Heeey guys, third story of the month! OKay, some may think: she's overdoing it, she won't be able to finish three of them... God no! I love XS, I love writing fanfics about XS, and more than anything I love when I see that my naughty little hands' works are loved, so please review!

'Vooooi'

Then a huge crash. In barely one second the house's ground floor was filled with clouds of smoke and dust. The small building where our target, a lame ass mafia boss from the slum of Venice, was living in had been built with a void in its middle so the dirt quickly gained the roof. The air was so opaque one couldn't see the tip of his noise.

'We're Varia, trashes! Your time for death is now. So get on your knees and pray your god for not suffering too much.' The silver haired swordsman barked to almost one hundred people, everyone wearing black suits and with semiautomatics at their sides – though they were so taken aback by the theatrical appearance that none of them deemed that the fact of drawing out was worth thinking over. As for the shark he didn't lose one minute to slash the first man in his aiming, who had been the man closest to the hole he made into the back wall. It was only the sight of blood pouring from one of their comrade which stirred the others to pull their guns. But too late. The silverette didn't let them time to fight back when he started his breakthrough in the scuffle.

Soon there were nothing more but a silver lightning swinging, cutting, dancing, slaying in a sea of black outfits, from time to time red staining its path and sticking to its glistening. The sound of the machine guns was the phrase giving rhythm to its pace, the last cries of dying people its music's notes.

The outcome of the fight was obvious: there was no way in hell my shark would lose against a bunch of low-level scums. And fuck he liked it. His maniacal grin hadn't flattered once since he scented his trapped prey. The others were just stupid pigs he was slicing, a heap of butter easily surrendering to his sword.

That was all I saw from the same hole. I don't even know why I had to cross almost one thousand kilometers for such a mission; better things were waiting for me back in Sicilia, most of all that new first ranked booze the Marmon baby gave me before I left the mansion (how that baby could buy alcohol I didn't know, and I didn't care).

I yawned. This was getting boring. Only ten out of the hundred were still up and we were there for only five minutes. Just why the fuck did the leader of the Vongola's assassin squad have to come in that shitty Venezia only to find one single trash? They only gave me the fucking reason that anyone we sent to locate him went missing after few days or practically torn to ribbons, so Varia would be the best hunter for that plague rat. Crap. I had to kick one ass or two when I'd get back home. Much ado about anything.

I pulled my X-guns at the remaining scums and shot, stopping the shark trash in his march. He frowned and turned back.

'Vooi, bossman. When people are happily doing their job…' He said while scratching the back if his head with his free hand.

'We're leaving, scum. Now.' I beckoned him to leave the pile of corpses. Losing more time in that rat hole had no meaning anymore; our target had surely fled since long.

'But isn't the guy still… Vooooi!' he yelled when I yanked his hair back for him to follow me. I didn't release it before we got out.

Shit, Venezia is one fuck of a city. First there's no fucking car in the entire place, if you want to go somewhere whether you walk, whether you take one of those stupid boat and bear the surge on the hull until you reach destination. And people. What the heck are all of those people here for? For watching a pile of boulders sinking little by little in the sea, getting stuck for hours in tiny caffès' lines or ripped off by gondoliers. However people can't help but coming back to those hovels.

Night had already darkened the evening's sky. The weather was chilly. The pilot of our motor boat was standing in front of the building, waiting for us. He quickly started up the ship as he saw us coming, me leading/pulling a loud and angry shark's hair. We swiftly took sit on the rear bench before the boat moved off. The canal was tortuous and scanty, but at least that part of the floating city was void of people, only one or two boats were still drifting here and there. After about twenty minutes – twenty long minutes filled with the shark's overly loud voice – we arrived at our hotel. We actually didn't stop there for so long after our arrival. I thought the job would be fast managed: go to the nest and eliminate the vermin, nothing more nothing less. It shouldn't have taken more than a half day, even having two members of the Varia on the job was a waste of staff; yet we found the way to botch it. What a pain in the ass. I mean: he, the shark trash, botched it. No way in hell could that be my fault.

The hotel was huge and luminous, the most luxurious in the city – though high class hotels weren't that numerous in the area. I crossed the wide garden and the exaggeratedly decorated hall in a bee fly and left behind the silver haired man. A sweetish receptionist was keeping him back for who knows what reason. They didn't talk for a long time though since Squalo threatened the man enough for him to shut it quickly.

'Vooi, you bitches get out!' Squalo shouted at three excessively daubed chicks in the royal suite before throwing his sword away. Crap. I surely had been as drunk as a lord when I picked them up much earlier.

'Eeeh? But don Xanxus allowed us to stay…' Two of them whined. The last one was watching placidly at a corner of the room.

'Get lost, slut.' I said before slumping into the giant throne in the middle of the room. A bottle of brandy made its way to my lips.

'So what now?' After the whores left Squalo took a sit in the opposite couch. 'We have to wait for instruction from the Vongola about the new location of the target. But what was that in the first place? Did they give us the wrong data or was that rat already aware of our plan? ...' While talking the swordsman began rummaging into piles and piles of papers covering the table in front of him, reading and writing unintelligible notes on them. What a workaholic, mostly like a book-worm when he's wearing his glasses. (Yes, the trash is wearing glasses, from time to time. I can't help but mock him every time he's putting them.) At any rate I could leave all the work to the shark; after all he was there for that purpose.

I didn't answer. I didn't have to. That's how we're working: the shark trash deliberating about all the details and me taking the final decision. The boss doesn't have to preoccupy himself with such triviality.

Nevertheless I was getting hungry and the shark was still soliloquizing, getting excited I didn't know why, entangling himself up in the mess he made.

'Scum. Call the room service. I want pasta.' I demanded after some time.

'… However I have to report to the Vongola. It's getting nowh-… Aaah? Can't you see I'm busy right now?'

'I don't care, trash. I'm hungry and I want meat.'

'Voi. Didn't you say pasta right before?' Squalo frowned then massaged his temple. 'Anyway they're going to deliver the diner in few minutes. I've already told them to bring something so it wouldn't take…'

A trigger's sound.

CRASH.

Everything surrounding us melted into fire and broken pieces. The luxurious furniture, the costly paintings, the opulent carpets and the sumptuous wallpaper, everything had been swept away by a enormous blast of hot air bringing up a wave of flames. The noise of the explosion altogether with the clatter of the wide windows had been deafening.

When I opened my eyes all I could see was a gigantic, chaotic amount of garbage – previously the pompous interior the Vongola should have to pay a fortune for (though they would have to, and even more with the entire suite ravaged). Curtains and walls – or rather what was left of them – were burning; the ground was coated with layers of dust. I could hear footsteps behind the door (which miraculously was still intact), certainly the hotel's staff trying to check whether the room's occupants were still alive or if they have to call at the mortuary.

'Shiiit. They pretty did it, those dickheads.' The familiar voice said from behind a wall of smoke. Gradually a white form emerged, tottering, from a dark corner, I recognized my right-hand man. He stumbled to the previous throne behind which I was serenely sitting, unwounded, and almost collapsed at my side. A trickle of blood was trailing on his cheek, I noticed he had his metallic hand gripping hard at what I assumed was perhaps a broken arm. 'Still alive, boss?'

'Shut up, freak.' I hissed at the smirking bastard. 'What's wrong with that?' I pointed at the broken arm.

'Naah. Nothing to worry about (Fuck off. As if I was worrying about you.). But that's great, ain't this? Now we know how all the previous assassins got killed by our target.'

The image of the last bitch crossed my mind.

'Aah.' I swept the unsightly trail of blood on the pale skin. 'The number of pests we have to exterminate has just risen a bit. That's all.'

'Fuck it. There's no fucking way I'm gonna stay in such a slough.' I ranted at the silver head. I took another glimpse at the shanty: it was a tiny flat in the second floor of an old building in the Venezia's getto, and consisting in only one room with one bed and one couch, the latter facing the opposite wall, one table with a stove above, and no chair. Left the front door, only a small window opening to the cobbled street below was piercing the grayish wall. No heating when outside temperature was nearing 0°. Shit. How the hell did things end like that?

'Vooi. Stop complaining, would you? I remind boss you were the one deciding to stay in Venezia and track the Prodi's head while they still believe we're dead! What's the point of playing dummy if we're to fire our cover right now?'

Che. When the fuck did I say that?

I grunted and sprawled into the bed, back facing Squalo. Holy shit. The mattress was stiff and dented. I hated that and I hated the shark for that. I was so angry I think I lost appetite. Squalo sighed behind me and went sitting on the couch.

'Well… I'm going to call the base tomorrow so for now…Good night, boss…' he said while lying down; head and a curtain of pure silver were brimming from the sofa. We still had the same Varia uniforms we were wearing in the explosion. But the flat's owner (an old Jewish who was larger than bigger) didn't make a big fuss about our late coming although it was the very first time we were meeting. It tells tales about what kind of scums could linger in the hovel.

The atmosphere was odd. I think about thirty minutes passed by like that. Me and the silver haired trash peacefully sleeping in the same room. I actually couldn't sleep a wink because of the shitty bed beneath me... Then I thought about the silverette. We were almost side by side, me and the shark, so close I just had to stretch my arm to reach him. That was absolutely stupid. The all situation was. And a waste of time. Bit by bit some kind of need was building up within me, urging me to grab at tufts of silken hair, to shove into something hot and soft…

'Hey trash, stop fidgeting like that, you're noisy.' I said as the swordsman turned up in the couch, making the springs creak.

'Voi! I'm sorry but this shit is too small for me!' He roared angrily.

'Stop being so touchy and shut the hell up.'

'You are the one annoying me! Can't you fucking sleep calmly for goddamn's sake?'

'Shitty shark…'

And fuck it. I am Xanxus. I'm not meant to suppress any of my cravings. Yeah. I was right, utterly right; so was the fact that I fetched the silver haired swordsman in his couch, pulled him to the bed, undressed him without giving a fuck to his whining, which I knew would quickly become purring of satisfaction.

'Xanxus… Aan…'

I smirked. Until morning, we still had plenty of time.

'… Mm… So we won't go back before long, I think… One or two weeks, not more…' The very first thing I saw the next morning was the delightful sight of a naked, pinkish skin, and silver hair overflowing like a river everywhere around me.

Squalo was the first awake and was already on the phone with someone from Vongola or Varia, I didn't really care. He was sitting in the bed, a sheet covering his body up to his hips, leaving the rest bare. Thin limbs were glowing with the early light streaming from the window. The day was grey and cold, and so goosebumps were showing on the shark's neck. He didn't see me getting up, as he was facing the opposite side.

'Aah. They are more stupid than what I firstly thought, those blockheads… Yeah, we'll need an investigation team; we'll have to track them to their lair… Make them come here for today… Okay- Ha?' I took the phone and talked to the speaker.

'Hey, trash. I'll burn anyone who would have the guts to come here, any pretext they would give. Just try and I'll kill you.' Then threw it at the opposite side of the room.

'Voi, Xanxus, are you nuts?' The shark trash fumed but rapidly changed his expression as he looked at me.

'Scum. The others trashes are looking for trouble with me and only me. This is a private issue. I'll in person skin each one of them alive.'

After all I could combine business with pleasure, the pleasure of burning down every one of those Venetian bastards.

The shark sent me the what-the-hell-have-been-crossing-through-that-child's-mind look. Yet such questioning never interfered with his capacity to give in to each one of said child's fancies. 'Aye aye, bossman. All we have to do is to cut them, isn't it?' At his gaze I guessed the idea wasn't revolting the silver haired assassin. 'Gotcha.'

Squalo jumped out of bed and started looking for his discarded clothes. 'A good old hunt, huh?' he whistled. 'That sounds great.'

The predator's blood was boiling with excitement.

So... This is the first chapter. I wish you've understood that Xanxus and Squalo are already lov - ahem - fucking buddies. Gradually, I'll develop their relationship until the "lovers" level. Don't burst your mind about the plot: IT IS ONLY A PRETEXT FOR FUTURE SMUT! Yes, I said it and I'm proud of it.

Oh and today's Squalo's anniversary, so BUON COMPLEANO!

Seen you next time!