When Fran awoke the next morning, he found himself in the spare bedroom of Bel's home. He blinked, not sure why he was here; the last thing he remembered from last night was falling asleep in Mukuro's car on their drive.

"Master...?" While it wasn't unusual for Fran to stay the night at Bel's home, he had never spent the night there without Mukuro with him; they shared the bed and the older male always waited until Fran woke up before he left the room for anything.

When the silence became Fran's only answer, he pushed the blankets from his body and left the bed, padding quietly to the bedroom door. He made his way to Bel's bedroom, finding the blond tousled in his own bed.

"Bel-senpai?" Fran climbed onto the bed, his small hands pushing at the older male's shoulders. "Bel-senpai, wake up."

Bel groaned as he swatted at the boy. He pulled the blankets higher up his body, his shaggy hair the only thing poking out. "Go 'way..."

"Why isn't Master here...?" Fran stuck his bottom lip out. He pulled up the blankets so that he could slide under, curling up against the man's chest.

"Fuck off!" Bel was not a morning person, and after last night, he was too exhausted to deal with someone trying to ruin his sleep. "Go stick a fork in a toaster or somethin'."

"Bel-senpai shouldn't tell me to do those things; if I was stupid, I might do it and die." Fran pressed closer to the stronger male, burying his face against Bel's chest. "I just want to know where Master is..."

"He died. Shut up and let me sleep." In Bel's sleepy mind, he had forgotten completely that Fran's family were dead, the reason why he was here in the first place. He hadn't meant to upset the younger; he had merely wanted to go back to sleep.

Fran whimpered as tears filled his eyes. He sniffed, trying to fight back his tears, only to let out a sob as he gripped tightly the striped pyjama top Bel wore. He could feel the taller body tensing beneath his touch, but he didn't pay it any heed; he just wanted Mukuro.

"...Shit, Froggy, I didn't..." Bel sighed as he wrapped an arm around the trembling body. He pulled Fran tight against him, not knowing how to handle a crying kid. "...I was just joking... Mukuro's fine, Froggy; he just won't be here for a while..."

Fran rubbed at his wet eyes with a tiny hand. "Promise...?"

Bel nodded. He ran a hand through teal hair as he had so often seen Mukuro do, shifting so that he laid on his back and Fran was on top of him. "...I was just joking..."

Fran curled up against the man, sighing as he buried his face in against a warm throat. He moved as he felt something hard poking at his leg, wondering what Bel slept with in his pockets.

"Senpai, something's poking me..." Instinctively, the boy reached down to try and grab whatever was annoying him, intending on throwing it away.

Bel moaned as a hand wrapped around his clothed member. He smirked, licking his lips. "It's called morning wood, Froggy. Have you ever had morning wood?"

"Senpai, how can you sleep with wood in your pocket? That'd be so uncomfortable!"

"It's only uncomfortable if you don't touch it, actually." Bel ghosted his fingertips over Fran's exposed hip. "Do you want to touch mine and see how good it can feel?"

Fran scrunched his nose up at this question. "I don't want to touch stupid wood. I'm hungry."

Bel snorted. "I see." Sitting up, he held Fran close to him, rubbing his hips subtly against the boy's; he knew desensitising Fran to his touch was the first way to go about bedding the younger – Fran would resist the more uncomfortable he felt about Bel's touch, after all.

Fran jumped off the bed. He waited by its side, watching as Bel kicked back the blankets to join him in the kitchen. He was surprised by how big the 'wood' must be as the blond's pants were greatly tented – Fran had never heard of sleeping with such an uncomfortable thing before.

The boy shivered as Bel rubbed up against him from behind, turning to give the older male an emotionless stare. "What was that for, senpai?"

"No reason." Bel smiled innocently as he crossed the bedroom to use the adjoining bathroom. "Go wait for me in the kitchen; I'll be out soon."

Fran nodded, leaving the man alone. Bel kicked the door closed behind him as he sat down on the closed toilet seat. He lowered his sleeping pants, exposing his engorged member.

"Fuck..." Bel hissed as he wrapped his hands around it, jerking them upwards. He rubbed the tip of his thumb against the head, drawing in a breath through his nostrils. "F-frog..."

Bel could picture himself buried deep inside that scrawny little body. He could hear the younger screaming, whether in pleasure or pain or even fear he didn't care – it all turned him on the same anyway.

Reaching down to fondle his sac, Bel licked his lips. He pretended the fingers touching himself weren't his, instead belonging to the tiny boy who had no idea of what he was getting into.

Bel was already on the verge of coming, and as soon as he grabbed toilet paper and covered the tip of his arousal, he let out a loud moan as he climaxed into it. He had done as he promised Mukuro and tried to remain quiet, but his thoughts were so arousing, his orgasm had hit him like a ton of bricks.

Bel panted softly as he tried to catch his breath, only to realise that he was horny enough for his shaft to harden once more.

The blond grinned to himself as he reached down again, knowing that when it came to Fran, his sexual thoughts about the boy were always a huge turn on.

~~XX~~

"Bel-senpai, why aren't you taking me to school?" Fran was sitting on the living room floor, staring up at the man lazed about on the couch with a laptop resting on his stomach. "Master says school is important."

"Unless you want to go in your pyjamas, you can stay here." Bel sighed as he started typing on the laptop again.

"But we can drive out to Master's home and get my uniform..." Fran pointed out. "I need clothes and my frog anyway, senpai..."

"Well, you know what I need? I need to get this fucking assignment done in an hour, and I haven't even started it yet." Bel turned to glare at the boy, as if it was Fran's fault he hadn't started on an assignment handed out over a month ago. "We'll go when I'm fucking ready!"

"I'm bored..." Fran pointed out, his teal eyes seemingly upset. "I'm really bored, senpai..."

"Watch TV or something." Bel shrugged. "Just leave me alone so I can get this done."

Fran looked at his lap, picking at his pyjama pants. He wanted to go to school, finding it boring just sitting here with nothing to do.

Getting to his feet, Fran climbed onto the couch beside the older male. He curled up on the edge, resting his face against Bel's ribcage. He heard the other complain, but he didn't move; he was just so bored, he may as well sleep.

Bel shifted the laptop so that he could type with one hand, using the other to pat the smaller body beside him. He tried to ignore the stirring in his groin, knowing he had to focus on his assignment.

~~XX~~

When Bel finally uploaded a half-assed assignment onto his university course's website, he was dismayed to notice he had missed the deadline by two seconds. Knowing his course coordinator most likely would not accept the assignment, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and rang his foster parents' business number.

"Varia Co., how may I help you?" The receptionist sounded bored.

"Put me on to Squalo or Xanxus," the blond demanded.

The female voice withheld a snort. "On what business are you calling?"

"They're my foster parents, you dumb fuck!" Bel snapped, already in a bad mood. "Put me on to them!"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before music cut in, signalling that Bel had been put on hold as his call was transferred. Squalo picked the phone up just a minute later.

"What, brat?" Squalo growled.

"Squ-Squ, my assignment was two seconds late..." Bel held a firm pout in his voice, trying to seek his foster parent's sympathy. "They probably won't accept it now."

"Well, if you'd actually do your fucking work instead of leaving it for the last second, maybe it wouldn't have been late!" the older man scolded. "We're not paying for you to fucking slack off, Bel!"

"But, Squ-Squ, I want you to do something about it!" Bel made an agitated noise. "Make them accept it!"

"You fucking brat, I'm busy!" Squalo argued. "Stop being so goddamn lazy all the time, Belphegor!"

Bel huffed. He turned his attention to Fran as the boy stirred against him. He patted teal hair before he replied, "Do things for me!"

There was the sound of glass breaking in the background before Squalo shouted at someone. When he addressed Bel again, it was in an irritated tone. "This is the last time I do your shit for you, Belphegor!"

A happy grin crossed Bel's face at these words, his tone taking on a much more placid emotion. "Thank you, Squ-Squ~" With that said, Bel ended the call and tossed his phone away.

"Senpai...?"

Bel looked down at the boy, finding tiny hands rubbing the sleep from Fran's eyes. He licked his lips as he rolled over so that he crushed the boy against the couch, finding that Fran was a perfect fit beneath his body; with their hips pressing together, Fran barely made it up to Bel's chest.

"Yes~?" Bel giggled before he licked Fran's cheek, his happiness at getting Squalo to fight his battles for him obvious.

"Senpai, you're too fat – get off me." Tiny hands pushed at the man's chest as Fran tried to get the other away from him.

"Ushishishi~" Bel rocked his hips forward, sending a jolt of pleasure down Fran's spine. The younger gasped in surprise, his body tensing as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. "S-senpai...?"

"Yes, uncute kohai~?"

"I don't like this position; it's making me uncomfortable..." Fran mumbled, turning his head to the side. "I want to get up..."

Bel again thrust his hips, this time drawing a moan. He licked his lips, knowing not to take it too far too soon lest he have an angry pineapple after his blood.

Getting off the couch, Bel got to his feet, running his fingers through his blond locks. "Get dressed, Froggy; we have to go feed Mukuro's ugly winged rodent."

"But, senpai, I can't get dressed," Fran pointed out. "I don't have any clothes here."

"Oh, yeah. Shishishi~ I forgot about that." Bel just picked the younger up as he moved towards the kitchen, grabbing the car keys from the bench. He carried Fran out to his car and strapped him in before making his way haphazardly to Mukuro's home in order to try and avoid as many wounds as possible from the stupid feathered rat Mukuro called a pet.

During their visit to the unoccupied home, Bel found his friend's phone left carelessly on the table, clearly forgotten in the blue-haired male's haste to make it to the airport.

Oh, well, Bel had thought, smirking to himself as he noticed the missed calls from Mukuro's boss flashing on the screen – Mukuro clearly hadn't even called in to work before he had left. At least now he can't bother us and hear from Fran what we do~