Yeah I was listening to my ipod and a song came on. A really kinky song. That song is the father of this chapter. El. Oh. El. Kudos to the first person who tells me what song it is.

Anywho...Yeah for the avatar crossover thing I dont know what the hell I was thinking. I probably wont finish it mainly because I dont know what Belials fighting style actually is. In my head...she reminds me Nozaru. I have to work on that but anyways! Read on!

WARNING:Sexual content. Prepare your noses.

CODE B.I.T.R.B.L.H.L.

Belial
Is
The
Reason
Bel
Lost
His
License

I know for a fact that Belphegor, the genius he is, cant drive. Correction, Bel cant drive while being tormented...and partially raped. How do I know this? Because I did it...and I also got his license permanently suspended! Karma had to be a bitch and take away my baby though. Not a literal baby good god can you imagine me for a mother? That would be terrifying...I meant my Maserati. Not just any old Maserati either. A Maserati birdcage. All black. My baby was beautiful and you know that bitch was fast too!

Anyways we're getting off track here. It all started when we ran out of liquor. In a house with Xanxus this normally means death. And since Bel and I were the ones that drank it along with our Sharkie companion we had to replace it. Out of our own pockets. If that weren't bad enough Belphegor isn't old enough to buy it. But he had more money then me so of course I let him come along. Hell I let him drive my fucking Maserati! Did I know he would crash? No but I should have. Anyway! Since the Varia castle is in the middle of the boonies it took about an hour to get to town, not to mention the liquor store.

When everything was paid for there were 3 extra bottles. I felt nice enough to buy the prince his own bottle, with his own credit card. It's what he gets for not carrying cash in his damn wallet like most normal people would. But then again no one in the Varia is normal. I cracked open a bottle of grey goose, 'my' bottle of grey goose and started sipping on my sizzurp for the ride home. Suffice it to say the bottle was gone before we even got out of the town. Yes I was heavily intoxicated. As was Bel.

Leaning over to lay my head on Bel's shoulder (that car wasn't that big on the inside) I suddenly noticed his earlobe. Not a part of Bel one sees very often with all that damn hair. So of course I followed the urge to nibble at it. He almost swerved off the road and I giggled in his ear softly, teasing it with my teeth every now and then. His breathing picked up incredibly and his knuckles were beyond white gripping the wheel so hard.

My hand slid over his knee and by the time I got to the middle of his thigh he pushed on the gas. Involuntary but just oh so entertaining. When I squeezed the engine would give a small roar. Flicking my tongue against his neck I grinned biting down on the pale flesh as my hand found the growing erection in his pants. I'm still not entirely sure how I got the belt off with one hand but I managed it somehow. It was so much fun being able to control just how fast we went with the slightest little squeeze.

Bel managed to keep from crashing by gripping the wheel with both hands as if his life depended on it. I thought about using both of my hands...and I did too. One to stroke the sensitive spot on his side and the other? Hmmm let's just say I passed my oral exam. With flying colors. I don't think anyone every taught him the wonders of vibration. Not the battery powered kind either I mean the natural rumble of the throat. Apparently it felt good. When he exploded in my mouth he stomped on the gas like a newbie and drove right into a building. Not just any building. Right into the police station. I'm pretty sure that was in the opposite direction of the castle. And I can now say he eats too many sweets. That was a bitch to swallow.

An interesting bail call to say the least. Squalo whose voice apparently didn't affect his own hangover was screaming so loud I didn't even have to hold the damn thing! Instead of being yelled at like a child I hung up on him and threatened the police with the knowledge that we were Varia. It came out a bit more slurred then I liked but had the desired effect. Bel and I were released and once outside I got a look at what was supposed to be my car. I could have cried. But Bel attacked me pinning me to what used to be the outside wall of the police station.

It should come as no surprise that we fucked. Right outside the station. In the police station(with an audience) and in a police cruiser. A rather nice one, midnight blue, orgasm inducing engine. The works. It took us two hours to get more alcohol (for Xanxan and us) and get our happy horny drunken asses back to the house. Everything after that was a blur. Judging from the pictures Fran has, I'd say it was fun. He even got one of Bel the day he was sent a letter by the DMV. Priceless. Yes my Maserati may be totaled beyond what I feel like paying for repairs but I've still got the Ducati so I'm good. Oh! I've also got my license. Ha!

For the record this isn't a belcentric series. I know it would make Belial seem like a whore but shes nuts enough to get away with it. Plus when she drinks she tends to get a little out of hand. 9 times out of 10 she wont remember anything she did while intoxicated.