A/N: Ahhh, I'm not too happy with the way I wrote this... Please bear with me just a little longer!

Belphegor, being the impeccably talented assassin he was, could practically feel it when someone had their eyes on him. Hell, screw feelings, the boy knew.

This was how, without needing to turn head, he realised yesterday's opponet was staring at him. Yet again. He usually didn't mind commoners admiring him, he was, after all, a prince. But this was getting irritating. In fact, it took all of his willpower not to turn around and ask the bomber just exactly what his problem was. No, he was too cool for that. Instead, he fixed all attention back onto Squalo and Yamamoto's fight.

Meanwhile, said bomber shifted nervously in his place.

Dear Lord, why was this so hard? Why was it SO DAMN HARD to just forget about the way Belphegor's body had felt agaist his? Feeling frustrated (sexually, more than anything) Gokudera sighed and shook his head lighly. Reluctantly, he began sifting through his memories once again. The boy licked his lips, remembering how, as soon as he'd come into contact with the blonde, it was as if his own body had caught on fire. He remembered how he'd felt underneath Belphegor's weight. How it was like being enveloped in an infinite warmth. How it was the most incredible sensation he had ever experienced...

The silvernette swallowed hard, he had to feel that body again. No matter what. For... experimental reasons of course. Not because he liked Belphegor or anything... *cough*

For now though, the bomber decided to settle on visually exploring the prince's svelte figure. Starting off his gaze at Bel's throat, Gokudera noticed how the tender white skin of the older boy's neck pulsed ever-so-slightly with every breath. He wondered how that pulse would feel under his fingertips. And possibly under his leips... Before getting too carried away, the silvernette shifted his attention towards the prince's broad shoulders, where he noticed toned arms hanging off lazily, but still managing to look weightless. A tactic that very few would be able to pull off. It was something that interested the bomber to quite some extent... Once again, Gokudera's eyes drifted away from the blonde's shoulders and decided to cautiously follow the line of Belphegor's spine, focusing on the way the blonde's back curved deliciously under his thick Varia jacket, and those curves... Gokudera finally gave into temptation. He lowered his vehement gaze towards the prince's rump and long legs, eyes dwelling on that area longer. And longer. And longer. The silver haired male was completely infatuated- he loved the way Bel's pants tightened at the thighs, hugged his ass, licked at his sides and bunched up ever so slightly around that area...

The boy's peridot eyes glistened and he licked his lips, moments later, he felt the blood rush to his pants and fiery heat lick at his nether regions. Noticing a strange throbbing sensation between his legs and that his jeans had tightened slightly, Gokudera tore his gaze away from the fallen prince. At that exact moment, Belphegor relaxed. He had never been so... analysed in his entire life. Did that bastard just mentally undress him? Sure he was used to being stared at- he was just one of those people that drew a lot of attention- however this kind of attention, he was not used to. Something had to be done.

When the fight was finally over, Belphegor waited for the rest of the Varia to leave.

"Bel, what are you doing?" Mammon queried in his childish voice.
"Hnn?" Bel turned his head absentmindedly and then grinned. "Taking care of some business."

Mammon immediately understood and left without further question.

"Ne kimi~"

Gokudera turned, his eyes widened. Without being entirely sure if he was the one being addressed, the silver haired boy spoke.

"WHAT?" He blurted out. Already, every other conversation ceased and all attention was on him and the prince.

"I need to speak to you. Wait there."

I promise it'll get more interesting!