Lemons will be moved to my adultfanfiction account under the username Shadow15.

For three weeks now, Bel and Mammon had been in an official relationship. While Squalo and Xanxus were supportive of this, Mammon's parents had done nothing but scream and act as if their daughter was thirteen and out sleeping with everyone. The girl just ignored it, her mind focused on both Bel and her precious money.

The two were on their way back to Bel's house, having been out for lunch together; Mammon was driving them, having borrowed her parents' car as she didn't want to 'waste' any money on one of her own. Bel was talking his girlfriend's ear off about the newest videogame Squalo had bought him, Mammon inputting every now and then about how videogames were a waste of money.

"But this one is really cool!" Bel insisted childishly. "It has awesome graphics and an awesome plotline and lots and lots of blood!"

Beneath her hood, Mammon rolled her eyes. "I would have thought Squalo knew better than to buy you bloody videogames, Bel."

"But I don't like boring games." The blond boy pouted, trying to win Mammon over. "I don't like things without blood."

"You're a very weird child." Mammon knew that, since Bel still suffered from the trauma induced by his childhood, it wasn't exactly normal for him to be obsessed with blood and violence the way he was - instead, it was as if he continuously sought it out, always wanting to witness it happening to other people; it was more worrisome than anything else, the possibility that the boy was cracked more than anyone realised only too real. "How does Squalo put up with you?"

"He loves me." Bel shrugged nonchalantly, as if the conversation change didn't bother him in the least. "He bought me some new movies, too. Does Mammy want to watch them with me?"

The girl checked her watch before deciding she had nothing better to do; she may as well indulge in Bel's guilty pleasures for a while longer before she went home to manage her finances again.

"Guess so." Mammon pulled into the driveway of Bel's home. She pulled the handbrake up and turned the engine off, grabbing only her phone; she hadn't brought anything else with her as she always left her ID in the car and never took money with her unless she needed it.

Bel giggled as he closed the car door behind him, bounding over to the front entry. He pulled his keys from his pocket, unlocking the door and waiting for Mammon to reach him; even with everyone else home, Rasiel felt safest with the front door locked.

"Squ-Squ, I'm home~!" Bel was as joyful as ever as he made his presence known. "Mammy is with me~"

"Keep your voice down, brat!" Squalo shouted back from the living room. "Your brother is napping!"

"And you're shouting even louder than the blond trash." Xanxus' gruff voice could be heard from the same general direction as Squalo's, accompanied by a thump that Bel had come to learn meant the older man had hit his lover upside the head.

While Squalo started raging at his partner, Bel just giggled and turned his attention again to Mammon.

"Let's go to the cinema room~" Bel grabbed his girlfriend's hand, pulling Mammon into the space that had originally been the spare living room, but had been turned into a cinema room for the twins to use. "That's where I keep all my stuff~"

Mammon followed Bel down the hall, knowing exactly where she was going, but letting Bel lead her anyway; the boy had a dominate streak, and he usually threw a fit if he felt like he were submitting. She didn't mind hearing things she already knew, either; she loved the blond, and she understood that he liked talking about himself – he didn't have any other friends and very rarely had opportunities to tell people about himself, so it was natural for him to come off as somewhat self-absorbed and egotistical even to Mammon.

"What are we watching first?" Mammon flicked the light switch once they stepped into the cinema room.

Bel giggled as he moved to the entertainment system, sorting through his stack of DVDs. "Don't know yet~"

Mammon moved to the couch, sitting as she waited patiently for Bel to decide what he was in the mood for; the boy was scanning each case he pulled out in a split second before either throwing it over his shoulder if he didn't want to watch it, or putting it in a haphazardly-stacked pile for him to choose from when he had looked at everything.

Finally, after what must have been close to ten minutes, a movie was placed in the DVD player and Bel was curling up against Mammon with his head in her lap.

The two were quiet throughout the movie but, around the midway point, Bel was becoming restless; he had been aroused by nothing in particular, and no matter how hard he tried to will it away, it was starting to hurt. Upon putting so much attention on his problem, he was beginning to acknowledge that he wanted to have sexual contact with Mammon, but part of him couldn't stop the flood of memories regarding the abuse he had suffered, fearing that if he went any further with Mammon, it would be no different than to what he had been put through by his father's hands.

Mammon, however, could see Bel's problem; the blond's pants were tented and he was shifting his lower half as if trying to find a more comfortable position, one that also hid his hips from his girlfriend's eyes. Her hands never stopped as they stroked silky locks, but when she spoke, it was in a soft, understanding tone.

"Do you want me to help you, Bel?"

Bel blinked, rolling onto his back to look up at Mammon. He frowned, wary on her offer; her hands had never hurt him before, but what if they did now, solely because of this situation? He trusted her, but he also should have been able to trust his parents, and look at what they did to him – how could he trust anyone with this?

"I won't hurt you." As always, Mammon knew what was on the younger's mind. She focused solely on soothing her boyfriend's worry, knowing that it could take a while to coax him into a more trusting position, but she was willing to keep trying; she would do whatever it took to help him function properly again. "It will feel good for you. You will like it."

Hesitantly, Bel nodded, gulping in fright; he could feel his heart racing, his hands trembling as he unconsciously grasped whatever was beneath him; he had never had another's touch down there since the adoption, and was he really ready to allow this sort of thing so soon? It was hard for him to touch himself!

Bel winced as he felt hands on the front of his pants, unzipping them. He fought back his tears as he was exposed to the cold air, glad that Mammon hadn't wrapped her hand around him just yet; he still needed a bit more time to adjust, certain that if she touched him just now he would back out and never want to do this with her again; the scars left in his mind were numerous, and they controlled him more than he would let anyone see – it was because of those scars he could feel himself losing interest, wanting to stop already.

~~LEMON REMOVED~~

Bel pulled away, obscured eyes looking up at his girlfriend in curiosity. "Did I do well?"

Mammon panted heavily as she nodded. "Very well. Good boy."

Bel giggled as he moved to sit on Mammon's lap, their movie long forgotten. He curled in against her, sighing happily, ignoring the half-naked and dirty states they were in; he just wanted to be close to Mammon.

"Mammy, I love you..." With that said, Bel's eyes slipped closed and he was fast asleep. Mammon just held him tighter, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.