KHR: Some Squabble

Varia Headquarters...

Belphegor sat upon the sofa in contended silence, twirling one of his knives. In some aspects, he was bored. Nothing much entertaining had occured lately.

The blonde-haired Prince got up from the couch, stretching a bit and straightened his black jacket, casting a glance toward the window. It was raining outside, oh joy.

Then again, it was always quite thrilling to kill someone in the rain, seeing the rain fall upon them as they died...

"Ushishishishishi..." Bel chuckled as his signature smirk crossed his face, still twirling his knife. "Maybe today won't be so bad after all..."

"HEEEYY!!"

"...I spoke too soon." The wide smirk then faded.

Squalo came into the room, his long silver hair flowing freely. "Hey! Jeez, what are you doing loittering around here, Bel? There's a whole world outside, free for killing!"

"Ushishishishishi...you've got a point there." Bel smirked widely again, but then it faltered. "And in case you haven't noticed Squalo, there's nothing to do. The Vongola brat and his followers are nowhere to be found, and no one's wandered around here for days."

Squalo opened his mouth to retort, but then stopped. He realized that the Prince Ripper(STRIPER!!) was right. "...Fine, you're right."

"Thought so." Bel smirked. "I am a Prince after all."

"Doesn't always mean you're right." Squalo countered.

"...What did you just say?" Bel's smirk faded again.

"You heard me." Squalo smirked at the blonde.

"Would you like to repeat what you just said? Because if you are, I'm quite interested." Bel said in a low voice as he walked toward Squalo, twirling his knife again.

"I wouldn't give you the pleasure. It's not my fault you're so hard of hearing." Squalo swished back his hair, grinning like a madman.

"Oh yeah? Well then I'm sure you wouldn't mind explaining that little juicy tidbit right to my face." Bel came over closer.

"Hey, you wish!" Squalo crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as his smirk grew. "I think I'd rather say it to your big fat head."

"Big fat head?" Bel looked ready to laugh. "Is that the best you can do?"

"No. I'm just getting started."

"Well then, I'm going to finish it. As Prince, I hereby call this conversation OVER."

"What's wrong, Princey? Too chicken to challenge me?"

"Hell no. I just have better things to do than squabble with the likes of you." Bel hmphed.

"Really?" Squalo quirked an eyebrow again. "I thought you said you had nothing to do."

Bel opened his mouth to counter, but realized that the silver-haired Varia member was right.

"Grr..." Bel growled, pouting childishly.

"Heh, you're one piece of work." Squalo said, his smirk growing as he approached the Prince. Before the blonde could respon, Squalo grabbed hold of Bel and kissed him roughly.

Kissing back with equal force, Bel gripped the other man's jacket tightly. All of their madness, frustration and passion went into this kiss, as it usually did.

Slipping off the Prince's jacket, Squalo ran his hands along his shoulders as the pink and black striped shirt slid down a little. Bel worked to remove Squalo's jacket, his tongue battling wildly with the other man's.

"Not bad..." Squalo purred, pulling away from the blonde.

"God damn you." Bel snarled, but he was smirking widely.

"I know, always." Squalo managed to grab hold of one of Bel's knifes and ran the smooth, shiny surface along his skin.

"Ushishishishishi..." Bel chuckled.

Without so much as a word, Squalo ran his tongue along Bel's shoulder, the knife going along with the rhythm as he went. A few sighs of pleasure escaped the Prince, clearly enjoying it.

"Still bored?" Squalo smirked.

"Hell no...ushishishishi..." Bel smirked in return.

This was one way that Belphegor and Squalo killed time.

The End