Howdy Kids!

Gosh it's been awhile since I've posted on here... between school, NaNoWriMo, and getting ready to move, life has just been nuts! So nuts that I putt all my FFnet stuff on pause to write.

Anywhoo! I said I was going to revise all these chapters, and now I have. I really suggest giving the story a re-reading to see what's changed, or else you might get confused on what's happening in the upcoming chapters.

Either way, I hope you enjoy!

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word count: 2,728

[I do not own any KHR characters]
I take credit for everything else

no betas, since this is pretty much a smut story.

=Advice/Comments are loved=

.Captain.


Chapter 1: Wine, Veal, and Bloody Bites

After a long day of many near death experiences, I'm beginning to find my nook in this fortress somehow strong enough to contain the Varia.

"Hyuu, today has been so fun! Such tension; it eats at every corner. I can't help but feel excited to be here."

I don't really know why I said this out loud, or why I am even thinking into it, but I continue with, "Yep, its definitely time to cook myself something," as I wander down the mansion's hallways in search of the kitchen.

After about a good ten minutes, I stroll inside the large room to find Bel glancing inside a the fridge saying, "Nothing in here good enough for me."

"Because you're a prince?"

After finishing his sentence in a slightly mocking tone, I can't help but chuckle at his conceit. The girlish tone of my giggles echo off the cold tile. The egos all the Varia members carry are next to ridiculous. I totally fit in here.

He looks my way and grins wider to say, "You can have anything you want in here. It's all trash anyways."

I grin back. "Just like you I presume?"

I had to do it—he's such an easy target.

His hand twitches for a moment, and a small sting on my cheek now zings as a small thump sounds off the wall behind me. So his release has gotten a little faster? I'm so at home here. More excited than ever, I walk towards him while my cheeks start hurting from how much fun I'm having.

"Ahh take a joke, little prince. We wouldn't want you to throw a fit."

"I still want to kill you."

My shoulders shrug. "And I still want to make myself some food. Hmm… you should ask me which one is more important to me while the answer is fresh in my head."

I don't really see how, but his grin gets wider. "Levi will be mad when he finds out I killed you… Oh well, I'll kill him too."

It's obvious that he isn't going any farther than this, so I walk past him as my hunger grows. My hand grabs the handle to the fridge, and one of Bel's signature knives sneaks right next to it.

I look back and cock an eyebrow. "For me? Oh you're too sweet. This will make a great steak knife."

It really will. The edges look as thin as a scalpel's.

His grin stays planted as I get back to my agenda, which only consists of feeding myself. Inside the fridge is pretty much any kind of meat you can imagine, as well as ingredients only chefs use. My tongue slides across my lip in satisfaction. I'm finding little reason to leave this place, except for the fact I do miss going to work. It's so fun to stab people. Too fun.

I pull out a cut of veal, along with some potatoes, mushrooms, onions, and capers after a quick glance at everything they have. Hmm, I should try to find a good red wine… My eyes wander the vicinity of the masterful kitchen the Varia possess until I saw the large, stainless steel wine refrigerator they have. It's fully stocked too.

"Oh wow. My ass is not seeing the end of the night…"


The veal continues to sizzle inside the stainless steel frying pan as I grab the Italian Barolo I found hidden deep inside the fridge of the gods.

"Guasti Clemente & Figli Barolo Reserva, 1988. This looks pretty good. I'm excited."

Checking the veggies I have in another frying pan, sautéing in olive oil, I hear the door open behind me. I prefer the dark more so than light, so I had turned most of the lights off in the room, leaving only enough to see everything within ten feet of me. The doors lightly thumping shut strikes me full of wonder to know who's here, but I'm not going to bother looking into it.

They would've tried to kill me already if they really wanted to.

My hands are searching the drawers for a wine opener, when someone grabs my arm tightly and yanks me away.

Immediate reaction.

The knife I have in my free hand darts towards the person behind me. The person easily grabs my wrist and stops it in its tracks. The grip is making my wrist hurt badly. I sigh, feeling my body shiver from the tension. Just like foreplay, when the first lick slides, the sensation of possible death is enthralling. Enjoying the burn, my head turns to see Xanxus behind me, glaring for god knows why.

I tilt my head. "Can I do something for you?"

His eyes continue their glower.

"Umm, you know. Someone could walk in and easily misunderstand what's going on here. I mean, my body is right up against yours and now leaned over the counter slightly…"

He won't hear any tone of complaint in my voice—only anticipation.

His glare gets harder for a moment, only for him to now let out a small snort. This guy makes my skin crawl when he eyes me—I think he might actually kill me now.

"Uhh, can you let me go? I don't want my dinner to burn."

He lets my wrist go from his monstrous grip while pushing me harder into to the stove. I feel my skin between the counter and my hip bones pinch. A quick and subtle rub on both, and I look back at him for a moment. I then rub my wrist, trying to figure out what he's up to. Of all the people I know, he not only is one of the most interesting, but he's definitely the hardest to read. I like it. He's such a tease, a book that's locked shut. It's a book I'd definitely love to read. Well, not really.

I'm not interested in his life, only where he sleeps.

I can't help it. I'm interested in the scary guys.

They're always the best in bed.

My thoughts are running rampant as I turn the veal over and begin searching for the opener I definitely need now. There's no way I can keep myself from getting too aggressive without guzzling down some alcohol. While shuffling through the various drawers, I look up to see Xanxus, sitting at the kitchen's island and watching my every move. His dominating behavior reminds me of someone. That Rokudo… Another smirk slides across my face. I'll fuck him for sure. As the smirk turns into a reminiscent grin through my focus, in my peripheral is Xanxus. His black stare is tempting me.

"You need something?"

"…"

"Ummm, do you know where the wine thing is? The thing that gets the cork out?"

No response still.

"Fuck it, I'm cutting the top. You want a glass?"

Still no response. He acts like a spoiled brat—a cute one—but in a "I'll fucking stab you grandpa if you call bingo" kind of way. I'd love to watch him kill someone. That would gets me so excited. I bite my lip to the wandering fantasy.

Me. Xanxus. Against the wall. Forcing himself inside. Blood smearing on me. Yes.

But back to reality and giving up on my wine opener search, I find two glasses and set them on the table. Then I look at all their knives, trying to find the sharpest one.

"Hmm, this one will do the trick."

I look back to Xanxus, to see he is still staring at me as I chop the neck of the bottle off in a swift, clean cut. The first pour of wine went into the food, letting the baby cow take in the wonderful aroma that is bleeding out of the bottle. Turning down the stove, I then grab the two glasses and pour the sweet nectar for us to share. I can only imagine he wants a glass anyways.

Xanxus' eyes keep a tight stare on me as a glass slides in front of him. I set mine down and head back for the fridge to grab some more veal, since he probably wants mine. He'd probably take it from me, even if I didn't offer. The meat quickly gets prepared and thrown into the frying pan as I check everything else. Hmm, it's looking pretty good, smells amazing too.

Checking on my ghostly observer, I see he hasn't touched the wine I put in front of him. I also secretly lust on those red eyes of his. So fucking sexy. So I walk over to him, grabbing my glass before asking, "You don't drink wine?"

My hand rocks my glass in a circular motion, aerating the old grapes. He grabs his glass and takes a sip. The corner of his lip twitches slightly as he puts the glass down.

I'm shocked; there really are Italians who don't know how to drink wine…

"Silly boy. You didn't aerate the wine."

His eyes that were staring at the glass are now gazing into mine.

"The wine is going to taste terrible without first aerating it; it's over 20 years old."

I inspect the food real quick before walking next to him. I'm starting to get a read on him, since I could see the curiosity in his stare as I headed his way.

"Let me see your glass."

He glances at the glass, giving his ok (I guess). I go through the same ritual I did with my glass, waiting till the subtle aromas of chocolate, plum, and spice dance in my nose.

"Hmm, smells good. "

After another sniff I grab the stem of my glass while putting his in front of him. "Cheers?"

I hold my glass up, to surprisingly be cheered by Xanxus—no one will ever believe this moment. Ever. I'm even wondering if this is happening. I definitely can get in his pants if he's willing to do this. Watching him, his expression softens as the wine hits his tongue. It was only a second, but I could see him let himself go to the taste, fully savoring it. I'm officially turned on. I love a man who enjoys his wine.

He puts the glass down in the midst of me relishing the sip in my mouth. I close my eyes, rolling the liquid around my tongue, letting my mouth have the full exposure to the wine's entirety. It's like an orgasm. My body covers in goose bumps from the flavor.

Swallowed now, I open my eyes to see my scarred wine friend staring at me again. He must be noticing me—or my hard nipples. Well, I am trying to be noticed. Before I can try more, my nose gives the signal that the food is all ready, so I walk back over to the stove to set our plates up.

I'm excited; my mouth is watering. There really is no better dinner, than a dinner with lots of meat and alcohol. I set both plates on the island, mine across from his, along with the stylishly opened bottle. Just as I'm about to walk back to my plate, his hand grabs my wrist. My eyes avert to him.

"Feed me."

What the?

I respond, "You want me to feed you?"

His response is letting his eyes dart to the knife and fork, and then to my hands. I'm torn between finding this cute, and finding this annoying—I'm fucking hungry.

This is the kind of shit I expect to be fucked for later.

I chuckle and answer, "Okay Boss. But I only play servant on Thursdays."

My hands swiftly cuts the tender veal with the precious knife Bel gave me. With a small piece on the fork, I lifted it to his mouth saying, "Ahh."

He closes his eyes while taking the bite, showing no emotion. I'm in the middle of giving him another bite when the door opens and the lights turn on right after. My eyes slam shut, blinded by the watts.

I jeer. "Ah fuck that's bright. Who the hell turned on the lights?"

A gun fires right next to me and the room darkens to level it was before the new stranger entered. My eyes open to still be slightly blinded. So my hands feel around for the island, and I accidentally touch Xanxus.

I pull my hand away instantly and say, "Sorry."

I was expecting a smack or something, but my vision finally adapts to see him looking at his hand for a second, and then look forward again. I decide to look in the same direction to catch Levi staring at us. He looks like he's having a heart attack.

I sarcastically call, "Aww, is someone not feeling happy? 'Cause your face is looking a little weird."

This was an understatement of his incredulous expression.

He stammers out. "W-what are you doing next to Xanxus-sama?"

"Uhh, feeding him his food so I can eat mine. What are you doing?"

He ignores my question. "Boss! Don't eat her food! She could be trying to poison you. I don't trust her!"

I laugh. "Says the man with weird fashion sense. Plus, he's eaten almost all of it already."

"You—"

"Shut up." Xanxus' glare towards the tall man shifts to me. "You, food."

I give him the next bite while sticking my tongue out to Levi. He is so jealous—this is going to make things interesting. He stops prodding and heads to the fridge, searching for something. I give Xanxus his last bite. Ugh, my food his probably cold now, this sucks. But I feign a cheery tone and ask, "Was it good?"

He gives me this weird glare as he nods for me to come forward. I look over to see Levi staring as at us, until he sees me catch him. His face hides in the fridge again. I feel extreme reluctance to lean forward, but decide I probably have no choice. So I start to slowly lean in until he fiercely tugs the collar of my t-shirt towards him. I hear a rip (dammit).

He darkly whispers in my ear. "I want another hand from you."

Turn my head and look at him. "Huh?"

He tugs my collar again, putting my ear by his mouth again—my back crawls in anxiety.

"Give me another hand, the next time you kill someone."

He says this and then bites the hell out of my ear. I flinch away with a seriously throbbing lobe. What the fuck? Looking back at Levi, the man clad in his Varia uniform seems to be having a stroke from the turn of events. I'm a little thrown off by the Boss' remark, that is, until I rememberthe joke I pulled when I first met him:

While attending an event hosted by the Vongola, I got myself in a small situation with some weak guy. So I killed him. It's not my fault his dick was small and couldn't get me off. As a way to be cute, I cut off one of their hands and gave it to Xanxus, with a heart carved in the palm. I made sure to say, "I got a present for you. Here (showing him the calloused hand), have a heart."

Him reacting to it with that evil smirk made the joke no longer funny.

I watch Xanxus as he rises from the barstool and leaves the room—without picking up his plate. That motherfucker. Who the hell does he think I am? The maid? I now remember how much my ear hurts again, feeling the blood pulse heavily. I touch where it hurts the most, and notice that my fingers are dabbed with blood.

"Hmph, gotta love when it's rough."

Levi asks, "What did he tell you?"

"He wants you to clean up this mess."

"What!"

"Yeah, he told me that he'd bite your fucking ear off if you didn't do it."

"Hmph, fine."

Sucker.

Still gazing inside the ice box, as asks, "By the way, have you seen some veal in here? I was going to have the chef cook me a meal with it."

"Nope. Seeya."

I walk out of the room thinking this place, mainly Xanxus, is too wild for me. God knows what will happen if I stay here. Hah, of course I know.

I'll make Xanxus my new toy.