I... I may have a thing for strawberries. Okay? Don't judge me.

Disclaimer: If these lovely characters belonged to me, they would have their own spin-off show by now. A romantic comedy, perhaps, with a few macabre touches here and there.


Steak and Strawberries


Fran stared across the table to where Belphegor was devouring his dinner in a manner that put the illusionist in mind of a rabid dog. He had always found the fake prince's table manners - or lack thereof - to be completely appalling, and tonight was no exception.

"Senpai, you're splattering the furniture with meat juice," he deadpanned finally. It was true; the sofa and table were both nicely decorated with splotches of red liquid.

Bel laughed, his mouth still full of steak. "Ushishishi, so what? This furniture isn't even fit to be used by a prince. It doesn't matter if it gets dirty."

Fran rolled his eyes. Deciding to ignore the prince and focus instead on the boring television commercials, he popped another small strawberry in his mouth. "You eat like a pig, senpai," he said, after neatly swallowing his food.

Bel scoffed as he finished off his slab of meat. "Not all of us can survive on weird diets of just fruit," he grinned. "I've never even touched one of those in my life."

Fran blinked, looked down at his bowl of strawberries, then back up at his partner. "… You've never eaten a strawberry, senpai?"

"Never."

"Woooowww," Fran drawled, popping another one in his mouth. "You'd think that, being a prince and all, you would've had lots of royal feasts that included strawberries… Ow." He plucked a freshly-thrown knife from his hat.

"Ushishishi, of course the royal feasts included them. I just didn't eat them." Bel grinned wider as he added, "Princes eat whatever they want."

Fran hummed absently. "Hmmmm. Well, princes should sample everything, right? So they can say, 'Ah, I've eaten everything in the whole world. Of course I know what a strawberry tastes like.'" He continued to eat as Bel watched him, his interest slightly sparked.

"… And what's that supposed to mean, un-cute frog?"

"Well, proper princes should be connoisseurs of everything, right? But I guess that doesn't apply to you, senpai, since you're just a fake prince…"

His toothy grin twitching slightly, Bel suddenly shot up from the sofa and sauntered over to Fran. "Give me one of those," he said, pulling out a knife and twirling it carelessly around his finger.

"Ah," Fran said blankly, "too bad, senpai. This is the last one, and I kind of want it." No sooner had he dropped the berry into his mouth than Bel was on top of him, hungrily seizing the illusionist's mouth with his own. Fran's hat flew off as he hit the seat of the plush chair behind him under the weight of the blonde assassin. The smaller boy squirmed as the prince worked his lips open and shoved a warm tongue in, wrapping it around the strawberry and lapping against Fran's own tongue in the process. Once he had successfully retrieved the juicy fruit, he pulled back so he was sitting across the chair, straddling the mint-haired boy beneath him.

"Mmm," Bel hummed, licking his lips, "that actually wasn't so bad. Pretty tasty, actually. Ushishishi."

He looked down at Fran with his usual Cheshire grin, not releasing his hold on the boy's shoulder's. Fran blinked, his lips tinged pink and glossed with the prince's saliva, as he stared up at where the other boy's eyes should've been.

"… I really did want that last strawberry, senpai. And you taste like dead cow."


For some reason, I really like the idea of Fran having weird eating habits. In my head, he doesn't like meat, but is instead very partial to fruit and other sweet things, like candies and pastries. Maybe I'll write more about that later. ;9 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this~ Thanks for reading! Please do review if you feel so inclined~