[Log] Complete
When; July 14th, Night
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Belphegor (prince_ripper), Kanda (hakka_tourou)
Summary; Belphegor bed-ninjas. Kanda is not impressed.
Log;
Kanda wasn’t sure what possessed him to invite the other boy over to his place, rather thankful none of the other exorcists were hanging around nearby. He had to get his own private space within the same apartment complex to create physical barriers from …everyone else. He hated when they bothered him with their stupidity, and he much rather preferred being alone, anyway.
He busily occupied himself in the corner of the room with cleaning his sword as he waited for Belphegor, lips frozen in a sneer, still questioning his own motives. It had to be something in the atmosphere or something he ate because this was beyond sensible.
“Stupid bastard,” he muttered to himself, irritated with his own inclination towards some bloodthirsty psychopath.
Belphegor was no poor hand at infiltration and this was no different from his previous explorations, although his target wasn't exactly someone who had offended either the Vongola family or the Varia, their elite assassins.
His target, this time, was someone who had tried to kill him and had done that attempted murder well if Belphegor was any judge of the matter. After all, it took a very skilled opponent to be able to actually draw his blood in a fight and Kanda had done just that.
He perched at the window, his baggy coat hanging over much thinner clothes as he searched for the form of his opponent. The name rolled off his lips with a curious tone, "Kandaaaaaa."
Kanda’s back stiffened as he heard the lilting voice, fingers tightening almost unconsciously around the hilt of his sword. In a matter of seconds, he rose to his feet and drew Mugen, ready to slice anything in his path.
“In here,” he replied, prepared to end this foolishness. He would kill him this time and with no hesitation if only to put his own mind at rest.
Belphegor slipped through the window, his jacket falling into place around him, heavy from the weight of the knives hidden within it. He didn't pay much mind, though. He was used to their familiar burden.
"Some place," he remarked, peering around as he jammed his hands into his pockets, finally coming across the room where Kanda waited. "What're you doing standing around in the dark?"
Kanda didn’t even bother to answer him, instead choosing to drive him against the wall, piercing his sword into the edge of his jacket as he stared down at Belphegor. It would be too easy to simply stab him through his heart and watch him bleed to his pathetic death, but his arms refused to move, freezing up as he stared down at the face half obscured with hair.
“Shit,” he hissed, trying to will himself to take the last step. His body wasn’t complying at all, pissing him off immeasurably. “Why won’t you die?!”
Belphegor's grin widened. He was good. He hadn't fought someone decent enough to catch him like that in some time. It was awesome. He laughed, the familiar snicker so many of his targets knew as he lifted his eyes to Kanda's shrouded ones, placing a condescending hand onto his head.
"Because you're not hittin' the vitals," he chided.
Kanda made a noise that sounded like a growl and pulled his sword away, instead choosing to press the blade against Belphegor’s throat. His attitude was certainly helping things along, making Kanda want to decapitate him.
When his hands froze again, he definitely knew something was wrong, and he grit his teeth, willing his body to just kill him already. Belphegor’s face, however, was all too calm about this.
“Bastard. Don’t tell me you enjoy this?!”
Belphegor smiled nonchalantly, letting another bored snicker slip through his lips as he readjusted the blade at his throat, the hand on Kanda's head ruffling soft black hair. He really did have pretty hair. Prettier than even Squalo had.
"You're not bad. But, if ya don't cut me, you're not gonna kill me," he teased, starting to get the feeling Kanda couldn't.
Kanda’s teeth ground together before edging the blade closer to his skin, managing to nick some of the flesh. A few pin drops of blood slid down Belphegor’s neck, catching on his shirt, staining the fabric red. Kanda couldn’t tear his eyes away, for once utterly at a loss why he couldn’t finish the bastard off.
“Don’t just stand there and take it,” he hissed, “fight me back!”
Belphegor reached down swiping at the blood and reaching up to drag his bloodied fingers along the side of Kanda's face, his laughter just getting louder. He couldn't kill him. Something about this city was stopping him.
"Don't just stand there. Fight back," he mocked, repeating his words.
Kanda couldn’t stand for this kind of mockery, jerking away from him and slapping the tip of his sword down into the ground. He didn’t know what was happening, annoyed that his body wasn’t following through with anything that he wanted.
He sunk down on the edge of the bed, resting both elbows on his thighs as he tried to think. There was definitely something off about this day because he was most certainly not the only one behaving insanely.
Belphegor stepped over Kanda, contentedly falling back on the bed, his coat making a 'whomp' as it flew through the air, heavier than even Belphegor's body weight. He kicked his legs back and forth. This was fun, so fun. He felt his blood on his hands, exciting him all the more. How many years had it been since he killed his twin brother, again? How long had it been since he'd felt his blood running over his fingers?
"Problems?" he peered at Kanda through shaggy blonde hair.
“Leave me alone,” Kanda muttered, eyes narrowed as he stared at his sword, ignoring the other body settling next to his.
The strange feeling had been niggling him all morning since he woke up, a weird desire to be close to the other in spite of all his previous intentions to kill him. Nothing would satisfy him more than ending the psychotic boy’s life, but instead, he was riddled with hesitation and confusion.
"Nope~" Belphegor grinned, reaching out to touch the black hair. It was so pretty, black like Xanxus' and soft like Squalo's. He laughed again. Kanda was like all the fun things about the pair mixed into one. He wondered what they'd think if they met him.
"Gonna sleep on the floor?"
Kanda’s hand swept out quickly, grabbing Belphegor’s hand and squeezing hard enough to make it hurt. He didn’t appreciate having his personal space invaded constantly by someone he barely knew, someone he was sure he didn’t want to get to know better.
“No. You’re not sleeping here,” he told him, knowing it was his own fault for inviting him here to begin with.
"Said I coooould," Belphegor drawled, fully intending on spending the night. It was strange, but the longer he was with Kanda, the more the ticking seemed to go away. He liked that. He liked that a lot.
“Lapse of judgment,” Kanda retorted, firmly looking away from him, hoping he’d get the idea and leave before Kanda did something -he wasn’t sure what that something was quite yet since apparently it didn’t involve killing or stabbing.
In fact, the more he thought about the other presence hovering nearby, the more his skin seemed to sweat uncomfortably beneath his uniform. It was bothering him, but he refused to take off the heavy jacket with Belphegor in the room.
Belphegor reached into his jacket, pulling free one of his blades with an almost bored air. Slowly, he began to fiddle with it, drawing it slowly back and forth as he thought. Kanda was starting to bore him and bugging him was getting less fun if he wasn't getting any response.
He rolled over and drew a line across the bed sheets with his knife.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Kanda snapped, diving to pull the knife free away, body colliding roughly with Belphegor’s as they tumbled over the bed.
Was this guy fucking insane? How were they supposed to sleep there if the mattress was broken? Wait, no. How was he supposed to sleep there if the mattress was broken??
The knife slipped free, spinning with a strangely metallic hiss across the floor as Belphegor pushed Kanda even further, rolling the both of them until the young assassin had pinned Kanda to the bed, his legs spread over Kanda's hips as he started to laugh.
"You're reacting! You're reacting!"
Kanda’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, immediately squirming to get the weight off of him, having another epic struggle with his body. His mind suddenly held no fortitude to combat the fact that his body really appreciated having the weight over it, pressing him further into the bed.
“Shit, get off!” he hissed, grabbing Belphegor’s upper arms and pushing at him.
Despite his slim frame, Belphegor was stronger than he seemed, wiry muscles proving the death of almost everyone he fought against. He was getting high off the feeling of this power, though, high off the fact that Kanda still had a smear of his blood, his precious royal blood on his cheek.
"We're in bed together now," he laughed, settling on the other and squirming just a bit, teasingly.
Kanda couldn’t breathe for a moment, body tensing up as his body grew hotter within his jacket, enough to make sweat collect on his skin. It was a strange sensation, though not entirely unfamiliar, especially when the heat seeped lower, slithering along the bottom of his stomach like a serpent.
“Stop,” he intoned, giving Belphegor a vicious glare in warning.
Belphegor leaned closer, tiny body pressing against Kanda's longer one. He liked this control. It was intoxicating. He wanted more, more touches, more of this feeling. He arched up against Kanda, his tongue tracing along the sweat that was starting to rise and mix with the little smears of blood on Kanda's cheek.
"You're pretty. And getting scared."
Kanda made a move to shove him away, fingers stopping mid-movement as his features twisted with irritation and anger, unable to deny that his body was enjoying this far too much. The more Belphegor move, the more Kanda wanted to move back against him. The tongue tracing warm and wet against his skin snapped something inside of him, and he dug his fingers in Belphegor’s coat, instead, letting out a harsh breath.
“What are you doing?!” he questioned, eyes narrowed, though he made no actual moves to stop it.
Belphegor didn't reply, just laughed. He'd seen this happen before. He knew how the movements were supposed to go and part of him wanted to see how this went. His fingers were limber as he started to tug and pull at the overcomplicated layers of Kanda's uniform, ripping at the tough fabric when it didn't give under his fingers.
Kanda’s pulse was hammering at this point, and he began struggling again, catching at Belphegor’s wrist to stop him as his glare intensified. Whatever this was, he would not let it happen. He’d resist until his body learned to behave and listen to him.
“I’ll cut your hands off if you try that again,” he swore.
Belphegor blinked and stopped; wiggling his fingers slightly in confusion as Kanda stopped them from the course they had been about to take. He didn't understand. This was the way things were supposed to go, weren’t they?
"Will you?" he asked, "You can't, though."
Kanda made a frustrated noise and tried pushing away from the bed, body crushing against Belphegor’s as he tugged at his oversized coat. He was sick of fighting whatever it was that was wrong with him and continuously losing. Now, he just wanted to get out it out of us system for good.
“Just this once,” he muttered below his breath, still looking angry even as he freed Belphegor’s jacket from his arms.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Belphegor (prince_ripper), Kanda (hakka_tourou)
Summary; Belphegor bed-ninjas. Kanda is not impressed.
Log;
Kanda wasn’t sure what possessed him to invite the other boy over to his place, rather thankful none of the other exorcists were hanging around nearby. He had to get his own private space within the same apartment complex to create physical barriers from …everyone else. He hated when they bothered him with their stupidity, and he much rather preferred being alone, anyway.
He busily occupied himself in the corner of the room with cleaning his sword as he waited for Belphegor, lips frozen in a sneer, still questioning his own motives. It had to be something in the atmosphere or something he ate because this was beyond sensible.
“Stupid bastard,” he muttered to himself, irritated with his own inclination towards some bloodthirsty psychopath.
Belphegor was no poor hand at infiltration and this was no different from his previous explorations, although his target wasn't exactly someone who had offended either the Vongola family or the Varia, their elite assassins.
His target, this time, was someone who had tried to kill him and had done that attempted murder well if Belphegor was any judge of the matter. After all, it took a very skilled opponent to be able to actually draw his blood in a fight and Kanda had done just that.
He perched at the window, his baggy coat hanging over much thinner clothes as he searched for the form of his opponent. The name rolled off his lips with a curious tone, "Kandaaaaaa."
Kanda’s back stiffened as he heard the lilting voice, fingers tightening almost unconsciously around the hilt of his sword. In a matter of seconds, he rose to his feet and drew Mugen, ready to slice anything in his path.
“In here,” he replied, prepared to end this foolishness. He would kill him this time and with no hesitation if only to put his own mind at rest.
Belphegor slipped through the window, his jacket falling into place around him, heavy from the weight of the knives hidden within it. He didn't pay much mind, though. He was used to their familiar burden.
"Some place," he remarked, peering around as he jammed his hands into his pockets, finally coming across the room where Kanda waited. "What're you doing standing around in the dark?"
Kanda didn’t even bother to answer him, instead choosing to drive him against the wall, piercing his sword into the edge of his jacket as he stared down at Belphegor. It would be too easy to simply stab him through his heart and watch him bleed to his pathetic death, but his arms refused to move, freezing up as he stared down at the face half obscured with hair.
“Shit,” he hissed, trying to will himself to take the last step. His body wasn’t complying at all, pissing him off immeasurably. “Why won’t you die?!”
Belphegor's grin widened. He was good. He hadn't fought someone decent enough to catch him like that in some time. It was awesome. He laughed, the familiar snicker so many of his targets knew as he lifted his eyes to Kanda's shrouded ones, placing a condescending hand onto his head.
"Because you're not hittin' the vitals," he chided.
Kanda made a noise that sounded like a growl and pulled his sword away, instead choosing to press the blade against Belphegor’s throat. His attitude was certainly helping things along, making Kanda want to decapitate him.
When his hands froze again, he definitely knew something was wrong, and he grit his teeth, willing his body to just kill him already. Belphegor’s face, however, was all too calm about this.
“Bastard. Don’t tell me you enjoy this?!”
Belphegor smiled nonchalantly, letting another bored snicker slip through his lips as he readjusted the blade at his throat, the hand on Kanda's head ruffling soft black hair. He really did have pretty hair. Prettier than even Squalo had.
"You're not bad. But, if ya don't cut me, you're not gonna kill me," he teased, starting to get the feeling Kanda couldn't.
Kanda’s teeth ground together before edging the blade closer to his skin, managing to nick some of the flesh. A few pin drops of blood slid down Belphegor’s neck, catching on his shirt, staining the fabric red. Kanda couldn’t tear his eyes away, for once utterly at a loss why he couldn’t finish the bastard off.
“Don’t just stand there and take it,” he hissed, “fight me back!”
Belphegor reached down swiping at the blood and reaching up to drag his bloodied fingers along the side of Kanda's face, his laughter just getting louder. He couldn't kill him. Something about this city was stopping him.
"Don't just stand there. Fight back," he mocked, repeating his words.
Kanda couldn’t stand for this kind of mockery, jerking away from him and slapping the tip of his sword down into the ground. He didn’t know what was happening, annoyed that his body wasn’t following through with anything that he wanted.
He sunk down on the edge of the bed, resting both elbows on his thighs as he tried to think. There was definitely something off about this day because he was most certainly not the only one behaving insanely.
Belphegor stepped over Kanda, contentedly falling back on the bed, his coat making a 'whomp' as it flew through the air, heavier than even Belphegor's body weight. He kicked his legs back and forth. This was fun, so fun. He felt his blood on his hands, exciting him all the more. How many years had it been since he killed his twin brother, again? How long had it been since he'd felt his blood running over his fingers?
"Problems?" he peered at Kanda through shaggy blonde hair.
“Leave me alone,” Kanda muttered, eyes narrowed as he stared at his sword, ignoring the other body settling next to his.
The strange feeling had been niggling him all morning since he woke up, a weird desire to be close to the other in spite of all his previous intentions to kill him. Nothing would satisfy him more than ending the psychotic boy’s life, but instead, he was riddled with hesitation and confusion.
"Nope~" Belphegor grinned, reaching out to touch the black hair. It was so pretty, black like Xanxus' and soft like Squalo's. He laughed again. Kanda was like all the fun things about the pair mixed into one. He wondered what they'd think if they met him.
"Gonna sleep on the floor?"
Kanda’s hand swept out quickly, grabbing Belphegor’s hand and squeezing hard enough to make it hurt. He didn’t appreciate having his personal space invaded constantly by someone he barely knew, someone he was sure he didn’t want to get to know better.
“No. You’re not sleeping here,” he told him, knowing it was his own fault for inviting him here to begin with.
"Said I coooould," Belphegor drawled, fully intending on spending the night. It was strange, but the longer he was with Kanda, the more the ticking seemed to go away. He liked that. He liked that a lot.
“Lapse of judgment,” Kanda retorted, firmly looking away from him, hoping he’d get the idea and leave before Kanda did something -he wasn’t sure what that something was quite yet since apparently it didn’t involve killing or stabbing.
In fact, the more he thought about the other presence hovering nearby, the more his skin seemed to sweat uncomfortably beneath his uniform. It was bothering him, but he refused to take off the heavy jacket with Belphegor in the room.
Belphegor reached into his jacket, pulling free one of his blades with an almost bored air. Slowly, he began to fiddle with it, drawing it slowly back and forth as he thought. Kanda was starting to bore him and bugging him was getting less fun if he wasn't getting any response.
He rolled over and drew a line across the bed sheets with his knife.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Kanda snapped, diving to pull the knife free away, body colliding roughly with Belphegor’s as they tumbled over the bed.
Was this guy fucking insane? How were they supposed to sleep there if the mattress was broken? Wait, no. How was he supposed to sleep there if the mattress was broken??
The knife slipped free, spinning with a strangely metallic hiss across the floor as Belphegor pushed Kanda even further, rolling the both of them until the young assassin had pinned Kanda to the bed, his legs spread over Kanda's hips as he started to laugh.
"You're reacting! You're reacting!"
Kanda’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, immediately squirming to get the weight off of him, having another epic struggle with his body. His mind suddenly held no fortitude to combat the fact that his body really appreciated having the weight over it, pressing him further into the bed.
“Shit, get off!” he hissed, grabbing Belphegor’s upper arms and pushing at him.
Despite his slim frame, Belphegor was stronger than he seemed, wiry muscles proving the death of almost everyone he fought against. He was getting high off the feeling of this power, though, high off the fact that Kanda still had a smear of his blood, his precious royal blood on his cheek.
"We're in bed together now," he laughed, settling on the other and squirming just a bit, teasingly.
Kanda couldn’t breathe for a moment, body tensing up as his body grew hotter within his jacket, enough to make sweat collect on his skin. It was a strange sensation, though not entirely unfamiliar, especially when the heat seeped lower, slithering along the bottom of his stomach like a serpent.
“Stop,” he intoned, giving Belphegor a vicious glare in warning.
Belphegor leaned closer, tiny body pressing against Kanda's longer one. He liked this control. It was intoxicating. He wanted more, more touches, more of this feeling. He arched up against Kanda, his tongue tracing along the sweat that was starting to rise and mix with the little smears of blood on Kanda's cheek.
"You're pretty. And getting scared."
Kanda made a move to shove him away, fingers stopping mid-movement as his features twisted with irritation and anger, unable to deny that his body was enjoying this far too much. The more Belphegor move, the more Kanda wanted to move back against him. The tongue tracing warm and wet against his skin snapped something inside of him, and he dug his fingers in Belphegor’s coat, instead, letting out a harsh breath.
“What are you doing?!” he questioned, eyes narrowed, though he made no actual moves to stop it.
Belphegor didn't reply, just laughed. He'd seen this happen before. He knew how the movements were supposed to go and part of him wanted to see how this went. His fingers were limber as he started to tug and pull at the overcomplicated layers of Kanda's uniform, ripping at the tough fabric when it didn't give under his fingers.
Kanda’s pulse was hammering at this point, and he began struggling again, catching at Belphegor’s wrist to stop him as his glare intensified. Whatever this was, he would not let it happen. He’d resist until his body learned to behave and listen to him.
“I’ll cut your hands off if you try that again,” he swore.
Belphegor blinked and stopped; wiggling his fingers slightly in confusion as Kanda stopped them from the course they had been about to take. He didn't understand. This was the way things were supposed to go, weren’t they?
"Will you?" he asked, "You can't, though."
Kanda made a frustrated noise and tried pushing away from the bed, body crushing against Belphegor’s as he tugged at his oversized coat. He was sick of fighting whatever it was that was wrong with him and continuously losing. Now, he just wanted to get out it out of us system for good.
“Just this once,” he muttered below his breath, still looking angry even as he freed Belphegor’s jacket from his arms.