Third chap~ you'll have to wait a little longer for smut.

And i'm soooo proud of myself right now i have to brag. For my 5th year of college, i've almost done NOTHING, nothing but writing fanfic and crying over my depressing life. AND YET I GOT ACCEPTABLE MARKS. OMG i remeber that day right before an exam i still was watching animes on my PC and i was like 'it's ok, i'll study later'... in the end, i spent teh whole night watching anime and the next morning i was just so 'Ah? what's happening? what the hell is THAT?' in front of my test copy! Blwaaa. that's y i say studying means nothing


The usual bar with the usual luxurious décor and the usual suits-and-briefcases customers. A bar like another, where businessmen went to drink after a wearisome day of work. The entire place was bathed in the half-light, and everywhere was lingering a nice smell of perfumes and high-class cigar. At the other side of the vast room, a pianist was playing a popular piece of jazz, but no one seemed to even listen to him.

At the corner of the bar, where "simple" customers weren't allowed, there was an isolated box that would be reserved every evening by the same bunch of clients. There, Xanxus was slumping on a leather bench, facing two slightly drowsy faces and a table overloaded with expensive liquors.

"So, next question is…" A smiley Dino said. "How would you describe your ideal companion?"

Ieyasu violently put his drink off on the table. His reddened face was the obvious proof of his drunken state. "The answer is obviously… My lovely Nana-chan!"

Dino burst in laugh. "Your lovely Nana-chan, you say… You mean the same Nana-chan who kicked you out of your own house because you would always put your job before your family?"

"Gaah! And she's so right!" Ieyasu cried out. "My dear Nana-chan, I'm so unworthy of your love!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The old man snorted like a kid. "Don't laugh! You youngster will never understand how painful it is when the one you love hates you."

"Come on," Dino cheered him up. "It's not as if she had filed for divorce or anything. Now, let's forget our worries for tonight only."

Ieyasu snorted again before taking a gulp of whisky. "That's right. So how about you, you little punk? Any liking?"

"Me?... Mmmh." Dino was pensive. "I'd say… I don't really care about physique and all, but if I had to choose, then… black hair and sharp eyes are the best! And what about you, Xanxus?"

The raven glowered at Dino. In normal times, Xanxus would have never lost his time with such a bunch of scums, but the day had been long and tiresome, and he didn't feel like drinking at that place. That's why he agreed on playing such a stupid game.

He grunted. "… Long hair, nice ass, thin lips…"

Dino grinned. "So alike the great Xanxus. Your preferences are always-"

But the raven wasn't over, and lack of understanding slowly made its way on his drinking buddies' face as, little by little, precisions were uttered by the tanned man:

"A good housekeeper, someone good at cooking and who wouldn't be nagging when I come home late at night or when the house is a mess…"

Dino and Ieyasu, in spite of their drunkenness, couldn't believe their ears. Did Xanxus actually say that? The very same Xanxus who would forget the face of a woman he just fucked a second before? And now that forever bachelor was talking casually about a married life? Something sure was fishy. They both stared at Xanxus with eyes that were practically screaming 'What the hell?' The latter finally noticed their curious gaze and glared back at them.

"What? What's so funny with that?"

"No…" Both replied nervously. "Nothing…"

As a matter of fact, one month earlier, Xanxus would have never given such an answer. However one has to agree that how he had been living for the last days – and by this I mean the fact that he had been sharing the same place with another human being – was truly deviating from how he used to live before. But this, of course, was kept unknown from Dino and Ieyasu. This and also another funny event that had just occurred the morning of the same day.

That morning came like a slap on the raven's face.

For once since months, Xanxus got up early. Though it hadn't been by choice: he just fell from the couch in the silverette's living-room. Xanxus groaned irately at the pain in his back, got up and went to the kitchen for a bottle of water (hard hangover again). He was sitting on one of the kitchen's stools, asking himself about seriously quitting drinking, when he heard the entrance door's lock being opened. Xanxus' heavy eyes opened wide when a pale silhouette appeared at the doorframe: that was Squalo in a white sweater.

The man stared curiously at the raven when he noticed the latter wasn't sleeping anymore.

"Voi, so you can wake up at decent hours, can't you, Xanxus, when you want to."

"Shut up, dumb shit. What's with those clothes?"

"Can't you see it?" He frowned as if the answer was obvious. "I'm back from my morning jogging. Of course, it's the first time you see me like this, since it is the first time you're awaken when I arrive here."

Xanxus said nothing. Squalo just shrugged and grabbed the bottle Xanxus left on the island. He gulped it down to the last drop, then sighed satisfyingly. "Phew! I needed this."

Xanxus didn't think it was important to tell him it had been the same bottle from which he just drank. He just watched the silver haired man heading to the bathroom while untying his hair (it was tied into a ponytail. It was the first time Xanxus saw it like that and, somehow, it looked quite good on the trash).

"Vooi, Xanxus," the silverette said from the bathroom. "You should also do that once in a while. Running, breathing fresh air. Anyway, anything is better than drinking all night and watching TV all day. You'll get fat, I tell you."

The dark haired man che-ed furiously. "Keep your damn advice for you. I've never been fat and I'll never…Never…"

He paused, his face blank. This is something he should have never done, the raven cursed in his inner self: without thinking, he had turned to look at the bathroom door (which was only few meters away from where Xanxus was sitting), instinctively assuming that it would be closed.

It wasn't.

More precisely, he was only slightly open – Squalo surely forgot to lock it from the inside – but the small opening was big enough to catch a full sight of what was happening inside. That is, Squalo who was getting undressed in front of the door, totally oblivious of the raven's nervous gaze on him.

It wasn't as though Xanxus did it on purpose. Still the scene he got from the bathroom somehow disturbed him enough not to break eye contact with the embrasure.

In the white tiled room, Squalo had got rid of the sweaty clothes. Now, nothing was hiding his perfect white skin but the veil-like mane that was falling graciously on his back, shoulders and waist. Xanxus had already seen the silverette's half naked body before, he had had a small idea of how soft his skin was… But actually seeing it fully bare was totally another thing. And the unaware silver beauty was turning his back to the raven, so the latter could see it all: the firm and rounded flesh of his ass, the slender thighs and long legs that seemed had been specially cut for a model…

But then Squalo swiftly moved to the shower – thus a blind spot for the tanned man. At that moment, maybe was it because of all the alcohol still present in his blood, but Xanxus stupidly tried to follow the naked beauty with his eyes… However, he failed to remember the fact that he was sitting on a one-legged stool.

The seat fell under Xanxus' weight, as a result dragging along the raven with it. The latter tumbled heavily on the ground (for the second time of the day).

"Fuck…" He cursed, not only because of the doubled pain in his back, but also because of that little voice in his brain that told him he was wandering on dangerous lands.

Hearing the ruckus in his kitchen, Squalo rushed out of the bathroom (fortunately with a dressing-gown hiding the cause of said ruckus). He sighed angrily as he saw Xanxus sprawling inelegantly on the floor.

"What the…" He ruffled his hair and crouched near Xanxus, scowling. "Vooi, stupid bastard. Too early to sleep it off?"

The raven, still lying down, looked at the patient greyish orbs above him.

"You scum." He said. "I can see under your fucking gown."

Squalo nearly kicked the asshole slouched under him, but he processed it would have only worsened the situation. The situation under his gown, that is. He swiftly rose from the spot next to the raven and, without saying a word, went back to the bathroom. Half an hour later, he was off for Namimori U, leaving Xanxus in front of the Bachelor show.

If in the beginning, Xanxus was rather upset, by the middle of the show, the man was totally irritated. It was depressing to no hell. All the stupid bitches that would whine after a single asshole… Well? It's not as if Xanxus had never been in that kind of situation. He had, and many times. It wasn't something to boast about. Still it was depressing, and annoying. Just why in the world did that stupid show have to last for 2 damn hours? Only seeing one of the moronic sluts made Xanxus' fingers twitch with anger. He wanted to change the channels, but couldn't find the remote.

So he was stuck with Darian who couldn't choose between Cheryl's ass and Hannah's boobs.

Yet, Xanxus had to admit, the slut sure had a nice body, plus a perfect face and perfect mane. The raven couldn't explain himself the sigh he heaved as he caught a glimpse of Hannah's tits in the shower. The relief actually turned into more frustration when his mind automatically compared the bitch's body with the sivlerette's.

Truth be said, Squalo didn't have that much of a muscular or virile body-build, though it was hard to mistake him for a female: it lacked the weakness of her. Moreover, it wasn't as if he had any reason to envy any of the bitches. His face was gracious – in an utterly different level from hers; his hair was glistening even though he didn't seem to care that much about it; and also that strange feeling of calm he felt when the silverette was near him…

No, he didn't want to think about that anymore.

"Fuck." He kicked the coffee table in front of him. "I just need to get laid. That's all."

But at that point, the phone rang. The phone in Squalo's apartment had never rung before, and Xanxus didn't have the slightest intention to pick it up. He didn't have to. Few seconds later, a long bip resounded after the prerecorded message. Xanxus' expression darkened when he recognized the voice of the man who was leaving the voice mail.

"So you're telling me that Danish asshole didn't let go of his fucking plant?" Xanxus fumed.

"Th-th-this hadn't exactly happened like that." A tall man with spiky hair bowed in front of the raven. His whole body was shivering with fear. He couldn't even bear the fixed stare of Xanxus on his back. "Mr. Daulay told us it'll always be a pleasure to have transactions with our company. But their businesses are going smoothly at the moment so maybe they won't-"

"They won't nothing, you good-for-nothing trash!" The raven roared as he kicked the mahogany table on which his feet had been resting since the beginning of the meeting.

In point of fact, in the huge office he was occupying on the last floor of that town center modern building, he was the only one who was allowed such informalities. And no one in that room (and very certainly in that part of the world) would ever dare raise their voice against Xanxus Vongola, the wicked and pitiless CEO of VR Co.

"Flatter him, bribe him, fucking rape and kill his wife and lovers, get his fingers ripped one by one and I'll see if he can remain that son of a bitch of a nice guy."

Bam.

The discussion was over. Everyone in Xanxus' office – and they were so many the raven couldn't remember their names and faces in the same time (and didn't care about doing so) – everyone ran away as though they'd never been there in the first place. The tanned man was alone in his huge office, after six long hours of dealing with contracts and debtors with names so famous none would ever believe they actually were at one inch from bankruptcy and having their asses fucked by Xanxus' hounds, aka army of lawyers.

But everything wasn't that dark. VR Co. wasn't just a simple illegal organization: it was an illegal organization hidden behind the features of a pompous multinational that had its tentacles spreading from the oil market to the military sector, the steel industry and the hotel business. Frankly speaking, Xanxus was a tycoon like none had seen for decades. He was naturally born to do business and succeeded (by all means necessary) in everything he initiated.

And that was mainly how he was spending the 8 hours before Squalo came back home.

And he would never miss the silverette's coming back. As a respectable boss, the raven would always arrive after everyone in the morning and leave his office before everyone in the evening. However, something strange happened few weeks earlier: Xanxus simply skipped his work and lived off the grid.

That might happen, from time to time. The boss would disappear God only knew where without warning anyone, still he would always come back few days after.

But that time was different: everyone knew perfectly where he was, what he was doing, they tried to contact him, but the raven just ignored them and kept on living his life of kept man. No one understood why but, hey, he was the boss, wasn't he? They weren't going to argue with their boss.

Yet, even if he didn't want to, Xanxus had to come back. An important deal with a huge Danish refinery (and in the same time the future of their entire European branch) was at stake. Even someone as irresponsible as the raven knew it wasn't something he could easily overlook. But the scum didn't flinch one second, and Xanxus was far from a patient man. Daulay had already one leg in his grave.

Even after leaving the bar, Xanxus still was ruminating those dark thoughts deep in his mind. It wasn't that late, maybe 10 p.m. For once, the raven was going to go to bed (more exactly Squalo's couch) early. His limousine dropped him at the apartment. As always, when he came in, the place was immersed in darkness. Yet, something was different: on the portmanteau where the silverette would always hang his coat (it was still the beginning of spring and the weather wasn't that mild), there was nothing. That only meant that the man wasn't back yet. That was when he remembered something he said that morning, that he would be coming late at home, or something like that, because of some stupid stuff he had to do at the university.

It annoyed the raven. He was already in a bad mood, drunken, but somewhat, seeing that the silver haired man wasn't there for him to take his frustration on, was even more annoying. Picking up his phone, he dialed his chauffeur's number, telling him to come back at once.

"Where are we heading to, Mr. Xanxus?" The man asked from his seat when the raven got on the rear seat He could see from the latter's face, which was reflected on the driving mirror, that Xanxus was more pissed than when he left him few minutes earlier.

"Namimori U." Xanxus said sinisterly.

The chauffeur didn't ask why, he didn't want to get involved in what was maddening his boss that much. He just switched the ignition on and drove to the university.

And he had been right. Half an hour later, when Xanxus finally found Squalo with obvious kiss marks on his neck, no one, not even the silverette, would have liked to be within a radius of 3 kms of the raven.

TBC