A/N: I think the angels are crying…because I FINALLY finished chapter 4 of this damn story! I'm sooooo sorry for the repeated delays, there was a lot of crap going on this past month, but here I am.

I kept re-doing it, because I'm really critical when it comes to my writing, and I like it to be consistent. And each time I wrote this, I was never satisfied with it. This is partly why it took me a thousand years to type it.

Also, from this chapter on, I'm removing the humor label, since it will be highly inappropriate in relation to future chapters. It may actually turn out to be the exact opposite. I'm still deciding.

Howeveeeeeer….I did make this chapter nice and smutty for you all for making you wait so long. Mind you, this is my first time writing anything remotely sexual, since I tend to lean more towards humor and teasing, so I was nervous about posting this. This is the other reason it took me so long. I really hate half-assed sex scenes. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

Warnings: Yaoi, Lime/lemony (and yes, it is a bit explicit, although you may be dissapointed to hear it's not sex-sex, yet), language, themes, subject matter

Enough of my jabbering. Enjoy the fic!

Disclaimer: Sushi*Bomb does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

By late afternoon, the cheerfully bright and sunny winter sky had turned an ominous, cloudy grey that promised a night full of hard rain, thunder, and lightning. Squalo watched glumly as large wet drops began to fall prematurely on the dark tinted windows of the chartered Mercedes Belphegor had commissioned for their stay here in Paris. As the car pulled onto the lengthy stretch of freeway that led to their villa, the light drizzle gradually became a full-on downpour, with severe looking streaks of lightning illuminating the ever-darkening sky.

The silver-haired swordsman frowned.

The weather painted a perfect picture of his current state of mind. Chaos, turmoil, and disarray. To be frank, the rain guardian was completely and utterly puzzled.

After leaving the store, the two hitmen wandered in and out of a few more outlets. In that time, Squalo had done a bit of reflecting on the little 'encounters,' for lack of a better word, he'd had with the psychotic prince so far today. He figured that that bit of fresh air had cleared his head, and he was left feeling more than a little regret for what had transpired between the two of them.

Despite growing up in a less than principled environment, Squalo had been raised by his parents to have some values. It was safe to say that out of everyone in the Varia, it was the moody rain guardian who was the most morally just, if you will. Squalo was a man of honor, as he believed ever true swordsman should be.

His father had always told him that love, among other things, was to be shared by one man, and one woman; which is why he so openly disliked Lussuria. Although he was happier to avoid him, if he could help it. But apparently, all of his father's teachings stayed back in Italy, along with his so called 'morals' and self-control.

What on Earth was had come over him?

In the span of less than twelve hours, he had gone completely against everything he had believed was right, and it all began with that secretive look the prince had given him back in his bathroom earlier. That brief but enigmatic exchange between the two of them had effectively stirred his curiosity, and as morally steadfast as he was, Squalo was still subject to a debilitatingly inquisitve nature.

Belphegor had seen something in him then that he still couldn't figure out, and it was bothering him immensely. Over the day, that nagging curiosity had somehow morphed into something more carnal.

Squalo cast a sideways glance at his dark-haired partner. If there was anyone on the squad that could be considered his polar opposite, it was most definitely the prince. Unlike Squalo, Belphegor was a loose cannon, often shocking everyone with his unpredictable behavior. He had no morals, no values, no honor, nothing. He just lived to kill, party, and be a wild child. Belphegor was frivolous by nature; obviously, since he was willing to fly to another country for a day just for a party. Squalo wondered if it was because he was a prince, or if that was just Bel's personality.

"You're staring." Belphegor said, chuckling a bit as he looked away from the window to watch the older swordsman. Squalo exhaled deeply, looking a bit hesitant.

"I wanted to say something," He began. Belphegor cocked his head to the side, looking at the rain guardian expectantly.

Squalo sighed again. This was certainly something he didn't do often, if ever.

"I'm sorry. About what happened back in the fitting room, I mean." The prince looked confused.

"Why?"

"Vooooiii…What do you mean, why? It was wrong of me to force myself on you like that. I wasn't thinking clearly."

To his surprise, Belphegor started laughing.

"Ushishi~! You're so silly Squ-squ!" He giggled softly. His attention was suddenly hailed by the driver, who had signaled their arrival back onto the estate. The torrential downpour had softened back into a merely heavy drizzle as the car pulled up to the villa. The two killers quickly exited the vehicle with their purchases and made a mad dash for the house, lest the rain return in earnest and thoroughly soak them.

Once inside, Belphegor inattentively tossed his several large bags filled with pricey items to the side in front of the main vestibule before wandering into the kitchen. Squalo was downright livid at the younger hitman for brushing off his apology so blithely. He stormed into the kitchen after him.

"VOOIIII! What the hell do you mean, silly?" He ground out. Belphegor poked his head over the refrigerator door, his cool grey orbs regarding the older man with an indifferent gaze.

"I mean, you have no reason to apologize, stupid ass. Ushishi~! I knew you were gonna kiss me, and I wanted you to. Obviously I would have stopped you if I hadn't." He pointed out calmly before ducking back into the freezer.

"Oooh! Hot pockets!" He squealed, as he quickly tore open the package and rammed the pastry in the microwave in the corner of the room, deeming the discussion over.

Squalo however, wasn't finished yet.

"You did?" Belphegor turned back to the swordsman, nodding slightly.

"Yeah, so?" Squalo made an agitated noise.

"You…you really don't see a problem with that?" He snapped. The prince shrugged apathetically.

"Nope. The prince is just having fun, that's all. What the hell's your problem all of a sudden anyway? You were totally wired and ready to go back in the store." The ripper said, looking at the swordsman with a slight frown.

"Like I said before, I wasn't thinking clearly…I don't know what happened, I just-"

"Ushishishi~!" Squalo glowered at the younger man.

"Why the fuck are you laughing?" Belphegor's trademark grin widened considerably.

"Because you're so freaking dramatic! Jesus, it was just a kiss. It wasn't like we were fucking in the middle of the store or something. Although…that would have been pretty interesting…" He said, trying to imagine that rather pleasing scenario.

"VOOOIII! That's not the damn point! You know I'm not…" He left off, voice dimming to just above a whisper.

"Not what, Squ?" Belphegor stared at the swordsman curiously, his smile ever growing.

"I ain't… you know, like that." The prince gave him a skeptical look before sighing and shaking his head.

"You're a confusing guy, Squ-chan. One minute, you seem to be okay with me flirting with you, then the next you're a homophobe, then the next you're thinking dirty thoughts about me and slamming me against walls and kissing me…man, would you make up your mind already? Do you want me or not?"

Squalo scowled.

"That's why I apologized, dumb fuck. For the third time, I wasn't thinking straight." Belphegor snorted condescendingly.

"Che…yeah whatever Squalo. You want me and you know it. Not that I can blame you of course, I mean…" Belphegor trailed off, motioning to himself conceitedly. Squalo rolled his eyes.

"I don't want a damn thing."

It was the prince's turn to roll his eyes.

"Oh please, would you come off it already? It's not a big deal. There ain't anything wrong with liking dick and pussy, at least, not to me. I get the best of both worlds. Shishi~!"

Squalo looked horrified.

"I'm not goddammit! That's what I'm trying to tell you!" Belphegor snickered.

"Wow, they should put your face in the dictionary next to DENIAL."

Squalo growled angrily. It was becoming quite a familiar sound to the jovial prince.

"I like women! I like curves, and boobs, and-"

"Me too, idiot. I just happen to enjoy the occasional…manhandling, on the side." The dark-haired hitman chuckled pervertedly, as he opened the fridge once again, scouring the inside for some kind of beverage, preferably alcoholic.

Squalo glared at the younger man, shaking his head contemptuously.

"I think I know what your problem is." The prince began arrogantly as he closed the refrigerator door. He crossed his arms and leaned against the appliance, smirking widely.

Squalo raised a thin eyebrow skeptically.

"Oh is that right? Well? Out with it then!"

Belphegor's smirk grew vicious.

"Ushishi~! You're scared, that's what."

The slasher started slightly at the angry scraping of Squalo's chair against the tiles of the floor. The older man was positively livid, his cobalt eyes burning.

"Take that back, you piece of shit." He growled. If there was one thing Superbia Squalo was most certainly not, it was scared. The prince giggled into his hand.

"Pfft, why should I? Because I'm right? It's true after all. You're confused and scared that you might not be who you've always thought you were, and so you're putting up this macho front because you don't want to find out."

"Tch…fuck off. I ain't like you and Lussuria!" He snarled. Belphegor laughed disbelievingly.

"So you say, but if you had seen the look in your eyes back in the shoe store, and in the fitting room…believe me, you would come to the same conclusion."

Squalo's eyes widened in surprise. He was at a loss for words for once.

"I-"

"You're scared you might like it, aren't you? Shishi~! Don't worry Squ, the prince won't tell anyone."

"Bel, seriously, stop talking like that. There's nothing…" He trailed off, watching the Belphegor's smirk grow seductive as the prince licked his lips.

"Come here, Squalo. I know you want to, and you know I want you to."

Squalo held his ground. He was not going to be swayed. But nonetheless, he felt his breathing becoming shallow again at the sight of the prince running a hand up his shirt, caressing his toned stomach self-indulgently. His eyes were locked on Squalo's own blue ones.

He didn't want to…he had always told himself that honorable men didn't do things like this…but the sight of Belphegor pressed so sensually against the refrigerator…slowly unfastening his jeans…

Squalo bit his lip, feeling that familiar dizziness. Honor could shove it.

Fuck it.

"Ushishi~!" The prince giggled, beckoning him over with a seductive finger while he slid his pants off his hips and let them drop to the floor with a little smirk so devious Squalo expected the FCC to come in and slap an NC-17 rating on it. He gingerly stepped out of them before kicking them aside. The prince turned back to Squalo, achromatic eyes wordlessly pleading him to come closer.

The swordsman wasted no time in obliging him. Squalo strode purposefully over to the alluring prince, roughly pinning him against the fridge. Belphegor smiled, a decidedly malicious twinkle in his slate eyes as he slid his hand over Squalo's pale cheek.

"I thought this wrong?" He said mockingly. The rain guardian shrugged faintly, pointedly staring away from the ripper's teasing grin.

"Just shut up…" He whispered back.

Belphegor's dexterous fingers laced themselves in the long, silver tresses, admiring how silky smooth the strands felt. Squalo felt his eyes flutter shut at the prince's deceptively innocent ministrations. He unconsciously moved closer, pressing his body flush against the smaller man.

The swordsman was not at all surprised to realize that the prince hadn't been wearing any underwear, smirking to himself when he felt something hard poking his leg. Squalo chanced a peak down the ripper prince's wiry frame, where he saw the swollen member poking out from under the hem of Belphegor's oversized striped shirt. He couldn't really say anything, as his own erection was throbbing unbearably within the confines of his jeans.

Without thinking, Squalo slowly took one of the hands caressing his scalp and drug it down his toned body and finally let it settle on the bulge in his pants.

"I want it…" He whispered pleadingly, his voice uncharacteristically low and husky.

Belphegor's playful smile grew marginally.

"Say please."

Squalo looked up quickly, his eyes widening with surprise, and then narrowing. To Belphegor, it looked like his commander was weighing the pros and cons of begging someone like himself for something like this. Finally, the older man spoke, voice laced with uncertainty.

"P-please."

"Ushishi ~! 'Kay."

The prince smiled enticingly as he began massaging Squalo's arousal through the thick material teasingly, his skilled hand working so torturously slow that the silver-haired man began to buck lightly into the touch. He was already starting to pant a bit, getting lost in the delicious sensations Belphegor was inducing in him.

Belphegor leaned into the taller man, latching his lips onto his neck, playfully alternating between nipping and sucking the already forming hickey he had made earlier. He smirked against the strong flesh when he heard Squalo groan. The swordsman tilted his head back to allow the prince free reign over his neck and Belphegor was more than willing to appease him. The prince planted a trail of wet, deliberate kisses down the taut flesh and onto his collarbone, biting him lightly. Squalo shivered. The alluring dark-haired royal suddenly pulled away from his neck.

"Squ?" He started, nuzzling his nose against his jaw. The silverette looked back down to face him, his cool blue eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust.

"W-what is it?"

The prince said nothing, but instead tilted his head as he leaned in and pressed his thin lips against Squalo's, kissing him sensuously.

The swordsman responded fervently.

Squalo wasted no time in asserting his dominance in the kiss as he forced his tongue into Bel's hot mouth, ravaging the cavern unrelentingly, wanting to taste more of the devilish elite. He pulled away briefly before coming back from a different angle, running his tongue along the prince's slightly parted lips.

Belphegor opened his mouth a bit wider to accommodate the probing muscle, tiliting his head to deepen the quickly intensifying kiss. He moaned openly when he felt the older man's hands run up his thighs and hips, exploring the prince's lithe body, squeezing the tight flesh every so often. Particularly the firm, bare bottom exposed to his roving hands. Squalo smirked toothily at the sharp intake of breath, as Belphegor broke the searing kiss to lean his head back against the door of the fridge, eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Ah…Squalo…" He groaned erotically, one of his slim hands gripping blindly along the swordsman's tensed shoulder, the other squeezing his aching arousal painfully in his grip. It hurt quite a bit, but Squalo was too far gone to care. He slid his hands under the prince's butt, swiftly hoisting him up and carrying him out of the kitchen. Belphegor giggled, wrapping his long legs tightly around Squalo's hips.

"Couch." He whispered in Squalo's ear.

The swordsman all but ran to the sofa, before none- to-gently depositing the knife-wielder on the couch. Belphegor laughed openly at the older man's feverish zeal. The prince pulled the still standing Squalo towards him, unbuckling his belt in that teasingly sedated pace Squalo was quickly becoming accustomed to, and untucking the older man's shirt. He slid his hand appreciatively over the tight abdominals, tracing his deft fingers along the deep cuts and creases.

"Perfect…" He murmured, panting softly. Quickly deeming the white button up shirt a hindrance, Squalo hurriedly undid the buttons and tore the shirt off. The prince grew more entranced by the soft skin stretched taut over the tight chords of muscle, replacing his fingers with his lips and peppering the swordsman's stomach with little kisses and nips, especially over the admirable v-cut accentuated by the low rise hem of his jeans.

Squalo shivered as his stomach fluttered reflexively, a pleasurably familiar warmth pooling in his stomach at the younger killer's soft ministrations.

Meanwhile, Belphegor's sights had wandered away from the rain guardian's toned abs and back onto the front of his jeans, his skilled hands slowly unfastening the buttons and yanking the zipper down. Squalo figured he'd assist him. He quickly shrugged off his jeans and his boxers.

Though to be honest, Squalo felt a bit nervous.

He had never exposed himself so wantonly to anyone before, and most certainly not to another man. But as he watched Belphegor's cheshire grin widen at the sight of his now agonizingly erect member, he couldn't help but smirk.

"Well?"

Belphegor didn't respond, other than a little chuckle. He scooted up a bit closer, gripping the thick organ by the base and began pumping it lightly while flicking his tongue experimentally over the head. And then again. And again. Each stroke of that sensuously able tongue made Squalo shudder with need and anticipation. His good hand immediately entangled itself in the prince's dark tresses, absently knocking his tiara off.

Belphegor grew bolder.

Taking the head into his mouth, the prince began rhythmically bobbing his head up and down, gradually working the pulsating shaft into his mouth. Squalo's head tilted back as he bit back a shuddery moan, his grip tightening on the prince's hair.

"Fuck…Bel…" He groaned softly.

Belphegor chuckled lightly, the vibrations sending shivers up and down Squalo's body. He swore his legs were going to give out any minute. The prince released his aching arousal with an erotically wet 'pop,' instead alternately pumping it slowly and running his tongue along the underside of the shaft.

"You should probably lay down, Squ. You're wobbling a little." Belphegor said, noting the slight sway of the swordsman's frame. Squalo just nodded. At this point, he really didn't trust himself to speak. The prince scooted over to one side of the elongated sofa, allowing the older assassin ample room to stretch out. He had barely settled back when the slasher tackled him, lustfully slamming their lips together in a bruising kiss while tracing the swordsman's lithe frame with adroit fingertips. He detached himself from the older man's lips swiftly, dipping down to tweak one of the hardened nipples.

Squalo hissed in delight, breaths coming out more and more shaky as the prince continued his ministrations. Belphegor worked his way back down the strong torso, occasionally planting the odd kiss here and there; he especially loved it when the rain guardian stifled a rather feminine gasp when he teasingly dipped his tongue into his bellybutton. His hand slid back down to the older man's hardened member.

"So, do you still think this is wrong?" Belphegor whispered quietly as he thumbed over the slit of Squalo's penis, a pearlescent drop of precum smeared along the pale digit. The prince absently licked it off before fully returning to the throbbing organ. He ran his hands in an almost affectionate manner up and down Squalo's firm thighs while once again wrapping his mouth over the head, this time sucking a bit more forcefully. He hollowed out his cheeks to create a deliciously tight vacuum over the weeping head, quickly setting the pace as he bobbed his head along the muscle.

Squalo was in ecstasy. The rain guardian was trying his damndest not to start thrusting into the skilled mouth, but clearly, his body had other ideas, as he was unconsciously bucking lightly with his hand fisted tightly in the prince's hair.

Bel started humming lightly, the vibrations nearly bringing Squalo crashing over the edge. The prince moved his mouth slowly over the rigid muscle, simultaneously massaging the older man's testicles. He glanced up at Squalo from his position, their eyes meeting briefly; his were coy and flirty, Squalo's were glazed over with lust.

Squalo moaned hoarsely at the sudden influx of intense sensations. He was getting close, and they both knew it. Belphegor quickened his pace, bobbing expertly, and pumping with his hand what he couldn't cover with his mouth. Squalo was panting wantonly, completely delirious with the need to release.

"B-Bel...I'm- I-"

Belphegor pulled away from the rain guardian's pelvis momentarily to give him a tantalizing smile. He nodded slowly in unspoken agreement as he stroked the engorged arousal before encapsulating the head in his mouth and sucking greedily.

His pace quickly became merciless, the ripper intent on pushing Squalo well past his limit. The sounds he was eliciting from the normally tetchy rain guardian were music to his ears, and right now, he wanted to know exactly what Superbia Squalo tasted like.

The rain guardian's hand was entangled quite painfully in the jet black hair, his other hand gripping one of the couch cushions for dear life. It suddenly felt like the temperature in the room had gone up by ten or twenty degrees, both of their bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

All Squalo could hear was the sound of him moaning the prince's name through his hoarse pants. His body was on fire. His eyes were shut tight as he gave himself over to his other senses, focusing on the pleasurably warm electricity that radiated from his core to the rest of his needy body.

Just a bit more.

He was bucking roughly; instinctively thrusting his arousal into the younger man's mouth in need of release. Belphegor grasped his hips, the ripper's sharp nails digging painfully into his flesh as he held him down, all the while sucking forcefully along the most sensitive part of his erection.

It seemed that that little bit of pain was all it took to send Squalo spiraling into ecstasy. The swordsman's hips rocked against Belphegor's mouth as he came heavily, his hot seed spilling into the warm cavern in thick, erratic spurts. The prince released the head to pump the organ roughly with his hand. Squalo could feel the younger hitman's warm tongue lapping up the thick spurts of ejaculate eagerly, moaning lightly.

"B-Bel… fuckin' Christ…" Squalo groaned as he rode out the waves his undeniably intense orgasm, panting heavily. He was getting that dizzy feeling again, and his vision was starting to get a bit spotty.

Unsurprisingly, the swordsman blacked out.

Squalo came to a few minutes later, his head still spinning from the mind-numbing intensity of his climax. He sighed, absently throwing an exhausted arm over his eyes.

For all of his intelligence, Squalo decided that he really was the biggest dumbass on the face of the Earth. Now that he was coming down from his brief moment of ecstasy, he was beginning to feel unbearably shameful and dirty.

Not once, not twice, but three times today he had let that bastard of a prince get to him. What the hell was wrong with him?

Squalo felt a warm pair of lips cover his gently. Should he?

Squalo's body made the decision for him, his lips parting slightly to allow the lazily probing tongue to enter. His head automatically tilted a bit to deepen the kiss, his tongue swirling indolently around Belphegor's. Squalo could taste the slight bitterness of his seed mixed in with the almost sweet taste that was uniquely the prince's.

Belphegor pulled away after a few seconds, curling up against the cushion on the opposite side of the sofa, his legs lying intertwined with Squalo's.

He looked irritatingly smug.

"Fuck off." Squalo growled out, now thoroughly pissed at both the prince and himself. He rolled onto his side, staring pointedly away from Belphegor's malevolent smile.

"Ushishi~! There just aren't any words to describe how satisfying this moment is." The maniacal elite snickered to himself, reveling in the feeling of having gained a one up on the older man. Squalo growled low in his throat, gritting his teeth. He turned his steely gaze to the prince's still grinning face.

"I said fuck off. This was wrong, and you know it."

"Ushishishi heheh hahahHAHAHAHA!" The prince began laughing out loud. Squalo didn't even know Belphegor could laugh like that. It was more than a little unsettling, to say the least. The prince clutched at his stomach, still howling with that malice-laced laughter.

He looked back at Squalo when his fits of giggles died down, grin ebbing back into that condescending smirk.

"You're so full of shit, Squalo." He said, yawning lightly before settling back. The swordsman sat up quickly, his eyes ablaze.

"What was that, trash?" He ground out. Belphegor met his heated glare with one of his own.

"You heard me. You're a fucking hypocrite, Squ." The prince said acerbically, lacing his fingers together over his stomach.

"You keep insisting on how wrong 'this' is," he motioned to the two of them, and their current situation before continuing.

"Well, it certainly wasn't wrong five minutes ago, when you had your cock rammed down my throat, was it?"

Squalo glared at the TV, suddenly unable to meet the prince's cold stare.

"You're so fucking vulgar." He whispered softly, so unlike the usual loudness he was known for. The younger man scoffed.

"Che…like you're one to talk about vulgarity. Don't be ridiculous." Belphegor sat up, staring hard at the older man.

"Let me tell you something Squalo. We're hitmen. Do you know what that means? We make our living by killing people. There's not a damn thing we can do that could possibly be more immoral than that. As far as I'm concerned, we're already the worst people on this planet."

The swordsman shivered involuntarily at the prince's chilly tone. It wasn't something he was used to hearing. Belphegor stood up, stretching lightly before continuing, crossing his arms as he glared down at the older assassin.

"There's nothing bastards like us could possibly do that will make us look like half-way decent people. And you know what? I don't give a shit and half about what you, or anyone else thinks. Yeah, I'm a shitty person. I'm a self-indulging son-of-a-bitch, and I always have been. I drink, I party, I fuck, and I don't care. I'm a prince, and I can do whatever the fuck I want. And you know what? I like killing people, getting paid to do it is just a little bonus."

The prince chuckled darkly.

"There's no honor or pride in our lifestyle Squalo, regardless of what you tell yourself. You can play the part of the honorable swordsman with your silly values and weird honor codes, but I can see right through that. Deep down, you're just like me, and everyone else in the Varia. An insane, self-important, cold-hearted killer. You're fucked up just like us, you just hide it a little better. I don't. I revel in it. Things like honor don't matter to me."

Belphegor said softly, his eyes pinning Squalo to his spot with the cold intensity in them.

"Oh, and just for the record, this little encounter-," He said, again motioning to the two of them,

"-was nothing. If you knew some of the shit I've done, I don't think you'd be able to stomach even being in the same room as me. Shishi~!"

And with that the prince casually sauntered off back into the kitchen, leaving Squalo stunned speechless on the sofa.

The swordsman sighed; frustrated with this unfavorable situation he had unwillingly been tossed into. He should have just said no to Xanxus and taken the beating that would have come along with it. Anything would be better than this. He had been thrown against his will into the mysterious world of Prince the Ripper, a world of outrageous self-indulgence and blatant disregard of any social morays. He realized, with a defeated sinking feeling in his stomach, that it was not a place he wanted to be. What was worse, he knew this was only the beginning. Things could only go downhill from here. He leaned back against the arm of the couch, once again slinging an arm over his eyes. He did his best to ignore the aggravated prince yelling in the kitchen.

"Goddammit my hot pocket's cold! Fuck you Squalo!"

What the fucking hell.

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