Seven Devils

Trigger warnings: Smut, mentions of abuse, swearing…smut

Chapter o4. Stranger than Kindness

Your sleeping hands journey
They loiter
Stranger than kindness
You hold me so carelessly close
Tell me I'm dirty
I'm a stranger
I'm a stranger
I'm a stranger to kindness

~Fever Ray

Laupine loathed the tears that begun to build up in her eyes as she shook under Xanxus hungry glare. She wanted to laugh at how quickly her resolve left her the more time she spent alone with him. The blonde could feel him moving behind her, but she didn't dare look anywhere but at the dark ocean outside the cabins floor to ceiling windows. With one last attempt, she closed her eyes to keep the tears from falling.

I'm an Alaude, I can be brave.

She half hoped that the lie she kept repeating over and over would come true.

Xanxus approached his bride with apprehension. She didn't move when he pressed his chest to her back. Her hands stay at her sides while careless fingers worked at the buttons of her dress. He only stopped when the tears begun to fall down her cheeks. The dark haired man had half the mind to yank her to him and force her to stop. Instead he brought his hand to cup at her cheek rubbing the tears away with his thumb. Her dress was just off her shoulders, barely revealing her bare chest. She tried to bring her arms up to cover herself but he firmly pulled them away.

He had dreamt about this moment since the first night she had left Italy; he wasn't going to let the young Doe ruin it with tears. If she knew what I wanted to do to her, his fingers rubbed circles into her wrist, she'd probably run off screaming.

"Do you know what's supposed to happen now?" He asked in French.

Laupine nodded taking a deep breath. She flinched as he brought a calloused hand to rub against her cheek bone. He liked her cheeks the best, especially when they were tear stained and glowing red. A pant left her lips as his hand glided down the length of her pale neck. If he closed his eyes, her tears wouldn't exist.

Xanxus sighed; this was not at all how he had planned. He found himself asking something he had never asked before, "Devo vostro permesso?"

It took a moment for Laupine to compose herself; slowly she nodded sniffing in the process, "Si."

The dress fell to her feet.

He didn't touch her right away; walking around her to get a better look at her form. Her ethereal beauty was too much for him to handle. He had begun to question if he truly wished to stain her skin with his hands. Laupine had to turn her gaze away when he finally rested his hands on her hips. His touch was light at first, then harder. She could feel the fierce strength in his hands, but he never hurt her.

"Look at me." He ordered quietly, his voice dripping with derision for himself as the little rabbit before him flickered her violet stare to his crimson eyes.

He ran his hands up her sides then took her arms studying each to find no imperfections. Is she even real? He wondered holding her hand in his own brushing each of her fingers. He began to walk her to the bed before pushing her down to sit. She puffed softly as his ministration was directed at her legs. Xanxus had knelt down before her and was now running his hands along her thighs while resting kisses at her knees.

She was a little thing, confusion settled on her delicate features. Not enough to replace the fear but enough to cause her brows to furrow wondering what he was going to do.

Xanxus scared hands began to pull at her underwear, "Sit up."

Laupine did as she was bid; watching with wide eyes as he slipped the last of her clothing off her. Discarding it where her dress laid forgotten.

With a firm grip on the back of her knees he pulled her legs apart to reveal her core. Laupine gulped unsure of what it was that he was doing. His teeth nipped at her inner thighs causing her to whimper from the strange feeling.

"Xanx- oh!" She cried realizing exactly what he was doing.

She had never experienced anything like it before. The pleasure was new and strange, not at all what she thought would happen. It was too much for her that she flopped back on her elbows.

I'm enjoying this.

The thought surprised her, before being distracted by his hands pinching at her to keep her legs apart. She tried to contain the whimpers that were trying to leave her lips.

But not for long.

Laupine gasped and arched her back when he began to stroke lightly over the surface of her nub. Her eyes opened to be met with his crimson hues, which were watching her every expression with a dark intensity. Laupine could have sworn her face was on fire with embarrassment.

Xanxus chuckled against her skin causing the vibrations to run through her core. The blonde cried at his advantages, his hands reached up to her breast giving a hard squeeze. He almost stopped when he began sucking on her crux and she all but sobbed. The feeling so intense and overwhelming she could not tell if it was pleasure or pain that caused her to make such a noise.

When he was sure it was the first she was writhing for he licked and sucked until she began feeling something building up inside her. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip when she felt his fingers probing her and groaned when he touched that special pearl of nerves.

His eyes never left hers, so intense and observing her every movement, she couldn't look away no matter how hard she tried.

Xanxus liked that terribly.

He began doing soft circles over her nub with his thumb, his other hand holding her squirming body down when he inserted a finger inside of her.

The blonde didn't last long, so overwhelmed by the intense new emotions that tears sprang to her eyes as her peak came over her. Her pleasure was made all the more forceful when she felt his tongue lapping at her as she moaned and groaned her way through it.

The next time she looked up, Xanxus had ripped off his shirt and was now working on his pants. Her violet gaze widen at the sight of the scars that marked his body. She knew about them, she had been told about them too. Whatever you do, you must never, ever, touch them. Lussuria had warned. He hated his scars, he hates them through the shame he feels about them and the situations related to them.

Laupine averted her eyes and immediately regretted where she had chosen to look. She wasn't sure if her eyes could get any bigger. Xanxus laughed loudly, bringing her gaze back to his face, lacking its usual mocking tone.

"I forgot, you've never seen one." He teased crawling towards her trembling figure.

His hands rested on her small hips before turning her over on her hands and knees. Like animals, she thought bitterly as he came up behind her.

You can't touch me this way, he wanted to explain, but he wouldn't, he didn't need to give his reasons. Xanxus shook his head, ignoring the way she flinched away when he pressed the head against her.

Panic stricken she turned to look back at him, causing her long hair to fly to the side.

"P-please…its," She bit her bottom lip; he already knew she was a virgin. It had been discussed over in the agreements she was forced to read and sign, "Just b-be gentle." She mumbled turning her head away shutting her eyes tight.

The Varia boss frowned wrapping an arm around her neck, resting it on her cheek to turn her face back to his. His mouth was hard and hungry; her lips were unresponsive for a second realizing that this was the first time he kissed her. The warmth of his hands burned as he ran them up and down the side of her body.

He made no promises, the kiss was not meant to be comforting, and without much warning he pushed into her with a heavy groan on his part breaking the kiss, his crimson eyes fluttered close as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. She tried to stay silent, she really did, but the sudden pain in a place she had never felt before streamed through her made her cried out into the empty space before her.

"Ah!"

It was done, she was ripped and from her the Alaude name was taken, she belonged to him now.

And it hurt.

Of course it hurts, but her pride would not let her show just how much it hurt. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the sounds of discomfort from leaving her. She bit so hard she could taste the iron of her blood, distracting her from the raw sensation between her legs. A part of her couldn't help but think it strange that she had this man inside of her, that she was not alone in her body. She tried not to think about it, if she did the tears would vacate once more.

Xanxus had tried to go slow at first, for her sake, he was so much larger than she was. His whole body covered her whole; He knew it would take her a moment to adjust before the pain turned into something of borderline pleasure.

Yet he could feel his rage growing from the steady pace, his scars begun to crackle into the surface of his skin, because this was true torture. There was no other word for it. If he didn't act quickly he would truly hurt her, there was no other way. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder hard enough for it to mark, hard enough for her to scream, to distract her. His hands grabbed her hips with bruising strength and began driving himself into her.

The bed rocked and banged hard against the wall as his thrusting increased, the slap of skin against skin so loud she would have been mortified if not for the feel of it all. His arms soon reached around pulling her up so that her back was pressed tightly against his chest, moaning huskily as he went deeper. One hand rested on her neck, pressing his fingers against her chin to turn her lips to his. He smirked down at her having to lean farther down to actually kiss her. Once their lips were sealed his hand returned to knead at her breast, the other arm stayed wrapped around the small of her middle and soon began to trail down until it was back between her legs.

Laupine's moans increased and soon he had her unraveling again. His laugh was throaty against her sweaty temple, "Please, I-I can't," She cried while his hands brushed against her with burning desire.

"One more," he ordered, in Italian this time, before laying her down on the bed as her arms and legs had become putty with the last wave of pleasure. Xanxus leaned down nipping and scratching at her lovely back, each time becoming harsher, determined to get his mark all over her body.

His trusts were becoming irregular, he was close, but he wanted her to become undone one last time before he took his pleasure. His hand reached under her again earning a whimper from his blushing rabbit. She jolted up, back meeting his chest again, his fingers pinching and twisting in time with the movement of their hips.

"Xanxus," she called, body convulsing with the building wave rushing through her. The sound of her voice calling his name was enough to undo him.

He hissed against her forehead groaning out her name, gripping her thighs and pressing hard against her mound. A final cry left her lips as he unsheathed himself from her, spilling his seed against her back.

Wait, he brought his head to rest on the back of her neck, wait, their breaths were uneven and ragged.

No…no. She turned on her side while he held himself up the knuckles. This is not supposed to happen. Laupine reached back feeling for the mess that trailed down her spine.

What have you done? She wanted to shout, her eyes grew large at the sight of her dirtied hand. Xanxus said nothing trying to catch his breath, standing up to leave her side. Her eyes stayed on his scar covered back, concerned at the sight of larger discolorations that hadn't been there before.

She was so confused and unnerved, what now?

She winced trying to sit up.

Laupine could hear the water running, then nothing; he was back with a washcloth in hand. Xanxus didn't look at her when he pulled her off the bed, turning her so his back was to him.

She tried hard not to flinch as he roughly wiped away his mess.

She tried to look at anything but the red stain in the middle of the bed.


Xanxus almost felt sorry for marking his bride.

Almost.

Her pretty porcelain skin was now red and blue, covered with his bites, and scratches. The young blonde sat next to him, wearing a light pink summer dress, a crème cardigan did little to cover the bites on her neck. He would have to remember to thank Lussuria when they got home. The boxer had packed Laupine's entire luggage, giving her only a few light pieces to try and cover her stained skin with. Especially the purple one he had made when he got too out of control. Xanxus had made it in the best spot, right at the crook where the shoulder and neck met. He smirked, leaning back in his seat as she absently rubbed at it, flinching slightly at the burn.

A soft sight left her lips while flopping down on her side next to him; on the deck bed which was set on the yachts second level above the heli-deck. She turned her face in to her arm trying to hide her discomfort.

Laupine's movements were straining on her. She had never felt so humiliated as she had been that morning. She wanted to cry when Xanxus had to help her walk the short distance from their bed to the bathroom. She didn't notice the bruising on her skin until she was standing completely bare in front of the mirror. The sight of them almost did her in, but she remembered who she was before she allowed the tears to run free.

I'm an Alaude, I must be strong.

She didn't push him away when he pulled her into the shower. His touch was too gentle for her to handle but still she did not cry.

Xanxus looked down at her feeling the heat from her violet stare.

"What?" He asked in Italian.

Laupine shrugged turning to lie on her back bending her right leg up at the knee causing the skirt of her dress to slip revealing an unsullied thigh. Xanxus hid his lips behind his whiskey glass; the hunger was rising in him again.

"I'm tired today…" She replied in quiet French looking up.

The gun man set his drink aside leaning down on her, "Oh? Have you been having trouble sleeping, Coniglietta?"

The younger girl pouted wrapping her fingers loosely around his shirt collar, "You can't imagine." She mumbled leaning up to kiss him wrapping her free arm around his shoulders. His kiss was possessive, still, but not as harsh as it had been the previous night. A shiver ran up her spine as his fingers trailed down her inner thigh going under her skirt. Laupine gasped while steady fingers worked to push her underwear out of the way.

Xanxus bit her lower lip pulling away to get a better look at his wife. At this vantage point he could see how her cheeks had a faint red tint to them, her violet hues were dilated, and her lovely lips were becoming raw. Laupine pressed her hand against his chest, not meaning to push as much as to hold back, keeping him from attacking her already wounded neck.

"Please, not here," She moaned burying her face against his shoulder. His fingers worked their way into a steady rhythm, "Someone might see."

That didn't stop him from picking up his pace, I'll kill anyone who lays eyes on you, and he lifted himself up by the elbow obscuring her small body from view.

He liked the way her face looked when she came undone, like she was somewhere between pain and pleasure. Her knuckles became white while trying to hold onto him as she lost it to the feeling, almost like she needed something to keep her from slipping into oblivion, and she hated him for it.

When he was finished, to her horror, he brought his fingers to his lips making a show of cleaning them. Thought she was breathless she groaned pushing him back on his seat before climbing up on his lap straddling down on him. Her blush deepened at the stroke of his hard member against her. Laupine could feel the gentle tugs at the strands of her long hair grounding her from movement. She was too sore and spent to even think clearly but she was beginning to understand that he took great pleasure just by watching her crumble in his hands.

For once she was able to look at him in the eyes to search for a meaning behind his actions. She found nothing but satisfaction in them, no loving or caring gaze greeted her, causing whatever resolve she had to dwindle become unsure of what it was that she was expected to do. She was still so confused by his actions during the previous night.

After cleaning the mess he had left on her back he had picked up his discarded shirt from the ground holding it out to her. She stared at it for a moment before taking it in her trembling hands. He didn't order her to put it on but she did so anyways, becoming aware of how vulnerable she was. It wasn't until she lifted her eyes that she noticed how the scars had spread across all of his skin giving his tan coloring a burning red look.

They looked so painful.

He hadn't looked at her when he pulled the stained duvet off the bed tossing it over to the small sitting area of the room. He hadn't spoken when he came back to lift her of the floor before laying her down on the bed tucking her in with the fresh covers.

He hadn't joined her back right away.

Instead he went into the closet coming back wearing a pair of grey sweats going directly for the liquor cabinet before taking a seat on the sofa facing his side of the bed.

The scars had started to recede.

Laupine didn't remember falling asleep, but she remembered the way he pulled her to his chest once he did join her. Xanxus had wrapped his arms tightly around her, resting his chin on her head, pulling her to him. She had let a few tears slip away in the safety of his embrace, thankful for the darkness to shield her away.

She was brought back to reality by him holding his glass up to her lips. She took a quick sip gladly, taking the glass from him taking another sip, while he rested his hands on her hips and his forehead on her shoulder.

The drinking was becoming easier.

Suddenly the wind around them seemed to pick up, causing her hair to flutter back around her, and a loud sound rumbled in her ears.

"Sir, Ganauche is asking permission to land," The captain declared in fast Italian from behind them causing Laupine to jump in surprise.

Her husband took a deep breath tightening his hold on her hips, "…Fulmine cazzo, fine." He grumbled lifting the small girl from his lap. He nodded his head toward the cabin before walking away to the heli-deck with the Captain trailing behind.

Laupine stood slowly shuffling inside to the salon where the cool air greeted her burning skin. She had noticed how her skin seemed to become a hundred degrees warmed when Xanxus was near. The flames of wrath kept his blood boiling enough to seep through the scars causing his touch to be scalding hot against her fragile skin.

She kneeled on the long sofa closest to the window trying to get a better look at the heli-deck where the Vongola helicopter was currently landing. Her view was obscured once the aircraft settled on the deck, being on the lowest level of the yacht, causing her to humph before hopping back on her seat. The blonde had only caught a few glimpses of Nono's guardians during her wedding ceremony. She only knew them by name but had heard stories of them from Giles when they were growing up.

Laupine knew of Ganauche III, the man that had assisted her mother on countless missions before either one had become greater assets to the Vongola Famiglia. From what she understood the two had grown up together; he was the only one that knew her mother when she was a child. He held countless memories that Laupine would never get to hear from her, stories that she was dying to know.

But the rabbit knew better than to seek him out while her husband was around. If Xanxus had been momentarily jealous when she had smiled at her own brother who knew what he would do if he caught her actually talking to one of his father's guardians. The young girl sighed wondering how she was to survive with such a possessive husband.

He's here for the bloody sheets, probably won't stay for longer than necessary.

A knock came from the door, meeting her sight with one of the stewards, the boy spoke too fast for her to get anything out of it so Laupine just shrugged and nodded giving a quick "Si."

The boy smiled, nodding his head, running back out again only to return moments later with a large wooden crate. He stood awkwardly barely able to hold the box up, Laupine quickly pointed at the space before her pulling her bare feet up on the sofa. The boy huffed setting the box down then he stood waiting to be dismissed. Laupine looked at him then back at the sealed box; she wasn't sure how to ask for it to be open so she gently smiled petting the top cover trying not to look like a fool. The two stayed like that for a moment until the boy seemed to realize what it was she wanted. He left the room in a hurry holding his index finger up symbolizing that he would be back in a moment.

Reminder to ask for a French-to-Italian dictionary, she thought turning her attention back to the heli-deck. It seemed like they were getting ready for takeoff, of course Xanxus wouldn't let them stay more than needed. The longing for Ganauche's tales increased as the helicopter began to grow smaller in the horizon. The boy had returned this time with a crowbar after he struggled to get the thing open he left with a nod.

Only to be stopped by Xanxus on his way out.

He handed the boy his empty glass of whisky and ordered for some ginger iced tea to be brought for the girl. He had heard Lussuria say that ginger was good for sore muscles and his bride looked like she needed it.

The dark haired man stood back watching Laupine rummage through the crate pulling out even smaller decorated boxes. Amongst the ivory colored boxes was a brown parcel tied with twine, she choose to open that one first before any other.

Xanxus was momentarily distracted when the steward came back holding both their drinks in a tray, with a curt turn of his head Xanxus motioned toward the ottoman and was quickly dismissed after with instructions that no one was to disturb them.

Inside the parcel, Laupine had discovered three books each a different color with the gold Vongola sigil on the cover. The smallest was burgundy and listed Vongola traditions and customs, the second was brown in cover detailing the history of the Vongola from Giotto's birth to Timoteo's inheritance ceremony. The last of the books had a sapphire cover and unlike the last two it lacked the golden Vongola sigil, instead adorned with a silver seastar and the words Vongola Secondo: Famiglia e Storia in neat cursive.

She flipped through the pages only to discover that the whole book was in Italian. Why does it have to be Italian? She wondered coming across a portrait of a woman with the name Asterie Fulminer written below it. The girl seemed to be no older than eighteen at the time; her blonde hair was pulled up in a messy coil with a few strands of curls falling by her cheek bones. Her nose was dainty accompanied by full lips that graced a half smile. Then there were her mismatched eyes, one dark blue and the other green, that only seemed to enhance her beauty.

Laupine was disturbed when Xanxus decided to flop down on the seat next to her snatching the book out of her hand. The younger girl reacted with a huff resting on her knees to reach across from him to take back the book out of his extended hold. He did not give right away keeping it just out of reach causing her to crawl over his lap. Once she managed to pluck it out of his grip she sat back against the arm rest extending her legs out her to keep him away.

"What is it?" He asked pulling it out of her hands again after setting his drink down.

The blonde was not amused, "I don't know I can't read it." She grumbled.

The older man grabbed her ankles pulling her legs over his knee so she was sitting closer. She struggled, not wanting to be placed in such an awkward position. It was innocent enough sure, but she knew that there was no innocence gesture with Xanxus.

"It's the life of Asterie Fluminer, Vongola Secondo's wife," He explained leafing back through until he came across a different drawing. Laupine leaned forward, resting her shoulder against his arm, getting a better look at the two figures. This time it was a man and a woman, the man had a stoic expression with glaring green eyes, his dark hair was tied up in a ponytail, his sideburns were 'L' shaped with the ends pointing toward his eyes. Next to him stood the same woman from the previous image, only this time she wore her long hair down revealing it to be well past her waist. The painting was titled Ricardo e la Stella del Mare.

"Who was she?" Laupine asked looking up at Xanxus.

The Varia boss wrapped his arm around her middle pulling her to fully sit on his lap causing her to squirm around trying to get away. His grip on her tightened enough to bruise, earning a yelp from trembling lips.

Why are you so scared? He set the book down to hand her the glass of ginger tea. She reluctantly brought it to her lips expecting a sting of alcohol and was pleasantly surprised by the tingly taste. Xanxus watched her slowly drink the context of her cup briefly wondering who would give her books when others would send jewels and other riches.

The old man no doubt.

"She was a French princess," he started, "the very last of her family. Ricardo had met her father in open war over territory. Primo's Cloud guardian, your ancestor, did little to interfere, leaving the Fluminers to fend for themselves against unknown enemies." Laupine set the glass down before taking the book back finding the picture of a young Asterie playing by the shore of her childhood home. "When she heard of her father's death during the battle she barred her home's gates at the approach of Daemon Spade and his Vongola host,

"When the Mist Guardian first arrived she promised that her family would rather die free instead of serving the Vongola." The Laupine hummed softly allowing Xanxus to place her legs over his; she could just imagine what the seventeen year old Asterie must have felt like. Someone wanted to take her freedom away, and she would rather die than let anyone take it from her. "Unfortunately for her what remained of her father's men and family weren't as eager to die as she was, fucking cowards," he claimed pulling her closer to him, "That night they raised a fucking white flag, threw open the castle gate, and delivered the girl to Vongola Secondo gagged, chained, and naked.

"The Vongola was so pissed that he tore her chains off with his bare hands, and unleashed the flames of wrath on her assailants, burning them alive where they stood." She could feel his hands gracing up her thighs pushing the fabric of her dress away from her, "then he wrapped her in the Vongola banner and spoke to her gently, telling her of her father's courage and the way he died." Laupine slightly stood to allow her husband to remove her undergarments, so you're willing now, "He married her in honor of the fallen king and took her back to Florence to properly declare her his."

The blonde gasped once he was cased inside her, his hands resting at her hips using them to draw her back and forth against his member. Each of his moves were purposeful, as his hold became possessive, advancing them toward one goal. He sunk his teeth back into the same bite he so proudly left on her the previous night causing her to scream out. Her finger nails dug into the sleeves of his shirt still not allowed to lay a finger on his scars.

Laupine half wanted to end it quickly, not being able to stand the way she felt now and the way she'd feel later, she grinded forward in a hard motion causing her body to go rigid as the pleasure came too rapidly for her to handle. She let out a sharp cry leaning her head back against his shoulder; her eyes searched for his and were briefly met before he leaned down to nip at her swollen lips.

"Keep going," He ordered reaching around to push the straps of her dress down to reveal her sweat-slickened breasts kneading his palms against them. For long minutes she continued to move her hips forward and back half ashamed to be doing something so lewd.

Her body went stiff a second time, "How many times was it last night?" He grunted resting his lips against the shell of her ear, "Three?" she turned her face away, "I bet I can make it four this time." Laupine moaned at the realization that they wouldn't be done for a while.

Somehow Xanxus had become fixed on the idea that he couldn't and wouldn't come until he'd wrung her out completely.

He didn't take his pleasure until after her fifth time, by then she was flaccid against his chest whimpering like the little rabbit she was. The sight of her was enough to bring him to the brink and just like before he didn't finish inside her.

The blonde thumped her fist against his arm earning a breathless laugh from her tormentor. The pretty dress Lussuria had gotten her was, like her, very much ruined.

They arrived in Corfu, Greece the next day.

Laupine was expecting Xanxus to keep her in their lush villa to do with her as he pleased but was surprised to find her husband dragging her along to see the sights. The old city of Corfu wasn't much for him yet he agreed to show her around remembering that she hadn't been there before. It was strange to think that he hadn't had a life of privilege as long as she had yet he had seen more of the world than she.

It didn't take him long to realize that as much as she wanted to see the sights the city had to offer, Laupine couldn't really handle the crowds.

"Coniglietta, why didn't you say anything?" He kept one arm around her trembling shoulders maneuvering them through the streets.

Laupine tried to catch her breath keeping her hand on the middle of his back, "I wanted to see the old town."

Stubborn doe.

They tried for a while, but the multitude made her anxious and the sight of her shaking was making him furious. She reminded him of a startled rabbit, ready to run at any sight of danger, only staying still because he was holding her in place. The only thing keeping him from blasting his wrath was the way she helplessly clung to him. She needed him sane in order to keep herself calm.

The next day they ventured to the outskirts of Gouvia to the Venetian Arsenal where she ran around the ruins barefooted.

She was sight for sore eyes, the bruises left on her skin made her even more enticing. Xanxus had his fill of her twice before returning to the villa that night.


Laupine stood back keeping her eyes on the hunch of his bare shoulders. He had been sitting by the pool ever since they had returned, allowing her space to clean up and rest. That had been the third time he had denied himself to finish inside her. The blonde was growing worried, wasn't this why she was here in the first place? Unless he had decided that she wasn't really worth keeping around and would eventually divorce.

In which case she would kill him.

"What?!" He shouted finally getting tired of her glaring daggers at him, "come out here."

She stumbled out slowly taking a seat next to him.

He had been watching the sun set, something he rarely had time for back home. The past few days had been blissfully quiet.

No loud mouth sharks, no obnoxious boxers, no brooding babies, no laughing Princes and no fretting perverts to yell at for being too fucking loud.

The little rabbit was good company only fighting him when he took her things and making those lovely noises he enjoyed so much whenever he laid his claws on her.

Xanxus was actually looking forward to the next weeks that they would be spending away from Italy and all of the Vongola. He almost longed for a great disaster to happen while they were gone. Then it would be just him and his Coniglietta. Once she sat next him on the lounge chair he reached over to tug at a long strand of hair.

She stared down at the glowing pool, the automatic lights having gone on moments ago; she could see their reflection in the water. He didn't like the way Laupine seemed to be so far away from him.

He opened his mouth to growl at her but she cut him off, "Have I done something to displease you?"

Xanxus just stared, taking hold of more of her hair in his hand. It was probably shorter than the shark shit's, softer looking too, not that he would know. The most he had ever gone out of his way to touch the swordsman's hair was to pull fist full of it because he hadn't done his job right. The color was different too, not silver, and not blonde like Belphegor's.

Laupine frowned at the lack of answers.

The young girl stomped her foot on the ground causing a thumping sound before standing pulling her hair from his grip in the process. She didn't get a chance to storm off just as his arm wrapped around her small middle pulling her back down on him. She held her hands up doing her best to not touch his exposed chest, you must never touch him, she reminded herself.

The blonde began to grapple, realizing she was in the same position that had gotten her in trouble a few days ago.

"Stay still," He roared resting his hand on the back of her neck.

The young girl whimpered keeping her hands on her lap turning her head to give him better access to the already marked flesh. He stirred away from her neck and directly attacked her collar bone instantly earning a cry.

I'm an Alaude, I can be strong.

Something wet touched his cheek forcing him to stop his ministration. What he discovered caused the scars to begin to spread. The young doe had started to cry, the last time she cried she had been terrified off him, but she had gotten over that fear, Xanxus was sure of it…so why?

"I-I'm…" she gulped back a sob turning her face down, "ow," she said with no sense of pain in her tone, "ow."

"What now?" He asked staring her down.

Laupine closed her eyes, "There's something in my eye."

The Varia boss frowned lifting her head up by the chin, "Let me see," his voice lacked the usual menace, "which one?"

The blonde brought a shaky hand up pointing at her right eye. Xanxus used his free hand and the light from the outside lamps to get a closer look, gently pulling at her eyelid to inspect her teary hue. There was nothing there, she was crying, he didn't want to give her anymore reason to so instead he leaned forward placing his lips right over her eye lid.

Xanxus wanted to scream, he had never shown this sort of gentleness toward anyone, why was she so different?

"Do the other," She mumbled.

Don't order me around, Coniglietta.

He did so without much fuss.

They sat like that for a while, neither one said anything. She kept her hands on her lap while he rubbed soothing circles on her lower back.

Xanxus was not much for words, when it came to complicated answers he would much rather just take her to keep her mind off things. When he was younger he had developed a love for three things: Fucking, drinking and eating in that order. Having a wife hadn't been as bad as he had thought it would be, if he wanted her and she was willing he could have her.

He just couldn't deal with her tears.

"Children can take be distracting, they take the fun out of many things," He explained kissing her temple, "I want to have my fun with you for a long time before we have them." Her violet eyes widen at his answer, the fact that he had answered was shocking enough, but the reply made her heart flutter.

No one had ever taken her into consideration before.

"Now stop crying or I'll give you a reason to cry."

She nodded wiping her own tears away, I'm sure you will. She eyed the scars on his chest slowly pulling back to their hiding place below his skin.

"Do they hurt?" She asked more curious than anything.

His eyes narrowed before looking away, "Like hell."

She didn't pity him, not for the scars or for the event that took place before they came to be. Laupine could never really feel sorry for him, but she wanted to be able to understand him.

She wanted to be able to touch him.

Without much warning she stood up from his lap to stand at the edge of the pool. She kept her violet orbs locked with his own crimson hues while pulling her dress over her head, followed by her underwear. The invitation was heard loud and clear, by the time she dove into the clear water, he had started to undress.

She waited until he was in the water before swimming away from him. His had gripped her ankle pulling her back toward him. She managed to get free before he trapped her in his arms and swam to the opposite end of the pool. Her pale hand took hold of the edge helping her stay afloat. The Mafioso placed both of his hands on either side of her trapping the small girl between his chest and the concrete wall.

Xanxus expression was somber, he didn't like the way she was looking at his chest.

"Dois-je votre permision ?" She asked tentatively raising her free hand up to the scar on his cheek bone.

The dark haired man let out a harsh breath he was lost in her violet hues. Her eyes showed nothing but tenderness, her hand was no longer shaking. He closed his eyes turning his face to her hand slowly leaning into it.

Don't.

Laupine smiled slowly bringing her other hand to rest on his shoulder. His skin felt so much warmer than it had when it was covered by his clothes.

Don't touch me so kindly.

The blonde was feeling braver now pushing herself away from the edge to bring her lips to the scar on his forehead.

The Tiger chuffed against his rabbit's lips right as he pulled her completely to himself.


Italian:

Devo Vostro permesso- Do I have your permission

Si- Yes

Fulmine Cazzo- Lightning dick

Vongola Secondo: Famiglia e Storia- Vongola Second: Family and History

Ricardo e la Stella del Mare- Ricardo and the Star of the Sea

French:

Asterie Fulminer- Literarly translates to Starfish Storm, Vongola Secondo's wife, my OC.

Dois-je votre permission- Do I have your permission

Oui-yes

Author's Note:

Thank you so much for your kind reviews. This was my first smut piece so please be gentle if I wrote shit. More tidbits like this to come, after all Xanxus is a very grabby Boss and all. Also pictures of outfits and dresses are posted on my Portfile if you care to take a look. Until next time!

~Windmills