Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.


Marked

By: x-LittleMissAlice-x

Chapter 2 - Sinful Beauty

Belphegor...

Fran couldn't help but think of that name over and over again as it rang through his head like a magical melody, nor could he forget what had happened earlier that day within the forest.

His words. The silky voice that caressed over his ear. That flaming touch that smoothed over his tender flesh. And most of all, his wet lips that clashed onto his so forcibly, so wantingly. It was enough to get the usually emotionless and unfazed boy to have a light, pink blush on the edge of his cheeks, and the insides of his stomach flip and flutter helplessly.

Why can't I get that guy out of my mind? What is it about him that makes me so... so...

Fran was now at home in his large estate, safely in the custody of his locked room. It was getting dark outside; the bright sun slowly drift down and the misty sky was being developed by a swirl of pink, purple and an enchanting orange that seemed to dance together in a perfect union. Fran was lying on his back lifelessly. His legs spread out slightly and his arms rested beside him like a motionless doll. Glassy eyes were staring up on the ceiling silently, a blank expression on his face as he rested on the bed. He was still wearing his school uniform - the doll-like black sweater over his long-sleeved, thin white shirt, his black knickerbockers that stopped at his knees and high white socks. His shoes were neatly placed together beside his bed so that they were ready for the morning to come.

The child's room looked adorable; just like it suited him. The bed sheets were white with dark green polka-dots. There were two bunks to his bed, one on the bottom a couple inches from the floor, and one on the top, placed a little bit to the upper-right of the other one. The wooden floor was a pure white, and a green patch of carpet that looked like a lily-pad rested in the middle of the large room. Two dark green drawers were directly under his bed, with lime green handles that looked like small clovers to open it for placing shoes and such. Directly next to his bed was the opposite, a closet about his height, and also holding up the other bed above him, lime green with dark green clovers for the handles. On the other side of his bed, the left side, there was a large, door-like way that lead to his own personal bathroom, as well as a double cabinet next to the upper bed and all the way to the white, high ceiling.

Across from the bed and on the other side of the room were numerous white shelves for placing books and other belongings in the bookcase, though textbooks filled all the racks, high-level ones for college and high school students, along with thick books to read for 'fun'. On the complete other side of the room was a simple lime green desk, with a white box full of pencils, organized papers already out and a ruler ready to be used. It was obvious the little kouhai was very organized, liked things to be in control, and also that his room was as innocent as his mind.

Though the most adorable thing in his room was the little froggie plushie that rested on one of the bookshelves on top of his favorite book, a picture book, and the only one he secretly owned - A Frog's Life. His beloved 'parents' were going to take that book away, though Fran had to assure them that it was, indeed, educational. Stating that it had the cycle of a frog; from being an egg, to a tadpole, then growing its hind legs, then its other ones, and finally becoming an adult frog. Ever since he had read that book, he had been obsessed with frogs, lily-pads, everything about them. Which was kind of ironic seeing how Belphegor had given him a frog hat to wear... Speaking of that hat, he wasn't wearing it. . . Oh yeah, he left it back there in that forest, didn't he?

...so breath-taken? his thought finished with an uncertain, small frown.

A loud knock sounded on the other side of the child's lime-green door, but Fran didn't make a move answer it. He waited a moment in silence before finally stating, "Come in," in a flat tone.

The person behind the door did so, slowly swinging it open for a rather tall, raven-black haired and mismatched eyed butler to appear before him. He stared across the room at Fran, though he didn't make a move to step inside the perimeter.

"Young Master, dinner will be finished soon," he announced, his gloved fingers not leaving the diamond-shaped, crystal door-handle on the side he stood on. "Your mother and father have come back from their business trip and would like you to attend dinner," his butler, Mukuro, informed. Fran's form tensed significantly at the mention of his parents. He rolled over, his back facing his butler as he stared at the white walls with a hollow gaze.

"I'm not hungry, Mukuro. Please leave now," he stated emotionlessly. Mukuro looked hesitant, but he nodded in response and bowed respectfully.

"Very well, Young Master. Call me if you need anything. You know where to find me." Mukuro looked at Fran a moment longer before closing the door with a small 'click' behind him.

Fran let out a heavy sigh, one that sounded relieved. He rolled back over to stare at the door that had been opened moments ago. Fran curled himself into a tight ball form and clutched his knees to his chest. His mind started to drift off once again.

I'm suffocating, he thought briefly and swallowed hard, finding it more of a struggle to find air. He wrapped a hand around his throat to keep his breathing under control. His throat hurt and felt scratchy. He had never yelled at someone so loudly in his life, but he was angry at the blond and didn't know anything else he could do to make him stop. The thoughts of the old memory that seemed to have happened moments ago made him shudder.

Fran's eyes widened as he started to do more than squirm at the sudden kiss, thrashing until he finally broke off from the other's lips he had smothered him with. He placed both of his fragile hands on Belphegor's chest to push himself off of him, desperate to get away. "Ugh, stop it..!" Fran snapped, his tone loud and strong. Birds squawked from the trees of the forest as his voice rung through, gliding in swarms through the air in a frenzy. His usually empty face twisted with irritation, his gaze of deep anger burning into the blonde's.

Everything, he wanted it to stop: the seductive touching, the soothing whispers, the kissing. It had to stop now... before it was too late. . .

It hurts too much to be here. I feel like I'm drowning, getting deeper and deeper into my own personal dark ocean. Blue. A beautiful sapphire, a royal blue... his burning eyes, he couldn't help think with a gentle sigh. Perhaps he was drowning in those eyes, his eyes, slowly but surely falling into that man's grasp.

Tch, that was ridiculous! He just sounded like some idiotic little girl, thinking about him all the time. What was Fran turning into? Besides, Fran was the one in control now, for the time being anyway. So he should just forget about what happened in the forest all together, including Belphegor. What made that arrogant blonde so special, anyway?

Clutching a nearby pillow, he held onto it tightly. He buried his flushed face from the entire world, sinking into it with a soft groan. A couple of moments later, the innocent Fran had drifted off into a gentle slumber, dreaming soundly of their second encounter. . .


Flashback

Second Encounter

They're staring... Fran thought dully.

Fran was now inside the classroom, having been escorted to class by Squalo and Chrome after the whole 'I'm-Belphegor-and-I-shall-get-my-revenge-for-running-into-me' incident.

It was a rather small room compared to the enormous school, consisting of 25 desks or so at even spaces away from each other, and in rows. Students of all kinds were in their seats, staring silently in awe, anxiously, up at Fran. The mint-haired boy's unfilled green eyes scanned the faces, a second of attention for each of them. His eyes nearly didn't register them, as if they weren't even there in the first place. Great. He was right; there really wasn't a living soul in this classroom that would serve of any interest. When the fighting came around most wouldn't even survive the first round. They were all invisible to Fran, nobodies, thus they weren't worth a fraction of his time.

The teacher in front of the classroom wrote Fran's name down on the screeching, deep moss green chalkboard with the dusty white stick. Each letter she wrote down, each stroke on the board made Fran want to cringe, though he tried to refrain from doing so. Instead, he endured the loud noise. Thank goodness his name was short!

Everyone else was staring at the hat - the toad hat - with wide, curious eyes.

Once the teacher in the front of the room was finally finished writing his name, she smiled triumphantly and turned to motion to Fran to take an empty seat, third from the back and next to the window. At the gesture, Fran walked calmly by and brushed past his classmates, a blank expression on his face. Their eyes followed him silently and stayed latched onto the frog's googly eyes as if it were an enemy, or something to be wary of.

Calmly taking a seat in his instructed spot, he sat there silently for a moment, before immediately raising his pale arm in the air. The teacher in front of the class blinked her bright gray eyes, though soon smiled softly. "Yes, Fran? What is it?" she asked patiently.

"Is it customary in your country to wear these hats when coming to school?" he asked obliviously, which earned a laugh and numerous giggles from the class, though most of them sounded... nervous. He cocked his head to the side slightly, with a rather confused expression, though didn't say anything more. He propped his head up with his hand, and stared out the window beside him with his innocent jade-colored eyes, staring the day away as he awaited the next couple periods to end...

So, this is school? he thought briefly, before staring off into space once again.

What is that annoyingly loud sound? he thought with a gentle frown.

The bell had rung from the ceiling above, signaling the time for periods to be over and for lunch break to start. He sighed lightly to himself, scooting his chair back on the tile floor with a 'squeek' as he slowly stood up to his feet. His eyes turned towards the door, watching most of his classmates try to scramble out of it at once.

Glancing to his side he noticed a group of students were still in the classroom. A couple girls were staring at him, giggling madly. The boys just seemed to shoot glares at Fran's disinterested look he had since he had arrived at the school. When Fran turned to stare at them back, the whole bunch seemed to jump and whisper something frantically to each other, along the lines of "let's get outta here". Then, quickly looking from his eyes, to his froggie hat, then avoiding both their gazes all together, they scurried off out the door with the others and went on their way to lunch.

Fran didn't understand it.

Ever since he arrived at this school it seemed everyone had been avoiding him. Sure, he wasn't the most approachable kind of person, but it's not like he was going to bite or anything. But what was he suppose to expect? School was made to go and put up with 7 or 8 hours, learn stuff, and then go home, and after you finally went to bed, you would start it all over again 5 days a week. Surviving through this, now that was the real challenge.

After waiting a few minutes to make sure the hallways were cleared, Fran too walked out the doors of the classroom. He made his way down the marble, sparkling hallway, his emotionless expression back on his face as he walked about aimlessly. His short heels clicked loudly across the black and white checkered tile floors, staring at the windowless hallway and ground silently to count all the tiles. Then, he turned the corner and soon was in front of a peculiar black door. He glanced up at the tall frame, cocking his head to the side curiously, before extending a hand and turning the handle to the door, pushing it open to see its contents.

"Stairs," he muttered. A single spiral, marble staircase was in the middle of an empty room; looking up seemed to last as far as the eye could see.

I wonder where it could go, Fran thought and pursed his lips, contemplating silently whether or not to climb up them and see what lies on top. Shrugging, he took a step through the door, closing it softly behind him, and started to climb the mysterious set of steps before him.

The stairs he climbed seemed to go on endlessly, just more white steps after white steps, until finally, he ran into a door - literally.

Wham!

"Ouchie..." poor Fran cried lowly, recoiling back a couple steps to stare at the black door before him and rubbing the side of his head. He frowned slightly. "I just climbed a series of stairs, just to see another black door? How lame," he muttered to himself and stared at the door a little bit longer until finally reaching his hand out to open it.

The sun's harsh rays immediately poured in, temporarily blinding the small child as he raised his hand up in the air to shield his fragile, emerald orbs from them. He blinked a couple of times, and his vision finally cleared, though he was surprised of what he saw. It was a rooftop with an amazing view, and he was able to see the trees of the forest, a deep blue ocean in the horizon as far as the eye could see and where it met the sky.

In the middle of the empty rooftop was a gray flooring and a tall fence on the edges so no one would fall out. A dark red blanket was spread out neatly in the middle of the space, as if someone was going to have a picnic on it.

A chilling breeze blew by that was enough to make the Fran shiver. He rubbed his hands on the side of his arms to try and warm himself up. God, I hate the outside world. It's so cold, he thought with a frown, staring at the blanket for a couple of moments before approaching it further.

He picked the blanket up and inspected it for any dirt or unwanted bugs, grabbing it in a fist and waving it in the air rapidly. Afterward, he wrapped the cloth around himself and his teeth chattered at the cold air that came by and brushed prickles against his skin.

Well, I suppose I will be spending my lunch out here. At least it's quiet, he thought and fell lazily onto his back, his hands clutching together to keep the blanket over him and protect him from the wind. His legs were comfortably stretched out, his eyes stared up at the bright blue sky and clouds that passed him by. I like clouds, they're...peaceful.

Fran never said the word '"love". Not ever.

He didn't love anything. He thought things were 'pleasant' or 'disgusting' or just neutral, but everything was black and white in his eyes. Just like this school. He didn't have any feeling of adoration or indescribable love, he just felt that there was no such thing in the world, and words like that shouldn't be thrown around so easily, nor used. He was unfeeling towards nearly everything. He was like the wind and clouds.

He drifted by wherever the world took him, never getting to decide anything for himself. He just watched the world go by. So what if that's how he lived his life? He did as he was told, was controlled like a puppet and lived for others needs, with no real action or place in the world, but as long as he made other people pleased with him, wasn't that enough? To make it easier on everyone else and reach his full potential?

In the midst of his thinking and staring up at the white, fluffy streaks in the sky, something moved in the corner of his eye, making his body tense.

Did I just see a streak of yellow and something shiny? Surely it wasn't the sun, it's on the eastern side, he thought. After a moment, he arched his back, allowing his vision to see a little bit further behind him and sure enough, it was what he had feared the most...

Belphegor.

The blonde was sitting behind him on a higher elevation, crouched down and resting on his knees on top of the flat tinted roof that the dark door was under. He was still wearing his ripped up black jeans with the long chains that dangled and clung together ever so often in the breeze. He wore his black, dressy-shirt and blood red tie wrapped loosely around his neck. His mini-tiara was still on the side of his head, gleaming in the sun's rays, along with his pearly white teeth, his signature grin was on his face like the last time they met.

"Hey Toad," he greeted with a smirk.

Fran stared at him blankly before slowly lifting himself from the ground, his cocoon-like blanket still wrapped around him. "So you are here. How unfortunate. And here I was hoping you were an illusion," he drawled.

Belphegor make a "tch" sound at the comment.

"Hm, so you've been thinking about me, have you?" he asked teasingly with a snicker. "Though I still see you have that smart-ass mouth and ungrateful attitude, Froggie."

How could I not think about you? Fran immediately thought, but tried not to show it. Fran shrugged his shoulders at his comment about him. He was honest, that's all. "So, what are you doing here?" he asked.

Belphegor grinned and managed a shrug as well. Fran's eyes narrowed. Now he was just copying him.

"What? Can I not see what is rightfully mine?" Bel asked innocently, hopping down from the tinted roof a couple feet away from Fran with his insanely large grin.

The gesture made Fran frown a bit, taking an instinctive step back but having nowhere else to turn but to push himself up on the fence, staring at the blond warily. This guy was bad news, he knew that much. He would have to keep his guard up so he didn't sneak up on him.

"What's that suppose to mean? You don't own me," Fran muttered.

Belphegor laughed before extending a single finger to point at Fran.

"What?"

"The blanket," Belphegor answered, slowly approaching Fran as his white shoes scraped across the gray tile ground. "It's mine. But, if you do insist..." he began, stopping in front of the Kouhai.

Fran's small form tensed, staring up at Belphegor with cautious eyes. He clutched the blanket tighter around himself in a protective manner. This still didn't stop Belphegor from moving his hand up for his thumb to brush the side of Fran's cheek.

His light fingertips slowly moved across Fran's face, sending an instant, warm spark through his body.

Don't react. Don't react. That's what he wants.

Fran tried his best to keep his gaze unfazed by the touch. He had to stop himself from flinching under it.

"Since you're wrapped around my blanket, you could technically be mine as well," he finished with a smirk. Fran just stared at him dumbly.

Fran moved his face away from Belphegor's touches, unhooking one of his hands from the cloth that wrapped around him to move freely. The back of his hand slapped Belphegor's wrist away from him, to refrain from anymore unnecessary touches. The sound seemed to echo through the cutting air, almost like a loud whack in the face.

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't touch me so freely, Belphegor. I take it as sexual harassment," he warned, and as a result of the swift movement, the heavy hat on his head slipped off and landed softly on the ground.

Bel's eyes narrowed slightly when he pushed his hand away from touching the boy's angelic face. A low, warning growl escaped the back of his throat, his unseen eyes following the falling froggie hat as it seemed to slowly twirl in the air before hitting the ground on its side.

"That's 'Bel-senpai' to you," he muttered.

They stood there a moment, the back of Fran's hand pushing Belphegor's arm away, his gaze slightly cold, disconnected, and the Prince making no move to touch him again while their eerie silence hung thickly in the air. Then, Belphegor leaned down. Fran jerked back, thinking he was going to touch him again, but Belphegor went to pick up the large hat instead.

He brought the item towards him once it was in his grasp, and brushed it clean with the palm of his hand. He paused for a brief moment, before staring up once more to meet Fran's beautiful eyes.

"You have three chances - and I won't consider this one of them. After the third one I can guarantee you will be punished severely in the worst way possible," he stated seriously, staring at him a moment longer, before placing the hat back on Fran's head. "I'll probably boil you alive, or chain your body from the ceiling and slice at your body slowly, painfully, or maybe I'll make you suffer from dismemberment~" Belphegor snickered, a mischievous glint in his hidden eyes. "It may not be today, or tomorrow, but I swear that one day, when your guard's down, that's when I will strike and take you by surprise. You will go through your whole life in fear of being struck down first. Either way, in the end you will kiss the ground I walk on, and bow on your knees for the Prince~" he snickered. "Get it?"

Fran didn't say anything at the threat, he just listened to him, absolutely frozen. He couldn't move, more like his body wouldn't allow him too at the sudden weight of the hat placed back on his head. It wasn't so much it was heavy in general, but it seemed to be from the great weight on his shoulders of what he would have to endure if he did in fact take this hat off or get this guy pissed off.

He could feel the burning of his touch, without even having any actual physical contact with him, the hungry look in his eyes without having to stare at the irises, and the intensity of that grin on his face.

The two of them stood in silence, staring at the each others face. They didn't need words to know what they were expressing, the danger and stiffness in the air around the two on that empty rooftop as Belphegor's words sunk in.

Was he even breathing? What was he going to do? His instincts were screaming at him to leave, to do anything in his power to dart off far from this place. But Fran still managed to stand his ground and pushed their desperate cries away.

In normal circumstances, he read that if he was being bullied to tell an authorized adult before it happened to get too far. But, even though he was being threatened by this boy and felt a surge of danger from him, he couldn't bring himself to do so. He felt this was all a game, an interesting game, which didn't arise very often. And he also felt that he had to conquer and beat this new challenger, a worthy opponent. So, for now he would go along with Belphegor's little games, and put up with any trouble it may cause him in the future...

Until he won, that is.

"Coercion..." Fran muttered under his breath, his eyes darting up from the ground to stare intensely at the other. "Very well then, Bel-senpai, I accept your challenge and your terms of rules in this game," he stated, but a small smile soon appeared on his lips. "But, what do I get if I win?" Fran asked curiously, but seriously.

Belphegor snickered. "Game, huh? That's an interesting way to put it, but you don't have to worry about that."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because, my uncute Kouhai, I will win. Who's to say I haven't already won? But on the slim chance you do happen to get away from me, then it will probably save you from a lot of pain. Ushishishi~" Belphegor grinned. "And as long as you keep wearing that hat, you're part of my territory, even your pathetic classmates know that much. Choose to defy me, and I promise you a lifetime of regret."

Fran blinked at his threat. His eyes slowly narrowed in recognition when Belphegor's words finally came together in his mind. It was his fault!

"So, you're the reason that my classmates have been neglecting me and staring at me with fearful eyes. Why would you do that? What's the purpose in it?" he asked, an edge of anger within the Fran's voice.

Belphegor just smirked, almost as if he was pleased with the results of Fran's loneliness and spark of annoyance. "Who knows. I think it's great that they know better than to touch other people's things. My things. And it's to ensure there are no... distractions. Besides, isn't your reaction to it all enough?" he chuckled.

Fran frowned. He had a feeling they weren't talking about the blanket anymore.

"I thought I already told you. You don't own me, nor do you have the right t-" he began, but was soon interrupted.

A thin set of lips were suddenly pressed against his own. Fran jolted back, pressing himself harder against the iron fence. His hands released the blanket in his hands instinctively and raised his arms in the air to defend himself. Fran's small hands were on Belphegor's chest, trying to shove the blonde off him. Fran's eyes widened as a warm shiver of pleasure made its way through his body. He used more force to try to push Belphegor away.

Why? Why were his emotions skyrocketing again? He wasn't suppose to feel. He shouldn't be able to. What was happening to him?

He forced himself to tense, making 'mmf!' sounds to try and break those warm, slick lips against his own.

Bel's hands moved from the top of the frog hat on Fran's head, to slide the palm of his hands along Fran's frail figure and shoulders. His long fingers smoothed down his arms, wrapping around the smaller male's wrists, leaving his target immobile and captured within his grasp.

Crap! He lowered his guard, for just a second, and already this guy had him around his finger - literally. He was cornered and helpless now. What could he do? How could he try and get away?

Belphegor's knee shifted between the Fran's legs, brushing against the young kouhai's erection. The victim opened his mouth and gasped at the heated feeling from the sudden touch. Desperately, his body tried to squirm away from the blonde. But this didn't stop Belphegor. Fran's mouth opening was the perfect opportunity for him to attack his lips. Belphegor opened his own mouth against Fran's and let his wet tongue slip inside. Fran squirmed against him, his arms still bound by Belphegor's hands.

"Mmph..!" was the only noise that came from the boy, making his lips vibrate against Bel's. The blonde practically purred, deepening the kiss.

Fran could feel his mind start to fade into a haze as Belphegor's tongue dominated his mouth and wrestled with his own, tugging at it playfully. A spark of electricity caused an unexplainable sensation to surge through Fran's body. Fran's hands momentarily clenched as Belphegor's grip tightened to prevent the other from getting loose.

His body started to go limp the deeper their kiss went, the longer and more passionate it was. Butterflies softly fluttered in Fran's stomach. He could feel the edge of his cheeks heating in an adorable flush on his usually unfazed, pale face.

Fran wanted to give up. He wanted to admit defeat to this new perpetrator, to be blown away by this new wind and see where it would take him. There was just something about Belphegor, something he could do to him to make him feel so... amazing. He couldn't find any other way to describe it.

His touches. His word. The kiss that made him feel so high, so untouchable... So numb.

And that's what he loved the most.

Belphegor could make him forget everything else and go into their own little world. He could get rid of that constant, aching and slicing pain that always lay inside him and weighed on his heart. He could feel free and alive, if only for a short instant, and he would do anything for it to last, if only for a bit longer. . .

Even though he wanted to slowly disappear and fall into the blonde's arms to absolute bliss, his highly intelligent mind still refused to give in so easily. His body felt like it was slowly shutting down on him, becoming weak, but he just had to keep fighting. He couldn't be carried away by this guy.

Belphegor pressed up against Fran, the new extra weight making the two slowly slide down the metal fence to the concrete ground. Their lips momentarily separated, the two breathing hard for air as they stared at each other.

Belphegor's legs were resting on either side Fran's waist, their chests barely sliding against one another. Fran lay under him, his wrists still clutched in Belphegor's grip ever so tightly, his pale green eyes searching the blonde's face. It was as if he was looking for something in particular in his eyeless face, the kouhai's soft gaze filled with both confusion, and silent wanting.

Belphegor understood the look in the Fran's eyes and couldn't help but snicker. He wanted more then, huh? That look could never go unnoticed, not by the Prince~ He would get his young kouhai screaming his name, blushing, and trembling before him in no time. This would be fun.

The blonde pecked a soft kiss on the boy's cheek. Fran squirm a bit under him. Then, Belphegor kissed him again, a little lower, planting kisses down Fran's jaw line. Each touch or brush of the lips on the other's delicate skin earned a hitch in breath, a shift of the body that made their erections rub together momentarily, or a gentle, barely audible mewl. His whole body felt hot, like it was on fire. He knew his face absolutely flushed as he reacted to Belphegor's each and every touch.

A wide grin couldn't help but appear on the Prince's lips against the boy's neck. Belphegor's hidden eyes glanced up at the green-haired boy, going to make a comment or tease Fran about the willingness of his body moving so wantingly under him, or the beautiful reactions he obtained by the lightest of touches that slid across his pale skin.

But when he looked up, he saw something completely unexpected. Belphegor blinked a couple times, absolutely dumbfounded at his Kouhai. The brat... looked so inviting, so beautiful. Like an absolute angel, just waiting to be tainted, to be captured and never be released...

Fran's mouth was partly opened, lightly panting at each brush of the lips against his gentle skin. His face was glowing in a pure white aura in the sun's rays. His light eyes were fluttered closed, long eyelashes caressing the edge of his rosy cheeks in an expression that resembled nothing but pleasure. The boy's neck was arched at Belphegor's kisses, as if his body was unintentionally begging, wanting more. Fran's form was limp and vulnerable under the blonde's body, their chests rising and falling against each other.

"Nnn-no, s-stop," Fran let out a ragged gasp, shifting his body to struggle free, but instead he had to chew on the side of his lip to surpress a moan as he brushed against Belphegor.

Belphegor, of course, didn't listen to the half-hearted pleas. He planted gentle kisses down his neck, sucking a large hicky on the base as the cool saliva slid down his shoulder. He kept going mercilessly and almost reached his collar bone, until he heard and felt the kouhai under him start to rebel and squirm.

He stopped momentarily, moving his head upwards slightly to speak lowly, his husky voice whispering in his ear. "But why would I do that? You're telling me to stop, but your body is doing the exact opposite," he grinned. His voice made a ripple go up Fran's spine and bite inside of his cheek. With a small smirk, he softly kissed his cheek, before he moved his lips down, latching onto Fran's neck and grazing his razor sharp teeth on the boy's tender flesh.

The boy let out a sharp breath at the spark of both pain, and pleasure. Gentle red lines of crimson liquid started to appear and trickle down Fran's neck. Fran bit the bottom of his lip, trying to suppress a moan that was holding in at the back of his throat, his immobile hands clenching and fingernails digging into his skin. Belphegor bit down harder, his sharp canines imprinting and piercing the sensitive flesh. Fran jumped, a small yelp escaping his pink lips. His green eyes shut tightly, anxiously awaiting it to be over.

"Why don't you just give up already, Froggie?" he purred, a sly, mischievous smile on Belphegor's face. What was that enchanting sound he had just heard? Did it just escape his innocent kouhai's soft pink lips? He could have sworn it was almost a scream - and what a delicious scream it was. He couldn't help but want to hear even more of his moans, to feel the way his body shifted under his own, to stare at his uncute kouhai's angelic expressions that were rarely seen as he touched him, to taste those sweet lips that danced in union with his once again...

He wanted Fran to be his, and wouldn't stop until he obtained what he wanted.

"Never," Fran whispered fiercely, his body now shaking from exhaustion, fear, pain, and pleasure. His lips quivered slightly as he spoke, his eyelids opening to stare at the other fearlessly. What was this guy's problem? Why did he have to try so hard and go so far? Fran was persistent; there's no way he would give up so easily to the likes of him, and nothing that he could say would ever change his m-

"You're so beautiful, it's a sin," Belphegor couldn't help but mutter under his breath, his grip on his fragile wrists loosening to allow Fran to move freely.

Fran blinked, dumb founded. What did he just say to him? As embarassing as it sounded Fran must have been dreaming. Belphegor wouldn't have said something so... so... Ugh! It just wasn't logical in the least.

"They say... the most beautiful things are the most deadly," Fran managed to say between pants.

Good, Belphegor was distracted. It gave him a chance to catch his breath and try to get his overflowing emotions back under control. He needed to be calm and composed; unfazed. He couldn't allow this guy to break down through his mental walls.

Belphegor smirked slightly and chuckled a bit under his breath. "Then I must be absolutely gorgeous," Belphegor snickered teasingly.

Belphegor opened his mouth slightly, his long, pink tongue slipping through to leave a wet trail across his collar bone and up the side of his neck, earning a small, barely audible mewl from Fran. His stomach sank, his neck arched hungrily, his breathing was irregular. Fran's eyes fluttered closed at the tingling sensation throughout his body as Bel's saliva crawled into his wounds and small gashes he had created earlier with his teeth, stinging ever so slightly. His hands clenched and his fingernails now dug deeper into Belphegor's back, trying to suppress his body's urges and to conceal the sweet sounds in his throat.

"A-ahh~" The sound barely managed to escape the young kouhai's lips, followed by a gentle shiver that went up his spine as the other's tongue slid against his pale flesh. He was rendered helpless as he fell for every touch, every breath or beat of his heart. He could slowly feel himself drifting, being carried away. Eventually, he knew, he would have to give in. His body was already limp, as good as rubber, and his mind was starting to give in as well to Belphegor, a deep fog over taking him. He couldn't keep this up, not if he kep-

Suddenly, the bell rang, the chime signaling that lunch was now over and to start to head back to class.

Fran's eyes blinked at the sound, his body jumping in alarm in Belphegor's arms. His mind's thinking was starting to become clearer, the gears churning and puzzle pieces starting to come together as it re-booted. His arms that were clutching Belphegor's back unlatched, trying to push himself off from the other's chest. He tried desperately to shove him away, but to no avail at his weakened state.

"Let. Go," Fran demanded with a deep frown and a serious glare.

He picked up the dark red colored blanket he had dropped earlier and swiftly threw it in Belphegor's face to temporarily distract him. As Belphegor tried to grasp aimlessly for the cloth, Fran masterfully slipped out of his arms, standing up on his two feet. He brushed himself off, then bowing politely.

"Please excuse me. I really must go. My parents would be furious if I didn't attend class. Good bye," he said quickly, before turning on the edge of his heels and darting for the door as he shuffled down the stairs as quickly as he could.

The last that was seen was the Prince sitting outside, alone. He looked dumbfounded at the swift, sudden action. It all happened so fast. One minute he had the kouhai in his arms, reacting beautifully like a tune to each and every movement. He knew he was so close to breaking, and now he was the only one on the empty rooftop, standing as he stared after him. The only other thing that was with him was a crimson blanket in the palm of his hand, before the black door slammed behind Fran, and Belphegor was out of view.

After that trial of events Fran went to the nurse's office - there was no way he could face his classmates with gashes, bite marks, and hickeys down his neck. Luckily, he had a buttoned-up shirt, making it almost like a turtleneck to hide the markings from view, as well as his long green hair to shield it.

Fran simply told the nurse that he wasn't feeling well during lunch and asked if he could call home. She agreed, sympathetic for the boy, and Fran had called his butler to pick him up from school immediately because he felt slightly ill. 8 minutes later, the limo had pulled into the school. Fran had gathered his things and climbed in the car, then he was on his way home. The palm of his hand was resting on the side of his neck the entire way, wincing every so often when they hit a bump. His eyes were staring out the window, locked on the now empty rooftop with a disconnected gaze.

There was one thing he knew: He could not let his parents, or anyone else find out about what had actually happened to him today on the rooftop, and, second, that his middle school year was not going to be any easier with Belphegor around.


Present

The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the dark, green room. The young boy was in a deep slumber, turning over and shifting in his sleep as if he was having a small nightmare. Soft pants were escaping his lips, his feet tangled in the sheets as he tossed and turned. His hands clenched tightly to his chest, a stuffed frog plushie resting beside him next to his white pillow. His cheeks and body felt hot, like he was finding it hard to breath or in a sweater on a hot summer's day.

The room was silent, except for the sound of his sheets rustling as he thrashed around within his covers. It appeared he was the only one there, but then, a silhouette appeared next to Fran in the midst of the cape of darkness. What appeared to be a limb - an arm - extended towards the struggling boy and brushed against his hand. Immediately, Fran's breath hitched in his sleep and lay completely still, before his head finally relaxed on his pillow and he breathed softly, peacefully.

Then, the warm essence went away momentarily, before he felt it again, tickling across his cheek gently. Lovingly.

"Mm..." Fran said in his sleep, tilting his head into the figure that cupped his face without a second thought. And for a moment, a gentle smile appeared on the boy's angelic face and rosy cheeks in contentment. Something soft and moist grazed against his forehead for an instant, making a tingling, numb sensation wave down Fran's entire body. A soft exhale of air left Fran's parted lips.

But as quickly as it had all come, the contact broke completely from his body. The affection touching his lips disappeared, the heated touch that was against his cheek now cold, and his heart beating within his chest faltering in disappointment. A barely heard whimper held in the back of his throat, his face turning into a cute pout at the emptiness that engulfed him once again in the chilling darkness.

After a moment, Fran heard something creak and immediately jolted up. His pale green eyes fluttered open and looked around frantically. He searched his room for something, anything that seemed out of place or to see if someone was there. Had he just been imagining it? Was he dreaming the entire time?

But, just then, he saw something out of place in the corner of his eyes.

His eyes glanced down at the white carpet floor, and he blinked several times. It was barely noticeable, but were those the outline of footprints pressed onto the carpet?

Fran sat upright now, leaning down to inspect his usually clean, white carpet. But now it wasn't so clean anymore. Barely, you could see footprints next to his bed, leading all the way to the opened window. The thin, foam green curtains flowed in the breeze, the smell of the trees and grass and the sound of crickets chirping in the distance.

How? How was his window, right there, just wide open? His window was closed before, he never opened it for anything. If an intruder was just in his room, who in the world could it have been? How and why did they come in? And what was the purpose in it?

Beside the window was the wooden desk he kept, but his eyes widened at the sight. He bolted to his feet, and swiftly made his way across the room, squinting at a figure. A light, shaky breath left him, his foot automatically taking a small step back.

What was the meaning of this?

On the right side of the desk, lifelessly resting there, something seemed to stare back at him.

It was a hat.

It sat effortlessly on the rim, a dark green, large hat with googly, wide, glassy eyes. It was faced towards him, as if it was alive and watching Fran's every move closely, or it might jump up or attack him at any moment. It was a toad hat that stared at him. But, the question was, how did it get here? Didn't he leave it in the forest earlier that day?

They stood in silence for a moment, drilling holes in the other's hollow eyes and seeing their own reflection in the moonlight. Next to the frog, where his neat stack of white paper and small container full of unsharpened green pencils were, something else was out of place. There was a single, black ballpoint pen in the mix of the green, fuzzy pencils, as well as a note torn off the edge of a sheet of paper. His emerald gaze slowly slid down to a small, barely legible note that was tucked under the hat. A small frown appearing flatly on his lips.

What in the hell was this?

Shaky hands moved down to pick it up. He licked his bottom lip nervously.

What could it say? Why was it here? Was this some kind of joke?"

He picked up the slip of paper and moved it in front of his face to read it. Fran immediately dropped it, as if it had burned him. He was astonished at the words.

There, in the middle of the white sheet of paper in red ink, scrawled in perfect sursive said only two words that made Fran shiver.

"Strike One"

Fran swallowed hard, his eyes glancing back at the toad hat with a shudder. He then looked back towards the window longingly at whoever could have done this.

"Belphegor..." he muttered, his mind racing.

Belphegor was in his room. He was here, even with all the security around his house. Right next to his bed, he could feel that pair of hidden eyes intensely staring at him in his slumber. That means the touches were from him too; the grazing of the skin, the protectiveness of each and every stroke that brushed against him.

Fran suddenly felt dizzy.

His body started rocking back and forth. Fran tried to move his feet, his eyes looking around the room as the walls moved in and out like they were breathin, coming closer and then far away. His mind started to throb, his heartbeat quickening. The shadows were hurling towards him, trying to grab him and pull him down in the darkness as they formed horrifying shapes and creatures to devour him.

Fran placed a hand on his head to steady himself, the other on the side of his desk. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to get himself back into control. His breathing started to come heavy, his legs wobbling. What was going on? Anxiety?

Then, before he knew it, his knees unlocked, and his feet fell out from under him. He crashed to the floor, outstretched on his side and immediately falling into an unconscious state. . .


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To be continued. . .