A/N: Hi. So, if you're reading this, you probably already know what Belphegor, Fran and Rasiel look like. I don't want to go into detail about what they look like, since it's kinda annoying having to do that all the time! If you don't know, you can just Google their names with 'Reborn!' at the end, and it'll (more than likely) bring up their pictures. Belphegor, however, is in TYL, or ten-year-later form, so it's best to add that to your search. This one contains mild-gore, I guess.

Characters: Belphegor, Rasiel, Fran

Beta: Nikita

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor do I want to; this is purely written for self-satisfaction.

Today was a special treat. Belphegor and Fran were celebrating Belphegor's birthday at a fancy hotel. They had reserved a V.I.P. booth, where both of them could sit alone and enjoy the food and the other's presence. It was a calm day, despite Belphegor's personality. For once he was behaving, and doing exactly what Fran had asked him to do. Fran thought it was odd, but found it cute, as well. A prince who does what a frog tells him to do. Although Fran disliked the whole frog ordeal, and despised everything about it. Normally he would wear a frog hat that Belphegor dumped on him, and forced him to wear, but he had asked Bel if he could take it off for today, so he could look formal, and not stupid with the hat. To his surprise, Belphegor allowed him to take it off, which made Fran happy.

Varia birthday's weren't normally celebrated, but this one was special. Fran and Bel had a certain... relationship, to say the least. They weren't lovers, but they weren't just friends, either. Their relationship was complex, but simple. They knew what they were, but there wasn't a word for it. They were just... something! There was no word to describe their relationship.

Both of them were sitting in the fancy booth, that would normally cost an arm and a leg for any middle-class citizen, but due to them being Mafia Assassins, and Belphegor being a prince, it wasn't that difficult to obtain a room of this quality. They had already ordered their food, and was waiting for it's arrival.

Sitting in silence, Fran and Belphegor were sending mixed signals to each other, smiling here and there. Fran would just barely smile, enough that only Belphegor could tell that he was, but nothing special. Bel, on the other hand, was actually smiling to Fran. Not that creepy Cheshire grin he normally has planted on his face. A warm smile. It light Fran's cheeks up, causing them to turn a slight pink.

But, the atmosphere dropped a little when they were disturbed by the waiter with their food. They were happy to finally have some food, but something was off.

The waiter that was rolling their food to them looked exactly like Belphegor. He rolled the cart carrying their food to them. He took off the silver coverings, and placed the food with care on their table. Bowing politely, he introduced himself.

"Usheshe, I'm Rasiel, and I'll be your wai-"

"You're kidding."

The atmosphere dropped dramatically. Belphegor was glaring at the look-a-like. While Fran eyed both of them with curiosity, matching up their features, and coming to the conclusion they either knew each other, or were related in some way.

Slamming his hands down onto the table, Belphegor stood up, knocking over his chair, glaring at the waiter. One of Bel's creepiest grins slowly crept onto his face. The other blond also grinned. Their grins matching identically.

But, before Fran could ask any questions, Bel threw the table away, as Rasiel pushed the cart away, and both of them began to wrestle. Throwing punches, kicking, biting, and pulling hair. Fran stood up in confusion and watched the two wrestle, roll, and wiggle on the floor. Both of them kept trying to get on top of the other to have the advantage, but as soon as they did, their positions where switched. The movements kept repeating.

Irritated at the two immature blonds, Fran summoned up an illusion of a giant, heavy frog, and had it leap on them. When the frog faded into mist, Fran looked at both of the blonds, and smiled the biggest smile he ever smiled. His entire face looked like it came from a horror movie. One of those serial killers who just got a brilliant idea.

A few moments later- More like an hour or two, Belphegor groaned and shook his head, then looked around. He was laying on his stomach on the floor. He tried to move his arms, but realized that they tied tightly behind his back. He attempted to use his legs, but those, too, were tied tightly. Belphegor was unable to move, so he looked around the room to the best of his ability. He was oblivious to the mirror image in front of him, however.

The other blond also started to wake up, he was going the same movements Bel had just done: checking his legs, his arms, and looking around. It took a few minutes for them to notice each other, but before they could laugh, or grin, something felt off for both of them.

They couldn't move their tongue.

Something tight was wrapped around their tongues, and they had no idea what it was. Well, not until they looked at the other and got the idea. Two pieces of strong, thin wood were clamped down on their tongues. Their tongues were as far out as they could go, and mind you, they had long tongues. Both of the blonds looked like dogs in the middle of summer with their tongues hanging out like that. There was drool everywhere, as well. The carpet had dark spots from where their heads were previously rested, and they could feel the drool on their chins, some trails going down their neck.

"Ths isth uur thault!" Belphegor attempted to scream at Rasiel, but Rasiel just start snickering silently to himself.

Wiggling close to his brother, Belphegor bashed his forehead into the other blond. Causing him to bite down on his tongue, and groan.

"Thot that!" Rasiel closed his eyes behind his bangs, trying to hold back the tears of pain. Belphegor attempted a grin, and started snickering to himself as well.

Both of them were being immature, really. But, due to the fact they were tied up, there wasn't much they could do, without getting tired easily, or being in pain.

A few moments later, they heard a door click, and looked in the direction of the noise.

"Thran!" Belphegor looked happy to see the teal-haired boy, but Fran just looked at him as he walked up to the two blonds.

"Having fun, are we?" He sighed lightly, "Ne, senpai, how does it feel to be tied up?" Fran looked bored, and his voice was monotoned. Absolutely no emotion came from the voice, which caused Bel to shiver slightly, and look confused. "I came to give you a small gift, and to express my gratitude to you for ruining our dinner."

He looked down on the two older males, and then leaned down, sitting on his heels. He pulled both of them closer to each other, then duct taped them to the floor, making sure they couldn't move, which caused them both to squirm, and spit out questions at him.

"This is my gift to you."

After he finally made sure neither male could move, he pulled out a hammer, and a nail. Then positioned the blonds so that their tongues were overlapping, much to their displeasure, and annoyance at feeling the other's tongue. But all their thoughts, whining, and complaints were silenced then they saw a long nail hovering over their tongues. The tip of the nails was touching Belphegor's tongue, and he closed his eyes, knowing what was to come, but not knowing when. Fran liked surprises, although he didn't express it much. He liked seeing the blonds to squirm, because they didn't know when he was going to do it.

Both blonds were shutting their eyes tightly, and tensing up.

"Senpai, and senpai's look-a-like, I'm not really going to do it." He said in monotoned, but smiled slightly when both of them opened their hidden eyes, and relaxed a bit. Without a moment of hesitation, he slammed the hammer on the nail, piercing their tongues together in one motion. To make sure the nail stayed in place, he hit the head a few more times, before throwing the knife across the room with a satisfied look.

Both of them were screaming in pain, and their screams made Fran smile slightly more as he walked over, and leaned against a wall, watching the blood pour from their tongues a good distance away. If they tried to pull back in pain, it would end up ripping their tongues, which probably would be a stupid idea.

He walked back to the suffering blonds, and pulled out two rubber bands, and tied their bangs back, and watched as they glared at him, with tears in their eyes.

"You should thank me for taping you down like that, now you won't rip your tongues." He stayed there for a few minutes before leaving them there, and walking to the door. "And you should thank me for the 'tongue-stoppers', too." He opened the door, and looked back at them, who were glaring at him, to the best of their ability.

"I booked the room for a few nights, and told them not to disturb you. Have fun, senpai," Fran smiled again that the two, "and senpai-look-a-like." He quickly stepped out of the room, closing the door as he left. Leaving the two blonds there with a nail in their tongues.

A/N: HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I love doing these kinds of stories. I may or may not have been turned on while writing this. So yeah, review~? :D