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!

"NO!" He tossed the dress across the room, making a fist and throwing a huge hissy fit in the middle of the room. "BUT I DON'T WAAANNAAAAA!!"

Xanxus got out his gun, the weapon glowing with the contained flames, and pointed it at Bel.

"Trash, you're making a scene. I'll kill you for wasting my time."

 

(Me: *Is knocked out*

Colonnello: Nicely done.

Skull: Thanks senpai )

Bel put his hands up in defense. "B-Be cool, bossu, we're all friends here." He took the bag and backed out of his office. "Damn dress...I'm male! I don't fit into these girly firetrucking..." He held the short dress up to his waist and blushed. It'd show off a good amount of his legs. And it came with thigh-high tights as well.

Squalo walked into Bel's room and snickered at the blond's actions. He was holding up the skimpy dres for their mission. He wasn't to happy about the job but he could bear with it as long as the brat was humilated.

"VOI! Is that what you're wearing? This'll be fun to watch." Squalo announced smirking.

"Shut your mouth, sharkie." He said simply, pulling out the matching gloves, heels and black panties. Bel growled at the sight, shoving the accessories and underwear back in the pink bag it came in.

Squalo snorted, having to bite his lip to hold in his laughter.

"At least I'm not wearing a slutty dress. Though I suppose it is your style." He sneered, narrowing his eyes. "Get dressed, we have to gt ready. We'll be staying in a hotel until the party starts." With that he pushed off the wall, going into Bel's bathroom to get changed.

Bel scowled, watching as he went in. "You're just jealous because I'm prettier than you~" He taunted, slipping off his pants and shirt and boxers. The first to get on was the panties.

"firetruck you." Squalo got dressed in no time, and didn't bother to ask Bel if he was done before walking out.

"OH FU-" He immedietly went back into the bathroom, blushing furiously. He wouldn't admit it but Bel had the nicest legs and smoothest skin ever. Dude, did that guy ever get a pimple?! Squalo sighed. The brat was still annoying.

"You done yet?!"

Bel had the dress on, zipped and everything, and all he had left were the gloves, jewelry, stockings and shoes. "Okay, I think i'm good..." He said back, pulling up one of his stockings.

Squalo walked out and nearly died of bloodloss.

"Ah! I-er-yeah...let's get going..." God, just WATCHING the way that fabric slid over Bel's legs was....GAH I'm firetrucking Varia! I shouldn't be thinking this...Still, his thighs were so...delici-NO SQUALO, NO!!!

Bel slid on the other one, grinning at Squalo. "You look so cuuute~." He meant that as a compliment, but it kinda didn't sound like it. Bel refused to wear the extensions or take off the tiara. He was happy with the way he looked but was still against the seducing idea.

"Uh...thank you?" He said, somewhat in a question form. "L-Let's go." He said quickly, exiting the manor and sliding into the driver's seat of a cherry red ferarri. He had no idea why he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

Bel swung his legs playfully and leaned back in the seat. Bel turned to him. "Are we theeeere yeeeet?"

"NO! The hotel is a good 45 minutes away, so you're going to have to wait!" He snapped, flicking Bel in the head, ignoring -not really- the soft, silkiness of his hair.

Bel made a little whine of protest, crossing his arms and pouting. "Mneeehhh." If there was one thing he hated more than dressing in girls clothes, it was waiting.

~At the hotel~

 

Squalo flopped down onto the couch of the hotel, yawning. The ride was...long...and not fun to put it simply. Meaning he had to put up with Bel's whining. Joooy...

Bel sat next to him, the train to his dress parted to the side. "Squalo I'm bored again~" He complained, bouncing in his place.

"VOI, I DON'T CARE! Go watch tv or something!" He scowled, slapping Bel behind the head. Again with the soft hair...

"Okay." He got the remote, changing the channel to FearNet. "Squuuaaalooo~"

Squalo flinched. God he hated FearNet...

"WHAT?!"

Bel leaned his head on Squalo's shoulder. "You told me to get ready but it doesn't start until laaater~"

Squalo shrugged Bel's head off and glared.

"Because that's what the mission file said to do! You were to busy worrying about your stupid dress!"

"Do you have sand in your vagina, Squalo? Your words are very negative." He said, rubbing his head in pain.

Squalo simply flipped him the middle finger before reaching for the remote.

"Gimme. I hate crap like this."

"No!" He held it away from Squalo, hugging it to his chest protectively.