The warm water rippled over him as he showered now, mind flickering to the tired figure in his bedroom. The porcelain skinned limbs tangled in his sheets, the hair messed up into bed head from rolling around in his sheets, from having his hands caressing him like the precious rare chance that he was. Delic body swayed slightly, feeling those hands of the prince's on his skin. He could feel his need rising, his heart bursting through his chest as he leaned back, the water running down his chest.

It was good to have a good late night lay. It was good to know he was loved. Good to finally feel that affection running through his veins. He turned, grabbing the soap and lost himself in the music playing in the shower.

Would Hibiya be laying there waiting for him when he got out? Hibiya wasn't one for being cuddly off the bat. He was more of the fuck and run type. Did he get all the attention that he needed at home? It must be interesting to get your siblings to make you feel at home, to make you feel like you belonged so easily.

All Delic could offer was his own company, often late from work, often stinking of sex and alcohol. Needless to say, he would be more than willing to give up the sexing. No one in his experience had ever made him feel like Hibiya did. No simple hand to his chest made his body heat up like a wildfire. No one ever brought this sense of home to anywhere in his life.

He liked it. The feeling of waking up to the golden light pouring through his window, already warmed by the small figure clinging to his chest; he loved how the prince cuddled up to him in his sleep. He loved the soft expression that swept over Hibiya's features, every worry, every sign of frustration and anxiety vanishing to leave only the most tender, sleeping face of repose.

It was so captivating to him. He had to reach out last night to trace the line of his jaw, to run his thumb over the prince's cheek. A small smile had flickered for a moment onto the man's face, like a fleeting dream amongst a dream. It had made his chest flutter inside him. Delic had watched it for the longest time, scruffy, stinking of sake and tobacco; he had forgiven the prince.

He realized he had never wanted to upset the prince so much as he had wanted to be the prince's only one. He had wanted to be the one that the prince ran to, that he knelt before and pledged his devotion for.

Delic paused in the midst of scrubbing his chest to think. How much attention did the prince normally get? Did Psyche and Izaya really make him feel at home enough? Was there room for him in the prince's life?

But then again, Hibiya had run to him. He had been upset at seeing the host with another person. All of those emotions that had run across his face, that visage promising wrath and punishment hadn't been just for show. There was something there. Something that perhaps the prince was not as in touch with as he could realize; Delic wanted to show him.

His body stirred with the urges at that thought.

He wanted to return to the bedroom and show him just how strong of a love that prince held inside of him. There was an overwhelming urge to return to the other room and present the feelings through conversation, through lovemaking, and through any other method that he could think of. He would polish the prince from the tip of his crown to his entrance. He would ensure that the prince would never be able to move an inch without thoughts of him on his mind. He wanted so much to make sure that Hibiya's mind revolved with him as one of the forefront thoughts.

Even as he climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself; his thoughts drifted over his royal lover. He stepped into the bedroom only to be met with a body running into his. Arms immediately wrapping around what had run into him, he looked down to the see the disgruntled face of the prince.

"Good morning to you as well, Hibiya."

"Sticky. Move."

Delic felt a flicker of possessiveness run through him at the sight of the cum still on his face. They hadn't slept long so it made sense that he was still slightly sticky. He pulled the towel from his waist, wiping at the naked prince's chest as he sealed his lips with Hibiya's. He ran a hand down the prince's back as he felt the prince melt into his embrace.

The dark hickeys marred his neck as Delic looked down at him, trying to see the prince's face again. Settling for rubbing his back soothingly, he listened to the approving hum before Hibiya shook his head, "I need to shower."

"The bathroom's all yours, Hibi-chan," he purred. "I'll be making breakfast if you feel the need to have my company." And with that, his arms released the prince, sliding smoothly from his being, one hand going to pull his chin up, giving him privy to the groggy, awakening look of the prince. Delic leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against Hibiya's, claiming the sweet intoxicating cavern as his own before pulling away, hands leaving that body to head quite shamelessly towards the kitchen, merely grabbing some boxers on the way out the bedroom door.

Of course he head seen the prince's dear blush, the flood of color that flooded his face and caused his hands to reach up to his bruised lips, the glint of approval in his eyes, trying desperately to hide behind the scowl adorning his features.

Quickly enough, he had the boxers on, he was before the stove, spraying the pan to the stove and cracking eggs. He was spinning around to grab the milk and bread. In the not so far distance, he could hear his music still playing for Hibiya. Whistling, he almost didn't notice the slight tug on his waist, the arms starting to wrap around him. He almost didn't, but he did smile slightly, hands ghosting over the prince's arms and stroking them.

"…What's for breakfast, peas- knight?"

"omelets and toast."

"Peasant food."

"Protein and fiber food," the host murmured, turning around in the prince's arms to lean down and kiss him, "exactly what we need to push us through tonight."

Hibiya's blank look, covered in surprise, was the response he got. "Did you expect to be doing something this afternoon?"

"Dinner, something meat related, cooked medium rare with some of the finest greens and rice, coupled with a long hot and cold dessert followed by some kind of after dinner entertainment," his seductive undertones promised that 'entertainment' entitled something of the vulgar variety, making Hibiya's mind swim with images of the night before. "Perhaps some film to help us relax into the evening."

"…as much as I would love to do so, I should be returning to my own residence." He looked away, clearly flustered. "Psyche would be heartbroken if I was not in attendance at the household to protect him from our cousins. Izaya-san and Roppi-san are quite cruel to him and as for that lazy cur, Sakuraya…"

Delic wrapped his arms tighter around Hibiya, swaying to the music playing from the bathroom, "I'll call Psyche-chan. He's my best bud, he'll let me have you for the nigh-"

"I promised Roppi-san that I would help him with-"

"Dinner tonight." The host declared in a decided tone, "We'll go somewhere private, where Izaya and Shizuo will never find us, somewhere where it will be just you and I." He spun with the prince in his arms, "I won't let anyone judge my prince, because you are the best, most amazing part of my life."

The prince blushed, pushing at him before Delic continued.

"For a pompous, arrogant prince."

"You slanderous, vulgar, filthy Neanderthal!" Hibiya smacked his chest, glaring up at him with outrage illuminating his features, a deep flush to his cheeks making it hard to take him seriously.

"It's a good thing I'm just as arrogant, hmm?" Delic swept him up again, kissing him deeply. The response was immediate, with the prince's legs wrapping around his waist, his arms latching around shoulders. They fell against the table, Hibiya's lips demanding with no reserve. Just like him, Delic thought.

They rolled, destroying the kitchen chair as they collided with it, falling from the table with Delic taking the brunt of the force. Hibiya's hand went across Delic's face. They both paused at the sound. No, Delic wasn't hurt. It wouldn't hurt him even if it had been Hibiya's high heeled boots. Delic rolled them over, slipping his boxers down and running his hands up the prince's arms. His hands gathered the prince's, keeping them in place above his head, his gaze ran down to the towel blocking him from his prey.

"How dare you block me from my love," Delic glared down and Hibiya visibly swallowed, bemused by his placement in this situation. "Frivolous towel."

"No!" Hibiya's face burned as he saw what the host was doing now, removing the towel, "Don-"

"Hush, I will remove this so we don't have to suffer from it again," and with that, it was gone, replaced with the heated gaze of the host's. "Oh yeah, I'm going to have to call this in, I'm suspending you from your throne for making me wait for this."

~.~

[Psy. Hibiya's helping me pick out curtains for my living room. He'll be home in a few hours.]

Psyche frowned at his phone, closing it before looking over at Tsugaru and laughing, "Deli-chan is picking out curtains with Hibi-chan! Yay! They're getting along!"

Roppi scoffed, "probably went to yell at the man and ended up burning the scumbag's curtains down."

Izaya snorted, "since when do Neanderthals have curtains? I figured the public at large boarded up all the Heiwajima residences' windows."

"Hey! Tsu-chan," Psyche was quickly interrupted by Roppi.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Opium addict must just be so sweet and kind, plowing you into the floorboards of his house every night." Roppi pretended to vomit behind the couch.

"Oi!" Izaya glared over at him, "NOT on my wood floors. Go to the toilet. Or better yet, go vomit in Tsu-chan's place."

"That's so mean!" Psyche cried, running for the door, "I HATE YOU GUYS!"

"Idiot." Roppi crossed his arms. "Can you believe this shit, 'zaya? Running off to that disgusting-"

"Working, go pester Namie-chan."

"Not worth my time, I'll be knitting if you need me."

"Ah, finishing your noose?"

"Yeah, can't wait to strangle your slutty ass with it."

"Such love, I love you too Roppi."

"Can't wait until New Years, just think, we get to spend it with all those Heiwajimas just because of dear Psyche-chan!"

"Remind me to slaughter a sheep on the last full moon before the wedding."

"NAMIE-"

"I HEARD!" Namie yelled from the bookshelf next to Izaya, "I'm standing right here, you fucktard!"

"So cruel!" Izaya shook his head, "Roppi, did you hear her?"

"She should get a raise."

"Oh! Oh!" The informant clutched his chest, "So cruel! How will I survive?"

The door opened as Roppi turned to leave, revealing Hibiya. The prince slightly disheveled.

"Hibiya."

"Ah! Finally the prince has come! It's a dream come true! I can finally live happily ever after! Can we kill Shizu-chan first though," Izaya asked.

"Oh, shut up, both of you. I'm not in the mood to entertain your folly."

"I'm never in the mood for Izaya's folly, but I deal with it because…" Roppi paused a moment before finishing, "I enjoy giving his issues to the highest bidder."

"So cruel!" Izaya exclaimed.

Hibiya rubbed his neck, going to sit on the sofa and motioning at Izaya's secretary to fetch a cup of tea for him, something of which she was anything but willing to go and receive for him.

"So Hibi," Izaya smiled, turning towards the windows of his apartment. "How are those curtains?"

"What foul curtains are you talking about?"

"…"

"…" A grin began to form on the informant's features as he practically felt the prince tense, face turning pale.

"…Needy stupid host, can't even lie for shit. Probably fucking some woman in an alley like the rest of those Heiwajimas do."

Hibiya leaped at the savior excuse, "Was there some kind of message from the foul cur? We should change our number again."

Izaya shook his head, "Well then, as long as we don't have a Heiwajima/Orihara epidemic on our hands, I suppose can return to business as usual."

"I have knitting to attend to."

"Do be sure to clean the bathroom after you finish cutting, peasant. I do not relieve myself in such unsanitary conditions," Hibiya remarked curtly.

"And make sure the noose isn't too weak, when you kick the chair away, you want it to be able to hold your wait until you stop breathing," Izaya said with a wave of dismissal.

"…assholes."

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A/N: Miss me? Nah~ Anyway, little something something. Didn't feel up for smut so you get the next day. XD

Almost done. One, maybe two chapters left. New Years is all that is left. Anyone who read Tsukishima and the New Years knows what Roppi is actually making.