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Most of the time, Dick's ability to sneak out undetected was so hard won that he had to disappear almost as soon as his training sessions with Bucky were finished so he didn't arouse any suspicion with Steve or the other Avengers (although, he'd gotten even better at stealth since his training started), balancing time between the training sessions and his actual secret vigilante sorties had to be carefully done. This afternoon, however, he'd had a stroke of luck - Steve was out of town on a diplomatic mission and everybody else had ended up with excuses to be away as well, leaving Dick free to do his own thing. Training was over with, but now he had a different plan, something he'd been waiting on an opportunity to do since the training began.

"So..." he started, casually enough, lingering back where he'd normally be bouncing out the door (or crawling out the door when Bucky had been particularly tough on him) "How is it you know Steve again?" he's hoping the first question will take his teacher off guard, get answered before Bucky has a chance to think about it, but even if it doesn't work out that way, Dick's feeling pretty determined. He's been training with the guy for months now, he's desperate for information.

Bucky looked up. It was a complicated question to answer. He couldn't really remember how they met. The Smithsonian exhibit only said they'd been friends since school. Some memories have been coming back but not that one.

"I told you. He's my mission." It was only partly an evasion. Mostly, it was just covering up for what he couldn't quite remember. "Don't you need to go home before you're missed?"

Jason had been searching for Bucky ever since the news reports on the UN bombing aired. After the months they lived together, the idea of Bucky doing something like that willingly was absurd. Either the older man had been framed or someone, probably Hydra, had gotten to him. So he'd asked Barbara to research the incident, told Bruce he had some personal business to take care of, and flown to Eastern Europe.

There was no point looking near the bombing. No self-respecting assassin or terrorist would stay near the sight of the crime. And no innocent man would linger where he could be permanently disappeared. So Jason started his search in Russia. It was in Moscow that he caught a glimpse of longish, brown hair and a familiar build. "Yasha? Is that you?" The Russian was somewhat accented but understandable.

Luckily for Bucky, Dick had actually yet to see the Smithsonian exhibit, although if he'd known how many of his questions would be answered by it, he wouldn't rest until he got to see it. So far, he remained oblivious.

"Nope, nobody's home so I've got plenty of time," he answered glibly, quickly moving back to his self-assigned task, given the role models all around him it was hardly a surprise he knew how to be stubborn "What do you mean your mission? What do you have to do?"

Bucky's reaction was to tense immediately at the sound of american-accented Russian, searching for escape routes practically on instinct and a second away from just bolting into a run regardless of who was behind him, but he forced himself to take stock of the situation in a nearby shop window, scanning the reflected crowd for whoever had spoke, there was something familiar about the voice that he hadn't quite been able to place.

When he spotted Jason, some of the tension eased slightly, and he turned slowly to face the other man - although it was clear from his posture that he was still ready to bolt if he needed to.

"What are you doing in Russia?" was his first question, the most important as far as he was concerned.

"What am I doing in Russia? What do you think I'm doing in Russia?" Jason sighed. Really, there was only one reason he'd come to somewhere like Russia. "I'm looking for your reckless ass."

"I have to keep him safe." He sighed. That was a seven man job at the best of times. Steve had no sense of self preservation. "Even when he tries to get shot or his neck broke."

"Looking for me?" Bucky repeated, and there was that tension again, slipping back in. Plenty of people were looking for him right now, most of them for very bad reasons. He didn't think Jason would be here to take him in, but he also couldn't be too careful.

"What for?"

"Yea he does that sort of thing a lot," Dick agreed, Steve really did have a terrible knack for throwing himself into danger "But he is.. you know... Captain America, so... he's sort of pretty good at keeping himself safe. Who sent you to look after him?"

"Saw the news report." Anyone raised by Bruce Wayne knew enough to keep up with the news, both what the public saw and what stayed behind closed doors. "Figured you might be in trouble."

"I..." He sighed. Bucky knew he couldn't hide everything from the kid forever. It was just too much to hope for. But he'd hoped for longer, at least until the boy could hold his own. "I wasn't sent to look after him."

"Trouble, me?" Bucky commented dryly, gaze flicking around the crowd periodically, it wouldn't be a good idea to get so caught up in this conversation that he'd miss anybody creeping up on him.

"...Do you think I did it?" he asked, briefly zeroing in on Jason. Was he here because he figured Bucky was out of control (or, more accurately, in it again), or because he genuinely wanted to help Bucky lay low from the people who did think that?

Now they were getting somewhere, Dick perked up, excited to have a little more information, of course he wasn't going to stop there.

"So you decided to look after him yourself? Why? Do you know him, does he know you?"

The roommate situation was unintentional at first.

Belphegor had stopped by Leviathan's for the sole purpose of paying him a brief visit, more of a courtesy for a fellow demon and prince of Hell than anything else. It was the sort of thing that kept most of the other princes appeased enough to leave him alone when it came to business from back home. He found that not showing face often enough led to some of the pushier princes seeking him out and that was something to be avoided at all costs.

So, it was just a courtesy call to begin with. A visit to Leviathan was an effort to show he was getting just as much attention as the other princes to avoid any fallout from the misconception that Belphegor might favor any of them more.

It was his own fault for listening to talk of moving in, a concept that had been stuck in Leviathan's head thanks to something he'd seen on television. And it was entirely Leviathan's fault for appealing to the prince most likely to enjoy staying over.

Because the initial talk of roommates went from a couple of nights of crashing on Leviathan's couch to a month of living together in a flash. And it was about a week in that Belphegor went from sleeping on the couch to crawling into Leviathan's bed next to him, burrowing under blankets and sleeping for twelve hours a day.

A month had already gone by like that and another night was looking to go exactly the same as Bel made his way into the bedroom some time after Levi had already crawled into bed. He made no move to check if the other prince was already asleep as he slipped into bed beside him and shifted closer, curling toward the warmth of the other body with a pleased hum.

Much like nearly everything else Levi did, it had seemed like such a good idea at first. He had a spare room, and everybody on TV with roommates seemed to have a great time, so why should he be any different? Bel was the perfect choice, he'd turned up in the right place at the right time and convincing the other Prince to do something was remarkably easy when that something involved not going anywhere, and who better as a roommate? He'd never bother Leviathan because he was too lazy to be a bother, it made perfect sense...

...except when it didn't. Because the spare room was far too full to house an actual person, and while they had every intention of clearing it, things just hadn't worked out. Leviathan couldn't bear to think about any of his things in anybody else's hands, and Belphegor wasn't going to make all that effort any time soon. And speaking of effort, a housemate that didn't make any wasn't actually an ideal one after all. It was safe to say the honeymoon period was officially over, now he was starting to get jealous of people who had their own space.

He cracked one eye open as Bel climbed into the bed and got himself comfortable, glaring slightly at the other demon as if that might somehow change the state of affairs that they had fallen into.

"I've been thinking," he murmured, half-asleep "You should think about looking for your own place."

The murmuring did little to keep Bel from wriggling closer, even while on the receiving end of that bit of a glare. He reached forward, one hand curling into Levi's shirt as if his touch was enough to spread his laziness to the other demon.

"Mm, I should," was the entirety of his response as he closed his eyes and leaned in, head nearly bumping against Leviathan's shoulder as he settled.

It only lasted for a few moments before Bel spoke up again, sleep heavy in his tone as he considered the vague thought of dragging Levi closer to completely take advantage of his warmth.

"In a few days, okay?" The question was asked almost as if he intended to sleep from that point through the days in question. And, as if in an effort to silence further suggestions about his living situation, Belphegor slid his hand from Levi's shirt to hook his arm around him instead, lazily pulling at him to suggest he move closer.

Well, at least he'd gotten agreement. He wasn't entirely sure it was going to do anything, but it was a start, and he liked to think he could be persuasive when he needed to be. He huffed out an irritated sigh when Bel started burrowing closer to him, ruining the comfort he'd had to himself and forcing himself to shift to find it again.

"No more than a few days," he said sternly, though in counterpoint to his words he gave in to the other Prince's attempts, shifting closer and sliding first one arm and then the other around Bel until he was comfortable once more.

It was moments like this that he didn't think it was so bad, this was probably the first time he'd been convinced to engage in the embrace himself, but he couldn't deny that there was always something unexpectedly pleasant about waking up with a warm form curled against him. There were a lot of negatives to Belphegor being there, but - not that he would admit to it - sharing the bed with him didn't seem to be one of them.

There was something very pleasing about feeling those arms around him in return, as if he'd managed to win something he hadn't even been fighting for in the first place. Unlike Mammon, who would've wanted to claim the bed as his own, Bel was far more inclined to share. He preferred the warmth of someone else beside him and the possibility of dragging another down into his restfulness, even if only for a little while. That probably lent to him being decent company in bed.

The comment was met with a soft hum as Bel pressed his face into Levi's shoulder with the added closeness, enjoying the warmth as he nearly wrapped himself around the other demon.

"I get it," he added after a little longer, the words murmured against Levi's shoulder. "I should go. I still need to see Asmodeus anyway..."

That was a visit he'd been putting off for good reason. Because ending up at Leviathan's for so long was unexpected, but getting stuck with Asmodeus was par for the course and... well, there was little rest to be had when stuck with the demon of lust.

Levi nodded slightly, allowing himself to drift back into sleep - until the words fully sunk in and his eyes flicked open as he felt a sudden, sharp stab of pure jealousy course through him. His grip on Belphegor tightened without him even meaning to, and it was a genuine effort to keep his temper in check.

It was... strange. Far stronger than he was really expecting to feel; when one felt a particular emotion repeatedly it dulled a little, and he wasn't used to feeling it in response to the mere thought of someone having something he wanted. It wasn't the first time he'd ever felt it so strongly, but it had been a while - he'd grown comfortable here, in a world where whatever he wanted could be gotten almost immediately, his envious nature was almost always immediately satisfied, but he couldn't control Bel as easily as he could the mortals, and suddenly he was faced with the genuine possibility that he might not get what he wanted.

It wasn't like he hadn't taken a tumble or two (or two thousand) with Asmodeus himself, or that he expected Bel to never have done so before, but suddenly the thought of the other Prince's hands on Bel made him feel sick.

It wasn't often that anything managed to drag Bel back from the verge of sleep once he was so close. He'd slept through literal natural disasters in the past, so he obviously wasn't easily stirred by things like alarms or attempts to wake him.

But the sudden tightening of the hold around him was not only enough to make him open his eyes, it was enough to have him lifting his head to shoot Levi a glance. The lift of his head nearly brought them face to face as he eyed the other prince, trying to figure out the source of the sudden reaction without immediately asking. But there was only so much he was willing to consider as sleep started to creep up again and he found himself tipping his head forward, forehead resting against Leviathan's for a few moments.

"What is it?" Bel finally asked instead, eyes closing again as he continued with a more appropriate question, "What do you want, Levi?"

Leviathan hesitated before answering, he was always cautious about admitting it when he was jealous of the other Princes - oh, they had all known him long enough that most of the time they could figure it out, of course, but they were demons after all, and most of the time the majority of them would cling even tighter to whatever it was he wanted - whether just to watch him squirm or to use it against him, it didn't matter, it was just as frustrating for him either way.

What did he want? He didn't even know how to answer that, and for some reason having Bel's face so close to his own was making it even harder.

"It's nothing," he said eventually, tone short "Go back to sleep."

Unlike most of the other princes, Bel was the demon most likely to give in to the whims of the rest of them if it meant getting them off his case quicker. And in most instances, he didn't have to think about what it was he was expected to give in order to make that happen. Leviathan was a special case with the way his wants changed so easily, the sin he embodied making him probably the most fickle of the bunch of them.

Still, Bel preferred his company to many of the others, maybe because of that fickleness.

"If you're sure." The agreement came after a couple of moments, Bel's head tilting as if to nod against Levi's. Then he let his head tip to the side, breaking the contact of their foreheads in favor of nuzzling into the other demon's shoulder again. "Night."

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