I'll Follow you Anywhere, Chief!

A/N: I have reviewers ~~ I’m so happy ~~ ^_^ Anyway, I’ve got another chapter for you! Be happy! More Growlanshonen-ai for you all! And this is going to become a fairly long fic from the looks of things... the ending will change somewhat, and Wein/Hans may not be the only pairing involved (see note at end of chapter)... but you’ll love it all the same! I’m hopefully going to cover everything from the date scene in GL2 up ‘till the very end of the game, so...
Anyway, this chapter is pretty much PWP ^_^ Enjoy ~

~-~ 2: Amorous Expression ~-~

“So how long have you loved me?” Hans asked. In the shade of a large oak they were hidden from sight, the hands of the commander wrapped around the youth’s back. Hans sat quietly in his friend’s lap, bodies pressed against one another, leaving Wein trapped between a solid trunk and an eager friend.

“...I guess... I don’t know. It just... happened over time,” Wein admitted, being honest. He wasn’t quite sure just when his affection for Hans had developed, but it was there now, and that was all that mattered. So he told that sappy thought to Hans.

“Awesome,” Hans grinned, which was perhaps not the answer Wein had expected, and leaned over and trapped Wein’s lips in another kiss. A simple gesture, cute and sweet, and perhaps the umpteenth one they had given each other now. Each one of varying passion and intensity, this one just a quick peck compared to many others. Yet, as soon as it was broken, a hand came up to the back of Hans’ head and pulled him back down for another kiss; without a doubt the strongest yet.

Hans moaned at the feeling, and he opened his mouth, only to find that Wein’s tongue found its way inside in those few moments, and was mapping out the insides of his love’s mouth. Hans moaned, as he began to do the same, and Wein swore he heard his name in the soft moan. As Wein pulled him closer, hands sliding down so one was on Hans’ back and the other on his ass, Hans seemingly fell submissive in the other’s grip, leaning into the other boy. Though puffy, the redhead’s shorts weren’t hiding much, not anymore. To this, Wein moaned in response and pulled the boy even closer.

When they finally did break apart, it was only for air, and Wein opened his eyes to see that Hans’ face was visibly flustered. “Uhnn...” a soft moan escaped Hans’ lips. “Wein, that... that was...”

“Hans...” Wein smiled lightly to his friend, trying to comfort him. “I don’t want to seem rude, but... have you ever... done things... with another man before?” In response, Hans turned away slightly, the blush only deepening by a shade or two, and he shook his head.

“No, not with anybody, Wein...” Hans responded, quietly, slightly ashamed of himself. He knew exactly what Wein meant, and he wouldn’t mind at all - hell no he wouldn’t! But the idea still made him so nervous...

“Not even with yourself?” Wein asked, biting his tongue after. He was surprised that his mind was dirty enough to ask such a question... but at the moment one of his hands was massaging Hans’ ass and pulling the young’s tight shorts against his own crotch, so perhaps that explained it.

Hans too was surprised Wein would ask something like this... but he did have a right to know, after all, just how ‘educated’ his love was. Hans shook his head, embarrassed. “H... Have you, Chief?” he asked, nervously.

This time, it was Wein’s turned to be a bit flustered, and he felt slightly guilty at the admission that came from his lips. “...Once, Hans... I slept with Maximillian once...”

Hans giggled a bit. “You don’t say...”

Wein almost seemed offended. “What? You mean you expected it?”

“Well,” Hans began to reply, “I guess now it doesn’t surprise me. Besides... Wein... I’m... gonna need an educated teacher...” and the boy blushed immediately when he realised that he had pretty much just given his body over to Wein with that comment.

Wein smiled, softly. “So... do you want to...?”

“Wein, I love you... I want you... I... I... need...” Hans breathed, but before he could finish, Wein had received the message, trapping the youth’s lips in another deep, passionate kiss, and one of the older boy’s hands moved to begin relieving the boy of the clothes guarding his upper body. Hans gasped as the leather drape around his shoulders was pulled off and thrown aside, and he threw off his gauntlets in short time, not complaining when Wein began to work with the ties at the front of his shirt - after all, he himself was busy relieving his lover of the white shirt he wore as well. In sync, both boys succeeded in their tasks, and garments were pulled off, leaving both boys open to the air.

Wein was a fine example of a man. Not muscular by most standards, he was none the less defined, and Hans wasn’t complaining at all. The light tanning by the constant outdoor work was beautiful to the eyes of the redhead, who found his hands straying out to touch Wein’s chest. “Wein... can I...?”

Wein smiled, eyeing the youth in front of him. For somebody as young as Hans, the boy really was in fine shape. Though not even as muscular as Wein, there wasn’t a shade of baby fat left on the young male in front of him, and the entire thing looked delicious to Wein’s eyes. In fact, as Hans took the smile as consent and began rubbing his chest, Wein pushed the youth to the ground behind him. Leaning over Hans, Wein arranged himself so his crotch was pressing against Hans’ clothed rear, the boy’s legs hanging over his own, both hands pinning down Hans’ shoulders.

Before the freckle-faced youth could say anything, Wein’s head dove down, and he began a pleasurable assault on the other’s nipples. After a couple of licks and playful nibbles, Hans was squirming underneath the other boy, leaning up into the ministrations and panting. “Gods, Wein... so... good...” At this, Wein left the other’s chest and began to stroll down Hans’ belly, hands releasing his shoulders and slipping down to tug at his shorts. Hans gave an embarrassed cry as Wein tugged them off, momentarily moving out from between Hans’ legs so he could tug the last garments off, then finally leaving the boy naked. At this time, Wein’s head was by the other’s belly button, and it was sliding in and out teasingly. The older male could feel the other’s freed erection pressing up against his chest in needy jerks.

“W-Wein!” Hans panted, wrapping his legs around Wein’s back and driving his crotch up against the other’s chest, rubbing his cock against Wein’s upper body. The elder of the two boys didn’t complain at this, but he stopped the other after a short time, to many protests.

“I don’t want you to get off Just yet,” Wein informed him, before taking the straining member in hand, beginning to stroke young Hans. The dagger-throwing warrior fell submissive, thrusting up into Wein’s hand with each stroke, starting already to beg for a slightly faster pace... for something more. Hans had never felt anything quite like this.

“Wein...” Hans whispered huskily into the air around them, his hips rocking slowly in an erotic rhythm. Short pants escaped his lips, his eyes shut, he was allowing himself to get lost in the pleasure. He knew he was close to something... what, he didn’t know for sure, but he was sure that he was getting close. The moment a heat slid over his solid cock, pushing his hand away, Hans gave a loud shout. He had no clue what Wein had done, but his hips thrust up hard into the heat, desperate for even more pleasure as he took leave of his senses.

When Hans finally opened his eyes again, it was to slowly raise his head and open his eyes, and he was able to watch as Wein’s head pulled off of his member, white fluids dripping down from the corners of his mouth.

“W... Wein...” Hans finally managed to breathe out. He felt like he had just been through one of commander Logan’s training sessions... except the afterglow was significantly more pleasant. Now, here he was, lying naked underneath Wein, completely defenceless... and yet he still felt safe. “That was... incredible...”

Wein smiled, wiping off his chin lazily with one hand, then licking the essence off of his fingers. “Delicious...” he muttered, sitting there and watching quietly as Hans sat up, still naked, and the younger boy scanned Wein’s body up and down with his eyes, eventually settling on his crotch.

“Umm... Wein... you...” Apparently, Hans had noticed his chief’s rather pressing need. After all, those somewhat tight leather pants Wein was wearing weren’t doing him very much in the way of keeping his desires hidden.

“Hans, you don’t have to worry about me,” Wein tried to tell the other boy, but before he could get it all out, Hans pressed his lover onto his back, tugged down the black pants, and swallowed Wein’s shaft whole. His reward for this rather daring action was a startled grunt and moan of pleasure from Wein’s mouth. Hans wasn’t sure just what had driven him to do something quite as sudden as this, but hearing Wein’s response pushed him forward. Gently, the inexperienced boy began to bob his head up and down on the thick rod, tasting it in his mouth. The cries he received were music to his ears, and hands tangled themselves up in his hair, pulling him down. The redhead obliged, his tongue working of its own accord and beginning to slide up and down Wein’s member, sliding over the head and getting the strange flavour at the end.

Quickly, though, the pace was beginning to build up. Wein’s hips were bucking upwards slightly, and Hans had to pin him down with one hand. Wein didn’t protest this, however, he only moaned louder, his hips clenching and raising him higher as he hit his own climax. Hans’ mouth was flooded with man milk, and having not expected this at all the boy was barely able to gulp down half of it - most dripped out of his mouth as he tried to pull away, covering his lips in a fine coat of his lover’s seed.

When Wein finally got his senses back, he pulled up his pants as he leaned over to the smaller boy, licking his face off and enjoying the taste of his seed, before he collapsed forwards, barely keeping from crushing Hans in the process.

“Wein... Wein, that was...” Hans whispered, unable to find the words. “I can’t believe...”

“Shhh,” Wein shushed the smaller boy, putting a finger to his lips, and reaching around to start finding their discarded clothes. When both finally were dressed, they curled up in each other’s arms.

“Mmm... that was... I wanna do that again sometime...” Hans whispered, curling up in Wein’s arms. The sun was starting to set behind them, but Wein was content to sleep out under the stars tonight. He couldn’t help but smile at the image of innocence that was lying softly against his chest, halfway asleep.

“There’s more, you know...” Wein smiled. For a moment, a mischievous glint crossed Hans’ eyes, but Wein shot it down. “But I’m too tired... and so are you, I think. So why don’t you sleep for now...?”

“Chief...?”

“Yeah, Hans?”

“...I love you... Wein...”

“And I love you, of course...”

And with those words, Hans fell asleep, followed shortly by his lover. Wein found himself forgetting about the troubles of the world around him, about his duty as an Imperial Knight... all that mattered for the moment was that he spend tonight sleeping with his love underneath the stars.

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Meanwhile, as the two lovers fell asleep, Charlone was having one hell of a time trying to deal with their disappearance.

“You know, it’s going to look awfully bad in front of the king if we say tomorrow morning that we have no clue where Wein disappeared to,” Brett protested.

“And what about Hans?” Xenos asked. “You notice he’s gone too? Something tells me those disappearances are related.”

“I’m sure they’re safe...” Charlone tried to calm everybody down, but a curious eye from Riviera turned on her.

“You keep saying that like it’ll solve everything,” Riviera spoke in a somewhat accusing tone. “Do you know something?”

“No...” Charlone lied, but it was obvious from the reluctance in her tone that it was a flat out lie.

“Okay, what do you know?” Riviera demanded.

“...I can’t... I shouldn’t tell...”

“If you want to know,” Carmaine spoke up, from his corner, and all eyes turned to him, “I can bet you that those two lover-boys are probably off in a hotel room together somewhere, or off in some other equally private location, and...”

“Did you say... lover-boys?” Brett perked up, interrupting him.

“Yes, I did,” Carmaine said, quite pointedly, not skirting around it.

“Carmaine!” Charlone protested quickly. “Don’t you think that maybe Wein and Hans would have preferred to have told the others themselves?”

“This saves them the trouble, now, doesn’t it?” Carmaine said, quite calmly, as he always did. Everybody else was quiet around them. “At least this way its no big shock to you all when they come back hand-in-hand tomorrow morning.”

“...So is that why he...” Arieta mumbled to herself, looking like she had been thrown into a deep dark hole of depression for a few moments.

“Hans! That’s the last straw for that... that sneak!” Riviera growled, clenching her staff so tightly that her knuckles were white. “How dare he sneak off with my man?”

“My thoughts exactly!” cried Brett, and before anybody could say anything in shocked response to this, he stomped off in search of Wein.

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A/N: This is still the only Growlanser fic on AFF... there’s on Growlanser fic on FF.net now, but it’s only a novelisation of Growlanser III *Sigh* and although I’ve come across a piece of fanart or two, they’ve been of Growlanser I or Growlanser III each time... how miserable is that? Please keep sending me any fanart or anything else you find! Please! I’m getting desperate here! I want Growlanser Fanstuffs~~
Okay, and getting back on track, yes, there will be some one-sided Brett/Wein in the next chapter. Not sure if it’ll be a non-con lemon or not... I know Brett’s normally a little timid, but... well, anyway, hopefully I won’t need as long to get to the next chapter!
~ Growlanser II’s Shonen-Ai Fanboy, Genis Irving