Okay so this is a KHR RP with Belyxsh...well, another one. It's basically the same as WDNTW but we're going to make it NO LESS than 3-4 sentences. Okay, you know the drill.

 

 

Couple

 

Jil x Fran

 

 

Belyxsh, start it off my lovely partner :'D~

(Nvm, they brought the wrong food back )

Bel blushed, sitting up and trying to stand himself up. He couldn't though since the floor was covered in chocolate, which kept him sliding back down. "Sh-Shit..." He cussed, unable to push Squalo off either.

(Lol, imagine Bani walked in right now to get some water and saw THIS xDDD)

 

Squalo struggled to get up, blushing feriously.

"V-voi, get up brat!" He ordered, knowing full well this wasn't possible. Afterall, ths chocolatewas really slippery.

"I-I can't!" He was able to stand at one point, but slid back down to his original position. "A-Ah!" He gasped as he fell back down, right on his butt.

Squalo sighed, trying to calm down.

"Oh man..." He put his head to Bel's shoulder, breathing heavily.

"Stop moving!"

(Lol, why is he winded? He reminds me of that guy from Lost who always hyperventilates.

That guy: *panting* KATE. *pant* YOU DON'T GET IT. *pant pant* WE ARE THE ISLAND. *pant pant*

Kate: Are you alright?

That guy: HAND ME THAT PAPER BAG. *takes, and starts breathing into it*

Kate: ....That had my poop in it.

That guy: YEAH I KNOW. *pant pant* IT SMELLS LIKE MANGO. *pant* BUT IT ALSO SMELLS A LITTLE LIKE COCONUT. *pant pant pant* BUT THAT'S PART OF THE MYSTERY.)

Bel raised an eyebrow. "Then what are we going to do, just sit here?" He asked, not open to suggestions. He was beginning to get frustrated.

(xDDD You made me laugh so hard just then )

 

Squalo nodded, relaxing his muscles.

"Well slipping isn't doing shit for us. You got a better idea?" He asked, annoyed, as he looked up at Bel through his bangs darkly. Though it looks kinda' sexy to me /shot.

"Well...there's only one other thing I can think of. But you'll have to work with me on this," He bit his lip. He didn't want to go through with this. But it was the only thing he could think of. *facedesk* And he called himself a genius...

(I'M READY! DO IT!)

 

 

Squalo narrowed his eyes, looking up at the teen with suspision. He didn't like it when the brat got an idea. Actually, he didn't like it when the brat got an idea he wasn't sure of. Things never ended on a good note. This probably wasnt an exception.

"Dare I ask what?"

 

(YES!)

(I'M WORKED UP NOW. I'M PSYCHED.)

 

"I need you to lick it off." He looked away as he said that, embarassed to be suggesting such a thing. "At least so I can pull you up with me without slipping off."

(I AM T- I'm so scared O_o I just heard my dad say: "Take a shower with us." What happens when I go to bed?! )

 

Squalo blushed profusely, sputtering at the idea.

"Th-that is...I don't..." He didn't want todo this but...he really had no choice. Suck it up Squalo, be a man... Taking an intake of breath, Squalo leaned forward, starting with Bel's neck and began to lick/suck up the chocolate sticking to Bel's delicate skin.

 

(And so it begins...)

(ORGY!!! : D One second while I drive over there. /shot.)

 

Bel took a sharp intake of breath. This...felt really good. Though he wouldn't admit that. But it was tough not to show any signs of pleasure. He was already blushing, resisting the urge to expose more skin.

(Um, let's not forgot this is my DAD we're talking about !)

 

Squalo was also having a hard time controlling himself as well. There was a particular flavor to Bel's skin that made him...well, want more. He even allowed himself to suck on the skin already cleaned a few times, though he tried to make it look like he was trying to clean the mess a bit.

Bel made no effort to restrain a whimper, gripping his shoulders tightly to stop himself from moaning. He wouldn't allow himself to give in so easily. Especially not when Squalo was sick.

Squalo smirked at the small sound. So this was bringing the brat pleasure, hm? Well,this was his idea, Let's give him a run for his money... Tailing his tongue down to the crok of Bel's neck, licking up the sticky substance, he bit harshly into the delicate flesh, sucking on the wound tenderly.

"A-Ahh!" He let go of a louder noise this time, noticing small hickeys littering his neck. He had been doing more than just lapping up the liquid. But he liked being bitten; that much he knew.

(Disreguard what I said last in the pm, it was a False Alarm Your turn for the couple, I'll make the first post )

(Alrighty...then...I pick FongxMammon.)

(Yay )

 

Fong never really hated anybody. He disliked people, yes. But he never wished for anyone to be dead. Sure, Verde was a creeper. Yes, Skull was slightly annoying, and of course Reborn was over-protective at times...and a bit of a player. But he didn't have a problem with them, as long as they left Mammon alone. If they didn't bother the teen or make a move on him, Fong was perfectly content with lingering in the same house as them. Of course, usually in the same room as Mammon. Which was why he was sitting next to the forementioned male, who was hovering just slightly as he read his book, meditating calmly, occasionally opening one eye to peek at his well-being.

Mammon was on the last page of a book he was reading. But he couldn't get over one thing that had occurred several times within the last few chapters. He kept on reading it over, trying to assess what the word meant. God Forbid there was a damn dictionary somewhere around this god forsaken place. He closed it, setting the book down beside him.

(What?! Mammon not understanding something?! That's a crime )

 

Fong looked over at Mammon, sensing his unhappy state of mind. After looking down at the book Mammon slammed shut he easily figured it was because the illusionists felt he wasted his money on such a "worthless" book...again. Afterall, Mammon wasn't to keen on spending unnecessary money unless he felt he really wanted something. And this often was a cause of his frustration whenever Fong sensed a disturbance in the young teen.

"Waste your money again?" He asked smoothly, a calm smile lingering on his face as always.

Mammon shook his head. "No..." He got an idea. If there wasn't a dictionary laying around, then he could just ask someone. "Can I ask you a question?"

Fong raised a delicate eyebrow but kept his eyes closed in peace. That was definitely a first coming from Mammon. Sure Skull or Colonnello questioned him randomly but Mammon? Never.

"Fire away." He said simply, expecting almost any question. It was probably something like: "Do people even know how to write anymore?" or some insult/complaint.

 

(Fong you are so, so mistaken...)

Mammon hesitated before coming out with it. "What's a kiss?" He asked, not looking at his reaction. How embarassing...It was probably something simple.