Hibiya wasn't one to do such things, but still he found himself laying in the arms of this commoner. Maybe it was just the man's smile, or his playboy attitude. There was just something that kept him here.

He didn't like it. He felt like he was trapped. It was as if there was some leash, keeping him stuck with the host. The man had one of the most pathetic jobs out there! How in the world had he come to earn Hibiya's royal self?

Of course, he hadn't.

Hibiya looked up at the man whose focus was on the television and frowned, watching him. "Delic-san."

"Shh, I think the monster is in the other room." The woman screamed as the monster on the television attacked her. Delic burst out laughing, "Oh~ that idiot."

"HEY!" Hibiya was suck of watching these lousy films. The man was like Psyche! He was sick of watching these stupid movies. How were they the least bit interesting? He would never know.

"What? What do you want?" Delic looked down and frowned.

"I'm bored. Entertain me."

"We just finished doing that, I'm pooped. Just watch this with me."

"This movie is pathetic and badly made. I demand better."

"Better?" Delic frowned, "like what?"

"A classic movie."

"Ugh, you sound like my brother Tsugaru." Delic moaned before grabbing a bag of chips from the end table.

"Clearly he has better taste…" Hibiya stood up and huffed, unamused. "I'm leaving."

"Huh?" The man frowned, "where are you going? We haven't even got to the best part!"

"This movie is lousily made, the monster is clearly made of rubber. As for the plot, the old woman clearly is the cause for the trouble. Most, if not all the characters will die in this."

"Well that got rid of the fun of the movie." Delic sighed.

"Goodbye." Hibiya walked out of the apartment and listened to the man follow after him.

"Hibiya!"

He walked down the hallway and pressed the button for the elevator.

"Hibiya! Wait!" The host followed after him, grabbing his hand just as the doors opened, "What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving. We had our night. It was average. You and I both understood it was just for a night."

"What happened to the whole knight and-"

Hibiya looked at him impatiently, "I am still half-hungover. Whatever I said last night was most likely that poison's fault. Now if you'll excuse me-"

"Wait a fucking minute." Delic pulled the man back and the elevator doors opened up again, "Are you telling me that you believe that last night was all about just getting laid?"

"It wasn't about love," Hibiya yanked his hand away, stepping into the elevator and smirking a bit, "Besides, I heard you and Psyche talking. It was fun, peasant, but royalty never stays in the mudhouses." The doors shut and Delic punched the wall, glaring at where the prince had been standing.

What a pathetic bastard!

Here he had let the man stay with him, sleep with him, and for what? The man waves, smiles, and walks out the door, laughing. Pathetic insect. Annoying prick.

Why did he want to nail him into the floor and fuck him senseless?

God, but there was something wrong with him.

He was turning masochistic.

~.~

The pick headphoned brunet bounced into the apartment he shared with his brothers and frowned at the others. "Where's Hibi-chan?"

Izaya looked up and paused for a split second before frowning, "Hibiya is busy having Sakuraya polish his crown. What's going on?"

"You remember my friend at the club, right? Deli-chan?"

Izaya put up his best clueless look, "the Shizu-copy, yes."

"He's been really down ever since him and Hibi-chan were together. I think he might really like him."

"Must be your imagination." Izaya typed faster.

"No! He's been spending a lot of time with women and men at work, but every night he just comes in and is more and more angry. He's even started to smoke Tsu-chan's pipe!"

"Oh no!" Izaya feigned horror, "Not Tsu-chan's pipe!"

"I know!" Psyche mirrored the horror. "What are we going to do! Tsu-chan is worried about him and I can't have my best friend killing himself!"

"I can talk to Shizu-chan and see if he'll help…"

"Yay! Thank you Iza-nii- wait…" Psyche paused, "…doesn't Shizu-chan hate you?"

"Yes~"

"So why would he help you?"

"He wouldn't."

Psyche frowned even more, "but… why would you suggest it then?"

"Because I wanted to get you to stop leaning over my desk~"

"You both are annoying."

The duo looked over and Izaya grinned, "Namie-chan! You know that Psy-chan and I are just messing around! We aren't going to cause any trouble!"

"Liar." The woman resumed her work in the corner, but not before giving the pink-loving brunet a glare, "Tsugaru can't love you, you know. He just likes your face."

Izaya laughed hard as Psyche pouted, "W-what?"

"Oh my god, that was great! He just likes your face. Who doesn't? Besides, Namie-chan~ Isn't your dear brother the same way with a certain dead head?"

The woman shot daggers at the informant before continuing her work.

"So Psyche-chan," Izaya drawled, "what do you propose we do?"

"We should get Deli-chan and Hibi-chan together again!"

Izaya grinned softly, "and how would we do this?"

"Get them drunk!"

Shaking his head, the brunet informant turned and began typing onto his computer again, bored. "Won't work, Hibiya is watching his health like he's obsessive compulsive."

"We'll get Deli-chan drunk then! He gets funky when drunk."

"Oh yeah? And what do we do when Hibiya slams the door in his face."

Psyche smiled, "Deli-chan is a mean drunk. He would probably bust down the door."

"But…" Izaya paused as he assessed this new intel. "…Psy-chan? How do you know this?"

"Because this is how I got Tsu-chan to let me top the other da-" The headphone wielding boy covered his mouth as Izaya laughed.

"All the Heiwajimas are weak against alcohol?"

"Tsu-chan said Kasu-chan wasn't…" Psyche mumbled, his face a deep scarlet.

"Ahahahahaha~ Brilliant. Utterly brilliant. So cliché, but then again, why not? Monsters are so unpredictable!"

"I love my Tsu-chan…" Psyche mumbled unhappily before widening his eyes and covering his mouth in horror. Namie looked up from her desk in absolute shock as Izaya stared at him in horror.

"…w-what was that Psyche-chan?"

"N-n-nothing I-iza-nii."

"No, no. Please repeat what you said."

"I said nothing."

"You said you loved that monster."

Psyche clenched his fists and pouted, "it's just Tsu-chan is so nice to me and I really like him and I think I might possibly love him and the other day when I admitted it to him he was so nice about it and told me he loved me back and I mean it's just-"

"Psyche!" Izaya stared at him in terror, "Stop. STOP! STOP!"

"What?"

"How did this happen? I thought you were playing with him! Teasing! Nothing more!"

"I couldn't help it…" Psyche pouted.

"Homosexual Oriharas…" Namie grinned before Izaya threw a glare at her.

"Namie, take the afternoon off."

"I expect to be paid, Orihar-"

"OUT!" Izaya glared at her as she smirked, grabbing her purse and coat before leaving. He looked at his brother and shook his head, "how… Psy-chan. What were you thinking?"

"I love him." Psyche shuffled on his feet.

"This is crazy, and you want to hook up Hibiya with another Heiwajima?"

"Deli-chan loves him."

Izaya glared at his water warily, "what the hell did Karisawa put in my drink this week…"

"I promise she didn't do anything! I just love Tsu-chan and Deli-chan loves Hibi-chan."

"Psyche, if you love me, you won't keep talking." Izaya sat back down and stared at his chessboard, moving pieces around in quiet thought before standing up. "Psyche…"

The man didn't dare breathe.

"Psy-chan… where's my black king piece?"

"Umm…" The white suited brunet took another few steps back as his gaze remained focused on a spot near the front door. Following his gaze, Izaya felt himself smirk more as he found the ex-bartender spinning a small chess piece in his hand.

"Tsugaru is waiting downstairs for you, Psyche-san."

"Thanks Shizu-chan!" The man took off out the door and Shizuo turned his attention to the informant before him. Izaya smiled and leaned back in his seat.

"Strange isn't it? Seeing your face and body, going after your worst enemy's face and body for the exact opposite feeling you have for the other." Izaya pulled out his switchblade and a small whetting stone before continuing, "I have no interest in a romance with you, and yet here we must watch as our twins come into contact with one another and fall for each other like rabbits." Crimson eyes narrowed as the blade sharpened against the cool black stone.

"You piss me off…"

A small chuckle escaped into the room, "I have a feeling there's a but to that sentence."

~.~

A/N: I will work on this fic! –determined face- Review, my humans, review!