Okay, so i wrote this all in one day guys. I had a sudden burst of wanting to write. So, you guys ended up getting this.

First, let me explain a few things. First off, I changed the rating from T to M only because I plan to have a lemon in this story. I will write on for these two even if it kills me. My first lemon will be epic dammit.

Second, there is some sexual suggestive shit in this chapter. I don't know what you call it, if you can even call it that because it probably sucks.

Anyways, its like almost three o clock, so if there are any grammatical errors, I'll fix them later. For now, enjoy this.

Chapter 9

Broken Emerald

As the group walked down the halls of the large vessel, Saralegui couldn't help but feel a bit worried. He has caused great confusion and delay in the search for Yuri. He has even managed to lose sights of Wolfram and now, no doubt, the blonde was being held against his will. Saralegui didn't know who the bastard was that took him, however, he was damn sure of himself that he would make him pay.

He had lost Wolfram on his own watch. He was careless to not keep a better eye on the blonde.

They were searching for the enemy, he should have known they would have been more prepared and expected them to take early action. He was foolish. He underestimated his enemy.

But that was all going to change. Saralegui swore to himself, that he was going to get both of them out of their prison, wherever it may be, and make the evil man who did this pay for what they've done.

"Berius is just behind these doors. He should be just about finished with his bandages by now." Saralegui said as they neared the white double doors.

"If he is as seriously hurt as you say, do you think he'll still be able to fight alongside you?" Conrart asked.

Saralegui smiled to himself, his hands behind his back as he responded. "Berius is a strong swordsman. He can survive something as simple as a sneak attack. However, he will need a bit of time to recover, so he may not be able to do much right away."

Conrart nodded to his majesty. He understood the situation. However, he was confident that even without Berius' assistance, they would do just fine.

Stopping in front of the large double doors, Saralegui raised a fisted hand and knocked gently on the wooden door before grabbing hold of the golden handle and twisting it and pushing it open. He saw Berius sitting on the edge of the bed, several bandages on his arms and his chest. He was severely wounded, but seemed to be doing okay.

"Berius, how are you wounds?" Saralegui asked as he made his way over to his protector.

Berius looked up at his king. He examined his arms for a moment. "My wounds are nothing too severe. However, I have lost a bit of blood and am in a bit of pain. However," Berius placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head. "My swore duty to protect you comes first. Therefore I shall substance the pain if I must, as long as it means that I am protecting you. I will do all I can to make sure you are safe from harm, your majesty."

Saralegui just stared at Berius. He had no specific emotion spread across his face. He felt remorse for his wounded friend. However, he had no time to feel pity. All he could do now was forbid Berius to do anything too strenuous for now. He couldn't afford to lose another team player in this fight.

"Very well, however, I ask that you do nothing for now, except this one thing, and all I ask is that you stay out of harms way, at least for now, until we discover the location of as to where Yuri and Wolfram are being held. That is all I ask of you, Berius."

Berius stayed silent. He understood his king's decision. However, he felt as if he was a burden to his majesty. He was severely wounded. He was dead weight, and he was being tossed aside until he was useful again. And he respected that. He knew that Saralegui was only doing what he needed to do, to rescue the Maou and his fiance. He was doing what he felt right. How can anyone disagree with that?

"Do not worry your majesty. I respect your word. Consider it done." Berius said.

"Thank you Berius." Saralegui said. He turned around and started to walk away. "This way Sir Wheller. Lord von Christ. I wish to discuss business with you."

"Of course." Conrart replied.

"Right away, your majesty." Gunter replied as well.

Berius watched as Saralegui walked out of the room, alongside Conrart and Gunter. He knew that those two would be of more help than himself at the moment. So, all he could do now was do his best to heal himself until they headed out. That was the least he could do.

Wolfram held his stomach as he stumbled back towards the wall, he kept his gaze locked with the two lackies in front of him. He was in a serious problem. He was seriously banged up. He was weak right now. He didn't have his sword. He couldn't use his power because he was in human territory not to mention the esoteric stone around his neck.

He was defenseless.

"What do you plan to do with me?" Wolfram asked as his back hit the wall.

The lackeys just shrugged their shoulders at each other. "Who knows? Who cares. We were just ordered to keep you here. However, we can't have you free to move around."

"I'll get the chains." The blonde lackey said as he walked away.

"Be quick about it. I want to have some more fun with him." The brunette yelled off to his friend who left the room.

"I won't let you get anywhere near me." Wolfram spoke up. Wolfram let out a hiss of pain as he felt a stinging come from his side. He got down on one knee and held his side just a bit tighter. "You hear me. I won't let you take advantage of me anymore. You bastards will all pay."

The brunette didn't look all that impressed by Wolfram's words. He just looked at his nails as if he wasn't interested. Wolfram didn't like that. He stood up to his feet, he clenched his fist at his began to gather his flames. He didn't care if his power was drained a bit faster, he didn't care he was in human territory, he wanted this bastard to pay.

"All things that make up the element of flame-" The brunette heard Wolfram's chant and quickly took action. With a swift motion, the brunette grabbed Wolfram's arm and pinned it behind his back, pushing him to the ground, and kept him there and made sure he didn't move.

"Don't even think about it Mazuko." The brunette haired lackey grinned down at his prisoner. "As long as Belar is around and as long as I still breathe, I refuse to let you use your demon power."

Wolfram growled and punched the concrete floor where he lay. He couldn't believe he was being overpowered by a measly human. He felt his stomach knotting up. His anger rising.

"Oh good, you're back, we can finally get this brat chained up."

Wolfram watched as the blonde came back into the room, a long pair of chains in hand.

"Relax Marcus, I was only gone a few minutes." The blonde spoke.

Marcus, the brunette, just huffed. "Whatever Jacob, just get him up there. Holding this kid down is fun all, but he ain't even strugglin'. I want some fun, not a snoozefest."

Jacob, the blonde, rolled his eyes at his friend and began to set up the chains onto the wall. Wolfram could only wait in pure agony as the weight of Marcus seemed to get heavier and heavier on his wounds. He felt more blood slowly rolling down all over his body from the smaller wounds from earlier on in the day.

"Alright, its up, now bring the brat over." Jacob said.

Marcus stood up from off of Wolfram and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up to his feet. Wolfram hissed in pain as he felt his hair being pulled at an excruciating force. He felt himself being dragged back over towards the wall. With that, his arms were tightly clasped the chains shackles and he all but hung just a few inches off the ground, stuck in place, weak and humiliated.

"How does it feel now Bielefeld? Too tight?" Marcus teased. Wolfram all but let out a growl in annoyance. Marcus grinned and walked closer towards the blonde Mazuko. "You know Jacob, I hate to admit it, but this one is actually kinda cute."

Jacob placed a hand on his hips. "I don't know Marcus. I don't think you should stray into demon territory. You may be marked as a traitor."

"Shut up. I mean, no one will deem me traitor if they don't know." Marcus replied. "Besides, he's very pretty, even for a demon. I mean, look at those eyes, there as green as emeralds. That's pretty damn rare."

"What's your point? Where are you going with this Marcus?" Jacob said, questioning Marcus' actions.

"Like I said earlier," He looked back at Wolfram. "I just want to have some fun with him is all."

Jacob didn't respond right away. He just stared at the blonde chained to the wall. He wasn't exactly sure what the purpose was in taking advantage of the chained up demon, but then again, he never really understood why Marcus did have the stuff he did.

"Whatever." Jacob walked over the other side of the room, sat down against the wall and closed his eyes. "Tell me when you're done."

Wolfram felt his insecurity and his anxiety levels rising. He didn't like where this was going. His heart was hammering out of his chest. He was scared. He didn't want to admit it but he was. Wolfram was scared. He was completely vulnerable for these two to do anything they want to do. He has little options left.

He had think fast. If not, he was scared to find out the outcome of this man's plans.

"So, just what exactly do you have planned?" Conrart asked.

The three, Conrart, Gunter and Saralegui, were all seated at a round table in the bottom decks of Saralegui's vessel. They have all gathered around, to discuss just how they plan to go at this plan, to find Wolfram and Yuri, and bring them home.

"Unfortunately, I have yet to figure out a new plan. However, I believe that we can all come up with something in order to find them." Saralegui responded.

Saralegui stood up from his chair and walked over to the blackboard that he has set up. He grabbed a piece of chalk and began to listen different and important variable necessary to keep the two captive.

"First off, they would need to be kept in human territory. Bringing them back to demon world would be pointless since they can use their demon power to escape." Saralegui continued down his list. "Second, they would need to be isolated from the rest of the world. They wouldn't be out in the open, it would have to be somewhere no one would ever expect." Saralegui placed the piece of chalk down and listed his finally note. "Lastly, it would have to be easily accessible. This may play as an odd part since the last note was saying just the opposite, that it had to be out of sight and out of mind, however, it has to be easily accessible to find. Therefore, it will be somewhere out in the open and yet not there at all."

"I see what you're saying your majesty, however, is there anywhere in the human territory that's like that. The human lands go a long ways, it would take far too long to search everywhere." Gunter questioned.

Saralegui nodded in agreement with Gunter. "That's why I say we start with the area surrounding Small Cimaron to about twenty miles all around. Here is why," Saralegui sat back down in his chair and placed a map out in front of the two demon kingdom guards. "I came up with a theory a little while after Wolfram went missing. See, if there were already people waiting in the woods for us, then their hideout can't be too far away here."

"I see. So, we should begin to tally all of the possible areas from Small and Big Cimaron where their hideout could be located." Conrart stated, putting his input in.

"Exactly. Big and Small Cimaron are highly populated and very little space in the country is undisturbed." Saralegui spoke.

"But what will happen if they aren't in the area that you have designated. It would be nothing but a waste of time." Gunter commented.

Saralegui stayed silent. He knew that Gunter was right. There was only a small chance that they would actually still be in the area. The world is a big place. They needed a back up plan.

"Very well, If Yuri and Wolfram are not to not be in the area as you feel that they may not be, then we must send out more searchers." Saralegui responded. "Perhaps I should send out another dove to Lord Gwendal and ask him to head back to Shin Makoku and have him search the human countries."

"That would be wise. After all, the human countries back in Shin Makoku are still working to adapt with their newer and better climate. Setting up there would and can be a possibility." Conrart responded.

Saralegui folded his hands atop of the table. "Then it's decided. We shall inform Gwendal of our situation and then head out. Its should take no less an half an hour until we get moving. I ask that you get any supplies you'll need for our journey now."

"As you wish." Conrart replied before standing up from his chair. Gunter followed in suit and the two headed out for their own ship that was docked just a few boats over.

Saralegui just stood in the discussion room all by himself, his hands behind his back, his head bowed, his beautiful blonde hair in his face. He was desperate. He was desperate in finding Yuri. He was desperate in finding Wolfram. He could not afford to fail. His friends. His allies needed him. He could not fail them.

Saralegui heard footsteps behind him, he did not move. He knew who it was. The sound and pace was familiar to him.

"Your Majesty? Is something wrong?" Berius asked him with concern.

Saralegui turned around to face his bodyguard and protector. His face showed all signs of sadness and dismay. He walked closer towards him until he was in the arms over his protector, his uncle.

"This fight has grown more and more complex. Different twist and turns at every moment." Saralegui started. He grabbed hold of Berius' black cloak and held it tightly within his grasp. "This world is a dangerous place. More so than I could have ever imagined. However, Its all rests on my shoulders to find those two and bring them back here."

"Your Majesty?" Berius mumbled to himself. He has never seen Saralegui act this way before.

"That's why, I need your help." Saralegui raised his head and looked up and looked Berius in the eye. "I need your help to make sure I stick to my plan and see it through to the end. I do not want to back down and end up regretting it. I don't care if I've lost an arm and am bleeding to death, do not let me walk away from this fight. Do you understand me, Berius?"

Berius could only stand still, holding his master in his arms as he contemplated what he should do. He didn't like the way that his master was putting everything on the line for this. However, he also respected his master's wishes. So, he couldn't help but smile.

"I hear you loud and clear, your Majesty." Berius said.

Wolfram felt his whole body begin to shake as Marcus walked closer to him. He felt very uncomfortable around him. The look in his eye, Wolfram didn't like it. He had that same look as the other men in the demon kingdom who used to eye him. He never liked that gaze. It felt so demening, as if he was being visually violated.

But this man, he had him, he was completely defenseless, he had no immediate way out. He was trapped.

He looked away from Marcus. He knew what he planned to do to him. He didn't want to face him. This kind of thing, he was always against it. He always hated hearing stories about molestations and rape. He always put himself in their shows, he always thought to himself. "What if that were me?" And he would always be silenced for the rest of the day.

And now, it was going to happen to him.

"Yuri." Wolfram mumbled to himself.

"The Maou can't save you now kid. He's still unconscious." Marcus said as he started undoing the buttons on Wolfram's uniform. "Not to mention, even if he did know what I was doing, he wouldn't be able to stop me because he's all tied up."

Marcus ripped the jacket off Wolfram's torso and threw it to the floor.

"Stop this." Wolfram said.

"No way. You're at my mercy." Marcus grabbed hold of the collar on Wolfram's shirt and leaned in close. "So, why not get a good look at cha while I still can."

Wolfram's eyes narrowed. 'I have to get out of here, but how'?' Wolfram felt each button of his shirt being unbuttoned. His heart hammered faster. He didn't want this. He only wanted to be touched this way by Yuri. He didn't want this scum touching him. Wolfram grabbed hold of the upper chains and clenched them tight. He then kicked his right leg up in hopes to land an attack. But Marcus saw it coming and quickly caught the limb in his hand.

"Nice try."

Wolfram felt his body being pressed against the cold brick wall behind him. His leg being bent back towards his body which allowed Marcus to come even closer. He felt hands running up and down his chest. He shivered from the contact. He hated this. He felt disgusting. Get it off. Get them off.

"Get your hands off of me." Wolfram hissed.

Marcus could only grin wider as he watched the blonde mazoku whimper at his touch. He enjoyed every second if it. It was an exhilarating feeling. He loved every face the blonde was making.

Marcus leaned in towards the blonde's neck. He inhaled his scent. He smelled of ash and flowers. An odd combination, but it worked for him.

"You know Wolfram, I bet you have your own sensitive spot, I wonder where it could be." Marcus thought out loud.

Wolfram felt his face heating up from the awful experience. He wanted to push this man away and cut him in half and then burn his remains to ashes, but alas he could not, not while he was stuck in these damn chains.

Wolfram felt lips traveling up his neck, small kisses, licks and bites making their way closer and closer to his chin. Wolfram gasped as Marcus found a sensitive spot on the back of Wolfram's neck. He felt face heating him. He hated this. He felt so vulnerable. He hated this feeling.

"Looks like I found it. Felt good didn't it?" Marcus bragged.

Wolfram did not reply. He only kept his eyes closed and his fingers clenched around the chains.

Marcus latched his lips back on to that one spot, the one spot that made Wolfram gasp, almost moan for him. Wolfram kept his mouth shut. He did not want to succumb to this man and his tricks. He felt Marcus' hand running up his leg and his thighs. He could only squirm but not much else.

'Just a bit longer.' Wolfram thought to himself. He had to endure it. Just as he did before with the Belar. He could handle Marcus. Or, he hopes he can.

"Man, you've gone silent. You're no fun." Marcus complained. Marcus grabbed hold of Wolfram's chin and forced the blonde to look at him. "I'll just have to change that."

Wolfram was going to question what he meant by that, but he could not speak for Marcus placed his lips over his own, he felt his tongue force its way inside his mouth. His eyes were wide, his body shook, his mind went completely blank. He felt Marcus' tongue mapping out the inside of his mouth, he felt Marcus' erection against his leg.

He's had enough. He couldn't handle any more.

Marcus pulled away from the blonde. He saw the dead and blank look in his emerald eyes. He gave the blonde a weird look.

"What's with the face?" Marcus asked.

Wolfram stayed completely still. He couldn't take it. He had to get free. He had to. He pulled against the chains that were attacked to his shackles. He felt them beginning to slowly slip away the shackles hold and beginning to melt away until, snap, the shackles along with some the leftover chains snapped away from the rest and he fell to the floor.

"How the hell?" Marcus asked in a puzzled manner. He then noticed the melted chains and it all became clear. "No wonder you held those chains so damn tight. You used you demon energy to melt my chains you brat."

Wolfram raised his head to look up at the brunette looking down on him. His emerald eyes almost lifeless. He held his shirt together and he stared at him. He then raised a hand, his eyes then narrowing.

"Be gone." Wolfram said.

Flames shot out from the palm of his hand,said flames began to spread throughout the room, moving closer and closer to the bodies surrounding it. Wolfram watched as the two humans started to freak out, trying to figure a way out, but with only one exit, the door, they were completely trapped unless they risked burning their precious human skin.

Wolfram did not take any matter to that, he stood up from the floor, he wobbled a bit before heading off to the doorway. All he cared about was getting back to Yuri. He needed to see Yuri. He needed the feel of his fiance's secure embrace. He walked over towards the door frame, he examined the flames of his own, but took no fear to them, carelessly walking over them, he did not care that his skin was beginning to burn. He didn't care. He had to get to Yuri.

Wolfram could hear the screams of agony coming from his captives, but he hardly took notice to it. Wolfram just kept his goal of making his way down this small hallway, to get to Yuri, before Belar did.

He took one step after another, his now burned feet blistering and urging him to stop, but he ignored it.

He made his way around the corner, he saw Yuri in his original spot, his facial expression groggy, as if he had just awoken. Wolfram felt a wave of relief flow over him. He stumbled over towards his fiance.

"Yuri." Wolfram said, calling out to him.

Yuri looked over at Wolfram. His eyes widened as he saw the shape his friend was in. He stayed completely silent until Wolfram collapsed at his side, his head on Yuri's chest and his arms wrapped around his torso.

"Wolfram, what happened to you? What the hell did they do to you?" Yuri asked with concern.

He saw that Wolfram missing his jacket and his shirt was open. But Yuri also noticed that Wolfram's eyes were no longer vibrant and full of life, they were almost dull and lifeless.

"Wolfram, answer me. Wolfram. Wolfram."

"I...endure it...Yuri...for as long as I could." Wolfram raised his head, he gave a sad smile, tears flowing down his cheeks. "I used...all of my willpower to...withstand his touches…his grimy hands touching me…"

Yuri felt his anger boiling. Wolfram. He was completely out of it. He knew that Wolfram wasn't lying. He was truly terrified. He could feel the blonde shaking against his chest. If he could, he would try and comfort him, but he only had his words.

"Wolfram. Stay quiet. I'm going to get you out of here. But I need you to listen to me." Wolfram looked up at him. He smiled at his friend. "I need you, to do me a favor and get these restraints off of me."

Wolfram stared at Yuri for a moment before quickly going to work at the restraints around his wrists. As he did that, Yuri went back to thinking about those goons from before. They must have been the ones who did this. He swore vengeance on them for doing what they did to Wolfram.

"Don't think you can escape so easily, Maou."

Wolfram and Yuri heard that voice knew they were running out of time. Wolfram worked even faster to get the restraints off of his fiance. Yuri knew that he could do it. Once he heard the snap of the ropes around his wrists, Yuri stood up from the chair. He moved his legs to wake them up. He was free. All he had to do now was remove the damn collar.

Yuri then felt the arms of his friend wrap around him, the embrace was tight, as if desperate. Yuri looked back at the blonde, he saw that his face was buried in his back. Wolfram must be in worse a state than he thought.

"Wolfram, don't worry, you're safe now. I won't let anything else happen to you." Yuri vowed.

Wolfram tightened his hold on his fiance's torso. He wanted to believe Yuri. He truly did. But, he would feel a lot safer once they had finally gotten out of this horrid place.

"You've underestimated me that much that you think that I'll let you go just because you killed two of my lackeys? Think again."

Yuri's eyes widened as he looked around, somehow they were completely surrounded by swordsman. They had no presence just a moment again. He couldn't sense them at all. It was just like that time in the arena in Big Cimeron.

Yuri grabbed hold of Wolfram's hands and held them tightly within his own. Wolfram looked around at their current situation. He knew he could take these guys down, if he just had his sword.

Belar grinned from his safe place before giving the order.

"Finish them off."

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