AN: I am so sorry it took so long to update! The last two semesters of school were crazy, trying to finish up my associate's. After this, I have one more difficult chapter to write, and then it gets easier. Promise!
Bent
Saralegui had always enjoyed the view of his castle from his office. Looking through the pane of glass, he often imagined the world below as little more than a child's bauble – something he could pick up and shake as he pleased, or toss and destroy should his desires demand it. Even now, months after Yuuri had smoothed over their friendship with his pretty words and childish naivete, the citizens of Small Shimeron spoke – not of their King, but of the Maou. How charming Yuuri was, how kind and sincere.
/They were supposed to adore me./
Even now, part of his frustrations were being fueled by Wolfram's reluctance to accept his fate. The blond mazoku refused to yeild to any save Yuuri, and Saralegui was becoming tired of waiting. He couldn't wait to show his power to the former Prince, or to hear the sobs fall from that pretty mouth as he claimed what was legally his.
The last few days had been... beyond trying. He could only thank the Heavens that Yuuri-heika would arrive soon, if only so that Saralegui could finally be done with Wolfram's virginal histrionics. He could still feel Wolfram's smooth skin beneath his fingers, and could imagine the feel of the mazoku's body wrapped intimately about his own. Surely Wolfram would calm down once there were children to care for, once there was no doubt that Yuuri would never take him back?
The sun was sinking low over the horizon, bringing him closer still to the day he would claim his prize. Until that moment arrived, Saralegui would have to suffer the attentions of his harem of women. The previous night, he had returned to his bed chamber to find Yshi waiting for him. She was a petite, pretty little thing that had reminded him greatly of Wolfram. After a frustrating dinner, Saralegui had allowed his anger to seep through his attentions to the concubine, and beat the girl thoroughly before forcing himself upon her. He'd enjoyed the way her screams had echoed as she'd bled over him and ruined the silk sheets of his bed. He longed to hear the words she had screamed on Wolfram's lips instead: 'Please stop, I'll be good!'
When he'd finished, the girl had laid in a helpless mess, murmuring to herself like a simpleton. Broken.
Saralegui had no doubts that Wolfram would not break the way Yshi had. The mazoku had been spoiled by his family, but handled his mistreatment at Yuuri's hands in a way that was completely unexpected. The King of Small Shimeron sensed that Wolfram would thrive beneath an iron rule – in Saralegui's hands, Wolfram would become quiet. Submissive. Satisfied.
A soft knock at the door drew Saralegui's gaze away from the window, returning his mind to the reality surrounding him.
"Heika," Berias' voice was gruff with tension. "Word has been received of Yuuri-heika's arrival. His entourage should arrive tomorrow, mid-morning."
"Does Yuuri-heika make mention of his business here?" Saralegui asked sweetly, turning around to face his only friend and trusted body guard.
"No, Heika."
"Oh dear, how rude." Saralegui walked past Berias, towards the door. Before he opened the door, he paused a moment. "Do be sure that word finds its way to Alayna. She'll be most pleased to disappoint our resident mazoku with the news."
"As you wish, Heika."
Saralegui left his office, whistling cheerfully as he walked the path towards his bed chamber. Along the way, he passed the rooms that were being prepared for Yuuri-heika's arrival – rooms that remained separate from Saralegui's by one thin wall that would not contain any of the sounds Wolfram would make during his claiming. He wouldn't wait to see the look on Yuuri's face when the double-black, half-blood mazoku realized what had happened, couldn't wait to grind Wolfram's face into the mattress and rub it in Yuuri's nose.
The guards posted on either side of his door didn't flinch as Saralegui entered his room and slammed the door shut in his haste. He had hoped to find Kianna – that wonderfully disobedient little minx – warming his bed, but frowned to find Wolfram in the concubine's stead. The mazoku had been tied to the bed, naked and sprawled out like a feast upon the silk sheets. From the weak way that the blond struggled against the silk holding him captive, he'd been left to suffer for hours. It made for an arousing sight, but as much as Saralegui wished to indulge himself in the mazoku's body, Wolfram was to be the cherry on top of the sundae of Yuuri's misery. It was too soon.
Still, he supposed he could indulge himself a little. He opened the door to the hall slightly, and spoke to the guard outside. "Send for Alayna. Now."
He shut the door and returned his focus to the mazoku who whimpered and struggled, his skin paler than usual. If Wolfram wasn't so stubborn, Saralegui could almost feel sorry for him – it'd no doubt been hours since he'd last eaten or drank, and his limbs must have been tingling with numbness.
Slowly, Sara sat on the edge of the bed and watched with amusement as Wolfram tried to slide his body away. The King of Small Shimeron reached out a hand, caressed the skin of Wolfram's stomach, and watched as creamy cheeks became flush with embarassment and anger.
"Yuuri!" the blond exclaimed. "I want Yuuri! Not you!"
"You can't always get your way." Saralegui countered. "You should be content with what you are given."
The cry of frustration that escaped Wolfram's lips was sweet to his ears. Despite the anguish on the angelic face, Wolfram's body was responding to Saralegui's touch, arching into the king's hand like a cat.
The hidden door in the wall slid open, and Alayna entered. She looked rather pleased with herself, Saralegui noted.
"My King," she said softly, crawling towards him on the floor. Her ample breasts swayed with the movement. "You wished to see me?"
"Yes." Saralegui replied. "Join me."
The blond concubine kissed his silk-clad feet, slowly trailing her lips up his body, enflaming him as she went. When she rubbed her face against his groin, he used his free hand to grasp her arm and haul her onto the bed.
"I suppose I should thank you for bringing Wolfram to me like this." Saralegui said dangerously, delighting as the mazoku moaned against his will while the King caressed his flesh.
"It was my pleasure, King Saralegui." Alayna didn't understand his displeasure, thinking herself safe from Saralegui's wrath. "Orchid perfume has a remarkable property. Not only does it release a mazoku from his inhibitions, in large doses it can cause a mazoku to undergo heat prior to their maturation."
"Is that so?" Saralegui filed away the information for later use, wedging himself between Alayna's legs and rolled her onto the bed beside Wolfram. He kissed her lips and let both of his haands move beneath the silky, transparent dress.
"Oh, yes!" Alayna exclaimed, pressing her body into the touch of his hands. "Is my King pleased with me?"
Before the concubine knew what was happening, Saralegui had grasped her pale neck with both of his hands and squeezed slightly. "Look at his wrists, Alayna."
Despite the grasp he had on her throat, Alayna's gaze travelled to Wolfram's wrists near the headboard. The silk had dug into the delicate skin, and Wolfram's struggles had caused bruises to rise upon his pale flesh.
"You marked my property without permission. And you've jeopardized my plans with your plots and perfume." Saralegui hissed. Tears fell from Alayna's eyes, and he tightened his grasp, feeling the dangerous thunder of her pulse against his fingers. "Can you think of any reason that you shouldn't be punished for?"
He cut off any entreaty Alayna might have made, delighting in the fear that flashed behind her eyes. She struggled slightly against him as her body fought for breath and failed. When at last her body ceased moving, Saralegui rolled it off the mattress and returned his attentions to Wolfram.
"N-no!" Wolfram sobbed. "Please, no, no, no!"
"Not much longer now." Saralegui promised, straddling Wolfram's body. He unbuckled the belt around his slim waist and unfastened his pants before shoving them partially down around his hips, then sank down onto Wolfram's lithe body. "Oh, it's going to be so fun tomorrow! I bet you'll scream for me, won't you?"
He rubbed their groins together, delighting in Wolfram's mortified sobs and whimpered pleas for him to stop. Drunk on the power he had over the mazoku, and the dreams of crushing Yuuri's spirit the next day, Saralegui howled release against his prisoner.
As he drifted to sleep, he smiled against the skin of Wolfram's neck.
To be continued...