"What are you making for dinner?" Fran stepped into the kitchen to stand behind Mukuro, standing on his tiptoes to see over the taller man's shoulder.
Mukuro gently pushed his charge away before turning his attention back to the pot on the stove. "Ramen, little one. Have some patience."
"Yeah, but you're cooking slower than an old granny driving on a highway." Fran moved to the dining table tucked away in a corner. "I'm really hungry."
"Well, you should have eaten your lunch," Mukuro scolded. "That's what I made it for."
Fran just shrugged, instead sprawling out on the hardwood. It was silent between them for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.
I wonder how the interview went today? Fran sighed before he started scratching at a chip in the dining table. He was really sexy. Shame Mukuro kicked me out, though - bet I could have made him even angrier with me. Maybe if I got lucky, I could have got him to angry-fuck me.
Fran's teal eyes looked up as Mukuro placed a bowl before him. He thanked the older man before he sat upright, pulling the bowl closer to him. "You never told me how the interview went, Master."
"Didn't I?" the blue-haired male laughed. "Kufufu~ It went fine. Why are you asking?"
"He was cute," the younger boy said nonchalantly. "You didn't happen to get his number, did you?"
"Now why would I ask for such a thing?" Heterochromatic eyes shone with amusement. "The last time I checked, I'm not attracted to blonds with bad tempers."
Before Fran could retort to this, Mukuro continued talking.
"Why don't you get his number?" The stronger male suggested, a hint of teasing in his voice. "You should really start going out and trying to get a boyfriend yourself instead of waiting for one to come to you."
Fran sighed at these words, hating to have this conversation with his father-figure. "Master, I've told you before; I don't like going out and socialising with people."
"If you want a boyfriend, it's something you're going to have to get used to." Rokudo's voice was gentle, knowing this topic was sensitive for Fran; the boy had never had a lover before, his social awkwardness preventing him from finding someone who liked him for him. "No one approaches you because you seem far too distant and withdrawn, little one. Work on it."
Fran sighed. "Fine. I'll try not to piss the blond off again if it will get you off my back, Pineapple-Master..."
"Fran..." Mukuro warned, hating the boy's cheek towards him. When the younger just shrugged, he sighed; sometimes it was difficult looking after Fran.
Changing the subject, Mukuro said, "I heard he lives not far from us, actually."
Fran perked up at these words, his teal eyes shining with just a hint of excitement. "Really?"
Mukuro nodded. "Lives down in that mansion with his brother."
"Can I go see him?" Fran's face was emotionless as ever, but Mukuro knew the boy well enough to know the excited undertone only just audible in his voice.
"Tomorrow, little one. It's time for dinner. Eat your ramen before it goes cold."
With a sigh, Fran did as he was told, his thoughts focused solely on the blond he had met earlier that day. I hope he's going to be home tomorrow... Maybe I should get there bright and early before Mukuro wakes up and realises I took his car again...
~~Aforementioned mansion~~
Bel let out a grunt as his climax spilt over his hand, his grip on his now-softening shaft loosening. He sighed as he wiped his hand clean on his jeans before he tucked himself back in, standing up to wash his hands in the adjoining bathroom. He had just finished writing one of the sex scenes for his newest novel, and he couldn't help but become aroused by his own writing - something that happened nearly every time he wrote one.
The blond was satisfied with what he had achieved for the night - both with his job and his hand - and decided sleep was sounding good.
I wonder what that little shit from today is doing. Bel growled to himself as he left the bathroom, not sure why he had even thought of such a stupid little shit. No. I don't need to think about him - he pissed me off, and the next time I see him I'll stab him.
Bel stopped entertaining the thought of the teal-haired boy from earlier, deciding that changing into his warm pyjamas was more important. He kicked off his jeans and chucked his shirt onto the ground, blending in with the mess that covered the blood-red carpet.
Fuck, I'm tired... Bel yawned as he slipped into his plain blue pyjamas, running a hand through his shaggy blond hair. Jerking off takes too much energy these days...
Bel moved towards the bedroom door, clicking the light off. He sauntered over to his king-size bed, throwing himself on top of the comforter. He relaxed as he slipped himself beneath the red silk comforter, closing his eyes as he slipped into a peaceful sleep.
~~Later that night~~
"B-bel...!"
Bel smirked as he thrust harder and harder into his green-haired lover, the tiny body beneath him wrapped tightly around him. "You little slut. You like my cock in your ass, don't you?"
"Bel...!" the man's lover continued to whine, his hips rocking back and forth to meet Bel's thrusts. "H-harder...!"
"Yeah, you're definitely a slut." Bel leant down, biting at the boy's throat hard enough to draw blood. He lapped the red liquid up like a kitten with a bowl of milk, his hips moving in lazy circles. "Fuck you so hard..."
The boy's hand moved between their bodies, reaching down to stroke himself in time with Bel's movements. His walls were clenching hard against the blond's shaft, and with a loud cry...
"B-bel!"
"F-fuck...!" Bel whimpered as his eyes shot open, feeling the unmistakable sensation that could only mean one thing - he had had a wet dream, and about that little fuck from the TV station.
"Why the fuck would I dream about that?" Bel sighed as he pulled his soiled sleeping pants from his body, chucking them on the ground. "It's not like the shithead's attractive, or anything like that - he's fucking annoying and offensive. I've have more fun stabbing him than I would fucking him."
So why does my body disagree with my thoughts?
Bel growled as he threw his pillow to the ground, frustrated that his body thought it was a good idea to have a wet dream about a fucking bastard of a teen.
"Fucking traitor!" Bel growled, pointing at his lap as if everything was its fault. "I may be bisexual, but I don't like that piece of shit - especially not after what he said about me being a stripper. Stupid body..."
Getting out of the bed Bel had happily been sleeping in previously, he made his way to the bathroom, wanting to wash off the filth he felt clung to his body because of that... that... that frog.
"Yeah, a fucking frog." Bel sneered as he threw his pyjama top into the corner of the bathroom. "That green hair... He looks like a fucking frog. Bet he's as slimy as one, too..."
With that in mind, Bel stepped into the shower, his tired mind trying to conjure up as many insults as he could about the boy - but he would never admit to anyone that he knew he wasn't as creative as that little shit...
