So dear friend and XS shippers, i finally decided topost this story once a week. I firstly had a planned calendar of publishing but lastly i couldn't follow it at all so a lot of chapters were delayed even if i have to finish this story this year. So... instead of twice a month, it's once a week...
OH! and don't miss next week chapter! 10/10! 10/10!
And also thnak you very much for the reviews so far. I was very sad cause i couldn't leave a reply so i thank you here. Arigatou gozaimasu~ (_ _)
Nope, that day's annoyance was still far from being over. Far from it.
The home journey to Japan had lasted long since, on the road, the tanned man had to make a special stop in Italy, more exactly in Sicilia. Ordinarily, Xanxus would never ever think about going by the family house when he was on a business trip. Or on any other trip. Xanxus simply wasn't a very family-type guy.
The raven's earlier life could be resumed in one word: a revolt. Revolt against his biological father, a man who taught his boy nothing but violence and neglect that soon drove the boy's mother to madness. Revolt against a life of misery and privation.
And the man who saved the younger Xanxus from an early death was the soft-hearted Timotheo, the previous leader of VR Co. Years ago, he adopted an eight years old wretched and bruised boy, gave him a home and the best education one could ever dream of, then made of him the only successor of his empire. But maybe, in the end, scars from the past do never heal, because Xanxus never accepted Timotheo as a father or even as a friend, neither did he accept the path the old man had chosen for him. It wasn't as if the younger raven had a precise idea what he was going to do with his life, though.
This last kind of revolt for him mostly consisted into drinking and constant running away from home. No one found it surprising to see the young Xanxus growing into an homme à femmes, a violent and unscrupulous businessman who would make enemies as easily as he would make money; in short a man people were afraid of.
The old Timotheo was in dismay, and he must have brought all those regrets in his grave. But even for the funeral, everyone had to force Xanxus to attend it. So that was with an un-hidden surprise that the old and prestigious mansion of Vongola welcomed the young heir, after almost ten years of not coming back.
Xanxus himself couldn't tell where that sudden wish to see the house he had been raised in had come from. He wasn't old enough to be nostalgic (he was barely thirty-four) and he was pretty sure no one wanted to see his face after the scandal he had made at Timotheo's burial. Still, seeing the ancient furniture of the mansion, the familiar rooms with their familiar, respective scents Xanxus had learnt by heart in his childhood, the office where Timotheo used to shut in for hours for work… And then the timeworn stone of the old man's grave, seeing all of those stirred a serene yet melancholic feeling in the raven's chest.
On the stone were engraved, very humbly, the words: "Here lies a father."
…
After a trip more than 8,000 miles long, it was already dark in the night when the jet landed in Tokyo. In the limousine, Xanxus was asked if he had a particular choice of direction in mind.
"Namimori." Had been the first word that crossed the raven's thoughts, but at first he hesitated to utter it. That infatuation to the silver haired trash was starting to become truly morbid, even he could tell. But the raven was tired and didn't want to think much.
"To the usual place." He ordered.
The car set in motion and, few hours later, the tanned man could spot behind the window pane the houses and landscape he got accustomed to see, which were contrasting drastically with the lights and crowded streets of the capital. The silverette's building came into view. The limousine stopped right in front of it, then the door opened to let the raven get out.
Xanxus didn't lose his time calling for the porter and immediately walked to the elevator – only then remembering it was out of order. So he had to take the stairs, and cursed in his inner-self as he recalled the stupid scum's flat was on the sixth floor (and this time he didn't have a wet and gorgeous silver haired trash to cheer him to walk faster). At the third floor, Xanxus' breathing had grown laborious, and he had more and more trouble to inhale air.
'Maybe I should stop smoking…' He thought bitterly, out of breath.
Few minutes and a lot of cursing later, Xanxus was at Squalo's doorstep. He opened the door (he had always got spare keys) and entered the living room as silently as a cat while getting rid of his clothes. When he arrived in the bedroom, he only had his underwear on. Spotting the long haired man asleep under a blanket, he got on the bed on top of Squalo and was about to do some indecent things to the latter when he heard a voice rising unexpectedly from the darkness,
"Who the hell are you?" A teenager boy with thick blond hair hiding half of his face, wearing a pajama and a tiara, inquired. He was holding a glass of milk in his hand.
Xanxus glared at the intruder, bewildered. "No, who the hell are you, dumbshit?"
"I live here." The boy replied, then grinned. "So you're this idiot peasant's lover."
"I'm not, you scum. I'm just…"
At that moment, Xanxus silenced. What was he to the silverette exactly? Squalo's lover, a boyfriend, a sex friend? All of those labels were sickening Xanxus to no hell. Of course he wasn't. His situation was more akin to… an owner? That sounded stupid. And the fact of being in his underwear, ready to assault his "possession", in front of a kid he didn't even know was even much stupider.
"Get lost, shitty brat." Xanxus barked. "I don't have to explain myself in front of lousy shits like you…"
He turned back to the brat to look at Squalo – who was now ogling half with incomprehension, half with anger at the naked tanned man towering him. "Voi…What on… Voooooi!" The silver haired man swiftly backed away from the raven and lit a nightlight on. His face was slightly flushed, Xanxus couldn't help but notice (and also find sort of cute). "What are you doing here in the middle of the night? And where the hell are your damn clothes?"
"Shishishi. Squalo is gonna get raped~"
"Bel, you shut up! I also told you not to sneak in here, didn't I?"
"Buuut the couch is too small. You should sleep there instead."
"I won't! You're the parasite here, not me. And Xanxus, the fuck, get out of my bed!"
There had been a lot of ranting, that night. In spite of the anger due both to the lack of sleep and the nth attempt of rape from the raven, Squalo somehow clarified the situation they were in: Belphegor was a kid ("I'm not a kid. Call me your Excellency.") Squalo had to care of many years ago altogether with his twin brother, in his college time. They were something like the sons of a rich nobleman and the silverette was supposed to be their tutor. 'Supposed to be' was the exact expression since all Squalo did back then was to prevent the twins from slaughtering each other. That day, too, they had a fight, and like every time they did, if he couldn't rapidly kill his brother, Bel would always run away from home and the silverette was always given the job of looking for him. This time it had been quite easy, though: he found out Squalo's new house and hid himself there. The long haired man obviously tried to kick him out, but in vain. The couch turned into the prince's new bedroom.
"I don't give a fuck about your shitty life, you trash." Xanxus yanked painfully at Squalo's hair once the explanation done. "Get that brat out and let me fuck you. Now."
"That's unfair." Bel insisted. "You two are going to use the bed and I'm the only one who has to put up with the couch."
"We're not." Squalo pulled his hair back. "At least, you damn bastard are not."
"Huh? So where do you want me to sleep?"
Squalo looked coldly at Xanxus. That look annoyed the raven. "You can sleep wherever you want. It doesn't have to be here, does it?"
Strangely, the atmosphere around them got heavy. They remained silent for a long time, both men glowering at each other, until a sudden growl resounded in the room. It had come from Xanxus' stomach. Only then did he remembered he hadn't have dinner yet since he left Sicilia. The hardness in the silver orbs somehow softened. He sighed and got up.
"Where are you going?" Xanxus asked.
"In the kitchen." Squalo replied whilst chucking a dressing-gown on the bed. "Or I can let you starve to death if you want."
In less than five minutes, the silverette's fridge found itself robbed of its content. When Xanxus left more than one week ago, Squalo didn't have the slightest idea what to do of all the provisions he had made for the raven, but with Bel who arrived few days after and turned out to be impossible to get rid of, the problem more or less got solved by itself.
Willy-nilly, both Xanxus and Bel took place at the kitchen's table while Squalo was bustling about the microwave and stove. Fortunately, there were leftovers from the lunch: that day it was toad-in-the-hole and buckle.
The raven would always get enthralled by the sight of a cooking Squalo. His presence in the kitchen looked absolutely normal, as though it was a natural part in a man's life to spend his time amongst casseroles and knives. He could easily picture the silverette taking care of two brats, teaching and feeding them. Was he the type to nurse kids? Perhaps. Anyway he would never know.
"You know, Squalo's very good at that." Bel said out of the blue, as if he had guessed the raven's thoughts. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Xanxus raised an eyebrow. "At what? For me he looks like a real scumbag."
"Voi… I can hear you…"
Bel resumed. "The peasant Squalo had practically raised us alone. He wasn't very good at telling bedtime stories, and at first the food was the worst."
"Kiddo, it happened only once." Squalo glared threateningly at Bel. "I burnt the cake only once, for God's sake. And you should thank me for cooking for you, back then. Your crazy mother was one of those who believe in not feeding their offspring but only twice a day. I'm sure that's where that damage in both Raziel's and your brain comes from. When I began teaching at your house, you and your brother were so skinny I thought you were half your age!"
"Shishishi. It was funny, how you would sneak in our bedroom at night and bring us candies and pies."
"That's why I say you two should thank me. So… how are we splitting the bed?" That was the tender spot.
"That's quite simple." Xanxus spoke. "You shitty scum (he was talking about Bel) take the couch."
Squalo opened his eyes wide. He wasn't stupid enough not to smell something fishy in the deal. "Wait a minute. Why don't you two sleep in the bed and I take the couch?"
"Fuck no." Xanxus and Bel said in the most seriously tone in the world.
Squalo rubbed his temple. "In that case… You (Xanxus) can sleep in the couch. You've always done so ("Ah~ I was right! He's been living here before…"), it shouldn't disturb you that much."
Bel beamed. "Shishi! So I get to sleep alone in the bed!"
"Voi, I'm sleeping with you (Bel)."
"Heee."
"No way in hell, shitty trash."
But in the end, they had to agree on that option. Neither Belphegor nor Xanxus was particularly happy about it, but everyone was asleep so Squalo won.
Once the late dinner over, Bel strolled lazily to the bedroom, leaving both adults in the kitchen, Squalo putting the dishes in the dishwasher and Xanxus snoozing lightly, still sitting on the stool. Squalo's voice woke him up.
"Voi, Xanxus. You should go to sleep already. I don't want to see you fall on the ground like last time."
"Mmh."
Seeing the raven was going to ignore his advice, he heaved a resigned sigh and was about to go to the bedroom but stopped and went back to Xanxus. Then, with the softness of a feather, he rested the back of a hand on the tanned forehead while the other one was on his own forehead.
The move had been totally unexpected and Xanxus felt pretty dumb seeing Squalo taking his temperature; yet he didn't budge. The silver head trash's hand was cold. It felt good against his skin.
"Scum… I'm not sick anymore. And I don't need you to worry about me. I'm not a kid."
"Considering your behavior, I'm pretty sure you are. Well, everything seems okay…"
Yes, everything did seem all right, Xanxus thought. This kind of comfort, he didn't even remember when was the last time he felt it. Xanxus wouldn't even find it weird to hear the silverette telling him 'child, be still'. The smaller man was as usual brash and straightforward, uncaring of what people (and Xanxus) would think of him acting like this. But the tanned man liked him that way.
He leaned on the presented hand and, slowly, got closer to the silverette; close enough to hear his breathing against his forehead and the silkiness of the silver mane caressing his cheek. Squalo wasn't moving. Was he waiting for the raven to make a move? Leisurely, Xanxus placed a kiss on Squalo's collarbone. First one, two light kisses, but after more passionate ones. The raven pushed the smaller man against the table, his hands holding steadily Squalo's thin arms.
Almost imperceptible pants were drawn from the silverette's mouth as Xanxus licked and sucked avidly at his neck. He wasn't being pushed back, that meant Squalo wanted it as badly as him, didn't it?
How could Xanxus simply resist that body? Not when it was promising so much bliss and pleasure. And he knew Squalo wouldn't refuse that to him. The silverette's senses had subdued to him, the raven didn't need anything else. No matter how many times he had sex with other women, he couldn't forget Squalo's sensation on him – the man's taste, his warmth, his body itself. And if said body had to haunt him to the other side of the world, he'd better have it and take it now that Xanxus could do so.
Fiery ruby orbs went to study greyish ones – glimmering and aroused ones. He smirked. "You've been waiting for me, haven't you?"
"Mmh… Why would I be waiting for… an asshole like you… Ha…"
"Humph. Big liar. Look at your face." He bit at the sensitive flesh. Squalo whined. "You wanted to be fucked by me. Do you remember how you felt down there when I shoved my dick in you? It was damn hot and tight. And fucking sensitive. You felt it so much it could make you hard."
Without a warning, Xanxus swiftly slipped his hand in the silverette's pants and grabbed the shaft in his boxer. Squalo started and accidentally elbowed the stool beside him. At that noise, they heard Bel shifting in his sleep.
"Voi… Stop that, Xanxus." Squalo finally broke their embrace. "He can hear us."
Frustrated, Xanxus paused. "You piece of trash. So you're telling me to wait for that dim-witted brat to leave?"
"Not as if we could do anything in those conditions!"
Xanxus glared at him. That constant rebuff from the silverette was getting tiresome, and Xanxus wasn't used to have anyone – whether they were men or women – refusing him anything. As a matter of fact, he was the exact portrait of a man who had made fortune in oil: he was arrogant and always managed to get what he wanted.
But for now, the haughty and odiously loaded young master who used to get Mustangs and Corvettes at his anniversaries was nowhere to be found.
"You'd better not forget where we left tonight." He hissed angrily at the silverette.
He then let go of him and went to sleep, alone and grumpy, in his old couch.
TBC
