A Royal Blackmail
Chapter Four
SLAM.
"VOOOI! BEL, YOU FREAKING BABY!" Squalo roared as he burst into Belphegor and Fran's room. Prince and frog awkwardly looked up, and Fran - having been caught with Bel about to take his shirt off, awkwardly buried himself under the bed sheets.
"What did I do?" Bel whined, folding his arms. "... And you got a haircut, too? Copy-shark."
"DON'T PLAY DUMB!" Squalo snarled, wrapping both hands around the prince's throat and shaking him violence. "DAMN BRAT!"
"Woah, now, woah," Fran cut in, tugging down his shirt and grabbing Squalo's wrists. When he'd made eye contact with Squalo, Fran said softly, "Bel didn't do anything, long haired commander. Okay?"
"Not this time!" Squalo snapped, and Fran groaned as he found himself cuffed over the head.
"I'LL STAB YOU UNTIL YOU DIE," Bel said seriously, wielding his knives, and Squalo turned to hit him next, when Xanxus grabbed his wrist from behind.
"Trying to place the blame on someone else will get you no where," he growled. "Stop beating up the weak trash and calm down. What the hell happened to the shark trash who told the gay trash that the Varia 'freaking love him?' Where the hell is he?!"
"Don't remember such a random and pointless memory," Squalo growled. "Listen, I didn't cut my own hair, Xanxus, I would never freaking-"
It was the boss's turn to be the mean guy hitting people. He hit Squalo because the swordsman 'deserved' it, then hit Bel and Fran for fun, and stormed out of the room. "Don't take me for a fool," he muttered. "Get your damn life in order, and enjoy sleeping alone tonight."
"WHAT?!" Squalo screamed, but Xanxus sent a glare his way, and the silverette shut up. As the Sky left, the swordsman turned on Bel and Fran, who immediately shielded each other.
"Shark trash has gone off the deep end! Literally!" Fran wailed.
"We're going to fall apart because our bosses don't love each other anymore!" Bel cried in a fail attempt to imitate Fran's monotone.
"Deja vu sucks like cheese!" the illusionist protested. "And this room will never be safe again!"
"We'll have to move!" Bel announced.
"To our villa - up, up, and away~!" Fran shouted, almost jumping into the prince's arms. Belphegor carried the illusionist out of the room bridal style, and Squalo groaned, reaching up to rub his forehead.
"Damn it, boss," he sighed. "Why won't you listen to me?"
That night...
"All right, things are going just as I'd like them to," Levi purred with a voice that made Byakuran shudder. "Boss will be mine..."
"Uh, hah, Levi?" the albino sighed, looking away. "Am I off the hook?"
"No," the other snapped. "Not until that damn Squalo has been torn away from Xanxus and heartbroken." As the thought crossed his mind, an evil grin crossed his lips, and Byakuran shifted slightly, allowing his flame-based wings to curl about his body and shield him from Levi's face.
"Well, fine," he sighed. "I'll keep up my work, but this alone is a huge blow to them. You just wait."
The Sky stalked out of the room, observing the wings that had grown back so well. As he walked through the halls, he felt along the feathers, grinning to himself. 'Shouichi, if only you knew that you were the source of my resolve,' he thought. He walked back into Lussuria's room, and smiled to see the two closest people to him discussing the nature of a romance novel. How delightfully typical. "Hey, guys," Byakuran greeted, unlighting his wings as he walked over to his bed. "Fufu~ Shouichi, where'd the pink pajamas come from?"
"What? This is my normal night wear, you know that," Shouchi protested, blushing. Byakuran giggled, and wrapped his arms around the redhead's shoulders, before pulling him down onto the bed beside him.
"Shouichi," he murmured into the younger's ear, making the mechanic tense. He then breathed just quiet enough, "I love you," and the other's eyes fluttered closed.
"Can we go to sleep now?" he murmured. Byakuran grinned, and gave a nod.
Even though it hurt that his love wasn't vocally returned.
Meanwhile, Xanxus was growing accustomed to the feel of a couch. He'd never spent a night on one before, so it was most definitely a fun, new experience. Well... maybe minus the fun.
'Why can't he even admit that he did it himself?' he wondered. 'I mean, I'd eventually forgive that stupid shark trash... but if he tries to lie to me, that's really saying something.' After all the crap that the boss had been through with Squalo, he'd thought that trust would be a given, but apparently, he was wrong.
"Boss? Are you for real?" Fran asked, coming out into the living room with a blanket and a pillow.
"Is that for me?" Xanxus asked. Fran stifled a chuckle.
"Yeah, sorry, no. I came out because Bel-senpai's snoring again. He CLAIMS that princes don't snore. Well, I just got an hour of footage, and I'm ready to sleep, for a change."
"I thought you only moved to the couch when you were upset with the prince trash," Xanxus pointed out, a perplexed look on his face. Fran rolled his eyes.
"Oh, no, if I spent every happy night with that guy, I'd never get a wink of sleep," Fran said. "At least once a week, I need to resign myself to the bed due to his snoring. But I wait until he falls asleep, and I always substitute my body for a pillow. That way, he doesn't even know I'm out here."
"Huh...," Xanxus sighed, lying down on his back again. He watched as Fran sat down in a smaller couch not far off.
"Night, boss," the illusionist murmured.
"Good night, frog trash," the boss gruffly answered. He watched as Fran easily relaxed and fell asleep, frowning at a twinge of envy. It was amazing to him that Fran could fall asleep without Belphegor beside him, because as far as he'd known, the two had been unable to suffer a night apart for the past few years. And, in his own case, a night without the warm body that was Superbi Squalo just didn't feel right. He felt cold without the shark as his blanket.
'Damn, I'll show that trash. I don't freaking need him to be warm for a single night,' he thought. 'I'm perfectly fine like this.' Xanxus stood, and walked over to Fran, before grabbing the blanket off of the illusionist's body, and placing it over his own. 'Damn you...,' he thought as he began to doze.
'Damn you, Squalo... because I love you too much.'
In Xanxus's room, Squalo had his body wrapped around a pillow, his face buried into it as he tried to inhale Xanxus's faint, but still powerful scent. He was angry at both Xanxus and himself for the current situation, but above all, he despised whoever it was who cut his hair short. He was having his doubts about it being Belphegor, but it was never good to eliminate the prince from an accusation. After all, many a time had Xanxus determined that Bel had been a 'good prince trash' and not set any traps, only to find Lussuria in a net a couple hours later.
Squalo sighed, closing his eyes, and silently wishing that his boss had some sort of fluffy dream that would lead to him eventually getting drunk and crawling back into bed.
But that, in itself, was also a mere dream.
-End Chapter
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