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"That was utter hell."
Daiki gave a light laugh for his friend, the boy still weary around him after the run in with Squalo, but quick to warm up again.
"I'm sure you did fine, Antonio. You were able to recite the quotes perfectly." The Sun assured as they collected their bags and stuffed away their standardised, transparent pencil cases.
"Yeah, after you said them." Claude snickered, stepping up and jumping into the conversation.
"Piss off, I could see you freaking out from the other side of the room."
"Obligatory five minutes of buffering!" Was the defence. "Anyway, Daiki, you free tonight? The guys and I are going to the movies to celebrate."
"Sorry, I've got dance tonight." The rogue denied, shrugging on his backpack and checking his watch. "I've actually gotta get there in an hour."
"Oh, c'mon, can't it wait?"
"No, it's only every two weeks, if I miss a session I'm gonna get all stiff." He hummed, before waving over his shoulder at the two. "See you, I've gotta get home to grab my stuff."
"Fine, fine! See you when the results come out!" They whined, reciprocating the goodbye as they headed off with a small party of people.
Daiki hummed as he made his way home, ducking into a store and purchasing a small bag of lollies, to which he good headway through, half way down by the time he paused. The Sun peered into the humid stone corridors of the alleyway, hot air flushing through the airtunnels and brushing across the rogue's copper skin, clothes and cobalt hair ruffling. He turned, and stepped into the passageways, feet taking lefts and rights, familiar sights coming to his golden gaze, fingers trailing along the wall and collecting dust and dirt, before stopping over a rougher texture.
ザンザスそして 大輝
Xanxus e Daiki
Daiki thumbed at it for a moment, fingering at the grand, slashed 'X' of the Sky's name, remembering how the boy had lit up when he had first been shown the engraved vandalism. He licked his lips in thought, wondering at the time for a moment, before drawing his hand back and continuing on.
"Kaa-san!" Daiki called as he pushed the door open, getting an excited squeal from his mother.
"Daiki-kun! Where have you been?!" She laughed, Japanese falling from her tongue for her son.
The rogue smiled as he gave a quick 'at a friend's house', knowing that the mother was mostly lax with his outings, though the hug she pressed him into showed how she worried.
"You didn't come home once!"
"Do you remember the boy I used to play with when I was young?" He asked, guiding the woman into the house where he dropped his bag.
"Oh, what was his name, Xanxus? He was such a beautiful boy, very good looking. What about him?" Kaede hummed, bustling around the kitchen for an afternoon tea for the Sun.
"He found me again. I was over at his place."
Daiki proceeded to tell his mother an abridged, heavily parodied version of his stay at the Varia headquarters, giving sweetened descriptions of the Guardians and their Harmoniser. Kaede giggled and cooed at her memories of their interactions, reciting their adventures and how she often found the small Xanxus in Daiki's bed come dawn, despite having no recollection of him getting in.
"I told you, he climbed the wall." Daiki huffed, swallowing the last of his meal before picking up and disposing of his plate.
"Nonsense! How could he? It's a sheer drop from your window, Daiki-kun." She chided, taking a cold water bottle out of the fridge as well as a cake box and placing both on the counter.
"I think he used the water pipe." The Sun shrugged, grabbing a small backpack from the bottom of the staircase and checking inside, nodding when he found everything within.
"Call the home phone when you want to get picked up or if you're doing something else instead. But not too long this time, you're going soon, remember?"
Daiki finished shoving his water bottle into his bag before looking to the calendar that hung beside the fridge, his lips pressing thin when he saw the kanji in the slot only a week away.
"Yeah, I remember."
Bye bye Daiki-kun! - Fly to Japan, 5:30am
Xanxus tapped at his desk, no longer bristling at every second of the class, the other students having finally gotten it through their thick ass skulls that, yes, he was attending school again. There were a few odd idiots that still milled around and tried their luck in the halls, but they were fast becoming an extinct species, the student body quick to remember the hierarchy in their world.
However, even with the loss of the school's tension, Xanxus was still unsettled, still too restless to pay attention- if he ever was.
Volcanic vermillion were fixed to the clock. They counted every second, making a mental tally with every hour, a buzz of thrill saturating his blood when the small hand dragged itself through a full rotation. His breath would still and his lips would twitch, fingers curling to create a fist that went white with force.
By the sixth hour, the class was buzzing, caution and restlessness woven into their attitudes as they watched how the Wrath twitched with preparation to bolt, ready to rip through the doors and escape.
The Sky inhaled as the minutes ticked to the thirty, phantoms of caramel and sunshine bathing his senses, the promise for more being his only patience. If he tried, he could still taste metallic nectar between his teeth, the red iron making his blood rise and fall until he was sweetly uncomfortable.
"Class is dismiss-"
And he was gone.
Daiki hummed to himself as he pushed the door open and immediately felt the music vibrating the floorboards, heavy base making his ears numb and buffered as he was greeted by hoots and twisting bodies.
"Heya Daiki!" Analys smiled, dropping from her pole as she waved him over for a sweaty hug. "Here a bit early!"
"Yeah, I haven't been able to practice recently so I want to try and warm up as much as I can before trying any routines." He admitted, touching his self-designated dance pole as if greeting it, checking for imperfections.
"Good choice, good choice." She nodded, before putting her hands on her hips, shorts folded up to give her thighs grip on the metallic surface. "But why haven't you been practicing? For shame!"
"I got kidnapped." Daiki shrugged, getting an eyeroll from the girl before she waved him off.
"Yeah whatever- Fred! Don't lick you pole! That so gross!"
"I'm trying to be sensual!"
"You're trying to make me sick!"
Daiki snickered at his fellow dancer's antics as he moved over to the changing rooms, finding it empty and to his advantage as he quickly changed into his dancing gear, black leggings being the standard for their boy dancers. Just as he tugged on his singlet, the door opened and two others stumbled into the room, laughter loud and echoing off the walls.
"Hey! You're here before us!"
"Yep, the room's yours now to compare." Daiki hummed, walking back out before dumping the cakebox he held on the table to the side of their studio. "Analys, I brought cake for everyone."
"And this is why we love you." A girl giggled running up and stealing a slice, chalk clinging to her shorts in handprints and she scarfed it down happily.
"Thank you, Daiki." The woman smiled, before throwing a bunch of yoga mats on the floor. "Start stretching then."
"Yep, yep."
The Sun walked over to the mats and began to warm himself up, touching the floor with straight legs and bending himself this way and that, shirt lifting now and then and flashing the room his binder, one of the girls whistling teasingly, before shrieking as she dropped from her pole. Daiki sighed as he rocked his hips, trying to get a kink out of his back from being bent over a desk all day.
"Wow, wait, shit, Daiki! What happened to your neck, dude?" One of the boys, Damien, asked, pointing to the bandage that wrapped the rogue's throat.
Daiki touched the rough aid, humming as he sat himself into a flat split, a hand coming to stabalise himself as he pondered an answer.
"Got a cut. It's nothing too bad though, just bled a lot cause of the location." Was the decided response.
"How'd you get a cut there?" Another asked, walking up with icing on the corner of her mouth.
"I was laying down and a frame fell." He lied, accepting the help back to his feet, rolling his shoulders as he sighed.
"Ready for the pole then?" Analys called, happily in a sit a good few metres off the floor, surveying her little kingdom of school kid pole dancers.
"As I'll ever be." The Sun hummed, flipping the mat for the next person had an untainted surface to stretch themselves out on.
Pole dancing hadn't been the first thing to come to mind when Kaede had urged Daiki to take up some sort of extracurricular activity, wanting him to make friends despite how different he was to his peers, both Asian and trans. It had been an accident, really, finding this place. The Sun had opened a boxing club's website and had left his mouse hovering over a timed advertisement in the corner of the screen, which had resulted in the form of a woman dominating the box computer's frame and startling the young teen with loud music.
He didn't click away though, and soon found himself in a downward spiral of videos and articles on the strenuous art of pole dancing.
Kaede had been unsure at first, when he had presented the idea, voicing the stigma that followed the sport, but was quick to buckle when he pressed about the intensity of the core strength, flexibility and conditioning that went into it all.
Daiki didn't enjoy much, and he wouldn't hesitate to say that, however, pole dancing and the practice that went into it was something that he could admit to finding pleasurable, if not for the physical exertion, for the rush and the confidence that came from it.
The rogue Sun sighed as he pulled himself up into a sit, pole squeezed tight between his thighs as he relaxed his arms, shaking his hands out, glancing to the clock and giving an absent noise.
Six-fourteen.
"I wonder when Xanxus and the others will notice." He hummed, before looking over his shoulder and waving at the boy who was squatting by the stereo.
The techy blinked before waving back and fiddling around, making a sound of accomplishment as he pulled free a CD, shoving it on and letting the heavy base hit the floorboards, people coming to life under the sound.
Daiki quietly tried to place the song as he let his feet come back to the ground, shaking himself out, copper skin shining golden under studio lighting and making cobalt radiate like mineral fluorite. The closest thing he could compare the song given to him would have to be something form Taeyeon, I Got Love, would probably be the best. The heavy drums and high guitar filled his ears as he swayed himself, remembering steps and movements, curling himself in a manner that he knew would spark a reaction from any kind of audience.
He let himself fall to the side before lifting himself from the floor, continuing to spiral as he kicked his legs over his head and hung upside down, toes pointed. The Sun curled his legs in a beconing manner at the mirror, before jolting, eyes becoming wide as his mind flashed of its own accord.
Vermillion.
Daiki quickly dismounted the pole and leant against it, lips pressed thin as he gazed at the floor, feeling warmth in his stomach. He grit his teeth, wondering just since when, before sighing and touching at the bandage on his neck, another glance at the mirror making him furrow his brow.
"Analys!" He called, making the woman look at him from her perch. "If we thought there was a way to make our performances more alluring, could we do it?"
"Go ahead! I flatout think about sex when I dance." She shrugged, smiling when someone gagged mid-spin.
"Okay..." He murmured, before carefully, almost unsurely, unfastened the bandage on his neck, wincing when he saw the imprints of teeth that remained from the morning.
"Shit! Someone took a bite outta you!" Damien yelped, dropping from his pole and hissing as the bruise. "Whatever happened to the cut story?"
"I lied." Daiki shrugged, before waving him off.
Daiki gazed up at the mirror for a moment, lightly touching the mark on his neck, remembering who had done it. His lip twitched, and his body engaged, a copper cast form becoming malleable under the memory, melted down and flexible with the heat that boiled in its belly and in its chest. Whenever Daiki stretched his neck on a certain manner, a twinge of pain would ripple down his nerves and alight a cold flame in his heart, a kind of sadistic joy coming from how he reigned the Sky, its expenses so willingly contained in two simple hands.
Oh, he knew, he knew exactly how Xanxus was. The sickening obsessions, the disgusting deifying. It made him want to coo cruelty at the boy, wanted to hug him until he heaved from lack of breath, kiss at his scalp until it bled against his lips.
Soft little Sky who didn't know what was best for it, or perhaps didn't care in the least.
Daiki pulled himself until he hung upside down, the room rotating as he spun, legs splayed open and strong to hold his body up as his arms coiled around his torso, feeling the lines of his own self.
The Sun remembered how he had awoken that night, brought into awareness by the rocking and the rubbing. He remembered how it had boiled his insides, had made his breath hold as arms has constricted around him and lips had bushed his collar repeatedly. It had felt different, than he was used to, and though he had his fair share of partners, Xanxus was always so obscure.
He had tightened his arms around the Sky as he let him rock himself to completion within the crease of the rogue's thighs, listening to the moan that shuddered through the Wrath upon the release, gritting his teeth as his hips moved from his own arousal, unable to deny biology.
"Are you done?" He had asked, wondering when vermillion bloodstone would open and view the state he had been put in. View the flush on his face and the blowing of his pupils.
Of course, it never turned out that way. Even if Xanxus did wake at that moment, he never did see what Daiki wanted him to see.
The second time, the rogue hadn't held still and had let himself enjoy it, enjoy the friction and the panting that moistened his collar and the sinking of nails into his back. He sighed over the Sky's head as firmness drilled into his flesh in a shaky, volatile pattern, soft groans tumbling from the one he cradled to his chest. And when the Wrath spilt himself, Daiki would deny that he tightened his thighs for him, letting the little sinner enjoy what he had done, resting his cheek atop a damp brow.
At that point, the Sun's mind was clouded with a heavy haze of arousal, the friction sweet but not hitting home like it must have for the Sky. It irked him to no end, the fact that he knew that he wasn't going to be pleased tonight, and in his rise, he urged the Wrath awake, before removing himself from the mess they had made.
Daiki twisted himself around the pole again, shivering from the cold metal against increasingly warm skin. Breath picking up as red and black filled his vision and mind. He squeezed the pole between his thighs before letting his spine fall back, arms hanging open like a languid crucifixion.
He hated Xanxus.
Hated how he was so easily swayed by the Wrath. Hated how he was so greatly attached, the weird, jarring feeling of a hollow in his side that had lasted for seven years. Hated how simply, nonchalantly, Xanxus filled it up and left him satisfied and warm.
As the Sun kicked his legs around and sent his body into a hypnotic spiral of cobalt and copper, he licked his lips absently, tasting a phantom of a feral spice that made him crush the pole far too tight and hold it far too close to the meeting of his thighs, teeth coming to grit as he choked down an unintentional noise.
Vermillion, ebony, and a melting pot of seven things too deadly. Xanxus was a bloody stain on his life that clung with too much vigour, and no amount of his half-hearted scrubbing was going to rid him of it.
And even if Daiki did check the clock as he spun, counting the hours until he was undoubtedly caught again, it proved nothing about his tingling skin and blushing lips.
Six forty-seven.
Xanxus had left after eight.
Daiki bit his lip as he held his body in suspension from his arms alone, curling it in a rolling wave motion once, twice and three times before reclaiming the pole and purposefully slamming his pelvis against it, creating a loud 'bang!', designed to startle. He loathed and loved how his vermillion border buzzed lightly with an impending eleven, already anticipating the rabid snarling that would sound as they bit their ways into each other, tongues just barely dodging teeth and delving too deep to be considered attractive.
It had been absolutely intoxicating when he had first buckled under the insistence of the Sky, when he had first allowed the lips to lay over his and a tongue to roll into his mouth. An absolute blessing that threw him for a stumbling loop. But, of course, Daiki knew it would turn out like that. He knew, the second that Xanxus had held him to window and look at him with such volcanic vermillion, that no kiss and no touch he had experienced so far would even be able to breathe a comparison to what the Wrath had in store for him.
And with that realisation, he knew he had to build his defences. He slammed a limiter on their affection the second he could, barring their touches and their lips from each other despite how he wanted to devour every inch of the offering the Sky had made of himself. Daiki knew that if he gave them an inch, they'd take it a mile, and he'd find himself happily trapped in the arms of the stray aristocrat.
Daiki twisted himself again, pole fitted into his shoulder as he kicked his legs over and rotated smoothly. The action made his neck ache with the bite, an electric spark of something dark and something hot going straight through him and making his breath come out as an audible puff.
The Sun couldn't risk that. He couldn't risk losing himself, not at this point. Not even if perhaps the smallest part of him, or the largest part of him, wanted to. So what if he wanted to bathe in the liquid devotion that Xanxus poured upon him with his eyes alone? So what if he wanted to listen to the hymns Xanxus sung for him when he thought the Sun was sleeping? So what if he wanted to be called 'Lotus' when Xanxus thought he couldn't hear? He had to leave, and he had a week to do it.
A week. Seven days. He only had so long. Oh, the things he could do with those short, yet long days. He could spend them cutting his ties with the Varia, actively making them despise him as to never seek him out again, and to leave him to his own devices. Or he could spend those long Summer days drinking fruit tea with Lussuria, watching Belphegor play in the gardens, helping Mammon sort the bills, guiding Leviathan around a gameboard and around the kitchen, running a comb through Squalo's short hair and letting him rant about anything and everything.
Spend those long, hot Summer nights laid beside Xanxus under thin sheets, sweat slicked skin stubbornly touching, the thief's desire for contact taking precedence over the baker's overheating self. They'd lay in their contentedness, quiet huffs and gentle quips with barely any bite jumping between them as they slowly dozed, immersed in themselves. Seven more days of accepting the affection of the Harmoniser, of tasting how sweet he was when he panted into an open mouth, of feeling how he shivered when teeth attacked his earlobe...
That damned Xanxus.
Daiki sighed as he swirled once more, pole caught in the crease of his knee and allowing him to slide towards the ground, setting down and stepping off with a sigh, flushed hot from exertion and a straying mind.
"Wow, Daiki!" Analys cheered, walking up to him with open arms and praise on her lips. "The hell were you thinking about that caused that performance?"
The Sun glanced to the mirror that took up the walls, a curl coming to his lips, parted in heavy panting, copper skin radiant under the studio lighting and glistening with sweat. Cobalt was ruffled and wind swept, pieces of fringe clinging to his brow and deepening in colour. Despite how tired he was, he was thrilled. Blood pumping through his veins at a relishing speed and making him restless, the hot that settled on his skin not nearly enough to settle him, the tight hug of his dance clothes showing the expand and contract of his chest as he heaved steadily. Honey drizzled gold luminescent with exercise and arousal, reflecting in the mirror's gaze just how high the dance and memory had brought him.
After a moment, his lips pulled into a smile. It had too much teeth to be friendly, but too much of an affectionate tilt to be warning. It was a fond feral, a deadly delight. And it was directed at the dazed, glaze-gazed figure of the Varia Sky who took up the doorway.
"Xanxus." Daiki all but sighed, watching the assassins file into the room through the mirror, never actually turning to face them even as he bent to pick up his towel.
They both decided to ignore how the Wrath's shoulders shook with a full body shiver at the airy address, and the rogue Sun's attention was quickly stolen by the rushing of Belphegor as he sprinted forwards with a too excited grin.
"Ottone~!"
It only took the faintest gleam of metal to get Daiki to launch himself off the ground and hoist himself a good ways up the pole, high ceiling allowing the Sun a good three metres off the ground and safe from the small child's knife-armed thrashings.
"Hello Bel, please put your knives away when you're in public spaces." He hummed, twisting to hang upside down and steal a blade from the Storm's hand. "Put them away."
The Varia prince grinned too wide before sliding his weapons away, through golden eyes could still pick out how thin, barely visible wires wrapped around bandaged fingers. People in the room shifted, unsure and weary of their new arrivals. Dancers thinned their lips and a few of them climbed their poles to create distance, eyes following the Mafia with a sharpness that came with their protective kinship.
"Daiki," Analys smiled, touching the base of the Sun's dance pole. "Who are your friends?"
And in an instant, the air shifted, the dancers quick to get back to their routines, but listening closely to the interaction.
"These are the guys that kidnapped me." Daiki shrugged, smiling a kind of cruel way as he held Belphegor's blade between his teeth, returning his hands to the pole as he twirled for his own amusement, sliding lower to shoulder height. "They're not too terrible, though. Mostly harmless."
"Oh?" She breathed, touching the metal once more before parting from it as he pulled himself into a sit.
Daiki narrowed his eyes and let his lips curl, watching with a kind of satisfaction as the Sky walked over with too much swagger, a predatory, yet desperate flavour to his step. Vermillion connected with gold and they held it, feeling the barely contained heat that bubbled under their skins, Xanxus' barely bridled wrath searing the Sun as his hand came up and touched at the skin of an outstretched ankle.
The rogue made a noise of amusement around the knife in his teeth as the red Sky slowly pressed a kiss to his navicular tubercle, both of them mentally counting it off their eleven hours, the clock reading seven o'two. They kept their eyes on each other, their auras thick with clashing amusement and rage as the Wrath's incarnate crept closer, happily trapped between the outstretch of the Sun's thighs, his palm following his walk until it was pressed to the solid mass of tissue and muscle of Daiki's upper thigh, feeling their heats mix in the air around them.
"Where have you been?" Xanxus snarled, digging his nails into the flesh when lips tilted.
Daiki didn't answer, humming a noise as he instead began curling his leg, the left knee coming to be bent over the Sky's shoulder and keeping him close, dragging him the last step until the Sun could loom over him with melted down gold.
"Daiki." He warned, feeling the squeeze of the calf and the thrill that followed and made his situation sweetly stiff.
"I was here, as I am every fortnight." His Lotus shrugged, dropping the knife from his mouth and letting it clatter to the floor, all to humoured by the rage he made rise in the Sky. "And here I thought you knew everything about me."
"I do." Wrath hissed, getting a huff from his Lust.
"Obviously not."
"You know very little about me, actually, Xanxus-san." Daiki spoke, Japanese falling from his tongue and sending shivers and tremors down the Italian's spine, his calf able to feel the progression clearly, lips curling at the reaction.
"Stop that." Xanxus growled, loving the sound but hating how it meant nothing to his logic. "You are to tell me when you're doing something. I want to know where you are at all times."
"Or what?" Daiki grunted, liking how the Sky always had to look up to talk to him, chin raised in a prideful, yet so very vulnerable manner. "You cannot dictate my actions."
"You make it sound like you have a choice."
"Oh? And what would you do?" The Sun asked, tilting his head forwards, cobalt swaying as he rocked his hips from the pole. "Punish me?"
Xanxus' eyes widened when the copper being slammed his hips forwards again, the pole giving a 'bang!' upon the impact, a noise just barely reaching his ears as the rogue sank his teeth into his lower lip, the whole thing pulled into a teasing smile.
"The-" Xanxus grit his teeth and tried again, hoping the strain in his voice hadn't caught the other's attention. "The hell's gotten into you?"
Daiki narrowed his eyes with a dark mirth, a hand coming off the metal to softly touch at the ebony locks that he had grown so used to carding in the night, so used to having them tickle at his chin, inhaling their soft scent as he slept.
"I tend to get a bit...excited when I dance." He admitted, letting his fingers trail down his neck and tenderly touch the bite mark, making bloodied ruby snap to it, pupils expanding into dark pools upon the sight.
The rogue tilted his lips at the reaction, fingers flowing from the mark to his own lips, coming to be held between soft flesh in an almost considering manner, before he reached out, carefully brushing a dark cheek until he lightly traced parted lips.
The Sky inhaled sharply at the touch, vermillion flashing a magmatic colour as he relished in the near curious affection.
Their fingers pressed to his lips in a gentle touch, the caress making him dizzy as They watched him-
Daiki huffed as the Wrath's memory distracted him, irking the Sun minutely, before he grasped the Mafia by his collar and dragged him closer, the metal of the pole painfully cold between their bodies as they gazed at each other. Xanxus despised how high Daiki was, too far for petal soft to press against each other, but he loved the pain that settled in his neck from having to crane it to gaze at the solar sovereign he had found, wrapped around the metallic pillar like a copper lotus vine.
"You still haven't answered my question. What would you do if I disobeyed you?" Daiki pressed, seemingly honestly curious as to just what the Sky could cook up under pressure.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Xanxus grit out, fighting down a primal growl as Daiki dared to huff in amusement.
"Oh, what's wrong? Anyone would think you were angry."
Vermillion narrowed at the mirth and satisfaction that flowed from the Sun, feeling his solar warmth from where he still held the suspended thigh. He snarled and bared his teeth at the high hanging being, hating how the laughter that fell from soft lips soothed his behaviour.
"How about a kiss to make it better, then?" Daiki hummed, before rotating his body seemingly on an axel, looming over the Sky until his head was tilted full back to follow it.
Golden eyes glittered with humour and a kind of hot affection that stirred the Wrath's insides, his body thrumming with the bass of a song and the race of his heart. At first kiss, it was feral, teeth and tongue, dangerously sharp and heavy collisions that made their blood sing with the mutual abuse.
And as Daiki threaded his fingers into the short hairs at the base of the Sky's skull, Xanxus made a mental note to install a pole in the Varia Headquarters.
And as Xanxus cupped the rogue Sun's cheek, Daiki made a mental note to start packing his possessions that were scattered through the Varia Headquarters.
