Gwendal stood there staring at Wolfram chasing after Yuuri. Why in the world did the boy kiss him? Didn’t he understand that Gwendel wasn’t the sort to kiss someone just like that? That Maou was some sort of trouble, and Gwendel knew it. But, he couldn’t stop staring. He just couldn’t believe it.

“Gwendal, how long did his Majesty kiss you?” Gunter asked him whining.
Gwendal turned to Gunter and saw him sitting in the dirt twiddling his fingers like a little girl. Oh, how Gwendal loved to see this cute side of Gunter.

“I pushed him away from me. So if he was lucky only a second.” Gwendal said remembering the sour taste of an unwelcomed kiss. “If he ever…” “Gwendal, I think that I’m stuck here” Gunter said looking at him with his pouting eyes. He held his arms out in a near hug pose. “please” he asked in such a childish voice. Gunter sure did know how to push Gwendal buttons. The ones that wanted to make him knit his very own Gunter doll…again.

“You’re a man aren’t you? Can’t you get up on your own?” Gwendal stated as his carefully and lovingly picked Gunter up and held him close just for a second, not long enough to show his feelings, but long enough for Gwendal to remember his smell.

Gunter looked like he was genuinely hurt by the fact that that boy had kissed him and then kissed several other people. His movements were slow, and drawn out. Gwendal walked behind him, admiring each strand of Gunter’s hair that flowed in the air. Gunter moved slower and slower and then “poof” Gunter was falling to the ground.

Gwendal caught him before he hit the ground. “Gunter, what the hell is wrong with you?!?”

“Oh Majesty, how could you… I loved you and…” he fainted in Gwendal’s arms. Somewhere in the recesses of Gwendal’s stern mind a little voice was saying “Chance! Here is your CHANCE!” For the first time in many years Gwendal listened to this little voice and took Gunter to his room. He set him on the couch near the bed. He sat holding Gunters head in his lap and he brushed the soft hair. That little doll he lost was no where near good enough to be Gunter. Nothing could compare to Gunter.

Gwendal traced his fingers around Gunters face. Taking in each contour. Next time, he would make the perfect doll, and no one would ever see it. His Gunter doll would be only his. He leaned down and kissed Gunters forehead. SO SOFT! Gwendal thought. I wonder… he leaned ever further and he kissed Gunter. Rose petal lips, motionless at first and then they started to kiss back.

He jumped up. His cheeks red and hands fumbling to knit something in the air he looked at Gunter. Gunter’s lavender eyes looked at him. “I’m sorry. I thought that you needed mouth to mouth, it had been too long since you passed out…and…” Gwendal was trying to save himself, but his frantic fingers moved even faster in a square knit stitch. Gwendal was drowning in Gunters eyes.

Gunter patted his hand on the couch next to him. “Have a seat Sir van Walde.” Gunter’s voice was stern and not like himself. Gwendal hurried and sat next to him, his fingers still stitching only Gods knew what. He couldn’t look at him, Gunter had to be upset that Gwendal would kiss him. Gwendal knew that Gunter loved his Majesty, but he hated that.

A soft hand took hold of the frantic knitting hands. It moved them to Gunters lap. Gwendal sat there shaking. He peered up to see Gunter smiling at him, that perfect candid smile. “Gwendal, when someone kisses you back, it’s rude to stand up.” Gunter said as he leaned in towards Gwendal. Gunters hand touched Gwendals face and pulled it to him.

“Yes..but..but…you were sleeping and how…” Gunter put his lips to Gwendal and kissed him deeply. “You should learn to finish what you start Sir van Walde” Gunter said after he let go.

“I always finish…” Gwendal stopped mid-sentence. He just realized that Gunter had in fact kissed him! “Gunter, what was that all about. Just now…you…” “Yes, I kissed you. Was it not pleasant? Oh, I thought that my kisses were normally the best in the kingdom, or so I was told once.” Gunter said as he brushed his hair back from his face. “Or is it something else that is bothering you?”
“I thought that you loved his Majesty.” Gwendal said sternly and painfully.
“Well, who said that I can’t change my mind? Besides, since when do you only have love for one person?” Gunter said laughingly.

Gunter wrapped his arms around Gwendal. “Now, where were we? Ah yes… I think that we were here” Gunter said as he inched his way into Gwendals lap.

“You really should learn to take what you want Gwendal. Otherwise, you might never get it.” Gwendal was about to protest when Gunter placed a finger on his lips. “Right now, I want you, and I am going to make you mine Gwendal van Walde” Gunter said leaning in to kiss Gwendal once again.

Damned it Gunter. I thought that I got to make the moves. Gwendal heard Gunters voice in his head. Well, if you’re going to make them, you’d better start now.