When ten-year-old Belphegor awoke to a wet spot in his pants, his first thought was that he had wet the bed, something he hadn't done for a few years now. However, upon further investigation, he discovered that this wasn't urine – it was something he had never seen before.
Bel crinkled his nose up as he pulled his soiled pants off and throwing them in the corner – he didn't know what it was or how it had got there, but he was too embarrassed to ask Squalo, the Varia member he was closest to, what it was; he didn't want the white-haired teenager to make fun of him.
Maybe I should ask Lussuria? Bel shuddered visibly at the thought, the hands that were slipping new pants onto his scrawny body tightening their hold. He's kind of creepy… And Mammon probably won't know because he's a baby. And no way am I asking Levi.
Bel frowned, worried that he may be sick – he had never heard of white liquid being ejected from one's body before, but it was far too embarrassing to discuss with anyone.
With a mental note to burn his dirty pants, Bel made his way downstairs for breakfast, shoving the incident to the back of his mind; he could smell pancakes, and he loved Lussuria's pancakes; they tasted as good as chocolate to him.
Nearing the kitchen, Bel could hear the chatter amongst the other members of the Varia and, creeping as quietly as he could, he snuck up behind Squalo, annoyed that the older boy had taken his favourite spot by the oven where the warmth it radiated always hit him.
"Here's the little brat," Squalo mumbled as he felt tiny hands push at his heavy body. Turning to face the blond, he sneered. "What?"
"You're in the prince's seat." Bel pouted, trying to shove the older boy again, but he was too weak to move him. "That's the prince's seat."
"I don't see your name on it, brat," Squalo said he turned back to the plate of pancakes in front of him.
"Now, now, boys," Lussuria fussed as he handed a plate to Bel. "I'm sure you can sit somewhere else for the morning, Bel."
Bel pouted again as he took the plate and moved to sit beside Mammon. He stuck his tongue out at Squalo before he turned his attention to his food, eating quietly as he listened to the others talk.
They're rather boring today, Bel thought to himself, wondering if he should liven things up a bit – perhaps throwing his knives at Squalo for target practise would liven things up.
Yeah, and if I can hit him, imagine all the blood… Bel laughed to himself at the mental image of his senior bleeding out, staining the marble floor beneath them red. And then – w-what?
Bel glanced down at his lap as an unfamiliar feeling stirred in his stomach and groin. He couldn't describe how it felt other than his groin felt restrained, similar to when Lussuria had bought him swimwear that was too small for him and pressed firmly against his private part, but not quite like that. There was something different about this.
Looking to make sure no one was watching, Bel slipped his hand beneath the table, not quite sure on what he wanted to do other than give his lower parts room to breathe.
Bel slipped his hand into his pants, grasping his member with only the intent to pull it out into fresh air, but the surprising shock of pleasure that ran through his body at the touch was vocalised by a squeak from the blond.
All chatter stopped as Bel whimpered again seconds before he stood up and ran from the dining table.
"What was that about?" Squalo questioned, his grey eyes blinking as he tried to understand what had just happened.
The others voiced their confusion while Squalo chased after Bel, hoping the younger would tell him what had happened – he worried something that had been said at the dinner table upset the boy, but he didn't know what could have – much worse had been said and even done in his presence, and it was always laughed at by the boy.
"Bel, dear?" Lussuria had stopped by the boy's bedroom, having heard the door slam closed seconds before. Knocking on the door, the man spoke again, worry laced in his voice. "Bel? Are you feeling okay?"
"Go away!" Bel replied in a slightly breathier tone than usual. "Leave the prince alone!"
Lussuria frowned, wanting to go in and talk to the younger, but the door had been locked – he found this out when he jiggled the doorknob.
"Did something happen?" Lussuria asked.
Bel just called out again for him to leave, giving the older male no choice – if Bel wanted him gone, there was no changing his mind.
While Lussuria sulked as he left, inside the room, Bel was confused. Why the hell was his penis standing upright, and why did it feel so good to touch it?
I definitely can't mention this to Squalo or else he really will tease me, Bel thought to himself as he wrapped his hand uncertainly around his length, not sure what was happening but knowing that it felt great – even better than when he had stabbed his twin brother to death, and that had been an amazing high.