Title: Of Sparrows and Princes
Author: sllebswap
Beta'd by: MelissaRose85
Characters/Pairing: Miura Haru and Belphegor
Type: OneShot Collection (InComplete)
Genre: Romance/General/Humor
Word Count: 2166
Rating: M (Contains content suitable for mature teens and older)
Disclaimer: Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira-san.
Summary: TYL ficlet. Various one-shots depicting the complicated relationship between Belphegor and Haru.
Chapter Last Revised on: 27/12/09
Chapter Eleven
"Are you afraid of me now?"
He asked amusedly one day as he sat up on the bed, allowing the sheets to pool around his lean hips as he tilted his head towards her and regarded her with his usual unreadable expression.
Haru clutched the other end of the bed sheet to her chest as she, too, struggled to sit up, her hair mused, her lips rosy and kiss swollen. A tint of rose smudged her cheeks, the afterglow of sexual intercourse evident on her pretty features and bright eyes.
She glared at Belphegor, thoroughly unamused.
"I'm not afraid of you," she iterated strongly, and at the same time, started to look around the floor irritably, trying to find her clothes. This was not the first time something like that had happened and Haru never failed to get annoyed right after—she had been about to solve a complex algorithm before he came and disrupted her thought process. She wasn't even quite sure how they had made it into her bedroom from the dungeon vaults without being seen by anyone, but decided to leave that thought alone for now.
"Oh? Were we playing a game without my knowledge, then?" he enquired mildly, interest in his tone. "Hide and seek for foreplay, upon which I get to fuck the hell out of you when I find you?"
She colored at his vulgar tone, and at the same time, finally spotted her panties. The baby blue scrap of cotton was hanging from the bedpost on Bel's side, almost as if taunting her. She returned her attention to the blonde in question and scowled.
"Stop it," she retorted unhappily. "You know that I was avoiding you, so stop feigning ignorance already. It's not as if I actually managed to stop you from getting what you wanted," she mumbled.
He grinned indulgently. "It will take more than your feeble attempts to stop me from getting to you," he commented with smug arrogance, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Haru burst out with frustration. "You didn't like me from the very beginning, remember? If this is your way of making me miserable-"
"If I truly wanted to make you miserable, my sparrow, fucking you wouldn't be it." His tone was rich with lazy amusement once more. "You certainly weren't miserable when I was between your thighs, were you?"
She turned bright red this time, but gritted her teeth and refused to dignify his words with a response. He didn't need it anyway, well aware that he had made his point.
"You are just my newest plaything; it's nothing personal," he stated evenly. She gaped at him. Then, she started to grow angry again, hurt by his callous statement despite the fact that she wanted nothing from him in the first place. Her expressive eyes darkened, but surprisingly enough, the normally forthright female did not confront the idiotically insensitive man outright this time around.
Instead, she silently jerked the bed sheet from him and wrapped it around her lithe torso before stumbling out of bed wordlessly and hurrying into the bathroom, locking the door shut behind her with a quiet click.
Belphegor watched her go with an indifferent expression. It was evident that she wasn't happy with him at the moment, but he wasn't worried. She would get used to the idea soon enough. It wouldn't be hard to convince her, at any rate.
She was his property now; hell if he would let her go until he's good and ready.
Belphegor had half expected Haru to try to deny him in a fit of anger, but surprisingly enough, she didn't react the way he thought she would. Despite her earlier response, she made no attempts to resist him when he came to her again that night.
"Not going to fight me?" he asked curiously, voice tinted with amusement.
She stiffened and gritted her teeth, but otherwise refrained from trying to kick him off her bed. Her physical displays of violence towards him, feeble though they were, seemed to turn him on and never failed to end in sex, something she was trying avoid right now.
"Would you stop harassing me if I did?" she retorted unhappily in response.
He thought about it for a little while, just to patronize her. "You have a point," he commented at last, and it wasn't hard to detect his enjoyment in her misery.
"You don't run from a dog unless you want to be chased," she muttered bitterly.
He was anything but insulted by her not so subtle reference. If anything, he was quite entertained.
"Oh? So you intend to just lie there and take it?" His tone was silky, his insinuation unmistakable. He was also edging near her, so close that his leg brushed against hers, his hand lingering casually against the curve of her hip. She narrowed her eyes.
"That's not it," she snapped, fighting the childish urge to move away from him. "I'm not going to 'just lie there and take it,' like you have so nicely described. I'm walking into this on my own accord and I want to lay down some terms if we are going to do this."
"We are already doing this," he pointed out baldly. "I don't need to agree to any of your conditions to get to bed you."
Haru lifted her chin and stared him straight in the eyes.
"I won't fight you anymore," she promised.
He was unconvinced by her offer.
"I like it when you fight," he stated simply, and she had to struggle to keep at bay the furious blush that threatened to creep onto her cheeks.
"If that's all you are planning to offer, shall we move on to the main event of this evening…?"
His fingers were trailing teasingly along her slender waist by now, and he was leaning so near that just a bit more and his lips would be brushing against the side of her neck. Haru gulped and burst out desperately.
"I will do anything you want," she blurted out.
Belphegor paused at that, his interest now piqued.
"Hmm…anything?" he repeated softly, his head cocked slightly to the side as he regarded her through those long golden bangs of his.
Haru drew back slightly, not trusting that air of contemplative mischief that had suddenly appeared around him.
"Within reason," she added in hastily, but the damage was already done.
The prince withdrew from the pretty brunette. He smirked.
"You have my full attention," he announced, pulling away from her and instead settling comfortably against the headboard beside her. "What do you want?"
His precise tone made her feel uncomfortable, as if they were discussing a business proposition. Still, she forged on bravely.
"You can't interrupt me when I'm working," she told him firmly, quickly voicing one of her main concerns. "I absolutely do not wish to see you anywhere near me when I'm working in the dungeon vaults."
"Unacceptable," his reply was absolute. "I will come for you as and when I like it. Following timetables to fuck you is ridiculous. Is that how you Japanese deal with sex? No wonder your birthrates are so low."
Haru was immediately affronted by his dismissive tone. "Not everyone sees sex the way you do, you- you sexual deviant!" she accused. "And that's not even what I was talking about! I'm here to work for the Varia, not serve as your personal sex slave! You can't just come and go as you wish and expect me to be at your beck and call; I won't do it!"
"Sex slave, hm?" He was a bit too interested in that term for her to be completely comfortable about it, and she quickly lost some of her righteous fervor. "If you were really my sex slave, I would keep you collared and chained to the bedpost, don't you think?" Before she could sputter and turn bright red with embarrassment from walking right into his sly insinuation, he grinned and continued quite casually. "I think I'd like that. A compromise then, my pretty little sex slave; how about you do whatever I want you to do, no protests, no resistance offered, for every time I grant you a favor? That's quite reasonable, don't you agree?"
Haru scowled.
"You are just trying to take advantage of me," she accused.
He shrugged nonchalantly, not even bothering to disagree with her. "I'm not trying. I'm already taking advantage of you," he countered quite amusedly, causing her gasp of outrage. "I'm just feeling generous enough to offer you a bit of incentive for your good behavior so far. You can feel free to decline, and we will never speak of this matter again."
He spoke indulgently, almost as if she was a particularly endearing pet and he was just humoring her. Haru was not happy at all. She tried to bat his wandering hands away from her person and glared at the blonde.
"I won't have this," she snapped, quite irritated by the way he was trying to molest her—and succeeding.
"Well, I will," he replied quite calmly, catching her wrists easily and holding her still so that he could get near her. She yelped with protest when he pulled her nightgown off her, only to be abruptly silenced when the violent prince caught her mouth with his and engaged her in a wet, carnal kiss. He slanted his mouth against hers again and again, dominating her with his strength and body. He herded her back against the headboard swiftly, and got her so flustered and dazed with his deft hands and lips that her resistance was minimal.
Her lips were kiss-reddened when he drew back minutes later, her cheeks flushed, her large, honey brown eyes startled as she peered at him. Most frustratingly, his thoughts were his to keep as usual, his eyes well hidden behind that veil of burnished gold hair.
His lips twisted to form a sardonic smirk.
"Accept," he commanded silkily. He was kneeling between her legs, leaning over her, holding her wrists together over her head with a long-fingered hand.
She shook her head, and before she could even start to protest, his mouth was on hers again and he was kissing all the fight right out of her. "Accept," he repeated against her lips, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of her neck suggestively, the pad of his thumb rubbing gently against her milky throat. She swallowed hard.
"This is your only chance to have some semblance of control over me, you know," he stated amusedly, even as, ironically enough, he was hovering over her in a blatantly dominating manner, his hand stroking her bared, vulnerable neck. She shuddered under him, looking at him warily through dense, fan-like lashes.
"I will do whatever you desire," he amended her earlier promise with a wicked smile, "for every reasonable incentive you provide. Fair enough, no?"
Haru knew better than to think so. Still, he was right. She wouldn't be exactly controlling him, but at least she had a fair chance of temporarily deterring him from his goal—her—if she had some form of bargaining power. Haru really couldn't believe that she was desperate enough to agree to something like this, but could not look him in the face when she quickly jerked her head sharply down once in agreement before she could think better of it.
Belphegor's toothy grin quickly made her wish that she could change her mind. Just what on earth had she agreed to?!
The handsome blonde prince eased his weight off the smaller female then, the smile on his face widening at her unspoken agreement. She looked a bit shell shocked still, but that was to his utter advantage.
"Good," Bel purred richly. "You should start fulfilling your first bargain then."
Haru immediately sputtered in protest.
"But I didn't-" The brunette yelped abruptly when Belphegor nudged her thighs apart and rested his hand possessively on that spot at the juncture of her legs. She whimpered quietly when he started to apply a firm, addictive pressure against the entrance to her sensitive core. His long fingers rubbed her through the cotton fabric of her panties, and he knew just what to do to make her succumb to him. Her hands flew down to wrap tightly against his wrist with the full intention to push him away, only to hesitate shamefully when the familiar stirrings of desire shot through her system.
"You like it when I touch you like that, don't you?"
His knowing tone made her turn red with embarrassment, and Haru was trying so hard not to look at him when he drew her attention back to him with his next sentence, his own silky voice rough with lust and excitement.
"Remember how I pleasure you now, little sparrow. Next time, you will be touching yourself with those long legs spread open and I will be watching you do it."
::owari::
Questions That I Would Like To Answer Before You Ask:
Well, Belphegor's sort of a bastard right now, but he's only concerned with the here and now of their relationship and isn't exactly looking for anything beyond that. As mentioned several times before, that will change in the near future!
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Those who do not like smut will be pleased to know that the next few chapters will have little to none M-rated material. You guys should be able to enjoy the chapters without having to skip sections of it!
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--sllebswap