Strong warning, if you skipped the description, LOTS OF SWEARING. Don't complain.
"Xanxus! I swear! I won't cut my hair until that plan comes into effect!" Squalo wasn't serious at the time. He was just trying to make Xanxus smile.
"Yeah?"
"You should swear too. don't cut your hair." The thought of Xanxus with long hair made him smile. Boss certainly would look cute, not that 'boss' and 'cute' should ever come within twelve miles of each other. In fact, there should probably be a restraining order between the two. Boss was an ugly fuck.
"How stupid." Suddenly deciding to change the conversation for no explicable reason, Xanxus smirked and brought up a touchy topic in hopes of causing the hot tempered Squalo some discomfort. "Did you think you could be useful with the arm the Sword Emperor made useless?"
"VOOOI. Don't misunderstand. I cut off that hand to understand the Sword Emperor. That's the strength of my resolve to go along with you. Just watch, Mr. Heir. One day, You'll be grateful that you made me your ally."
Now the boss was grinning, his ugly grin that showed his feelings of obvious superiority."Trash. You aren't an ally, you're a subordinate."
"VOOOOI" was all that Squalo could say before Xanxus shoved him roughly against a wall.
"Call me boss."
This made Squalo frown. He liked Xanxus' name. "Fine. I'm going inside, boss." Pushing his boss out of the way, he walked inside.
Boss followed. "Trash," he muttered, not so sure why he was following Squalo. Although he tried to seem uninterested, when Xanxus followed him into his room, still staring angrily, Squalo couldn't help but get curious. Mainly curious about what would happen if he was to rape his boss. Xanxus was standing in his room, staring straight at him, it was naturally the first thing to come to mind. Just to see what would happen, as he figured that it wouldn't be any worse than losing his hand, he grabbed Xanxus around the waist, and with a considerable amount of effort, threw him onto the bed. Surprisingly, boss didn't put up much of a fight as Squalo wrapped his legs around the other man's waist and returned his angry stare with a grin.
Xanxus was not entirely new to this, as a mafioso he'd had his fair share of prostitutes, much to the Ninth's dismay. Although he wasn't particularly fond of the thought of screwing another man, it felt strangely exciting to have the white-haired swordsman curled around his body. "Maybe you should grow your hair," he growled, aroused, "so I'll have something to pull while I fuck you."
"VOOOI, who gave you permission to do that?"
"Shut up, you shitty shark" Xanxus hissed, putting a strong arm around Squalo's shoulders and pulling him in for what seemed like more of a vicious attack than a kiss. That was the boss. Always having to do things so roughly. Then again, Squalo was the same way. Then Xanxus grabbed a fistful of the white hair, pulling it so hard that Squalo shrieked his signature VOOOOOI before retaliating, biting down hard on the bit of the boss's chest that was revealed by his shirt, leaving a bloody bite mark on the tan skin. He hoped that he was at least able to cause the other man a bit of pain in exchange for the burning feeling he was getting from having his hair ripped out. If Xanxus pulled any harder, he'd be bald. Asshole. Just for that, he ripped open Xanxus' shirt and bit down again, this time with his mouth closed firmly around his boss's nipple. "SHITTY SHARK" yelped Xanxus, twitching with something between immense pleasure and searing pain.
"Narcissistic bastard."
"Fuck you."
"Do it." With that cue, Xanxus roughly shoved Squalo off of him and got on top, still holding the man's hair. It felt good to be dominant. Now Squalo couldn't do anything but glare angrily at the boss's hand, which was pressed down on the pillow next to his head.
Without even bothering to see if it was comfortable, Xanxus pulled both their pants down and pushed into Squalo as hard as he could. "Whore" he muttered when Squalo's body tensed from the sudden pressure and the man let out a moan as initial pain faded into overpowering pleasure.
"Probably." For that insult, Squalo grabbed the nearest part of Xanxus' body, which happened to be the teasing hand, and dug his nails in so deep that it almost bled.
"You're a whore" growled Xanxus as squeezed Squalo's hand as well, cutting off most of the blood to his fingers. "And I'm just using you like any other whore."
"I don't care. Shut up and fuck me." From the start, Squalo had expected that. He wouldn't have it any other way. It would be nice if Xanxus returned his love, but then it wouldn't be the cold and cruel Xanxus he loved. Yeah, he loved the mean and abusive Xanxus, but what of it? It felt damn good to be hurt by him. "Oi, Xanxus, I won't be able to walk right tomorrow, can Bel cover my mission for me? The dumb fuck is too lazy lately."
"Hell no." Xanxus didn't even bother to question the use of his name now. He didn't want to be interrupted by Squalo's annoying voice at all. It was a good thing that the swordsman's head was close enough to the headboard that a quick yank of the hair left a large bruise on his forehead. Squalo's arm flew to his forehead, but he was pushed down again, yelling and flushed. It was all too good. Xanxus released his grip on the man's hair and came, tilting his head back with a satisfied sigh. So did Squalo, but with an a loud moan. "Shut up." Xanxus tried muffling Squalo with the pillow.
"Voi, are you trying to kill me?"
Pulling out slowly, Xanxus lay down beside Squalo and stared at him. Their hands were still tightly gripping each other. "Yeah. Die." He really didn't mean that. Maybe he thought that he did, but Squalo knew that on the inside boss would hate it if he just died right here. Probably. There was a little moment of silence as they stared at each other.
"Shithead."
"Asshole."
"That's you." Neither one was in a bad mood at the moment, surprisingly. They were just doing what they always did. Maybe at the beginning there was a hint of tension and anger, but that was understandable, with Xanxus currently being bothered endlessly by the Ninth and Squalo feeling slightly useless due to his boss lashing out at him. Naturally, they were wild and angry people. Calm didn't come easily to them. Even then it was still a calm with tense undertones, but to them it was a blissful moment. One that could only be achieved by releasing their tensions in such a burst of ecstasy. The look in Xanxus' eyes seemed to say thank you. He was still gripping Squalo's hand, and squeezed it lightly. Even though light for Xanxus was still painful, Squalo smiled. "Don't smile like that."
"I'm happy." He smiled wider "I can't help it."
Xanxus suddenly looked very angry. He glared across the bed at Squalo. "Don't give me that shit. I can't stand you when you aren't yourself." The grip on Squalo's hand released "I can't stand you when you act like yourself either. Shitty shark."
"VOOOOI, STUPID BOSS."
A heavy arm was pressed against the swordsman's chest. "Get out, bastard."
"IT'S MY ROOM." Howling, Squalo shoved the angry Xanxus out into the hallway. "VOOOOI, and next time don't rip my hair so much!"
Nothing of that sort happened again, but from then on, whenever he got aggravated, Squalo would get horny, and Xanxus would either stay true to his bosslike form and command him to stop acting so much like Lussaria, or pretend that he was bored and go off somewhere to escape it. Hence his absence at most of the ring battles.
Of course, Squalo grew his hair. He grew it constantly. Not even trimming the ends. When Xanxus was frozen, he thought of cutting it. When they lost, he thought of cutting it. When he thought of Xanxus pulling on it, he threw away the scissors. Xanxus did pull on it at times, but in more of a do it, shitty shark kind of way. Only when the Varia were around. When they weren't, he'd sometimes grab Squalo's hair by the roots and yank his head backwards, glaring at him in a way that had come to be the closest thing to a show of affection between them.
Those were the thoughts buzzing through Xanxus' mind as he watched the small figure on screen get swallowed up by the massive shark. No more useless emotions. No more annoying long haired freak. He laughed. His men stared at him in shock. Squalo is gone. He laughed again. That guy? No way. If Squalo was dead, then he wasn't Squalo. He watched the screen. Shitty shark must be avoiding showing himself to protect his honor as a swordsman.
Long after the Vongola went home, Xanxus had ordered the Varia away and sat watching the now still pool of water. No sharks of any kind. Smirking, he yelled into the darkness "HEY, BASTARD, GET OUT HERE." As if on cue, there was Squalo, dripping with a mixture of water and blood, struggling to pull himself up out of the water as he shook. He winced as Xanxus stared down at him. "Trash. I'm not going to help." When Squalo made it out of the water, he lay down on the ground, panting heavily. For the time being, he intended to ignore Xanxus. The boss was probably just here to gloat... but if he was, where was the Varia? That was a bit strange, but Squalo didn't feel like thinking, rather he felt like passing out. So useless. If he died, he wouldn't be useless anymore. That would be nice.
"Oi, Xanxus... kill me."
"Like hell I'm going to let you die."
"I'm useless..." Squalo was finding it very hard to stop from passing out. "I failed you, so kill me... it's the rule of Varia."
"You only lost because of that brat. If you had two hands, you could win."
"Are you mocking me?"
What happened next was so surprising that it almost shocked Squalo back to reality. With that same look of disappointment on his face, Xanxus leaned down and patted Squalo'a hair. It was a little rough, but it wasn't really meant to be, Xanxus' fingers were just so used to inflicting pain. "Keep growing your hair, trashy shark." Everything was blurry. The disgraced swordsman couldn't tell if this was real, and couldn't manage to respond.
Yeah, yeah, Squalo already had a fake hand, but this one is better. Because Xanxus wants it for things. XD
When Squalo woke up, he was covered in bandages, aching all over, and feeling entirely strange. His left arm felt cold at the base. Even though it hurt just to turn his head, he did, and looked down at his hand.
His hand?
No.
It was a very well made, expensive metal prosthetic. Much better than the old one. When he tried, it twitched. He tried again. It moved. The Varia emblem was etched onto the back. Who could have... his eyes widened at the realization. Xanxus. With a grunt of effort, he managed to move the hand freely, and brought the cold metal to his lips with a smile. Now, he'd never fail the boss again. A thought of that brat flashed into his mind. Unwanted, it brought a frown to his face. That brat now held the title of Sword Emperor. If he wanted it back, he'd have to fight again. That would be no problem, he was confident with his skills, but he also wanted to train this brat. What was that name again? Oh right. Yamamoto. The Sigure Sounen disciple. During his rest he'd pondered it, and now his waking self understood. That brat could have endless possibilities. He wondered if Xanxus would let the brat live after the ring battle ended. Probably not, but it was worth a try. He scratched his head. How long had he been out for?
"Okay. I understand." Came a faint woman's voice from outside the door. Most likely a nurse.
"That guy is the strongest son of a bitch that I know." Boss's voice? "The fucker should be dead a billion times over." Hah. Squalo took that as a compliment. Xanxus came walking in, switching the blinding lights on as he did. The longhaired patient put a bandaged arm over his eyes and grunted. "Back to normal yet?" He sat down next to the bed and prodded Squalo, smiling at the look of pain he'd produced
"VOOOOI, you aren't helping."
Xanxus fell silent for a moment. "We lost." Loss? No, that wasn't possible. Not with the boss... there had to be a mistake... "that damn Sawada brat learned the zero point breakthrough. I would have killed him if it wasn't for that damn archeobaleno training him." There was nothing that Squalo could say. It all seemed too unreal, too impossible. "Are you listening, shitty shark?"
"Yeah." He moved his arm a bit to stare at the disgraced leader of the Varia. His face didn't look happy. So many emotions twisted together and had left him looking like he was going to crumble. "Should I cut my hair, boss?"
Surprisingly, Xanxus seemed only mildly annoyed at the change of subject. "No" he grabbed a strand of grey hair and wrapped it around his fingers, wondering about its softness. Testing out his prosthetic, Squalo rested it gently on Xanxus's spiky head of hair. He couldn't feel it, but he started to wonder if it was soft. Hair was something that Squalo had never before thought to touch. Big, brown eyes stared up at Squalo, radiating a sense of anger... and sadness.
"You were worried about me..." whispered Squalo incredulously. This emotion wasn't the boss's normal blend of hatred and killing intent.
"Shut up" he growled, but didn't bother to deny the accusation. "I'm just stressed."
"Stressed?" That brought back memories. Last time Xanxus had been so stressed, they'd... oh. It hurt like hell, but Squalo managed to sit up, his back cracking and stubbornly refusing to stop aching. He put his hands on either side of Xanxus' face,the metal hand feeling like a fifty pound weight, his good one scratched and covered in scabs from all the weird intravenous things he'd needed to be hooked up to in able to survive. Those fuckers would pay for doing it so badly.
"Lay back down, shithead, do you want to get even worse?" Xanxus put out his hand to push Squalo back down, but stopped realizing that it would only hurt the man more. He held it there, hoping that it was enough. It definitely wasn't, as Squalo's lips were now resting against his. Xanxus was tired too. Far too tired to fight back. Instead, he climbed into the bed beside Squalo and lay down. "Shitty shark..." he mumbled, yawning.
"Voi, Xanxus, you're one hell of a cute asshole." Laying down as well, the swordsman nestled into his boss's arms.
Snapping, Xanxus summoned the nurse, who smiled at them, got an angry glare in return, then quickly shut off the lights and hurried away. "Listen, trash, don't get used to this."
"Ah, that metal hand, it's pretty strong. Once I can get out of bed, how should I thank you?" Xancus didn't say anything, but he grinned. Squalo understood. "Gotcha." It always seemed to be like this between them, a bit of tension, hatred, and necessity, because as much time had passed, and as much as they'd grown, whether they were fighting or fucking they still weren't two who were able to love reasonably.
