Delic was a brilliant lover. His past lays would kill to have them back in bed. Hell, he'd even had Psyche ages ago (not that Tsugaru should ever be told of such a thing). He knew exactly where to touch. He knew exactly how to connect with the bottoming person.
…he also knew a virgin when he saw one.
Obviously, the other night he had gone easy on Hibiya.
Revulsion went through him at the thought, his fists clenching as he realized what he had done. He had just ruined such an act of affection for another person. Given, it was Hibiya; spoiled, pompous, self-centered Hibiya, but still…
No one deserved that.
"Common- Delic?" The prince touched his back and Delic shook his head, hiding his eyes behind his bangs. He stared at his hands, at himself. He didn't deserve to be in here with him. It was like it always had been.
He just wasn't good enough.
The thought sent him careening back into his old depression. Just how far he had come, only to feel as alone as he had before. It felt worse than he had felt when he was a child. When he was set aside like an old toy, in lieu of his brothers.
He was so angry, so distraught.
"Delic, you're shaking." The prince pushed at him a bit. "What the hell is wrong with you? Not that I mind your pathetic invasion ending…"
Invasion…
That was a good word for it. God, he was such an idiot. He had taken something precious from Hibiya. He had taken it and for what purpose? He was upset that they weren't trying to have a relationship? Since when did he have such close relationships? There was only him and himself at this point.
What had happened to there being no need for anyone else? He wasn't so needy, so desperate as his brothers.
He was fine on his own.
Yet…
He felt the prince push at him and volts of electricity went through him as their skin brushed. He wanted to devour the prince, to take him and never let anyone see him. He wanted to keep him for himself. No one else could see the prince so vulnerable.
He wanted it all.
He wanted to lick, suck, bathe, laugh at, cry over…
Why he wanted so much from the prince, he wasn't sure.
Tsu-chan makes me happy. He could have dated Tom-chan and I would still love him!
These emotions coursing through him felt like more than that though. He didn't want to see anyone else with Hibiya. He didn't want to think of anyone else touching this royal pain. The thought of such a thing made him want to kill the person. Be damned who it was.
This… this possessiveness… obsessive instinct, it scared him. It made Hibiya the most dangerous person he had ever met.
And this man knew so little about his power that he held with that regal presence.
"Hey! I am speaking!" The prince huffed. "Ignorant commoner! Pay attention when I speak! I do not have time for your pathetic inner squabbling. I have to go to be-MMPH!" Those mocha colored eyes widened in shock as Delic kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around the man and surrounded him.
Who the hell cared anymore? He wanted something.
He was Heiwajima Delic, he took what he wanted.
The heart of this prince sounded pretty decent a want at the moment.
And so, like the professional that he was, he coaxed at the prince. Egging him to respond, Delic moved gently against him. The prince's hands fought, resistance against the knight. He grabbed those hands, stopping them from their weak assault, from their attempt to push him away. The tangled headphone wire around the prince made it easier. The prince fell back, falling against his bed. His lips darkened, bruised with his kisses. Delic didn't speak. His eyes glued to those lips; that face…
Mine.
He wanted it. He wanted Hibiya.
Those damn clients at work were nothing. They were… were peasants! Yes, they were peasants and he wanted a prince.
"Prince Hibiya…" His voice sounded breathless, even to his ears. The man looked up at him a moment before shutting his eyes.
"Get out. Get out of my room. Get out of my life…Get out of my thoughts, you stupid knight…" the man shook under him, making Delic pause.
"Hibi…"
"I can't…I can't stand it. You're so stupid. You're so annoying. You're such a filthy peasant."
The words stuck a nasty chord, making him furious, but…
It sounded like the man was broken.
"Why don't you leave? I don't want anyone. I'm not desperate. I am a prince! …just go!" He grabbed the sheets from nearby and shook violently under them.
Delic leaned back and sighed, "Hib-"
"GO!"
Delic lifted the prince up, tossing the sheets aside and ignoring the adorable squeak of protest from the man. He slowly unwrapped the prince from the tangle of wires, setting the headphones on the nightstand. He looked at the raven-haired man and sighed. He had gambled before, it was worth a shot. "…I love you, Hibiya."
A moment of silence went through the room as Hibiya stared at him, shocked.
"Y-you what?"
Delic fixed his jacket and zipped up his pants, sighing. "I said I love you, you spoiled prince."
"…What?"
Delic stood up, grabbing the headphones and heading to the door. "I love you, Hibiya. I probably should have just admitted it from the moment I woke up with you in my apartment. Must have been too slow," he looked over his shoulder at the man, "clearly you don't feel quite the same way."
Hibiya stared at him as the man turned, heading out the door.
"I remember/ the moment/ you told me/ I love was lost/ and ooh/ how it's bitten me/ into pieces." That voice, that low, addictive, seductive, gorgeous low voice sang the words and Hibiya felt crushed.
Without thinking, he was on his feet and chasing after the man. "DELIC! WAIT!"
But the host was out the door before he had found the courage. Hibiya stood there, bare as the day he was born, staring at the door as if his very soul had abandoned him. As if his prince status had been stolen, it hurt.
It hurt to breathe.
It hurt to think.
He was in so much pain.
Why didn't the host understand what he put him through? Why didn't he know that he kept invading his thoughts, making him suffer from want and things of vulgarity?
"Ooh~ I love that song that Deli-chan was singing!"
Hibiya turned only to find his brothers all sitting on the couch, staring at him.
Roppi clapped, "congrats, you're officially breaking house rules. We agreed there would be no streaking through the house unless Psyche forgot to do laundry again."
Psyche pouted, "one time and you all are complaining."
Izaya sipped at his tea and smiled cunningly, "so you and Deli-chan."
"Stop calling him that," Hibiya shook in anger.
"I told you both that he loved Deli-chan!"
"You did, Psyche. We should have listened when you were talking about Deli-cha-"
"I SAID STOP CALLING MY PEASANT BY THAT NAME!" Hibiya covered his mouth as the trio looked at him.
"My peasant," Roppi stood up and sighed. "I can tell this is leading to a fight. I'll be in my room if you need me."
"Night Roppi!" Izaya smiled at him with Psyche.
Psyche went further into trolling, "don't let your cutting wounds snag on your clothes tonight! We don't wanna visit Shinra!"
"Fuck you, Psyche." Roppi gave the middle finger before disappearing into his room.
"Well isn't he just delightful!" Izaya stood up and yawned. "Well then, I am going to bed. Hibiya, please settle your arousal. I know my face is beyond compare, but really there's no need for tha-"
"PSYCHE I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Hibiya yelled at the pink-loving man and stomped forward.
"Oh my, violence." Izaya sat back down and wiggled in place, "alright, I'm comfy. Continue."
Psyche blanched, "Wha-"
"You drugged me you worthless peasant!"
"I was just tr-trying to make y-you hap-ap-"
"BULLCRAP! YOU JUST WANT SOMEONE ELSE IN SO CALLED FUCKING LOVE SO THAT YOU CAN RUN OFF WITH THAT DAMN TSU-CHAN~!"
Psyche inched behind the couch. "I'm s-sor-"
"You're sorry? You're sorry- oh, well that makes all the difference! Clearly, I am just fine now because you are sorry."
"Flail a bit, Prince Hibiya. We need more drama," Izaya smiled as he spoke, clearly enjoying himself.
"Iza-chan!" Psyche looked at him fearfully. "help me!"
"Don't go looking to Izaya for help! I'm going to get back at you for this!"
"What are you going to do?" Psyche was practically sobbing.
Hibiya faltered, "…I haven't decided yet… BUT WHEN I THINK OF WHAT I'M GOING TO DO TO YOU, YOU WILL BE SORRY YOU EVER CROSSED HIBIYA ORIHARA!" With that, Hibiya spun on his heals and stormed to his room, ignoring the sarcastic clapping of Izaya.
Psyche turned to the informant and sniffled, "do you think he will be mean?"
"Well, Psyche-chan." Izaya stood up and wrapped an arm around the man, "you have done what I usually avoid. Although, if you ever go into the trolling business, I may have to throw in the towel. You successfully trolled Hibiya into a state of utter embarrassment. He got caught running after a Heiwajima in his birthday suit. Cudos. That was talent."
"So…I'm okay?" The magenta eyes looked at him, his face full of hope.
"Oh no, he's gonna kill you." Izaya walked towards his room and waved lazily. "Good night, Psyche!"
"…w-what?" Psyche stood all alone in the living room a moment before running as fast as he could to his room, locking the door behind him.