The Demon King
Disclaimer: You know and I know that KKMaou and its characters are not mine. I would've kept Yuuri and Wolfram to myself if they are. Too bad they're not…
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Prologue: Moonlit Encounter
"Damn it. I should've paid more attention to where I was going."
Wolfram von Bielefeld, a child prodigy. At age 16, he already acquired his first bachelor's degree. The petite blond-haired boy with deep emerald eyes was currently lost in a quiet residential area of San Francisco. The first full moon was already high up in the clear summer sky and his surrounding was dark and silent, giving it an eerie atmosphere.
"Why is everyone already asleep at this hour? It's only a bit past midnight," Wolfram complained to nobody. "I knew I should've brought my own car instead of relying on Conrad to pick me up."
"Sorry Wolfram, I can't pick you up as promised. Mr. Ken Murata is here. He's a really important business client that both Gwendel and I can't ignore. Can you take a cab home instead? Ah, I've got to go, they need me inside."
Conrad Weller, Wolfram's half-brother from their mother, Cecilie's second marriage called him at the party earlier. Wolfram was celebrating his graduation with some of his old friends at his cousin, Gisela's house. He left the party at midnight with the intention to take a cab home since all his other friends were too wasted to give him a lift home, and had decided to stay for a sleepover. The party also doubled as both a graduation celebration and reunion since many of his old friends had coincidentally moved to the US. They decided to make the reunion in SF ever since they found out he was coming there in the summer. Gisela, being the host, could not simply leave the site to drive Wolfram home. Who knows what the other kids would've done to her home if she left – especially in their current state of being. So Wolfram had decided to try to find his own way home after Conrad called.
"Arrgh! Stupid half-brothers! They knew I just arrived at the city. Didn't they even think for a second that maybe I don't know the way around here? Important client from Japan, my ass! I don't even get it why they still put up with that perverted Japanese businessman." Wolfram talked to himself as he walked down the dark street, trying to find the main road so he could find a taxi home. He was already lost after fifteen minutes walking in the middle of the secluded Victorian houses. Gisela's house was quite far from the main road.
"My brothers are executive idiots who don't even care about their youngest brother's well being, I'm lost in the middle of residential-nowhere, and now my cell phone is dead! What a great way to start my summer holiday! I knew I should not have agreed to mother's suggestion to intern at Gwendel's company."
Wolfram had agreed to Cecilie's idea to spend one year working for his oldest half-brother's company in San Francisco before he continued to his master's degree education next autumn. Gwendel's father, Cecilie's first husband, had left the family a major international trading company when he died several years ago. Gwendel had inherited the company and managed to double its worth and profit with the help of Conrad in a short time.
Until a few days before that night, Wolfram had been living with Cecilie in Singapore. Their mother was the CEO of the branch company in Asia. Wolfram was double-majoring in International Business and Communication in National University of Singapore, one of the best universities in Asia. He graduated with perfect GPA, full honors and a valedictorian. Cecilie had intended for Wolfram to inherit the branch company and leave its management to him once he's eighteen. That was why she thought Wolfram would gain an advantage of working experience at the main company in the US before he started leading his own. Wolfram was smart, but even genius people like him could get lost on his first few days in a new city, especially since public transportation in SF was not as effective as in Singapore.
"What the… I've been here before. I recognize that mailbox." Wolfram had apparently been going in circles. Streets in San Francisco could be quite confusing for newcomers. He decided to go back up the street he came from. That was when Wolfram saw him and stopped in his track.
Standing on the top of the telephone pole at the corner of the street in front of him was a young man with golden eyes and the darkest raven hair Wolfram had ever seen. The full moon's soft light illuminated his whole being, from the top of his raven hair which was highlighted in the gold light, down to his black long-sleeved dress-shirt and form-fitting black pants. He was bare-footed, one foot on top of the other. Wolfram realized that he was stepping on his other foot in perfect balance and grace that reminded him of a cat.
The man's golden eyes were transfixed on Wolfram while Wolfram's own emerald eyes were on him. They were gazing on each other for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, only a few minutes had passed. Wolfram lost all abilities to talk and to move; his problems and previous complaints were all forgotten.
Wolfram blinked, and all of a sudden the man was gone.
"I've been watching you for a while," suddenly a sultry voice whispered right from behind him. His breath tickled Wolfram's ear from their closeness. Surprised, Wolfram spun back to confront his assailant. He was met with the same pair of stunningly beautiful golden eyes.
The eyes drew mysterious mixed feelings of fear and exhilaration from within Wolfram; feelings that he had never experienced before. The man had somehow moved behind him in a fraction of a second without him knowing it. There's no possible way a human could move that fast and as quiet as a feline. But then again, no human could or would be standing on a high telephone pole like that.
"Wh…what are you?" Wolfram stuttered, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, yet his heart was pounding. Ignoring his question, the black-haired man started walking towards him, closing their distance slowly without a sound. Wolfram started to step backwards in fear. He knew he had to call for help or try to attract someone's attention but somehow he couldn't. He just walked backwards as the man in black continued sauntering towards him, never breaking their eye contact. Not able to see behind him, Wolfram accidentally tripped over a pebble on the street. Just before Wolfram's back hit the ground, a strong arm had already found its way to the middle of Wolfram's back while the other held his arm to keep him from falling. Without realizing, Wolfram was already pulled back to the man's embrace. He blushed.
"Aah… th… thank you for that…" Wolfram stammered. "I, I'm okay now. You could let me go." He tried to push away from the embrace to no avail. Wolfram was pushed back to the wall all of a sudden, his hands pinned between his body and the wall, the man's left hand held them in place. Jumbled thoughts were going back and forth in Wolfram's mind. One of them was of fear that he might be mugged and raped in this new city, not a few days after he arrived. He was starting to get very afraid. The thought and feeling escalated when the man suddenly reached for the front of his abdomen and pulled up his blue shirt.
The golden-eyed man reached down and pressed his lips on his now exposed skin, just below Wolfram's ribcage. The first time the lips came in contact with his belly, Wolfram cried as he felt like jolts of electricity ran through his body. The man's lips felt both hot and cold at the same time. The touch felt hotter after a while, burning his fair skin almost literally. It reminded him of the hot stainless steel pan that accidentally burned him when he was learning how to cook a few years back, only this time the hot contact was much longer and much hotter compared to that.
When the man's lips broke the touch, Wolfram whimpered from the loss of warmth. Not a second later, he fell forward, his limbs felt like jelly and his eyes fluttering closed. The last thing he remembered was the same pair of strong arms supporting his body as he fell, a hushed whisper, and a pair of kind golden eyes looking at him. The whisper had said:
"My name is Yuuri, and starting today, you belong to me, Wolfram."
Conrad found Wolfram unconscious in front of their penthouse apartment door a few hours later.
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