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Xanxus 2
She infuriates him, everything about her should make him angry but doesn't. His first impression of her was a weak useless teenager who had disrupted his rightful position. Then the battles started and he was completely convinced that she was pathetic. Her defeat would be quick and then he could finally become the tenth boss of the Vongola. What he didn't expect was that she would fight back. The timid scum he had first seen had disappeared and the girl he was fighting was holding her own. He could feel his anger growing and the scars across his face began to appear. Why wouldn't she die?
Then she had used zero point breakthrough and for the first time during the fight he felt a flash of fear. He could remember the old mans face as the ice encased him, it had been painful. There was no way he would go back to that icy prison. But she had; the cold had trapped his whole body. Just as his world is about to go dark he meets her eyes and is shocked by the sorrow in them; just like the old mans and he wants to scream at her to look elsewhere. Mammon had been able to free him but they had learned the truth. He mentally cursed that bastard swordsman for revealing what he had. It was over, she had beaten him. As usual the anger swelled inside of him and he wanted to shoot someone or at least let his flame out. She looks at him again. Everything within him stills, becomes quiet and seems to focus on her. What the hell is going on? She falls unconscious and the calmness disappears leaving only a vague sense of confusion.
He doesn't see her again for years. Squalo just bitches about wanting to fight the sword brat, Belphegor has found a new hobby, filling the new recruit Fran with knives, Lussuria is Lussuria, Mammon is out cheating the trash out of their money and Levi is building a shrine in his room when he gets the news. The ninth is sending Sawada and the rest of her useless family to spend a week with them. When he firsts get the news he shoots at the telephone leaving a small crater in the room and just yells at the rest of his subordinates the words trash and scum come out of his mouth a lot.
He doesn't greet them when they arrive; why should he put effort into welcoming the person who stole his destiny? But the rest of them do. When Lussuria bursts into his office raving about how cute she is and how he wants to drag her around a shopping centre he just raises an eyebrow and ignores the colourful sun guardian. Seriously how much could she have changed in 2 years?
On the second day he has to get out of his office, one can only throw something at Squalo so many times before it becomes boring. He takes his box animal and heads to the woods surrounding the mansion. He can vaguely make out the psycho price taunting her storm guardian. He mentally shrugs their names aren't really important. Bester walks beside him and growls at anything that moves. The lion is just like him, it has a grudge against almost everything. Suddenly Besters' ears perk up and the creature turns his head to the left. He frowns and turns to see what he has heard.
There is a light purring noise, similar to a kitten. He went to see what the noise was and stops when he enters a small clearing. There is a figure lying on the ground and it's her. The person he really didn't want to see only she's different. Her hair is longer and is spread around her head on the floor, her body has finally stopped changing and he grudgingly admits that she does look better. Her face has matured and was rather pretty; her lips were a soft pink colour and her skin was flawless. She was taller and the clothes she wore showed off her long legs and slim frame. He stared unblinking down at her sleeping on the ground. There was a small cat creature in her arms and it was curled up on her chest like a child. That must be her box animal. The anger he should feel for her doesn't appear
She isn't sleeping peaceful there is a frown on her face and she is restless. Deciding to wake her up he nudges her with his foot. Her eyes slam open and she sits up with a gasp. Those eyes are just the same; big brown eyes that belong on a child. Still they do make her face pleasing to look at. Frowning at his thoughts he stares down.
"What are you doing here trash?" His voice is sharp. She should be back in the castle "improving" her relationship with the Varia not taking daytime naps in the middle of the forest. Stupid woman.
"I-I wanted to take a walk and got d-distracted. Guess I was pretty tired." She stands up and the wimpy cat rolls off her and actually meows.
That pathetic animal is your box weapon?" Her cheeks turn red and a spark of anger enters her eyes
"Yes he is. Do you have a problem with that?"
"The boss of the Vongola shouldn't carry a weak creature like that. But it fits its owner." She is actually
scowling and he smirks. The woman couldn't be threatening if she tried. It was a wonder she had been able to fight him. Maybe that's why those brats fought so hard for her she couldn't even appear strong.
"Nuts is actually very strong in battle." Yeah and Mammon loves giving to charities.
"So you say but that thing in your arms is not a lion, scum." The insult automatically comes from his mouth. He points at Bester. "This is a lion." The cat takes one look at it and jumps into her arms practically shaking. He sneers. The Bester goes to her. He feels a little apprehensive, after all if the loin kills her he won't find out why she doesn't anger him. But all she does is reach out a hand and stroke it. In seconds the intimidating beast has been turned into a pile of goo.
Outwardly the scowl stays in place inwardly he I reeling. Bester is a reflection of his own personality but he was purring at Sawada like a house pet. What did it mean? Maybe it was the same reason as to why he never felt that burning anger around her. But anger is what he is, it's a huge part of him. Now that she is crouching down he can see her figure more easily she's all curves and softness. Nothing like the women he knew. His red eyes trailed over her form and something sparked inside him.
"He doesn't seem scary." Her voice is soft and effects him in a way.
"Bester doesn't like anyone. He growls at most of the scum here and tries to eat that sword idiot a lot. What the hell did you do?" She shrugs and he wants to shake her. Can't she see how impossible it is; that Bester likes someone.
"I don't know. Maybe he likes me." Exactly and that was the problem. He stares at her again. Tsunayoshi Sawada has changed in more ways then one. Her eyes still hold that innocence and hope but the naivety is gone. The woman in front of him has seen things, things that normal people only have nightmares she has seen the darker side of the Mafia, which he lives in. But she is not afraid, whatever fear she has of him has gone and she stands straight under his gaze where most of the trash would cower or look away. Which means that he can't call her scum any more because she's moved up. She's still fragile though and weak, someone to be protected.
"Try not to get lost again princess." He turns and walks away trying to get the image of her out of his head. Out of the corner of his eyes he see Bester lick her fingers and walk away. Traitor.
For the next few days she is stuck in his head and that annoys him so he uses Levi and Squalo has target practice. Bester is moping, actually sulking. If he had known the animal would be this much of a pain he wouldn't have got the damn thing in the first place. He watches her; the way she interacts with his subordinates and her own, how at times the smile on her face seems a little forced and when she uses the training room. That is interesting.
Her skills have definitely improved but she still hasn't got that fighting drive. The ability to fight without reason, she only gets strong when one of her guardians is threatened. All this passes through his mind but all he can focus on is the way her body bends and moves when she is fighting; graceful. She is breathing hard and her chest rises and falls each time. He can't turn away and as he watches her a certain part of his anatomy stirs. He curses and leaves furious at himself. She's his enemy everything about her should make him hate her not give him a...He shakes his head off and goes to take his bad mood out on the first person he comes across.
A ball. Why did the old man have to throw a f****** ball? He hated them. He throws on a suit and goes into the hall, he sticks to the wall and glares at anyone foolish enough to come close. His eyes scan the room not finding the person he's looking for and his mood worsens. If he had to come then why didn't she?
The doors open and his eyes turn to see which new fool has come to join them. It is her. He bites back a groan if he had thought watching her train was painful this was pure torture. The dark purple dress compliments her pale flawless skin and the slits down the sides highlight her legs as do the shoes. It shows off her curvy figure and chest. The woman looks like she just steeped out of a mans fantasy. As his eyes drink her in he knows that he has to have her. Has to at least taste her before she goes. It's not like she's his first. Hell she's as different to the women he sees as white is to black. She's pure.
But he's not the only one to think so. Within seconds she is surrounded by men and he wants to shoot all the bastards right through their skulls. Now that he's decided he wants her he'll be damned if he lets anyone near her. Luckily for the trash her guardians drag her out and act as a barrier between her and them. He smirks when he sees her slip away and moves to join her.
"Tch. I don't know why you put up with that scum." She turns around and smiles. Her eyes widen at the sight of him in a suit and he thinks he sees a little colour in her cheeks. A flare of amusement shoots through him. When she tells him that she will change the Mafia he snorts but she is so sure, so hopeful that a part of him believes she just might.
Then she asks him to dance. Maybe the arcobaleno had hit her one too many times on the head. There is no way he is going out on that floor and dance with her. Another idea enters his head and he grabs her hand. Ignoring her noise of protest he drags her to one of the balconies and shoves her outside.
"Waa! What was that for?" He shrugs.
"I don't dance princess. But if you want some privacy now is the time to enjoy it." She laughs and scolds him about his behaviour he snorts and dismisses it. He tells her about the world, about his world and expects her to cringe and leave him.
"But I beat you." The words come out of her mouth and any control he has goes up in smoke. It's true the female in front of him had beat him and now was winning again with. He growls and corners her against the wall. He knows his scars are fully showing but she doesn't flinch or look away.
"Say that again princess and you'll be very sorry." his voice comes out as a growl because if she does he will have to prove her wrong, prove that he is the stronger one.
"I beat you." she enunciates each word with that soft voice of hers and he snaps.
"Bad choice princess." Is the last thing that he can spit out before he attacks her mouth with his. The need for her roars in his ears and he feels like the world is burning. She responds beautifully and lets him take what he wants. The taste of her sets his blood on fire and he knows that nothing will stop this. He must have her.
"I'm not going to stop so if you don't want this start running or find someone to stop me." But he knows that no-one will stop him. She leans forward and her voice comes out in a husky whisper.
"A Vongola boss runs from nothing." A snarl is all that comes from him and he lunges into the air with her in his arms. Upwards towards the bedrooms of the mansion.
WARNING LEMON AND M RATED CONTENT START HERE
Once inside she latches onto him and he ravage her mouth. A fierce surge of possession washes over him knowing that no-one else would have done this to her. His tongue sweeps up the flavours of her mouth apples, sugar and syrup. Delicious. She breaks off for air but he starts licking her neck planting soft bites as punishments for breaking off the kiss. She lets out a moan and her fingers dig into his back.
They finally reach the bed and he throws on it. His eyes take in the sight of her flushed cheeks and gasping. Before she can say anything he's on top of her marking her neck with bites and tasting her skin. Her eyes widen as the unfamiliar sensations pulse through her and she can feel an ache deep inside of her.
He kisses her again while his hands begin to stroke her curves and he can feel her shudder. Angry at the barrier of clothing he rips the dress off her ignoring her muffled protest. She couldn't have said anything anyway his mouth was on hers again. He breaks it off to stare at her. The corset she wears pushes up her breasts and he wonders what they look like. Her fingers fumble with the ties at the back. Impatient he use his flame to burn her underwear off, making sure not to hurt her. She sits their nearly bare in front of him but doesn't meet his eyes afraid what he'll think.
Beautiful is all he thinks before he grabs her for another kiss again. His hands stroke her breasts and a whimper escapes her. He props himself up and kisses a trail down to her breast she shivers as he bites the sensitive skin but all she can feel is an overwhelming pleasure. But through her daze of lust she realises that while she is almost naked he is still in his suit. Her hands reach up and yank his shirt open and she greedily takes in the sight of his bare chest; scarred from battles, there isn't an ounce of fat on this man. She runs her hand over the skin feeling a surge of pride as the muscles clench under her touch. It amazes her at the effect she has on this man. Doing the same as he did she gets rid of his clothes with her flame and gives him a pleased grin when he stares at her. Any sense of triumph is blown away as they touch skin to skin. Her hands run over his body marvelling at the strength of his body.
His hand cups her between her legs and she jerks at the unexpected touch. She is so wet, so ready for his touch. He plunges a finger inside and her womb spasms. He withdraws and settles for stroking her skin. He needs to be inside of her. With a growl he props himself up on the bed and forces her to meet his gaze. She gives a barely perceptible nod. He positions himself at her entrance and groans. He knows this will hurt her, but he swears to himself that she won't regret this. He may be an asshole but he knows how to treat a woman. With a single thrust he is inside of her and his senses scream with joy. She is so ward. So tight. He can feel her wince and whimper as the pain pierces her but she doesn't let go of him. She won't break. He gives her time to adjust, drawing on every shred of self control he has he remains still. She looks at him.
"I won't hate you Xanxus, I ache for you." The sound of his name on her lips is so sweet and he has to hear it again. He buries himself in her and she lets out a gasp of pain and pleasure. She is trapped in a cyclone of feelings and sensation the only thing that exists is her and this man. His hips start to move and the pleasure builds. There is a strange feeling inside of her and it grows and grows. Her inner muscles begin to clench and she can feel herself reaching a peak. With one final thrust she snaps. Screaming out his name she comes apart underneath him as the orgasm rocks her. She closes her eye riding the wave of pleasure. He comes soon after yelling out for her.
She feels boneless and sated, the nerves in her neck are raw and she still on a high from what they have just done. With a sigh she wraps her arms around his neck.
When she cam apart in his arms he had known that he would keep her. There was no way he was letting her go. He smirked as he thought of all the things he could teach her and do to her and if some bastard dared to try and take her from him they would suffer the consequences.
LEMON AND M RATED SCENE OVER
He loves her. They both know it and she loves him. Words were never needed because they showed it whenever they came together. His men just stop and stare when he tells them he's going to marry her. For once there is silence before an explosion of curses, cries of yay and someone crying. He watches as she takes the role of boss and any resentment is washed away by pride and that knowledge that his child will be the eleventh. (any other candidates will be gotten rid of) Though he'll never admit it he loves it when they fight because the sex afterwards is always more violent and fuelled by passion after, she will grumble at him after but they both know that she won't leave. Neither will he.
She becomes pregnant and it is not a happy time. There is an enemy family on the rise and everyone wants to keep her safe and she rebels against them. No-one messes with an angry pregnant woman who is not only the wife of one of the most feared men in the Mafia but also boss of the Vongola. Only her guardians and his dare to go near her.
When she goes into labour he is getting rid of some trash in the city. Squalo yells to him over the battle that he's about to become a father. The fight is over in seconds. When he gets there he can hear her screaming. It is the first time he feels fear for her. Then he sees her. Karina. His daughter. Tsuna is smiling at him, tired but healthy with a baby in her arms. She passes her over to him and as he holds the tiny child he realises that there are two things in the world he would give up everything for, his wife and child. The rest of the family gather round her and he can see Mammon floating toys around her head.
Red eyes meet brown and a faint smile can be seen on his face.
AN: So my first attempt at a lemon and Xanxus POV of the skyshot. Next one will be a different pairing. Right I'm going to go on a trip soon so I may not update for a week and a bit. But until then I'll try and update again. Please read, request and review.