(X) Chapter Warning: Sexual Content (X)


Word Count: 4,044


Daiki was languid.

He had been sprawled on the shade of a liquid amber tree since he had awoken in the late morning, refusing to move from the indent he had made in the grass. A tray of tea and small treats had been left next to him by Lussuria, the Varia Sun cooing at him as the lazing man had grumbled a thanks.

With his exams over, the rogue had decided that his days of rest were upon him, and Xanxus wasn't one to refuse.

The Sky crossed the sunshine plains of the Varia gardens, taking in the scenery of his Lotus surrounded by mortal greenery and a light heat haze, curled in a feline manner. He let his eyes trail along the line of the rogue's back and allowed it to call him forwards, only stopping when he too had entered the shrouded space, cool instantly obvious as compared to the rest of the place.

"Hello, Daiki." He greeted roughly, a gleam coming when molten amber cracked open to peer up at him slowly.

Xanxus remained still as golden eyes gazed at him hazily, a kind of careless caution in them, lazy predation. He exhaled quietly as the Sun closed his eyes again and settled back into the grass, taking the action as an acceptance of his intrusion of the space.

He walked closer and slowly came to sit on the earth, back against the trunk of the solid liquid amber that protected them, and gently pulled the rogue closer until he was laid on the Sky's lap, hands free to roam through cobalt and over the clothed expanse of the other's back. His lips twitched pleasantly when he heard the faintest of purrs escape the baker, his light touches proved to be appreciated.

"It's four o'clock." Xanxus murmured softly, keeping his voice steady for the dozing man.

Daiki grumbled quietly, but in a sluggish motion lifted his head, allowing for a kiss to be bit into his lips, a huff of annoyance leaving him at the rough treatment. The soft flesh made them both settled, a kind of tension that had been building in the Sky fading upon the relief, another quick fix of his narcotic to last him until the next.

Daiki murmured a languid curse at the Wrath before lowering himself back down, head falling onto the Harmoniser's stomach, hands finding his hair and just gently rubbing his scalp.

Xanxus relaxed with the new weight, a light breeze going through and rustling their hair and clothes the slightest bit. He hummed an old tune in a barely audible voice, curling circles in the cobalt strands, feeling puffs of warmth bloom in his side as the Sun in his arms exhaled with steady contentment.

"Would you look at that."

The Wrath's vermillion orbs snapped up at the intrusion, volcanic eyes taking in the figures lining the very edge of their shade, Timoteo and his Storm Guardian, Coyote Nougat, watching on with varying levels of amusement and shock.

"I knew he was special," Timoteo smiled in his fatherly way that made the Varia Sky both sick and annoyingly subdued. "You look at him a certain way."

"Get lost, old man." He snarled, clutching the slumbering Sun closer as he bared his teeth.

"Boss, are you sure it's wise to have a civilian on grounds?" Coyote asked, disregarding the Wrath's snappings. "Can he be trusted?"

A spark of rage billowed into a bonfire as the Storm eyed his Lotus. His hands snagged the thin shirt that clad the copper form and balled it in his fists as he held onto the man, steadfast.

The Vongola Ninth saw this, and gave soft laughter, deep in his belly and jocund in the sound.

"Do not worry, friend. Daiki here has no interest in giving us any trouble."

It made Xanxus grit his teeth, the familiar way that the man spoke the name, but the slight shifting drew him from his growing spite.

"Go away." He growled again, settling back to show how the conversation was over.

The two men looked to each other and shared an unclear expression, before continuing on, the sound of the Nono's jolly laughter fading as the Wrath and his Lotus were left in the gardens to laze through the Summer evening.


"Hey, Mammon." Daiki hummed, writing down the numbers that the rogue Arcobaleno rattled off, able to handle a pen with normal sized hands. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you identify as? Feel no need to answer, if the question is too invasive."

Mammon peered up at him from the shadow of their hood, lips pursed at the question, another expense docket in their hands, fingers fiddling with it slightly. They examined the patiently sitting Sun, obviously weighing their choices, the profit and the loss of revealing information to the curious teen.

Looking away with a huff, they gazed steadfast in the opposite direction, only a slightly perturbed expression on their face, only given away by the slight thinning of their lips.

"The only constant in this world is money."

The Mist held the receipt to a print out, grunting for the Sun to punch a staple into the page. Daiki blinked, before pressing the stapler down and clicking the metal through the paper, quick to add it to the pile before repeating the process.

"What, do you have a problem with it?" They gritted, head still angled away.

The boy gazed at the illusionist, before cracking a smile, hand coming out to softly nudge the other, small body jumping and whipping around in indignation.

"I think you of all people, Mammon, know that I wouldn't have a problem with that." He hummed, sorting the papers into a neater stack and then getting to his feet.

"I'm going to the kitchens to get a drink, do you want anything?"

"...Strawberry milk." They said after a few moments.

"Be right back then."

The Arcobaleno watched the Sun go with an odd expression on their face, before starting and reaching out to stop the pen from rolling from the desk. Fantasma stirred from his seat atop the dark hood, a soft noise escaping him and making Mammon hum.

"I agree, Fantasma, Boss brings strange people into this building. But not entirely dislikable."


Xanxus frowned from his throne by the empty fireplace, the night too hot to condone such heating.

The Varia were gathered in the main living room of the Headquarters, clad in their loose and thin night clothes, deciding it too warm a time to turn in, rathering to spend just a little more time in less than polite company.

The room had been shifted, furniture dragged from one side to the other. Where the throne of the Sky once stood alone by the hearth, now was accompanied by a lavish couch, having been bought seemingly on a whim, but possessing too much golden trim to be a coincidence as the rogue Sun was all but dumped onto it, only an arm's reach from the Wrath.

Squalo still mocked the man openly for his behaviour, shrieks of laughter bouncing off of walls whenever he was present to watch his Boss get volley dropped by the new arrival.

And it only helped that Daiki and Squalo seemed to get along.

Xanxus' frown deepened with annoyance as he watched copper fingers thread through sliver, sorting knots and tangles softly. The expression of begrudged bliss that decorated the Rain's expression only worked to irk him more, the way he was seated between the rogue's feet, leaning back to be framed by strong legs already boiling the Sky's temper.

"Did you remember to take your pill this morning?" Leviathan asked, looking up from his picture puzzle.

"Yes, Levi, I did. You reminded me when I woke up." Daiki sighed, smiling minutely at the Lightning. "Your punctuality is very useful for this sort of thing."

"H-happy to help!" The man all but glowed, getting a scoff of disgust from the draped Storm.

Xanxus narrowed his eyes, temper letting his mouth fly.

"I don't know why you keep taking those pills. Just stop and deal with it. It's only once a month." He sniffed, narrowing his eyes in confusion when not one, but three heads whipped to him.

Lussuria's jaw was gaping open as he stared at his Boss in a mixture of horror and indignation, a hand on his chest as the other held his magazine open. Mammon was quietly gazing at him, hood covering their expression, but waves of annoyance emanating from their aura. Daiki's lips were pressed thin, and it made Xanxus wonder at the time for a moment, before they pulled into an irked frown to match his own.

"Menstruation is painful, uncomfortable, and a Goddamn mess!" Lussuria gasped, making Squalo raise an eyebrow.

"Not to mention expensive." Mammon hissed. "Why should you pay extra for an already non-profit experience?"

"Once a month can vary anywhere from three days to two weeks." Daiki added, before pausing and gazing off for a moment, free hand coming up to count quietly. "I am seventeen. I would have spent an average of 106 days of my life bleeding from the inside and experiencing internal pain."

"So, please," He hummed, gently getting up from the Rain and moving to the door. "Shut up, Xanxus."

"Oh," Xanxus narrowed his eyes at that, not liking the dark shine that came to gold. "I revoke your right to affection as punishment for your stupidity. It may begin again at ten o'clock post meridiem tomorrow. Goodnight, everyone."

Lussuria had to dodge a vase. Mammon had already fled.


Belphegor adamantly denied that his class had been given homework.

It took Daiki three minutes to find it shoved into Fantasma's bedding.

"Come along, Bel, let's get this done." The Sun sighed, dragging the flailing prince into the library.

"Ottone! I don't need to do it! I already know all this stuff!"

"I know you do, but you still have to fill in the answers." Daiki hummed, sitting the pouting Storm down at the table. "This stuff is easy, we both know it. But we both also know that the only reason you don't want to do it is because the working out is tedious."

"Incredibly so." The Prince whined, slumping against the elder in hopes it would woo out some sympathy.

Instead, what he got was a hand gently petting his hair, and a soft, airy laugh in his ear. He grumbled at the treatment, not at all used to it, despite knowing it was simply how to Suns of his Family tended to treat him.

"Come, I'll help you keep on track." Daiki urged, giving his hair one last relaxing comb before pushing him back straight.


"Hang on, Levi." The rogue warned, not looking up from his mixing bowl. "They're still going to need a little longer."

Leviathan nodded with a grunt and put the oven door back up, smiling slightly at the nice fragrance.

"Oh, and while you're there," Daiki continued, testing the sweetness before adding more sugar. "Could you please tell him that waiting by the door isn't going to make getting to the pastries any easier now that I know he's there."

The Lightning turned and gulped when he saw the Sky glowering into the kitchen, an expression that was as close to miffed as someone like the Wrath could get to marring his face as he glanced between the cooling rack and the baker.

Xanxus muttered a curse of annoyance before gliding into the room, narrowing his eyes at the beckoning of the Sun.

"Come here for a sec," Daiki requested, making the Sky walk over. "How does this taste?"

Leviathan choked on his inhalation as the rogue shoved a chocolate slathered thumb into the Harmoniser's mouth, his Sky not at all startled by the intimate approach.

"Good." Xanxus muttered, holding onto the copper wrist once the digit was removed, swiped clean.

"That doesn't tell me much." Daiki sighed, finally looking down to the shorter Wrath. "Does it need anything? Is it too sweet?"

"No, it's good." Came the insistence, the Mafia stepping forwards a bit more now that he had the Sun's attention.

"Okay, go sit somewhere and I'll give you the spoon later."

"Why not the bowl too?"

"Mammon already called dibs on the bowl."

Leviathan was suddenly glad he had forgotten to bags anything. He hoped Daiki would leave as much on the spoon for the Boss as he could.


The rogue murmured to himself as he read through his poetry book, adamantly skipping the stanzas he had used for his exams, not wanting to relive that trauma.

The bedroom was cooling with the large open windows allowing in an afternoon breeze, light curtains billowing around the seated Sun, the soft ripple of fabric and the 'fwip' of a crisp page turning. Tender, vermillion lips moved to quote and piece together phrases, copper fingers following the dark black ink as imperial topaz took in the crafted words.

He was lost in a world of his own, surrounded by the scents of the floral artworks that grew in the gardens, and smoky sandalwood incense that burnt to keep the insects at bay. Legs crossed lazily at the knee allowed his free foot to swing slightly, but stilling when Daiki blinked in surprise.

Amber-earth gazed in confusion at the little flower that had fallen into the margin of his book, bright red in colour, he lifted it and cradled it in his fingertips, assessing the fragile intruder with a soft expression.

"Yes, Daiki, beautiful. Hold it there."

The Sun jumped before whipping his head around, a snorted laugh bursting from his throat when he spotted his fellow Flame spread out across the floor with a camera in hand, leg kicked into the air for extra flamboyance.

"What are you doing?" He laughed, setting the tome aside to turn in his chair and face the Varia man.

"Taking picture of my handsome little brother~!"

Lussuria smiled at the teen, enjoying how the boy seemed to come loose around him, his camera clicking as the rogue covered his grin clumsily. The flamboyant Sun proceeded to roll across the carpeted floor to get a closer angle, laying out on his back as he snapped a picture of the baker leaning over the arm of the chair with an amused expression.

"And what will these pictures be used for, my sister? Camera film isn't cheap, you know?"

"Boss' birthday is coming up! I think he'd really like having pictures of you!" Lussuria chirped, before sighing wistfully. "Oh, I should have known Boss was always the romantic type."

"Romantic type?" Daiki snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Don't think that matches up, Sis."

"Oh, please, Daiki." The Varia huffed, getting to his feet and batting off his backside of any dust or lint he had collected. "You must like the Boss too, otherwise, I don't think you'd still be here."

The baker paused at that, lips parted in an aborted denial as he slowly moved to rest his jaw on his knuckles, stubbornly looking away from the knowing gaze of his self-proclaimed sister. Lussuria smiled at him, his hand coming to rest on strands on cobalt, softly carding, making golden eyes shut.

"Be gentle with him, Daiki. He is only young." The A Varia Sun breathed, taking the little red flower from copper fingers and tucking it behind the other's ear.


Xanxus remained still as he watched the rogue Sun circle the room, the copper brow pinched in an unexplained tension that had the Sky unsettled even as he relaxed into his pillowed headboard. Vermillion orbs followed the stilted prowl, trying to decipher and pick dissect the walk, to find reason for his Lotus' sway.

He didn't mind really, the distance allowed for magmatic red to view the Sun in his totality, able to see clearly as legs moved across the floor, women's shorts only hiding so much, and that insatiably tiny piece of material that was an excuse of a shirt didn't manage to cover any of the abdominal muscles that showed themselves with pride when the barer tensed and drew copper skin taut over them. But, scenery or not, the Sky was growing unsatisfied with the lack of warmth under his palms and sunshine scent fresh in his senses.

"What's the matter this time?" He snapped, eyeing how a brass flesh knuckle was held between shards of shattered pearl, seeing how cold skin sunk under the white.

Honey mixed with liquid gold turned on him for a moment, and the Wrath wanted to demand him over, but couldn't utter the command as they turned away and furrowed. Then, Daiki's head tilted up, and he spoke a small 'oh'.

"That explains it...I guess I haven't been handling that well since this whole debacle began. Should have expected it would come around sooner or later." He muttered, grasping the back of his neck in a soothing motion as he sighed.

Xanxus raised an eyebrow as the Sun looked down at himself thoughtfully, before the Boss loudly demanded an explanation from the baker, getting a glance and a dismissive shrug.

"I'm aroused. I haven't had any sort of release for a while because you've all been taking up a good portion of my time." Was the simple answer.

The Wrath sat up, holding a golden gaze, watching how it absently darkened into a boiling amber and aureate. Lotus petal soft lips pulled into what he saw as an almost mocking smile, before the copper being was moving.

Daiki closed the bathroom door behind him. Xanxus was on his feet.

"Daiki." He warned, grabbing the handle and twisting it, a spike of irritation coming when he found it securely locked. "Open the door, Daiki."

When he was only met with silence, the Sky snarled and clambered over their bed to pull open his drawers, grunting in frustrating when he couldn't find the key to the bathroom. Xanxus paused, before cursing seven unholy layers when he remembered its place on the bathroom counter, having left it in there since his last bath with the Sun, only days ago.

"Open the door!" He snarled, thumping the wooden panel with the side of his fist, before freezing up.

The faintest of breaths came through, and he found himself pressing closer to listen, eyes widening and jaw clenching when he heard it again, clearer, and the door jumped.

The Wrath spat in rage when he realised the closeness, Daiki leaning against the other side of the door, literally a few mere centimetres away, pleasuring himself senseless on the tiled floor. He bared his teeth and slammed his pelvis up against the frame, hating how hot his body had grown, loving how rich it felt to rut against the hard surface, vicious, as if trying to feel the Sun through it.

Xanxus pulled himself off with a hiss, refusing to fall that low for something as immature as this, before turning on his heel and crossing his arms, stubbornly sitting himself back on their bed. His chest glistened with Summer sweat as he tried to loosen his breath, the heavy, fast pants that had come out before only serving to frazzle his nerves further and provoke his biology.

The door thunked, as if something had been dropped against it - a cobalt head falling back and exposing a pillar of shimmering copper. The bathroom's tiles were both a heaven send and a hellish punishment as the Sky was forced to endure the echoing gasps and hisses, soft groans and the sparse, high-pitched clicks of a wet anatomy.

He snarled and raised his hands to cover his ears, but found the pressure he placed over them weak and riddled with gaps, willingly allowing the soft, pleased voice of the copper being float in and blight his brain. Then there was a definite 'squelch' and the based voice of the Sun uttered something that would be stained in the Wrath's ears for years upon years to come.

"Xanxus."

Nails scratched thick scores into the flesh of the door, teeth on display as the Sky hissed and raged, ramming his knees and hips into the separation.

"Daiki!" He roared, kicking the lower end.

There was a choke, before a blood boiling moan fell from caramel vocals, soft and quiet hums and praise cascading from lotus lips, driving the Sky crazy for a dose of narcotic. It continued on and on, mocking and teasing the Varia Boss with tantalising closeness and an impenetrable gate to keep him at obedient bay. He groaned and rotated his pelvis against the door, jolting when it rocked back with the force of the one on the other side.

"Open," Xanxus gritted, voice dropped to a heavy octave. "The door, Daiki."

A sharp curse sounded through the crack in the door, a high pitched squeal of ceramic coming after - dark copper fingers sliding across white tile in an attempt to ground themselves.

Xanxus could imagine it. He could imagine his Lotus shoved up against the door, seated on the cold tile floor with his legs splayed open for ease of access and basic instinct. He could almost see how copper would shine with sweat and long digits would gleam as they swirled and followed an in-and-out motion, lathering themselves with nectar as golden eyes went hazy.

His spine shivered as the vision sank its claws into his brain, salivation pooling in his mouth as he rutted to the idea, the idea of a Lotus blooming in pleasure in a hidden place of cold white, sinners clawing at the gates.

"Xanxus."

It was heavier this time. Heaved and panted, uttered with an urgency.

The Sky grabbed the knob and rattled it in edging franticness, needing the door open, needing to see the end if not the build. Even as his hand fumbled with the brass knob, his hips hadn't stopped their attempts for salvation, trousers grating against wood and sending responding bangs back to the one who sighed on the other side.

"Xanxus." It came again, louder, clearer, hastier.

Nails bit into rough palms as vermillion orbs boiled into volcanic magma, face flushed with rage and arousal as the Wrath heaved, clutching the knob and the frame, wood creaking from the rough treatment as he continued to call for the Sun, wanting the heat to consume him wholly and burn him alive.

"Xanxus, Xanxus- fuck! Xanxus!"

Xanxus held his breath, not wanting the distracting, rasping cacophony of his own respiration to mottle the sound of bliss that fled from the Lotus. His brow and his hips were pressed to the door as he listened, letting the tender, vocal-laced breaths wash over his ears until they were raw. He remained still until the rustle of clothes sounded, bare feet padded across the floor and the faucet turned on, the splashing of water removing the blight of the pleasure of flesh from the golden-eyed man.

The Sky grit his teeth as he stepped back, the door creaking open to show a much more relaxed Daiki, a light flush still touching coppery cheeks, inhalations just the slightest bit longer. If it were anyone else, they would never have realised just what the Sun had done. Daiki tilted his head before curling his lips in a humoured smile, handprints of tap water on his night shorts, looking like phantom hands clutching his hips.

Xanxus snarled before grabbing a brass wrist and dragging the Lotus forwards, forcing a hand against the firm biology as he used vermillion to burn into gold.

"This needs to be dealt with." He snarled, watching unaffected honey shine with amusement.

"Okay." Daiki sighed, before leaning forwards and pressing the briefest kiss on the Sky.

Wrath snapped his gaze to the clock. Another hour gone for a split second.

"Okay," Daiki repeated, drawing attention back to him, smile still present, aftershocks still making his skin warm. "The bathroom's all yours then."

"What?" He uttered, eyes wide as the Sun stepped aside and pushed the Sky into the tiled room.

"Don't worry, I won't interfere. Take all the time you need, friend." Daiki reassured cheerily, before closing the door with a resounding 'boom!'.