(X) Chapter Warning: Explicit Sexual Content (X)
Word Count: 10,875
"That is the last thing I want to do."
Xanxus willed himself to remain patient as Daiki remained splayed across their bed, laying on his stomach as he gazed over his shoulder in a miffed fashion. It didn't seem to be working, as he bared his teeth at the man, trying not to be distracted by the drop of sweat that slid down the dipped line of his curling spine.
"You make it sound like you have a choice." The Sky huffed, crossing his arms, making his formal shirt rustle. "Get up and get ready, we're going to a fucking dinner with those assholes."
"Since when did you respond to summons?" Daiki asked.
"Food." He muttered, glaring irritably off to the side.
Daiki snorted, but sat up and stretched, the blankets falling and showing the naked back of the Sun, copper and brass shining with Summer perspiration. The flesh rippled with muscle and tension as the being flexed and stretched, loosening lazy knots as a bone-deep moan fell from his lips.
Xanxus remained still as golden eyes turned on him from over a shining shoulder, both form and eyes glowing with a languid heat. His hands gripped the opposite bicep in a bruising grip, a ditch effort to keep himself stable.
That dinner was looking a lot less appetizing now, as he gazed at the creature of fine tastes.
"Okay, what am I expected to wear then?" Daiki hummed, massaging his neck, still not completely turned, front only presented to the headboard.
"This." The Wrath grunted, tossing a plastic wrapped piece onto their bed. "And yes, it's a suit this time."
"Not formals?" Daiki huffed, an almost humoured tone coming to his voice.
"Not formals." Xanxus reassured, keeping the quirk of his lip under control.
The Sun tilted his head in an observing fashion, the mark of teeth and possession on his neck having faded to nothing more than a light discolouration despite the Sky's best efforts. It made the Mafia grit his jaw, wanting the salty, metallic wash on his tongue and the hand ripping his hair in an act of revenge.
Daiki hummed after watching him simmer for a few moments, before reaching out and pulling the tassel cord that hung on the edge of the headboard, the curtain that draped around the four-poster flying shut with a sharp 'shwip'.
Xanxus twitched. A light turned on. And the curling silhouette of the copper being was cast against the deep red.
He inhaled sharply, and the sandalwood incense that Daiki insisted on burning invaded his senses with a vengeance, no longer willing to be ignored by the rabid noble's nose as everything enraptured him at once. Daiki stretched once more, showing how shoulders bunched and undid, a full body shiver rattling the dark frame, before he got up on his knees and turned. The waves and sharp angles were not missed, nor were they taken lightly as the Sky drank in the dark, nearly serpentine outline of the Sun, the curve of a breast becoming touched in self-inquisition.
The Wrath manually swallowed, cursing silently when it sounded loud in his own ears.
"Could you give me my binder?" Daiki asked, twisting his body impossibly, trying to get a kink out of his back.
"Fine." Xanxus bit out, movements forced and robotic as he rummaged through the Sun's drawers to find a fresh restriction.
He returned to the spilt in the vermillion threshold and glared at it in offence, before making a noise. His breath came out loud as he watched the form turn, before moving onto hands and knees, crawling forwards, forwards, until he could hear the soft exhale of the Sun's breath. Fingers breached the border, and a long, copper arm slid out, gleaming with sweat and salinity. It rotated, action an almost contortionist graceful, before their hands grazed.
"Are you going to let go?" The Sun asked, making the Sky blink, before releasing the binder like it had burnt him.
And as quick as it came, the solar arm withdrew back into the vermillion oblivion.
"How long is this going to take?" Daiki asked, shimmying his way into the material.
Xanxus watched how soft flesh bulged in rebellion, before sliding under its constriction, the baker twisting and rotating himself until he was comfortable in his own skin again.
"Three." Was the decided answer, and it made the pitch shadow sigh, hands sliding down their own silhouette in a soothing manner.
Three hours. Three kisses. Three displays. Three claims.
"I better get to eat all I want." Daiki grumbled, pulling his clothes to him and undoing their plastic, dry cleaner wrapping and shrugging on the items like they weren't worth a small chest of gold.
Xanxus tried blinked away the image of the Sun's chest drooling liquid aureate, how it would gleam with perspiration and melted down luxury. He tried, oh he tried to will away the phantom breaths of airy delight that were panted into his ears, the way that the Lotus would purr and gasp as the hot dribble was poured onto his collarbone, pooling in the dips before overflowing like the falls of El Dorado. He attempted to ignore how he knew the biology would react to the introduction, how skin would rise like brass pebbles and how the softness of his peaks would stiffen from the contrast of hot and cold.
Such thoughts would do him no good for now - for now.
"I guess this'll do."
The Wrath faced forwards as the Sun stepped out, clad in a two piece business suit of a rich black. Daiki had dressed himself impeccably, and was in the process of threading his cuffs with his teeth and tongue as his other hand busied itself with his final shirt button.
"You seem to know what you're doing." Xanxus commented, staring shamelessly.
"Not the first time I've worn this sort of thing." Daiki shrugged, smoothing down his lapels and collar before loading up his pockets with his required possessions.
The Sky's eyes narrowed.
"When could you have needed to wear a suit?"
"Business."
"You're a baker."
The Sun paused, before looking over his shoulder and smiling in the most blood-boiling manner.
"That's what you think."
Xanxus snarled and slammed his hands down on the tallboy on either side of the man, trapping him against the piece as he pushed himself against the other's back. He snapped his teeth near a copper ear, grinning in a satisfied, feral manner as he felt the rippling of a shudder go through the baker's son, lobe of soft skin coming to be pinched between his sharp calcium, the angry scratching of nails becoming balled into fists sounding so wonderfully.
A hand shot out and crashed across the Sky's cheek as the Sun spun around, face the faintest of reds as he glared with such a volatile anger, that Xanxus couldn't help the sigh that came with the warmth that arose from the heated rage. Fingers gripped the Wrath's jaw in a bruising grip, tips pressing into his cheeks and threatening to crack his mandible as he was tugged closer, vermillion wide with rapt attention for gold.
"You watch yourself, Xanxus." Daiki growled, and the Sky groaned against his palm.
Say it more. Say it more. Say his name like it was acidic to his larynx. Say his name until it lost its meaning. Say his name until it was carved into the air and his ears. Say his name until it made him physically sick.
The clock rung out, and the Wrath flung himself at the Sun, feeling arms wrap around his waist and a hand dig its nails in his scalp as Daiki bit his way into a willing cavern, bodies flush together, as if in an effort to force themselves into each other's abdominal cavity. Tongues fought and slid over themselves in a feral manner that had their mouths watering messily, snarls echoing in the cavern of the other's mouth.
The separation was reluctant and loud, a growl of annoyance seeping from Xanxus' throat as their tongues hung free, a bridge of saliva holding them stubbornly as the Sky heaved. Daiki tilted his head and licked his lips for a moment, before lowering his head closer to the other's and gently nosing at the Wrath, making him freeze, before slowly relaxing and begrudgingly reciprocating the soft nuzzle of all things.
"I'm hungry," Daiki muttered, their brows still resting against each other. "Are we going now?"
"Yeah." He huffed, feeling the warm Sun fix his dark hair.
…
God fucking damn it.
Xanxus snarled into his cup as he glared around the room, the place brimming with young aristocrats, spoilt in both attitude and blood. They each had arrived with a pretty thing on their arm, but a few of them had been abandoned by their guests for other company.
Xanxus was one of the unlucky few.
Daiki, at some point, had slipped off from the Sky's side and was now frolicking with whoever the fuck he had reeled in to walk to the table for his lazy ass. It had been an hour, easy, since he had lost track of his Lotus amongst the high floating trash, and his vermillion eyes were dragging a burning line through the hall as he scanned the place.
It felt like Daiki was dodging him - no, Daiki was dodging him. While the hall was by no means small, it wouldn't take an hour of even passive searching to find someone as outstanding as Daiki Yamaguchi, tall stature and all. So that meant, the man was aware of where he was, and was actively sidestepping all approaches.
"Daiki." He growled, the crowd giving him a wider breath as response. "I swear to God when I find you I will make sure you stay."
Daiki kind of wished he had stayed with Xanxus at this point.
"Wow, Japan!?" The blond gaped, glass newly emptied - on the floor, that is. "I have a friend that went to Japan, crazy 'bout swords that guy."
Dino of the Cavallone, Tenth Boss certified, had wrapped his arm around the blue haired boy's shoulders and ushered him to sit with the Mafia for a while, nearly tripping on the way there and needing Daiki to carry him the last few steps.
"Really?" The Sun breathed, playing with his flute of champagne, not really liking the brand.
"Yeah! Haha, though he'd probably deny knowing me at all, knowing him." He laughed, voice taking on a self-deprecating tone.
"I'm sure he cares about you, deep down." The baker hummed, sipping his drink anyway. "Really deep down."
"Okay, wow, ow, my feelings."
"I'm sure they'll heal."
Dino pouted before looking to his glass and gaping at its empty state, before looking up and beaming when he saw a waiter make a turn about the room with a tray full of champagne. He got to his feet and made to stop the man, but stumbled on an unevenness of the carpet and ended up backhanding the tray and its contents all over the finely dressed man.
Daiki's face was carefully blank even as he covered his mouth, a tiny huff of amusement bursting out as he watched the teen scramble to help the quietly drenched man.
"Are you sure you're not drunk, Cavallone?" He asked as the waiter walked away with a tray of broken glass, and the Mafia heir deflated with a red face.
"No, I'm just painfully clumsy."
"How unfortunate."
Dino blinked, before wincing as he looked up, a small 'eep' escaping him and making the Sun raise an eyebrow.
"Shit! Xanxus spotted me! Gah, he's probably still angry at me for pushing him down the stairs!"
"You did what?" Daiki blurted, eyebrows shooting up.
"It was an accident! I tripped and he was in front of me so-"
"Daiki."
The Sun turned his gaze on the Sky with open interest, not bothering to even acknowledge the dangerous edge on the Wrath's voice as he greeted the man with a short hum.
"Oh, Cavallone was just talking about you. Apparently, you fell down the stairs."
Volcanic vermillion slashed over to the cringing blond, the poor Dino giving a squeal of fear when he saw what he was subject to.
"I apologised!"
"Be nice," Daiki sighed, catching attention again, taking another slide of champagne, and then grimacing. "Here, it's too dry for my taste."
Dino blinked with wide eyes as Xanxus took the offered flute and drank it without complaint, not seeming to care that it was second hand alcohol. He tilted his head, confusion overflowing, before looking to their knees, and stalling when he noticed the purposeful closeness, black slacks blending into one another.
"You know each other?" He managed out, glancing between the two.
"Of course." Xanxus growled, narrowing his eyes.
"Sadly." Daiki sighed, reclining back into the loveseat they had claimed. "He was such an annoying kid when we were younger. Still is."
"Says you," The Sky scowled. "I didn't fucking parkour the rooftops."
"You knew each other when you were young?" Dino asked, despite how something told him not to get between these two.
"Since that thing was, maybe, seven?" The Sun offered, glancing to the other for clearance.
"Maybe." Xanxus shrugged, before grabbing the man's arm and pulling him off the couch. "C'mon, we're going to fucking dance."
"You know, in most situations, offering your hand while saying 'may I have this dance?' usually is the way to go." Daiki huffed, reaching out and putting his hand on the Sky's waist.
A hand had fallen to his waist too.
The two men paused and glanced at the awkward criss-cross of arms that had taken place, and though they found it a bit of an embarrassing mix up, both refused to be the one to back out.
"So," Daiki started, looking to the Sky, both noticing how the music had started again and people were turning around them, giving the only stationary couple glances. "How are we going to do this."
"I'm the lead."
"But I'm taller."
"I can dance better."
"Debatable. You can rest your head on my chest."
Xanxus didn't respond, but bared his teeth as he moved his hand to the older's shoulder.
"There we go." Daiki hummed, drawing the other forwards until they were pressed flush, getting a bit of a noise from the Sky, before they were moving in time with the rest of the floor.
Xanxus bowed his head as his ears burnt, feeling the confused eyes on him as he danced the submissive role with another man, but he couldn't find it in himself to care all that much as a hand guided his head against a firm chest and let him rest it there as they swayed, the hand on his waist guiding him around.
"You feeling okay?" Daiki asked, voice soft for a personal conversation in a public place.
"Yeah." Xanxus muttered, holding onto the copper hand in his own with a kind of possessive vigilance.
"You were gone for a good bit of the day," The Sun continued, gazing down at the Sky. "You were with Timoteo, weren't you?"
The Wrath twitched, but relaxed again when a hand pressed against the small of his back, thumb stroking the dip in his vertebrae.
"Yeah, so what?"
"I heard you threw a vase."
"Mm."
"That was worth a small fortune."
"Hm."
"Mate."
Xanxus huffed and turned his head to press his nose against the man's collar, feeling the hand around his squeeze for a split second.
"You need to get your priorities straight." Daiki sighed, letting a soft sound get channelled into the material cladding his shoulder.
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"Not straight myself." The Sky shrugged, before pausing as a booming laughter sounded from above, the chest against his rumbling with delight.
"Jesus Christ, Xanxus!" His Lotus snorted, face alight with amusement and humour, cheeks pinched in an unbridled grin. "I wasn't expecting that from you!"
Xanxus tilted his head, taking in how amber dribbled gold were wrinkling in the corners as they shone with a giddy gild. A row of sharp pearl were displayed in a guardless smile, the arm around his waist pulling him closer seemingly subconsciously.
The Wrath slowly unravelled his hands from the man's and cupped the higher face, pulling him down with little resistance. It had been two hours, and so he milked them for all they were worth, humming and sighing into the vermillion mouth flushed against his. He shivered harshly when he felt the Sun push up against him, the arm constricting him bordering a wonderfully painful as the other crept to his nape and clung.
The separation was hesitant and begrudged on both sides, brows coming to rest against each other as they panted quietly.
"Stop that." He grunted, referring to the dizzy smile that still buzzed on his own lips.
"Why would I do that?" Daiki asked, lightly fingering the dip of the man's spine.
Vermillion eyes surveyed the room, and a layer of disgust coated them in a hued shine.
"There's too much trash here."
Women and men danced around them in hypnotic swirls of kaleidoscopic colour, the laughter and clinking of glasses tinkling in the air like the lights twinkled off the chandeliers that watched over the perfectly putrid people. The two stood still amongst the churning currents of colour, couples weaving around them as they swayed out of rhythm, not listening to the music that bounced off their ears.
"I want to..." Daiki started, before gritting his teeth.
Xanxus blinked, his face carefully blank as the man narrowed his eyes.
"Ten hours." He declared, pulling back the smallest bit, connecting vermillion and gold. "I agree to lift the restrictions for ten hours. Do you consent?"
Ten.
Xanxus opened his mouth, and lunged forwards. He snarled as he bit his way into the Sun's mouth, teeth clashing and canines hooking onto each other in their ferocity, tongues sliding back and forth in disgusting desperation as they kissed with open mouths, lips pulled back into angry sneers. They hated, hated, hated, how far they had fallen.
But God damn it, they'd do it again.
Daiki gagged and hooked his fingers into the Sky's mouth, tugging him away like reigns on a horse.
"I want to go to bed." He snapped, their patience minimal at best.
Xanxus growled and crushed the copper hand in his before bodily dragging the Lotus from the mass of movement.
He had ten hours, and he'd use them well.
Xanxus tugged and yanked at the clothes of the Sun, but the man held strong as he ignored the advances, toeing off his shoes and happily seating himself on their bed.
The Sky growled but followed suit, huffing as he dropped down, feeling an arm coil around his waist loosely. He snarled and shoved himself against the other, fitting their bodies until no space remained, an infernal heat bubbling between them from under their skins as teeth grazed a copper neck to spark a reaction.
Nails dug into his waist before he was thrown away with a vicious strength, a hiss of anger and pain leaving his clenched jaw as his cranium crashed against the headboard and sent a bloom of warm pain across his scalp. The Wrath snapped his teeth as a huge and grand form consumed the light of the room and enshrouded him in the shade, golden dribbled amber glaring down at him with such molten intensity that he found himself cowed and courageous.
A hand found his shirt and with violent disregard, the Sun tore down the seam, buttons bending under his will and fleeing upon their release. Arctic fingers spread out along the Sky's stomach and left glacial runes in Summer warm flesh, tanned skin pebbling with the cold as the long brass and copper explored with all the elegance of a colonisation. Petal lips twitched before Daiki pulled back and sat on his heels, a grin of pleasant sins painting his face grimly as he gazed down, looking too much like some sort of deity for vermillion eyes to comprehend.
Daiki lazily tongued at his own lips before humming a low note of self-appreciation, undoing his clothes in a luxuriously languid manner. Xanxus bolted up at the first sight of copper-caramel skin, but was batted away with an infernal ease, his ears ringing as the blow to his temple registers, and the near sharp, near blunt dig in his hands came to. Volcanic ruby dropped to his limbs and he held a wheeze when he saw them pinned beneath the Sun's knees, the being of copper and cobalt kneeling on him like some sort of altar step.
"Stay." Daiki decreed, and the Sky felt his body become stone despite there being no Medusa.
The baker tilted his head at the Mafia in a show of superiority, a huff of amusement on his lips, before he shrugged off his suit and shirt. They were of no true importance to him, so he disregarded them without thought, fingering the line of his binder as he surveyed the plains before him.
"Up." He said suddenly, dismounting and walking away from the bed.
Xanxus shot up in surprise, hands balling as he watched the man move around.
"I said, up." Daiki reiterated with irritation, glancing over his shoulder with a molten gold.
The Wrath paused before getting to his feet with grit teeth, tension high as he felt horrendously full.
The Sun tsked at the attitude before coming over with easy strides. He reached out, and the Sky waited, watching the tanned fingers snag his tattered shirt then tugged at the band of his belt.
"Take them off."
Xanxus blinked, before scowling at the Sun, hating how his hands rose and shrugged off his shirt as demanded. His lips were pulled back in an outraged snarl as he unbuckled and tossed away his belt, letting it thud loudly on the floor before stepping out of the pool of his pants. The Wrath was by no means ashamed or shy when it came to his body, taking a pride in his physique, knowing that, even with his young age, he was a well-known symbol of desire amongst the Mafia community.
However, the way that liquid aureate and amber fell upon him, made him want to curl. The way that they seemed to leave intangible rivers of warmth upon his skin as they fell along his body was something else entirely, it made him stir from within, and the hum of approval made him step forwards, accepting the hand that cupped his waist.
"Bend."
It was Xanxus who uttered the order this time, and the Sun scoffed at him, seemingly amused by his mortal squeaking. The grand being slowly angled himself, however, as if humouring a lesser, and allowed himself to be subjected to touch. Daiki hummed as hands slid up the flesh dunes of his abdominals and arms wrapped around his neck, a mouth anchored to his.
Their biting was lazy this time, like they were languidly sinking their teeth into one another, rumbling low notes into warm chasms as hands wandered, branding Summer skins of copper and simple tan. Tongues wrapped and slid over each other like passing snakes, writhing bodies slathered in hot nectar. The Sky rumbled a note deep and tugged at the bindings of the Sun insistently, demanding the removal.
Daiki scoffed, stepped back, and yanked the Mafia's trousers with a feral intent, the sound of material ripping under his will sounding through the room as the zipper and button gave out. Xanxus shouted his disapproval, sinking his nails into the proud collarbone of the other, before bucking in a volatile manner as an Arctic hand invaded the domain of his pants. He bared his teeth at the Sun, feeling the fingers on his waist holding him strong as long, limber fingers played with the fibres of the undergarments, pressed so close but not close enough.
"Daiki."
Vermillion widened as black drank down the golden ambrosia pools, a deep, endless void of Shade swallowing and expanding, triggered by the Sky's voice alone. It made his body tingle with Pride and Lust, fingers buzzing as they clung to the Sun's nape and binder, arms shaking with tension as his legs progressively weakened, soft, barely existent touches dancing up the inside of his spine.
A tongue began pressing to the underside of the Wrath's jaw, forcing him to tilt his head back and expose his throat, relishing in the sensation of salivic nectar being stroked into his Summer hot skin. It moulded against his pulse and stripped the salt from his flesh, feeling the acceleration of his breath as it pet at his vulnerable pillar. And then there were teeth. And then there was blood.
And then Xanxus gave forth a broken, senseless moan.
Sharp shards of pearl sank into his flesh in a ferociously gentle, blunt force puncture. It made his body break out into shivers and goosebumps. It made his breath stutter and tremble, catching his voice and making every exhale weaved with sighs.
"Xanxus."
A spiral of blissing perfection piqued through the Wrath's body as his name was whispered into his ear, the bass voice carrying on hot breath and melting him from the inside, turning all of his self to liquid lust. Vermillion blood rushed like the devil was chasing it, veins and arteries singing with praise as the wound on his neck pulsed with a loving heartbeat.
It was just touching. It was just speaking.
And yet he felt like he was going to give out and give up. Give up all he had, all he had to the Sun, to the deity who had him in his grasp, who held him to a copper cast body and spoke a language forged from the skeletons of snakes.
"Bed." Xanxus breathed firmly, tugging the other back a step towards the canopy.
Amber dipped gold glanced to him, stirring his insides.
"These. Off." Daiki ordered, jostling the bands of his lower layers.
The Sky growled when warmth was denied to him, the copper being stepping back to allow him room. Volcanic eyes watched as muscles rippled with motion, fingers hooking on as a lithe, strong, caramel body writhed its way out of the binding material, the swell of mammalian glands and soft tissue falling free with a relieved sigh.
An eyebrow was crooked at the Wrath in expectation when he was noticed, his static self coming under observation, before he robotically began to grind his joints into motion. Ruby scanned the grand body before him as he freed himself under the command, viewing with a spectacular focus, taking in every runic, lacing pattern left in skin by the press of material, every bruise of binding, every scar of childhood.
Daiki chucked away his underwear without care, before curling his arms above his head and stretching his spine in an elegant circumference, shoulder blades bunching before falling in a fascinating manner. He hummed, and checked his watch, before unlatching and tossing it into his pile of clothes as well.
Golden eyes floated to Xanxus lazily, and took in what they were shown.
Xanxus felt like Daiki enjoyed what he saw.
The Sun crossed the distance with a lethal confidence, hips swaying in a feminine, yet masculine manner that boiled deep in the Sky's belly. When they met, a glacial hand came, and pressed against the plains of the Wrath's chest, dark hair prickling with the chill that they brought.
He gave a grunt, falling back into the bed when he was pushed with little force. Ruby looked up at the towering form, head tilted back to take in the whole haloed, copper being.
"Make yourself comfortable." Daiki gestured, nodding to the strewn pillows that they had disturbed upon entry.
Xanxus glanced, before crawling over and dropping himself onto them in a relishing manner, enjoying the scent of caramel, wine and fire mixed in them. Rolling onto his back, he lazed as he watched a fantastic form begin to crawl, and prowl, and slither up the sheets and his splayed legs. Lips of lotus texture and bloodied colour curled and made his heart race an aggressive speed as they laid on his naval, deceptively tender kisses forging a burning trail up his strong stomach, chest and throat until his lips were claimed again.
Xanxus groaned as they rocked together, tongues and bodies twisting as they slotted in humidifying and humanising manners. Hands grappled and teeth gripped, searching, plundering, claiming-
Until Daiki got to his knees, ran a hand through his cobalt hair, dragging his damp fringe from his molten gold eyes, wet and bruised lips curling in the most satisfied and mocking manner. And he sank down.
Xanxus roared.
The vice grip of velveteen walls was an absolute paradise for the Wrath as he sank his nails into the copper hips that were perched upon his. It was perfect, perfect, perfect. Oh God, he was going to break.
"Move." The Sky grunted, wanting sensation and gratification.
Daiki didn't.
"What's wrong?" He gritted out, gazing up at the Sun whose face was pinched in a forced relaxation and focus.
"Gimme a sec," Daiki sighed, tilting his head back, taking measured breaths. "This is the first time I've allowed someone my body like this."
Volcanic vermillion eyes widened as a terrified thrill shot through him as he registered, lips falling open and curling into an utterly satisfied smile as something deep within him purred.
"First time?" He repeated, fishing for more.
Daiki scoffed, patting his own stomach as if he'd feel the pillar of flesh that had been added to his own anatomy.
"I don't entrust my body to just anyone." The Sun hummed, before leaning back and stationing his hands on the strong thighs of the Sky. "So you better make this worth my time."
A moan bubbled from the Wrath's lips and spilt forth as he watched the pieces slot together again and again, a wet border forming as the baker exhaled in relaxation. It was languid and conforming, both of them getting used to the intense fire that welled below their navels and called for the other. It was a shaky rhythm that stirred their insides, the swift and accelerating in and out, in and out that catered to their basic instincts and satisfied something carnal within them.
Xanxus groaned from between his teeth and reached, grabbing a handful of a swell of soft flesh, getting a jolt as response and a hand laying over his. His hips tried to roll, tried to force their tempo higher, but the Sun had full control of their fornication, herculean strength not allowing the Wrath any give. He began panting, the slow, torturous rise beginning. The friction, the slap, the slide, the sigh.
The gleam of copper skin, the groan rumbling deep in a brass chest, the sharp clutch of pearly teeth sinking into red lotus lips, the sway of cobalt locks, the lusting, lustrous shine of golden eyes.
Hands came and pressed down on his chest, grand body arching over his as nails sank into his shoulders, teeth coming to bare at the laid out offering. Daiki rose and fell in increasingly volatile rhythms, the claws of the Wrath scoring the wide copper back as he clung on, head light. The Sun scowled and wrapped his hand around the Sky's throat, forcing him back into the pillows and causing him to gasp.
Xanxus' eyes widened, before his lips split into an exultant grin, a hand coming to grasp the wrist as their bodies continued to bounce and coil. He coughed and gasped through his moans, feeling his brain buzz and his limbs tingle as his breath was embraced by rough brass hands.
"Daiki." He choked, clawing at the arm that held him down, wanting to take more of the Sun's warmth against him, even as his hips snapped fruitlessly.
"Daiki. Dai-ki!"
The Wrath threw his head back and gave a diaphragm sourced moan as his body tensed and relaxed in a single motion, back arching up off their sheets, chest pressing to the being above him in a desperate plea for more. More contact, more touch, more- fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Daiki, fuck, stop! Enough!" He snarled, highly sensitive and bordering on painful as the man kept fucking himself on an increasingly flaccid thing.
Daiki blinked slowly, head tilting minutely, face carefully blank. He ceased, however, sitting on the other, not removing himself.
"Why?" He asked, getting the Sky to grit his teeth.
"Didn't you fucking feel it? I'm done!" Xanxus snapped, ears flushing from a mixture of hormones and embarrassment from such a fast finish.
Lips twitched.
"Well, I'm not."
And he started again, making the Sky throw his head back in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure as the Sun focused on himself, shoulders bunching as the baker began to shake, cheeks flushing in a manner that the Mafia knew he was no doubt mirroring even as he bordered on an excruciating overload. He began writhing as the hand around his throat tightened, before releasing and being substituted by hot lips.
Xanxus groaned as the other tongued and played with the crescents of pain he had embedded into the Wrath's jugular, licking and nursing it in a deceptively apologetic way. A low noise vibrated into his ear and his body went up in flames, shivering all over as the Sun rolled himself again and again, their chests bumping and their lips moulding.
Daiki began shivering and growling erratic, nails digging into the Sky's shoulders before dragging scores of white fire down the tanned chest. The Wrath gaped and arched, pressing into the sharp pain that cascaded down his front, spider-webbing through his skin and seeping into his capillaries.
"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."
Vermillion eyes were wide with rapt focus as his Lotus rippled and tilted his head back, cobalt fluttering and aureate squeezing shut as copper pebbled with sensation. His fingers bore bruises into restless brass hips, following them as they pushed down with a dangerous strength, threatening to cave in his pelvis with their downward strength, trying to force more of the pillar of flesh into that pulsing, velvet vice.
A long exhale signed the end of the copper and cobalt being's high, breath wonderfully ragged as honey gold eyes fell onto a hued face, lips curling at the sight. Daiki puffed a sweet breath, before slumping forwards, Wrathful hands sliding up from hips to settle on the grand expanse of caramel skin.
"Mm," The bakery hummed, rubbing the corner of their jaws together as their pectorals and breast pushed up against each other, bouncing a heartbeat between. "I want to go again."
Xanxus shivered despite the riotous heat of their shared space, inhaling a deep breath of their shared scents as he clutched the deifyable man to him.
"My ankles hurt though...Swap."
The Sky gave a shout as the Sun grabbed him by the hair and dragged him without care or regard until he was forced to hold his own weight. Daiki relaxed languidly into the sheets as he stretched himself out, cracking a long copper spine into a feline arch of a lotus' world.
Xanxus shuddered as his back was exposed, no longer safely trapped beneath the brass man, but sighed with a new thrill as he forced his sluggish arms to keep him up gazing down at the lazily reciprocating older, rich eyes looking back up.
His Lotus, splayed out on his back for him, however in no way submissive, simply doing it for his own comfort and ease. Cobalt hair spread around him in a dark azure halo, and honey eyes were deep with arousal, lips wet with kisses and saliva, parted in a smile as he panted. A brass, Summer sweat slicked chest rose and fell with an urgency as arms of chorded muscle curled above his head, exposing the being in all their exotic, erotic and ethereal glory.
"Your turn," He yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "Your turn to put the effort in."
Xanxus wasted no time in connecting their nectar coated anatomy, slotting in place so perfectly that shivers danced along his spine. The vice held him in a tight embrace, threatening to snap him should he move in a displeasurable way. Thighs of near pure muscle bracketed trembling hips, ready to crush his pelvis should he disobey, rendering him immobile and incapable to run or defend, forever trapped to their bed and subjected to satiating fornication with a golden gilded Lotus.
Disobeying didn't seem all that terrible, now that he thought about it.
Daiki hummed at the intrusion and brought his hands up to curl around the Sky's nape, fingers lacing with midnight hair in a gentle way that made the Wrath's breath airy and light. He smiled a sultry little thing, before guiding the mortal man down to let trembling lips lay upon his smirking ones, crooning a sin-laced song of bodies and fluids as the kisses grew wet with not one sided desperation.
The Sun licked his lips of their share as Xanxus pushed their lock closer, taking up caramel thighs in his hands as an anchor. Bruised vermillion curled in an amused satisfaction, like the baker was pleased by something secret.
"Come one then. Impress me, Xanxus."
…
The Sky exhaled through his nose as he continued to suckle on a darkened peak, nursing himself on sweat and saliva as a copper hand pet along his back in slow strokes.
They were tired. They were so tired.
Every breath made their eyes flutter with efforts to sleep, and every soft, drawn out touch or suck made their minds more hazy. It hadn't taken much for the Wrath to figure out that despite what he had thought, attending to the buds of his Lotus made him not excitable, but calmer - the reverse to what he had heard and witnessed. Nonetheless, it worked out for them now, wrapped around each other with the Sun stuffed full of pearly offerings in his new life altar.
Xanxus shifted, and the result was a long breath ghosting past his ear. He had refused, even when they had drained themselves into a desertous drought, to remove himself from within the Sun, wanting to stay. Never once after the first did he leave, remaining encased on molten fire and velvet, pushing past the petals to bury himself amongst the stigmas and seeds of the Lotus, locked in the perfect place like some sort of knotting dog.
Daiki complained that he felt too full, that he could feel the pressure in his stomach - but he didn't once tell him to leave, splaying his legs further for both their comforts. It made Xanxus smile into his fruitless feeding, the way that purrs filled the air, that air that was already heavy with the aroma of nectar and coupling.
The Sun sighed sweetly before rolling them on their side and curled a leg of copper and caramel over the Sky's hip, keeping them firmly connected with an undeniable 'squelch' that made the Wrath shudder. Tanned arms came and looped around the grand frame of the Lotus, pressing hands pushing the wide back until brass breasts were angle forwards for consumption and praise.
"Got to sleep." Daiki grumbled, fingering at the tension of the Wrath's nape.
Xanxus glanced up, before returning to gaze at the gleaming collar. It was disgustingly hot in the room, Summer seeping in and making the atmosphere nearly smoky with heat, and the way they were locked together like some sort of animal mating ceremony was lending them no favours.
But Daiki cuddled in nonetheless, pressing solar lips to the Wrath's crown and nosing around at a tearing hairline.
"Go to sleep." He repeated lowly, hips rolling into the lock slightly, a tongue circling the dark flush of his bud. "Go to sleep, Xanxus."
Xanxus smiled as Daiki fell under the lulling veil of slumber, and left him in the waking world. He hummed to himself as he continued to hold the peak of flesh between his lips, feeling the Sun pulse around him, feeling the heartbeat, slow and steady, until he too started to drift.
Sky cuddled closer to the warmth of the Sun, peering at the Cloud that hid behind it in a careful, wondrous manner. They were magnanimous and dazzling to the Sky, the way they swirled and thrived in a body of grandeur, ate away the dark and the cold until only golden light consumed the space, flecks of lavender accenting the superb scene with independence and reinforcement.
Orange, orbal Sky watched as they debated in their hot atmosphere, jumping back and forth with blazing power, Flames of unattainability glancing wisps of attention to the contender before them. Lavender Cloud seemed hesitant, small and worried, hiding beneath the grand halo of Sun. Sky toed the line, bowing its form at the Flames it revered and so fought for, before blooming in delight and pride as they both let him in, mingling and Harmonising in a whirlwind of multicoloured sparks and sizzling pops. Kaleidoscopic fireworks dancing on the black scape of their deepest inner workings, sending dizzying tizzies of bliss and fulfilment sprawling and unfurling through their beings, warming them from the inside.
Daiki shifted and brought Xanxus closer, and though they didn't know it, both of them settling full into the afterglow of a complete, and perfect Harmonisation.
The baker's son woke to his mouth being pried open and a tongue forcing its way in to lavish the interior with demanded affection, the Wrath already snapping his hips into an already brimming space and stirring the man's stomach to nauseating limits.
"God damn it," Daiki groaned, separating their mouths and huffing as thin bridges of saliva held in silvery strings. "At least fucking unplug me first."
Xanxus growled and pushed himself further into the nectar saturated altar, pressing his tongue into a well of narcotics and devouring what was begrudgingly lost to him, stealing from the deity's shrine.
The Sun rolled his eyes before nailing the Wrath in the side, making a wheeze of pain splutter from wet lips as he crumbled, recuperating body an easy thing to shrug off for the grand man. He shivered before letting out a keening sound, a trill of something basic dancing from copper pipes as liquid pearl and nectar spilt from within the brass being.
The Sky inhaled sharply, and got to his knees, aching side lost the paramount moment of when he sank his hand into the lower stomach of the Sun, and a wave of himself surged from where he had forged a space.
Volcanic eyes floated up the Summer sweat body of the Mafia's paranormal paramour, before latching onto lazy aureate that gleamed with a low burning fire.
"There," He huffed, shuffling away from the sludgy space with disgust. "Now there's more room."
Xanxus snarled and made the very air shudder in fright as he burst forwards, grabbing the older by his biceps and yanked the copper being forward to bite at vermillion lotus lips. Teeth hooked into each other as hands came to rip hair from the Sky's skull, a low growl sounding from deep within him as he surged through a mocking barrier and found his place in the velveteen vice.
Daiki threw his head back and let out a stream of moans and laughter, greatly amused by the Wrath's unbridled lust. His bassed, resounding laughter slipped between each of Xanxus' joints and slithered into every crevice of his body, making him thrum in time with the blessed sound.
Xanxus would willingly be held by anyone if he could hear those sounds forever. The sound of his laughter of joy, his sighs of satisfaction, his moans of pleasure, his roars of rage. He'd let himself be held. And Held. And Held. And held under the water if those sounds joined the bubbles in his ears as he choked on salt and sand. If those sounds, these sensations, all of it wrapped around him as the water dragged him down and boiled his skin, rushed up his nose and down his throat.
He'd give so much to keep drinking down the honey of this moment, to keep feeling the sticky nectar clinging to their skin, night tacky seed and pollen clicking as they moved together, the bite in his neck pulsing in time with their arousal as he added his own wounds to the copper plains. Teeth snapped and sank into solar flesh, Summer salt water washing across tongues as the sweet metal of life spiced it all.
Diamonds created from lines of furious red marked their backs and dotted the sheets with specs of crimson, matching scores of anger and pride splitting their flesh as they snarled and hissed, crooned and moaned, cuddled and throttled.
Volcanic ruby stared with rapt attention as golden amber rolled with yet another pique, body of brass and copper writhing atop of his as he clung to thighs of crushing power, feeling them flex and ripple with shudders.
Two more times. Xanxus gave up offerings of rich, white liquid pearl to the deity he had been chosen by two more beautiful times-
Before the door opened with a soft knock, and Leviathan stepped in.
Xanxus snarled when Daiki stopped riding for both their enjoyments and looked over his brass shoulder, seemingly unnoticing of the way he all but glowed gold in the noon light, streaks of sunshine coming in to touch at his skin reverently, each ray casting upon him with all of the enthusiasm of a cultist.
"U-u-uh…" Leviathan choked, nearly dropping the cup in his hand as he gazed at their naked forms, the red flush, the hot state of the atmosphere.
He looked like he was holding his breath, and it made Xanxus realise just how much the air itself had been stained with their sex, their blood, their moans. Vermillion flashed with pride and he rode his hands high on Daiki's back, drawing the man of copper down for another round of choking on the other's tongue.
"B-Boss, Daiki- uh-"
Xanxus gave a shout of frustration as Daiki pulled back again and paid his attention to the stuttering Lightning, a smile coming to his face when gold landed on how red the man's face was, looking everywhere but the bed, suddenly finding the haphazardly stacked desk so very interesting.
"Yes, Levi?" Daiki hummed, absently touching at the hand on his waist.
"You're-" He coughed, fixing his pitch, before stepping forwards with a pill and a glass of water. "You need to take your pill now."
Xanxus made a noise, but the sudden, active squeezing made him choke on it and drop his head back.
"Thank you." Daiki smiled, taking the two and drinking the contraceptive easily. "Here."
The Sky scoffed, but took the half empty cup and took a few gulps as well, feeling his high body cool a bit in a pleasant way. He scowled and chucked it up at his Lightning, intent on grappling with the Sun, but the hulking man shifted his weight, as if he had more to say.
"What?" Xanxus snarled, sitting up finally and kissing along the brass collar of his Lotus.
Leviathan might have answered something, but the Sky was distracted by slotting a hand between the two, toned bodies and sliding his fingers over the wet biology of the other, searching for a place he knew would make the baker shudder and shriek for him. He found it, and his victory was punctuated by a gasp and the arms of tight, corded muscle that wrapped around him.
"Oh, that's nice." Daiki groaned, pressing his brow into the top of the Sky's head. "Good. Good."
Xanxus hummed at the panted praise, and kissed and tongued at the valley of flesh that was presented to him, sighing as the grand body trembled and clenched.
"Boss?"
Flames flickered in agitation, but the slight curl of hips was all it took to calm them down again.
It went unnoticed. If on a better occasion, Xanxus might have wondered, preened at maybe, how Daiki responded to the merest flicker of his Sky now. But in their heat, anything could have been mistaken for the fire of sex.
"What do you want, fucking trash?" He snarled, still mouthing along the bust of copper, licking up Summer salts.
"Uh, Vongola Ninth is summoning you."
The Sky paused, and Daiki ceased his rocking, also tuning in at the mention of the Vongola king.
"Oh, fuck off." He grunted, latching back onto a bud of darkened pink, a bruise already forming from the night's attention.
"But-"
"You should go." Daiki joined, sitting back to look down at him lazily. "You've been fucking me for hours, I'm sure you can bear ten minutes or so for Timoteo."
"Hours?!" Leviathan whisper shrieked.
The two men ignored him as the Sky glared up at the higher being.
"Go." Daiki reiterated, putting his hands on the Wrath's shoulders and pulling himself from the steeled embrace, the pillar of hot flesh falling from within him, slapping down on the Mafia prince's tanned thighs. "I'm going to have a bath. Ugh, I hurt like hell."
"I'll make you hurt more if you don't came back here right now." Xanxus warned, grabbing the baker's wrist.
"Firstly, that doesn't make sense, seeing as you plan on screwing me more if I do happen to sit back down. Secondly, get off your ass, clean up and go poke your head somewhere other than inside of me."
"I don't want to." The Sky huffed, nearly pouting.
Daiki raised an eyebrow before scoffing and grabbing the Wrath by his throat, bringing the man to his feet easily.
"Give us fifteen minutes, I'll get him out of here soon enough." He assured the blushing Lightning, before dragging the snapping Sky into the bathroom. "Oh, and could you ask someone to strip the bed? Thanks."
The Sun muttered to himself as he slammed the Sky up against the shower wall, ignoring how hands grappled at his wrist in a pretend fight. When nails started catching his skin, the being of cobalt and copper simply dug his thumb into the Harmoniser's throat.
"It's just a few minutes with your supposed father, you can handle it, so stop whining." He tsked, before subduing the hissing Sky with a quick kiss.
Xanxus blinked, before huffing as he grouched by himself, watching the older spin the knobs until water came cascading down in sheer sheets, instantly drenching the two. He grumbled and growled as soapy hands ran along his body, an absolute, disregarding invasion of privacy as the Sun bathed him like he himself were unable.
It was when Daiki reluctantly let him go to wash at his own body, did the Wrath surge forwards and grab him by water-slicked biceps. The baker hissed as he was shoved up against cold, slippery tiles and had a chest get pressed up against his front, a hand gripping his thigh to hike it over a tanned hip.
"God damn it, I said fifteen minutes!" Daiki snapped, twitching when a pillar of flesh found its home.
"Then I'll be fast." Xanxus grumbled, before he began thrusting his pelvis and burying his nose into a crystal dotted collar, arms begrudgingly wrapping around his shoulders as he was cussed out from above.
"You horny bastard!"
Xanxus scowled as he trudged through the halls of Vongola, the familiar place guiding him through corridors of history - both of the Mafia royalty, and himself. He was irritated, there was no doubt about that, and the suits sidestepped him respectfully as they passed, not wanting to get in the Varia's way when he was like this.
The Wrath loathed the idea of responding to the Ninth's summons on regular occasion. But when you add the factor of a very naked, very wet Daiki sitting in his private baths, then Xanxus would admit to rathering to envelop and mail the old bastard a picture of himself rooted deep inside his godly copper beast.
Daiki seemed to have had enough of him for a while though, the golden eyed man having always been one for cleanliness to a near freakish extent, and had all but kicked the Sky from the bathroom after he had forced himself back in and had made them both shudder and empty and fill under the shower spray.
Xanxus licked his lips absently, the two vermillion pieces curling at the sides as he glanced to a clock in the hall.
Seven-sixteen post meridiem.
Daiki had said ten hours. He had until nine-forty-eight tonight to make them hopelessly addicted to the narcotic of their sex. To make sure that Daiki would never leave his side, to make sure Daiki would forever be a home of velvet, copper, cobalt, caramel and gold.
His eyes darkened at the thought.
And Xanxus wouldn't be quick to complain if his Lotus would be as generous, or perhaps careless, enough to lift their hour limiter. The past night had been an utterly breathtaking affair that had left them both gasping and choking on tongues and anatomy, the taste of each other's nectar and seeds making them near nauseous, even as they drank down more to fill their lungs.
Vermillion flashed. That postal idea seemed more and more tempting as time went on.
But the door to Timoteo's office bumped against his hand at that point, so he grumbled as he pushed it open, not bothering to knock. He had been summoned, after all, why should he announce himself if he had been expected?
He paused, however, when he was met with a dark room.
A storm was wreaking havoc on the trees outside and had brought the Summer day to a humid and early close, casting over the hot sky with grey and grim clouds that flashed with danger and delight.
It was the lightning that cracked the grey scape in half, splitting the horizon into fragmented pieces of light and dark, which lit up the opened book, left carelessly upon Timoteo's desk.
Xanxus eyed it, taking in the egg-shell pages, tarnished with ink, glanced down the dark, empty hall, before striding over and reading it with all the giddiness of a thieving child. His glee started fading, after a moment, the inner thoughts of the Boss as boring as he apparently was in himself. The Sky huffed and turned off the page of the man's whining about the collateral damage of the assignments, before reading through a page carelessly-
And then went over it again. And again. And again.
'I had never seen that woman before. So I knew that boy, that 'Xanxus', he wasn't my son.'
The storm swallowed the roar that ripped from his throat, orbal fire burning his palms and singing the corners of the damned book. The Wrath sneered and threw the diary aside, uncaring of how pages went flying as it impacted messily against the wall.
Not his son. Not his son. Not his son.
Daiki sat up from his lazing with a blink as the doors burst open, an eyebrow coming to raise as Xanxus stalked into the room with all the grace of a starved predator. He rolled onto his back, splaying out atop the sheets, uncaring about his naked state, and hung his head nearly over the edge of the bed, watching as the Sky threw the items on the tallboy to the floor in a single sweep of his arm.
He remained quiet a the Wrath stormed the room, his hands dancing around the idea of destroying the desk, but instead turning his rage on the mirror and vanity.
Daiki glanced to the desk. That's where all Daiki's stuff was kept. All his school work, all his drafts.
He looked back to where Xanxus stood, looming over the laid out Sun like a dark shadow, obscuring the chandelier light, only the volcanic luminescence of his eyes visible in his silhouette.
Xanxus was visibly seething, eyes roaming over the expanse of the copper being, taking in the way Summer gleamed off the man's body with jealous possessiveness. This man, this man was laid amongst luxury, laid upon silken Egyptian sheets of Burmese ruby and wedding cake cream, surrounded by gleaming possessions of illegal and illicit origins, decades old and antique in every factor.
The Sky bared his teeth as legs were propped up and crossed at the knee in an absent manner, arms laid aside like a lazy crucifixion, golden eyes that glimmered with honey and languid focus gazing up at him expectantly, like they were waiting for some sort of explanation for his outburst - but at the same time, not entirely surprised if he decided to not offer one. A bust of brass and copper rose and fell with calm, steady breaths, naval jumping minutely with a heartbeat that he had felt wrapped around him.
Caramel fingers idly played with the patterned seam of the thin sheets, seemingly uncaring of the danger that lurked beneath tanned skin, and he remembered chewing bread from them, remembered scraping chocolate off of their rough pads with his teeth and he remembered the feel of them sliding down his back and clamping around his throat.
Xanxus deserved… Xanxus deserved all of this.
Xanxus deserved to writhe in the luxury of this realm, the realms he had carved out for himself with his own hands until his nails were popped and broken. He deserved to bask in the refracting light of chandeliers and the soft, burning warmth of a king bed. Everything to the sickening libraries of victorer's stories to the basements filled with century old wines. He had forged himself a space here, a position just beneath the throne and he damn well expected to be given what he had been promised.
And God save the man or woman who dared to question if he deserved to have all of this and the god who laid strew across his bed. The thing of copper and strength that gazed up at him patiently, waiting. Wait for him.
"I am not his son." He said suddenly.
Daiki blinked.
"Thought not."
They stared.
"You thought not too."
Xanxus twitched.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"You should."
"I don't want to."
Daiki blinked again.
"Okay then. Come to bed."
The Sky shrugged off his clothes and kicked away his shoes and socks, joining the Sun atop their sheets and laying himself against the warm side, his head falling on the softness of a female chest as he fingered at the swells of abdominal muscle to dissuade his mind.
"Did you meet with Timoteo?"
"No."
"He's going to call after you again."
"He can go to hell."
A hand came up and began combing through the soft hair at his nape, occasionally tugging at the feathers of blue jay, the Wrath grumbling as he pressed in closer, his leg hiked up to curl around a caramel thigh. Their feet brushed the pillows as they remained laid the wrong way around, the inversion feeling both odd and normal as the Sun traced the refracted patterns of kaleidoscopic rainbows splattered across the wedding cake ceiling by the tinkling glass of the chandelier.
…
"Kaa-san, I don't think leaving right now is a good idea." Daiki breathed into the receiver, listening as Xanxus threw a vase at Squalo in the other room.
"I'm sorry Daiki-kun, but we can't rearrange the flight so late." Kaede sighed from the other end.
"But, kaa-san, Xanxus-san is-"
"I know, sweetheart, I know. It sounds terrible." She cooed softly, the sounds of something being set down coming through. "But you can't put your plans on hold so suddenly."
The Sun opened his mouth to retaliate, but stopped and reigned himself, touching at the curling cord of the phone.
"...I understand." He said softly.
"Tell Xanxus-san that I'm sorry for his discovery, and that wish him well."
"Yes, kaa-san."
"Are you all packed?"
"Yeah, everything's packed already at home, I just have a few things left that can easily be tossed in- I'll probably keep all my school supplies in my room though, won't be needing them anymore."
"Good boy. I'll see you tonight. Your plane leaves early."
"Okay, I'll see you in a couple hours."
"See you soon, Daiki-kun."
Daiki squeezed his fists as the dial tone rung lowly, and the roars of rage from the Sky shook the building.
The Sun rose before his namesake did, the gentle flashes of his phone roused him. He sat there, in the darkness, for a little while, feeling the warm arms that were clinging to his waist and the hot air that was being puffed into this collar. He glanced to the clock, before carefully extracting himself from the embrace of the Wrath, gritting his teeth when the Sky moved and opened his eyes into narrow slits.
"Where are you going?" He grumbled, digging his nails into the other's copper wrist.
"Go back to sleep." Daiki breathed, gently prying him off. "Go back to sleep."
"When you tell me where you're going." Xanxus growled sleepily, anger simmering under hanging slumber.
Daiki gazed down at him for a few moments, before bending and pressed a slow kiss onto the Varia Boss, licking the inside of the other's mouth in a soothing manner.
"I just need to do something." He answered, carding fingers of copper through soot hair. "I'll be back."
The loneliness was what first registered when Xanxus awoke. The cold, the emptiness, the hollow in his arms and hallow in his bed.
He thought nothing of it at first, used to Daiki rising early to help out in making breakfast, fresh bread becoming a staple on the breakfast table for the Varia nowadays. But slowly, slowly, as if the very Flame of his Sky itself knew, he began to panic. And rage.
He kicked the thin sheets off and shot to his feet, a quick surveillance of his room all he needed to know exactly the situation. The desk was empty. The floor no longer scattered with hastily stripped clothes. There were shirts missing from the wardrobe and shoes gone from the lower drawers.
Daiki was gone. Daiki was gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone-
"Find Yamaguchi Daiki!" The Sky roared, shaking the building awake in an instant.
People scrambled through the halls and men combed the gardens. Notes were taken on the haunts of the Sun, the tree, the living room, the kitchen, the library.
He was at none, nor did he leave a trace or hint.
Xanxus sat on their bed as the chaos rung out below, staring off up at the roof, doing as Daiki did and traced the refracted patterns of kaleidoscopic rainbows splattered across the wedding cake ceiling by the tinkling glass of the chandelier
He couldn't see anything worth looking at.
The open window let in a Summer breath, and rustled the papers on his desk. He paused, and dropped his gaze down at it when a flash of colour caught his eye.
The Wrath got to his feet and trudged over, feeling heavy, until he reached the desk.
A little red flower, sat on top of a folded piece of paper. Inconspicuous at best, and easily missed in the chaos, tucked in a corner behind a small pile of books.
Maybe Daiki didn't want him to see it, maybe he did.
Xanxus reached out and touched the velvety petals in one hand, before opening the folded paper, and instantly recognised the font-like, flowing cursive handwriting of the Sun. As he gazed at it, he slowly placed where he had seen it before.
The baker had hidden his English course drafts jealously during his exams, only ever going to Lussuria for comments and help, but there was one page that under no circumstance was anyone able to read. Not Lussuria, and definitely not Xanxus. It made sense now, now that he could read the note, bathed in young light, dry ink warm to his fingers and eyes as he took in each looped letter
'Confessions of a Sinner
You are my Gluttony,
I can never have enough of you.
You are my Greed,
I don't need you to survive but I want you like I do.
You are my Sloth,
When we lay together I never want to get up.
You are my Envy,
Why are you so perfect?
You are my Lust,
Your body, your mind, your heart.
You are my Wrath,
I hate what you do to me.
You are my Pride,
And joy.'
"You are my Pride and joy." He quoted slowly, before looking to the clock as it rung out.
Vermillion eyes blinked at the time, feeling the morning sun touch his cheek.
Ten o'clock post meridiem. The clock had been fixed.
"My Pride and joy."