Squalo sighed as he waited for Bel to finish changing in their hotel bathroom. For fucks sake, the kid had been in there for a good half hour getting ready for their ridiculous ass mission.

"Voiiii, brat, hurry the fuck up!" he yelled, still seated comfortably on the only bed in their room. Bel had insisted upon staying in one of the most expensive hotels in all of England. Xanxus had insisted that it was too expensive to pay for a room with two beds. Squalo had insisted he wasn't sleeping on the couch.

Of course, no one ever listened to him.

"Ushishishi, patience patience," Bel responded through the bathroom door.

Squalo let out an annoyed grunt and gracelessly flopped backwards onto the bed, causing the jacket of his Armani suit to ride up uncomfortably. He decided to pass the time by seething at the person who had gotten him into this: Xanxus.

Xanxus wanted information about a quickly growing mafia family, the leader of which happened to be a very wealthy Englishman named Christopher Roland, who had a great love for lavish parties and beautiful women. In fact, he was said to have very loose lips when it came to such women.

That was where Bel came in. Seeing as the Varia had no women in its higher-ups and Bel didn't have much of a problem with cross-dressing, seduction, or information retrieval, he was naturally the best choice (not to mention the fact that his appearance was already very feminine, though no one would ever say that to his face).

So why was Squalo there?

Xanxus had told (more like yelled at) him to go as Bels' backup... and "date". Apparently, Roland had an even stronger taste for women who were taken rather than single. The thrill of the chase, or some bullshit like that.

Jackass.

Because of that, Squalo had to travel to England with Belphegor of all people, wear an uncomfortable suit to an undoubtedly boring party while he watches his "date" (who was actually an insane little boy dressed in drag) seduce some moronic womanizer.

'Great,'Squalo thought, tilting his head back over the edge of the bed.

It was at this moment that Belphegor chose to burst out of the bathroom in all his glory, causing Squalo to sit up so quickly he got a head-rush. He took one annoyed look at Bel before his eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

Belphegor stood there in the deep purple empire waist dress that Lussaria had helped him pick out. The dress ended a few inches above his knees, showing off his long slim legs (and the dress was held up by fake breasts, Squalo noted). He had apparently refused to remove his bangs from his face or change his hair, and his tiara still resided upon his golden head, though.

The one thing Squalo noticed that he found most appalling though, was that Bel had hips that would put any girl to shame.

"Ushishishishi," Bel giggled "stop gawking like a moron and help the prince put on his shoes."

He thrust a pair of strappy black heels into Squalos' hands, sat down on the bed, and held his foot out expectantly.

Squalo almost began to rant about how he didn't have to do a goddamn thing for Bel, but decided he didn't really have the energy to get in a fight with the little brat right now, (he figured he should conserve it for the party that would occur later in the evening) so he simply grunted and took hold of Bels' dainty foot.

He took his time fastening the little straps on the shoes, all the while observing Belphegor. He had always assumed Bel was small and slim, but he had never actually seen his body since it was almost always covered by his jacket or an oversized striped shirt. He now noticed that everything about Belphegors' body screamed female, from his tiny waist, to his small thin shoulders, to his long slim fingers.

'Goddammit, how old is this kid anyways?' Squalo thought to himself 'I feel like a fucking pedophile.'

"There, all done, brat," Squalo hissed, tossing Bels' legs off of his lap.

"Commoners should not speak to royalty that way, old man~~~" Bel grinned as he easily stood up and sashayed towards the kitchen with practiced ease, ignoring the look of offence that crossed Squalos' face.

'Even if the kid looks good, he still has a god-awful personality,' Squalo thought, wrinkling his nose.

xXx

When Bel returned from the kitchen, a bag of chips in hand, Squalo had relocated himself onto the couch and was angrily flipping through the channels on their unnecessarily large television searching for something to watch.

Belphegor quietly (or as quietly as he could in high heels) made his way over to the silver haired man. As he arrived directly behind where Squalo was sitting on the couch, he leaned over and swiftly blew a cool stream of air into Squalos ear.

"Gah!" Squalo shrieked as he dropped the television remote. "What the hell was that for?" he demanded, and swung his head around to get a better look at the annoying prince; only to pull back a bit when he realized their faces were much too close for comfort.

"I'm booooored~~~" Bel whined "You insisted upon me getting ready, yet the party doesn't begin until lateeeeer~~~"

Belphegor hopped over the back of the couch, softly landing on it next to Squalo.

"It was just in case you needed more time to get ready," Squalo huffed, handing the remote control to Bel. "There's nothing good on."

"You were the one rushing me," Bel complained, pressing the button to open the T.V. guide (which Squalo cursed himself for not doing, as it would have been much easier).

"I was getting impatient."

Squalo reached for Bels' abandoned bag of chips (now residing on the coffee table in front of them) only to have his hand kicked away by Bels' high heeled foot.

"Vooooiiii, I gave you the remote, the least you could do is let me have some damn chips!"

"Shishishi, you chose to give me the remote, and did so without discussing any terms. I owe you nothing, commoner."

Squalo growled and reached across Belphegor to retrieve the remote, only to have it yanked away as Bels' knee made contact with Squalos' chin.

"Oooowww, what the fuck, brat?!" Squalo demanded, pulling back and wincing. "Give me the goddamn remote!"

It was right about this time that Squalo took notice of just the way Bel was positioned on the couch. Bels' legs were spread slightly, the leg he kicked Squalo with rested on the couch while the other was still residing in its original position on the floor. His dress was riding up so that Squalo could almost see under it (Squalo vaguely wondered what kind of underwear the boy was wearing beneath the dress) and one of his arms rested on the arm of the couch propping up his torso as the other arm was busy shoving the remote down the back of the top half of his dress.

"Shishishi, fuck you."

That was all it took for Squalo to lunge across the couch and all but tackle Bel. His hands roamed Bels' back to retrieve the remote, as said prince arched his back out of discomfort. Bel attempted to push Squalo away, but Squalo was physically much stronger than Belphegor was. Squalo managed to grab the remote just in time to notice that they were far too close for his personal comfort. The lower half of his body was currently resting snugly between Bels' thighs, his hands down the back of Bels' dress as the boy arched into his chest.

All the blood in Squalos' body quickly rushed to his face and groin as he allowed himself to finally be pushed away by Bel, the forgotten remote still clutched in his hand.

Belphegor huffed angrily as he attempted to fix his clothes, casting the occasional unseen glare in Squalos' direction.

The silver haired man, however, was doing his best to calm his blood flow and heart rate.

'Fuck' Squalo thought to himself as he took one last fleeting glance at Bels' mussed state, taking note of the fact that Bel was, in fact, wearing shorts under his dress.

xXx

The car ride to the Roland residence had been prosaic to say the least. Belphegor had spent the entire time chattering animatedly at Squalo about his last assassination job and how the victims' intestines looked when they had spilled out of his abdomen and onto the pavement (that and something about a circus. Squalo wasn't really listening).

Now as the car slowed in front of a grand Victorian style mansion, Squalo looked Bel up and down once more to be sure that he looked acceptable. A smirk graced his face for the first time since he left Italy.

"Voiii, you should stop grinning. It's unbecoming for a lady," he teased.

"I don't have to listen to a peasant like you. I'm a prince," Bels' grin grew.

"Stop referring to yourself as a man. Try to make your voice sound more... feminine"

Bel ignored his comment in favor of stepping out of the door that the driver had just opened.

"Brat," Squalo frowned

He could have sworn Bel muttered something about perverted old men.

His frown deepened.

With a role of his eyes, he climbed out of the car and straightened his suit before offering his arm out to Belphegor, who immediately wrapped his own slim arm around it.

"Ushishishi, ready darling?" Belphegor cooed; his perfect smile shining even in the fading sunlight.

"Ladies first, honey," Squalo sneered.

Bel stomped on Squalos' foot with one of his high heels, then promptly began to make his way to the Roland residence, a slightly limping and softly cursing Squalo in tow.

xXx

AN: Ok, this is my very first attempt at a chaptered fic, & with my laziness & school about to start up again, I don't know when I'll get the next chapter out, but I'll try to do it as soon as possible. If people like it & review, though, it might prompt me to update faster. :D So basically, review, & tell me if you like.~~~