Warning: If you aren't a fan of ??? (yaoi), please don't read.

 

-General BL thread

-Using all couples from ANY anime

-There will probably be OCs

-Probably some strong language here and there

-Rare role-reversal

-Some crack couples

 

ENJOY.

Squalo's anger was rapidly rising--like it usually did when concerning Belphegor. He couldn't recall theadt time he hadn't been angered or annoyed by his presence. Even when he was younger and the brat was only, what, 8 and he had to read him bedtime stories he couldn't stand it. Whether it was the blond's arrogance or lazy, nonchalant attitude, he didn't know. But it was quite clear that something about the 16 year old made him want to sheer off his his wonderful silver locks.

 

"Could you maybe clean up your firetrucking mess you atrocious slob?! I'd like to walk through the halls without stepping in a puddle of liquid thanks." Squall retorted sharply, yelling through the door, obviously infuriated with Belphegor's response. One day...one day he'd regret being so laid back. When it got himself killed Squalo hoped Bel's last thoughts would be: Well shit, shoulda' listened to Squalo.

Bel giggled at his hypocrisy. He was the one ruining his time off! The one who always made his life terrible. He didn't let it phase him right now, deciding to argue just for the sake of it. "And I'd like to enjoy my bath without you yelling at me," he said. "So if you're gonna loiter outside my bathroom, make yourself useful and clean it up yourself. Ushishishi."

Oh Squalo had just about had it up to here with Bel at this moment. His hands shook as he felt his throat beginning to rattle from his pent up anger. There was no way in hell he'd be cleaning up this mess, no sir-ree. This was Bel's mess, his water from his bath. And he would not take responsibility and risk yet another wine shot from Xanxus...again.

 

"I don't give a damn what you care about! VOOI! Either you come out or I'll bring you out!" Squalo threatened, his matching light eyes glinting with pure fury.

Bel was amused at this point, not really caring if he was angry at him or not. Let the guy get mad. Let him kick the wall until there was a good dent in it. He grumbled a bit under his breath. "Try me." Bel taunted, sinking back into the water, the bubbles back up to his nose. He doubted he'd do anything, to be honest. He wouldn't just walk in on Bel when he was taking a bath.

((Oh but he would.))

 

Squalo clenched his fists, trying really hard not to let them fly towards the door or the plaster wall. He needed to relax, he need to be calm, he needed to not have to explain why his prosthetic arm was clogged with plaster. He really really needed to let go though. So he did. By kicking the door with all of his might. And knocking it open. Even Squalo had to think to himself--that looked pretty badass.

 

"BRAT! I want you out to clean that...mess." Squalo hesitated in seeing a set of long legs peaking out of the bathtub, sleek with water. The firetruck was Bel doing with such good looking legs? It simply wasn't possible.

Bel might have been wrong about that, but he was 98% sure he wouldn't have the balls to carry him out when he was...y'know. Naked. He grinned at him, sitting up a bit, making his legs submerge back into the water, though not much. "Are you gonna carry out your threat?"

Squalo did his best to ignore how the water dripped down Bel's body (God he felt like a pedo) and stomped over to the blond, trying his best not to slip on any random splotches of water that had ultimately lead to the leaky spot in the hallway. Carefully standing in front of the blond, he grabbed a handful of the blond locks and dragged him up as gently as he could (with authority) and made sure Bel's lower half was safely submerged under water. Leaning in to Bel's ear he growled threateningly, ignoring how his chest barely grazed the other's.

 

"Have I ever let a threat go? I don't care if you're naked--youcan put on a robe for all I care. Just clean up that mess."

 

((Demanding Squalo=UNF)

Bel cringed as his hair was grabbed, but he soon returned back to his normal grin, childishly reaching around Squalo's shoulders to sloppily braid his hair. His hands were still damp from the water, but frankly, he didn't care. "It's not a prince's job to clean." he countered. "You do it."

Squalo froze as he felt his hair getting braided in the back by Bel's careful, yet damp, fingers. His flinched, feeling his anger rise a level. It had taken 3 hours to straighten his hair. 3. Hours. And now it was going to frizz. Squalo attempted to jerk backwards a bit to break the prince's hold but to no avail.

 

"It's not my job brat! I'm not a commoner or your slave!"

Bel smirked, realizing most of his retorts were just 'No you' comebacks. He rolled his eyes from under his bangs, ceasing to continue braiding his hair. "Ne, if you do it, I'll do you a favor in return~" He bargained, his voice low and unintentionally sexy. "Anything you want~"

Squalo's ears perked up a little bit, his face flushing a dark red at the word spoken into his ear. Since when did Bel have such a mind like that?! And did he really think he was into men? ....Was he? Squalo shook the dilemma out of his mind for the moment, unhooking Bel's arms from around his neck.

 

"No thanks brat, you don't keep your promises anyway."

Bel shrugged, still grinning as he sunk back into the water up to his bellybutton. "Suit yourself. Guess no one's gonna clean it up then." He still didn't have any intention of doing any cleaning on his only day off, so if Squalo didn't clean it up, he might as well wait for Lussuria to get home and do it for him since he was practically the woman of the household.