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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Chapter 1: You Belong to Me

Wolfram woke on his bed with a bad headache the next morning – which technically was the same morning since he got home after midnight. He rubbed the sleepiness off his eyes before looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table next to him. It was ten in the morning. He felt a twinge of pain ran through his abdomen as he tried to sit up on the side of his bed but he ignored it as a side effect of drinking too much the night before. His brain started to boot up as he tried to remember what had happened the day before.

"How did I get here?" He said out loud.

"You were unconscious outside the door when I found you last night, err, this morning. I believe it was around 3 am. I had to change you out of your dress-shirt." his brother Conrad said from the door. Wolfram hadn't even realized him opening the door. He realized however, that he was now wearing his normal pair of blue pajamas and pants.

"Ouch, my head," Wolfram cried as he put his hand on his temple.

"That's what you get for drinking too much," Conrad said to his half-brother with a warm smile. "Here, this might help. Murata-san gave us a lot of different kinds of the best tea from Japan – or so he said last night." He gave Wolfram a cup of hot green tea and aspirin. Wolfram scowled at him at the mention of Ken Murata's name, but he took the cup from Conrad gratefully. Conrad just ignored his brother's antics with deepening his smile.

"I don't remember ever reaching home last night."

"Drunks never do," Conrad replied casually. "You do realize that here in the US you're way too under aged to be drunk, right? …or actually to drink anything with alcohol in it at all."

Wolfram glared at the brown-haired man again, meeting his hazel eyes straightly before replying, "It's a party, Conrad. I would've been rude for not drinking at all." He paused for a bit, his hand moved up on his temple again while his brows furrowed as if to try to remember something important. "Besides, I only had one glass. Strange, that shouldn't have left me in this state."

Conrad's eyes showed a bit of concern in them and then finally managed to say, "You should get cleaned up and get dressed. We have an appointment with Murata-san for lunch." Wolfram groaned. Conrad smiled again. "I think mother and Gwendel would agree that it'll be best for you not to waste your time here. The faster you start learning about the company, the better."

"There goes my summer vacation." Wolfram's tone did not contain any acid to it. Conrad knew this and said nothing in return. He left his brother to go back to his own room and prepare himself. As much as Wolfram disliking the idea of meeting Ken Murata again, he agreed to his brother's remark. He did not come to San Francisco to play nor was the visit for a casual after school holiday. He had come halfway around the world to learn about the company he's about to inherit – the Asian branch of Shin-Makoku Trading Corporation. He's here for a one-year long internship and also to prove to his brothers that he could manage his own company when the time comes.

Wolfram started taking off his pajama top and bent down to take his pants off when he suddenly winced in pain. The abdomen right below his left ribs had started throbbing. He ran a finger through the skin and flinched when he felt a single jolt of electricity at the spot where his finger came in contact with this front. He glanced at the full mirror right in front of him and saw the mark appear. On his front skin, right below his ribs was a black circular tattoo with a kanji character in it. Having learned both Chinese and Japanese since he was young, he recognized the letter to be Japanese.

"Yuu-ri."

"You called me?"

Wolfram spun around to find a black-haired young man dressed all in black standing in the middle of his room, appearing out of nowhere. Then suddenly all the memories of the night before came back to Wolfram's head in a rush. He cried in pain as his memories tried to reconstruct themselves. His hands shot up to hold his temples as his veins convulsed.

"My name is Yuuri, and starting today, you belong to me, Wolfram."

Wolfram frowned in anger. "What the hell did you do to me last night?" If Wolfram was scared of the man who invaded his locked bedroom out of nowhere, he didn't show it. Instead, he chose to show defiance and arrogance to this… man-creature in front of him. He even tried to ignore the feeling of danger the aura of the man in front of him exuded in waves.

The man chuckled. "Feisty and passionate. That's what I like about you." Wolfram realized the man's eyes were no longer golden, but onyx black. They were the deepest of all black. The man disappeared for a moment, only to appear again behind Wolfram. The scene from the night before replayed in the blond boy's head. He blushed.

"Felt familiar?" The man whispered as he leaned forward and hugged Wolfram from behind. His arms snaked around the blonde's chest as his lips found their way to Wolfram's left shoulder. The man twirled one finger on and around the 'tattoo' he had made the night before. Wolfram tightened his stomach muscles responsively.

"Don't touch me, you perverted demon," Wolfram hissed as he pushed himself away from the embrace and turned to face the man in black.

The man chuckled again. "I'm a demon, yes, but I'm not 'perverted demon'. I'm Yuuri, the Maou – the Demon King," he explained to Wolfram; his eyes showing a hint of amusement.

Wolfram registered the new information in his head. Of course – the way the man just simply appeared out of nowhere, his dangerous aura, his all black attire, there's no way this Yuuri could be a mere human – not that Wolfram had anything against people who loved black – it's just that everything about this man in front of him screamed power and danger, yet there's a hint of warmth behind all those. This confused the hell out of Wolfram.

"What now? If you're here to take my life, you might as well do it and get it over with quickly," Wolfram defied.

A flash of hurt flew over Yuuri's eyes for a moment, but it disappeared quickly before he answered, "I'm not here to take your life. Why would I want to kill my companion and bride?" Wolfram saw red.

"Br…bride?! What are you talking about? Who the hell wants to get married to you?!" Wolfram cried. His fists were clenched on his sides, anger clearly emanating from his whole being. That's when he realized that he was wearing nothing except for his briefs. He was about to take a shower before Yuuri magically appeared in the bedroom. Wolfram made a gesture to try to hide himself from Yuuri's heated gaze. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to preserve the little bit of dignity he had left. Yuuri chuckled again at this cute gesture. Suddenly a knock was heard on the door.

"Wolfram, are you okay?" Conrad asked from the hallway.

"A… ah, yes. I'll be done soon. I was about to take a shower."

"I'll be waiting for you in the living room, then," Conrad replied.

Wolfram sighed as he heard steps retreating into the hallway. There's no way he could explain about Yuuri if Conrad had decided to barge into his room just then. His half-brother was smart and very observant, he'll notice that Yuuri was not human – that he was dangerous – and Conrad would probably try to protect his brother from the stranger. No, Wolfram couldn't possibly expose Conrad to danger like that. He actually liked his half-brother, although he would never admit that to anyone. Wolfram wouldn't involve anybody else with his current 'problem' – especially not his family.

Wolfram heard Yuuri chuckled amusedly again. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I wouldn't harm your half-brother in any way."

"How the hell do you know about me and my family? What else do you know?"

"Like I said," Yuuri purred as he moved closer towards Wolfram, "I've been watching you for a while." He put a gentle kiss on Wolfram's cheek and moved back quickly before Wolfram could slap him for the gesture. Yuuri just knew, being the stubborn rich kid that he was, Wolfram would try to hit him as soon as he did that. Yuuri was right.

"Well then, my love. I'll leave you to your duties. Don't let Conrad, Gwendel or Murata wait for you too long." Wolfram's eyes widened at the mention of the names. "Until we meet again." Wolfram saw Yuuri literally slid backwards gracefully as his body gradually became more translucent and disappeared after a few seconds. The last thing he heard before the man completely dissolved into thin air was a whispered: "Don't forget, you belong to me."

Wolfram shakily walked into his private bathroom after a few minutes. He felt his chest clenched with a mixture of fear, excitement, confusion, and anger as he tried to process what just happened in his brain. He was scared of Yuuri, yet felt excited and angry at the same time by the man's affectionate gestures toward him. One thing he was most confused about was how much Yuuri knew about him and his family. He even knew about Ken Murata. Nothing made sense anymore. Never before in his life had he felt like this. The fact that he was currently a teenage boy in the process of puberty did not help his condition at all. It made it worse. His heart thumped rapidly against his chest as he tried to calm himself down under the warm shower. Distraction was the last thing he needed when meeting a very important client, especially on his first day of work. Wolfram spent a good fifteen minutes standing under the warmth of the running water. He was glad to find out that the shower had helped.

Wolfram changed to his formal shirt and suit before stepping out of his bedroom to meet Conrad in the living room as promised. He decided to put the previous 'incidents' at the back of his mind for now and focused on his job. They left the penthouse apartment shortly after to meet with Gwendel and their client.

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There you go! Chapter 1 is done.

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What's going to happen between the Demon King and Wolfram from now on? Now that Yuuri had claimed and marked (literally) his bride and companion, surely things will get more interesting onwards. I can't wait to write more!

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