Mukuro knew he shouldn't be donning the same playful smile that always graced his face, but he couldn't help it; things had been boring as of late, and they had only just now gotten interesting; he would have to remember to pay a visit to the boy who had gotten him in here and thank him for such a delightful change – prison would surely be an exciting thing to experience in such a monotonous life.

"Alright, Rokudo, this will be your cell."

Heterochromatic eyes looked at the guard, amusement shining bright in them. The silky tone that slipped from the addressed man's mouth was thick with enjoyment, causing the other to blanch in disgust; it was no wonder the prisoner had been assigned to where he was with this kind of mental state – no one in their right mind should be looking forward to this. "Oya, do I have a cellmate?"

"You do." Mentally adding, And I hope he fucking kills you in your sleep, you sick creep, the guard backed away after opening the gate. "His name is Xanxus. Word of advice; he's the alpha male of the other prisoners, so it's not wise to pick a fight with him."

"Sounds like fun." Mukuro's smile widened, glad that things would finally be picking up for him; after twenty-five years of complete boredom, repetition that had never been much fun in the first place, finally, finally things were going to be worth looking forward to.

"Whatever…" The other man backed away as he gave room to the prisoner to enter the cell. He slammed it closed behind him, not even glancing over his shoulder as he left to attend to other duties; if he awoke the sleeping beast that lay in that cell, so be it; hopefully it would mean the end of the blue-haired man who showed such blatant disregard to everything around him – even without knowing the details of what had caused the other to end up here, there was just something about Mukuro that he didn't like, something he didn't even feel with most of the other prisoners here.

Mukuro chuckled to himself as his sharp eyes scanned his new home. He found that one of the two bunk beds was occupied, a large figure curled up beneath the blankets as they snored loudly. A head of dark hair was poking out from beneath them, leaving the blue-haired male to stare in curiosity; he would love to find out what the other was in here for – perhaps if they both were here for the same reason, they could have some very interesting talks.

Moving closer to the bed, Mukuro reached out with a slender finger, poking his cellmate into waking consciousness. The other wasted no time in throwing his hand out and grabbing the hand that dared touch him, squeezing so hard, the blue-haired man was sure he could feel his bones about to turn to dust.

"Who the fuck are you, trash?" Xanxus hissed, his grip never relenting.

Mukuro only continued to smile pleasantly, as if he hadn't been grabbed in a threatening manner. "Mukuro Rokudo. You are Xanxus, correct?"

"The fuck are they doing putting someone in my room?" There was a sneer on the dark-haired man's face, no trace of his previous sleep showing; he was alert, and he was dangerous.

"I would not know; you may have to ask them that yourself." As polite as always, Mukuro never let his joyful appearance falter. "May I ask you to release my hand? It is starting to hurt."

Finally, the other male lifted his head, burning red eyes fixed on the intruder. "You've got two seconds to leave before I snap your neck, trash."

"I cannot leave, even if I wished to." Gesturing behind him, Mukuro was patient as he explained things; he had always been a master at staying calm, no matter what was thrown at him.

With a growl, Xanxus snatched his hand back to himself. He lay back down, tugging the blankets over his head again, snarling, "Disturb my sleep and you are dead."

"Kufufu~" Climbing up the ladder onto the top bunk, Mukuro let an amused smirk cross his face; he was certain he was going to like it here.

~~XX~~

When dinnertime rolled around, Mukuro had finally encountered the entertainment he had been expecting; it seemed that Xanxus loved steak enough to throw a fit over not getting one, and an amusing fit it had been; when the dark-haired man had gotten violent over it, he had been close to getting sedated, but for reasons the thinner male had been curious about, the guards had simply let Xanxus off with a warning - was he really that dangerous that not even the guards wanted to experience the full extent of his wrath?

As Mukuro had partly expected, a steak had soon arrived solely for the man not all that long later, and it appeared to have calmed Xanxus enough for him to lean back against the headboard of his bed with a relaxed aura around him.

"Xanxus?" Mukuro was observant, and he noticed immediately the way his cellmate tensed and an angry aura enveloped Xanxus. Not heeding the warning signs that the stronger male seemed to not want to be bothered while he ate, he instead asked, "What did you do to get here?"

"The same thing I'll do to you if you don't shut the fuck up and let me eat in peace, trash." As sincere as those words seemed, Mukuro couldn't help but chuckle.

"Kufufu~ Which would be…?"

Putting his plate of steak down on his lap, Xanxus glared at the bunk bed above him, wishing he could see the younger male he was already planning on ripping to pieces; not letting him eat was a big mistake. "I went to kill my boyfriend, but before I could shoot him between the eyes, the cops came."

Mukuro was enthralled by these words, wanting to hear more; he had always had a sadistic streak about him, one that he found wasn't shared among a lot of other people he knew – it was refreshing to finally be able to talk about the kind of things that kept his mind amused. "Did you hurt him?"

A smirk crossed Xanxus' face as he recalled the day of his arrest. He nodded, taking another bite of steak and chewing slowly before he replied verbally. "I beat him into submission and then cut his hand off."

"What did he do to piss you off?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to hurt him, so I did."

"Kufufu~ How long had he been with you?"

"Eighteen years. Stupid piece of trash was fucking terrified of me – didn't have the balls to leave until his pussy friends called the cops when they saw I was going to kill him."

Mukuro smirked, pushing around the mashed potato on his plate. "I forced a minor to sleep with me for ten years. He threw himself in front of a car on his way home from school, and he told the nurses at the hospital he wanted to kill himself because of me. Such cheekiness."

Snorting, Xanxus shrugged, uncaring of the other's acts; he saw nothing wrong with it, having forced his boyfriend into sex daily. "I hate trash like that. He should have slit his own throat if he wanted to die that much."

Mukuro hummed in agreement before he grabbed his plate and descended the ladder, intending on placing it by the bars. "I am going to bed. Goodnight, Xanxus."

Xanxus ignored this altogether, having done his socialising for the night; he was surprised he had even allowed the other to talk to him so casually while he was trying to eat as he had often beat his boyfriend into unconsciousness just for being in the same room at mealtimes.

Deciding that Mukuro was definitely more tolerable than the man he had used simply for sex for all those years, Xanxus found himself able to ignore the blue-haired male's presence; as long as Mukuro knew his place, they wouldn't have many problems.