Our First Snow

Part 3

That night...

Bel observed Fran and Mammon as they ate dinner, brushing against each other frequently, and often looking up to gaze at him. But oddly enough, they were on the opposite side of the table. That fact made the prince feel lonely; usually, he would be between the two, or at least beside one of them. But apparently, today was different, just because Fran had lashed out at Mammon.

It was strange. Bel was very intrested in seeing Fran and Mammon fight with one another over him. It was fun. Their rivalry was adorable to him, and when they were happy with each other, they tended to... exclude the prince. "Hey, Fran!" he called, in an attempt to get some attention. "How's dinner?"

Fran's expression made it seem as though he was mildly weirded out. "Uh, it's good, senpai," he said awkwardly. Mammon practically giggled over the matter, and Bel fumed as the older illusionist leaned in and whispered something in Fran's ear that made the other illusionist laugh as well.

"Bel-chan," Lussuria whispered, leaning over to the prince. "Just ask them for attention. I know they'd gladly give it."

Bel consideded what he was told, and frowned as he saw Fran pull Mammon into their umpteenth embrace. "Hey, you two!" he called. "If your not too busy with each other, how about a little affection before my knife flashes?" His voice was suprisingly like a snarl, scaring even him for a moment. But he felt that his actions were just- after all, if Mammon was allowed that affection, wasn't the prince, the aristocrat, the elite- also allowed that fondness?

"Bel...?" Fran breathed. "You okay?"

"No! I'm not!" Bel hissed, standing up. "You two are only on this planet to please me. You belong with me. Bow down, and get ready to follow through with some much-needed orders." The prince paused, stunned by his own fierocity, and his eyes actually watered a little when Fran and Mammon stood and left.

"For goodness sakes, Bel-chan!" Lussuria cried, smacking the prince on the back of the head. "You idiot!"

"I'm sorry," Bel murmured. "I don't know what... came over me..."

Lussuria shrieked in disbelief of the antics of the three, and grabbed on to Bel's hand, then forced him along, taking him after the path after Mammon and Fran. "Fran-chan! Mammon-chan!" he called. "Hold up!"

It was no secret that Mammon and Fran were both mainly on the 'bottom' of the relationship, while Bel stayed exclusively at the 'top.' And on top of that, Fran and Mammon were both rather sensitive. Bel needed to understand that those two couldn't get closer to him unless he showed his own soft side. The two 'uke's turned around, and Fran held Mammon close, glaring at Bel fiercely. "Need something, your highness?" he growled. "Apparently, Mammon and I aren't important enough to you to even be considered people."

Bel grunted with pain as Lussuria cuffed him on the back of the head. "Apologize!" the Sun snapped.

"I'm sorry," Bel whimpered. Lussuria smacked him again, this time shoving him forward.

"Be sincere about it!" he said.

"I'm sorry!" the prince cried. "Fran, Mammon, I love you both! I was just... I was jealous, because Monta and Froggy were being so close and loving with each other... I felt left out..." Nodding with approval and giving an exhausted huff, Lussuria walked away.

Fran glanced at Mammon, and the both of them blushed in the presence of their prince. "Well... it's not I ever stopped loving you," Mammon grumbled. "But I'm going to make you pay."

Bel hung his head, waiting to be slapped, or punched, whatever it took to get the ones he loved back. "Wow, you don't know Mammon at all, do you, senpai?" Fran snickered. "Tell him, Mammon."

"A thousand euros," Mammon said. Bel glanced back up, and, his eyes shining with gratefulness, swept the older man into his arms and hugged him tightly, picking Mammon up and swinging him around, a wide grin plastered to his face.

"Thank you, Monta!" he cried, before crashing his lips into the smaller man's, and blushing as he felt Mammon's everything-below-the-belt region hug him as easily as arms could. "I love you," Bel breathed as they parted. "I love you so much."

"Hey, guys," Fran said awkwardly. "I love you, too..."

Bel glanced back at Fran, and he set Mammon down, then pulled Fran over, squishing the two illusionists against the wall as he forced himself around them. "You're both so amazing," Bel breathed, hugging the two Mists as they embraced each other. "I'm so lucky to have the both of you."

"And we're lucky to have you, Bel," Mammon joined in, his right arm hesitantly parting from Fran to join Bel's back. "You can pay me later."

"Mammon," Fran said, turning the older illusionist towards him. "Kiss."

Mammon nodded, and the two of them leaned up, but just before they could move in to kiss each other, Bel moved his head in between, causing the two pairs of lips to land on either of his cheeks. Fran and Mammon's hands met over Bel's back, and they intwined their fingers, moaning as they swirled their tongues over the prince's cheeks, both of them imagining kissing the other. Bel closed his eyes and moaned quietly, the odd sensation making him flush red with enjoyment.

Fran soon backed up, and the three lovers each took a step back, knowing that they shouldn't continue something so oddly affectionate here. "Let's go back to my room," Mammon offered.

"Your room?" Bel repeated. "Ooh. We never get to go into your room."

The three headed along to Mammon's room, and as they entered, Mammon silently closing the door behind them, prince and frog observed the environment in silence. There were books neatly placed in shelves that ran over the entire, hexagonal perimeter of the walls, and a single, oval shaped bed in the middle of it all. Directly above was a painting of the night sky, with a crescent moon hanging directly over the bed. Several old, possibly hand-woven rugs covered the stone floor beneath.

"Looks like a wizard's room," Bel commented, sliding onto the bed. Fran joined him, and Mammon looked at the two, his cheeks darkening as he watched Bel place his hand on Fran's waist. It was as though dessert was perfectly laid out for him, the full extra, sweet meal, ripe for the picking. Mammon stalked towards the two, and joined them on the bed, smiling warmly at Bel as he nuzzled into Fran's side. "I love you, Fran," he whispered. "I love you, Bel."

"I love you, Mammon; I love you, Bel," Fran replied, leaning into Mammon as he gazed up at the prince.

"I love you, Fran; I love you, Mammon," Bel breathed, coming in to kiss Fran, while reaching to caress Mammon's cheek. The three of them soon fell asleep beside one another, each of them happy and satisfied. On the same day that they had seen their first snow, a deep realization also emerged. The key to maintaining their relationship wasn't Mammon's need, nor was it Fran's lust, nor was it Bel's looks.

It was equality.

-Part 3: End

-Owari

Ahh, a nice little threeshot, ne? I'm definitely into the 3-way romance between Bel, Fran, and Mammon. :D

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