A Royal Blackmail

Chapter Ten

*Warning: Fluff chapter, hotness.

The next day, on the other side of the planet... (8:00 AM)

*cough cough*

Hibari glanced back at the bed where Mukuro seemed to be trying to hack up a lung, and sighed. "All right, pineapple, I can see that you're just begging for attention over there. Need something?"

"A glass of water wouldn't hurt," Mukuro said with a smile. The former prefect gave a small groan, before saying he'd be right back, and leaving the room.

"Wow, Hibari-san, you aren't usually up so early," Tsunayoshi noted as he walked into the kitchen.

"Mukuro is getting all weak on me because of a stupid fever," Hibari growled, taking a glass from a cabinet and heading to the sink.

"A fever, hm? You should do something nice for him!" Yamamoto announced.

"I am. I'm bothering to get him some water so that he doesn't bawl his eyes out about me neglecting him," the Cloud answered with a roll of his eyes, turning on the water.

"Hahaha, no, I mean, you should be extra nice, and make him comfortable, you know?" the Rain suggested. "It would really make him feel loved, and your relationship would probably improve."

Hibari turned off the sink, and glanced over his shoulder. "Improve, huh?" he considered, trying to calculate the increase of time spent in their room.

"Yeah, like, you'd have more embraces and nice words, you know. It would be more comfortable to be around him," Yamamoto added.

"Yamamoto, don't get involved...," Tsunayoshi said in a hushed voice. It was too late for that. Hibari swept down into a seat, and leaned in slightly.

"How would things be... at night?" he questioned, his sharp, steely eyes glinting.

"Oh, yeah, definitely a lot more action at night," Yamamoto answered.

"Don't be stupid, baseball idiot, being all touchy-feelly won't help anything when it comes down to the bedroom," Gokudera cut in. "That requires seduction." Yamamoto laughed.

"Haha, yeah, I s'pose!" he said. "But what could Hibari do?"

"Easy," Gokudera said with a wave of his hand. "Hibari has his natural dominating aura, and that's probably enough to make that stupid illusionist melt. All he needs to do is get a bunch of innuendo in there and that pineapple will be putty in his hands."

"Knock it off, you two," Tsunayoshi interrupted. "Just let Hibari get Mukuro his water and be on his way, there's no need to get all into their rela-"

"Silence, herbivore," Hibari snapped, before looking back at Yamamoto and Gokudera. "Tell me more."

Sighing, Mukuro gazed at the digital clock on the nightstand. It had been nearly an hour now - what was taking Hibari so long? Suddenly, the door began to creak open, and Hibari stepped in, making Mukuro gape slightly.

"Kyouya...," he breathed, a white tint decorating his cheeks as he raked his eyes over the body. Hibari was wearing a black tank top, and black shorts that stopped just above his knees, displaying much of his pale skin and toned body. "What are you wearing?"

"I just thought it was kind of hot out," the ravenette replied in a husky voice, stalking closer to the illusionist.

"Kyouya... what about... the water...?" Mukuro whispered as the former prefect crawled on to the bed.

"You don't need that. Drink me instead," Hibari said breathily, walking over to the illusionist and placing his hands on his shoulders. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Mukuro?"

"I... uh... I guess...," the Mist said, incredibly confused.

"You're so beautiful, you make me feel as if I'm drowning in it," Hibari said, before leaning in and placing a fleeting kiss on the other's lips. "Anything you want, my gorgeous lover?"

"Uh... that water would be nice...," Mukuro mumbled. Hibari frowned, and gave the illusionist a light cuff, eliciting a gasp. "Ow- why?!" the illusionist protested.

"I was trying to seduce you," the former prefect muttered, standing up, clearly irked. "Those stupid herbivores must not have known what they were talking about."

"Herbivores...?" Mukuro repeated, before grinning widely. "Ah. Kyouya! You were trying to impress me! How adorable, you never do things like this! Kufufufu...!" Hibari blushed, before flashing out a tonfa across the illusionist's jaw.

"That is the last time I take advice from anyone other than myself," he groaned, before standing up and leaving. The door slammed after him, and Mukuro frowned.

"Well, I suppose I had that coming," he sighed, sliding out of the bed. "First I pretend I'm sick, and then I tease him when he tries to do something sweet. I'll have to make that up to him later."

The next morning...

*cough cough*

"Kyouya? Are you okay?" Mukuro asked, looking back at the prefect who had buried his face in his arm.

"Yeah... ugh... I'm fine...," he muttered. "It's just a little cold, it'll pass."

Mukuro smiled, and left the room for a moment, returning in a few minutes with a glass of water. He placed the glass on the nightstand, and the former prefect glared at him. "Something wrong?" the illusionist questioned.

"Go eat pineapple, you ass."

Meanwhile...

Belphegor slumped against the back of the carseat, groaning. "Froggy? Are we there yet? Can you take off the blindfold? Can I have something to eat? C'mon, say something..."

The illusionist spared his prince a glance and a smile. He'd never 'kidnapped' the Storm before, but he was certain that the prince didn't mind, as the recent sink in morale meant that things had been rather dull. Fran had decided to be the one to give Bel something exciting.

"You know, Bel, you always did say you wanted me to keep secrets and be spontaneous," the illusionist said.

"I said that once... last year... and then I said to never keep secrets from the prince," Bel muttered, pouting. "Silly un-cute kouhai."

"Don't get your tiara in a knot, now," Fran teased. Put in place, the prince sat back, huffing out an annoyed sigh. It wasn't much longer until Fran stopped in the lot for a park. He left the car, and moved to the backseat, where he released Belphegor from the blindfold. "We're here," he announced.

"Tch. All this for a walk in the park? I'm not that bad, Froggy," Bel complained as he stepped out of the car. "You must think I'd run away from a little romantic exercise."

"I won't deny that," Fran replied. Belphegor closed the car door, and followed as the illusionist started along the sidewalk, his feminine form as enticing as ever.

"Ushishishishi~ The prince wonders if there are any ice cream stands around~...," Bel hummed.

"No thanks, senpai," Fran sighed. "The last time we had it in public, you hit the cone it out of my hand and got ice cream all over me. I'd rather not go through that again."

"Aww..," Bel whined, before perking up as he saw something in the distance. "Ooh, a vending machine!" He ran over to the machine, and took out a euro, and Fran sighed, leaning against a tree to watch. As one might expect, the machine didn't accept the prince's money, and Bel soon grew frustrated. He made a cactus out of the machine, before returning to Fran, a grumpy look on his face.

"It just ate my euro," he stated.

"They'll do that to you," Fran answered, before taking the prince's hand and starting to walk again. Bel grinned, and gently squeezed the small hand in his own, still smiling. "Hey, senpai, I don't like commoners seeing your eyes. I'm going to cast an illusion of your bangs, 'kay?"

"Ushishishi, sure thing, silly Froggy." As Fran did so, the prince's hand let go of the illusionist's, and instead wrapped around the small shoulders. "Shishishi, so cute," Bel mused with a grin. "I'm so glad I married you."

"And I'm glad I decided against running away screaming from you, Bel-senpai," the Mist agreed.

"Shishi, eternally difficult uke," the blond snickered. "Hey, have you seen Monta lately?"

"No, I haven't...," Fran murmured. "But can you not talk about him when it's supposed to be a 'just us' moment?"

"I'm worried, Froggy. What if he's being consumed by greed again?" the prince questioned.

"Dude, he's probably just freaked out from the tension, like we were. Stop talking about him," Fran sighed.

"But what if-"

"The author has a tendancy to forget Mammon; we've established that," the illusionist snapped eventually. Belphegor looked at him as if he'd suddenly started speaking Russian, before Fran blinked, and said, "What I meant to say was... I got your tiara!" He snatched the silver accessory off of Bel's head and began running, and it wasn't long before Belphegor started after him.

"Not cool, Froggy!" the prince complained. "We all know the crown makes the prince - don't be mean now!"

"Oh, this isn't mean," Fran said, before leaping on to a tree branch. He made his way up, then placed the silver accessory at the top of the tree, before sliding back down and saying in the traditional monotone. "That was mean."

Belphegor stared at the tree as if it was some sort of ginormous mountain, before cracking his knuckles and taking out a knife. He walked over to the tree, and began to cut into the side of it, a serious look on his face. Fran observed, amused, before looking at the crown in his hand.

Damn, it was good to be an illusionist.

Only once Belphegor had made a decimeter-thick cut in the wood did Fran interrupt him, waving his so-called crown in front of his face. "Wha- Froggy!" Bel whined. "You know I hate the teasing!"

"This isn't teasing, senpai," Fran said. "This is harassment. What are you going to do about it?"

The prince thought for a while, before wiping the knife on his sleeve to clear it of sawdust, before stabbing it into Fran's shoulder. "The prince has put you in place, difficult uke. What are you going to do about it?"

Fran sighed. "I guess I have no choice." He started to create an illusion of Mukuro, but the moment Belphegor knew what Fran was doing, he stabbed the illusionist once more and hugged Fran close.

"None of that," he said in his rare serious voice. "You're my Froggy."

"Senpai... people are staring," Fran mumbled, starting to look annoyed.

"Good. They should know that you're mine," Belphegor breathed.

"No, really, Bel, back off... talk about awkward," Fran said, squirming in the embrace. Belphegor stepped back, but then, to Fran's utmost shock, stood up on a bench, and took a deep breath.

"I, Prince Belphegor, hereby declare my everlasting love for my dear Fran!" he shouted, making everyone in the park stare at him in surprise.

A horrified Fran bit his lip, then, worried that there was a faint chance of the prince getting embarassed, he stood up on the bench beside the prince, and took the blond's hand, before raising his monotone voice to something that resembled a shout, as well. "And I, the totally awesome and cool Fran, return this maniac's declaration of love, even though I've never been more humiliated in my entire life!"

"That's my Froggy!" Belphegor shouted.

"Great, let's leave now," Fran deadpanned, getting off of the bench and making his way over to the car. Belphegor placed a hand on Fran's shoulder, however, and turned the Mist towards him, before giving him a tender kiss on the lips. The illusionist hesitantly returned it, but when Belphegor tried to deepen the kiss, he broke away and started running to the car. "You idiotic prince, you're going to get us arrested!" he announced, before getting into the car and slamming the door. Belphegor made an ungraceful leap in through the back window, shattering glass and making Fran honk the horn on the wheel with his forehead. As Bel grinned and sat upright, the illusionist pulled out and started back towards the Varia base.

"That was epic," Belphegor commented. Fran rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, senpai, I'll never be able to call myself a man again," he sighed. The prince giggled.

"Well, you've always been a frog to me~."

-End Chapter

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