A/N: Another chapter coming soon! Enjoy~!

Tsuna was so fidgety anyone would think he was high. But of course, he himself, let alone Reborn would never let that happen.

"Don't worry, he can take care of himself."

The aspiring Vongola Tenth relaxed a little at Reborn's words. Ah Reborn, he always knew what to say, and when to say-

"Besides, if he dies then the Varia will be disqualified. It'll be a default win. Although that's not good for your training..."
"REBORN!"

Meanwhile, back at Namimori Middle School, interrogation was about to commence.

"The prince would like to know why you keep staring." It was a blunt way of asking, but the blonde boy fully intended to offend the nervous bomber in front of him.

"That's what you wanted to talk about? Tch, don't waste my time, bastard." Gokudera felt flustered. Secretly, he loosened his grip on his dynamite. But only slightly.

"Ushishishi~ so you don't deny it then." By now Belphegor, thoroughly amused, decided that he was going to play with this brash kouhai. He'd always loved games, and the boy in front of him was looking more and more appealing...

Gokudera glared up at the prince, hate burning in his eyes. It was too late to even pretend that he hadn't been staring. Instead, he had to think fast. "D-don't flatter yourself. I was merely analysing the damage I did to you the other day. It makes me feel a sense of accomplishment."

If Belphegor felt any emotion other than amusement, it didn't show. "That's a little cruel isn't it?" He leaned in enticingly so that his nose was inches away from Gokudera's. "Or does sadistic foreplay turn you on?" The prince licked his lips slowly, suggestively, invitingly.

The silver haired boy's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. He was left speechless for a moment and Belphegor waited patiently for an opening. Finally, Gokudera's brain started working again and he parted his lips slightly to give the prince a piece of his mind. It was the perfect opportunity for the blonde to strike.

In an instant, his lips came crashing down onto the young bomber's. They were soft, supple and experienced, whereas Gokudera was the complete opposite and stood paralysed. Every molecule in his body wanted to push the prince off, knowing how disgusting the current act was. But it just felt so good, and a fourteen year old's body only has so much control over itself. Belphegor's eyebrows knit together slightly, unimpressed by the lack of response, yet he persevered and continued to move his lips against Gokudera's in soft rhythmic motions, fully aware that he was not restraining the younger boy in any way. He deepened the kiss by placing a hand onto the back of the silvernette's neck, pulling him in closer whilst leaning in himself. Gokudera felt a hot tongue force itself on him in and unintentionally granted access. Only then did he respond by moving his lips too, perfectly in sync with the prince's. They only parted for oxygen, a small string of saliva between their mouths. Belphegor looked down at the hot panting boy.

Gokudera jerked away abruptly.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? You bastard! You pervert! You creep!" the silvernette allowed an endless stream of profanities fall from his previously occupied lips and ceased only after he realised it was not helping the situation. If looks could kill, Bel would have died a hundred times already. The glare Gokudera gave him was enough to deter Xanxus himself, but the prince stood unfazed. Belphegor remained perfectly stilled, only feeling slightly confused as to why he had enjoyed that so much, but then again, he wasn't the only one...

"Now now~ Don't act so tough, you liked it~" Belphegor grinned.
"Don't be stupid!"
"You did~"
"I-I'm not into that... kinda..."
"It still seems like you enjoyed it~"
"N-no... I didn't..."
"Oh yes you did~"

This conversation (if that's what you'd call it) lasted a few minutes with the bomber becoming increasingly frustrated (and doubtful of his sexuality) whilst the prince... well, the prince remained provokingly nonchalant.

When Belphegor finally grew tired of the argument himself, he placed a hand over the cloth covering Gokudera's throbbing member and squeezed. Hard.

"Your erection says otherwise~"

Gokudera let out a small gasp before slapping a hand to his mouth. He would've shoved a stick of dynamite down his throat and died right there. He would've, really, if not for the amazing hand job he was receiving.

The fiery look in the bomber's half lidded eyes... the way his lips parted slightly... his soft pants... the beads of sweat just beginning to form on his brow... Belphegor groaned quietly and felt his own pants tighten. His hidden eyes began to dilate with lust.

"S-STOP IT!" Gokudera pleaded, but all begs of mercy were ignored as Prince the Ripper unzipped the bomber and slid a hand inside. The passionate gasp was undeniable as the blonde slipped his hand underneath the boxers and engulfed the silvernette's entire member in his palm. Belphegor felt it twitch as he let his fingers dance along the shaft, pumping to the rhythm of unheard songs, squeezing occasionally to draw another sweet gasp or sensual moan from the younger male.

Just as Gokudera felt all the heat rush between his legs... just as he was about to be sent over the edge... just as he was about to plunge into euphoria...

Belphegor removed his hand.

The withdrawal of soft skin and his throbbing cock left unattended was enough to draw a small whimper from the boy. As a small sign of mercy, Belphegor yanked the bomber's pants and boxers all the way down. Gokudera hissed as cold air hit his stiff member, but it helped relieve him of the unbearable burning sensation. But only a little. He was still incredibly disappointed, much to his own disgust.

"Hey kid. Let's play a game~" the prince chimed.

Gokudera had never been more terrified in his entire life.

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