Chapter edited as of 16th April, 2016
Fran, who hadn't been able to bring himself to fall asleep despite the world outside the window being pitch black, trembled as he lay crushed against the blond who had brought him here; Bel's arms were wrapped tightly around him as he slept, and small mumbles of the boy's name fell from his lips every now and then.
The bedroom was dark, the only light that of the moon's as it shone through the window, illuminating a bunch of drawings sitting on the desk beneath it. Fran had seen earlier that the drawings were various, some of naked people doing things that the blond had made him do, others of dead animals and people – and these ones were drenched in blood, whether it was Bel's or someone else's – and lastly, there were drawings of oddly-shaped knives, ones Fran had never seen before. There were more drawings on the table, but he hadn't seen them as he had been rushed over to the bed when he had first entered the room. There was blood splashed around on the walls and floor, some of it coated in the same white sticky stuff that was sticking to the insides of his thighs, and now that he could think by himself, he noticed the strange smell that wafted through the room that smelled suspiciously like dried blood and something else he couldn't put his finger on.
Needless to say, Fran hated this room and everything about it.
What grabbed Fran's attention was the light that suddenly shone from under the door and loud voices could still be heard from somewhere downstairs. This was what the boy feared; what if someone came in and did bad things to him? He had seen them doing bad things with Bel, but the blond had looked as if he enjoyed it – Fran didn't enjoy it; he only wanted to go back to Mukuro.
Fran whimpered in pain as Bel jostled his injured backside in his sleep. The small noise had disturbed the teenager's rest, and a possessive growl left his mouth as his arms tightened around the boy. The younger was too busy trying to hold in tears of both pain and fear, and he didn't even notice the door opening until a gentle voice spoke from the doorway.
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
Fran froze for a few seconds before he turned to look at who had spoken. It was a strange-looking man, one with a part of green hair and who was wearing dark glasses with a ring of fur coating his jacket.
"G-go away…!" Fran summoned the strength to try and protect himself, but his whimper only served to provoke the man to approach him.
"Hush, dear…" The man reached out to touch Fran's cheek, but the boy pulled away in fear. "My name is Lussuria. Would you like for me to try and help with the pain?"
Fran shook his head; he expected nothing but more pain from this man – how was he supposed to trust anyone here?
"I won't hurt you." Long, nimble fingers reached out to untangle Bel's skinny arms from his victim's body, but Lussuria's touches only started the blond into waking consciousness. He knew he should have expected it; the teen was terrified of touch.
"N-no…" Bel avoided eye contact with Lussuria as he held Fran tighter to him. All he could do was whimper in a weak, scared manner. "D-don't take him from me…"
"It's okay, Bel. It's okay. Shh…" Lussuria let go of Fran and placed his hands instead on the blond's shoulders so he could lay Bel back down on the bed. His hand ghosted down to the teenager's chest and slipped beneath the thin striped nightshirt to stroke Bel's nipples. "Relax, Bel. It's okay. I'm just going to clean him up. Go back to sleep."
Bel moaned softly as gentle fingers caressed his now-hard nubs. He closed his eyes and hesitantly released his hold on Fran as he fell back into a light sleep; now that he finally had the object of his desires, he was finding it hard to fall asleep without Fran in his arms.
Fran didn't speak as he was lifted from the bed and carried into the joint bathroom, too scared to do so; he had watched the people who lived here were constantly doing bad things to Bel, and the last thing he wanted was for them to do the same to him.
"Don't let Bel scare you, dear," Lussuria said as he closed the door quietly behind them before he flicked the light on so the sudden brightness didn't disturb Bel. "He really likes you."
Fran looked at the ground as he fought back tears – don't be scared by him…? L-look at what Bel had done to him…! How was he not supposed to be scared of him…? "…I-I want Mukuro…"
"Is he your brother?" Lussuria closed the toilet seat lid before gently he placed Fran onto it. He left the younger briefly to fetch bandages from the medicine cabinet; with the amount of times Bel would be found cutting his wrists, there was always an abundance of bandages in there, courtesy of Lussuria.
Fran shook his head, not knowing why he was talking to the man. "He… He took me to live with him…"
"Ah, I see now." Lussuria smiled sadly as he grabbed a roll of bandages and ointment before he went back to Fran's side. He placed his hands carefully on the boy's frail hips before he said in his gentlest voice, "May I…?"
Fran shook his head. He tried to pull his hips from Lussuria's grasp as he was almost certain the older male was going to try and hurt him.
"Sweetie, I won't hurt you," Lussuria promised. "I don't need children to satisfy my urges."
Fran wasn't too sure what Lussuria meant by urges, but he was sure it had something to do with what Bel had done to him, and those words didn't comfort him at all. "…I…"
"If you leave your wounds untreated, you'll get sick. Come on, hun."
Fran wanted to continue saying no, but he didn't like the idea of getting sick; he was sure it would only make things worse in the long run, and if he were here, he would probably need all the strength he had to get through it.
Should I trust him…? I… I don't want to… But I don't want things to be worse… I don't… want to be… hurt…
Lussuria, who seemed to realise the boy wasn't going to accept his help, didn't push Fran; the boy was probably scared enough as it was. Instead, he picked Fran up and took him back into the bedroom to lay him down on the bed. He watched as Bel's eyes cracked open at the sudden weight on his mattress before he pulled Fran back into his arms with a tiny, sincere smile.
"Goodnight, boys," Lussuria said gently as he caressed Bel's face tenderly. "See you both in the morning."
Bel hummed in reply, already falling back into a deep sleep now that his beloved Fran was back with him. Fran, as he had before, merely cried silently, too scared to sleep.
Mukuro…
The teal-haired boy could only hope that Mukuro would find him soon because he wanted to go back home now.