"Hayato-kun?"

Looking over his shoulder at the blond boy curled up on the futon, Gokudera sighed. He gripped his pen tightly, clenching his jaw; he had to finish off these mission reports and give them to Tsuna, and he wasn't going to be able to do that at this rate; Bel couldn't seem to shut up today.

"What." Hissing the words, Gokudera's green eyes narrowed at the younger.

"The baseball brat said he would bring me more morphine, but he hasn't given it to me yet." Stretching much like a cat, Bel then curled up on his side. "Get me morphine, Hayato-kun."

"I'm not your fucking slave!" Gesturing to the plate of good beside the futon, the Vongola Storm growled. "I already fed you, haven't I?! Get the morphine yourself!"

"Hayato-kun, my leg is broken." Smiling, the boy rolled onto his back. "Be a good peasant and follow orders."

Throwing his pen at the blond, Hayato then stood up and left the room; he couldn't concentrate at all with the younger around. However, before he could get far down the hallway, Yamamoto called out to him, the taller male having come out of his own bedroom.

"Yo, Gokudera." Catching up to his friend, Yamamoto cocked his head to the side. "I had to go out and get some more morphine; we were far shorter on stock than we thought. How's Belphegor?"

"As annoying as ever. Can you overdose him and get him out of my hair?" Scratching at his face, Gokudera sighed.

Smiling, Yamamoto shook his head. "He's really not that bad, Gokudera. I like him."

Well aware of the fact that Yamamoto had often been seen hanging around comfortably with the Varia's prince, Gokudera scowled. "Traitor…"

"I like Belphegor. Once you take the time to get to know him, he's pretty laidback." Gesturing to the paper bag in his hand, Yamamoto moved closer to the bedroom door. "Can I go in and give him his medicine?"

"Whatever… I'm going out to have a smoke. Feel free to drug him to death or some shit…" Without waiting for a response, Gokudera left.

Yamamoto rubbed the back of his neck as he opened the door. Looking in, he found Bel laying on the futon with one arm crossed behind his head, the other in a sling against his chest. The blond tilted his head to the side at the older male's approach, his devious smile crossing his face.

"Do you have my morphine, baseball brat?" Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Bel grinned. He was feeling a little sore, but it was nothing he couldn't handle; he just liked the highs the painkillers gave him.

Yamamoto nodded, moving so that he could kneel next to the teenager. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a few bottles and a syringe. "Our nurse prescribed a few more medications for you, too. I'll give you the morphine first."

Grabbing the syringe, Yamamoto uncapped one of the bottles before he filled the needle with the liquid inside it. When it was ready, he was gentle as he took hold of Bel's arm, sliding the sleeve upwards so that he could inject it. Bel made no sound as it pierced his skin; he simply watched with a crazed grin on his face.

"Ne, Takeshi?" Looking up into the Japanese male's face, Bel cocked his head to the side. "Why does Hayato-kun carry lube everywhere he goes? He had it in Sweden, and now it's on his bedside drawers."

Yamamoto gave a soft laugh as he shook his head, scratching his cheek in uncertainty. "You should talk to Gokudera about that, Belphegor."

"I did. I asked him what he uses it for, but he won't tell me." Reaching out to accept the pills the older male was passing him, he swallowed them all without water before he said, "He acts like there's some big secret or something behind it, but all I can think of is that he uses it with his bombs somehow."

Truly surprised that he was having this conversation with the teen, Yamamoto frowned; this was not the conversation he would be holding with the Belphegor of this timeline... "Well… It's kind of private, and… I really shouldn't discuss someone else's private life. You'll understand it one day, Belphegor."

Not understanding why no one was telling him something as simple as what Gokudera used lube for, Bel couldn't help but sigh; why would they want to hide it in the first place? "…"

Now that Bel had had his morphine and other medicine, Yamamoto patted a blond head before he stood up. "You should lay back down and get some rest. Dinner will be ready soon. I'll bring it up for you."

With a nod, the blond let himself fall down onto the futon. He rolled onto his side, pulling the blankets over him tightly. "Can you tell Hayato-kun I want to eat my dinner with him?"

"Sure." Smiling at the younger, Takeshi then left the room, closing the door behind him. Though he knew that Gokudera wouldn't grant their guest his wishes, he would still pass on the message anyway; maybe by some miracle, the Vongola Storm would eat with Bel.

~~XX~~

To Bel's disappointment, Gokudera had left him all alone until it was time for bed. Even then, the silver-haired male hadn't bothered to acknowledge his guest in the slightest; he had simply changed into his pyjamas and climbed into bed.

While Gokudera didn't seem to have any problems falling asleep, Bel wasn't that lucky; as tired as he was, he just couldn't seem to fall asleep. He wasn't overthinking, nor was he feeling particularly stressed; he just was having trouble dozing off.

Rolling over onto his side so that he could look out of the giant window, Bel sighed. He stared out into the dark skies, watching the faint outline of the trees swaying in the wind. He closed his eyes, trying once again to fall asleep.

"Ughn…"

Lifting his head to look over at Gokudera's bed, Bel frowned as he heard the other moan; was Gokudera hurt? "Hayato-kun? Are you okay?"

Gokudera didn't respond; he simply let out a groan.

Laying on the futon for a while longer, Bel hardly even realised he was becoming completely absorbed in the sounds his Vongola counterpart was making; all he knew was that, when he finally snapped out of his stupor, it was to a strange feeling in his groin he had only felt a handful of times before.

Cocking his head to the side, Bel looked down at his lap. He could feel his pants getting tighter, but he couldn't work out why; why were such every-day sounds making him feel the way a handful of things ever had before?

Trying his best to link together the times this had happened before, he found no correlation; this was nothing like the time he had seen Squalo naked just after a shower, or when he had walked into his boss' office and found Xanxus with his hand down his pants.

Was it just random, the things his body did, or was there some very, very faint link that even Bel couldn't pick out?

Pushing himself to his feet, Bel dragged his bad leg across the floor in order to leave the room. He stumbled often, and the journey was slow, but eventually he made his way to his target's office; he had to figure out what was going on with his body, and he knew that the Vongola Decimo wouldn't say no if he were to ask for help.

Not bothering to knock on the door, Bel pushed it open with no regard for the other's need for privacy. Finding the brunet seated at his desk, the boy didn't say a word until he had curled up on the couch near the fireplace, soothed by the comforting warmth of the flames.

"Why aren't you asleep, Belphegor?" Tsuna looked as tired as Bel felt, but the Vongola Decimo was pushing through stacks of paperwork. He seemed as dedicated to his position as Squalo was, the Varia Swordsman constantly swamped by mountains of paperwork that their boss was too lazy to even glance at himself. "You shouldn't be walking around on that leg with no support; you'll make it worse."

Waving a dismissive hand, Bel shook his head. "I am a prince; my leg will not worsen so easily."

"Can I help you with anything, Belphegor?" As tired as he was, Tsuna wasn't sure he was in the mood for dealing with Varia's psychotic little brat; he wasn't in the best of moods as it is, and he wasn't sure he could trust Bel to not annoy him further.

Nodding, Bel made himself more comfortable. "I have a question."

"About what?"

"My dick." Ignoring the way Tsuna's eyes widened as the brunet gasped, Bel continued on. "It's doing a weird thing again."

"…" As if finally coming to terms with what was happening, Tsuna slowly raised his hand to his mouth. "Belphegor… You're sixteen…"

"And?"

"You should already know about this. Hasn't Squalo or someone told you?"

Shaking his head, Bel shrugged his thin shoulders. "Why would they?"

"Because it's obviously something you don't know, and you need to know it." Moving to sit on the couch, Tsuna prepared himself mentally; he had never really been one to discuss such matters with others, but…

If Varia hadn't already taught the boy, then no one else would.

"How often have you felt like this?" Careful to keep distance between them, Tsuna spoke in a gentle tone.

Humming thoughtfully, Bel cocked his head to the side. "Not very often. Sometimes I wake up like it, or my pants are really sticky and wet. I asked Mammy once if that was normal, and she said yes. She wouldn't tell me anything when I asked why it happens, even when I tried to pay her."

"That happens because…" Rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish manner, Tsuna sighed; why was this so difficult? "…Because you're a teenager, and teens have lots of hormones… When does it happen when you're awake? Has it ever happened randomly?"

"Hmm… Sort of. But without the weird feelings, like tonight."

"That's completely normal, Belphegor." Rubbing at his face, Tsuna sighed. "It means that you're sexually healthy."

"Sexually healthy?"

"Yeah, you know what sex is. …Right?" Suddenly doubting this, Tsuna could understand why the other would be so naïve; Bel lived only for pain and bloodshed, and given the group of men who had raised him, if the blond did know anything, the odds were that his understanding of sex was so misconstrued, it would be a similar result if he were raised on porn.

"Sort of. I've heard Lussu and Squa talk about it heaps before, but it never really interested me because when I asked, they said I wasn't allowed to use my knives or kill them until after I was finished. It didn't seem very enthralling if I couldn't have any blood; I figured I might as well skip sex and just go straight for the kill."

"Belphegor…"

"You're just going to dance around the subject, aren't you?"

The two occupants of the office looked over at the door as they heard Yamamoto's voice. They found the door opening just before the dark-haired man himself stepped in, an amused look on his face.

"How long have you been standing there, Yamamoto?" Unable to be mad at his Rain Guardian, Tsuna instead took on a soft tone, one that showed he wasn't mad, and that Yamamoto was more than welcome to remain here if he wished.

"I got to the door about a minute after Belphegor." Lifting a stack of paper into the air, Yamamoto cocked his head to the side. "One of my reports, Tsuna."

"Ah, thank you, Yamamoto. Just place it on my desk."

Yamamoto did as he was told, but he didn't leave after that; he instead joined the others on the couch, sitting close enough to Bel so that their arms touched. "I take it you're aroused if you're asking Tsuna about this stuff."

"…" Blinking, Bel didn't quite understand; aroused could mean a lot of things, so… "I came here because my cock is hard."

"How did that happen?" Wanting to get to the point, Yamamoto wasn't beating around the bush like his best friend did; Bel needed to know, and there was no point in hiding things or sugar coating it.

"Hayato-kun was making strange noises in his sleep, and then I started feeling weird."

Yamamoto laughed, reaching out to pat blond hair. "Do you like boys, Belphegor?"

"Eh? I like Squalo, Lussuria and Boss, and Hayato-kun. And I like Mammy, too, but she's a girl. That's everyone I like."

Yamamoto couldn't help but find the younger's innocence endearing; it was such a nice change to the vicious blond they had to be careful of. "That's nice, Belphegor. Do you feel the same way as now about any of them?"

"I used to feel like that around Squalo when I was younger. I would feel… I don't know how to explain it. It's like a different kind of contentment; it's not like the happiness I get from killing."

Yamamoto couldn't help but feel his chest warm with appreciation; so Bel had had a crush on Squalo and didn't even realise it. Did that mean the Storm Guardian also had a crush on Gokudera? It was possible, but it was too early to tell; Bel didn't seem to acknowledge sexual urges properly, so he could be feeling anything towards his Vongola counterpart.

"Are you still aroused now?" Looking down at the younger's lap to see a small hand resting on a clear bulge, Yamamoto didn't wait for an answer; he reached out, picking Bel up and carrying him over to the adjoining bathroom. "Go and take care of that and then we'll talk some more."

"Eh? Take care of it?" Looking over his shoulder at Yamamoto, Bel felt a little disconcerted; whenever he had felt like this, he always curled up in his bed and waited for it to go away, no matter how much it could ache and throb. Was there a simpler way that wouldn't take hours for it to completely disappear?

"Yes. Go sit on the toilet and masturbate. Stroke it until you orgasm." While Yamamoto didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest, Tsuna felt extremely uncomfortable; oh, why did the gods hate him right now…? "Yell out once you're done."

"Yamamoto…" Wishing he could go hide away in his room, Tsuna was horrified by the squeak in his voice; he was supposed to be stronger than this! "Can I leave this up to you…?"

With a nod, Yamamoto was as happy as ever as he sat back down on the couch. "Of course, Tsuna. I think he likes Gokudera."

"Yeah, it seems that way. I want to feel happy for him, but… Gokudera-kun's going to give him hell if he finds out…"

Yamamoto couldn't help but agree. He wished he could do something to help, but… Gokudera probably wouldn't listen to even Tsuna in this case.