I know your type, (Your type), You're daddy's little girl, Just take a bite, (One bite), Let me shake up your world, 'Cause just one night couldn't be so wrong, I'm gonna make you lose control.
Xanxus isn't the type of guy to go out. Anti-social, and a total mood killer, it's a wonder that anyone would ever invite him out.
Though, tonight, he went out on his own free will.
A scotch glass in hand, his eyes scan the crowd of dancers.
Some women were looking his way, a smirk on their lips as they seductively move their hips to the beat, gyrating them just for the angry man.
That wasn't what he cared about. He was sick of lying to himself, and sick of those god damn whores who kept trying to get in his pants night after night.
You were hanging in the corner, With your five best friends, You heard that I was trouble, But you couldn't resist
There was only ONE piece of trash he wanted, and by sheer luck, he had found that loudmouth.
That piece of trash was in the corner. Surrounded by some other guys. Xanxus was pretty sure their names were, Levi, Lussuria, Belphegor, Mammon and Fran.
His target went by the name of Squalo. Superbi Squalo.
Downing the last of his scotch, he places the empty glass on the counter and stands up. Moving a foot in front of the other, he starts his way over to the group in the corner.
I know your type, (Your type), Boy, you're dangerous, Yeah, you're that guy, (That guy), I'd be stupid to trust, But just one night couldn't be so wrong, You make me wanna lose control.
"Vooiii! Lussuria, stop that!" Squalo shouts, pushing the obviously gay man's hand away. "I think I've had enough to drink for the night!"
Lussuria pouts, crossing his arms and turning his attention to the other four people in the group, leaving Squalo's mind and eyes to wander.
His eyes lock on a tall male currently making his way across the dance floor.
From what he was able to see, there were scars on the man's face, distinguishing features if you will, and in his hair were feathers like one would see on a Native American.
Squalo saw as two girls made their way over to the tall male, their hands on each of their hips as they look up him.
Words were exchanged, and to Squalo's surprise, out of nowhere, the male was throwing a scotch glass at the wall, making the girls scuttle off, each giggling for some reason or another.
For a brief moment, each of the male's eyes locked with the others, igniting something in each of them.
She was so shy, Till I drove her wild
The sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the small, cheap hotel room. Accompanied by breathless moans, swears and the occasional shouting of the other's name.
Each male smelled and tasted of alcohol, but it only encouraged the erotic behavior each was exhibiting.
With a thrust, Xanxus let out a hearty grunt, a smirk sprawled across his lips as he looked down at the writhing white-haired male under him, flushed and panting heavily.
"The…fuck was your name again, trash?"
A low gasp came from Squalo's lips as the dominator slowly wrapped a hand around his throbbing and twitching erection.
"Answer me, trash!"
"V-Vooii~. I-It's Squalo."
"Good…now let me hear you scream my name…"
I make them good girl's go bad~.
--EXTENDED ENDING--
"Oooh…I'm sooooo jealous." Lussuria groaned, his ear up to the wall and his hips wiggling a bit.
"Lussuria. Why….did you rent this room?" Bel asked, gripping a knife tightly in his hand.
"Too make sure our little Sharky is safe of course!"
'A-Ah! Xanxus!' 'Again you trash!' 'XANXUS!'
"…I think he's safe."
Lussuria's hips wiggled more, "Mmm…I wanna be in there soooo bad!"
