Fran had gone to the doctors, and got a pill that was supposed to make the infection go away. Then again, he was just going to get stabbed again so what was the point of fixing this one wound?

Walking back into the Varia headquarters, he frowned. It was.. silent. Was anyone even home? Looking around the large room, Fran shifted uneasily on his feet. They wouldn't have all left without him. Levi could have handled a mission himself, depending on what it was. They didn't need the entire group to leave.

Walking through the hallway that led to the kitchen, Fran sighed quietly.

"Shishishi..~" Hearing the familiar laugh, he froze, standing in the middle of the hallway. An arm came at him from behind, wrapping around his neck when a chin moved to rest on his shoulder.

"Franny Frog, where have you been?" This time, the laugh sounded directly into his ear. The sharp edge of metal pressed against the side of his neck, making it impossible to move away unless he wanted to get stabbed.

"I was making sure that the hole you put in my arm wasn't going to mean I was going to have to lose it, fake prince." He spoke in an almost bored tone, as if the knife at his throat didn't bother him at all, when in truth, he felt like he was about to start trembling under the pressure of the knife, and the prince at his back.

"You're going to need that arm for later." Belphegor's voice had gotten oddly quiet, and held a hint of a serious tone in his voice. The always playing prince was just messing with Fran, or at least that's how he saw it.

"Maybe if you would stop sticking things into me, then I wouldn't have to worry about losing limbs." Tilting his chin up to the best of his abilities without getting himself cut, Fran let a quiet "huff" past his lips.

"Shishishi. I can stick many different things besides a knife into you, Froggy." Wrapping his other arm around Fran's shoulders, Belphegor leaned on him, making Fran all too aware of the close contact.

The prince just continued to laugh, his cheek resting against the right side of Fran's face.

"Fran! Bel! You're on guard duty while the rest of us go kill off some off Millefiore!" Xanxus yelled at them before the sound of a slamming door could be heard through out the entire building.

Fran jumped at the unexpected noise, causing the knife at his throat to dig into his skin. Blood trickled down his throat, and Belphegor started laughing again.

"Shishishi. The jumpy frog prince." Laughing quietly, Belphegor leaned over Fran and pressed his lips to the wounded neck, licking up the blood that spilled down his throat like a cat with a bowl of milk.

Fran stiffened. Where the hell had that come from? "B-bel-senpai.. What are you doing?!" He felt like wiggling around until he could easily push Belphegor away, but with the current situation, he doubted the prince would be happy with that situation. And any way to avoid getting stabbed wound would be the best way he could go.

"I'm cleaning up the mess that you made." Bephegor laughed before allowing his tongue to travel across the red line that had just moments ago been traced into Fran's skin.

Fran stood as still as he could, small shudders making their way through his skin every few seconds.

The knife that had been in Belphegor's hand dropped to the ground when he cupped Fran's face in between his hands, tilting the others face upwards so he could have better access to the wound. The trembling body he was holding didn't lift a finger to stop him, and that amused him even more.

Fighting against Belphegor would have been pointless, especially when, a moment after deciding that the blood on his neck was getting boring, he put a knife through the shoulders of Fran's jumper and pinned him against the closest wall.

"Bel-senpai, what are you doing?" Flushed, Fran wiggled against the wall, trying to get free.

"Just.. tying up some things." Laughing, Belphegor turned away from Fran and headed out of the area, his right hand holding a knife tight in it's grasp.

Groaning quietly, Fran attempted to escape from the knives again, only succeeding in ripping the jumper even more. "You stupid fake prince!"

He huffed and let all of his weight fall, only causing the holes in the jumper to get bigger. Standing on his toes so it wouldn't rip anymore, Fran tilted his head back and sighed. The prince had trapped him again, except this time, in a worse situation than before.