FLAVOR FLAV--er, BINGE!
Author: Aublivienne
Story: Belial Jones: Archrival for Hire
Challenge: Flavor Binge: Cayenne
Extra: Pocky Chain
Rating: hard R (for my usual bucket o' f-bombs, and mentions of incest and sex)
Wordcount: 1500 (+ a 77-word epilogue)
Summary: Life with the brothers goes haywire when the third rears his ugly head.
makeshift weapons
“Come on, just for a bit?”
“Go away.” Belial kept walking, scowling at the ground.
“Aw, don’t be like that.” The man grabbed Belial’s arm and tried to pull him toward his car. “We’ll have fun, I promise.”
Belial wrenched his arm out of the man’s grip and hit him with the massive book on ancient military weaponry that he kept for such an occasion. “Really, now, I don’t want to have to use this,” he said, pulling a grenade from inside the book. He smiled as the man started to back away. “So will you leave me alone now?”
break it up
Sable put down his tea--slightly more forcefully than normal--and glared at his brother. “Belial, sit down,” he said.
Belial lowered the shotgun. “But-“
“Now.”
Alain chuckled. “You two are adorable,” he said. “If he told you-“
“Quiet.”
Alain stopped talking. Something in Sable’s voice had become unearthly and terrifying, and it demanded obedience.
“You two don’t have to like each other,” Sable said, not looking at either of them. “But if I have to tear both of your throats out to stop your incessant bitchfests, then I will.”
The rest of dinner went by in silence.
fortifications
“Do you have everything?”
“Yes.” Belial held the weaponry book close to his chest. “What about you?”
Sable shook his head. “Don’t worry about me.”
“I am worried about you.”
“I’ll be fine. Do you want me to leave the door open?”
“No. I…” Belial looked down and wrinkled his nose. “I don’t need anyone giving me shit about it.”
“I won’t let him.”
The two of them were quiet for a moment before Sable asked, “What’s in that book, anyway?”
“Oh, just…stuff.”
Sable doubted that any of it would help, but he didn’t want to say so. “Okay. Well…goodnight.”
unfair odds
Renaissance was the oldest of the three, and the least stable. They kept him in another plane of existence where they thought he couldn’t hurt anyone, but he walked through dreams and affected minds any way he wanted.
Belial was Renaissance’s favorite. He hated to see him upset.
“I can make him scream for you,” Renaissance said, looking at Alain through one of his mirrors.
“Whatever.”
Renaissance chuckled and slipped a hand up Belial’s nightie. “Is this new?”
“Kind of.”
“Take it off.”
Belial glanced at the mirror and smirked. “Only if you promise to give him a little chance.”
a worthy adversary
Alain couldn’t see a thing, but he clearly heard footsteps and the occasional appraising chuckle.
“Let me make myself quite clear,” someone finally said. “If you upset my brother again, this won’t be nearly as nice for you.”
Alain snorted. “Didn’t we already address this, Sable?”
There was a loud snap and the backs of Alain’s thighs felt like they were on fire. He screamed and tried to move, but he couldn’t. “What the fuck-“
“Guess again.”
“There’s more of you?”
“Just me.” Something cold probed Alain’s entrance, making him gasp and flinch. “Oh, you’re going to be fun.”
tactics
As soon as Belial walked into the dining room for breakfast, Alain jumped out of his chair and bear hugged him. “I’m sorry,” Alain said. “I’ve been an ass from the start, and I’m sorry.” He pulled back and smiled. “We should start over.”
“Oh! Um.” Belial laughed nervously and his face turned bright red. “No…I…hear my phone.”
Sable raised an eyebrow as Belial dashed out of the room. “You’re playing with fire, you know. This is a rather…passionate man we’re dealing with.”
“It’s not even about that.” Alain smirked. “I’m Alain fucking Fontanus, and no one intimidates me.”
grappling
“Belial?”
“Yes, slut?” Belial didn’t look up from his cell phone.
Alain smiled. “That’s fine, I don’t expect you to trust me right away.” He sat on the desk, ignoring Belial’s scowl. “I was wondering if you wanted to get some lunch.”
“No.”
“I’m buying.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Can’t hear you, I’m working.”
“Are you only saying no because of Renaissance?”
Belial bit his lip. “Maybe,” he said after a minute.
“I get it.” Alain hopped off of the desk. “Tell him to take it up with me. Now let’s go.”
“Alright, fine.” Belial stood up. “But I want a drink.”
below the belt
Clubs always got messy. Alain should have known better.
He wondered if it was possible to drown himself in his drink as the ex-boyfriends stood on either side of him, yelling slurred insults at each other over the music. Of course, he had no idea where Kashmir’s hangouts were, and he wasn’t the type of man to avoid a party because of one person.
Alain had also forgotten how nasty Kashmir could get when he was drunk.
“-At least I’m not the one fucking my own brother just because I’m lonely at night-“
Alain ducked behind a table.
barfight
The scene was eerily reminiscent of the early days of his own relationship with Kashmir (and one Carmine Medici, but that’s another story). One of Belial’s designer boots narrowly missed Alain’s head as he stood back up. Alain followed the ear-piercingly shrill obscenities to the other side of the room, where Belial had Kashmir pinned to a table.
“Hey!” Alain tried to pull them apart, but Belial was deceptively strong for his small frame. “You know he’s just trying to get to you.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Kashmir laughed.
Alain scowled and finally dragged Belial out of the club.
disarmed
“I’m not screwing Renaissance because I want to.”
“I know.”
“I…I’m just used to it, you know?”
“Yeah.”
“And he…he’s scary.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t want to anymore. I can’t anymore.”
“I know.”
…
“Belial.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re…kissing me.”
“Hmm.”
“I thought you hated me.”
“I’m drunk.”
…
“Belial.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re-you’re lifting your skirt…”
“I’m emotionally compromised.”
“Exactly.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not-fuck, don’t do that-“
“This?”
“Yes, gods, that-“
“Why not?”
“Because I’m seriously about to fuck your brains out and your brothers are going to wring my neck oh my fucking god-“
“Just do it, then.”
combat training
Beep. Beep. Beebeebeep. Beep beep. Beebeep.
Sable stalked towards Belial’s sports car. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but it was keeping him awake at four in the morning.
He threw open the passenger side door and froze, looking more surprised than its occupants. Belial was pinned between Alain and the steering wheel with his dress hiked up around his hips.
“I…” Sable cleared his throat. “I just hope you both know what you’re doing.” He slammed the door and turned around. Unlike Renaissance, he really didn’t need to know about his brother’s sex life.
Beebeebeepbeep. Beeeeeeeeep.
“Ew!”
first blood
“So what does this mean?”
Belial picked at a loose thread on the blanket. “Nothing,” he said. “I…I had fun last night, but I’m still not your biggest fan.”
Alain smirked. “Now, are you talking about the clubbing, the fighting, or the hours of drunken sex?”
“The clubbing.” Belial scowled. “Asshole.”
The two of them got quiet. “He going to come after you,” Belial said quietly. “He doesn’t like knowing that I’m actually having fun with you.”
“Really? So you like me?”
“I never said that. I still think you’re an insufferable, arrogant slut.”
“That’s cute.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe later.”
battle fury
“I’m not doing it anymore.”
Renaissance laughed pleasantly. “Nonsense, you’ll do whatever I tell you. You’ve never had a problem with it before.”
“I was afraid of you before.” Belial clutched his book tightly. “I’m tired of it.”
“Oh.” Renaissance sighed and pulled Belial to him. “I love you, but that fact that you’re a fickle little cocktease annoys the hell out of me. That’s what I’m tired of.”
Belial opened the book, but the pages were empty. “What did you do?” he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
Renaissance smiled. “So are you afraid of me now?”
weapons drawn
Alain was a Void Lord.
Alain was a genius.
Alain was not going to let some crazy bastard bully him into doing anything.
Belial hadn’t come out of his room all day. Alain had heard him crying earlier, and he knew why. He was done with Renaissance and his bullshit.
Besides, Alain was the craziest bastard of them all.
“I wish you would just leave it.” Sable crossed his arms. “It’s none of your concern.”
“You’re right, but I don’t like his fucking attitude.”
“Neither of us do.”
Alain cracked his knuckles. “I’m just going to do something about it.”
a duel
“You know, I almost like you,” Renaissance said. “You’ve got balls. I just don’t want you touching my brother.”
Alain scoffed. He wasn’t afraid in the slightest. “I’ll touch who I want. The only reason I’m even here is because I don’t like being told what to do.”
“And I fucking love that.” Renaissance laughed.
Alain waved his hands, and the room burst into blue flames. “Let’s go, asshole.”
“Oh, you were serious?” Renaissance rolled his eyes. “I can undo you completely. In fact, I enjoyed you last time, maybe I’ll keep you…”
Alain smirked. “Come on, then. Prove it.”
Sable put his tea cup down. “So how did it go?”
“I just scared him a little.” Renaissance leaned back in the chair. “He’ll be fine.”
Sable nodded. “Thank you. And for your end of the deal…?”
“I’ll let up on Belial.” Renaissance smirked. “I kind of like Alain, anyway. He’s feisty, and I like putting things in that dirty little mouth of his.”
“I don’t care what happens to him.”
“Really?”
Sable smiled. “Go for it.”
Story: Belial Jones: Archrival for Hire
Challenge: Flavor Binge: Cayenne
Extra: Pocky Chain
Rating: hard R (for my usual bucket o' f-bombs, and mentions of incest and sex)
Wordcount: 1500 (+ a 77-word epilogue)
Summary: Life with the brothers goes haywire when the third rears his ugly head.
makeshift weapons
“Come on, just for a bit?”
“Go away.” Belial kept walking, scowling at the ground.
“Aw, don’t be like that.” The man grabbed Belial’s arm and tried to pull him toward his car. “We’ll have fun, I promise.”
Belial wrenched his arm out of the man’s grip and hit him with the massive book on ancient military weaponry that he kept for such an occasion. “Really, now, I don’t want to have to use this,” he said, pulling a grenade from inside the book. He smiled as the man started to back away. “So will you leave me alone now?”
break it up
Sable put down his tea--slightly more forcefully than normal--and glared at his brother. “Belial, sit down,” he said.
Belial lowered the shotgun. “But-“
“Now.”
Alain chuckled. “You two are adorable,” he said. “If he told you-“
“Quiet.”
Alain stopped talking. Something in Sable’s voice had become unearthly and terrifying, and it demanded obedience.
“You two don’t have to like each other,” Sable said, not looking at either of them. “But if I have to tear both of your throats out to stop your incessant bitchfests, then I will.”
The rest of dinner went by in silence.
fortifications
“Do you have everything?”
“Yes.” Belial held the weaponry book close to his chest. “What about you?”
Sable shook his head. “Don’t worry about me.”
“I am worried about you.”
“I’ll be fine. Do you want me to leave the door open?”
“No. I…” Belial looked down and wrinkled his nose. “I don’t need anyone giving me shit about it.”
“I won’t let him.”
The two of them were quiet for a moment before Sable asked, “What’s in that book, anyway?”
“Oh, just…stuff.”
Sable doubted that any of it would help, but he didn’t want to say so. “Okay. Well…goodnight.”
unfair odds
Renaissance was the oldest of the three, and the least stable. They kept him in another plane of existence where they thought he couldn’t hurt anyone, but he walked through dreams and affected minds any way he wanted.
Belial was Renaissance’s favorite. He hated to see him upset.
“I can make him scream for you,” Renaissance said, looking at Alain through one of his mirrors.
“Whatever.”
Renaissance chuckled and slipped a hand up Belial’s nightie. “Is this new?”
“Kind of.”
“Take it off.”
Belial glanced at the mirror and smirked. “Only if you promise to give him a little chance.”
a worthy adversary
Alain couldn’t see a thing, but he clearly heard footsteps and the occasional appraising chuckle.
“Let me make myself quite clear,” someone finally said. “If you upset my brother again, this won’t be nearly as nice for you.”
Alain snorted. “Didn’t we already address this, Sable?”
There was a loud snap and the backs of Alain’s thighs felt like they were on fire. He screamed and tried to move, but he couldn’t. “What the fuck-“
“Guess again.”
“There’s more of you?”
“Just me.” Something cold probed Alain’s entrance, making him gasp and flinch. “Oh, you’re going to be fun.”
tactics
As soon as Belial walked into the dining room for breakfast, Alain jumped out of his chair and bear hugged him. “I’m sorry,” Alain said. “I’ve been an ass from the start, and I’m sorry.” He pulled back and smiled. “We should start over.”
“Oh! Um.” Belial laughed nervously and his face turned bright red. “No…I…hear my phone.”
Sable raised an eyebrow as Belial dashed out of the room. “You’re playing with fire, you know. This is a rather…passionate man we’re dealing with.”
“It’s not even about that.” Alain smirked. “I’m Alain fucking Fontanus, and no one intimidates me.”
grappling
“Belial?”
“Yes, slut?” Belial didn’t look up from his cell phone.
Alain smiled. “That’s fine, I don’t expect you to trust me right away.” He sat on the desk, ignoring Belial’s scowl. “I was wondering if you wanted to get some lunch.”
“No.”
“I’m buying.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Can’t hear you, I’m working.”
“Are you only saying no because of Renaissance?”
Belial bit his lip. “Maybe,” he said after a minute.
“I get it.” Alain hopped off of the desk. “Tell him to take it up with me. Now let’s go.”
“Alright, fine.” Belial stood up. “But I want a drink.”
below the belt
Clubs always got messy. Alain should have known better.
He wondered if it was possible to drown himself in his drink as the ex-boyfriends stood on either side of him, yelling slurred insults at each other over the music. Of course, he had no idea where Kashmir’s hangouts were, and he wasn’t the type of man to avoid a party because of one person.
Alain had also forgotten how nasty Kashmir could get when he was drunk.
“-At least I’m not the one fucking my own brother just because I’m lonely at night-“
Alain ducked behind a table.
barfight
The scene was eerily reminiscent of the early days of his own relationship with Kashmir (and one Carmine Medici, but that’s another story). One of Belial’s designer boots narrowly missed Alain’s head as he stood back up. Alain followed the ear-piercingly shrill obscenities to the other side of the room, where Belial had Kashmir pinned to a table.
“Hey!” Alain tried to pull them apart, but Belial was deceptively strong for his small frame. “You know he’s just trying to get to you.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Kashmir laughed.
Alain scowled and finally dragged Belial out of the club.
disarmed
“I’m not screwing Renaissance because I want to.”
“I know.”
“I…I’m just used to it, you know?”
“Yeah.”
“And he…he’s scary.”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t want to anymore. I can’t anymore.”
“I know.”
…
“Belial.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re…kissing me.”
“Hmm.”
“I thought you hated me.”
“I’m drunk.”
…
“Belial.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re-you’re lifting your skirt…”
“I’m emotionally compromised.”
“Exactly.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not-fuck, don’t do that-“
“This?”
“Yes, gods, that-“
“Why not?”
“Because I’m seriously about to fuck your brains out and your brothers are going to wring my neck oh my fucking god-“
“Just do it, then.”
combat training
Beep. Beep. Beebeebeep. Beep beep. Beebeep.
Sable stalked towards Belial’s sports car. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but it was keeping him awake at four in the morning.
He threw open the passenger side door and froze, looking more surprised than its occupants. Belial was pinned between Alain and the steering wheel with his dress hiked up around his hips.
“I…” Sable cleared his throat. “I just hope you both know what you’re doing.” He slammed the door and turned around. Unlike Renaissance, he really didn’t need to know about his brother’s sex life.
Beebeebeepbeep. Beeeeeeeeep.
“Ew!”
first blood
“So what does this mean?”
Belial picked at a loose thread on the blanket. “Nothing,” he said. “I…I had fun last night, but I’m still not your biggest fan.”
Alain smirked. “Now, are you talking about the clubbing, the fighting, or the hours of drunken sex?”
“The clubbing.” Belial scowled. “Asshole.”
The two of them got quiet. “He going to come after you,” Belial said quietly. “He doesn’t like knowing that I’m actually having fun with you.”
“Really? So you like me?”
“I never said that. I still think you’re an insufferable, arrogant slut.”
“That’s cute.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe later.”
battle fury
“I’m not doing it anymore.”
Renaissance laughed pleasantly. “Nonsense, you’ll do whatever I tell you. You’ve never had a problem with it before.”
“I was afraid of you before.” Belial clutched his book tightly. “I’m tired of it.”
“Oh.” Renaissance sighed and pulled Belial to him. “I love you, but that fact that you’re a fickle little cocktease annoys the hell out of me. That’s what I’m tired of.”
Belial opened the book, but the pages were empty. “What did you do?” he asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
Renaissance smiled. “So are you afraid of me now?”
weapons drawn
Alain was a Void Lord.
Alain was a genius.
Alain was not going to let some crazy bastard bully him into doing anything.
Belial hadn’t come out of his room all day. Alain had heard him crying earlier, and he knew why. He was done with Renaissance and his bullshit.
Besides, Alain was the craziest bastard of them all.
“I wish you would just leave it.” Sable crossed his arms. “It’s none of your concern.”
“You’re right, but I don’t like his fucking attitude.”
“Neither of us do.”
Alain cracked his knuckles. “I’m just going to do something about it.”
a duel
“You know, I almost like you,” Renaissance said. “You’ve got balls. I just don’t want you touching my brother.”
Alain scoffed. He wasn’t afraid in the slightest. “I’ll touch who I want. The only reason I’m even here is because I don’t like being told what to do.”
“And I fucking love that.” Renaissance laughed.
Alain waved his hands, and the room burst into blue flames. “Let’s go, asshole.”
“Oh, you were serious?” Renaissance rolled his eyes. “I can undo you completely. In fact, I enjoyed you last time, maybe I’ll keep you…”
Alain smirked. “Come on, then. Prove it.”
Sable put his tea cup down. “So how did it go?”
“I just scared him a little.” Renaissance leaned back in the chair. “He’ll be fine.”
Sable nodded. “Thank you. And for your end of the deal…?”
“I’ll let up on Belial.” Renaissance smirked. “I kind of like Alain, anyway. He’s feisty, and I like putting things in that dirty little mouth of his.”
“I don’t care what happens to him.”
“Really?”
Sable smiled. “Go for it.”