International Incident

International Incident, part 1
by Tsutsuji
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maou!
Pairing: Sara/Yozak/Conrad
Rating and warnings: NC17, pwp, yaoi. OVA canon, for what that's worth. Relatively plot- and angst-free.
Word count, part 1: 3540 or so.
Disclaimer: Characters and settings are the property of Tomo Takabayashi and associates. I'm not them and nobody pays me to write this stuff.

Summary: Conrad and Yozak try to get a little private time of their own in the onsen, but they find out Yuuri isn't the only teenage king who likes to sneak away from his duties once in a while. Set at the Caloria hot springs during OVA episode 1, sometime between dinner with Saralegui and the moonlight meeting with Yuuri.


~Sing hey! for the bath at the close of day... ! ~


Saralegui paused in the corridor leading to the bath, surprised to hear the sound of voices and splashing water at this very late hour of the night. He frowned; out of the small number staying at this luxurious Caloria hot spring, apparently he wasn't the only one who thought of getting some private time in the bath, away from the formality and guardedness that surrounded the meeting of two young kings.

"Well, we did come all the way here to enjoy ourselves, didn't we, Taichou?"

It was the same unrefined accent that had challenged his arrival in the bath earlier, but this time it sounded relaxed and cajoling. That made him curious; to whom would the Maou's bodyguard speak with such suggestive familiarity? He knew Yuuri-heika himself was safely tucked away, closely watched by his faithful, snarling puppy of a fiance and the elder member of the party. That left the swordsman, Conrad Weller, unaccounted for.

Interesting, Sara thought to himself with a smile lifting his lips. Perhaps he shouldn't have snuck past Beries after all; his guardian had seemed quite well impressed with Weller after their brief encounter on the road.

Sara stepped forward on silent, bare feet until he could peek around the corner. At this late hour, the baths were dimly lit, and even through the wisps of steam he could see the two men clearly enough. They were standing, facing each other, hip deep in the water. Fortunately neither was turned toward the entrance, but Sara could see their faces in profile, well enough to see that Yozak's expression was even more suggestive than his tone of voice had been. The redhead was grinning broadly, in fact the expression could easily be called a leer, while Weller's lips twitched as if he was only trying not to smile as well.

"We shouldn't both be off-duty at the same time, you know," Conrad said, trying to sound reasonable. His hands were on Yozak's chest, as if to keep him at that distance; however, Sara noticed, Yozak's hands were out of sight under the water, and from the angle of his arms, they seemed likely to be somewhere in the vicinity of Conrad's groin.

"Sure, sure," Yozak said, "Lord von Kliest and Lord von Bielefeld are sticking close to Yuuri-heika, off in the far end of the resort where the houseki doesn't affect them; and judging from the look on that Beries' face when I saw him on the way here, an earthquake couldn't move him from his post outside his pretty little king's door! Yuri-heika's well looked after, so we can have a little R&R for ourselves, eh, Captain?"

"Yozak..." Weller sighed, but it sounded to Sara like the indulgent, patient sigh of one who had long since given up trying to win such arguments - or perhaps it had more to do with the way Yozak's hands made the water ripple softly.

The bodyguard moved closer, leaving no more than a hand's breadth between the two men. Weller moved his hands up from Yozak's broad chest to his throat and chin, and Sara caught his breath as they leaned closer.

Yozak's eyes, which Sara could see most clearly of the two of them, gazed up and down, all over Weller, as if this was his first chance to get a good look at the man in some time. He lifted one hand out of the water to touch Weller's face, trailed dripping fingers teasingly over his cheek and up into his hair, then down to rest on his shoulder - evading Weller as he turned toward the hand with parted lips.

"You know," Yozak said conversationally, "you should let your hair grow out again, down to your shoulders at least, the way it used to be. You looked good like that!"

"Meaning I don't look good now?" Weller quipped.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Yozak drawled. He combed wet fingers through the short ends of hair at the back of Weller's neck, but his eyes followed his other hand over Conrad's sweat-slick chest. "Not at all, Captain!"

Conrad laughed, then pretended to frown. "What made you think of that, anyway? Was it something to do with seeing Saralegui-heika in the bath earlier? I didn't know you had a fetish for long hair, Yozak; you've never mentioned it before!"

"Ah, well," Yozak said, tipping his head to the side. "Maybe I'm just jealous of his 'girlish' good looks! It's no wonder Yuuri-heika thought he was a woman at first, although I have to say, it was pretty obvious that he wasn't if you were looking in the right direction. It might not seem like it at first glance, but he's definitely got a pair! In fact, I wonder what you would have thought if you'd been the one to see him there first. After all, you like the delicate type, don't you, captain?" he added, his voice leaping up several octaves. The water rippled as he wiggled his hips.

"I've already got Miss Biceps, what else do I need?" Weller answered. "You're all the 'girlish' man I can handle, Yozak! Saralegui-heika's manners are far better than yours, though, you know..."

He trailed off as Yozak leaned in and tipped his head down, placing his mouth where his hand had been on Weller's shoulder a moment before.

"Ah...Yozak," Weller sighed, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. "That's... exactly what I mean..."

Yozak chuckled, a throaty sound that rippled off the walls of the bath. "Oh, am I too forward for you, Captain? I suppose Saralegui-heika seems more like the come-and-get-me type, and we both know that's more your style, isn't it?"

"Yozak!" Weller yelped softly. The redhead lunged closer, making the water splash as their bodies met, and then he silenced any further protests by grabbing Weller's face in both hands and pressing their mouths together - not at all delicately, but Weller didn't seem to object.

Sara stepped back, filled with quite a pleasant flush that had little to do with the steam floating out into the corridor from the bath. He didn't consider turning away; this surprisingly intimate relationship between two of Yuuri-heika's closest guardians was too interesting to ignore, and perhaps he could learn something about them that would prove useful in his quest to gain control of the Maou's power. Besides, he thought with a smile spreading across his face, Yozak was quite right: as long as they were here, they might as well all enjoy themselves.

He stepped back a few paces, then rattled the bucket of bath things before he started forward again. He heard a lot of splashing sounds, and by the time he came around the corner, the two men were standing several feet apart, breathing heavily. Conrad Weller now had his back turned toward the entrance, and was reaching for the towel on the ledge beside the pool. Yozak ran his hands through his hair and snorted softly; Weller's face as he turned toward Sara was locked in a grimace that barely passed as a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Sara said, stopping just inside the entrance. "I didn't think I'd be interrupting anyone at this hour!"

"No, no, you're not interrupting us at all, your majesty!" Yozak said, waving his hand forward in welcome. "Come on in! In fact, if you want privacy..."

"Is it safe for you to be here alone, Saralegui-heika?" Conrad interrupted. He frowned as he turned and peered past Sara, and saw that the corridor behind him was empty.

"Well..." Sara said, putting his hand to his lips and looking up at them from under lowered lashes, "I suppose it's bad of me, but I have to run away sometimes. Not a very grown up thing to do, I know!" he added with an embarrassed laugh. "I'm not in any danger, being here alone with you two, though - am I?"

Yozak sighed and exchanged a knowing look with Conrad, confirming Sara's guess that their own impetuous young king had been known to give them the slip on occasion as well. Sara stepped down into the water, and half-closed his eyes as the relaxing heat embraced his limbs. He really did love a hot bath, and the added warmth that had surged through him while watching the two men a moment ago added to the luscious, melting feeling that flowed through his body.

At the same time, he watched them through lowered lashes as he approached. Weller in particular still looked uncomfortable as Sara came closer, and watched him warily. Of course, they would be concerned; if anything should happen while he was alone with them here in Caloria, they would be considered responsible for what could become an international incident. However, the encounter he had in mind was not overtly political - and if he was not mistaken, aside from assessing the situation, Conrad was also taking the opportunity to affirm Yozak's description of him, his brow furrowing a tiny bit as he studied the towel slung around Sara's hips. Yozak cocked his hip against the side of the bath and watched both of them with an amused smirk.

That, Sara thought, was a very promising start to things.

~~~

On full alert in spite of the steam and Conrad clouding his mind, Yozak warily watched Sara glide through the water in their direction. His first thought was that this sudden intrusion was no more coincidental than the last, but Yuuri was obviously not here. Besides that, Sara's little smile and fluttering lashes were coy enough to be obvious, or would have been on any other random person approaching two semi-strangers in the bath.

Besides that, the effect his appearance was having on Conrad was just too amusing to pass up. He'd barely started getting the captain warmed up, so to speak, and now Conrad was struggling to hide both his earlier arousal and his reaction to Saralegui's deliberate, sinuous progression through the water. For a moment, Yozak was almost certain Conrad's gaze was glued to Saralegui's slim, pale fingers as they gently threaded through his enviably silky, golden locks. Maybe one of them did have a long hair fetish, after all.

At the same time, he realized that Saralegui was giving each of them a good look-over from behind those glasses of his, even while he apologized again for intruding. The kid laid it on pretty good, Yozak thought with some amusement, as Saralegui bemoaned the fact that ever since he'd become king, he'd been surrounded by nothing but boring old men who didn't know how to relax and have fun, and who would never allow themselves such luxurious pleasure as this.

"Even Beries is so serious all the time," Saralegui sighed wistfully. "I just have to get away from them all sometimes, you know?"

The beautiful boy-king gazed at each of them in turn, glancing over the top of his glasses beseechingly. Yozak decided to at least half-believe him, reminded of the way Yuuri begged and schemed to get away from Gunter and all his other kingly duties - although he was absolutely certain that Yuuri never thought of sneaking off alone to seduce strange men, thank Shinou! However, he was almost as certain that this was exactly what Saralegui-heika had in mind. Whether that was all he had in mind, or if there was some other plot at hand - well, there was always one sure way to find out, Yozak reasoned.

He and Conrad had moved as far apart as the narrow end of the pool would allow when they'd heard someone approaching, which was barely out of arm's reach of each other. That only gave the young king exactly enough room to slip in between them, making Yozak feel like they were all a little too close for comfort. Or, perhaps, not close enough for comfort. He stepped forward on a sudden impulse to fill the space between himself and Conrad before anyone else could invade it.

He was too late, though; Saralegui had already settled in between them. There wasn't a good place to sink into the water and sit in this little corner (since that wasn't what he and Conrad had in mind anyway), so the boy draped himself against the side of the pool; eyes half closed, he sighed and visibly relaxed. Then, quite deliberately, he eyed each of them up and down, and his delicately arched eyebrow rose when he noticed (as if for the first time, which Yozak doubted) that they were both completely naked, with only the steam-thick water hiding their lower bodies.

In a graceful parody of Yozak's own movement earlier, Saralegui whisked off the towel around his own hips and tossed it away.

"Ahh... that's better," he murmured, eyes drifting closed with a smile of pure bliss.

Conrad dragged his gaze up from the pale boy and glared at Yozak over the king's golden head, with a "what the hell do we do now?" expression. Yozak shrugged and grinned, indicating his own willingness to play along for now, at least. Well, what else could they do, he thought - they wouldn't want to insult the King of Small Shimaron, now, would they?

Conrad raised an eyebrow at him, scowled slightly, then gave a tiny shrug of his shoulders. And then, with a sudden gleam of mischief in his eye, he reached up and - Yozak caught his breath in sweet surprise - ran his fingertips along the gleaming strands of Saralegui's hair. The young king's lips twitched, but he didn't open his eyes.

Yozak got the joke, took the hint and went with it.

"Saralegui-heika," he said, lifting his voice a little with an exaggerated sigh of admiration. "I do so envy your gorgeous hair!"

And while Conrad looked on, cheeks flushed and lips twitching with suppressed laughter, he and Saralegui dove into an enthusiastic discussion of hair and skin care, gushing over each other's more delicate attributes like a pair of princesses. He had to admire the boy for catching on and jumping in to the game; although it was just possible that the king of Small Shimaron really was a bimbo who lived to preen, Yozak was fairly certain that Saralegui knew as well as he did that it was all just an excuse to let Yozak fondle his lovely locks.

Any doubt of this was put to rest when Saralegui reached up to run his long fingers through Yozak's thicker, curlier hair, as if to simply compare and admire it, but with a touch that was far more sensual than necessary for such a clinical observation. More than that, Yozak saw Sara turn his eyes to glance over his shoulder, slyly checking out Conrad's reaction.

Oh yes, indeed, the shy little boy king definitely knows how to flirt, Yozak thought. Goodness knows where he learned it in a court full of boring old men, but he had the moves down perfectly, that was for sure!

It was working, too; Conrad certainly did react to the sight of other hands stroking Yozak's hair like this, although Yozak doubted anyone who didn't know the captain well would notice the signs. To make it clearer to Saralegui, in case he made the mistake of believing that Conrad's impassive expression meant he was above all this, Yozak reached past the boy and slid his own damp fingers into Conrad's hair again, pretending to compare the finer texture to the other two. Conrad's face barely registered a change, but he did lift his head into the touch just enough to be noticeable. Saralegui smiled.

Not incidentally, this move meant that Yozak had to shift a little nearer to Conrad which brought all three of them closer together, close enough for both Conrad and himself to feel the slightest brush of Saralegui's body in the water.

Saralegui sighed happily, making it quite clear that this was what he'd been aiming for all along. He leaned back slightly, just enough so that his shoulder and arm brushed against Conrad's chest and, evidentially, also touching him lower down, where Yozak couldn't see exactly what he was doing - but Conrad's carefully neutral expression crumbled. He started to gasp and then bit his lip, though obviously not in any kind of pain.

Saralegui looked up over the rim of his glasses and caught Yozak's eye with a grin that could almost pass for innocence. Yozak suddenly got the feeling that they were co-conspirators, working together to get Conrad going to the point of no return. He grinned back, but it wasn't much of a challenge, really. He'd already got Conrad going pretty well before Saralegui had appeared on the scene.

"Saralegui-heika?" Conrad asked, still guarded and cautious, even when he lightly placed his hands on Sara's shoulders.

Saralegui paused, then he tipped his head down and slipped those colored glasses off, and carefully placed them on the ledge beside the pool. The move seemed very deliberate to Yozak, as if it was to say to them, "Yes, I do know exactly what I'm doing!"

The boy turned his head to look up at Conrad over his shoulder, and Yozak watched as something in Conrad's gaze softened, apparently reassured by the gesture. Saralegui turned back to Yozak, and tipped his head back to rest his cheek against Conrad's hand on his shoulder, with a barely audible sigh of pleasure. He glanced up at Yozak through delicate lashes beaded with moisture, which drifted closed over golden-amber eyes. It seemed perfectly natural to accept the obvious invitation and shuffle even closer to Conrad, with Saralegui's slim body nestled in between them.

With a glance of his own at the smug little grin that had now appeared on Conrad's face, Yozak lifted Saralegui's chin and leaned down. Fine lips curved up in a satisfied smile just before he touched his own lips to them. The boy king tasted young and fresh, but he knew what to do with his mouth in kiss. Yozak felt Conrad's heated breath on his forehead, and through half-closed eyes he watched Conrad nuzzle spun-gold hair, and then tip his head down to kiss the tip of the king's delicate ear.

Saralegui shuddered with delight and moaned - delicately. He wiggled gently between them, hands on Yozak's waist and leaning back against Conrad as if to increase the connection between them. Then he reached back through the water and ran one hand down Conrad's thigh, smiling when Conrad's breath caught. Golden eyes looked up into Yozak's as if to make sure he noticed.

Yozak certainly did notice; in fact, half the heat in the moment was from watching Conrad get visibly turned on in spite of his reservations, and seeing him move sensually against Sara, nuzzling his hair, closing his eyes in pleasure.

I'll tell you later how good you look right now, taichou, Yozak thought. For the moment, he just reached around and down into the water to find where Sara's hand was going, which turned out to be on Conrad's outer thigh, rubbing gently up and down. Then Conrad's hand was on top of his, and Saralegui knowingly slipped his own hand out of the way. He sidled his slim hips to press closer to Yozak and a little to the side, out of the way of Yozak's arm reaching toward Conrrad, but still pressed back against Conrad's body.

"That's good, isn't it? You must know how it feels... " Saralegui murmured, looking up at Yozak before his eyes drifted closed again as he arched his back, throwing his head back against Conrad's shoulder.

With a rush of heat that almost made him feel faint, Yozak realized Saralegui was referring to Conrad's erection - which his hand found by touch at that moment, guided by Conrad's own hand on his. The familiar shape twitched as if welcoming his touch, gently bobbing in the water and nudging against the slim curve of the boy-king's ass.

Yozak's breath caught on the thought that suddenly came into his mind as sharp as a vision, the idea of watching Conrad fucking another person - of seeing this delicate, sensuous creature writhing in pleasure around Conrad's cock, and Conrad's strong arms holding him, and how he could watch Conrad's face contort the way he loved to do when he was the one fucking Conrad... or when Conrad took him, but then, he would usually lose track and forget to watch at some point.

He found himself kissing Conrad hungrily, Saralegui slipping and sliding in between them, nuzzling at their throats, while Conrad kissed him back with a hand gripping the hair at the back of his neck as if he couldn't get enough of all of it. Suddenly, Yozak was certain that, one way or another, his surprising little vision was going to become reality.

(to be continued)