"Is there anything you have to say before I kick you out of my apartment," Delic asked, trying to keep his composure. He had just had his private home violated, his lay for the evening ruined no doubt going to complain to everyone that the infamous host was on ball and chain to a cosplaying loony, and above all that, after the rotten as hell day, this so called prince has the gall to come right up to him on his high horse and slap him across the face.

…then again he had taken the boy's virginity. That was most likely the reason why this dear prince wasn't getting a prostate exam from his shoes as he kicked that royal pain in the ass from his apartment.

Hibiya crossed his arms and stared right back at him with those deep mocha colored eyes. "You are an arrogant, oblivious piece of filth; therefore it is my duty to make sure you see your place."

Spoken like a true arrogant asshole.

Delic looked up at him a moment before pulling out his cigarettes, "get out and go home."

The prince looked at him incredulously, "…excuse me?"

"I said, get out and go home. I'm sure the royal band wagon should be able to still drop by to pick you-"

"Hold your tongue, plebian!" Hibiya's hands found his hips as he grew more furious looking, his eyes blazing in outrage.

It made him pause as he finally lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"I said that I was going to make sure you saw your place and I meant it."

"Yes, you are the one wearing the fancy tights and gloves, you must be much more accomplished than myself." Delic leaned back and pulled the cigarette from his lips, watching the pink smoke spiral into the air. "I have no desire to fight with you tonight. You took away my quick fuck so that leaves me with smoking and going to take a long shower before bed. My plans don't include hearing you yell at me."

The smoke wafted through the air, spiraling, moving towards where the prince stood. It caressed the skin Delic knew for a fact was softer than any silk or fabric, more unblemished and perfect than any woman or man he had ever met. Those mocha eyes looked at him silently as hands moved to fiddle with the golden cape.

"I came for another reason…"

The host shut his eyes, leaning back. "Be that as it may, princely, I don't expect it to be so important that you couldn't just have Psyche tell me. Hell, Izaya could have passed the word along. We see each other often enough in my particular business."

His words stirred something behind the golden orbs looking upon his visage. Hibiya remained silent for only a moment before speaking, "…you sleep with Izaya-san?"

"Nah, he's a little bit too snake-like for my taste."

"Oh…"

Delic lifted his head back up a bit, returning his cigarette to his lips as he surveyed the prince closely, "What would it matter who I have slept with?"

"…You are no longer allowed to lie with just anyone," the words were so quiet Delic had to sit up. What the hell did that mean?

"Excuse-moi? And just why am I not allowed to pound into any old person that I so choose?"

The prince shook his head a moment before turning, "Forget it, this was a bad idea."

Oh hell no, he was not going to let the man come and ruin his night only to walk out like it was nothing. He stood up, dropping his cigarette into a nearby ashtray, the smoke still in his mouth as he shut the front door as Hibiya started to open it. He pressed that body against the door and kept him trapped there.

"A bad idea," he murmured against the prince, lips by the prince's ear. His hands skimmed down the smooth royal attire. "And what, may I ask, was a bad idea?"

"…Let me go…"

The smoke came forth from his mouth still, making the prince in his arms shiver. Delic tilted that head up to meet his gaze and waited, "…I would like answers as to why my personal home was intruded by a hostile prince."

"Then I'm afraid you are going to be sorely disappointed."

Disappointed? He would like to think not. His arms tightened around that slim frame a moment before he was carrying the prince bridal style towards his bedroom. Not that the man would ever come quietly, arms pushed at his chest, legs kicking valiantly to keep him from having to go where the host would take him. His eyes were wide in shock and filled with mixed emotions.

"RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT!"

"I could release you, but that would mean a cold shower and we appear to only have hot water this evening."

"LET ME GO!"

Delic looked at him a moment before laughing, "you say that, but your eyes tell another story, little prince."

"Little? I am not little, you beast! Release me at once!"

"Why are you here then, Hibiya." Delic set him down and waited. His patience was beyond thin, it was shriveling as he felt fatigue taking over his motor functions. He was tired and wanted to sleep, but this prince was keeping him up now. A prince, of whom, was currently fidgeting uncomfortably before him. "Spit it out, Hib-"

"I missed you."

"…What?"

The prince swallowed his anxiety, looking up at the host. "I conceded that I missed you."

They remained in silence as his words sunk in.

"…Am I supposed to forgive and forget now?" Delic started to shake his head when the boot hit him. The host collapsed to the ground, wheezing a bit as tears pricked his eyes; it had been a while since he had been hit roughly there.

"I said I missed you. I don't miss people, peasants or royalty. I don't care about anyone more than I should. I don't long to see any of my subjects. But you…" He moved closer and held the host's face in his hands, "you keep making me want you more and more…"

Delic smiled at him boldly, still pissed about his pained groin. "Bit horny?"

"I don't just want you for a quick… for those vulgar things."

Hmm? Delic shook his head, "It won't work. You have your princely… I host, isn't that a vulgar, next to prostitution profession for a partner?"

Hibiya nodded, "it's a disgusting career, but I don't care. I don't know why, but I feel as though you should be pardoned from such a profession."

Delic pulled him down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around the prince. "pardoned?"

Hibiya scooted forth slightly, biting his lip as he looked at him.

The duo remained like that a moment before Hibiya's lips pressed softly against the host's. Fierce need rippled through them as Delic rolled them to the apartment floor, his tongue delving into that dangerous territory. Tongue dominating over the submissive mouth before him, his hands skimmed across the clothing blocking his path. Air was lost, not that either party took notice. Hibiya's hands dug into the back of the host, one sliding up to run through Delic's mussed hair.

"I'm sorry, Delic…"

The host felt as though his body was set to boil at those words, his heart raced as his body moved as fast as it could. His need level rose at how breathless the man sounded.

"I was cruel to my own knight…"

Delic nipped and suckled on the prince's lower lip, forcing Hibiya to stop his regret and morose thoughts in lieu of moaning and squeaking. He squeaked, a light and endearing sound that made his blood run south. "We'll have to see about you making it up to me then, won't we?"

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A/N: -typing frantically- Busy busy busy busy busy... Weaknesses update here I come...