A long time ago, in the middle of modern Ikebukuro, there lived five brothers. Quintuplets from birth, they each were thrown into different schooling institutions and given different kinds of attention.

There was Shizuo, given the most attention due to his overwhelming displays of strength and his later incessant need to chase down of the young man, Izaya Orihara. The parents were constantly paying the bills of his damage and the costs of large quantities of milk.

There was Shitsuo, accepted into a butler school and later going to work in a comfortable, high end home on the north end of Toyko.

There was Tsukishima, receiving much attention due to the fact the fact that he was always getting lost in the house, let alone outdoors in the real world.

There was Tsugaru, an unnaturally calm and collective child. The only one of the quintet to actually fit in with the nature that was the Heiwajima family, he remained a person of few, but important words. He broke all havoc in the household. He related to Kasuka, the boys' younger brother, best. It was only natural that he was the go to guy for the others' problems, including Kasuka's.

…

Oh, and then there was Delic.

Yes, Delic was always referred to last. It wasn't that he was hideous, deformed, or unintelligent. It wasn't that he was vicious or cruel. No, the only problem with the young man growing up was that he was number five (or six, if Kasuka was included) in their parents' attention.

It wasn't his fault at all.

It was just that he was never really necessary for anything or troublesome. He had no rather outstanding achievements. He was just the child that ignored everyone for his music and grew to the point where his music was all he wanted. He carried his beloved portable turntable around as if his very life depended on it. It did to him.

As they all grew older, things turned further away from the dear lad.

Shizuo came home at night, proclaiming undying hatred of a young raven-haired man.

Shitsuo got accepted as a butler, earning much praise and constant attention from the family.

Tsugaru bought a shrine and saved the historic place from destruction, earning affection from the entire community at large.

Tsukishima…. Got lost more often. At one point earning himself a nice GPS device that was often put into use.

There was no time nor place for the young blond with his brothers around. He was the outsider. After refused the money for college, Delic took up a job in a dump bar. He refused to be anywhere near most his siblings. Their high class dress and perfect lives pissed him off to no end. Shizuo and Tsuki were the only exceptions.

Shizuo didn't visit often though. He was almost obsessive on being as successful as his brothers. He constantly complained of his 'tragic' life.

"IT'S ALL THAT DAMN FLEA'S FAULT!"

Delic shook his head, not even commenting.

Tsukishima called upon him, slowly, less and less often. He was still getting lost often, but he grew anxious at calling upon a brother who yelled at him about it.

As years dragged on, Delic turned to the night life. He didn't feel any need to worry about anyone. He was alone. Always had been, always will be. He gained popularity among the clubs. The perfect host.

Courteous, strong, handsome, and, eventually, the most well-dressed of all gentlemen companions; he was called upon for countless events. Cash flowed into his pocket. His lousy clothing was pushed to the back of his closet for his Armani, Gucci, Dior, and other refined brands of clothing.

He was without a doubt, the best in his business. He even aided his fellows, including loud mouth Linda Linda, in improving their hosting technique.

Perfection was his name, and perfection was his game.

But that man…

The raven-haired man huffed angrily at the man behind the counter. "Am I old enough to drink? You, sir, are an uncouth, hideous ogre!" The man sat straighter, if that was in any way possible. He glared as he produced his id for the man. "I am prince Orihara Hibiya."

"…" The bartender rolled his eyes and handed the id back, setting the drink down in front of him and walking over to handle other orders.

"Ignorant peasant."

The man next to him pouted, an exact look-a-like to the so-called 'prince'. "Hibi-chan~ I needed you to come! Iza-chan said I wasn't allowed to come here unless someone comes with me!"

Ah, Psyche!

Delic smirked and walked over arrogantly, earning a few glances of envy and murmurs of appreciation. "Psyche!"

The 'prince's' companion looked over and giggled, jumping from his seat to hug him. "DELI-CHAN!"

Delic laughed before pulling the man away, "how's the stalker problem?"

Psyche's face glowed with joy, "it worked! I got that scary black man to leave me be! He was so scary!" A loud cough made the man start. "Oh! Deli-chan, my brothers were really really happy about you helping me-"

"Underling, shush!" The princely man stood up and extended his hand. "Commoner, as rather uncommon as this is, I would like to thank you for saving my brother from being stalked further by this so called, "Tom-san"."

Delic felt his jaw tick, "…what did you just call me?"

Psyche, knowing all about his past, blanched, "he calls everyone by underling names! Don't take it-"

"Commoner."

"…personally." Psyche watched as Delic's ire grew.

"I only go by Delic."

"That's nice commoner." The prince yawned uninterestedly, checking his nails.

"Umm… Please don't fight!" Psyche started to cry a bit as he looked at them both.

"I won't fight if I'm given a decent amount of respect."

"I'm sure that must happen often. I hear many hosts are also part-time strippers or prostitutes." The irritating 'prince' smirked annoyingly, "such an admirable job. It clearly pays well."

"YOU ARROGANT ASSHOLE!" Delic felt his rage take over as he glared at the man.

"Deli-chan~!" Psyche pulled the blond away and pouted.

"…what?"

The brunet sniffled. "…I need another favor…"

"What?" Delic blanched.

"Please! Just one!" Psyche puffed his cheeks. "I really truly need it!"

"…Fine! What do you need?"

"Can you… seduce my brother?"

Delic stared at the man in front of him as if he were insane. "…you want me to seduce that sorry sack of-"

"PLEASE!" Psyche hugged him close. "I need your help!"

"WHY?"

"…Deli-chan?"

"What?"

Psyche looked up at him, almost wistfully, "have you ever been in love?"

"Huh?"

The man looked at the crowd in the club and smiled, "a week ago, I was running away from that scary stalker. I ran for over an hour. My legs started to get sore when I found this funny looking place!" He smiled a bit as his eyes glazed over, "I walked in and relaxed in a warm spot. When I woke up later, this man was putting ice on my feet and talking to me softly." Those magenta eyes started to get hooded, "I started to go back to that place afterwards, talking to him for hours on end. I loved it. He was so nice! Then the other day was so traumatic! I accidently admitted that I thought I was in love with him."

"…"

"I didn't know why I admitted it, but he said he loved me too!" Psyche squealed in joy. "I was so excited, until I got home. Iza-chan and my brothers know something is up, but I can't tell them or they'll see my Tsu-chan and then be jealous or pick on us!"

"So what does that have to do with this? Just push your brother into drinking some booze until he gets drunk enough that he is too out of it to follow you."

"I can't! Because the others will be mad!"

"Who cares! I am not sleeping with that…that…"

"Deli-chan~" Psyche pouted, "I need my brother to be able to argue back. I just wanna get a night with my Tsu-chan! If you ever fell in love I would do anything in my power to help!"

"No."

"Psyche! I need you~!"

"You need me?"

"I need you!"

Delic looked over at the prince, yet again arguing with the bartender, and sighed. "After tonight, I'm not doing it again."

Psyche nodded, "ok-"

"No! I mean never! I will not be helping you keep out of trouble with your brothers. You will just have to admit that you found someone."

"Okies!" Psyche leaped forward again and hugged him. "You have no idea how much this means to me! I will repay you, I swear!"

"Tch, whatever. Get going. I'm going to do my apparent job for tonight."

"Thank you…"

"yeah…" Delic watched the brunet run for the exit. Damn...

This was going to suck.

~.~

"I needs a-a-another!" Hibiya swayed in his seat as he hollered for the bartender. The beyond irritated man glared at him before continuing his work elsewhere.

"Hey, princess-"

"Stop callings me a princess!" Hibiya glared at him and hit his arm, probably with all his strength. Without thought, Delic grabbed the man's arm and glared at him.

"Will you shut up!"

"How dare you, you pathetic, wannabe hooker!"

Delic felt his patience snap. He stood up, snapping the barstool completely off. He lifted the wannabe prince from his seat and headed out. The man yelped, wrapping his legs around the blond's waist.

"That hurt-"

"I really don't give a fuck." Delic shot the man a glare, effectively shutting him up. The evening was turning cold, but Delic didn't care. He was wearing his jacket.

Hibiya couldn't think. He felt so out of his mind. He was numb. There was no rational thinking. Just a vast amount of openness. His princely thoughts and ideas were gone.

"Delic…"

The man holding him paused, looking over his shoulder.

"Where are we going?"

"To my place, since I don't know where the hell you live."

"I bet it's a nice place…"

"Huh?"

"Your house."

The blond shrugged, "it's just an apartment, princess."

"Stop calling me that!" Hibiya hit him as hard as he could again, earning a laugh.

"Stop calling me commoner and I'll let up on the princess shit."

Hibiya chuckled, "we forgot Psyche… We shouldn't have forgotten Psyche. He only recently got rid of his stalker."

"He'll be fine."

"How would you know?"

"He apparently found a boyfriend."

"Who?"

"Some guy named Tsu-chan."

"Huh… Sounds gay."

"He's in love with Psyche so he must be gay."

"tch…" Hibiya pouted.

"…"

"…"

"What's wrong now?"

"Now everyone has freaking someone. Well, except Roppi, but to be fair he's weird anyway."

"I'm sure there's someone for you."

"No. I haven't found a woman yet and all my brothers are turning out homosexual…"

Delic rolled his eyes. "Women are overrated anyway. They use you for your body and for someone to comfort them. They're needy little gits."

"Are you gay, Delic-san?"

"Why?"

"You sound like my brother Izaya."

"…Izaya Orihara?"

"Mhmm," Hibiya leaned his head close and hummed confirmation.

"My brother gets into fights with him."

"Shizu-chan?"

"Yep."

"Interesting."

A tall dark building came into view. Delic pulled out a key, opening the door and taking the stairs up to the building. He walked into his apartment and dropped his keys into a nearby bowl. Slamming the door shut, Delic set his guest down on the couch, removing the still ever present bottle from his hand. "Get some sleep."

"I can't sleep on the couch."

"Hmm?"

Hibiya's shuddering worsened. "I can't sleep on the couch, it's too lonely~"

Ugh, Delic groaned internally, why Psyche? Why do I have to watch him… Delic whisked the prince off his feet and headed to his room. "Only for tonight, then you are going home."

Hibiya looked at the fish swimming in the huge nearby tank, the modern technology and the renaissance fashioned furniture and nuzzled the man holding him. "I like your house."

"Okay…"

"I suppose I can accept you as more than a commoner."

"You can?"

"You are my knight. That is my decision. My newly elected knight! You will have duties, but I think you can manage."

"No thanks." Delic tossed the man onto his bed and pulled his jacket off, hanging it in his closet. He wasn't getting paid tonight. This sucked.

Arms wrapped around his waist. "Knight! I demand your undivided attention!"

"Undivided- are you trying to seduce me?"

The brunet blushed hard and hit him. "SHUT UP!"

Delic smirked, "Feeling a little embarrassed? Tell me, are you a virgin?"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" The man continued to hit him, clearly flustered.

His small hands finally quit hitting him, clenching his shirt as he shook. Probably still cold from the outdoors. His pale face held a nice hue of dusty rose. His face buried itself into his chest.

It was too much to resist. Delic leaned down, lifted that brunet's face up, and captured those lips, effectively sucking that lower lip, gaining access to that mouth. It tasted… There weren't even words. Hibiya moaned softly, holding him close.

Delic moved them back to the bed and untied the man's cape, watching it flutter around the man, trapped underneath them as they came closer and closer. Clothes flew to the wind. Moans grew louder and louder. Insanity consumed them. They were lost, lost in each other's lust. Everything vanished in white ecstasy.

~.~

Pounding.

Someone was at the door.

"DELI-CHAN!"

More pounding occurred.

"Maybe he's sleeping, Psy-chan."

"But…but Hibi-chan would never go to anyone's home! It's not like him! Everyone is beneath him!"

Delic sat up, feeling something on his head. He reached up and pulled a crown off his head.

Can I be your princess then, Hibi-sama?

Delic snorted in amusement as he remembered last night. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of the prince sleeping. His fists holding him close. Slowly those mocha eyes opened, looking up at him sleepily.

Delic leaned over and kissed him softly, "good morning Hibi-sama."

"Knight."

"Ah, so you remember last night. I was afraid you might forget."

Hibiya blushed deeply before hearing the commotion at the door, "No! Those peasants are here!"

"I'm sure it's not a big deal."

"Get rid of them! I don't want them here!"

"Yes, my prince." Delic smile grew as he loomed over the prince and kissed him harder, pulling away when he knew the man would be breathless. He stood up and smirked, fully nude, before walking over and opening the front door proudly.

Psyche went to say something when he saw him.

Tsugaru stared at him in shock.

Delic froze.

"…"

"…Deli-chan?"

"…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Tsugaru covered Psyche's eyes and sighed, "Psyche was worried about his brother. Hibiya."

"Hibi-sa- Hibiya is fine. He will be home later."

"You mean he's here?" Psyche pulled the hand away and stared at him shocked.

"He's sleeping."

"Huh?"

Tsugaru smiled calmly, "see Psyche. I told you he would be fine. If my brothers are involved, no one will be hurt."

"Yay!" Psyche smiled brightly and hugged him, "I love you Tsu-chan!"

"Peasants! Go be like that somewhere else!" Hibiya exited from the bedroom and wrapped his beloved cape around Delic. "And stop looking at my knight!"

"Knight?" Both Tsugaru and Psyche frowned.

Delic laughed, grabbing the door. "Duty calls boys." He slammed the door shut and wrapped his arms around Hibiya.

"Knight! Carry me!"

~.~

Izaya looked at his brother in concern, joining in the reactions of Sakuraya and Hachimenroppi.

"Hibiya? With a Heiwajima?"

"What do those clubs have in their fog machines? Hallucinogens?" Roppi shook his head in disbelief.

"It's true!" Psyche leaned forward and argued further. "I saw them! Deli-chan answered the door directly and then Hibi-chan called him a knight!"

"That sounds like him," Roppi claimed.

Izaya looked out his window at the city and smirked. "Set him up did you, Psyche?"

"Huh?" Psyche stared at him anxiously.

"You set him up with your club friend. Just so you could go give yourself to the man's brother."

The accused froze. "…"

"I'm right, aren't I?"

Psyche glared at him, "why would you send me with Hibi-chan if you knew what I was going to do?"

"I was curious." Izaya grinned, spinning around and smirking at his brothers. "let's see what happens, shall we?"

Roppi snorted, "manipulative ass."

Sakuraya shifted uncomfortably, holding onto something underneath his sleeves. A lid of a pocket watch was slightly visible anyway. "This should be interesting."

"Wee~" Psyche smiled brightly.

Izaya returned to his computer and to his chatrooms.

~.~

A/N: I really have no idea where the heck this came from… Oh wait! Yes, I do. Someone said, can't wait for an update for my story Tsukishima and the New Year. It amused me to no end. I was like, "this is only a oneshot… -mental story gears going- Oh crap…"

Later peeps! Reviews are welcome.