Xanxus -x- Mukuro

"Ku fufufu, but your steak is cooked to your specifications." Mukuro chuckled condescendingly at the man slouching in the throne in the center of the room.

"Trash, it wasn't when you brought it in here, why would it have changed?" Xanxus growled back.

"Oya oya, take a look yourself. If you weren't so high above me I would tell you that you were mistaken on first glance."

Mukuro looked sidelong through his blue bangs, smirking. Xanxus whipped his head up.

What was that, trash? Did you say something?" He reached for his guns.

Mukuro just chuckled again.

Xanxus huffed at the lack of respect on the other man's part and slouched further, looking in the other direction haughtily.

After a mere five minutes of Xanxus trying to ignore the blue pineapple that was chuckling softly just beyond his peripheral, Xanxus whirled around once again.

"What the hell are you doing, trash? You're interrupting my broo—" Xanxus trailed off, staring in shock at the sight before him.

Mukuro's illusions had made…a bigger throne than his; a better throne than his. To top it off the blue bastard was sitting sideways with his legs draped across the armrest.

Xanxus growled, what an impertinent way to ruin a perfectly good throne.

"Oi, you don't deserve to sit in a throne like that. Get up and make way for your superior, Vongola brat." Xanxus stood swiftly with a flick of his wrist, his fur trimmed cape flung out behind him, near majestically.

Mukuro balanced his forehead on three fingers and shook his head softly, "Oya oya, you're a noisy one. Must I remind you that I dislike being associated with Tsunayoshi's little posse? This chair rightfully belongs to me as I made it myself." Mukuro chuckled again, "Ku fufu, if you would like to sit in it, you will have to sit on my lap. I don't feel like moving just now."

Xanxus' face darkened. He stalked over to the throne and threw himself down, making sure to land hard, trying to cause the other man as much pain as possible.

Mukuro chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Xanxus' waist. "Maa maa, that was quick. I didn't even have to ask twice."

Xanxus growled loudly, "Get your hands off of me, you perverted pineapple!" He grabbed Mukuro's wrists, trying to pull them apart.

Mukuro just laughed softly, nuzzling his nose into Xanxus' shoulder. "Now now, I thought you wanted to sit in the chair with me."

Xanxus doubled his efforts to loosen the other man's arms. "You were not included in that."

Mukuro smiled, turning the other man around to face him. "Your name has two X's in it, does it not?"

Xanxus raised an eyebrow. "Tch, of course it does, trash. Let me go."

Mukuro turned a mischievous smirk onto him, "Are you aware of what X's stand for?"

Xanxus barked a laugh suddenly. "Of course I'm aware, they stand for 'ten'. And since I have two of them in my name I am doubly qualified to be Vongola Decimo."

Mukuro shook his head. "Ah, you are sadly mistaken." Xanxus was about to retort loudly when Mukuro continued, cutting him off. "X's actually stand for kisses." Mukuro leaned up and kissed Xanxus on both cheeks. "There, one for each X."

Mukuro settled back into the comfortable throne, still holding Xanxus' waist, ignoring the murderous aura eminating from the angry and powerful man sitting in his lap. "Tell you what, trash. I will give you a ten second head start before I kill you, on one condition."

Mukuro tilted his head. "Oh?" and what is that?" Xanxus smirked, reaching, yet again, for both guns.

"I get to keep the chair."