Drabble for Unnamed

Hey any readers! This a drabble I wrote for a friend who's name I so skillfully left out of this :) annnnd its now been reposted here. (I left the note I wrote her down there because…. I'm good like that… just skip it!)

Dear Unnamed

Merry Belated-Christmas! Here is some good old fashioned porn. It's a drabble so it's short! Sorry if you don't like the pairing ^.^' I was unaware of your favorite pairing and someone topping the hell out of Bel didn't seem awful. I hope you don't mind the horridness but ummmmm it's late? I REVISED IT I SWEAR I DID DON'T SHOOT MEEEEEE!

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Jingle BEL Jingle BEL Jingle BEL rock~

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Belphegor moaned as Yamamoto pressed their bodies closer together, naked erections rubbing creating delicious friction. This was supposed to be an open and closed assignment for the blonde prince, join Namimori middle's baseball team and gain information from the guardian Xanxus deemed to be less intelligent. At no point in time was this supposed to include being fucked up against the shower of the boy's locker room. A shower! How horribly cliché was that?

But it was hard for Bel to voice any complaints as a decidedly un-prince like noise was elicited from his mouth by skilled fingers pressing into his entrance. The taller boy hadn't bothered to use any lube at all but he couldn't say he particularly minded if it meant that the others perfect mouth would stay attached to his throat.

"Ha ha, you better be quiet. The other guys are right outside it would be bad if they decided to check on us right?"

Bel moaned louder at the thought of the other members of the team walking in to find the two boys drenched by the now freezing water, bodies pressed together, their own beloved team member sticking his fingers up the new blonde kid's ass.

Suddenly fingers brushed against the blondes prostate. He threw his head back, tiara clanging neglected to the floor. Yamamoto smirked against Bel's shoulder and continued running his fingers over the bundle of nerves, bringing his free hand down to hold their erections in one fist.

Tension climbed higher and higher until something uncoiled in Bel's stomach and he came with a choked cry, Yamamoto following a few strokes later.

The Japanese boy released the slighter from his grip and allowed him slide down the tiles of the shower. He turned the water off above them, and promptly turned to exit. Bel watched him go without a word, he had never expected the other to stay anyway.

Trying hard to collect himself he pulled his knees together and brought his head to rest on his knees waiting for his breathing to even. Abruptly he heard the sound of feet entering the shower, he lifted his gaze to meet a very sheepish looking Yamamoto holding a stack of towels loosely in one hand and Bel's tiara in the other. The blonde hadn't even noticed him take it.

"I brought us something to clean up with, I didn't want to stand under that water anymore!"

The swordsman walked over to Bel, and dropped the tiara back on his head.

"Welcome to the team!"

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Deck the halls with balls of… never mind.

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Mwa ha ha ha ha ha… Okay. Sorry if it seemed rushed ^.^'