A/N: Ooookay…so I lied. I was going to post this tomorrow, but I can't concentrate on calculus while planning out steamy Squabel pr0n in my head. (LOL) And so, I shunned my math homework at the risk of failing my test, which is also tomorrow, to write up the rest of this chapter. You can thank the subject of mathematics for sucking so bad. Yes, you're welcome!
Warnings: This story is now Rated M for YAOI TO THE EXTREME! Okay not really. But the yaoi train is on the move! Um…Squabel, Bel being a perv, Squalo's mouth, themes, blahblah.
Read it, enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Sushi*Bomb does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. She can't even draw for Pete's sake.
As the two elite assassins walked side by side down the busy street of a popular French shopping district, Squalo found himself pondering heavily on three things.
One. How in the hell did women, gay men, and Bel find enjoyment in shopping? They had been walking the avenue packed with designer boutiques and outlets for a grand total of thirty-seven minutes, and the swordsman was ready to strangle a puppy. He could not for the life of him understand how anyone, women especially, did this for hours, in high heels no less.
Two. Why did God hate him? Squalo assumed it was because a) He was an assassin, therefore his life was destined to be shitty, and b) He was part of the Varia, which also meant his life was meant to be shitty. Squalo just settled on the fact that his luck was prepetually dismal, and always would be.
Three. Why was Bel paused in front of a shoe boutique, staring at a pair of leather boots… a $1700 pair of leather boots, looking like his brain had short-circuited? If the rain guardian didn't know better, he would say that he saw a bit of drool dripping from the side of the prince's mouth. To the silver-haired man, it looked like Belphegor had gone comatose while standing.
Squalo walked up to the boy, and waved a hand in his face.
"Voi! Brat! What the hell's the matter with you?" Nothing. The swordsman felt himself getting irritated again. More hand waving, plus shaking.
"Earth to Bel! HELLOOOOO!" He garnered the attention of just about everyone on the street but the storm guardian, who at this point was starting to breathe shallowly, as if he was going to start hyperventilating any second. Squalo sincerely wished he would stop, because he was reluctant to admit that Bel breathing like that was putting some very dirty images in his head.
"S-Squalo?" The younger hitman whispered, still panting like he was about to have an orgasm. And Squalo really hoped he wasn't.
"What?"
Belphegor turned to him with a serious, if not slightly creepy, look in his eyes.
"I want those boots."
Squalo took a good look at the nearly thigh high leather monstrosities. They were platformed, with a stiletto heel that was almost seven inches high, the platform compensating about three of the seven inches. In short, they were utterly whorish and ridiculous. Which is probably why they suited Belphegor's eccentric taste so well. The swordsman turned back to the prince with a discomfited grimace.
"That's great and all kid, but-"
Ding.
Squalo's face deadpanned as he heard the chime of the door, telling him that Belphegor couldn't care less about whatever he was going to say,and went on in. The rain guardian groaned as he too entered the small but pricy looking outlet.
Who knew that Prince the Ripper was a compulsive shopaholic?
Well, he did say he needed shoes. Squalo sighed to himself as he took a seat on one of the posh chairs. As expected, the younger hitman was standing by the insanely overpriced boots, albeit more sane looking, calmly waving down one of the employees. A young, attractive brunette eyed the prince up and down appreciatively before walking over from behind the register.
Squalo didn't miss the almost imperceptible upward twitch of the prince's lips.
Belphegor asked the brunette something in french while pointing to the shoes. Squalo assumed he was asking if they had them in his size. The man, whose name was Emile, if Squalo was reading his nametag correctly, nodded his head. The prince gave him a coy smile, and said something else. The man nodded again and started walking into the backroom, but not before turning once more to the beautiful prince.
The salesman looked like his heart had just skipped a beat when he saw that Bel had bent over, most provocatively, to read the description on a random shoe box. Squalo snorted to himself when Emile walked, quite painfully, into the border of the doorway.
Bel looked behind him at the sudden noise, and waved flirtatiously at Emile, who was trying (and failing) not to look like a fool. The salesman just waved bashfully before practically running inside the storage room.
Squalo couldn't believe what he just saw.
He had no idea Belphegor could be such a flirt. But he really couldn't blame the poor salesman. The storm guardian, true to his element, was a force to be reckoned with. Plus, from were Squalo was sitting, he could see that the slasher prince really had an amazing ass. And he knew it.
As awkward as he found this, in the safety of his mind Squalo could honestly say that Bel was gorgeous. He had never really given it much thought, but of all the members of the Varia, Belphegor was probably the best looking. With that golden blonde hair, svelt figure and charismatic personality, the prince had no problem drawing attention to himself where ever he went. The dark hair added an extra layer of 'come hither' to the prince's already magnetic visage,and made his skin appear as pale as a ghost, giving him an almost ethereal quality.
Squalo recalled walking down the street with him before they entered this shop; several heads; both women and men, turned to get another lusty glimpse of the younger assassin.
Even Squalo was finding it increasingly difficult not to stare at him from time to time, especially after the way the prince had literally pinned him down with that platinum stare back at the house. Those eyes held an untold number of secrets and promises, and Squalo knew he was drawn in way past the point of no return.
Emile came out a few minutes later, still looking a bit flushed in the cheeks, and handed a large red box to Belphegor. The prince gave him that same coy, slightly seductive smile, making sure to brush his hand along the top of the salesman's while taking the box as he quietly thanked him.
Manipulative little prick. Squalo chuckled to himself.
The former blonde sat himself down elegantly on another seat, slipping off his white lace-up boots, and slowly replaced them with the black leather boots. Once he had both of them on, the prince gracefully stood, and began to strut around the boutique like a model on a runway, admiring the 'clack clack clack' of the stilettos on the lacquered wooden floor. Belphegor seemed to have no problem walking in the insanely high shoes, and actually looked more adept at it than most women.
To Squalo, it seemed very weird that no one else in the shop found anything wrong with the twenty year old man walking around in seven inch heels without tripping or stumbling even once. Maybe this was normal in France. Or maybe it was just this store. He shook his head in resignation. He would never understand fashion.
The sudden loud click of a stiletto heel on the armrest of the chair snapped the swordsman out of his reverie. He glanced down to his left, seeing the ridiculous heel of Bel's boots up close, and trailed his eyes up the leg that went on for miles, to the hip (In which Squalo did his best to ignore the fact that Belphegor's crotch was less than a foot from his face), up the lean torso, and finally landing on the prince's smug face.
"Whaddya think? Pretty fucking sexy,huh?" The slasher's toothy grin looked more predatory than usual, and that gave Squalo the feeling that he wasn't just talking about the boots. The prince was biting his bottom lip, snickering lightly.
"Ushishi~! I'm waiting…"
"They look nice! I mean-w-well…that is they look good on y-you…" Emile cut in, stuttering awkwardly as he marveled at Belphegor's long legs. Squalo was annoyed by the fact that he still didn't know any French. Belphegor nodded, smiling at the brunette, responding in rapid French.
Squalo just raised an eyebrow at the prince, who had now turned back to him and asked, this time in Italian,
"I think they make my princely legs look amazing, right Squ?"
Hmm…those princely legs would look even better thrown over my shoulders while I- Squalo hoped like hell he wasn't blushing, but of course, with his rotten luck, he felt his face rapidly heating up. Something he was sure the younger assassin noticed, if the marginal widening of that hyena-like smirk was anything to go by.
"Ye-yeah, they look fuckin' swell," Squalo managed to choke out.
The prince's smile couldn't have possibly gotten any wider.
Please move your leg, please move your leg…before I do something I'll regret… Squalo thought to himself, silently pleading for the prince to move his rather delectable looking leg and go pay for the goddamn boots already.
For once, the universe seemed to be on his side. Belphegor lowered his foot from the arm rest, and changed back into his regular white boots. Squalo let out a shuddered breath. Phew.
He went over to stand by the younger hitman at the register as Emile hurriedly rang Belphegor up. Squalo couldn't believe the kid was spending such an absurd amount of money on a pair of stinkin' shoes. But it didn't seem to even be an issue for the prince, who didn't bat an eyelash at the glaring red $1729.34 on the register. He calmly slapped his credit card on the counter.
Squalo supposed it was fortunate for them that the Vongola Famiglia paid their assassins very well.
Upon grabbing his card and his bag, Belphegor said something in parting to the brunette salesman which made the man blush heavily, stuttering out a response back. The prince just blew him a kiss as the two walked out the door.
"Okay, so I got my shoes, now for you! Shishi~!" Squalo glared at his fellow elite out of the corner of his eye.
"I ain't buyin' anything. My clothes are fine." Belphegor turned to him, looking a bit haughty.
"Squ, trust me, whatever you brought is probably way too boring. Tell me, what did you bring with you, anyway?"
The rain guardian thought for a minute. Let's see, a couple pairs of black jeans, a long sleeved button up black shirt, and a leather jacket.
Squalo suddenly felt a bit self-conscious. Next to Belphegor in those crazy boots, he imagined he would look pretty dull. Maybe it was best to just let Bel pick something for him.
"On second thought, I guess you should pick something out for me." The prince just smiled arrogantly.
"Ushishi! The prince told you!"
Squalo turned to the storm guardian seriously.
"Voi, brat, what was that anyway?" Bel gave him a mock-confused look.
"What was what?"
"Don't play dumb! What was that shit back at the shoe store?" The prince's cheshire smile curled.
"Oh, you mean me messing with the salesman, or me showing you my boots?"
"BOTH DAMMIT!"
The former blonde just giggled, shrugging his shoulders.
"He was cute! I was just playing!"
"I didn't know you were into guys…" Squalo thought back to occasions in the past when the Varia had gone out partying, or just drinking. Sometimes, they would bring a couple of girls home with them. Now that he really thought about it, the prince would sometimes bring two girls with him, but he couldn't recall ever seeing him with another man.
Belphegor looked at him curiously.
"I never said I was."
"Then why were you blatantly flirting with that guy, and with me?" Squalo asked, getting frustrated.
"Why not? The prince could care less if it's a guy or a girl. Whatever suits my tastes at the moment, shishi~" The prince gave him a bewitching smile.
"And as for me flirting with you, you certainly didn't seem to mind back in the store. Shishishi~! In fact…" Belphegor left off, moving closer to the swordsman, and wrapping a lean arm around his waist. Squalo tensed instantaneously, feeling more than a little uncomfortable with the sudden change in proximity to the dark haired royal.
"…if I didn't know better, I'd say that you were getting a little turned on, if that look on your face was any hint. What were you thinking about Squ-Squ? Hmm?"
Squalo wanted to slap himself. Had it really been that obvious that he was thinking something dirty? Probably not, if it were a normal person. But Belphegor was not a normal person. The swordsman was sure that with that sharp intuition, the prince knew exactly what he was going through his head.
Not that he was going to admit it, of course.
"I was thinking how fuckin' ridiculous you look walking around in those crazy ass boots!"
The younger hitman's smile told Squalo that he knew that was total crap.
"You shouldn't lie Squalo. It was pretty easy to see what you were thinking about. You were blushing like a tomato."
"Whatever, you're just conceited. Not all of us are like that weird bastard in the store, and obviously perving on you."
Belphegor chuckled darkly. Squalo suddenly shivered as a chilly hand slid up his shirt. The prince smirked at him enticingly.
"You're so tense Squ, you should really loosen up." Squalo's resistance nearly gave out when the dark-haired man raked his nails up and down his taut back slowly.
"Get your cold ass hand off of me! Vooooiii!" Squalo snarled at the prince, glaring daggers. Not because he actually wanted him to move it, of course, but because he was so tempted to just grab the smaller man and thoroughly ravage him right there on the street.
Luckily for him, Belphegor promptly removed his hand from under the older man's shirt to point at their next destination. It was a large outlet across the street that looked like it sold clothes meant for their kind of party. Bel was getting that lusty look in his eye again. What was with this kid and developing sexual attractions to clothes?
"We can look for your outfit there! Come on!" The prince detached himself from Squalo and ran into the store, wasting no time in attacking one of the racks. Squalo just ran a shaky hand through his silver tresses. It amazed him how one minute, the younger assassin could be so seductive and alluring, and then bouncing about like a child the next. He wonderd vaguely if the kid really did have some kind of personality disorder.
Squalo sighed tiredly and joined his comrade in the store. His back was still tingling pleasantly from where the prince had caressed him so affectionately before.
"I'm not wearing any of that." Squalo glared at the garments in Belphegor's arms. The prince gave him an irritated look.
"Squ, come on, it's not that bad! They'll look good on you!" Belphegor thrust several pairs of obscenely tight looking pants into Squalo's hands, and pushed him toward the fitting rooms.
"At least try them on before you say no." Squalo sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He already knew he would look absurd, but he figured since the prince was going out of his way to help, he should at least humor the royal brat.
"I'll go look for more clothes while you try those. Be right back!" The prince shouted as he bounded back into the rows of gothic looking garments.
Yeah, you do that. The swordsman groaned to himself, closing the door and dropping the potential outfits in a heap on the bench inside the tiny room. He picked up one pair of pants that were made of a shiny black material.
The rain guardian shrugged off his own black jeans, and stepped into the new pair carefully. Once he had them fastened, he walked out to look for the prince, who was sitting just outside the room, a whole new batch of horridly asphyxiating clothing for him to try on in the chair next to him.
"Whaddya think?" Belphegor twirled his finger, indicating that he wanted Squalo to turn. So he did. The ripper prince nodded in approval.
"Ushishi~! They make Squ-chan's crotch look good." Squalo deadpanned, growling in irritation and mortification, before stalking back into the room and promptly tearing off the pants with a loud "NO." he could hear the younger hitman laughing pervertedly outside the door.
The swordsman repeated this process with the next three pairs of pants, each more outrageous than the last. He slapped his face as he picked up one pair that turned out to be backless. He wondered what was going through the slasher's head when he plucked those off the rack.
Squalo walked out again, all of the rejected pants in hand. Bel was sitting cross-legged on the bench outside, staring at the bundle in his arms.
"None?" Squalo shook his head vehemently.
"Did you try on the chaps?"
"Were those the assless ones?"
The prince nodded, cheshire grin set on maximum.
"HELL FUCK NO!" The swordsman shouted as he snatched the new set out of the younger assassin's extended arms and stomped back into the fitting room. He heard the other man laughing raucously on the other side of the door.
Fuckin' pervy kid. Squalo seethed, roughly snatching up the first pair of pants he touched and out them on. His mood calmed a bit when he realized the black leather pants actually looked pretty good on him. Although, he was terrible at lacing, and aside from a zipper, the front also had black strings that were apparently meant to be laced.
The moody swordsman poked his head out.
"Voi, Bel! Can you help me with these?" The prince, who was still giggling at his little joke from before, nodded and strode languidly into the small room.
It was then Squalo realized what a potentially disastrous situation he had willing walked into. Was he sure he wanted that horny prince helping him lace up his pants? Squalo slapped his face again. That was like begging to be molested.
"Uh, actually, neverm-"
But Belphegor shushed him, suggestively yanking the older hitman's pelvis toward him. The prince smiled in that flirty manner as his dexterous fingers quickly went to work unlacing the knot and re-lacing the strings to fit Squalo's hips properly.
In this proximity, Squalo could smell the arousingly intoxicating scent of the younger man's cologne. He was getting dizzy, and the tugging on his pants wasn't helping in the least. He felt all of the blood in his body rushing southern-ward, and Squalo desperately wished he wasn't hard. The prince would never let him live it down. He glanced up at Belphegor's pale face. His expression, for once, was relatively serious, as he was concentrating on the last set of holes to lace the strings through. His grey eyes were narrowed slightly, and the rain guardian noticed that his breathing was a bit shallow. So Bel felt it too, huh?
The prince finally tied the string into a neat bow, signaling that he was finished, but made no effort to remove his hands from the loops. His eyes trailed slowly up Squalo's chest, before settling on his the swordsman's face. He wasn't surprised to see that the older man had been watching him the whole time. He could see that the blue orbs were darkening with lust, and he was sure his own were as well.
Squalo stood up a bit straighter, hesitantly gripping the prince by his narrow hips, and pushed him lightly toward the other side of the cubicle, away from the door. Belphegor let out a shuddered gasp as when his back made contact with the wall.
Their lips brushed.
Squalo pulled back a bit, trying to gain his bearings, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. Belphegor shook his head, gripping the silverette's black tie, wordlessly begging him to kiss him again.
"Come here." The prince whispered heatedly pulling Squalo back to him, firmly pressing their lips together as he worked his mouth skillfully against the older man's.
Squalo felt familiar fingers slide sensually up his shirt and wrapping around to his back, drawing erotic circles, caressing him. He brushed his tongue against the younger man's lip, asking for entrance, which he was wholely granted. The prince moaned almost silently as his own muscle met his comrade's, brushing against it painfully slowly, savoring the swordsman's unique taste.
He tilted his head a bit to deepen the kiss, sucking on the rain guardian's tongue and lower lip teasingly. Squalo moved a hand from Bel's hip to embed it in the younger man's dark locks, pulling lightly. The swordsman smirked when he felt the prince tremble, taking in a sharp breath. He trailed his other hand down Belphegor's side, lifting his leg up around his waist, grinding his hips into the royal's.
"Y-yeah…" The prince groaned, raking his nails down Squalo's back, breaking the kiss to pepper little open-mouth kisses along the older hitman's jaw.
Squalo bit his lip, stifling a moan. He had never ever made out with anyone like this before and wanted nothing more at that moment then to tear off their clothes and fuck the narcissistic prince right through the wall. By the none -to –gentle biting and sucking on his neck, he could tell Belphegor had the same thing in mind. But, of course, he was Superbia Squalo. Therefore…
RING! RING! RING!
The two pulled apart quickly, Squalo nearly dropping the poor prince on his butt. The two were panting heavily, trying to catch their breaths. Squalo irately pulled his cellular phone out if his jeans pocket.
Lussuria.
The swordsman cursed the flamboyant martial artist right to Hell. His timing could not have been any shittier if he tried.
I knew there was a reason I hated Lussuria. Squalo grumbled to himself.
From the other side of the tiny room, he heard Bel clear his throat.
"You should answer that. Xanxus-sama probably wants an update on how the mission's going." Belphegor huskily stated as he straightened out his striped shirt and fixed his disheveled hair. The dark haired elite bent over to collect the clothes that were knocked of the bench in the midst of their heat-of-the-moment make out session. A black phone was thrust into his face.
He looked up at Squalo, who looked like he was …well, he looked really pissed.
"You talk to him." And with that, the sleek electronic device was dropped into his lap and Squalo glared into the mirror, readjusting his own clothing. The prince shrugged and picked up the phone, greeting Lussuria in their native tongue.
As the younger hitman chatted animatedly with the gaudy Muay Thai master, Squalo leaned his head against the cool surface of the mirror. He was thoroughly shocked at his lack of control. He knew that he shouldn't have let Belphegor help him, because he was well aware that this would happen, and yet he did anyway. So in a way, he figured he should also be thanking Lussuria for interrupting, because if it had gone any further…
He walked out of the stall after changing back into his regular pants, seeing as how Belphegor had wandered out, still chatting with their teammate. The former blonde was sifting through a rack of shirts, cradling the phone between his head and shoulder, presumably informing their comrade on their progress.
Squalo grabbed up the pile of discarded clothing and placed it on an empty rack, keeping the lace up leather pants. He actually kind of liked them.
Before moving on to another rack further away, the prince turned to him, smiling. And for once, it wasn't malicious, flirty, or manic. Just a simple upward curve of his lips, showing his contentment. But his eyes said something different. Squalo figured that that was probably why the arrogant royal hid his eyes from view. They held much more emotion than anything else.
And right now, all Squalo could see was pure carnal lust.
The prince bit his lip lightly before tearing his eyes away from the handsome swordsman and wandering to another part of the store.
Squalo smirked.
He couldn't wait to get back to the villa.
Oh my *blush* I can't believe little old me wrote that! Ladies and gentlemen, that was officially Sushi*Bomb's first yaoi kissing scene! Hot Damn!
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