Updated. 5/21/14

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They rightfully belong to Akira Amano.

Fran dodged knives as he ran. The Froggy hat on his head was still somehow intact after so many holes made by his insane sempai's knives. Fortunately, said knives were missing him at the moment. Yet characteristically like the wicked way life's cards are dealt, he expects that a hit would reach him soon enough. It was annoying. Speaking of which, the Varia's youngest member found his Senpai the worst of it all. He never knows if the blonde's just messing with him or telling the truth. It's very frustrating.

So he asked, "Fake Prince, did Xanxus really say that I have to get good on close combat?"

Why would he not doubt, anyway? Belphegor's attitude tells you to never completely believe his words. Trust Fran. He'd known it first hand. Flashbacks of bad meat, him running and Xanxus chasing him came to his mind. But then a laugh interrupted his thoughts.

It was the devil himself.

"Ushishishi," The Prince laughed. "Of course he did, stupid frog. I'm a prince. Princes don't lie."

Another thing, Fran hates frogs. But he thought that Bel secretly missed Marmon, leading the masochistic sempai to give him, the new member, some resemblance to his old partner. And so there was some kind of pity in the younger one's heart for him.

Of course, the kouhai protested a little bit. Look at that thing. It's down right ridiculous. But he finally agreed after having a two dozens and a half of knives delved in his back. He has high pain tolerance, yes. But everything has a limit. And yet, Bel, in all his vain glory, laughed and remarked, "You make a pretty good practice dummy, un-cute kouhai."

Though, as weeks passed, he felt some relief that he wore the stupidly obnoxious froggy hat.

Why?

It saved his head from having knives embedded in it.

"You know what, you stupid Fake Prince, you are by far the most narcissistic person I've ever met," he spoke as he continued to jump through branches.

The grin on Belphegor's mouth widened as two knives hit his Kouhai's back. "Fuck, yeah. I'm probably the only decent person you've ever met anyways," he said and laughed that creepy laugh of his.

Hah. Decent? More like insane.Fran thought but remained silent. He didn't even wince as two more knives hit his back. Counting all of the knives, there were eight and that was including the ones on his hat. The blonde Prince never did anything but bring him pain, tons and tons of pain. The green-haired lad wouldn't give him the satisfaction of having pain leak through his emotionless mask.

It was what the stupid Prince wanted; to see any emotion on Fran's face.

"Hm. So have you ever had a girlfriend before, you very un-cute Kouhai?"

The question took Fran by surprise, of course. This is Belphegor we're talking about. We're talking about vain, insane, masochist, genius Prince Belphegor. It's extremely suspicious. Everything about him is suspicious.

To be honest, he has had one girlfriend before. She was a very nice girl, literally innocent. With that being so, she died after getting killed by some Mafia he refused to join. Which is why, he decided, if ever he's going to find another partner, he'll find one that can protect themselves.

Interesting, huh? But of course Fran didn't say that tragedy and muttered instead, "Like hell I'll tell you, stupid Prince."

One knife managed to hit his back. And it was much deeper than the others. The grin on Bel's face was still there. It was kind of plastered to his face, really. Nobody knew what went in that head of his. Oh wait, let me rephrase that; nobody wanted to know what went in that head of his.

"The Prince heard that, you filthy commoner."

Fran wanted to sigh. But of course, he didn't. That was like praising Bel in his books. Another knife joined the others on his back. One that is deeper once again. He despised his Senpai's weird knives even more, especially since they're fucking delved on his back. He decided to remove as much knives as he can. And after a few tries, he succeeded on removing all of it.

Blood oozed from his wounds. Fran felt pain once again. "Fine, I did have a girlfriend," he answered. "Why are you asking?"

Bel laughed, "Ushishishi." He continued to throw more knives as the other one continued to dodge. "You look so much like a girl I thought you never had one, stupid froggy."

Fran shook his head. "Oh? Good. I though you were gay, fake Princess. I mean, Prince."

The blonde Prince adjusted his tiara as the grin on his face remained. "I'm letting that go, un-cute kouhai," he commented in a sing-song voice.

Suddenly, the knives stopped coming. Fran took this opportunity to stop to a halt, eyes taking a glance on the vast shades of browns, greens and oranges that the leaves on the ground provided. It was autumn and yet he couldn't even enjoy the scenery because of his stupid sempai. Stupid Prince. He walked to a nearby tree to catch his breath and leaned to it with his hands. After resting for a few seconds, he turned his back towards the tree in order to start running again –

...only to be face to face with Bel.

Their height difference were the only thing separating them. Fran caught a whiff of Belphegor's sweaty, musk scent before immediately taking a step back. The illusionist raised a brow as the Prince pushed him to the trunk of the large tree he had just been on. He winced as his back collided with it and found himself sandwiched between the trunk and his senpai.

Bel put his hand on the tree trunk a few centimeters from Fran's head. With his signature grin in place, he trailed his finger on Fran's neck, slowly and languidly. The illusionist's breath hitched in his throat. He tried to speak – to tell him off – yet nothing came out. The blonde noticed and chuckled, making Fran nervous even more.

And then, he kissed Fran.

His head dipped down and his lips went straight to Fran's. Light green eyes widened and he didn't move. At all. Not to continue the kiss and yet not to stop it either. An internal battle about what or how he was going to react went on inside him. Bel sensed this and deepened the kiss until the illusionist simply gave up and melted in his arms. He kissed back and opened his mouth a bit, letting Bel's tongue in. Their tongues met and licked each other, as if memorizing the taste. Belphegor coaxed Fran even further into the moment as he put one hand on the right side of the latter one's neck and the other on his left shoulder.

Just as Fran was raising his hand to bury in Bel's unruly hair, the blonde bit his tongue and drew out blood. He felt a little pain and the metallic taste came to him.

The blonde Prince lapped up the blood like it was water. His hands roamed a little and found itself on Fran's hips, pulling him closer as long fingers softly ran through his hair and tiara.

The illusionist was finally getting into it as he nibbled on the prince's lower lip. And yet out of nowhere, Bel pulled away. A look of confusion clouded over Fran's flushed face. The psycho Prince merely laughed and leaned to his ear to whisper,

"I'm not gay, froggy. I'm bisexual, there's a difference."

A/N: lol. Finally, I finished this. I've wanted to do a BF fic for a few days now. And here it is. (: Awesome. Reviews please. xD I thought about making the last line,"I'm not gay, froggy. I'm bisexual, there's a difference. I should know, I am a genius after all."But decided against it. xD

A/N 5/20/14: Hahahaha! Fixed the sentence constructions a bit and added some transition between the kiss and the running. As I finished reading this the first time, I couldn't help but think, "Was I clever or what?" Hahaha!