I still don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! T_T….

This is going to be awkward. Me, THIS fan fiction.. While watching the family channel. Hey I wonder if something will go horribly wrong and the TV will switch to BelSqualo Yaoi! :O *Stares at tv in hopes*

Chapter Two

Truth or Dare… Bel Style

Again, the prince lay in his bed panting. The dreams were growing constant, and the prince was getting annoyed. But this was not about the dreams anymore, it was now about the fact that he wanted the feeling of Squalo's hands all over him, for Squalo to abuse him, lust for him the way he did in his sick, twisted masochistic dreams. His wet dreams that he continued to have for the past few nights, that made him restless. He wanted it, and a prince should have his way, always.

Squalo laid comfortably on the couch, planning on how he was going to destroy Yamamoto the next time the met, when he heard a familiar, frightening laughter from behind the couch.

"Ushishishi…" Bel rose from behind the couch.

"VVOOII!? What the hell do you want now?!" Squalo looked at the prince over his shoulder. When the prince made no response, he yelled the same question. Bel hadn't been out of his room for a few days, but occasionally he heard knives being thrown around, and severe panting. Masochistic bastard, he thought to himself.

"It's boring around here. You're no fun…" Bel frowned, but quickly picked up his sadistic grin. "Play with me, Squalo-kun."

"Belphegor, you're a freak. Who the hell would want to play your games!" Squalo twitched, feeling that this wasn't going to be a peaceful evening. He then noticed something as he looked past Bel's bangs. He was staring directly at him, with something in his eyes that he couldn't define. It startled him, and then he thought about it. He was bored, and what better practice for fighting Yamamoto, then to fight Belphegor?

"Play with the prince…" Bel whined.

"Shut up! Fine, what do you want to play?" Squalo asked, annoyed. Bel's Cheshire cat like grin widened.

"Hide and seek, Squalo-kun. Let's play that." he smiled sadistically.

"VVOOII! I don't like child games, you idiot!" Squalo didn't understand Belphegor. Really, Hide and seek? How ridiculous was that. He wasn't a child anymore, though he could very well act that way.

"Fine. Truth or dare?" Bel's Cheshire cat grin sent chills down Squalo's spine. Squalo ran a hand through his silky, basically white hair, thinking about this. What the hell would be the point of truth or dare, much less with only two people. As always, Bel was ridiculous.

"What the hell would the point of that be?!" Squalo fumed.

"Shishishi… afraid of a game, Squalo-kun?" Bel said in a seducing tone. Squalo's face tinted pink, before he prepared to go on another outburst.

"Fine! I'll play your stupid game!!" he yelled, crossing his arms as he sat up on the couch. Bel jumped over the couch, landing on the cushion on all fours like a dog, inches from Squalo's face. Remembering the… dreams, he quickly retreated to the opposite side of the couch. They sat in silence for a moment, and then one of them spoke.

"You can go first, ask the prince truth or dare, hm? Shishishi…" Bel grinned.

Squalo sighed, "Truth or dare, Belphegor."

"Dare." Bel said, grinning wider and wider every moment. Squalo thought to himself how ridiculous this was… wait a minute, it was brilliant. He could make the prince do anything. Ideas rushed through his head, trying to find what one to go for first. He looked away from Bel, who was staring at him amused.

"…Alright. I… dare you to let me cut you for what you did a few nights ago." Squalo said, deciding his revenge. At this, Bel leaped from the couch.

He took of his coat, revealing his striped shirt. He stuck his arms out like an airplane, and grinned like mad. What a great dare that would benefit both of them.

"Slice me, then! Squalo-kun!" Bel encouraged.

"Tch." Squalo stood, disgusted and excited himself, by Bel's enthusiasm to be cut. Squalo grabbed his sword from under the couch, he always had it near him.

"What are you waiting for?" Bel frowned. Squalo did not hesitate to slice directly across Bel's chest, cutting through the shirt, and blood splattering over Squalo's cheek.

"Ushishishi, Squalo-kun… you really know how to cut." Bel spoke seductively. "My turn, Ushishishi…" where to start, the prince wondered. So many places he could start, if Squalo picked dare. Even if he picked truth, there were things Bel could make him tell him…

"Truth… or dare?" he said the word dare like it was the most exciting thing in the world. This made Squalo regret agreeing to playing this game, but he'd also regret stopping so early in.

"…Dare." Squalo didn't want to sound like a coward, because Bel truly frightened him sometimes. But somehow he liked that… which was completely besides the point.

"Oh?" Bel leaned forward, grinning. "Are you sure?"

"Y-Yea obviously, I'm not a coward." Squalo leaned backward.

"Ushishishi…" Bel thought for a moment before he told him the dare. "I want you to do whatever I ask for a week. Princes orders you could say…"

"Absolutely not!" Squalo replied immediately, that was absurd. He'd be dead in the first few days, tortured to death! Not that a small portion of him wouldn't mind that…

"But you agreed to play… don't make the prince cry." Bel made a frowning face, which was soon overcame by a giant grin.

Squalo smirked. He'd be damned if Bel cried. All he ever did was smile, otherwise sarcastic expressions. Something was truly wrong with that guy… but Squalo didn't mind it.

"Fine. Whatever you want, prince." he said sarcastically. Bel's grin disappeared for more than a moment, the dream. Oh how what he said reminded him of that dream. Bel moved uncomfortably on the couch, feeling a slight erection.

"My turn, then." Squalo said, watching Bel. The Cheshire cat grin returned, and so did the cold feeling in Squalo's spine. "Truth or dare?" "Truth, Ushishishi…" Bel said, wanting to see what Squalo would come up with. Squalo noticed this, and got slightly annoyed.

"Voi, that's not fair!" Squalo protested. "I have nothing to ask."

"Think of something, the prince will get bored if you don't…" Bel whined, still grinning.

What could he possibly ask for that would require a truthful answer? He wasn't interested in Bel in any way… though he was feeling… you could say, concerned about Bel's heavy panting and groaning he heard through the thin walls. It invaded Squalo's sleep. Deprived him. It was annoying.

"Alright. Truthfully, answer this: Why do you keep groaning in the middle of the night?" Squalo asked, sitting back as he analyzed Bel.

They coursed through his mind, making him harden more than the sudden small flashback that happened a few moments earlier. This was unfair, his pants felt tight. And he felt… hungry. Blood lust, of course; he assumed.

"…" the two sat in silence.

"Well?" Squalo had his arms crossed, wondering why such a simple question could not be answered. Such a simple, easy question.

"Dreams." the prince stated.

"What kind." Squalo dug further, getting interested at Bel's hesitation to answer, and such a small answer at that. It wasn't normal for Bel. Well if normal existed for Bel, this wasn't it.

"…Ah.. About…you." the prince lowered his head.

What had Squalo just heard? It must have just been a dream about him being annoying for the 'poor innocent prince'. Who apparently didn't deserve to be annoyed or bored.

"Alright…" Squalo sat up slightly.

"…" Bel kept his head lowered, his erection still there.

"Bel?" Squalo's brow furrowed. No response. "VVOIIIIIIII! Moron?!"

No good Bel thought, the prince needed to satisfy at the very least; his blood lust. He leapt onto of Squalo, pushing him down on the couch with force. Underneath his bangs, his eyes burned with hunger. Blood lust. Even more than that, he desired something he couldn't identify but it made him unbelievably hard.

"Voi! What the hell are you doing?!" Squalo whimpered slightly as Bel pulled a knife from the back of his pants, and grinned. He would have cut him, but he had a different plan. He threw the knife to the side, and as Squalo struggled he saw an opening. His bare neck, calling to Bel. He immediately nipped at Squalo's neck, making him thrash more on the couch under Bel's restraints.

"B-Bel-kun?!" Squalo thrashed. "Belphegor!?--" Bel bit Squalo's bottom lip enough to draw blood, with that he smirked, drawing back and then leaning forward again to lick the blood dripping from Squalo's bottom lip, every last bit. Squalo blinked rapidly, not understanding. All he could do was blush.

"W-What the hell?!" he thrashed a little more, in attempts to get loose.

"You said you'd do whatever I told you to… for a week." Bel grinned that Cheshire cat grin. "Obey the princes orders, Ushishishi…"

Squalo didn't know what to do, he felt like he was being molested. That was basically what was happening here.

"Superbi Squalo…" Bel whispered into the mans ear as he leaned down. "Make my wet dreams a reality… the prince demands you do so. Entertain me, please me."

"W-What?!" Squalo's eyes widened.

"Please, abuse me." Bel begged, settling himself properly atop of Squalo.

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Suri: Well, this was great to write. The next chapter will be full of what Bel wants according to what I have to say! ;D

Bel: …the prince gets to be amused?

Suri: *pats Bel's head* yes Bel, the prince will have LOTS of fun… *evil laughter and lightning in background.

Squalo: *Sweat drop*

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