PHEW i thought i wouldn't post this chapter in time. I'M SOOO SOO SORRY PEOPLE. I've been really sick since last week and i could barely type few words a day. Initially i wanted to post something wednesday then the birthday fic today, but in the end it ended up like this... Very sorry (_ _)
But i still have the idea of the birthday fic in my mind so i think i'll write it anyway, but in slightly different contexts, just...
Please enjoy T.T
That week had been pretty busy and tiresome for the silverette. That was because, now, there wasn't just one spoiled brat to take care of, but fucking two of them. Between his work and his home, Squalo had absolutely no time to sit down and take a breath.
Principally since it had been the exam session. There had been papers to grade, stupidities to read and see… and also some idiot who wrote somewhere in his essay something like 'bacteria can't eat people because we are too big to be eaten' (Squalo is teaching biology. Yes. A squalo). And then, back at home he would have 'Squalo, there's no more milk', 'Trash, where's the dinner' and 'Why the hell is there milk in the dinner' and 'Squalo…'.
"Vooooi! I'm fucking tired of your shit so fuck up- I mean… Shut off- Shut. Up!" He broke when the week end came, altogether with the headache and the risk of vein popping.
Friday, it all came like a whirlwind. The silver haired man pushed the door like every evening, back from Namimori U. It was already late. The first thing he saw: distraught and zombie airs of idle proslavers watching TV as though their lives depended on it. Those idiots squatting his living-room… Just what the fuck had they been doing for the whole day? The house was a ditch and he was damn tired… He had tried to keep it clean from their shit for days! The silverette felt the heat in his blood rising, he felt the clash was imminent. He wasn't a motherfucking housekeeper and those damn idiots were simply pure brats!
Bel was sitting upside down in an armchair in front of the screen, head down and feet on the back of the seat. "Stupid Squalo~ You should transplant a new brain in your skull 'cause yours doesn't seem to-"
"Shut the fuck up!" The silverette barked and threw his bag to the boy, who easily dodged it. "And get out of my house."
"Ouch! You're a bully!" Bel sang sarcastically while running and pirouetting like a madman around the kitchen table, his arms waving frantically around his head. "He broke my arm! Call the ambulance, the police, the mortuary! Shishishi!"
Xanxus could hear nothing. He was in a semi-comatose state, dead drunk in the couch.
That was a very happy and cheerful scene indeed, worthy of the Step by Step show.
But one way or another, just like in the serial when the main characters somehow started disappearing one after the other (and this, Squalo welcomed it with praise of thankfulness to the Lord), those idle days had to come to an end for Belphegor: he just received a call from his house biding him to go back home at once if he still wanted to be part of their family.
"Shishi." The blond grinned bitterly when he hung up. "One day I'll kill them for sure."
"Voi, don't say that. They're your family, no matter what you say."
A sigh. "Yeah. That's exactly the problem."
Squalo wasn't an inhuman guy. He wasn't that glad to see Bel coming back to his house; he knew exactly what was waiting for the boy there. The blond didn't talk or laugh much after that. The ambiance in the apartment became silent again – but in parallel, that silence allowed the raven to come back from his lethargy again since he didn't have to drink anymore to put up with the silver haired man yelling after the brat. So that was with eyes more or less cleared from the usual hazy shroud that he saw, the next day, Squalo ruffling the blond mane of the boy who was standing in the landing, face grave and hands in his pockets.
"And stop making that face, you dumb brat." Squalo scolded. "You're just going home. You don't have to look as if you were off for your own funeral."
"What if it's true? You'll have to buy me an ice cream. With chocolate. And pistachio. And nougatine. And also- ouch!"
As the kid's requests grew more numerous, the ruffling grew from cheering to aggressive. "Don't get cocky. You haven't forgotten anything, have you?" Useless question: apart from his phone, Bel didn't bring anything in his run away, and everything he had used the last few days, Squalo had bought them for him. Now Bel's possessions summed up into a rucksack in which clothes, toothpaste and video games were piling up in a disconcerting confusion.
"Naah. All your peasant stuffs are all in your peasant bag. So… Bye."
Bel didn't say anything else and turned tail to the silverette on his door-step. The latter didn't have the slightest idea how the boy managed to find him nor how he got to that place, neither did he know how Bel was going to go back. More exactly, Squalo knew how (he had to call for a cab; that kid really didn't exactly live on the doorstep), but that was more what kind of lie he would have to lull his parents with. But did he still have to think about that? It wasn't as though he still was in charge of the boy's education or anything…
Yet the silver head wasn't left much time to worry about his ancient pupil as callous hands trailed around his waist, barely one second after Bel was out of sight.
"Voi, Xanxus…" He heaved a sigh of irritation. Xanxus was slowly embracing him from behind; he rested his chin on the smaller man's shoulder. "It still hadn't gone clear out of your mind yet, had it…"
"Shut it." Xanxus said in a tone that admitted no reply. "Your promise, trash. You said we'll have sex when the brat is gone."
"I've never said that!" Squalo got indignant and rapidly closed the entrance door.
"Yes, you have." And as though to put a stop to a discussion he deemed not fit for him, the raven bit at the silverette's neck, making him moan very softly. "Can you hear your voice? You're practically begging me to fuck you."
Squalo frowned. His body was betraying him; he wasn't in position of control and he sure hated that. "You damn prick… At least can't you wait a little…"
"I won't." The tanned man trailed a thick and wet tongue on the silverette's neck whilst unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his belt. Soon the latter felt a bulge rubbing against his bottom. The silver head had to lean against the wall next to him not to fall under the taller man's weight.
That was when the door opened up again. Both men froze when Bel appeared behind it. At the sight of the long haired man leaning on the wall, clothes undone and with a dude hugging him, the boy, anyhow, didn't say anything. He just stared at the weird couple for few seconds, swiftly went to fetch his headphones in the living-room, and then got out (but not without grinning sarcastically at Squalo before he did so).
"Voi… Perhaps we should go to the bed instead." Squalo stated somberly.
"Che. Don't forget to lock the door this time."
…
"Xanxus… Xanxus, stop playing with… Aa!" Squalo whined softly.
He was naked, lying on the mattress, hands gripping hard at the pillow behind his head. An indecent quantity of silvery hair was flowing everywhere on the sheets, as though they were trying to cover them entirely. His legs were opened wide to let the raven bend between them. Xanxus didn't seem that disturbed by the sight of the naked body of a man as he kept on licking and suckling at his tortured nipples till they were fully red and erected. The flushed and writhing silverette, beneath him, was already completely hard and arching his back lustfully with every caress. He would have never believe that one day a man would pleasure him that way – and even less that he would respond so easily, so eagerly to his touch…
"Fucking scum." Xanxus suddenly glared at him. "Stop making that sound."
And how could he? Before that day, he didn't even know he could utter such moans and pants. Squalo could feel his shaft twitching every time Xanxus' red appendage darted from between thickly sensual lips and went to wet one lush rosy tip. He whined again.
"You trash… Does that (he emphasized on that word by tugging harshly at both buds with his fingers) feel that good?" Squalo answered by squirming more desperately on the bed, his cheeks now a deep shade of red, and stroking his leg on Xanxus' thigh. The raven smirked. "Humph. You truly are a bitch. Your whole body is made to pleasure a man. How could you even satisfy a woman before?"
Squalo was about to curse but remained quiet when he heard a zip sound: Xanxus was opening his trousers. When that gigantic pole of hard and blood-flushed muscles of his came into view, though, the silverette tried to push him back. "Wait, Xanxus. It's not… Um… This is…"
"What? What again?" Xanxus pulled painfully at silvery locks. They had gone that far already, what was the trash still afraid about?
"The drawer." He said as if it was that obvious and pointed at the nightstand. Within an ace of hitting the silverette for rejecting him, Xanxus however complied and reached for the piece of furniture. After opening it, he pulled out a little plastic bottle. The content left no room for doubts.
"Lube?" He smirked mockingly, which made the silver head glower at him.
"What's wrong with this?"
"Nothing." He nibbled at Squalo's earlobe. "Have you bought it after we did it last time? So you wanted to do it after all."
Squalo wanted to retort, but after all there was no sense grinding on it. And what would have he said? He couldn't deny the fact he actually felt good being taken by the raven, even if it sure had hurt when he put it in. Of course it had nothing to do with sex with a woman; even if in the end it was a matter of sexual relief, sex with a man – sex with Xanxus – was way more oppressing, overwhelming, excruciating… In short everything the silverette had always loved in swordsmanship.
So yes, maybe he had wanted to do it with the taller man again. Yes, maybe he had bought the damn lube for that, albeit he had never been sure Xanxus would actually come back to him. Squalo clenched a fist and hit the latter's chest with it, a playful leer on his features. His voice became softer.
"It seems you think the world is only fucking revolving around you. Voi, maybe I wanted to use it with someone else, perhaps with a nice and delicate girl who won't strangle me to death because of her screwed brain, or even another man…" As he talked, the silverette's fingers were faintly tracing the pattern of the raven's muscular body, pacing idly on the chiseled collarbone, circling the well-shaped shoulders, then going lower and lower until they reached Xanxus' trousers.
The latter replied to the provocation with a threatening glare. He had dealt with a lot of women in his life; there had been ignorant sluts, beautiful and rich heirs, futile wives, ambitious and arrogant doctors, lawyers, and other wiseasses who farted higher than their asses… Well, a lot of women. But no matter what one would blabber about emancipation and independence of women, Xanxus didn't believe in it. He had seen enough bitches going into hysterics and wailing their love at his feet to ascertain his opinion.
But this time it was a man, and things were utterly different. Xanxus didn't know if he should take that threat as a joke or an actual threat. Somehow, in his bloody guts, he knew Squalo wouldn't have any trouble getting in anyone's pants, yet he had never seen him dating anyone in the past. Did that make of him someone special for the silver haired man? Thinking about that was frustrating.
That silver haired trash was making him uneasy, and that was frustrating. His fingers suddenly plunged in him, eliciting a yelp from the silverette.
That night would be the second time he was getting fucked by a man, still the silverette's ass was as tight as though he had never been done before. And Hell that was damn hot. Xanxus was fed up of those whores who had started screwing at twelve and were all fucked out by the time they were twenty. On the other hand ingenuous virgins were simply a no-no. He didn't want a stupid chick to get startled and cry only at the sight of a dick.
But that scum, that Squalo… Goddamnit, Xanxus could tell he really liked to fuck.
"You'd better keep in mind who you're fucking talking to, you damn dickhead." Xanxus hissed and smacked Squalo's hands away. "Just lie there and moan."
And moan did the silverette do when the fingers dug further. They were slick and hard, gliding easily in the tight tunnel. Squalo gripped at Xanxus' steady arm and tilted his head backward while panting louder and louder, his toes curling without him even noticing. Something was igniting inside of him and he could do nothing to stop it.
"Xanxus… Mmh-aa…" He whined. "Fingers… your fingers… put them out!"
"Like hell." Xanxus spat. "Spread your legs."
Creamy thighs were parted with forcefulness. Squalo's eyes widened when he felt Xanxus' hardness pressing against his groin; a sigh went past his lips as the raven added more fingers in his entrance. He was fully hard now, and making a face so hot the tanned man couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"Trash, let's live together." He said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
Squalo frowned, "V-voi… Why are you talking… Ngh! About that now…" Xanxus didn't answer. He just pushed his engorged flesh in the smaller man, hard and fast, not letting the silverette a second to breathe. "Haa! Xanxus!..."
That night, none of them slept that much.
…
Virginia Woolf said something like what is expected from the one you're living with is to maintain you at the highest level of yourself. She wasn't wrong. Since he started living with the silverette, the raven had to admit his look got slightly better. Well, what I mean is that the period he used to wake up on the floor in his own vomit after a night of debauchery was surely over. The probabilities he would drown in his bath also decreased since there was always someone to keep his head out of the water when he was smashed (if not practically bathing him entirely). And many other little services one could ask from "the one you're living with".
Never before that did Xanxus have something akin to a life as a couple, yet he strangely grew accustomed to it quite easily. Maybe the main reason of it was that nothing in particular actually changed between them before and after. As a matter of fact, the only detail who had changed was Xanxus sleeping in a bed – Squalo's bed – instead of a couch.
But if you put that aside, you'd get exactly the same thing as before. That is, in the morning, Squalo getting prepared for work; leaving only the lunch to heat because he knew too well the taller man wouldn't wake up before noon; coming back from work and cleaning all the mess Xanxus would have made in the apartment; then they would watch TV, have dinner, fuck once or twice, watch TV again and go to sleep.
You see? Nothing that great at the end of the day.
"Xanxus…" Ieyasu couldn't hide his tears. He was tapping anxiously Xanxus' back. "I'm so relieved you finally found someone who can love you!"
There in the usual bar, he had listened to the whole boring and dreary story with the teary eyes of a father who had found hope again in his son. The raven couldn't stand the old man's effusions of feelings. He had put up with them only because it was a pain to find people who knew about the company's business and who didn't want him dead for the sake of said company. At least not now.
"Get over with that, old geezer." Xanxus grimaced. "It's not something that grandiose."
The old blond shook vehemently his head. "No, no, no. When you're your age and you still can't find someone to share your life, you can start worrying about your future. I saw you grow up and collect women as if they were toys in your hands, and now!... It's so sad to die as a bachelor; no wife, no kid, no one to welcome you at home…"
"Yeah, like you." The raven said and took a sip of vodka.
"That's wrong. I do have a family, we're just… living in different houses, that's all…"
"Humph. Bullshit."
Ieyasu frowned at the younger man and poured whisky in a glass. "You know, Xanxus. Having relationship is never very easy for people like us. The job is constraining. You don't know when you have to leave to sign a contract at the other side of the world neither when you can come back, your lover ("We're not fucking lovers.") has to be pretty patient and all… Don't laugh at me!" He added furiously as he noticed a lopsided smile stretching Xanxus' lips. "I went through that, I know that perfectly. Remember what I say: it may be a piece of cake to fish a nice lover, but if you don't know how to keep them, they'll leave you like they would leave a plague victim and replace you with someone better than you. And you, Xanxus, believe me: it's not that hard to find better than you!…Um? Where are you going?"
Xanxus had got on his feet and was about to leave. "I'm not staying here listening to your driveling anymore. Next time you'd better have pertinent information about the Danish case."
The officious meeting was over for the raven.
Just what did that old man wanted to tell him? Teach him from his own failures? How ridiculous. The silver haired trash was indeed a good fuck, that meant nothing more. Lately he was just too lazy to chase after asses, so it was convenient to have the long haired idiot within reach. And the raven wasn't the type to sing like a suitor some shit like ''Cause we're leaving in a world of fools breaking us down when they all should let us be, we belong to you and me.' So he was meditating while heading to the apartment.
Plus what they had couldn't possibly called a relationship. They could barely stand each other; Squalo was truly a pain in the ass, a damn loud-mouthed idiot and an incurable cleaning freak. Okay, the room could be kind of messy when he was left there alone for hours. But that wasn't his fault. It was the silver haired trash's fault for leaving him with nothing else to do apart from watching TV.
The booze helping, Xanxus was ready to tell the silverette a few home truths , kicked the door of the apartment and looked around for silvery locks. He gaped when he caught sight of Squalo sitting on the floor, a bare foot brought up to shoulder-level. Someone, a man, was kneeling before him, holding it and massaging it in his hands. He was turning his back to Xanxus so the latter couldn't see the man's face from his spot. They were chatting happily (too happily in Xanxus' opinion) and barely started when the raven came in.
"Oh, you're already back." Squalo said without getting up. "I thought you'd be late. The dinner is on the table."
"Who is…" Xanxus started but silenced as the newcomer turned to look at him: it was that dumbass Cavallone.
The blond smiled at him. "Eee. What a surprise. So you knew each other?"
Squalo shrugged. "Well. More or less-"
"We're fucking living together." Xanxus cut tartly. "And you fucking get out of here, Cavallone."
TBC
