"I have returned…" Hibiya shut the door behind him and trudged forward, disposing of the shoes he was wearing at the door. He sighed, combing through his, unfortunately, crownless head.

It had been so stupid to let that commoner get to him, he should have known that it would bring him nothing but trouble. He had waited all day. ALL DAY in front of that door and for what? He shou-

"Welcome home." A pair of arms wrapped around him warmly and Hibiya looked up only to have his face burn in embarrassment. The calm blue eyes looking down at him were shocking to the very fibre of his being. Hibiya felt like he was drowning. Tsugaru's eyes… his face… It was just…

Tsugaru's grip on him burned, as though he was completely on fire. His affectionate gaze was endless. It was like looking out into the ocean, into an endless chasm. It promised things. He wasn't sure what exactly those things were, but nevertheless they were there.

Hibiya found himself much resembling a fish out of water. The man thought he was Psyche. Oh, that was bad, that was so so bad…

"I hope you don't mind, Psyche, but I thought since you were going to work late tonight that I would surprise you by bringing dinner for us." He nuzzled against his side and back, making Hibiya's blood run cold as he kissed the back of his neck. "I will even watch whatever you want us to watch again… although let's leave the pornos for Delic-san."

"Tsu…" Hibiya mewled at the feel of the blond's arms around him. He shivered at the embrace. This… this was completely inappropriate!

"I apologize," Tsugaru pulled away a bit, "was this too much?"

Why couldn't Delic be like this? Hibiya looked over his shoulder at Tsugaru and felt tears prick his eyes. He shook his head and pulled back. "I… um…" Damn it he was a prince! He should never be speechless!

"Psyche~ What happened?" Tsugaru cupped his face, those eyes filling to the brim in worry. "What's wrong?"

Stop it! STOP CARING!

Hibiya shook his head, taking a step away from the warm blond.

"Psyche-san… Psy-chan~ please tell me what happened." Tsugaru pulled him back and hugged him tight, successfully making Hibiya feel like breaking down. He hugged Tsugaru back and buried his face into the man's yukata.

"I'm sorry…" Him, apologizing. This was what? The second time this day? Sort of?

Tsugaru looked at him a moment before chuckling, "I love you Psyche. There's nothing to forgive." He wrapped his arms close and Hibiya shut his eyes, shaking his head, tears rolling down his face, only to be kissed away by the blond.

The world was going to burn. He was going to pay for this. No one would forgive him. Psyche would kill him.

But…

His lips were met by the blond's, his arms quickly wrapping around the man. He kissed the man back They intertwined, falling onto the couch. Their lips split only for the blond to work his way down the man's body. Hibiya shut his eyes, running his hands through the blond mane before him. He couldn't stop himself, moaning softly into the room. He felt his face burn, a mixture of his shameless wantonness. He wanted this to be someone else. He was using his brother's lover for his own selfish dreams.

What would anyone say looking upon this scene? Would they understand his need, how far he had lost himself with his virginity to the blond host. Would they hate him, using his brother Psyche's true love Tsugaru for his own personal gains. He looked down at that fathomless love, that unwavering trust and adoration.

Why?

Why couldn't he have that too? Why must he be alone? He loved humans just as his brother Izaya. He felt love, maybe he wasn't the most forthcoming with it, but he held love in his soul.

"I love you, Psyche." The words poured forth from the blond and Hibiya felt the tears run down his face harder.

What Psyche had… Did he even understand it? Did he know how lucky he was? If he had… if he could hold a fraction of this absolute loyalty and devotion from another person… Hibiya was certain that he would cling to it with all that he was worth.

He would wrap his hands around it and hold it with more strength than even Shizuo held within his being.

Hibiya felt the blond content himself to kissing. He littered his body with the simple pressing of his lips. It was so innocent, so simple, but for the look in Tsugaru's eyes; it seemed as though he was connecting himself to the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world.

Hibiya could only feel his insides turning to ice, his shame and guilt building with his arousal. He couldn't believe himself. He had been so proud. He had been the best, most proper and ethical prince that had ever existed.

How was it that things on the top seemed to fall harder than those on the bottom?

His pride had no doubt been his downfall, his ego turning the milk sour so to speak. He had ruined everything for himself and Delic. He had been the one to throw the towel in just as things had turned good.

Tsugaru's affectionate gaze looked up at him again and Hibiya felt his sobs choke him. He didn't want it to be Tsugaru under him. He didn't want to see blue where magenta should be. He didn't want to settle for just these naïve, innocent hands. He wanted…

He wanted those expert hands, with years of experience under their belt. He wanted those arrogant magenta eyes that sang with forbidden promises and prohibited lust. He wanted the roughness. He wanted…

He wanted Delic.

He needed him.

Hibiya felt his resolve grab ahold of him, pushing the blue-eyed man away and scrambling for his room. He gave no reasoning to the man. He sprinted to his room. He shedded the clothes from his body

His crown sat silently on his dresser. His cape hanging shamefully from a chair. The prince clothed himself in his usual attire, resting his crown back on his head. His feet carried him back threw the house, past Tsugaru and a returned home Psyche. He ignored them completely. He put his shoes on and slammed the front door shut, breaking into a run as he exited the building.

His breath turned into panting, his cape billowing out behind him as he ran. He jumped over a group of people using a nearby lamppost, leaping from the roof of a car. Ignoring the honking of cars, he sprinted forth. He ran over a bridge, leaping from one side to just barely manage to land on the bike of the mysterious black rider.

"SHUT UP AND DRIVE TO HEIWAJIMA DELIC'S APARTMENT!"

The bike rider reached a hand behind them, showing him a phone.

[Address?]

Hibiya stole the phone away and typed frantically, slipping the phone back into the person's hand before holding on tight. The bike neighed loudly as the rider turned in a dangerous spin, driving faster than was most likely safe.

That was good though, Hibiya could feel the adrenaline running through his veins. He didn't want it to end. The adrenaline was giving him courage. It was setting him forth into something that he knew that he wanted more than anything he had ever wanted before. He felt the streets blur passed him. The black rider and himself traversing the modern forest lands of 'bukuro, going passed the dark corners of the world, the lights of truth showing them the way.

The lights flickered in a pattern, the edges of Hibiya's mind screaming at him to turn back. For him to return to his throne. He could be happy alone. It would be as it was before.

He didn't want that anymore. He was a prince, getting whatever he pleased. He wanted Delic, therefore, was it not his nature to get the man.

Hibiya didn't wait for the bike to stop before the host's apartment. He jumped from the speeding bike and ran for the door, throwing it open, scaring the bejesus out of apartment owners as he sped passed them. His eyes watched up and up and up as he ascended the stairs. He skidded to a halt as he reached the man's floor.

Throwing the stairwell door open, he ran down the hallway.

Locks on the host's door?

Pfft, he was a prince! There was no such thing as locks!

He pulled out his royal blade and stuck it into the lock, in a matter of seconds hearing it click. He threw the door open, not minding for a moment that there was someone on top of the host in the living room.

Hibiya fixed the man on his host with a death glare. An aura of destruction written upon his every feature. "Out."

He was a prince, he would have what he wanted and no one was going to get in his way.

The boy on top of Delic scrambled for his clothes, running passed the prince. Delic himself looked thoroughly drunk. His once proud clothing hanging on him with wrinkles. His face wore a blush of intoxication. His eyes darkened in misery. "What the hell do you want Hibiya?"

Hibiya moved forward. He stood in front of the man. He looked down at him. The disgusting alcohol smell, the face in need of being washed, Delic was in sorry shape. Hibiya nonetheless felt his love threatening to burst from him. He stared down at the man and did the one thing he knew would get through to the man.

He watched the host look up at him and wait for his response. He ran his gaze over him.

…and with that attention, Hibiya slapped him hard across his face.

~.~

Psyche wrapped his arms around his beautiful blond lover and kissed him repeatedly, forcing him to fall onto his back. Tsugaru blushed darkly, looking away, "I still don't get it, Psyche. Why did you make me do that?"

"Hibi-chan is lonely. I wanted him to see how much we love each other and want a piece of that for himself!" Psyche undid the blond's yukata belt and slip the white clothing away from his bronze chest. He leaned over, running his tongue up the man's chest, earning himself moans of need from the man.

"Ps-psyche…"

"Mmm…Tsu-chan is delicious~ I just want to eat him up again and again until he's just a moaning mess on my floor. Then I wanna have some tea and then do him again and again." Psyche kissed his standing proud erection and Tsugaru's face burned scarlet. "Does Tsu-chan want only Psy-chan? He didn't fall for Hibi-chan or Saku-chan, did he?"

"Never Psyche!" Tsugaru looked at him as if disgusted by the mere thought.

"Yay!" Psyche took him into his mouth and they heard the front door open.

"OH MOTHER OF- PSYCHE! DON'T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH!"

"IZAYA! OF ALL THE SHIT TO SAY TO HIM THAT IS WHAT YOU DECIDE TO SAY! I THINK I'VE GONE BLIND HERE!"

Roppi ran for his room as Izaya glared at the lovers on the floor. "Come on Psyche. At least do it somewhere private. You're both on my chessboard. There's precum all over it now."

~.~

A/N: WOOO! GO HIBIYA!

Tsugaru: Wait? What just happened here? Shouldn't Hibiya have kissed him?

Psyche: Yay! Tsu-chan and I are having fun!

Izaya: -stares at chessboard silently- …

Roppi: -scrubbing eyes-

Tsugaru: Shall I tell them to review?

PI: Nah, I think the readers get it by now. They know the drill.