[Fic] Mercy
Title: Mercy
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Belphegor/Gokudera
Rating: R
Summary: Belphegor loved to watch the Vongola’s Storm squirm.
Notes: No real sex. XD Just a handjob. Written for khrkinkmeme.
Belphegor loved to watch the Vongola’s Storm squirm.
Ever since the Ring Battle when he had made him bleed-oh, and he bled so prettily-and watched the terror flash across his eyes, Bel wanted to see him squirm like that again. Like a worm under a scalpel or an insect under a magnifying glass.... He loved it. He craved the terror that he could draw from the silver head, but he wanted more than that.
He wanted to have the silver insect completely at his mercy.
The pretty peasant rarely ever came to Italy, though. And when he did he was oh-so-careful around the grinning prince. Any normal person would have been discouraged by this behaviour, but Belphegor was most certainly not normal. A prince deserved to be feared and respected, after all, especially by the peasants surrounding him. He revelled in the wary glances cast his way and the quickened pace as the bomber passed. It was amusing, to say the least.
But he still wasn’t malleable and compliant, like a peasant should be. He still spat insults at Bel and bristled whenever he laughed. Belphegor decided that he needed to find a way that would have the Vongola Storm on his knees, ready to do whatever the prince wished.
He had seen the Boss do it before to the loudmouthed shark-he had peeked into their room once and watched as shark-face begged and moaned as the Boss touched him. Completely at his mercy.
Bel grinned to himself as the lights went out one night at the Varia mansion. The Vongola were staying there overnight as they prepared for some sort of dull meeting in Palermo. It was his chance to really watch the other Storm guardian twist under his every touch.
He giggled as he slid out of bed and through the winding hallways of the manor. The silver peasant’s room wasn’t far and it only took a couple of minutes to reach his door and silently slip in. He held his breath as he went up to the Storm’s sleeping figure and couldn’t help but split into a wide grin.
“What the-”
“Ssshh,” Bel hissed, “a peasant should only speak when he is told.” He giggled, fingers slipping around a delicate white wrist and placing a kiss to the pulse point.
The boy was sluggish with sleep as he tried to jerk his arm away. “Get the fuck out of my room!” he croaked, pulling himself upright.
Bel hummed and quickly crawled up onto the bed and straddled the silver head’s hips. He moved closer so that their faces were almost inches away; so that he could almost smell the fear radiating out of the Storm’s pores. “What did I say about speaking?” he purred.
The surprised hitch in boy’s breath when their lips met sent a shiver down Bel’s spine. He nibbled on the silver head’s bottom lip and pressed his body against the headboard to prevent any attempt at escape.
“What the fuck?!” the Storm snapped, voice muffled against Bel’s mouth. He jerked against the blond’s surprisingly firm weight, attempting to dislodge himself from between Bel and the headboard. “Get off of me!”
“Shishishi,” Bel cooed, swiping his tongue over the silver head’s lip, pulling it away just in time to avoid having it bitten off by a pair of sharp teeth. “So feisty.”
The bomber squeezed his eyes shut as Bel trailed one hand down his body to slip underneath a pair of boxers. The Storm’s jaw dropped and the blond grinned gleefully at the sound he made-such a sweet, precious, broken sound. Belphegor began moving his hand slowly and that pretty silver head lolled to the side, green eyes wide and misty. Perhaps he had never been touched in this sort of way? How amusing!
“Shishishi, feel good?” he whispered, breathing against the Storm’s ear and sucking on the lobe, biting down lightly as his hand quickened. A moan tore from that pale throat, breath heaved against a skinny ribcage and hips rolled into Bel’s touch. How good it felt to have to Vongola Storm in the palm of his hand! He grinned against the side of the boy’s throat and brushed his lips over the madly beating pulse point.
The silver head whimpered and began squirming like an insect. Bel licked his lips and squeezed is hand gently, other hand slipping up the Storm’s shirt to tweak a nipple. “I can tell. You’re going to come soon,” he whispered, swiping his thumb over the head of the bomber’s cock.
The Storm grit his teeth and let out a loud cry, hands grappling to find purchase on anything he could. He dug his nails into Bel’s shoulders just as his hips jerked up and the blond felt a wetness spill over his hand.
Bel smiled, skin prickling at the Vongola guardian went limp underneath him. “Such a good peasant,” he whispered, placing a quick kiss to the silver head’s mouth. He grunted and narrowed his eyes, but rolled onto his side and curled up.
“You could always ask next time, knife bastard.”
Bel grinned and slid off the bed. “Princes don’t have to ask.”
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Belphegor/Gokudera
Rating: R
Summary: Belphegor loved to watch the Vongola’s Storm squirm.
Notes: No real sex. XD Just a handjob. Written for khrkinkmeme.
Belphegor loved to watch the Vongola’s Storm squirm.
Ever since the Ring Battle when he had made him bleed-oh, and he bled so prettily-and watched the terror flash across his eyes, Bel wanted to see him squirm like that again. Like a worm under a scalpel or an insect under a magnifying glass.... He loved it. He craved the terror that he could draw from the silver head, but he wanted more than that.
He wanted to have the silver insect completely at his mercy.
The pretty peasant rarely ever came to Italy, though. And when he did he was oh-so-careful around the grinning prince. Any normal person would have been discouraged by this behaviour, but Belphegor was most certainly not normal. A prince deserved to be feared and respected, after all, especially by the peasants surrounding him. He revelled in the wary glances cast his way and the quickened pace as the bomber passed. It was amusing, to say the least.
But he still wasn’t malleable and compliant, like a peasant should be. He still spat insults at Bel and bristled whenever he laughed. Belphegor decided that he needed to find a way that would have the Vongola Storm on his knees, ready to do whatever the prince wished.
He had seen the Boss do it before to the loudmouthed shark-he had peeked into their room once and watched as shark-face begged and moaned as the Boss touched him. Completely at his mercy.
Bel grinned to himself as the lights went out one night at the Varia mansion. The Vongola were staying there overnight as they prepared for some sort of dull meeting in Palermo. It was his chance to really watch the other Storm guardian twist under his every touch.
He giggled as he slid out of bed and through the winding hallways of the manor. The silver peasant’s room wasn’t far and it only took a couple of minutes to reach his door and silently slip in. He held his breath as he went up to the Storm’s sleeping figure and couldn’t help but split into a wide grin.
“What the-”
“Ssshh,” Bel hissed, “a peasant should only speak when he is told.” He giggled, fingers slipping around a delicate white wrist and placing a kiss to the pulse point.
The boy was sluggish with sleep as he tried to jerk his arm away. “Get the fuck out of my room!” he croaked, pulling himself upright.
Bel hummed and quickly crawled up onto the bed and straddled the silver head’s hips. He moved closer so that their faces were almost inches away; so that he could almost smell the fear radiating out of the Storm’s pores. “What did I say about speaking?” he purred.
The surprised hitch in boy’s breath when their lips met sent a shiver down Bel’s spine. He nibbled on the silver head’s bottom lip and pressed his body against the headboard to prevent any attempt at escape.
“What the fuck?!” the Storm snapped, voice muffled against Bel’s mouth. He jerked against the blond’s surprisingly firm weight, attempting to dislodge himself from between Bel and the headboard. “Get off of me!”
“Shishishi,” Bel cooed, swiping his tongue over the silver head’s lip, pulling it away just in time to avoid having it bitten off by a pair of sharp teeth. “So feisty.”
The bomber squeezed his eyes shut as Bel trailed one hand down his body to slip underneath a pair of boxers. The Storm’s jaw dropped and the blond grinned gleefully at the sound he made-such a sweet, precious, broken sound. Belphegor began moving his hand slowly and that pretty silver head lolled to the side, green eyes wide and misty. Perhaps he had never been touched in this sort of way? How amusing!
“Shishishi, feel good?” he whispered, breathing against the Storm’s ear and sucking on the lobe, biting down lightly as his hand quickened. A moan tore from that pale throat, breath heaved against a skinny ribcage and hips rolled into Bel’s touch. How good it felt to have to Vongola Storm in the palm of his hand! He grinned against the side of the boy’s throat and brushed his lips over the madly beating pulse point.
The silver head whimpered and began squirming like an insect. Bel licked his lips and squeezed is hand gently, other hand slipping up the Storm’s shirt to tweak a nipple. “I can tell. You’re going to come soon,” he whispered, swiping his thumb over the head of the bomber’s cock.
The Storm grit his teeth and let out a loud cry, hands grappling to find purchase on anything he could. He dug his nails into Bel’s shoulders just as his hips jerked up and the blond felt a wetness spill over his hand.
Bel smiled, skin prickling at the Vongola guardian went limp underneath him. “Such a good peasant,” he whispered, placing a quick kiss to the silver head’s mouth. He grunted and narrowed his eyes, but rolled onto his side and curled up.
“You could always ask next time, knife bastard.”
Bel grinned and slid off the bed. “Princes don’t have to ask.”