Chapter edited 15th May 2016.

Bel didn't mind camping out under the stars – not while he was with Squalo. Usually he would have found a motel to sleep in, but the older male's lap made such a comfortable pillow, it was hard to complain. Even with the years that had passed by since Squalo had attacked him, he sometimes still found it hard to be around the other. Even so, he had still made a lot of progress in his recovery, going as far as to follow the long-haired man all the way to Japan.

They were there with Squalo's student from the Vongola, the Rain Guardian Bel knew as Yamamoto. The teenager was asleep, exhausted from such a long day of training, leaving Bel and Squalo to have a moment. The older male's fingers played with blond hair as he stared at the young man in his lap. Bel didn't seem to be very far from sleep as well, and the long-haired man couldn't help but smile; Bel could be so cute when he wanted to be.

"Hey, Squ-Squ?" Bel pushed himself into a sitting position as he smiled at the other. "Squ-Squ, I… I decided an answer to your question from last month."

Squalo raised a silver eyebrow at these words, knowing exactly what question the younger was referring to. "What's your answer?"

Bel nodded. "Yes. Yeah, the prince will be your boyfriend."

Squalo smirked as he leant forward and placed his lips on the smaller male's. He was happy to have gotten this answer; the past few months he had realised that, with things repairing between them, he loved the blond, something he always had done but never realised.

Bel was only too happy to press back into the kiss but, as hands trailed down to his hips, he pulled away with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"I don't want to have sex yet," Bel admitted, hoping Squalo wouldn't mind; he was still very uneasy with sex, and he wasn't yet ready to have it.

"Yeah, that's okay," the long-haired man said. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Bel smiled and kissed his new boyfriend. Squalo was eager to return it, just glad that Bel had found the strength to recover from the trauma and forgive him for everything.

Yamamoto, who had been woken by their soft voices, cracked an eye open. He was surprised to find the two men on the other side of the campfire with their lips locked together, but part of him felt happy about it; Bel was much happier now than he had been at that meeting with the Vongola all those years ago.

Squalo must mean a lot to Bel for things to have come this far between them, considering the circumstances.

And then, almost as if to prove the Vongola Rain's point, Squalo whispered, "I love you, Bel."

Bel buried his face in the older male's chest, his arms wrapping around Squalo in a hug. "I love you, too, Squ-Squ."

Yamamoto didn't mind that they kept him up for a while longer with their kisses and gentle touches together; all that mattered was the scars that once marred Bel's pale wrists had long faded, and his frightened, untrusting disposition had disappeared, replaced once again by his happy-go-lucky, insane personality.

Bel was getting better, and that was worth the price of Yamamoto missing out on his sleep.