A/N: Um…hey guys, long time no see?
I don't really know what else to say, other than sorry for not updating in like what, four months? I know, I suck. I'm sorry. To be perfectly honest, I had been considering putting this story on hiatus for a while, since I was beginning to lose interest. That is, until I got that epic review from Ms. Anonymous, AKA my new friend and beta –reader for this story, which really made me see this story in a whole new light. So I'm back from my unofficial hiatus, though I can't promise regular updates. But I really want to finish this story, because it's really important to me.
Warnings: Language, themes, content, BDSM and other potentially sensitive sexual content, and Yaoi.
Disclaimer: Sushi*Bomb does not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. If I did, Bel and Squalo would be screwing in every episode, for the whole episode. Ahh my OTP. *dies*
"I said no, dammit!"
"Come on Squ-chan, it's honestly no big deal!"
"You touch me with that and I'll break your motherfucking hand."
"Che…it's not like Xanxus-sama and the others are going to see you or anything…"
Belphegor sighed for the umpteenth time that hour as he slapped down the black eyeliner pencil on the bathroom counter sharply. He tapped his now black-painted fingernails on the edge of the porcelain sink as he locked hard, achromatic eyes with Squalo. The older assassin was currently standing just outside the door to the large, opulent bathroom, scowling with his arms folded across his chest like a petulant eight-year old.
The prince pursed his thin lips in irritation, absently sucking his teeth at his superior's stubbornness. He had already explained to Squalo that a little bit of makeup was the norm for an event like this, and it would only enhance his so far boringly normal looking outfit (compared to what Belphegor was clad in, anyway). Squalo stood in the quote/unquote 'unnecessarily constricting' leather pants he had purchased earlier that day, along with a pair of knee-high leather cyberpunk boots that Belphegor had pretty much harassed him into buying and that ungodly leather choker, complete with the leash...
…and no shirt.
Squalo felt his eyebrow twitch at the memory of Belphegor smugly informing him that his 'ensemble' for the evening only consisted of pants, shoes, and the lovely leather studded collar currently around his neck. Never before that moment had he ever desired to hack Bel into tiny, bloody little pieces so badly. That had been directly after Bel forced his lengthy tresses into submission; the silver mane Squalo was known for now up in a high ponytail and decorated with several strands of glow-in-the-dark whatever the fuck Bel said they were braided in.
Squalo hoped dearly that this was legitimately part of his cover for the evening, and not Belphegor's way of showing him that he would not be bested in this little game that apparently only he was allowed to win, because to be perfectly honest, he felt completely ridiculous, no matter how many times Bel insisted that he looked good. The older man had a sneaking suspicion that Belphegor was dressing him up like some kind of kinky bondage slave specifically to humiliate him.
What a sore loser.
Belphegor hadn't said a word about what had transpired in Squalo's bedroom not but half an hour ago. After the prince's brief moment of ecstasy, the two laid in satisfied silence for a while, Squalo radiating an aura of smug triumph as he mockingly ran his fingers through the prince's dark hair, and Bel unabashedly sated and lazy, curled up against him like a virgin bride. After a while though, he seemed to finally come to his wits as he simply collected his forgotten shirt, slipped it on and, without one glance at the smirking swordsman, calmly walked out of the room, absently mentioning he had to get ready and that Squalo himself should too. Squalo's smirk widened at the slight hoarseness of Bel's voice.
To Squalo, that meant absolute victory.
Although now, as he stood in a heated glaring contest with the younger man, he realized just how temporary that small moment of success was.
Belphegor, who was clad in a pair of dangerously low-rising leather pants so tight Squalo swore they were painted on and a whorishly scant top constructed of leather straps and buckles that left little to the imagination, was staring at him and once again brandishing that devilish eyeliner pencil with a small frown on his face. His bangs were pulled back in intricate half-twisted designs that Squalo was reluctant to admit actually looked pretty cool on the younger man, his eyes lined with thick black make-up that added a sort of wraithlike creepiness to the prince's pale face.
Bel's eyes, Squalo noted, were a shade of grey so light that if someone looked quickly, they would swear that the prince had no irises. The slightly smudged, raccoon-eyed appearance of the black around them only served to make them appear even lighter.
And right now, those eyes were narrowed slightly in concentration as Bel tried to figure out how he would get the eyeliner in his hand onto Squalo's face. Said swordsman stepped back hesitantly as Belphegor inched closer and closer.
"Voii! I said no already!" He snapped as he promptly walked to the other side of the room, as far as he could get from Bel and his make-up. The younger hitman crossed his arms, his face a mixture of irritation, disbelief, and faint amusement.
"So what you're saying," He started as he sauntered up to Squalo challengingly, the heels of those lascivious boots clicking on the laquered wooden floor with each of the prince's steps, "is that you'll give me a handjob, but you refuse to wear a teeny-tiny bit of eyeliner?"
Squalo's frown, if possible, soured even more.
"Voiii! Listen here, brat! The only reason I did that was to get back at you for what you said before! I didn't mean anything else by it! And I draw the line at make-up!"
Belphegor gave him an odd look.
"It's just eyeliner, Squalo. You're not going to spontaneously combust or anything." He said in a flat tone.
"I said no!"
"You're being kind of a baby."
"Fuck you, I ain't wearing any goddamn make-up!"
Belphegor smirked as he came toward Squalo, his sinister grin widening more the closer he got.
"Either you let me put this on you, or I'll tell Lussuria that I sucked your dick and you liked it. He'll really be all over you then." The prince said with a wicked smirk. Squalo's eyes widened.
"…you wouldn't…" He snarled.
"Oh yes I would! Ushishi~! I'll bet Luss would love to hear about how loud I made 'Squalo the homophobe' moan as I sucked him off on the couch~!"The prince chimed with a teasing flick of his tongue.
Squalo sputtered indignantly. "You-you're a sick little fuck! You're twisted even by Varia standards!"
"Ahhh…Oh fuck Bel…suck me harder~!" Belphegor moaned tauntingly as he ran a teasing hand over his crotch, giving it a self-satisfied squeeze as he openly laughed at Squalo's horrified expression.
"You make me fucking sick!" Squalo snapped, his face erupting into an embarrassed shade of red as the prince's mocking moans brought back very heated memories.
Belphegor just smiled impishly as he held up the eyeliner pencil.
"Eyeliner?"
Squalo's shoulders sagged. Even when Lussuria wasn't around, the flamboyant man still found a way to ruin his life. The older man sighed and planted himself on the edge of the bed, resigned to his fate.
"Fine…" He grumbled. Belphegor's smile widened to the point where Squalo was certain it would split his face as he bounced over, all the while enthusiastically uncapping his accursed eyeliner pencil.
"Now," He chimed as he anchored Squalo's face in his hand and manually positioned his head, "stay still, okay?"
Squalo glared daggers at the younger man kneeling over him, but relented anyway, although he found it nearly impossible to keep his eyes from blinking reflexively every time Bel pressed the tip of the pencil to his skin. After several failed attempts, Belphegor pulled away with a slight snarl.
"Goddammit Squalo! Stop blinking!" He snapped.
"I can't fucking help it! It's not like I walk around with goddamn make-up on everyday, unlike you!"
The prince rolled his eyes exasperatedly as he once again leaned over the older man. "Then just close your eyes, and don't move."
Squalo nodded and let his eyelids slide shut, automatically cringing when he felt the slightly liquidy tip of the pencil on his top lid. If Xanxus or the others ever saw him like this…he was certain he would never live it down.
The two sat in comfortable silence for several minutes as Bel painted Squalo's left eye carefully.
"Hey Squ, I have a question for you." He heard Bel ask absently as he quickly finished one eye and moved to the other, his tone gradually taking on that taunting edge again. Nonetheless, Squalo quirked his eyebrow to let Bel know to proceed.
"How did they feel?"
Squalo furrowed his eyebrows at the odd question.
"How did what feel, exactly?"
He heard Belphegor chuckle as the prince capped the pencil and tossed it on the bed next to him.
"Everything. My skin, my hair, my kisses, my moans…how did they feel?"He asked in a soft, introspective tone. Squalo's eyes slowly slid open to stare at Belphegor, an embarrassing shade of red tinting his cheeks. Belphegor was still looming over him, one leg kneeling on the bed as he stared back at him with curious, probing eyes, and his mouth set in a pensive line. Squalo looked away from the penetrating eyes as he carefully considered his answer.
"Well?"
How did they feel?
Within the safety of his mind, Squalo replayed everything that happened. He thought back to every stroke of his hand through the prince's fine, midnight tresses. The way his hand glided so smoothly across the planes of flawless, buttery skin of Bel's stomach and face. The way his neck and lips tingled after every one of the prince's maddeningly passionate kisses and bites. The way his manhood throbbed at the feeling of Belphegor's body against his as writhed in ecstasy on top of him and the way he moaned his name as reached the pinnacle of his climax…
Belphegor smirked when the swordsman absently bit his lip as he comtemplated their session earlier, his cobalt eyes fluttering closed dreamily.
"They felt good, didn't they?" He said quietly. Squalo's eyes opened again, face riddled with slight shock at his unconscious reaction to Bel's question. He stared the prince down with a frown, adamantly shaking his head in denial.
"No, I already said it. I only did that to prove you wrong, and that's it." He snapped. Belphegor shook his head with a low snicker.
"So, answer me this," He began quietly, "how can you say that you did that just to get back at me, when it's perfectly clear to both of us that it was much more than that?"
The look Squalo gave him then was one much akin to a male deer caught in the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler. His eyes were impossibly wide as realization dawned on him. Squalo sighed in frustration as he lay back on the bed, hiding his face in his hands. Belphegor crawled up on the bed with him, lying down gingerly on his bare stomach next to the older man with his head cradled in one hand.
"It…I…it wasn't like that…" Squalo muttered absently as he tried to piece together an answer.
"I've never seen you be so gentle with anyone, Squalo. I didn't think you had the capacity for it, to be honest…least of all with me." Bel said softly as he combed his fingers through Squalo's bangs.
Belphegor did have a point. Squalo wasn't one for gentle caresses and soft, intimate love-making. He liked things rough and passionate, and it was more than obvious Bel was the same way, perhaps to an even greater extent. But even so, he had never been with someone like Bel… everything he thought was turned on its side now…and that irritated Squalo to no end.
"I just needed to know. I hated being so fucking confused about something I'd always been so sure of. Up until now, anyway." Squalo said absently, his eyes following the intricate patterns of the bedspread.
"And you liked it. Didn't you?"
Squalo's silence told him everything he needed to know.
"Well, this'll give us something to talk about on the way to the party. We've got a long ass drive ahead of us, since the club is right on the outskirts of Southern Paris." Bel said as he hopped off the bed, and made for the door.
Squalo growled as he pulled the younger man back into the room.
"Oh no you don't! We're talking about this right now. Neither of us can afford to be distracted by this bullshit when we have such an important mission ahead of us. Get your ass back in here. Now." He seethed. Belphegor leveled him with a withering glare.
"Well you got your fucking answer, didn't you? What the fuck else is there to talk about?" He snapped as he turned to leave again. Squalo yanked him right back.
"Part of it. And there's plenty to talk about." He said sharply. The younger man rolled his eyes.
"Yeah? Like what Squalo?"
"Like you."
Belphegor started slightly at the curious tone of the older man's voice. Before he had a chance to question him, Squalo continued.
"Why are you doing this, Bel? What's your motivation in this whole fucking thing that's going on between the two of us?" Squalo asked in a soft tone that was so unlike the typically loud-mouthed rain guardian.
Belphegor turned to him with a slight smirk.
"I already told you, the prince is just having fun." Squalo growled as he took a menacing step forward.
"Bullshit. It's never that easy with you Bel, we both know that. Tell me the goddamn truth!"
Belphegor gave him a curious look. After nearly a minute of glaring at each other, Belphegor broke out into a smile.
"My motivation, huh? I thought that was obvious. Ushishi~!"
Squalo shook his head. "Not that obvious, apparently."
Belphegor laughed again. "Squ…you know what I want from you. It can't be anymore obvious. Think about the progression of events and you'll realize what it is. Just think about it." He said softly, his smirk widening into a hedonistic smile as he turned to leave the room.
"You want…" Squalo said confusedly before his eyes widened in shock.
"No fucking way…" He said out loud. "Bel, you can't be serious… we…but we…what?" He finished lamely as he followed Bel out of the room and walked down the stairs with him out towards the garage. Bel grabbed a particularly expensive looking waist-length fur coat out of a random closet, along with a slightly longer leather coat, which he casually tossed to Squalo. The two made their way out to the garage, where a shiny black Mercedes coupe was parked, courtesy of…well Squalo had no idea where the car came from, really. It was there and Bel had the key to it, and that was that.
He had more important things to concern himself with at the moment anyway.
"You want me…like that?" He said dumbly, still trying to digest the shocking information. Belphegor gave him a soft smile as he nodded. "Yeah Squ, I do. Very badly."
"But why? We fight all the time, we…why?"
"Because it would be incredible, that's why."
Squalo shook his head. "How do you figure? I hate you. And I thought you hated me too."
Belphegor laughed as he unlocked the car. "I do hate you Squalo, but that doesn't mean I won't fuck you. And believe me, I would fuck the hell out of you if you'd let me." He said with an indulgent smirk. "And I know you would too, if you had the chance."
Squalo sneered at the younger man as he walked around to the passenger's side. "In your fucking dreams, kid. You had your fun with me, but that's where this all ends. We have a job to do, and that comes first." He said with disdain as he sat in the car and slammed the door closed. Bel slid easily into the driver's seat and started the ignition. The sleek vehicle purred to life with a quiet whirr of the engine.
"I'm not talking about the job right now Squalo, I'm talking about you and me. It's okay to admit you want me now, you know. I'm not going to hold it against you. It was clear that you were more than interested in what I had to offer you earlier, so why do you insist on putting up this front?"
"Because what happened earlier happened only because I didn't want to be in the dark about it anymore. I can admit that, yes, I guess I am attracted to you, in some weird way, but that doesn't mean I plan on furthering anything. No more, Bel." He said derisively. Bel sighed, a small chuckle escaping him.
"So what you're saying is, that if I turned this car off right now and jumped you, you wouldn't fuck me?" The younger man said softly.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. Everything else that's happened so far is one thing, but I'd never fuck another guy. Especially someone as twisted as you. Bel, it's never gonna happen." Squalo said, finality evident in his tone.
"Is that right?" Belphegor said with another chuckle. Squalo suddenly heard the younger man cut the ignition.
"Bel? What the fuck are you doing?" He snapped suspiciously. The light was off in the garage, as well as in the cabin of the car, and without the lights of the gears and speedometer on, it was completely dark. Squalo could just make out Bel's silhouette as the younger man shifted out of his seat, crawling toward him.
"Bel. I'm serious. Stop this now."
"Shut up, Squ-chan." He heard Bel say with a giggle. He felt a weight on him at that moment, more precisely the prince's as he straddled him, wrapping his arms around Squalo's tensed neck.
"Bel!" Squalo barked again. He felt the sinewy arms around his neck tighten in response as Bel's warm breath ghosted over his cheek. "Well you wanted to know what my motivation was, and now I'm telling you. To put it bluntly, I want to fuck you senseless. And I've wanted to for a long time. There. That's my whole reason for everything."
"You goddamn-"
"I knew it'd be pretty easy to get you interested too. I know how wrapped up you can get in things when you can't figure them out, and I thought, 'I wonder how far I could take it if that thing… was me?'"
Squalo remained silent as he thought about what Belphegor said.
"I used to think about this all the time, you know." He said gently as he absently twirled a lock of Squalo's hair around his finger.
"This?" Squalo repeated brusquely. He felt Bel nod against his shoulder.
"Mm. I always used to wonder what it would be like. To be with you, I mean. Especially when you were pissed off about something. The way you would tense up, and the way your voice would just drop after a certain point, it made me hot thinking about it. I always hoped that one day, you would get so pissed that you would just grab me and screw me blind out of sheer frustration."
Squalo's face contorted in absolute disgust at Bel's confession.
"I would never do that to you! What the hell is wrong with you Bel?" He barked as he tried to push the younger man off of him. But Belphegor had himself anchored to the spot, his arms wrapped tightly around Squalo's neck.
"Maybe not then." He said quietly.
"And not now either, you twisted piece of shit!" Squalo snarled as he roughly unlaced Bel's arms and threw the stunned prince back into the driver's seat. He heard the prince hiss in pain as his back connected with the hard wood grain paneling of the door.
"Fuck, Squalo!" He groaned in pain. Squalo turned to the prince, a steely look in his eyes.
"Now you listen, and you listen good goddammit. We're here on a mission. That's it. We're not here on fucking vacation. I have no time to coddle the sick fantasies of a horny, oversexed child who doesn't seem to realize that his current standing within the Varia is at stake because of his recklessness." He seethed at the younger man, who was still laying against the opposite door.
After several minutes, he heard Belphegor chuckle as he shifted back into a seated position and started the car again.
"So that's your final answer, huh? Fine. I'll keep my 'sick fantasies' to myself then. Let's see how long you can keep your hands to yourself. And just for the record, I'm well aware of the importance of this mission Squalo," he started tersely, "I feel no pressure because I knew deep down that if I ever saw Cantatore again, I would slit his throat with a huge ass smile on my face. Mission or no mission. So stop worrying so goddamn much." Bel finished as he revved the engine. Squalo felt a shiver go up his arm at the frost in the prince's tone.
Squalo turned to the younger man seriously.
"Then fine. All of this will stop right now. No more teasing, no more flirting, no more games. Nothing. We'll go in, handle our shit, and then go back to Italy and pretend none of this ever happened. Deal?" He asked determinedly.
Belphegor gave him an odd smile, but after several seconds, the prince relented.
"Whatever you say boss," He said with a dubious tone as he sped away from the house, "Just know that I've got no delusions about what I want. You need to figure out where you really stand in all of this, because believe it or not, you're too far into this to just brush it aside so easily." And with that, Belphegor turned on the radio and turned the dial up to max as he flew down the road at blinding speeds.
Squalo could only hope that the younger man would uphold this shaky, half-assed truce he had called between them. Because honestly, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to control himself if he ever had Bel in such a close, intimate proximity ever again.
After a not only rather lengthy, but also awkwardly silent (not to mention terrifying) drive into the city, Belphegor finally steered the sleek black Mercedes into an almost completely vacant two story garage, flooring the pedal aggressively as he recklessly sped to the roof. Squalo felt himself squeezing the smooth leather of the passenger seat nervously everytime Belphegor rounded a corner.
"Would you slow the fuck down?" He ground out as Bel took a corner a little too sharply and the car nearly turned on its side. The prince rolled his eyes.
"Shut the hell up, Squ. You're not gonna die, so relax." He snapped as he finally turned onto the roof, speeding maniacally towards the end of the parking strip before abruptly turning and sliding easily into an empty space.
With a snarky smirk directed at his now scowling passenger, Belphegor lazily undid his seat belt and got out of the car. Squalo followed shortly, saying a silent prayer of thanks that he made it in one piece.
"So now what?"He hollered over to Bel, who had already begun walking down the stairs towards the sidewalk. The prince looked up at him from his location, a whole flight below.
"Now, we walk." He said simply before turning and continuing his way down.
Squalo sucked his teeth in irritation at that. He hated walking aimlessly. And he still had no idea where this god-forsaken party was. But nonetheless, he quickly descended the concrete staircase and walked over to Bel, who was casually leaning against a lamp-post, arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles.
"Ready?" He asked. Squalo nodded absently, and the two began walking down the surprisingly desolate sidewalk, the tension between them frustratingly tangible. Squalo looked over at Bel. The younger man was stone silent, staring straight ahead with his thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if thinking something unpleasant.
"Voi brat," Squalo began, "I'm still curious about one thing."
No response.
Squalo turned to face his partner, who was still staring hard at the ground, lost in his own thoughts.
"Bel?" He tried again.
Again, no response.
Squalo made an irritated noise as he stomped in front of the prince and waved his hand in his face.
"Vooiii! Hello!" He shouted. Belphegor started, blinking a few times as he snapped back into reality.
"What is it?"He mumbled as the two continued walking side by side.
"You still haven't told me yet." He began in a relatively normal tone of voice. Belphegor gave him a strange look. "Told you what?"
Squalo stuffed his hands in his pockets as he looked ahead. "I still wanna know what this guy did to piss you off so bad that you wanna kill him. I mean, I know it doesn't take much for you to wanna kill someone, but still."
Belphegor's eyes narrowed as he graced Squalo with a displeased-looking frown.
"I told you already, I'm not discussing it." He said with no small amount of irritation.
"I have the goddamn right to know, considering I have to babysit you on this fucking mission, because you 'oh so graciously' volunteered. Is it really that big of a fucking secret?" Squalo said loudly, his lips downturned in a particularly nasty-looking scowl. As far as he was concerned, since he was being forced to accompany the younger man on this mission, he was most certainly entitled to know why Bel personally wanted this man dead so badly.
Belphegor leveled him with an equally fierce glare.
"Yes Squ, it is. It's none of your goddamn business! All you need to know is that he did something he shouldn't have, and I am going to take immense pleasure in skipping rope with his fucking intestines." Bel snapped curtly before abruptly turning his head and walking several paces in front of Squalo, the pointed stiletto heels of his boots clicking sharply on the brick pavement of the avenue.
Despite himself, the older man rolled his eyes with a smirk. Belphegor could be so feminine with his huffy, dramatic mood swings sometimes. And how on Earth was he not tripping in those ridiculous boots? Admittedly though, Squalo thought with an awkward looking half-grimace, they looked quite good on the younger hitman. Belphegor was tall and svelte, indeed like the model he was pretending to be for the night. Squalo doubted that anyone, man or woman, could pull off that look as good as the prince could. But he chalked that up more to Belphegor's cockiness, rather than his obvious physical appeal. Whether it was due to his royal status, or simply his personality, Belphegor was more than a bit narcissistic. Everything he did, he did with the knowledge that he was superior in every way to the 'commoners' around him, and that arrogance poured out of him in rivers.
Squalo knew he himself was arrogant to almost a fault; everyone in the Varia, with their 'demonic' assassination skills, was cocky to some extent or another, because they knew they could back it up. The art of murder came naturally to everyone in the squad, and that quiet (and sometimes not so quiet) superciliousness transitioned into pretty much everything else they did.
But the prince was different. Belphegor fancied himself a God among mortals, and made sure everyone else knew it too. Squalo was certain that little trait in Bel's unabashedly capricious character had nothing to do with the tiny, diamond-encrusted platinum tiara that was conspicuously absent from the younger assassin's dark head of hair.
And, Squalo thought as his lips curled upward slightly at the gentle sway of Bel's slim hips as he walked in front of him, Belphegor honestly had every right to be narcissistic. He was easily the most attractive thing sauntering around in these late night hours, and even if he wasn't, Squalo knew there wasn't a damn thing he (or anyone else for that matter) could possibly say to make someone who thought the world of himself think otherwise.
That unshakable confidence was enviable, truthfully. But even so…
The swordsman heard Belphegor sigh as he jammed his hands into his coat pockets.
If Squalo didn't know better, it seemed that the younger hitman was a lot more anxious about the mission than he was letting on. It irked Squalo to no end that Bel was leaving him out of the loop. On any assignment, no matter how small, Squalo always made it a point to be completely informed as to every aspect of the assignment. Every single piece of information he could scrap together on his target, no matter how insignificant, was stored away in his mind, just in case.
It was more than a little vexing to the older man that Belphegor was completely the opposite. The prince just dove in head –first into every mission, and hoped for the best. It made sense that he fucked up his previous assignment so horridly. Belphegor was reckless and nonchalant about pretty much everything, and his profession was no different. He killed if only to satisfy his bloodlust, rather than to actually complete his mission. If this turned out to be a repeat of his last assignment, Squalo knew Xanxus would take his sweet time shooting Belphegor to death, one piece at a time.
He supposed that it was lucky for Bel that he was the second strongest member of the Varia, after him of course, because that strength was basically the only thing that kept him in Xanxus' favor. His recklessness, not to mention his instability and insatiable bloodlust, made him a rather huge liability in Squalo's eyes.
Squalo felt an immense wave of pressure wash over him.
If Belphegor fucked this up in any way, it was his ass on the chopping block too. Squalo could only sit back and hope that Belphegor didn't let his personal vendetta against Giancarlo Cantatore get in the way of them completing this mission. He wasn't sure what Belphegor had in mind, but this needed to be as stealthy as possible. There was no time for the slow, sadistic torture the prince was clearly intent on bestowing upon their unfortunate victim, no matter how much the man apparently deserved it.
Either way, Squalo thought to himself with a scowl, this was going to be a long night. And to add insult to injury, thunder could be heard in the distance. Squalo's scowl deepened. He was certain it was going to rain again at some point during the evening. The divine powers had found yet another way to ruin his life.
The two continued walking for a while down the walkway, both lost in their own thoughts.
It was after nearly ten minutes of walking down the increasingly uninhabited avenue that Belphegor abruptly stopped dead in his tracks. The former blonde turned to face Squalo, an unusual smirk on his pale face.
Squalo frowned heavily.
"What?" He snapped. At that, the younger hitman turned fully to face Squalo.
"Oh, nothing… I was just thinking about what you said earlier, and I realized that there's just a little something that I'm curious about." He said quietly, his suddenly husky tone making Squalo gulp unconsciously. The younger man sauntered up to him then, pushing him gently towards the opening of an alley.
"Voi! Bel, what the fuck are you doing now? I thought we had an agreement?" Squalo snapped irately. Belphegor said nothing, instead giving him an annoyingly secretive close-lipped smirk as he continued guiding him towards one of the walls in the alley. Squalo's back hit the gray-bricked wall, the concrete scraping lightly against the leather of his coat. Belphegor came closer and closer until he was just centimeters away from the older man.
"What the hell are you doing?" Squalo ground out again around a quickly forming snarl. The former blonde ignored him as he slowly undid the buttons of Squalo's jacket and slid a cold hand inside, running it lightly up the older man's stomach, then his chest, and finally over his neck and into his hair. His breathing was slightly shallow, and his grey eyes were darkened with lust. Squalo felt his own body quickly reacting to the spur-of-the-moment…whatever this was, as well.
"I love how easily you give in…"Belphegor murmured quietly as he leaned in and latched his lips onto Squalo's now exposed collarbone, giving it a playful lick before closing his lips over it and kissing the firm area seductively. Squalo felt an involuntary shiver run up his spine. The older assassin leaned his head back as he bit his bottom lip in order to suppress the groan that was trying quite hard to escape him.
"And I thought we had a deal." Squalo muttered, his breathing rapidly escalating into soft pants as Belphegor planted a series of wonderfully arousing open-mouthed kisses up his neck towards his jaw. The younger man moaned lowly into his neck, absently running his free hand over the opposite side of Squalo's neck to rest on his cheek.
"We do," He heard Bel pant against his neck as he spoke, "this has nothing to do with that, not really."
The skilled mouth left Squalo's neck as Belphegor pulled back and immediately slammed their lips together in a bruising kiss.
The prince slanted his lips against Squalo's repeatedly, wrapping his lithe arms around the taller man's neck and angling his head to deepen the kiss. Squalo felt a warm tongue brush against his bottom lip, demanding entrance, which he readily gave. He was thoroughly shocked however when Belphegor slid his tongue inside his mouth heatedly and roughly pinned him against the wall as he asserted his own dominance in the passionate kiss, greedily tasting every inch of his mouth. Squalo kissed him back with equal fervor; wrapping his own sinewy arms around the younger man's waist and pulling him flush against him.
As soon as he did that, Belphegor pushed his arms away from him, instead grabbing them and pinning them against the wall as well. Squalo gave the prince a curious look in the midst of their heated lip-lock. Belphegor's eyes were open and locked on his own cobalt ones. The younger man pulled away from the kiss with a soft click and smiled again. But it was that smile that Squalo particularly disliked, because he knew exactly what it meant.
He probably wasn't going to like whatever Belphegor did to him next.
And true to that fact, the prince leaned back in for another searing kiss, forcefully shoving his probing tongue into Squalo's mouth as he ground his smaller body against the older assassin's. Squalo groaned as the prince pressed their hips flush against each other, their erections rubbing together through their pants.
Squalo broke the kiss as a low moan involuntarily escaped him, the older man grabbing Belphegor's firm backside to pull him closer, craving more of the heated contact. The prince latched on to his neck once again, laying another trail of sloppy kisses down the taut column of the swordsman's neck towards his shoulder. Belphegor slid his hands inside the thick coat and without a second thought, pushed it over Squalo's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, forgotten. He chuckled quietly at Squalo's baffled expression, but offered no explanation, instead tugging roughly on the leash attached to the studded collar currently around the older man's neck, jerking him back towards him for another kiss.
The two battled for dominance, the frenzied kiss a mess of gnashing teeth and warm, needy tongues. Belphegor broke the kiss nearly as soon as he initiated it, alternating between biting and sucking the older man's bottom lip, pulling away teasingly everytime Squalo tried to reinitiate the kiss. His eyes were darkened and half-lidded as he pressed himself flush against Squalo, trapping the older hitman between the wall and his own smaller body. Squalo felt an inquisitive hand snake its way around to his bare back, kneeding it gently with nimble fingers. Squalo stifled a moan when the kneeding became just a bit more forceful.
The alleyway was eerily silent save his and Bel's shallow pants, and his little groans as the prince continued his increasingly intoxicating ministrations, the younger oddly silent. And then just like that, Squalo felt the wonderfully skilled hands leave his back, and the warmth of the prince's body fade away. The older man cracked open an eye, which he hadn't even noticed he had closed up until then, to see why Bel stopped. The former blonde was watching him thoughtfully, his eyes still heavy with lust.
"Turn around." He commanded abruptly, in a sharp, dominating tone that made Squalo's heart palpitate erratically. Belphegor was still watching him with that inscrutable expression, but it was easy to see that he expected his instruction to be followed, and promptly. Squalo scowled at being bossed around by his subordinate, but reluctantly obliged and turned to face the wall, his body shivering slightly as he felt Bel's slender hands immediately run up his back in that teasingly slow pace Belphegor seemed to favor when he knew Squalo was hopelessly at his command.
He heard the prince giggle quietly as he felt a pair of lips smirking against his shoulder. Belphegor began kneeding his back softly once again, grinding the heels of his palms purposefully along either side of Squalo's spine. Despite himself, the swordsman felt his eyes roll back in bliss as Bel let his balled fists blossom against the small of Squalo's back. The younger hitman's fingernails scratching softly against his bare skin made Squalo's spine tingle, and he barely held in a licentious hiss of delight as the prince bit the junction of his neck and shoulder, letting his sharp canines graze the pale flesh.
"Bel, what…what is….?" Squalo mumbled incomprehensibly over his shoulder to the younger man. Belphegor smiled at him seductively as he gently raked his nails down the taut back, giggling when the swordsman moaned hoarsely, his head hanging between his arms, which were firmly planted against the wall to steady himself.
"Just planning." He heard the prince whisper as he dragged his nails down his back again, a bit more roughly this time. Squalo's body shuddered at the unexpectedly…pleasant, sensation.
"Planning? What the fuck is that suppo-"
"Shhh…" Belphegor whispered in the swordsman's ear as he dug his nails painfully into the bare flesh of Squalo's back slowly and dragged them down, kissing the swordsman's earlobe teasingly. The older man growled at the searing pain suddenly erupting from his bare back, his entire body tensing at the sudden viciousness of Belphegor's actions, the sharp fingernails tearing the soft flesh, drawing thin tendrils of blood in their wake.
"Motherfuck!" The older man yelled, turning around and pushing the grinning prince away from him and looking over his shoulder to inspect the result of Belphegor's sadistic assault.
Belphegor just stood next to him quietly, absently sucking on a finger while watching Squalo reach around to touch his now bleeding back. The swordsman turned to him with a fierce glare, quickly stomping over and roughly shoving him against the wall, teeth gnashing together in an animalistic rage.
"Voiiii…what the fuck were you trying to do to me?"He seethed, his steely eyes narrowed to slits. Belphegor calmly smiled as he ran a slightly bloodied finger across his bottom lip, which was still reddened and plumped from their bruising kisses just minutes ago, his achromatic gaze not once wavering from Squalo's own frigid glare.
"I told you, I was planning. I did that for a reason." He said quietly as he flicked his tongue over the tip of his index finger, still watching Squalo intently.
"Which was what?" Squalo barked at the younger hitman, who completely disregarded his question, and continued to watch him as he cleaned his fingers. Squalo felt his rage begin to melt away, quickly being replaced by desire. His eyes were focused on the skilled tongue repeatedly licking the reddened fingers clean of his blood, the corner of the enticing mouth it called home curled into a lustful leer.
"Do you like pain, Squalo?" He asked suddenly, his voice so quiet that the older man had to strain his ears to hear him properly. The unexpected inquiry nearly threw Squalo for a loop. Whatever lust that had been pooling in his lower stomach immediately dissipated, and quickly turned into unbridled repugnance.
"Not the kind inflicted on me purposely!" He snapped at the grinning prince, but it appeared Belphegor hadn't even acknowledged his response. With that disturbing little smile, Belphegor licked his index finger clean and ran it tauntingly over Squalo's lips, then down his chin, down the hollow of his neck, down his chest and stomach, and finally let it settle on the buckle of his belt.
Squalo suppressed a shiver as he fisted his good hand against the wall. He had no idea what was going through the younger hitman's mind at that moment, but he felt his own mind begin to fog over again as Belphegor raked his fingernails down his chest, lightly scraping over one of Squalo's hardened nipples.
Squalo hissed in half-pain, half-delight at the warm, electric sensation running down to his burning nether-regions.
"Is there a point to this? Or are you just perpetually horny?" He bit out around a groan as Belphegor repeated the increasingly pleasurable motion, but not as aggressively as before. He applied just enough pressure for the motion to leave angry red welts down Squalo's pale chest and stomach, but not enough to draw blood, although Squalo could tell by the jittery trembling of his wiry hand and his somewhat erratic breathing that Bel was trying to hold back his insatiable desire to draw more blood.
"You know Squalo," Belphegor began softly, licking his lips indulgently as he made another vivid red mark down Squalo's chest, "there's a certain… gratification, to be had in just the tiniest bit of pain." He said quietly, barely suppressing a shuddered breath as he ran a soothingly cool hand over the series of now raised welts littering Squalo's front. Squalo sighed in relief. The coldness of Belphegor's hand brought a pleasant sensation over the burning warmth of the scratches he himself had inflicted but moments ago.
"I don't understand." Squalo said, his tone slightly baffled at the odd utterance from the younger man. Belphegor giggled.
"Ushishi~! Oh I think you do, Squ." Belphegor chimed around another hissing laugh, all the while tracing his finger over one particularly painful scratch, looking quite proud of his handiwork.
Squalo growled.
"Vrroiii! We don't have time for this Bel! We have a fucking mission to complete! You can satisfy your weird, kinky urges later." The swordsman said as he smacked the inquisitive digit away.
"Promise?"Belphegor whispered huskily. The two locked eyes; Bel's grey ones flirty and challenging, and Squalo's own cobalt ones taken aback at the unrestrained lust in the younger man's tone and demeanor. He suddenly felt pinned to his spot as Belphegor flashed him a devious little smirk that made Squalo want to tear off his clothes and do unspeakable things to him. But outwardly, he leveled the former blond with an acidic glare.
"Not on your life, you twisted little fuck. Now look who's the one who can't keep his goddamn hands to himself." He snapped tersely as he backed away from the smiling prince in order to collect himself.
Belphegor frowned slightly as he too pushed himself away from the wall.
"Jesus Squ-chan, and you say I'm fickle with my moods. For the record, we've got a shitload of time. Cantatore won't be there until at least one-thirty. So no need to be punctual." The prince said casually as he bent over to pick up Squalo's coat, dusting it off gingerly before handing it back to the older man, who snatched it back irately.
"Fair enough. But you didn't explain yourself yet." Squalo said as he slipped his coat back on, hissing when the interior lining brushed against the open scratches on his back, courtesy of his scratch-happy partner. Belphegor said nothing, instead offering him a cryptically impish little grin before turning and nonchalantly waltzing out of the alleyway.
"Hey! Answer me goddammit!" Squalo barked as he stomped after the shorter hitman, who was idly sauntering down the street with his hands folded behind his back, that irritatingly teasing smirk still in place. Squalo walked quickly to catch up with younger man until he finally fell into step beside him, glaring darkly the whole time.
"I'm waiting for an answer." He snapped while impatiently jamming his hands into his coat pockets again. Belphegor made a little noise, like he was considering whether to answer or not.
"Hm..." He hummed lightly, his grin shrinking somewhat. After several seconds, he spoke.
"What did you want me to answer, exactly?" he inquired casually. Squalo rolled his eyes at the prince's blasé attitude.
"Well for one, why did you feel the need to drag me into an alley to rip chunks of skin off my fucking back?"
Belphegor gave him a dumb look. "Oh please Squ-chan, you've endured worse than that, stop being such a fucking baby." Squalo gave him an incensed glare.
"It's not that I can't tolerate it, it's that you did it for no fucking reason!" He screeched at the younger man, who just smiled.
"It wasn't for 'no reason', Squ-chan." He said simply.
"Then tell me." The older man snapped. Belphegor sighed exasperatedly as he rolled his grey orbs dramatically, as if this conversation was becoming taxing for him.
"Because I wanted to see how far I could push you before you freak out. Physically, I mean." He said honestly. Squalo gave him a look that clearly said he had no idea what that meant. Belphegor looked away from the older man as he contemplated his answer.
"I mean…I had to know what you could tolerate. People attuned to this sort of lifestyle have pretty open minds about everything, especially about the concept of pleasure versus pain. I justed wanted to see where you stood, tolerance-wise," Belphegor said with an oddly neutral look on his pale face. A small smile wormed its way onto his face, his eyes perfectly unreadable.
"There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain, Squ. A simple scratch can feel so good if you apply enough pressure," he began as held up his hand in front of his face to inspect his fingernails, "but it can also be quite painful if you scratch too hard. It all depends on the other person. The human body has a funny way of registering sensations. It fascinates me how even the most intense pain can somehow become unbearably arousing. The way something as negatively perceived as pain can serve to excite someone so completely…" He trailed off, biting his bottom lip as he shivered. Squalo barely suppressed his own shudder.
And he wasn't sure if it was because he was creeped out or turned on. Or perhaps both.
"And that proved something else too."
"What?"
Belphegor snickered as he turned to Squalo, his Cheshire cat smile glaringly wide.
"That little deal we made back in the car was total bullshit." He chimed whimsically, trying and failing to hold in a round of hissing laughs at the withering glare Squalo was giving him.
"Don't look at me like that Squ-squ, you know I'm right. It was your idea to end this little back and forth between us, but when it comes right down to it…you don't really wanna stop either, do you?" He asked seriously, his eyes focused on Squalo.
The swordsman felt his breathing hitch at the look on Belphegor's face. For once there was no teasing smirk or grin, no laughing or giggling. His face was perfectly unreadable, but his eyes were searching. It felt like those stormy grey eyes were penetrating Squalo down to his very soul. He felt naked and vulnerable under the intense scrutiny of Belphegor's stare, as if the prince could see even the tiniest insecurity, the most subconscious desire, everything Squalo was trying to keep protected down in his very core.
He looked away quickly, releasing the breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding, frowning when he heard Bel chuckle quietly.
Squalo's eyes fluttered closed as he felt Bel's smooth hand slide up the back of his coat, letting his wiry fingers trail gingerly over several of the vicious scratches he had inflicted. "We always desire what's forbidden, Squalo. No need to be ashamed. It's just human nature."The prince said thoughtfully.
The older man stifled a moan when Bel pulled his hand back out, giving his bum a good squeeze before pulling completely away.
"We're here." The prince said simply, pointing up to a tall, nondescript-looking skyscraper. Squalo turned to him skeptically.
"Are you sure? It looks like an ordinary building to me." The younger man nodded.
"The top three floors belong to the club," Bel informed as he entered some sort of code on the callbox next to one of the doors, the door buzzing loudly. The two entered the large, affluent lobby of the building, Bel casually walking towards the chrome elevator doors opposite from the entrance.
As the two stood waiting for one of the elevators to return to the first floor, Squalo chanced a glance at his younger comrade. Bel was tapping his booted foot on the ground idly as he stood waiting; arms folded across his chest as he watched the numbers on the screen above the elevator door descend gradually. He was getting fidgety; the former blonde kept sighing, distractedly curling his hair every so often and licking his lips to keep them moist.
He seemed…restless, to say the very least.
After several moments, the elevator finally arrived and the two hitmen quietly filed inside. The back of the large, opulent elevator was made of polished plexy-glass, granting the two men a rather spectacular view of the entire city of Paris. Squalo was not one to fawn over such silly things as lights, but admittedly, he could see and appreciate the simple magnificence of the lively Parisian nightlife.
He noticed however that Belphegor seemed relatively indifferent to the splendid view. Squalo imagined that since his family had a house just outside of the city, Bel had obviously been to Paris so many times he had been thoroughly desensitized to its beauty.
He doubted the younger man would appreciate it even if it had been his first time.
"Hey Squalo," Bel began suddenly, not taking his eyes off of the Eiffel Tower, which could be seen perfectly in the distance.
"What?" Squalo muttered quietly, also observing the picturesque view.
"Do you remember when I first joined the Varia, and I had trouble sleeping those first few months?" He asked with an odd look on his pale face. Squalo turned to him with a strange look.
"Yeah, I remember. Why?"
"Do you…do you remember when I always used to come to your room when no one else was home, crying about monsters in my closet? And how you always let me sleep with you to shut me up?" He asked, his face still holding that cryptic little frown.
Squalo's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Yeah Bel, I remember. But what does that have to do with anything?"
Belphegor turned to him then, his expression completely indecipherable.
And then, he smiled.
It wasn't one of the obscenely huge, shit-eating grins the prince was known for, nor was it one of those malicious little sneers Squalo had grown used to receiving over the course of the day. It was just a small, simple smile that bordered on a smirk and it puzzled the older man beyond belief.
Something shifted in that moment. Squalo wasn't sure why everything suddenly felt different; he could feel the previous coolness in the small room dissipate. The air suddenly felt warm, almost electric. Squalo swore that the heavy feeling in the small room was almost palpable. His senses were on overdrive. Everything became so vivid all of a sudden; the texture of the glass, the wetness of the singular bead of sweat trailing down the back of his neck, the slight stinging of the bloody scratches that littered his back, the subtle and expensive aroma of Belphegor's cologne…everything. He felt so incredibly tense, whether from nervousness, anticipation, or something else, he was unsure.
As soon as it appeared, however, the oddly benevolent little smirk was instantly gone again as Bel shook his head.
"I don't know. It's…nothing." He said quietly, his face melting back into that inscrutable expression as he once again turned to stare out the glass back of the elevator.
The elevator continued it's ascension to the top of the skyscraper for several minutes, the two men inside staring out at the city of Paris in tense, awkward silence.
"But just remember one thing Squ." Bel said suddenly as he the two rode up.
"What's that?"
"As of right now, you belong to me. Anything I say goes, and I mean anything. Understand?" Belphegor asked quietly, his steely eyes locked on Squalo's with a hard, penetrating stare, as if silently daring the older man to say otherwise.
Squalo was so completely taken aback by the prince's declaration that he could only manage a dumb nod of his head at the prince's authoritative tone. He openly grimaced when Belphegor's lips morphed into that smugly impish grin that Squalo loathed with all of his being.
The elevator suddenly 'dinged!' signaling that they had arrived. The younger hitman gave the humiliating leash around Squalo's neck a firm tug and dragged him through the elevator doors. As he followed the prince out, Squalo tried to stave off the irresistible urge to groan into his palms in frustration.
Hopefully 'anything' wouldn't be too big a deal for him. But somehow, as his eyes began to adjust to the miniscule lighting and pulsing music, he had a feeling things weren't going to go smoothly for them.
Not in the slightest.
Finally! The long awaited party has arrived! Will Squalo be able to handle himself, not to mention Bel?
I'll try to update this story more regularly, but like I said, I make no promises.
Oh and a word of caution. From here on out, this story is going to get pretty dark, and there will be some strong sexual content. And by some, I mean a lot. So if you're not comfortable with fetish/BDSM themes (Or are too young to know what that is), I would highly recommend not reading any further. Just putting that out there, so no one gets any unpleasant surprises.
With that being said, Read and Review guys!~