'til death do us part

4

Wriothesley found it impossible to remove his gaze from Neuvillette if he were around. There were so many secrets he wanted to uncover about him. Those blue streaks in his hair... was it his hair? Ribbons? He found himself wanting to reach out and touch. What if it wasn't hair at all? Horns? Why were they so flat against his head? Had he needed to hide his dragon features in the city? Why did it feel as if he'd known Neuvillette for lifetimes? 

"Is something the matter?" Neuvillette turned his head but Wriothesley was so caught up in the ways his lips moved that he hardly registered the words coming out of his mouth. 

"You're so beautiful..." he blurted out. "I want to take off your clothes and examine you closely." 

"Pardon?" Neuvillette's head tilted slightly. "You've already seen me before. Did you forget when you bathed me?" 

Wriothesley sighed, holding his head in his hands. "Curse my gentlemanly nature. I should've gotten a good look then." 

Neuvillette placed the file he was holding on top of Wriothesley's desk and circled around to stand in front of him. Picking up his hand, he placed it on top of his chest. 

"If you're that curious, go ahead." 

Wriothesley's brain slowly caught up with the moment. What he'd assumed to be some kind of daydream turned out to be reality. Face flushing with embarrassment, he pulled his hand away. 

"I'm so sorry!" he hid his face in his hands again, slamming his elbows down against the desk. 

"Why are you apologizing? I gave you permission," Neuvillette grabbed Wriothesley's hands and brought them back to his chest. He'd already gone through the trouble of unbuttoning for him. Wriothesley's hands were calloused and rough but not uncomfortable. His hands were warm against his skin. 

"So smooth..." Wriothesley forgot his shyness and pulled the clothing over Neuvillette's shoulder. Half on, half off, he kissed the chest he'd just made bare. 

"Hn..." Neuvillette shivered. 

"Every piece of you is flawless," Wriothesley moved his other hand under the other half of clothes. Neuvillette shivered again, remembering his scars in previous life. 

"Let's hope it stays that way..." 

"Hm?" Wriothesley looked up at him with his chin still pressed against Neuvillette's chest. "I would never put you in danger." 

"I'm not talking about you," Neuvillette ran his fingers through Wriothesley's hair. "I just hope I won't get summoned to fight in some way." 

"I won't let that happen," Wriothesley insisted, hiding his face in Neuvillette's skin. He moved his lips to kiss but was filled with the urge to lick instead. 

"Wha-?" Neuvillette squeaked feeling cold. 

Wriothesley slid his hands under the hem of Neuvillette's pants to squeeze his ass. Neuvillette leaned forward, pressing Wriothesley further into himself and draped his arms around him. 

"May I see your legs too?" Wriothesley asked into his skin. He waited for the soft nod before pulling Neuvillette's pants down. "There's not a blemish on you," he said, kissing Neuvillette's hip. 

"Wait a moment..." Neuvillette pulled Wriothesley's head up via his hair. "I should alter something first..." 

"You don't need to change anything for me." 

"You won't find it strange?" 

"You're beautiful, Neuvillette." 

"Hm," Neuvillette nodded and released his hair. Wriothesley looked down and blinked. 

"You...have two?" Wriothesley shifted his hand to lightly poke one shaft. "Sorry, I'm sorry... I don't know why I did that." Wriothesley buried his face in Neuvillette's stomach once again. "Fuck me..." 

"Would you like me to?" 

"Huh?" Wriothesley blushed, looking up. Neuvillette grabbed the chair, leaning Wriothesley back, and pressed his knee up against the bottom of the chair by Wriothesley's thigh. 

"No, wait," Wriothesley gently pushed Neuvillette away, "I don't want you to do this out of some sort of responsibility. It wasn't an order..." 

"Does it matter?" 

"What?" 

"Does it matter whether I'm doing this due to the fealty contract or not? The end result is still that I am willing, and you requested this of me." 

"Of course, it matters!" Wriothesley stood up, neglecting to realize that doing so would push Neuvillette away due to their prior position. "Would you sleep with anyone that asked?" Wriothesley felt his blood boiling at the thought. "No, wait," he held his forehead, "maybe I don't want to know the answer." 

"No," Neuvillette answered regardless, while putting on his clothing once more. "In fact, I don't believe I've ever given it thought until I met you." Which wasn't a lie. He was too busy with his jobs in his past life to try to understand the intricacies of human relationships in this manner. 

"As I've said before," Neuvillette closed his eyes and placed a hand on his chest, "the contract deems me loyal to you in all ways. I would naturally seek permission prior to engaging in activities you may find disloyal. Considering your treatment of this contract as a marriage, that would include relationships." 

"You wouldn't be the least bit bothered by me finding someone else?" Wriothesley's eyebrows furrowed. 

The winds picked up outside with an impromptu snowstorm. Wriothesley's office window burst open. He hastened to close it, wondering why such a thing would happen. It wasn't supposed to snow today. He turned, immediately wiping snow off of Neuvillette so he wouldn't get cold. 

"I would not... hinder you..." Neuvillette replied quietly. 

"You struggle with opening up about your emotions, don't you?" Wriothesley paused, picking up a snowflake from Neuvillette's hair pin. 

"I truly don't expect the loyalty returned." 

"Perhaps trust is a problem as well?" Wriothesley pondered, holding his own chin. 

Wriothesley pulled Neuvillette close, wrapping his arms around him, squeezing him tightly. "A beautiful man showed up on my doorstep after sending me a letter with sweet nothings. I would be a fool to cast him aside for someone else. However," Wriothesley pulled back enough to make eye contact, "I am no mind reader. Be as honest with me as you can." 

Neuvillette grabbed Wriothesley's arms and pushed him up against the desk. He hovered over him, not caring about the papers that fell to the floor. His long hair fell beside Wriothesley's head. 

"I find myself wanting to explore every inch of your body and touch you in improper places. I want to push my tongue far enough into your mouth that I might catch a glimpse of the tea you drank being digested in your stomach. I want to know if your hole would tear by taking both of my cocks and I want to see the face you'd make if it did. Are these things the likes of me should be honest about?" 

Neuvillette was at the door before Wriothesley could properly process what had just taken place. When he registered it wasn't fiction, Neuvillette was long gone. Wriothesley sank to the ground, hugging his knees, blushing terribly at the mere thought of what occurred. His face turned redder still at the fact he was harder than the cold floor he was sitting on. 

"I should've let him fuck me..." he groaned, slamming his head on his knees.