his hands and knees still, Josak kneeling behind and half curled over the top of him. As his gaze travelled between Conrart’s hands spaced flat on the floor, under the arched body and along its length, he had a most delightful view.

He could see Conrart’s now flaccid cock hanging between his spread knees, still glistening with his release. Before his eyes another cock, this one hard and stiff, slid into sight, bumping against Conrart’s sac, moving up against his limp member, providing a view that was erotic in the extreme from this angle.

He then glimpsed Josak’s fingers, at least some of them, and realised as Conrart gasped again, head dropping and eyes closing in pleasure, that Josak was fingering him, using his own semen as lubricant to assist in the preparation. To be witness to something so intimate and generally private was exciting, and neither Josak nor Conrart seemed to mind anymore that they were not alone.

This feeling of voyeurism served only to excite Gwendal further. He would never have considered that he would be a party to anything like this. He was not one for open displays of emotion and was usually a very private person. He would never have considered placing himself in the position of seeing two men have sex while he fucked his lover and watched, never believing that it would be something that would interest him in the least. Yet here he was, doing exactly that and it was astoundingly and unbelievably hot.

This feeling of doing the unbelievable made him suddenly act irrationally, something he was certainly not prone to do, but he couldn’t seem to help himself. He wanted more than what was happening. He wanted to see Conrart’s pleasure as well as Gunter’s. He reached and captured one of Gunter’s hands, squeezing it lightly to get his attention.

“Look at him,” he said gruffly.

Gunter opened his eyes and gazed at him instead with eyes that were still a little unfocused so he said again, “Look at him,” and motioned with his head upwards.

This time Gunter followed the indicated direction and now found his eyes riveted on the sight before him. Caught up in the blissful afterglow of his climax, he hadn’t been aware of what else had been occurring around him. Now he could clearly see Conrart naked, on hands and knees, Josak leaning over his curved back running his tongue languidly up and down his spine as his hand pumped inside his body. Now he could clearly see the expressions of pleasure and desire on Conrart’s face, hear the moans and soft cries, the short, sharp pants and the way he pushed his body back to meet Josak’s motion.

As Gwendal watched, Gunter’s previously limp cock twitched and began to harden. So his lover was as turned on by the sight as he was. Gunter continued to gaze at Conrart’s debauchery, eyes gleaming with desire as he licked his lips and Gwendal felt the channel around his own cock tighten slightly.

Josak looked up at that moment, removing his attention from his lover and caught Gunter’s hot gaze. He continued to gaze at Gunter for a long moment, then Gwendal saw him slip his hand under Conrart’s chin and lift his head. Conrart opened his eyes at the contact to find himself meeting Gunter’s flaming gaze, his face flushing as he realized Gunter was watching him but he was unable to turn away while Josak held his head in place. Gwendal couldn’t help but notice how Conrart’s limp cock hardened a little as the two men gazed upon each other.

He returned his gaze to Gunter, noting how one of his hands had moved to his own erection and was slowly stroking it as he continued to watch Josak plunder Conrart’s body with his hand. He could see how turned on Gunter was becoming from this view. Perhaps Gunter was a bit of voyeur also. Perhaps that is why they made such a good pair. He made up his mind then and softly spoke up, “Ask him.”

Gunter’s gaze dropped to his, confusion and uncertainty there as to what he was meaning.

Gwendal didn’t say anything more, letting Gunter read his meaning in his face and simply reassured him with a short sharp nod. Gunter then bestowed one of his blinding smiles on him, the type of smile he had always been weak to and now was no different. With a gentle squeeze of Gwendal’s hand, he returned his gaze to Conrart and Josak.

“Conrart,” he said in a soft voice, drawing the two men’s attention to him.

He held his hand out in invitation and Gwendal saw Conrart’s eyes widen in surprise as he took but a moment to realize what was being offered. Conrart always had been extremely quick in being able to assess any situation. He dropped his gaze to Gwendal’s, his eyes asking the question if he was allowed to accept to which Gwendal acknowledged with a brief nod.

Conrart’s eye softened with thanks, then he turned his head to look back towards his own lover. Josak looked at Conrart for a long moment, not speaking, then turned his head to look down at Gwendal. He couldn’t read what the man was thinking in that gaze but he did realise only too well that if Josak did not give his agreement Conrart would go no further. So he waited to see what the man would do.

He watched Josak wrap his arms tightly around Conrart, drawing him backwards so he was almost sitting in his lap, twisting his head to catch his lips in a fierce kiss. His hands moved down Conrart’s body, sliding to the inside of his thighs to part them wider, lifting the other up slightly, then slowly sliding his stiff erection deep inside.

Conrart’s body arched up as Josak pushed in deeper. The sight of the cock slowly sliding inside his brother was mind blowing for Gwendal and he found himself moaning at the view, even as he felt Gunter’s channel tighten further around him in response. It truly was incredible what he was seeing.

Josak broke the kiss to place a softer one on the side of Conrart’s neck before he licked up that long column, nuzzling in under the jaw. At the same time he pulled Conrart in even tighter, forcing him downwards further, and Gwendal saw the last of his cock bury itself completely inside his brother.

Josak met his eyes as he did this, his smile almost feral, a knowing smirk. He had shown them both all too clearly that Conrart was his by claiming him directly in front of them. It was a pure display of one-up-manship, but Gwendal could not exactly blame him for his actions. He would have done precisely the same.

Josak thrust again, this time releasing his hold on Conrart so he fell forward once more to hands and knees, panting hard as he became accustomed to Josak’s girth. He then raised his head and met Gwendal’s eyes before looking up to meet Gunter’s.

Slowly Conrart began to crawl forward, carefully placing his hands on either side of Gwendal’s body, inching forward all the time closer to Gunter. Josak shuffled along in his wake, refusing to withdraw from Conrart’s body now that he was finally sheathed in its warmth.

Conrart carefully placed his knees on either side of Gwendal’s shoulders, his head now level with Gunter’s chest. For a moment the two of them just gazed at each other and then Gwendal, looking down Conrart’s body raised over his, watched in amazement as Conrart lowered his head and slowly licked the tip of Gunter’s half-hard erection.

Gunter moaned as Conrart continued to pleasure him; teasingly licking, kissing, nibbling. Gwendal felt his own desire increase all over again at the sight. Watching another man, no, not just another man but his younger brother pleasure his lover like this was erotic to the extreme.

He took a deep breath, dragging his gaze away to try and gain some semblance of equilibrium when in looking directly up he realized that there was another enticing view that he had not fully appreciated.

Directly above his face hung Conrart’s half-hard cock, testicles hanging downwards and swaying above him. Even better was that he could see the point where Josak was intimately joined with his brother. As he watched he saw Josak begin to move, pumping into Conrart’s body in time to Conrart’s bobbing head on Gunter’s cock.

He continued to watch, delighting in seeing Josak withdraw so only the head of his cock was still buried within Conrart, the rest of his erection gleaming as it was slickly coated with secretion before he thrust back in and it disappeared from view.

He felt a drop of moisture strike his upper lip and automatically licked it away. The salty, slightly bitter taste was one he knew well and gazing up saw another glistening drop of precum forming on the tip of Conrart’s cock.

It was a beautiful sight and he licked his suddenly dry lips again. Stretching his head up he flicked his tongue out to lick that drop away, delving into the slit in pursuit of more. He felt Conrart jerk at the contact, heard his moan and felt Gunter shudder as that sound ran up his cock buried deep in Conrart’s warm mouth.

Gwendal now used his tongue to draw Conrart’s cock into his mouth. From this position he could only take in the head but that seemed enough as Conrart’s cock hardened immediately against his tongue. He continued to lick it, sucking, but knew that he would not be able to keep it up for long. Still, while he could he would endeavour to do his best.

Sure enough he was forced to let Conrart’s cock slide from between his lips as he rested his head back down, neck aching slightly from the strain. He gazed upwards and admired the swollen cock jerking above him, slick with his saliva. A pity he couldn’t do more.

He returned to watching Josak thrusting into his brother, stiff cock withdrawing to thrust forward again and again. Josak’s hands, previously wrapped around Conrart’s waist, slowly slid downwards, curling around his inner thighs and squeezing, applying pressure, slowly spreading Conrart’s legs wider. Conrart didn’t appear to object to this repositioning, continuing in sucking Gunter.

Gwendal briefly wondered what Josak was doing when suddenly his lips were kissed by the tip of Conrart’s cock. This new position had lowered Conrart’s body so it was closer to Gwendal’s, hovering only a bare inch above his. Then it became clear that Josak had realised his difficulties earlier and had done this so he could pleasure Conrart properly. He would have to remember to thank him after for his consideration as he eagerly took Conrart’s cock deep into his mouth.

His reward was the muffled cry that he issued and the jerk as Conrart couldn’t help but thrust into his mouth. He continued to suck Conrart, feeling Josak’s thrust, whilst he continued to pump up into Gunter. Gunter was riding him hard now, his desire obviously inflamed and as he pulled up off Gwendal he thrust himself into Conrart’s hot and eagerly waiting mouth.

Gwendal felt his own self control beginning to slip. He had held out long enough and now it was time for him to find his own pleasure. As much as he still wished this night could go on forever, he was a realist and he knew that his own needs and body had to reach an end eventually.

He felt himself begin to lose a little more control, his feelings and sensations begin to become more jumbled as rational thought began to fade and pure desire ruled.

He sucked harder at Conrart’s now rock hard cock, felt Gunter’s motions become more frantic and Josak’s thrusts more uneven. Their breathing was harsh and ragged, mixing together with moans, groans and swallowed cries and it was impossible to tell what was uttered by who.

He continued; knowing he was getting closer, feeling his testicles draw up, the tension building. Suddenly he heard Gunter give a cry that he knew only too well and at the same time Conrart released Gunter’s cock, sounding the same cry.

Gwendal released Conrart’s cock just as he came, his seed striking downward to Gwendal’s chin and spraying over his chest and stomach, body shaking hard. As he looked down Conrart’s body he saw Gunter come also, semen spraying across Conrart’s face as he leant back against Gwendal’s knees, pressing down hard.

The spasming of Gunter’s hot channel around his long denied and aching cock was the final straw and he grunted as he came hard, filling his lover, feeling it flooding out from where they joined just as he felt Conrart’s body shudder as Josak thrust deeply one last time and let out a long moan as he too spilled his seed deep inside Conrart.

The sensation of all four of them coming at once, the intense feelings it generated in the sexually charged atmosphere was too much for Gwendal as Gunter wrung every drop from his body, and for a moment he lost his senses completely.

When they returned he was still lying on his back in the same position he had been in. He could feel the cool stickiness spread across his body from Conrart, Gunter and himself and his nose wrinkled a little in distaste. He would have to clean that up soon.

Gunter lay at his left side, one leg still thrown over his, pale head resting on his shoulder, an arm thrown over his chest. He tightened his grip around the silver haired man drawing him closer still, to which Gunter gave a sleepy murmur. No wonder he was spent, they had been going at it for some time before their final culmination.

He shivered a little as a cool touch of air ran over his body. They would have to move soon though or they were likely to become ill in the chill air.

He then became aware of warmth spreading against his other side. Glancing down he saw Conrart’s head resting on his right hip, his eyes closed and breathing deeply, leg pressed against Gwendal’s shoulder, body streaked with sweat and come.

The fourth member of their little group, Josak, lay spooned behind Conrart, eyes alert, probably the most alert of them all. Perhaps it was from so much practice as Spy Master and needing to always keep your wits about you that allowed him to look so awake and unaffected by the evening’s actions. Whatever the reason it still disgruntled Gwendal.

Josak met his gaze silently from where his chin rested on Conrart’s upraised shoulder. He then deliberately kissed that shoulder, one arm curled possessively around Conrart’s waist, maintaining eye contact with Gwendal before giving a smirk.

Gwendal just rolled his eyes, not saying anything. He was perfectly aware that Conrart was his and he had intention of trying to take him away. He would have his hands full with his own lover, of that he was sure.

He yawned, feeling tired. He knew they should move, clean up, and seek soft beds to try and sleep for what little of the night was left, but for the moment he was content to just stay where he was.

He yawned again.

“Wake me in ten minutes,” he said, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the two already slumbering partners.

“Yes, sir.” was Josak’s automatic reply and Gwendal allowed himself to relax and slip towards sleep, knowing his trusted Spy Master would carry out his orders.

When they awoke there would no doubt be a great deal that would need discussing for there not be any fall-out from the night’s unexpected turn of events. For that he had better be rested.

~End~