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Behind Closed Doors	By : stephfarrow94 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 2009 -:- 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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If there was one thing that Belphegor hated about his boyfriend, it was that the younger male always took so long coming out of his classes because he had a bad habit of staying behind to ask questions and finish his notes. It didn’t make sense to him – perhaps because he hardly ever did his work in the first place – and was nothing but an annoyance.
Maybe this habit wouldn’t have been so irritating had it not always caused Mukuro to miss the first bus back to Namimori and instead have to wait for the next one; Bel had always said there was no point in going to school one town over, but the younger disagreed, purely because Kokuyo’s school uniform often got him excited – the taller of the two had very strange fetishes.
Finally, when the bus arrived after what felt like years of waiting, the blond boy was met by the sight of heterochromatic eyes and silky blue locks. A grin plastered itself to Bel’s face as he stood up from the bench, closing the distance between them. He was as forceful as ever as he crushed their lips together with bruising force, his bony hands gripping tight the green jacket as he rubbed their hips together.
The younger male soon pushed his lover away once he needed air, his smile as playful as ever. He ghosted his fingers through soft blond hair as he said softly, “I have something to tell you, Belphegor.”
Bel cocked his head to the side as he waited impatiently, loving surprises. He spoke in an eager tone, his skinny body vibrating from excitement. “What is it?”
Letting Italian sentences flow languidly from his lips, Mukuro’s heterochromatic eyes filled with malice; it wouldn’t do to let others hear what they were talking about, after all. “I have a charge now, Belphegor.”
“A charge?” A tone of disapproving took over, the Namimori Middle student frowning. “Why?”
“His grandmother passed away recently, but no one wanted him. Kufufu~ Even the system didn’t want him, so I volunteered.”
“That little brat from the apartment next to yours?” The blond’s face scrunched up, thinking of the teal-haired little boy who always seemed to invite himself around to Mukuro’s and spend several hours insulting him and whoever was with him. “Stupid peasant, you should have kicked him out on his ass!”
Mukuro knew his boyfriend well enough to know the anger that was quickly overwhelming Bel. He reached out, gently putting his hand on the other’s hip as he spoke calmly, knowing the smaller teenager wasn’t all there. “I had a pretty good reason, Belphegor. I think you’ll like it.”
“What is it?” the sixteen-year-old spat, chewing at his lip.
The blue-haired male stopped walking, smirking widely. He reached out, caressing a soft cheek as his mismatched eyes searched for obscured ones. “I’m sure you’d love the idea of your own personal whore, now, wouldn’t you?”
Bel’s deadly aura froze at this suggestion. His pants tightened at the idea, a barely visible red tint crossing his cheeks. He soon nodded, not even having to think about it in order to agree. He moved his face towards the younger’s, biting Mukuro’s ear harshly.
“The peasant should be more careful about where he mentions these things, because the prince might just fuck him in public if he keeps getting horny like this~”
“Kufufu~ I know you would, Belphegor.” Mukuro knew his boyfriend’s hormone levels were very high, leaving the other insatiable and seemingly in a constant state of arousal. He didn’t mind; Belphegor was certainly a very good lover.
~~XX~~
When Mukuro unlocked the door to his apartment not long later, he wasn’t surprised to find that what had been a clean kitchen when he had left that morning was now covered in dishes, half-eaten meals strewn about carelessly.
“Wow.” Bel kicked the door shut behind them as he looked around, searching for the obnoxious brat he had so often tried to strangle. “Even for lots of sex, I’m not sure it’s worth having him here.”
“It’ll be fine, Belphegor.” Mukuro dropped his school bag to the ground, stepping in to the living room. “Fran?”
There was a loud thud from down the hall seconds before Fran scrambled into the living room, a faint smile on his face. His tattered white singlet was stained with what looked like various colours of paint. His brown shorts were in a similar state, hanging halfway down his hips, too big for such a tiny body.
“What have you been doing?” Mukuro leant down, lifting the boy in his arms.
“Playing.” Fran sounded so innocent in this moment, Mukuro dreaded what he would find later on; he was almost sure that by ‘playing’, Fran would have destroyed half of his belongings.
Bel watched as his boyfriend carried the younger back over to the front door. The blue-haired teenager leant down, unzipping his bag before he reached his hand in and pulled out a plastic bag. The blond cocked his head again as he realised that inside the plastic bag was the smallest size available in the Kokuyo uniform.
“Go put this on.” Mukuro passed the clothing to the boy before he put the boy back on the ground, standing up straight. “You’ll wear this every day, okay? There are more in case it gets dirty.”
Fran nodded, leaving to find somewhere private he could get changed in. Mukuro went back to his boyfriend’s side, leaning down and kissing soft lips gently before he was forced into a rough kiss; the younger male could understand that rough, forceful touches were all Bel knew, so he accepted it every time.
Bel’s hands travelled down Mukuro’s sides, sliding beneath the mist-patterned shirt the other wore most of the time. His fingertips caressed hardening nipples before he replaced them with his mouth, sucking and biting eagerly as he lazily rubbed his groin against the younger’s thigh.
“Do you –“
“- I’m dressed, fairy.”
Mukuro scowled as he shoved Bel away in annoyance, turning to look down at Fran. He was about to scold the youngest for calling him a fairy, only to have his breathing hitch as he felt familiar pressure in his crotch; though the uniform was far too big on Fran, Mukuro thought the boy looked just adorable in his favourite uniform.
Reaching out to pat teal hair, Mukuro smiled down at Fran as he nodded. “You look good in it, Fran. Never take it off unless I say you can.”
“Oi…” Bel poked Mukuro’s cheek as he dragged the other’s attention back to himself. He pouted as he stomped his foot childishly, whining to the taller teenager. “I seriously thought I was just about to get a blowjob or something… Don’t disappoint the prince like this!”
“Kufufu~” Leaning down once again, Mukuro ghosted spidery fingers against the older male’s clothed groin. He soon started unbuttoning the pants, pulling the zip down before he reached in and freed the aching arousal begging for attention. “I’ve never disappointed you before, have I?”
Bel’s face scrunched up in pleasure as he reached down, securing his fingers in blue locks as he felt hot breath blow over his shaft. Soft pants escaped his lips as he was soon enveloped into a wet cavern, groaning quietly.
Fran watched the two curiously, never speaking as he watched the act, just wondering what they were doing; he had never seen anything like this happen before, and he most certainly didn’t understand what it meant – all he knew was that, after what seemed like several minutes, a loud cry filled the air as pearly white liquid started leaking down Mukuro’s chin.
Blinking to himself, Fran just accepted it as it was and went to find something else to do; it wasn’t interesting now that Mukuro had gotten back to his feet and moved to the kitchen to get food.
~~XX~~
“Where the hell have you been, brat?”
Bel blinked up at his guardian, having just walked into the dining room of his home. It was a large, spacious room with a table big enough for six people, three other people seated around it already.
“I was with my boyfriend.” Bel took his seat across from the other blond, one that looked remarkably like him except for slightly longer hair that touched the other’s shoulders.
“I fucking told you to be home half an hour ago!” The man with long, silver hair and dark eyes glared at the teen, only to be silenced by a wineglass that went flying past his head. “Voi! Xanxus, you fucking ass!”
“Shut the fuck up and eat.” The other male, with a large scar on his cheek and dark, spiky hair with buzz cuts, continued cutting into his steak as if he hadn’t just tried to assault the other.
“Ushishi~” Bel sat down at the table, pulling the plate that had been awaiting him close, his obscured eyes watching the argument before him with excitement; he loved watching whenever his two guardians fought because it was something that would always arouse him to no end.
“Hey, Bel.”
Bel’s grin slipped off his face at the other blond’s voice, hunching over his food as he wrapped his arms around the plate. He glared at his lookalike, hissing, “Fuck off, Siel.”
“I just want to know something~ Shesheshe~” A smirk even bigger than Bel’s crossed the other’s face, toying with the fork in his hands.
“What’s that?” Bel never moved away from his food, trusting his twin brother to try and steal some once he was distracted.
“Did you fuck your boyfriend again?” The older twin licked his lips, a shiver of excitement running through his body. “Tell me all about it~”
“Get lost, creep.”
“Ah, but I really do love thinking about how my little brother looks when he’s caught in the throes of passion~ Sheshe~ I quite enjoy when you bring Mukuro over and fuck him, because I love hearing every sound you two make~”
“Kaching…” Standing up from the table, Bel pulled his plate into his arms. “Oi, Squa; I’m eating in my room tonight.”
“Bring your shit out when you’re done.” The silver-haired male known as Squalo waved a dismissive hand in the air, his attention now focused on his phone.
“Tch…” Ignoring his brother’s cat-calls, Bel moved out of the dining room and instead took the staircase up to the second floor, knowing he wouldn’t get a moment’s peace downstairs.
Deciding he would finish his dinner quickly and then text Mukuro instead of doing his homework, Bel locked the door behind him once he had entered his bedroom, weaving his way through the mess on the floor as he moved to his huge bed.
I wonder if he can handle that little shit or not… Taking a bite out of his sushi, Bel leant against the headboard as he turned to look out of the window, watching the night sky. Probably not. This shit had better be worth it…
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