Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the plotline.
Author's Notes: I wrote this drabble for minuki at livejournal. It's 100-words long because that's what my definition of a drabble is. in b4 "wtf u don't kno wat drabble means" and "this fic is too short!!!11". Also: I'm not going to lie. I fucking love this pairing. Unfortunately, I suck at writing this duo.
The Boss
Xanxus is always rough.
Calloused hands in a bruising grip on his pale hips, sharp teeth breaking skin along the column of his neck, solid hips harshly snapping against his own; every action, noise, and expression that comes from his boss is rough and unrelenting. Squalo digs his nails into the other man's back as they both climb towards the peak.
He comes first, a silent cry forcing its way out of his throat.
Xanxus follows moments after, his coarse grunt hot next to Squalo's ear. And Squalo knows that the bruises, bite marks, and sore muscles are undoubtedly worth it.
end.