A Royal Child

Chapter Eleven

Fran sighed softly, rolling over in his bed and snuggling up to the warm body in front of him, stopping when he recognized the smell. The smell that was not Bel. If he were to mistake that smell for Bel, he thought he belonged in Hell. Oh well.

Frustrated, he shuffled away from the other male, flopping on his side and cuddling up to the other body. This one was Bel. "Ushesheshe, you're getting good at recognizing me from my brother, Fran," came Rasiel's voice, the other prince cuddling up to Fran from behind, groaning as the illusionist swung a fist around, punching him in the nose. "Ah! God, Fran, what's your problem?!"

"You," Fran replied bluntly. "And of course I can tell you from senpai. Your breath smells like rotten fruit and a sack of potatos. Dirty potatos."

"Damn you," Rasiel groaned, slipping out of the bed. "I'm going back to work."

"You do that!" Fran called, watching as the waiter angrily snatched an apron off of a coat rack, soon leaving. With a smirk, Fran turned back to Belphegor, when he paused, being met with red eyes that were... a lot less familiar than Bel's. He soon realized it was the black markings at the corner of the other male's eyes. Bel, of course, did not have those. Glaring, he shoved the other male out of the bed and on to the floor, before sitting upright. "BEL-SENPAI!"

"For the love of being straight, Fran," the other male groaned. "Is that any way to treat your cousin?"

"What the hell are you doing here, Flem?" Fran protested.

"Look, all I know is that the last thing I remember is being at the cafe and having some sort of drinking contest with you, your freaky boyfriend, and Jill... now my head kind of hurts."

Fran punched his own hand. "Ah, now I remember, we all had that crazy pineapple juice drinking contest and then came back here feeling all weird because the acid was so damn strong. Sheesh, I need to find Bel!" The illusionist slipped out of the bed and left the room, ignoring the fact that he was just dressed in a pair of boxers.

"I do," Bel said in his most uke-ish voice, smiling at his kouhai. Fran was the sexiest thing ever in that dark green tuxedo...

"Then, senpai, may I kiss the bride?" Fran husked. Belphegor nearly melted as his junior placed those small hands on his hips, leaning up and meeting their lips together-

Wait.

Was the prince in a dress?

All of a sudden, the shower turned on, and Belphegor gasped as he was abruptly woken up, his head moving to get out of the stream, and succeeding in hitting the shower head. With a hiss of pain, the prince finally managed to righten himself, shaking his head like a dog to rid himself of the water. "... This isn't... the shower...," he said dumbly.

"No, senpai. You're wearing my dress, and you had your head stuck in the sink all night long," Fran said flatly. "What the hell, senpai?"

"Huh?" Belphegor looked down. So that's why he couldn't breathe. Damn dresses were built for frogs, not princes. "... That's weird, I don't remember putting it on," he said with a pout, soon starting to shuffle out of the dress.

"Man, we need to get back to the base," Fran sighed. "I don't want to be late to breakfast."

"Yeah, we might miss the daily argument between boss and Squ," Bel agreed, soon handing Fran his dress, before looking around. "Seen my clothes, Froggy?"

"Let's look," Fran sighed. "Flem's upstairs, and he doesn't need to see you naked."

The prince giggled, soon finding a pair of slightly-torn, blood red boxers and sliding them up his hips. "These are mine~ Now I just need to find everything else~"

"Yeah, especially cause I borrowed this crap from Byakuran," Fran said in a flat voice. "He'll be pissed off if he finds out you lost the suit..."

"Think I can pass off my boxers as the suit?" Bel asked, looking out the window, a cheshire grin on his face at what he saw out there.

"No?" Fran replied, soon walking over to the prince, jaw dropping when he saw the prince's suit all slung out over tree branches outside. "Damn, we shouldn't have come back to our villa. Stupid pineapple juice makes us act all weird," he muttered. "Whatever. Let's go get it..." The two left the villa, soon moving to collect their clothes, enjoying being able to be outside in their boxers without anyone judging them. Fran easily got Bel's clothes back to him, softly cursing the author for her mind as he climbed back down the tree, and ignoring Belphegor's confusion at the comment.

With Bel dressed and Fran proud to be in his boxers and just carry the dress and high heels he'd worn the previous night, the two headed home.

Meanwhile, at the base...

"Don't get all excited about it," Hibari muttered, watching the forever-interesting Varia Headquarters ceiling. "Mukuro wanted me to wear the dress, and I don't know what's best for me. I was at Xanxus and Squalo's wedding, so I know you can find me something that will make me look good for Mukuro while still maintaining the dignity I have left. And I want you to be discreet about all of it... we're eloping after all."

Lussuria gave a small nod. "I know, dear. And don't worry, I can help you with that. When are you two marrying?"

"The ninth - his birthday," Hibari murmured, closing his eyes. "It seems only appropriate."

"It is," Lussuria agreed, smiling. He stood from the dining room table, reaching out and mussing the other male's hair a bit. "Relax, Hibari. You'll be absolutely beautiful when I'm through with you - as if you aren't now, hehe~! Not my type, but the tsundere Japanese is quite cute~," he considered as he headed into the kitchen.

Hibari gave the tiniest hint of a smile and rolled his eyes, before gasping, an aura appearing behind him. Immediately, he swung a tonfa around, hitting the other male, and rather easily sending Mukuro to the ground. "H-how long were you there?!" he protested.

"Long enough," Mukuro replied with a snide smile, standing again. "Did you really think you could surprise me, Kyouya?"

Hibari stood, then suddenly lunged forward, pinning the illusionist against the wall. "One of these days, I will, Rokudo. And when I do, I'm going to make you the happiest illusionist alive, damn it," he snarled.

"What's going on here?" Squalo asked as he barged into the room to find the two males all smushed up in a wall. "Are you two fighting or some crap?"

"No. Kyouya's just frustrated because he knows he's incapable of surprising me," Mukuro purred, leaning in and pecking his lover's lips.

"Sod off, damn pineapple," Hibari growled, reaching up to pull at the illusionist's hair.

Squalo sighed, sitting at the table. "If you want to surprise that thing (he gestured to Mukuro), you better knock him out first."

Hibari shrugged. "That seems reasonable," he agreed, ignoring the following sigh from Mukuro.

"Hey, guys! Have you seen Bel and Fran?" Byakuran asked, skipping into the room and dragging Shouichi in with him. "They've got our clothes."

"... Pardon?" Squalo replied, quirking an eyebrow.

"My blue dress and Byakuran's suit," Shouichi explained. "Those two were wearing them this morning-"

"Do you have any idea how freaking stupid you sound?" Squalo asked, before balking as Belphegor and Fran walked into the kitchen wearing only their boxers and carrying fancy clothes over their shoulders. With a laugh, Squalo shouted, "Do you babies have any idea how freaking stupid you look?"

"I'm guessing about as stupid as a few nights ago when you were playing Twister with Xanxus and accidentally kicked him in the crotch?" Fran suggested, shutting the Rain guardian up.

"Oi, babies, what the hell are you in your panties for?" Xanxus growled, shoving past Bel and Fran to get to the table.

"Did boss just say the 'p' word?" Mammon asked Lussuria, who shrugged.

Thus began another normal day with the Varia.

-End Chapter

;-; I know it's not much for the wait, but I'm struggling to fluff around with everything for a bit, since plot doesn't really happen until later with this story. Accepting requests for pairings/scenes! X'D

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