Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden ❯ 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Hidden 11

 

“What do you want?” Wolfram asked as he was unceremoniously thrown against a wooden chair. “What exactly is going on?”

 

“You have no right to ask such questions, my poor prince. No one can save you now.” Yuuri grinned as he lapped the still bleeding wound. Yuuri covered Wolfram's body with his, preventing any movement on Wolfram's part.

 

“I have a …right …to know what is wrong.” Wolfram declared, fighting his dizziness from blood loss. Yuuri would suck him dry soon if he did not bleed out first.

 

“Poor, poor Wolfram. You still have no idea why this is happen,” Yuuri chuckled as he healed the wound. “Don't worry, I wouldn't let you die in ignorance. We have all night to play.”

 

“What are you doing?” Wolfram asked as the Maou tied him to a hard wooden chair. Bonds of unknown origin kept his four limbs in place, cutting slightly as he moved.

 

“I'm going to play with you, of course. Why did you think I kept you here to begin with?” Yuuri lowered himself to see eye to eye with Wolfram. He ripped off the blonde soldier's shirt with ease as he watched the futile struggle.

 

“You are a regular bonfire, you know Wolfram. Now I'm going to show you how I like to fight fire with fire.”

 

The fears in Wolfram's eyes were enough for Yuuri to laugh heartily as he lighted a candle on the table. The flames danced ominous as Yuuri brought it closer to Wolfram.

 

In a last ditch effort, Wolfram blew out the fire only to scream in pain as Yuuri poured down the melted wax onto the newly healed wound. The wax trailed a long angry passage down the blonde's pale chest, teasing the rim of his trousers.

 

The wound was not really serious but Wolfram was caught off guard. The new skin was extremely sensitive to the boiling wax.

 

“Did that hurt, angel?” Yuuri asked mockingly. “I'm sorry. Shall I fix it?”

 

“No.” Wolfram gathered his wits and spat in Yuuri's face.

 

Yuuri evaded the spit effortlessly, clamping a hand on Wolfram's throat. “You will stop that if you even hope of walking out of here alive.”

 

“Says who?” Wolfram rebuked as the pressure on his windpipe increased. Spots appeared in his vision as the world around him started to swim.

 

“You really have steel for your backbone.” Yuuri commented to no one. “Oh yes. I forgot to tell you something else.”

 

“What?”

 

“Your brothers can hear you scream.”

 

Wolfram silenced himself in horror. They would be staying out there and hear him being tormented.

 

“Rather nifty trick, I must admit. I delete what I don't want them to hear, allowing them to hear only what I want. Now, I feel like only letting hear your screams of pain.”

 

“You are sadistic,” Wolfram bore holes into Yuuri with his eyes.

 

“Why thank you. I like such compliments. Kindness is not really my cup of tea. It suits my other self better, after all, we are opposites.”Yuuri's voice purred as it was laced with satisfaction.

 

“So you are Yuuri?” Wolfram asked tentatively.

 

“I'm like his skeleton in the closet, I suppose. I'm his fears, his anger, his passions and his desires. I'm all that he keeps hidden from you.”

 

“I see why there is a need,” Wolfram said dryly, “you are a monster.”

 

Yuuri chuckled silently. “You should keep a lid on that tongue, but I like it this way. To be nice like I should usually be, I'll give you 2 choices. You can choose between 2 fates. One is that we'll keep playing with the candle or the other is a choice I already have in mind. I can't tell what it is though.”

 

“That's not really a choice.”

 

“That's not any of my concern. So Wolfram, what will you choice be? The devil you know or the devil you don't know?” Yuuri smiled sinisterly as he re-lighted the candle and let the wax drip softly like rain on Wolfram's chest. The pale skin was already turning red from the burns. The feral gleam in Yuuri's eyes confirmed how much he was enjoying marking Wolfram.

 

Wolfram bit his bottom lip in thought. He was reasonably sure he would not be able to keep from screaming if he was going to be permanently bathed in wax. On the other hand, the devil he didn't know may end up to be even worst than the candle.

 

“Your choice?” Yuuri rasped as he lapped the reddend burnt skin.

 

“I choose the devil I don't know.” Wolfram answered as he prayed he had made the right choice.

 

Yuuri smiled, satisfied as he threw the candle on the floor. “What a gambler.” He commented as he summoned Wolfram's sword from the ground. “Say hi to the devil you don't know.”

 

Wolfram sat petrified as his own sword blade was pressed almost lovingly between his collarbones.

 

“You are making very stupid decisions today, aren't you?” Yuuri mocked as he trailed the blade down Wolfram ribs and to his crotch.

 

The sharp intake of breath echoed through the room as Wolfram tried to sink further into the chair. His most prized sword was currently slicing away the rest of his garments, leaving him feeling completely vulnerable.

 

Yuuri's smile widened even more as he licked up the blood from the little cuts he caused. Yuuri alternated between licking and biting, creating or making the present wounds worst. The intimate gesture sent an animalistic thrill down Wolfram's spine for some absurd reason he could not place.

 

“You've got nowhere to run, my prince. Today, tonight. You'll be mine.” Yuuri declared as he threw the naked prince on the bed, his limbs firmly fastened to the bedpost.

 

Fangs anchored on the abused wound ripped the scream from Wolfram's mouth. It was a painful experience to have your blood and power forcibly sucked out.

 

The screams gradually softened as Wolfram got more and more fatigued.

 

Yuuri watched as the light started to dim in Wolfram's eyes. He removed his fangs and allowed the wound to heal.

 

“Out of fight so soon? I'm disappointed.”

 

The fierce glare in return was immensely satisfying.

 

The smirk showed how Yuuri was pleased as he stopped sucking blood to make small bites over the blonde's body. His rough tongue grated over the burn marks and cuts to send both pain and pleasure into the blonde's system.

 

The warm hand that closed over Wolfram's member had been wholly anticipated if not for the circumstance.

 

“What are you doing?” Wolfram asked with his remaining energy as Yuuri started to feast on his body.

 

“Marking you, claiming you. You will never leave me, you'll always be mine.” Yuuri claimed possessively.

 

“I've always been yours,” Wolfram pointed out, embarrassed by the intimate stroking. It was the first time that Yuuri was so bold in his advances, something he avoided. Yuuri was busy touching him everywhere, looking out for weak spots and exploiting them. He could feel the fear slowly drippling away to a state of arousal. Yuuri wanted him, that was all that mattered.

 

“Not like this.” Yuuri corrected as he started to strip and nuzzled Wolfram's neck. His firm member bounced and pressed insistently between the cleft of Wolfram's cheeks. Yuuri's black eyes held Wolfram's as he pressed his fingers into tempting hole. The lack of lubricant had Wolfram wincing he was forcibly stretched and opened.

 

“You'll never leave me,” Yuuri ordered as he replaced his fingers with his manhood, ramming in one smooth stroke. Yuuri paused for the moment as Wolfram wrapped him tightly, filling him with pleasure.

 

Wolfram cried out in pain or pleasure, he was not sure. The pain of being impaled and the pleasure of being filled shoot through him concurrently.

 

Yuuri continued to bite and wound the blonde with his fingers which only brought more pleasure to the writhing blonde.

 

The fluid friction from the joining drove both men out of their minds. Moans of pain and pleasure filled the room until Yuuri finally pumped his seed into Wolfram.

 

Yuuri collapsed, panting on Wolfram who was trying hard to breathe.

 

The red tinge disappeared in Yuuri's eyes disappeared as he greeted Wolfram. “How exactly are you?”

 

“Not to worst for wear,” Wolfram rasped. His voice was hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.

 

“Good. I'm going to sleep now, Wolfram. He and I need a chat.” The binds on Wolfram's limbs loosened and disappeared. “Go out of this room in the meantime. The moon has set, but I can't regain control immediately.”

 

“I don't mind staying here.” Wolfram protested. He was not ready to give up the company of the now bold king.

 

Yuuri silenced him with a loving kiss. “I have enough blood to complete the transformation. I'll kill you if I take anymore. Besides, your brothers have been pounding the door all night.”

 

Wolfram nodded reluctantly as he moved painfully to gather his clothes. He didn't really feel the aftereffects of the wild torture and lovemaking until he got off the bed. All the earlier burns and other wounds made a painful mix.

 

“Remember Wolfram, don't enter this room until I go out. Only the real me can leave, not him.” Yuuri muttered as he drifted off to sleep.

 

The lock on the doors lifted and the haggard brothers stormed in. They took a look at the battered Wolfram who barely wore pants and immediately rushed to him.

 

On his part, Wolfram was too tired to do anything else than collapse in their arms.