Thanks for reading the first part, see I'm actually really fast for this Fic because I haven't lost interest yet, I eventually will...Beut who knows, maybe I'll finish it before that happens. If you spot any mistakes, tell me and I'll fix them as soon as possible. Thanks for the reviews and I hope that Part Two of The House of Frogs and Knives is to your liking.

Warnings: M rated for a reason. Sex, swearing, slight abuse and OOC-ness for everybody.


The House of Frogs and Knives

Part 2

Sleek and hot, the room had become a furnace like the one deep in the basement of the base. Fran turned his head away from the prince and panted. He stared out the window, if only the storm would pass. He wondered if Bel would leave along with it. He closed his eyes.

Enjoyable, not really. He couldn't say that he wasn't feeling good with all the intimate touches but he wasn't really enjoying this on a spiritual basis. Belphegor was just bored, Fran considered himself lucky that the fake prince hadn't decided to use him for target practice like usual.

Bel nipped at Fran's neck leaving small red marks, the shorter boy was thankful for his uniform. A collar so he could walk around without stares and raised eyebrows.

It was pretty obvious though; who else would be so bored as to climb through a small ventilation window in someone's bathroom?

"Frogy, pay attention to me," the blonde gripped Fran's wrists and brought them above the boys head. He reached over to the other side of the bed where he had discarded the other's pants.

"It's not like I'm going to run away fake prince," Fran said as Bel tied strong knots around wrists and the wooden bedpost. Fran winced at the tightness, nothing he couldn't handle.

"No, I just don't want to be touched by commoner's dirty hands," He sneered at the body below him. "I may have been born second, but I was still born into royalty."

The Varia's storm dipped down and sunk his teeth into a bare shoulder drawing blood. He sucked and licked at it earning light moans from the smaller boy. He pulled away and stilled.

"Senpai, that's not fair," Fran's voice was shaky. He shifted his hands around to try and free them. He didn't want this at all; he didn't want the fake prince to have all the control while he lay there like a rag-doll. Fran felt his wrists going raw and looked up towards Belphegor. The blond had regained his wide smile and snickered.

"Shishishishi," He let his thumbs travel to hardening pink nubs and pinched lightly.

"Ah-Ahh, no," the mist guardian closed his eyes tightly. "Stop it!"

He was ignored though as Bel's attention went towards other places, a specific one below. He cupped squeezed Fran lightly and rubbed his thumb on the wet slit. He gazed up at the frog's face and found it scrunched up, tears forming and small whimpering noises coming with each rub. A better reaction, he thought as his grin widened and he started to pump the younger. He also started his own ministrations.

Fran's whimpers became full out moans and Belphegor found himself panting. The pleasure he was getting from touching himself coupled with the sheer enjoyment he received from Fran's moans and expressions were sending him off the edge.

He slid between Fran's legs fast and pressed the head of his member to Fran's puckered hole. The shorter one gasped out and his eyes widened.

"Just because you took so many precautions to keep me out, I won't prepare you."

The pain was worse than getting a knife thrown at him; Fran couldn't help but scream as Belphegor's full length entered deep inside of him. Something must've torn because Fran could feel blood inside of him leak out. He let the tears freely fall as he tried o accommodate the thickness inside of him.

"Poor Frogy, does it hurt that much?" Bel mocked. "It could be worse though, I could've stuck on of my knives in there in stead," Fran cringed at the though.

"You really hurt me you know," Bel continued, at the same time he pushed even further into the impossible tightness. "What did I do to deserve being locked out?"

"Bu-Bullshit s-senpai," Fran spat out amongst the pain. "Y-you should be used to this."

Belphegor's smile dropped, his face became very straight and he became still.

Fran realized that he, by chance, said something that had set the prince off. Unlike Xanxus who would be sent into a fit or Squalo who would scream out to his hearts content, Bel was different when angered. Fran didn't think that's he'd ever seen the prince ever truly angry, maybe just a bit ticked from time to time. Never had he gone completely quiet. Even when his brother had come back, Bel opted for snide remarks.

What Bel did next was surprising. The fake prince took off his worthless crown and whipped it across the room where it landed beside the degrading frog hat.

"See now my UN-cute Kohai, now we both stopped being something were not," Bel's smile still hadn't returned.

Fran up in disbelief, either Bel had completely lost it, or he was going to die.

Before Fran had the chance to say anything, Belphegor slid out and slammed back in just as fast.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The blonde picked up one of the bloody knives he dirtied early and cut Fran's hands free. He proceeded to lick at the left one, at the now raw skin and the sensitive area of where the vein could be seen furiously pumping blood.

Fran looked up through the new tears and caught a glimpse of blue through the golden fringe. Bel's eyes were intently on him, tired and pale but beautiful.

He was more prepared for the next thrust than last time.

"Do you think little Frogy," Bel started. "That you're the only one that locks their door just to keep me out. No, no, no. A lot of these weak members think I'm going to kill them in their sleep," he lowered himself a little closer to Fran's face. "And because they all think that, I've actually killed a few of them… Just to make a point."

He slid out and slammed back in again.

"But I think you may be the only high-ranked member that actually locks their door and genuinely doesn't like me," Fran looked up at Belphegor's words.

"Well guess what," Bel's voice took a malicious tone. He leaned down just a few centimeters from Fran's ear. "I didn't like you first."

The prince slammed in and out, fast and unforgiving. Fran was close to release, as painful as it was.

Bel had begun to pant too.

The storm was just above them by now, louder than ever.

A few more thrusts and Fran came, it became sticky between them. Bel's thrusts became faster, he was also nearing. When he finally came, Fran felt a searing pain where he was sure he'd been torn.

Belphegor collapsed on him as he pulled out and turned over. Still breathing heavily he looked away from Fran and towards the window. Both lay there panting, never looking at each other. It felt like an eternity but the storm seemed to be passing. Thunder and lighting had more time in between; the rain was still hard though. By morning it would all clear up and only the aftermath would remain. Puddles and moist air, maybe a few power lines out and trees fallen.

Bel was first to move, he turned his head to look at the spent young man beside him. His smile was still gone without a trace of it ever being there. Fran tried his best not to look over to the fake prince. He couldn't hold back the thought…

Bel was not a prince, with his family gone he wasn't even royalty. More like a faint passing memory of a grand castle and a regal family. Belphegor was just a commoner like all the rest, like Fran was.

Fran felt like he had ended a dynasty. Chances that Bel would go back to his old self in the morning were at one hundred percent, without a doubt. But he saw this Bel, and this Bel will always remember that he dropped the mask one in front of his "UN-cute kohai."

He'll hate Fran even more now. Deeply.

Fran tried to put up a brave face and slowly turned to face his senpai.

'Now or never…'

Bel's eyes were in plain sight; he didn't even try to cover them. Fran noted that they looked much more tired than before but at the same time accomplished.

"Senpai… I-," He was cut off.

"Don't forget to make sure you've completely locked up next time, wouldn't want me to get in again…"

Fran fully turned and ignored the pain from his behind; he wore a concerned look on his face. Bel turned to look up at the ceiling, his eyes closed.

"Senpai, I don't dislike you…"

"I don't care and in the end it won't make a difference," Bel's voice held indifference. "I don't like you."

Bel swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. He reached for his pants and shifted inside of them quickly. They were still wet but his room was only a few hallways down, he'd take a shower when he got back. He walked over to the door and unlocked it. Without sparing another glance he left Fran's room quietly.

Fran stood up as best he could, he was sure that the immense pain would last for hours. He limped to the door and locked it. Not for the same reasons as last time though. Just to make sure that no one would come in to see him and his pathetic sore ass. He made sure to lock the bathroom window next. He found the unpleasant surprise that Bel left behind, The window was left open and rain had accumulated to form a large puddle on the floor. To tired to properly clean it, the mist guardian flung a towel on the floor to absorb most of the water. He'd have to remember that so he wouldn't trip in the morning.

The candle had gone out ages ago, despite the pain, he walked to the closet to get a new one.

Only when he had lit it had he seen the amount of blood that stained the white blood sheets. Belphegor had done a number on him. He felt sick just by looking at it. Blood from the knife wounds coupled with the blood that seeped out when Bel had torn his insides.

'Bel left his knives… and his shirt…'

He'd probably want those back Fran thought as he gathered the belongings and set them on the table…

'His crown.'

Now that was one object that Bel would come back personally for. Probably in the morning he'd take it to the storm guardian's room. Bel would want it back before anyone could see him without it.

He glanced at his own hat next. A kind of twisted memory of Mammon's frog more or less. The cartoon eyes mocked him as they stared blankly, he turned it away. Bel liked Mammon.

Fran debated if he should return the items himself now, he was sure Belphegor hadn't gone to bed. He probably went to get washed up first. He decided that he would, even with the soreness. He put on a different pair of pajamas after cleaning himself up and gathered the prince's things. He trudged down the hallways hoping that Bel hadn't gone to sleep, he'd get impaled if he woke the other up.

Once he got to the heavy set doors he gently knocked and waited for an answer.

Sure enough he was right when thinking Bel was awake, he opened the door with new pants on and a towel resting on his head.

Fran held up the belongings and waited for them to be taken.

The knives and shirt were tossed inside the room. The crown on the other hand was taken to the back and dropped unceremoniously onto an old scratched up table. Fran took this time to notice the deep marks his nails left on Belphegor's back, angry and red. They must've been painful, there were many.

He turned and started to limp back to his room.

"VOOOOOOOOOIIIII!" As soon as Squalo's voice sounded off, the lights flickered back on.

"Why the hell are you limping like you just got it up your ass!?" Always the polite one…

Fran turned slightly and looked up to the white-haired man, he had one of those crazy-mocking smiles. They must be contagious, Fran dreaded the day he'd pull one too.

"Not every one can hide it like you can," Fran said indifferently. "But then again, you've had years or practice."

"VOOOOOIII! YOU LITTLE PUNK!"

Fran ignored him to avoid any further stabbing; he leaned onto the wall for support.

Fran hadn't even gotten to his bed before passing out on the floor. He spent the rest of the night curled into a ball, cold and unconcerned.

He left the door unlocked.


Author's Note….

Oh man, that's "lemon" sucked… It was the first time I've ever written something like this. I actually think Bel's to OOC, I enjoy writing him because he's fun but… I don't know… Fran's also pretty fun to write, has his hair color been reveiled yet?

So anyway, I may write a companion piece to this later on (no it's not done yet). For Xanxus and Squalo, cause you know something happened there… Kukukuku….

I re-read the first part and realized how many errors I made, I can't promise this ones better though. I'm a jerk-ass when it comes to revision.

So anyway, tell me what you think of it…

Good, bad, pumpkin?

This is honestly one of the longest chapters of anything I've ever written, I think I may have dragged on some points that didn't need dragging. But my teacher said I have to be more descriptive in my work (No, my teacher didn't read this D:). Please review and THANKS FOR READING. Stay tuned for the next part coming soon.