Author's Note: This chapter isn't as long as the others, but I felt it did well all by itself. I feel that this story turned out quite wonderfully! It was one of my favourites because it allowed me to explore a little part of their relationship that I hadn't been able to. My next idea however... well that is going to be QUITE interesting indeed.

Disclaimer: I only own the blanket! XD

Covenant Castle, The Great Demon Kingdom

Yozak retreated without another word, his blue eyes filled with a tangle of silent emotions, but there was a promise in them, one that told him that his actions at Lutenberg had truly secured Yozak's loyalty for what he had done for Conrart. Yuuri gave him the slightest of nods before turning his complete attention on to Conrart and he swallowed sharply at the expression that crossed the man's features.

The tray the man was carrying was carefully set to the side before he shut the door, his cinnamon eyes dark with a single intense emotion that Yuuri couldn't quite identify. In several long strides the man was soon beside the bed, the edge of it depressing underneath the man's weight as he sat, one hand stretching out towards Yuuri. Fingers brushed softly against one cheek lightly, thumb trailing down to his lips and sliding along the lower one in the most intimate of caresses.

"You truly do love me." No one had ever loved him like that, with such singular devotion.

A hand suddenly reached up to curl into the short cropped hair at the back of his neck and yanked forwards almost harshly, their mouths meeting in a kiss that scorched both all the way through. Grip tightening just a little, his mouth opened even more, tongues stroking in an erotic dance that truly left both breathless when they finally did pull away.

"Mine." Yuuri purred against Conrart's jaw, tongue tracing the length of the man's lower lip, tugging it into his mouth and nipping it teasingly.

"I was going to say something..." Conrart's mouth quirked upwards on one side, his forehead resting lightly against Yuuri's temple, privately loving the feeling of calloused fingers drawing light circles against the nape of his neck. "But for the life of me... I can't seem to remember." He had craved this kind of intimacy, his heart longing for something that would come close to what they had shared over two decades before. Nothing had ever compared... nothing at all to the feel of this lean but strong body beneath his own, the taste of warm skin and so much more.

"I'm glad to see my kisses are so affective." Amusement tinged his features, the man relaxing as all the tension seemed to drain right out of both of them as they remained like that, Yuuri's fingers tangled in Conrart's hair, the soldier's face nuzzled up close to Yuuri's.

"You... didn't mention your family."

Yuuri when quiet at that, his lips pressing together tightly into a thin white line. "I have not seen them. I never went back home after... after that night. I refused to allow anything to prevent me from doing my duty to this Kingdom. I... I wasn't the same. I don't even look the same anymore..." That life seemed so far away, beyond his grasp and one... he strangely didn't want to return to. "I just couldn't go back."

Conrart's clean shaven jaw rubbed against Yuuri's, his soft lips moving up across warm sink and beneath the lobe of his lover's ear, feeling the fluttering pulse beat wildly against his mouth.

"Would you... grow your hair out again?" Fingertips rubbed lightly at the shorter strands at the nape of Conrart's neck, his palm pressing against the warm skin, though his fingers were sliding down into the stiff collar of his shirt and against the hard planes of his back. "I liked it long... feeling it tickle against me skin..."

"If you like."

Conrart Weller had never experienced something so strangely intimate before, never sharing something like this with a lover. Even though there had been a few in his life, nothing had ever been like this, a time where he wanted nothing more than to remain like that, still and just letting warm fingers caress him.

Cinnamon eyes blinked sharply when the stiff collar suddenly loosened at his throat, a sharp hiss of sound escaped his lips when fingers rubbed over a nipple as his shirt and jacket hung open. "Were you distracting me?"

"Maybe." And Yuuri's hands lifted upwards to the shoulders of his clothes and hooked his thumbs at the lapels, tugging them apart and away from the heated skin of Conrart's body. Delighted when the soldier put up no protest as the shirt and jacket slipped down off his shoulders, baring the broad expanse of tawny hairless skin. "I loved watching you train." His lips twitched upwards at the corners, his expression showing the darkening desire in those polished obsidian orbs. "Especially when I could sit by the window and just..."

Hands returning to Conrart's chest, he caressed every scar, knowing them from when they had been curled together for hours, his mouth dropping to brush along one collarbone lightly, lapping across the heated skin. Grinning up at Conrart, he straddled the other man's lap, tucking his body in close so that he was pressing his rear right over the hot bulge trapped within the other man's pants. Yuuri practically plastered himself to the other man, legs and arms wrapping tightly around the powerful body, his face nuzzled in against the hollow of the warm throat. Arms instantly coiled around him, cradling him in close, a palm sweeping from the base of his spine up to the back of his neck, moving in slow steady strokes.

"You're really here." He breathed out softly, the sound catching in the back of his throat, his expression hidden. "Really... alive... Oh... oh... god..."

Conrart felt the sight shiver run through the length of the man's body, his face buried itself into the raven strands while he tugged the younger man in closer, rocking him slowly, letting his lips linger against one temple. One muffled sob... then another... and the soldier felt the burning hot tears sliding down across the bare skin of his chest while Yuuri gripped him so tightly it was almost painful. The Maou was finally let out the overwhelming grief and relief that had filled him for far too long, trapped within the man's stoicism.

"It's alright." The brown haired warrior murmured softly, one hand cupping the back of that dark head and pressing it in closer, allowing Yuuri to cry for as long as he needed to. "Love... my sweet Love." Smoothing back the raven curls, he felt the trembling shudders slowly begin to leave the man's limps and Conrart carefully shifted them both upwards, managing to kick his boots off when he drew them both down onto the bed, Yuuri snuggled across his chest and body. "All is well now."

"I love you, Conrart Weller. I always have, since you first came riding to my rescue, you have been my strength, my support. The foundation of my very soul." His voice was muffled against the pulse point just beneath one of the soldier's ears and the moment the words came out he felt a shudder of emotion flare through his protector.

"You are all I have ever wanted." He responded softly, just allowing them both to curl together on the warm blankets grateful to be able to share the first of many intimate moments.

The Forests Near Covenant Castle, The Great Demon Kingdom

A gasp and a soft whimper escaped Yuuri's throat as his entire body arched restlessly against the powerful body stretched out over his own, pinning him against the silky smooth blanket just beneath his bare body. His fingernails bit into the hard planes of Conrart's back, his legs coiling very tightly around the back of trim hips, pulling him in deeper with every thrust, open and welcoming. Yuuri's dark hair spread out around his flushed face, his mouth parted as he panted hot and hard, desperate to ease away the raw heat that scorched its way all through him. There was nothing quite like it. The feeling of something hot and hard pushing so deeply into his body, creating a restless friction within him, against his sweetspot.

Warm sunshine spilled down across both of them, heating their already flushed bodies, adding an almost luminous quality to Conrart's tawny skin. Conrart was whispering soft words against Yuuri's ear, loving phrases and heated promises, all of which seemed to inflame the younger man to even higher pleasures.

The steady pace of their lovemaking was soon becoming choppy, the thrusts sharper, deeper, driving in so that there was no way to tell where one began and the other ended. The soldier's head suddenly arched back as he thrust home, roaring out the name of his lover as the slender dark haired Maou gasped out soft words of love and spiralled into blissful rapture, entire body trembling fiercely with the force of his climax.

They collapsed limply together, Conrart sprawling out over Yuuri, his face pressed into the sweet curve of the dark haired man's throat, his lips touching against the skin where blood thundered just beneath the surface. Heated breath fluttered across flushed flesh, sending a little erotic tremor scorching down along Yuuri's back as he panted hard attempting to get some semblance of sanity back.

"That was..." A blissful smile tugged at Yuuri's lips, his muscles clenching around the still half hard shaft inside of him, reluctant to ever consider having the other man slip free of his body. "Very... very... enjoyable."

"Enjoyable?" Both of Conrart's brows shot upwards at that, his head lifting, amusement flickering through his cinnamon eyes. "I thought I would rank higher than mere 'enjoyable' after that..."

Hands slid from Conrart's shoulders downwards to cup one magnificent piece of his lover's anatomy, squeezing both cheeks firmly and tugging him even closer, sighing with pleasure when the man's length slipped in an extra inch. "I don't know... some improvements could be made."

Laughter glittered in Conrart's eyes. "You are far more willing than I thought you might be."

"If it's you... how can I not enjoy everything?" The dark haired man let out a soft sigh, his entire body shuddering with delight, clearly delighted when Conrart slowly began to rock against him. It was a slow grind, the slide of only a few inches but... it had him practically whimpering with sheer delight at the sensation. "If it's you." Yuuri honestly couldn't help himself when he whispered those words, his eyes closing for a long moment, just revelling in the fact that he was the one that had managed to snare a man like Conrart Weller.

Butterfly kisses flickered down across the sensitive skin beneath Yuuri's chin, teeth nipping lightly at the skin. "If it's me." Conrart mused, one hand sliding down the length of Yuuri's thigh and lightly drawing his lover's knee upwards, spreading him even more beneath his body, allowing him to press even more closer. "I like the sound of that."

"Good." Yuuri's hands lifted to curl into the silky brown locks, just feeling them tickle against the back of his hands. It was only mere moments before the pleasure was surging upwards again within him as that length rubbed and brushed against the most sensitive part of him deep inside. Fingers caressed every part of him, that mouth lingering and tasting.

Their pleasure overspilled again, leaving them both sated and curled together, Conrart spooned up against Yuuri's back, his arm tucked under Yuuri's head as a makeshift pillow.

"I always loved moments like these."

Conrart stirred, his cinnamon eyes drifting half open while his palm rubbed idle circles against Yuuri's belly softly, fingertips teasing across the heated length that was twitching again with still more interest. "Moments like...?"

"Where it's just us. Just us and we don't have to worry about anything or anyone. Where we stand in the shade of a summery forest and just breath in the morning air after one of our long runs and know... what peace feels like." His lips curved into a smile, expression softening at the memories of many such mornings like that, though he had never been able to quite keep up with Conrart's long strides until now. He had always loved that hour where he could see Conrart in front of him, the man's hair wild around his face when he glanced back, eyes alight.

"I have to admit... I enjoyed those moments too." His face pressed in against the silken mass of his lover's hair, burying his nose amongst the fragrant strands, letting out a happy breath. "Though I privately have to admit, I like ones like this more." His lips lingered against the nape of his lover's neck, rubbing his mouth over it in a silent caress. "Where you are in my arms."

"So much will happen soon." Yuuri admitted softly, knowing that soon enough their relatively peaceful lives would erupt into action as so much still needed to happen. Yet, he didn't fear it this time. Yuuri Shibuya didn't fear what was to come, because he knew Conrart Weller was going to be at his side the entire way. They were together, bound by strings of fate and their love. "This time... will be so much better."

"Do you think... it happened for a reason?"

The Maou was actually startled by the question, his obsidian eyes blinking open at that, but knowing that that had been the question weighing on both of them. "Maybe. I just don't know." However, he had to admit it had forced him to face himself, face the weight of so many things that had been in his life that he hadn't until he had been without Conrart. "But I guess... I learned to appreciate what truly matters. I learned that I should not stay silent and waste time when I could be doing something about what I want."

"Do you think Gunter has realised that you aren't coming to lessons this afternoon?"

"He's probably realising just about now." A soft little chuckle escaped him. His hand drifted down to touch the back of Conrart's, their fingers soon lacing together intimately, squeezing slightly. "Can you see him? He's probably almost sobbing..." Though he almost felt guilty for it, he couldn't truthfully when Conrart was snuggled up behind him, their bodies blissfully entwined. "I do not quite know why he gets so emotional about such things."

"Should we go back?" Conrart asked softly, his teeth catching the shell of Yuuri's ear and nibbled it, tongue flicking out along the curve of it.

"Not yet." A smile tugged at his lips. "I want to feel you within me for a little while longer." His hips squirmed backwards, pressing firmly against his lover's own, letting out a blissful little sigh to feel the other man remain deep within his body.

"I love you."

Now that made Yuuri sigh happily, his eyes closing after a moment, contentment singing through him, washing away the pain, sweeping away the darkness that had burdened him for so long. "And I love you, Conrart Weller, I can never say it enough."

"And I love hearing you say it."

And both shared a silent smile as they lay in the shade of the sunshine drenched forest, curled together in each other's arms.

I think you now know why it was titled this XD I just always imagined them like that!