This is a Katekyoushi Hitman REBORN! RolePlay 1x1.

 

Nobody is allowed to post in this thread besides me or Zexion/Ienzo, but please feel free to read to your liking! Please enjoy the RolePlay, and if you don't favor the following pairings, then please don't bother reading.

 

PAIRINGS:

 

Fon x Mammon

Squalo x Bel

Dino x Hibari

Jil x Fran

Spanner x Byakuran

 

 

Zexion/Ienzo, TAKE IT AWAY!

Squalo glared, though avoided Bel's look and flinched away from the prince's touch. "Voi, I'm fine!!!"

He stuck out his tongue and turned back to the screen. "Bel, want some rum?"

 

"I'm underage, you pervy old lady."

"Oh, right."

 

She was so wasted. He turned off his controller and let the CPU take over. "I'm going out to get some coffee or something."

 

"You can't make some in the kitchen?"

"Not since bossu shot it."

"OHHHHH YEAAAH."

Squalo's eyes followed every movement Bel made. And he especially couldn't get over how Bel's back arched when he leaned over. Squalo wanted to know how it would arch if it were being fueled by exctasy. God dammit, the kid was alluring a damn sexy.

"Voi, stop that brat!!!

"Eh? Stop what?" Bel seemed confused. "Are you just angry that I didn't invite you~?"

 

"Squalo just has sand in his vagina, that's all." Bani stated matter-of-factly, tossing her empty rum bottle in the recycling bin.

He rolled his eyes. Instead of replying, he walked away to his room.

"Damn brat...."

"WE HAVE TO GET THAT SAND OUT OF YOUR VAGINA, SQUALO. IT'S MAKING YOU CRANKY."

 

And with that, Bel left, leaving Bani alone with her XBox. "OH, FINE. THAT'S FINE. I DON'T NEED YOU GUYS!"

"YEP." Squalo yelled from his room, starting up his computer.

Bel came back a few minutes later with a cup of coffee and a bran muffin. "I'm baaaaaaaaack~"

 

"HI THURR. I SEE DAT MUFFIN."

"You're not getting it."

"D'AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW."

Squalo moaned at the imagine on his screen, his hand busying himself southwards.

Bel looked curiously at the spiky-haired girl in front of him. "Is Squalo still up there?" Bani shrugged, executing the final shot at a Tank. "Iunno. He's probably jacking off to pictures of Megan Fox or other girls he knows he'll never be able to get."

 

"Ushishishi."

Squalo pared his lips, allowing a single whisper too make itself known.

"Bel..." He had no clue who was home and who wasn't but he didn't care.

(FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP. Owait. Girls don't fap. They schlick.)

 

"Dare me to go up and check~?" Bel teased, sipping his coffee. Bani made a rapist laugh. "DO IT."

 

"'Kay." He made his way upstairs, somewhat afraid of what would befall of him.

Squalo continued, thoughts of the adorable blond prince raging in his mind. A little louder he said Bel's name, enjoying the sound of it.

Discreetly, Bel pressed his ear to the door, hearing slightly muffled moans. He grinned to himself. HE firetruckING KNEW IT. He thought he'd stick around for more. This was funny.

 

"DAMN WITCH, GET OUTTA MAH FAIC. >:U"

Squalo practically yelled, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

"Ngh, Bel...BEL!!!" Oh how good it felt...

Bel's grin stayed. He backed up a little before KICKING THE DOOR IN. It felt like a Falcon Kick from SSBB. "HIIIII SQUALO. ?"

Squalo shot up, his hand flying out of his pants as he yelped, blushing feriously.

"THE firetruck BRAT?!?! DON'T YOU KNOCK!!!!???"

"Nope~" Bel chirped, poking his head in the room. "I know what you were dooooiiiinggg~"

"I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING YOU firetruckER!!!!" Squalo cursed, his bulge in the leather pants becoming quite uncomfortable. firetruckin' Bel had to walk in...

(LOLZ0RZZ)

 

"Yeah, okay. I'm kinda bored. Wanna play with me~?" Oh Jesus Christ. Whenever Bel said stuff like that, he usually meant throwing his knives at said person or hide-and-seek (KAKURENBOU DAISUKIIII~), which ended in bloody murder 99.9% of the time.

"HELL NO!!!!! I WANT TO LIVE NOT SUFFER A PAINFUL DEATH!!!!" SQUALO SCREAMED his anger vein popping. This brat was insane!!!

"Um...then I won't kill you? You don't have to decline when I haven't decided what to play yet~" He played with the hem of his purple-and-black striped shirt, which was slightly slanted on his shoulder to expose the strap-part of a black tank top. (Yum.)

Squalo thanked the lord that he had self-control.

"Well what...what game are you inquiring?" He couldn't believe himself and the words thatr just spilled out of his mouth.

"I was thinking more on the lines of Truth or Dare, but if you don't wanna, then maybe Bani will want to." He began to turn away, awaiting a reply eagerly.

"VOI, FINE!"

Squalo yelled, mentally slapping himself.