It was a starless night in the forests of Italy, and so the Varia mansion itself was gifted by it's own seclusion, seemingly being isolated from the rest of the world.
The moon appeared to be the only one at peace this night, as it's beams illuminated the earth below and parts of it screening through a pitch-black window of the main residence belonging to a certain Mafia Family.

You couldn't find sleep this night, which was a reasoned reaction to the things that had happened before you were lying in an unfamiliar bed next to a man you wished to be more than familiar with.
A frustrated sigh escaped your lips while you recalled how it had come to this result, but somehow your memory was blurry and the only things you could remember were demanding hands gripping the flesh of your tender body, lustful groans resounding in your ears and rough lips covering your own.

You turned to the side, facing Xanxus own nude self.
At first it had been a little surprising for you to see that the burn-marks weren't only present on his face and neck, but also could be found on his chest and well-trained abdomen.
Taking a deep breath in you shifted your body weight on your elbow and reached your other out, approaching the male's tanned and scarred skin.


Are you going to wake up, if I touch you? …

Drawing back your fingers you rethought your action.
If he woke up he would probably tell you to get the hell out of his room.
And if he didn't…
You decided to take the risk and outstretched your fingers again. Touching and stroking very lightly over the burn mark on his neck, your eyes resting on the calm expression on his face.

You had always wondered what kinds of demons had haunted him in his past, not being aware of what had been done to him.
How had he become the spoiled, scheming and self-absorbed person he was now?

You suggested that being slightly frustrated and desperate was a given in such a kind of situation. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, when you recalled that Xanxus was not and would never be the easy type. Even now the relationship you two shared was probably only of physical matter, or so you thought it was to him.
Little did he know that he had grown on you, being able to receive the appreciation and the nearness he always might have wanted.

When Xanxus himself cast his mind back to his childhood before his adoption, he felt ire mixed with a tiny hint of sadness.
Apart from that bastard Timoteo it also had been his own mother, who had brought him into a shameful situation, revealing herself as a hypocritical liar.
He didn't care whether she might have had a mental disease; the only thing that mattered was that she was a big peace of trash, just like anyone else stepping into his life.

A muted grumble escaped from his throat and he opened his eyes, gazing at the woman lying next to him, feeling some kind of warmth disappearing from the skin of his neck.

Neither would she ever understand him, nor appreciate him as the person he was.
Even now he could see the fear in her eyes, bare weakness and anxiety being mirrored in [e/c] orbs.
She was trash, just like anyone else he had met in his life. She was not different from anybody. Neither from his mother, nor from Timoteo.

What a waste of time…

You could feel that the aura in the bedroom was changing, a cold shiver running down the back of your neck.
Looking into Xanxus' eyes you knew what would probably happen next, it wasn't like you hadn't expected it from the very beginning.

"Get out, scum."

As the husky voice snarled those three words, you got up emotionlessly, gathered your clothes and walked back to your room.