The House of Frogs and Knives

In the quiet room of the Varia's newest member there was a faint light produced by a half spent candle. The storm outside knocked out all power lines leaving rooms without light and creeping shadows. Most were expecting the back-up lights to be on by now, walking around the dark hallways was unpleasant and there was a slight ominous feeling. Like the feeling you have when you're about to be jumped.

The minute Fran had realized that there was a power outage he went over to his door and windows to make sure they were all locked. No knowing what kind of things came out during dark storms, while thunder roared and rain poured down. The pitter-patter on the glass would've been soothing if it were lighter, but this hard and angry rain made him weary to sleep.

"Just a few more hours I suppose," he quietly lay in bed. The degrading frog hat seemed to stare at him from the other side of the room. He turned his head away in favor of the dark rain clouds outside.

As the new guardian of mist, it was his duty to wear the hat.

'Just because I'm not…'

Fran let his bitter thought linger. In truth, just because he was himself and not the former guardian, he was always given the short end. He practically lived on the short end.

He'd heard that Belphegor had gotten along with him. To the point that it made him jealous, he was the "UN-cute kohai", as the Storm Guardian liked to say. He didn't even like Bel.

The rain had gotten stronger as did the wind, lightning flashed in the sky much more frequently. It was moving slow, but getting closer. Fran looked over at the door tiredly; the candle flickered in the corner of his eye. It would be best if he got a new one, he thought.

Lussuria was lucky, having a mission. He was away from the dark mass of angry clouds.

It kind of fit. The corresponding members were all here. Xanxus, the expansive sky. Squalo, the rain that fell to the ground and wet the Earth. Mosca, gone and in need of repair for the longest time was the dark clouds. Levi was the lightning and Bel…

Bel the final result.

He didn't fit in, where's the mist?

Lussuria would come back and the sun would come out tomorrow. He didn't fit in.

If Mammon were here, tomorrow there'd be morning mist. But not him.

He didn't care, it hardly mattered. He walked over to the oak door of his closet and opened it carefully. It was nights like these that something would pop out of it and throw a knife at him. That's the whole reason he locked up. He didn't want another incident with the fake prince. Thankfully the closet was vacant; he reached in and grabbed the labeled box. The other candle still had some life in it.

He walked over to his bed and put the candles together, one started the other and the room was much brighter. Light extended to the corners of the room lighting up the foreboding darkness.

Fran sat at the edge of his bed. He looked to the door again making sure nothing unwanted let itself in.

He lay down and listened to the sounds that floated from outside.

It was distant, but Squalo's signature "VOOOOIIIII," could be heard through the thunder. Xanxus must've thrown him out in the rain. "Were a mutt like you belongs," it was like he could hear what their leader was thinking.

Thunder he wished there were a Thunder Guardian. He would occupy that spot in an instant. Be connected to the rest of the storm.

Then again… could they be called Guardians? Xanxus was not the Ninth son.

He could think of another in almost the same situation. Blood correspondent, but not first in line.

"Froggyyy~" Speak of the devil, Fran lightly scowled. How in the world did he get in here?

Bel stood at the foot of his bed, his fake crown shined as lightning flashed. Smile wide and gleaming in the soft light that took the room, the first candle must've died and left only the second alone in the world to deal with its monsters. He was wet and looked cold, his shirt stuck to his pale body and his skinny form. His eyes were still unseen.

"How did you get in here, I locked the door and the windows," Fran carefully pushed himself up to rest on his elbows.

"I don't care, I got in and that's all that matters Frogy," Frogy, a new pet name?

Fran gazed around his room, only his eyes moved. Closed, closed, closed… The washroom! There was a window in the washroom. He'd remember that for next time, to lock the window in the washroom. He sat up a little bit more and focused his eyes on the intruder. He still smiled like a monster going in for the kill.

"You're like a cockroach senpai," Fran knew he'd get stabbed for this. "Living through anything and finding a way in every time, no prince at all." Just like he'd predicted there was a sudden slight pain in his left arm where on of Bel's knives pierced.

Being used to the pain he didn't wince. He wouldn't allow himself to wince and let Belphegor get the benefit.

"Listen here my UN-cute kohai," Bel's smile widened. "There's nothing more I want than to stick my knives inside of your UN-cute body until I get the right reaction."

Fran tried not to shudder at the feral tone. He bit his lip instead, a little too hard though and felt the coppery taste of blood. "No ones stopping you, maybe you'll finally do away with me," he licked up the blood fast hoping that Bel didn't catch sight. "Maybe your next kohai will be cute."

As the fast as the flashing lighting outside, Bel was on top of him within seconds. Biting at his lips and licking at the blood. His clothes were cold, he was cold. It almost appeared that he was getting closer just to warm himself up. Fran parted his lips and allowed Belphegor's tongue entrance. He wasn't bold enough or brave enough to do anything other than occasionally rub his tongue on the other's. His arms never left his sides.

"It's no fun if you won't do anything," Bel pulled away. "Its ok though, I said I can get a reaction," a knife scraped underneath Fran's cotton nightshirt, he shuddered as he felt a tiny amount of blood seep.

"Still not right," the fake prince "tsk-ed."

The blonde took off his shirt and let it fall to the floor, his still-wet skin gleamed. He was pale and thin, not skeletal though. He was also scarred, years of fighting, a few were courtesy of his departed brother and some inflicted by himself out of sheer boredom and experimentation.

Too busy to notice traveling hands, the young mist guardian flinched in surprise when he felt cold hands around his waistband. Lower and lower the elastic was dragged down before he was left in only his plain white boxers. He let out a gasp as long fingers slid underneath his boxers and fondled with his now semi-hard member.

"Getting there I suppose," Bel used his other hand to discard Fran's shirt, it lay in the floor with his own now. Fran felt him pull down his boxer's next, he lay bare for the world to see.

"St-stop it fake prince," he shuddered and felt his face grow extremely hot. "I'll be forced to tell Xanxus and Squalo."

Bel laughed out lightly, "Xanxus won't care, and the stupid shark can't do anything about it." He shifted to the left and pulled out a knife. "I'll carve my name into you Frogy, my whole name in deep letters on your front side so when people see, they'll know who mutilated your body first."

Fran felt queasy as he watched Bel draw out the first line of the "B" lightly on the left side of his stomach.

"S-senpai…." He closed his eyes. Not because it hurt, but because he was being branded like cattle. He hated it and at the same time cherished the twisted attention his body was getting.

"What, not enjoying it? Maybe I should do something else," He'd gotten as far as the "Bel" of his name, enough to be known.

Belphegor slid his own pants down and his boxers followed, both were now naked and intently looking at the other. Or at least Bel seemed to be gazing down, one could never know with his eyes covered. He leaned down and captured Fran in another kiss, letting his hands rub the other's sides gently.

"Out of character for you senpai…" Fran pulled away.

"You'd rather be cut up 'cause I don't care either way."

Fran shut his mouth and re-thought what he was about to say; shaking his head he leaned up and pressed his lips to Bel's.

Their erections rubbed together and pre-cum slowly made it sleeker and hotter.


Dreaded cliff-hanger!

Ohwells….

I'll probably finish it later this week…