A/N The plot has started moving forward in this chapter. See if you can guess how; it's a bit subtle.
Just when Gokudera was sure he couldn't take anymore of Belphegor following him around like a shadow, pestering him for sex, the one and only place he had even a chance of escaping to was now gone, the blond having gone and enrolled himself into all of Gokudera's classes - Bel had done more with the computer system than just look up Gokudera's address; he had gone and created an entirely new profile just for him to appear on school records and - more importantly - the rosters of his target's classes.
The silver-haired teenager had found this out the hard way when his stalker had strolled into class, clad in the school uniform - Hibari, however, would have a field day with the Varia Storm if he caught the older teenager still wearing his purple striped shirt beneath said uniform.
"The hell are you doing?" Gokudera hissed as the older male took the unoccupied desk next to him. "Can't you just fuck off and leave me alone already?"
"Not until the prince gets a fuck~" That grin Gokudera had come to hate never left his face.
God, he's persistent... "Is there anything else ever on your mind apart from sex?" Gokudera almost snarled these words out.
"Of course there is." Belphegor shrugged. "There's always killing people on my mind, too. Sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like to drag my knives through your body until every inch of you is covered in red~"
"You creep." Gokudera shuddered and turned away, choosing to instead stare out of the window.
The younger teenager managed to ignore his stalker for the entirety of the class - even the childish balls of paper that were thrown at him with no doubt a dumb note written inside - and as soon as the bell rang, he was out the door like a bullet, just wanting to get away from the blond.
The trio met up on the roof to have their lunch within just a few minutes and, to Gokudera's relief, Belphegor wasn't anywhere in sight.
"When did Bel-san join the class?" Tsuna asked, digging the straw into his juice box.
"The little fucker apparently hacked the school system when he was looking for my address." Gokudera rolled his eyes. "He's a creep."
"I like him," Yamamoto inputted, his usual smile still plastered on his face. "He's really not that bad now that the ring part of the Mafia Game is over."
"'Not that bad'?" Gokudera grabbed Yamamoto by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. "You try and put up with him breaking into your house in the middle of the night to stand over your bed and watch you sleep while breathing heavily! And then when you wake up to kick him back outside, you'd better watch out for that fucking crutch because he won't hesitate to whack you in the face with it!"
Yamamoto just laughed before he raised his hands in defence, a lopsided grin crossing his face. "Now, now, Gokudera, no need for violence."
"Ushishishi~ Yes, Hayato-kun, no need for violence."
Gokudera covered his face with his hands, sighing as he realised the same pest that had been bothering him for the past week and a half was making itself known once again. Belphegor had just walked out onto the roof, void of his crutches.
"Not seeking peoples' sympathy today?" Gokudera mocked, his green eyes narrowed at the other. "Did you even need them in the first place?"
"At first~" Bel sang. "Then it was just fun hitting and tripping you with them, so the prince let them tag along on his adventures."
"I've had it with you!" Like a cat, Gokudera sprung to his feet, knocking Bel to the ground. He wrapped his arms around the older teenager's neck, shaking him back and forth before he freed one hand and used it to punch the blond in the face.
Tsuna gasped, but he was honestly too afraid to get involved - the Varia were scary, and he didn't want to get on their bad sides. It was Yamamoto who pulled the silver-haired teenager away, hugging the smaller teen tightly to him as he looked down at Bel.
The blond's nose was bleeding and his lip had been split, but he was laughing it off, licking at the crimson blood that dripped down his face. He lifted his head as if he was looking at Gokudera, and he made a show of licking the blood from his mouth slowly before grinning.
"Hayato-kun, you made the prince hard again~" Bel reached down, resting his hand against his crotch. "Want to fix it, or should the prince take care of it himself?"
Gokudera snarled before he broke free of Yamamoto's grip. He pointed down at Belphegor, absolutely livid. "You... You fucking creep! Get the hell out of my life!"
Belphegor
Laughed as he watched Gokudera leave the roof. He turned to observe the two friends the silver-haired male had left behind, seeing Tsuna quickly gathering up what they had left behind as if he meant to chase after the other teen.
"Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna moved to Yamamoto's side, trying to nudge him along with his elbow as his arms were full. "Yamamoto, we should go after him."
"Bel might need some help, Tsuna." Though the brunet loved his friend for how sweet Yamamoto was, now was not the time to be sticking around lest both of their innocence be tainted.
"Not now, Yamamoto," Tsuna mumbled. "Go."
Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head before he apologised to the blond. "Sorry, Bel; I want to help, but -" the boy couldn't continue on; his friend had succeeded in pushing him along. Calling over his shoulder, Yamamoto gave his farewell. "Bye, Bel! Play again, soon!"
Tsuna shuddered as they reached the door leading back down into the building, hearing a moan wafting along through the air. He didn't look back, and when he saw Yamamoto did, he could only hope the younger's pureness was still in tact.