A/N: The first in a series of XS drabbles/ficlets. Enjoy.

The first time Xanxus ever kissed Squalo he was drunk - not something that makes for the perfect kiss.

It was the day after Squalo first joined Varia when Xanxus ordered him to come to his room through an intercom. And, though it was two in the fucking morning and all Squalo wanted to do was sleep, he reluctantly went, not wanting to get on his new boss's bad side so soon.

When the silverette entered the room and closed the door behind him, he wrinked his nose, the extremely strong smell of alcohol in the air. Terrific, he had an alcoholic for a boss.

"VOOIIII! You called?" The swordsman walked further into the room, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible so he could get to bed. If he didn't do so soon, he would oversleep and miss giving his sword its daily oil bath because he was running late.

"Get over here, scum," Xanxus ordered, beckoning him foreword until Squalo stood right in front of him. Without warning, the Varia boss pulled the silverette down onto his lap.

"VOOIII! Wha-" Squalo was cut off by Xanxus's hard lips on him, kissing him roughly. The swordsman was too stunned to protest as Xanxus gripped his shoulder painfully, slipping his tongue into Squalo's mouth. Squalo had to admit that, besides the strong taste of alcohol, the kiss wasn't all that bad. In fact, Xanxus was a rather good kisser.

Hesitantly, Squalo let their tongues meet, exploring his new boss's mouth. Just as he was really getting into it however, Xanxus pushed him away sharply.

"Remember, you're mine now, scum," the Varia boss growled, glaring at Squalo with hard crimson eyes. "Now go."

Squalo wanted to protest, to curse at him, but something kept him from doing so. Maybe it was the authority Xanxus had over him, or maybe Squalo liked that, just a little. He stood, but before he could take a step, Xanxus grabbed at his short hair, tugging hard.

"VOOIII! What the fuck?" Squalo exclaimed, gripping his head in pain.

"I want it to grow longer quickly," Xanxus stated, letting go. "Got it, trash?" He glared at Squalo with those eyes again, and the silverette felt a shiver go down his spine.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, quickly stalking out and shutting the door behind him.

Walking back to his room, he couldn't help but put his fingers to his lips. "...Shitty boss."