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Behind Closed Doors	By : stephfarrow94 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 2010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Fran had been curious when Mukuro took him out of the apartment a few nights later and walked him to the other side of town; so far, he had spent all his time waiting for Mukuro to finish school and then letting the teenager kiss him in strange ways. It was weird to the boy, but he accepted it; he was quite the docile person beneath his snarky, sarcastic mannerisms.
“Where are we going, Master?” Fran’s hand was entwined tightly in the older male’s as they walked through the cold night air. He tugged his jacket tighter around him, shaking slightly from the temperature. “I’m really cold; can we go back home?”
Mukuro shook his head, squeezing the boy’s hand. He stopped walking and leant down, shrugging his jacket off his lanky body. “We are going to see Belphegor, Fran. Have my jacket for now.”
Fran didn’t protest as another layer of clothing was added onto his body, instead welcoming it; anything to fight away the chilling breeze. “Are you guys going to play that wrestling game again? That’s all you ever do together.”
“Kufufu~” Heterochromatic eyes watched as Fran tripped over his jacket, the piece of clothing far too big on the boy. He instead scooped the other up in his arms, holding him close. “We do things other than that.”
“Like fighting.” Fran sighed, recalling the many times he had seen the blond hit his new master.
“Oya, don’t be like that, Fran; Belphegor is just misunderstood because of his violent nature.” The blue-haired male allowed Fran to snuggle in against him, the warmth comforting; over the days he had had Fran in his care, he had grown partial to the other’s body heat. “He does not know anything but fighting.”
The boy nodded, not entirely sold, but knowing he could trust Mukuro; the tall teenager was all he had now, after all.
“Where does Bel-senpai live?” Fran wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, emerald eyes finding it hard to see in the darkness. “Is it close by? What if we get mugged, Master?”
Mukuro shrugged. “Why on Earth would anyone mug us, Fran? All I have is a phone, and even then it is really not worth the effort; it’s a cheap one that doesn’t work half the time. I’m sure muggers would want something better than that. I do not mind handing it over if they’ll settle for it, though.”
Fran nodded, relaxing a bit more; his Master was so brave! “Are we almost there?”
“Almost.”
Fran fell quiet, humming to himself at this; he was content with just being in Mukuro’s arms, seeing what was around him; back when he lived with his grandmother, he had been allowed to wander the streets, but he had never come this far before.
It felt like forever before Mukuro turned down a walkway leading to what looked like a very expensive double-storey home; the house was bigger than most others the boy had seen, looking as if it could house a dozen people comfortably. Its garden was neat and well-cared for, and the lawns were green and trimmed nicely. A fence hid the backyard from view, but Fran bet it was as eye-catching as the front of the house.
“How come Bel-senpai lives here, but you live in an apartment?” Fran stared into heterochromatic eyes as the teenager rang the doorbell politely.
“Because Belphegor’s family has money and I don’t.”
“Master could live with them?”
Mukuro sighed. “It is not as simple as that, Fran.”
“Why not?”
Before Mukuro could explain things, the door opened, and the man with long, silver hair who the teenager knew as Squalo looked down at them.
Dark eyes blinked before Squalo pointed to Fran. “Who’s this?”
“This is Fran.” Mukuro rested his chin on teal hair, his playful smile crossing his face. “He is my charge.”
Squalo didn’t question this, instead moving back to let the two into the house; Mukuro liked how Squalo stayed out of things that weren’t his business.
“You should have texted me and said you were coming over; I would have picked you up.” Squalo closed the door behind the younger males. He sighed before he shook his head, continuing on. “I’ll take him and sit him in the living room if you want; I know how you and Belphegor are.”
“Oh, no, it is quite alright.” Mukuro sent his most charming smile to the man, clutching Fran tighter to him.
Squalo raised an eyebrow, having thought Mukuro would be mature enough to know he didn’t need to cart a kid around with him when Belphegor’s hormones were too much to handle.
“No fucking around in front of the brat, then – not in my house, anyway.” Squalo sighed, wishing he could demand this from Mukuro at all times, but understanding that the second the blue-haired teenager stepped off his property, he had no right to tell the other what to do.
“Of course, Squalo.” Mukuro nodded politely to the other, soaking in the warmth that was Belphegor’s home; unlike his apartment which really had no heating and cooling whatsoever, this house always seemed to be kept at the perfect temperature. “It is your home and I will respect your rules.”
“Thanks, brat.” A large hand patted the younger on the head. “Belphegor’s upstairs in his bedroom, I think.”
“Come along, Fran.” Mukuro put the boy down onto the ground, taking the tiny hand in his. He tugged Fran across the entrance hall, past the doors on either side of them, and to the staircase just off to their left. Fran stumbled up the steps, his clothing too big on him, but eventually, he had made it to the top and was led to the last door at the end of the top floor.
“Belphegor.” Mukuro pushed the door open without invitation, stepping into a room messier than should be possible; clothing, both dirty and clean, was strewn across the floor, empty dishes were scattered all over the place as were books, DVDs, CDs, and even the occasional expensive item such as iPods and laptops – why Belphegor needed so many of them, Mukuro didn’t think he would ever understand.
Helping Fran step across a sea of used tissues – how Bel could stand to leave such dirty things lying about, Mukuro didn’t want to know – the blue-haired teenager finally made it to the bed his lover was lazing on.
“How many times have I asked for you to clean your room before I come over?” Mukuro sighed as he was ignored, instead pulled down for a rough kiss. When they broke apart for air, he continued on. “You know I don’t like mess and disorganisation, Belphegor; it makes me uncomfortable.”
“You just have OCD, don’t you?” Bel pushed his laptop onto the mattress beside him as he moved closer to the wall, giving the younger two room to sit.
Mukuro huffed at the accusation. “I do not have OCD, Belphegor; I simply like being able to walk through a room and not have to worry about tripping over something and breaking my neck.”
“I can navigate through here just fine.” Bel shrugged, dropping his foot onto Fran’s lap. “Massage the prince’s feet for me, frog.”
“Eww.” Fran sniffed, pushing the offending limbs away from him. “They look like wrinkly old mutated potatoes, senpai; keep them away from me.”
“You stupid frog!” Bel shouted, offended that someone could insult his feet in such ways; there wasn’t anything wrong with them, and he didn’t want to hear people telling him otherwise. “Massage them!”
Mukuro, who had gotten off the bed and started to clean the room, turned to look at the smaller two. He smirked. “Oya, Belphegor; not everyone wants to touch your feet. I’ll massage them for you later once I’ve cleaned this mess up.”
“But that’s going to take too long!” Bel pouted, whining for a few minutes before he turned back to the game he had been playing on his laptop, annoyed that he hadn’t gotten his own way.
“Well, you shouldn’t leave your room so messy and maybe it won’t take so long. Belphegor, why have you got the heater turned on?” Mukuro switched off the space heater and pulled its cord out from the electrical socket, moving to put it in the closet just across from him. “You’ll cost Squalo and Xanxus money they shouldn’t have to pay when there’s a perfectly good central heating system in this house.”
“They can afford it. And you’re just jealous you live in a shitty apartment with no money or even heating.”
“They don’t have as much money as you seem to think.” Closing the closet door behind him, Mukuro continued to gather belongings off the ground, doing several laundry and kitchen runs while he was at it.
As Bel waited for Mukuro to come back and massage his feet, he turned to look at Fran, finding emerald eyes were clouded in exhaustion. “Why are you tired? It’s hardly even nine o’clock.”
“He’s not as old as you, Belphegor.” Mukuro had returned, a few blankets in his arms. “He should have been in bed an hour ago.”
Bel sneered, watching his boyfriend make up a bed on the floor. “You know, if he’s really that tired, we could both just fuck him and make him go to sleep sooner.”
Mukuro shook his head, putting on the finishing touches on the makeshift bed. “He isn’t ready for that yet, Belphegor; he’s still learning how to kiss before we move onto anything else.”
“I want to watch you kiss him.” It was an order, and Mukuro knew it.
“Patience, Belphegor.” Grabbing a pillow from the mountain Bel slept with, he put it down with the blankets, making sure Fran would be comfortable. He then smiled at his handiwork as he gestured for the boy to come close, pulling Fran into his arms. “Are you ready, Fran?”
Fran nodded, his heart starting to race as he opened his mouth, waiting for Mukuro’s tongue to enter it as it always did.
Bel moaned lustfully as he watched the way his lover cupped the boy’s face in his hands before pressing their mouths together, tender as to not scare the boy. He reached down, palming his clothed crotch as he heard soft noises escape Fran’s lips as the wet sounds of their kiss filled the air.
Fran’s tiny hands gripped Mukuro’s fingers as he tried to return the kiss with inexperience, his tongue brushing shyly against the bigger one. Mukuro pulled one hand from his cheek as he slid it down the scrawny body, resting at Fran’s hip. He slid his digits beneath the red shirt, caressing the soft skin of the younger’s stomach.
Fran squeaked as he pulled away for air, his smaller lungs trying their hardest to replenish their stock. His emerald eyes watched Mukuro with admiration for a few seconds before he moved closer, wrapping his arms around the teenager and hugging him tight.
“Time for bed now, Fran.” Mukuro grabbed the tiny hips, guiding Fran down into the blankets. He tucked the boy in and caressed teal strands for a minute before he stood up and finished with his task of cleaning the room, having finally cleared enough space to make a bed.
“That’s fucking hot.” Bel was still palming himself as his obscured eyes followed Mukuro around the room. “I want to kiss him.”
“Not just yet, Belphegor. He needs his confidence to be boosted a bit more before you can have him; you’re too rough and you’ll scare him away.”
Bel pouted. “You’re just being selfish.”
“Kufufu~ In the meantime, you have me, Belphegor.” Picking up an ornament that had been knocked from the shelf, he placed it back in its spot before he returned to the bed, climbing on and letting Belphegor roll him onto his back.
Their lips crushed against each other as Bel grinded their hips together, the two desperately needing their own releases. It soon came in the form of sex-induced cries, and then the two were curling up in the bed together, the laptop on Bel’s stomach as they watched movies.
As it neared twelve o’clock, Squalo knocked on the door and poked his head in, finding the two teenagers absorbed in the laptop. “I’m just going to put Fran in the spare room.”
“Why?” Belphegor sent his guardian a confused look, not understanding why the man would take him from them, especially since the boy was already asleep.
“Because he’s a kid, and he shouldn’t be in the same room as a fucking sex-addicted bratty teenager who has his boyfriend over.” Squalo rolled his eyes. “Do you see where I’m going with this, Bel?”
“No.” Bel truly didn’t, not used to the man butting in on his personal life. “Can’t he just stay there?”
“I would trust him to be in the same room as Mukuro, but not you, Belphegor.” Squalo leant down, scooping Fran into his arms. The boy stirred and mumbled something, snuggling in closer to the long-haired male’s chest. “I wouldn’t trust anything in the same room as you.”
Bel sneered before he decided his laptop was more important. “Whatever, Squa.”
Mukuro watched Squalo leave the room before he yawned. “Belphegor, let’s go to bed.”
“I’m not tired.” Bel really wasn’t; he had insomnia, so it was always difficult at night times. “You can sleep.”
Mukuro nodded. He peeled his jacket from his body and tossed it onto the end of the bed, leaving his mist-patterned shirt and white jeans on his body. He let his eyes slip closed as he moved closer to Bel, comforted by the older male’s presence.
“Goodnight, Belphegor…” Mukuro kissed the blond’s cheek in affection, and though it hurt him a tad to have the other ignore him completely, he didn’t let it get to him; Bel was unstable, so this kind of behaviour was to be expected from him.
~~XX~~
Mukuro had been sleeping peacefully when he was startled into consciousness by someone shoving him off the bed and onto the hardwood floor beneath him. He gasped as his head hit the ground, biting his lip at the pain, but all attention soon left the dull throbbing as he felt someone punch him in the face.
“Belphegor!” Mukuro reached out, trying to push his boyfriend off him; he knew he hadn’t done anything to provoke the other, but this was the kind of thing he had to expect if he wanted to be around Bel. He held the boy at arm’s length, groaning as the other kneed him in the groin. “Belphegor, please stop!”
Bel screamed something incomprehensible as he growled loudly, trying to get the other back in his hands. He was oblivious to thundering footsteps approaching his room, and he didn’t even notice his bedroom door banging against the wall. He just screamed again as hands grabbed him from behind, thrashing to get free.
“Bel, what the fuck’s gotten into you?!” Squalo shook his charge violently, trying to snap him out of his state. “It’s Mukuro! Calm the fuck down!”
Bel writhed in the man’s arms, but when Squalo hugged him tight, preventing him from moving too much, he slowly started to calm down, recognising the familiar voice and warmth of his favourite guardian, dragging him out of the hallucination that had terrified him to his very core.
“Squ-Squ…” Bel sighed as he dropped his head to the man’s chest, his obscured eyes wandering over to Mukuro, who was still on the ground. He didn’t speak; he just turned his head so that his face was hidden in Squalo’s warmth; he knew what he had done, and he was ashamed of it.
Mukuro rubbed at his face as he sat up, watching as the silver-haired man just held Bel tighter, resting his face in soft blond locks.
“Is he okay now?” Heterochromatic eyes watched as Squalo lifted his head.
“Yeah.” Long fingers threaded through blond hair as Squalo picked his charge up from the ground and carried him over to the bed. “He just had an episode, I’m guessing.”
“It is not his fault.” Mukuro waited until Bel was back in bed, having been tucked in tight by the man. He climbed in next to his boyfriend, kissing soft lips gently. “He didn’t hurt me; I am okay.”
“Do you want me to take you home?”
Mukuro shook his head, repeating again, “I am okay.”
“Well, wake me up if you want me to take you back to your apartment.”
“Thank you, Squalo; you are very good to me.”
There was a bit more mutual respect between the two tallest males before Squalo left to go back to sleep, leaving Mukuro and Bel alone. Bel was still awake, lying on his side as he stared at the wall next to him. He trembled as he felt spidery fingers touch him, jerking away instinctively.
“If you need to talk to me, I am here for you, Belphegor.” Mukuro knew for a fact that Bel was off his medication, though why that was, he didn’t know; he knew Squalo was trying his hardest to get the blond back on it, but Bel was stubborn.
“…” Bel pulled the blankets tighter around him, sighing; he knew he wasn’t going to go back to sleep any time soon.
Mukuro himself was no longer tired, watching Bel. It was hard for him to be with his boyfriend at times, the other’s behaviour unpredictable at times due to his emotional instability, and coupled with his schizophrenia, it only made things harder. It wasn’t the first time something like this would happen, and it wouldn’t be the last; Bel wasn’t violent due to his mental illness; he was naturally violent as a person, the schizophrenia having nothing to do with it. He had had an abusive background, and it was all he knew.
Mukuro tried not to let this get in the way of how much he loved his boyfriend, but some days it was harder than others; he didn’t know how Squalo had been able to put up with this for so long.
Either way, Bel truly loved his boyfriend and only ever strived to make him happy – that was the whole reason he wanted to train Fran, so that if he weren’t able to be there for the blond, someone else could be.
Maybe it was a plan cruel to Fran, insensitive to the boy’s complete existence, but Mukuro just wanted Bel to be okay, and he would do whatever it took to make sure he was happy.
Guys, I just want to make this clear to avoid stigma; schizophrenia RARELY causes violence. They’re harmless when undergoing treatment and being supported, and are more of a danger to themselves than anyone else. Usually they’re more afraid of mentally sound people than we are of them. Bel’s just Bel, and his violence has little to do with his illness. Just please don’t confuse that; stigma is a horrible thing.
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