Ooooooi! So i'm back after... how long dattake. i can't remember~

So as promised, here is the continuation of or XS fanfiction. this one is just a special chapter for valentine, though, but the regular chaps will begin in march

If o're intersted, i post an news on m FB page Xanxus x Squalo. It's me ranting and alota pics of XS *o*

So enjoooo! ^^


It was already late. 11p.m, maybe later, but Superbi Squalo, Xanxus' new right-hand man, didn't seem to notice the late hour. Sitting on a couch in the raven's office, few meters only from his boss' desk, he was virtually fighting with the astronomical amount of numbers displayed on the screen of his laptop. Curses were coming in a mumble while the long haired man was tapping nervously at his temple and alternatively crossing and uncrossing his thin legs.

The January reports kept on rousing sighs of incomprehension from Squalo. Something was whether wrong, miscalculated or those idiots in the audit department didn't do their previsions well, because the silverette was gravely pondering on throwing the damn computer away so much the data files were absurd and illogical.

"Just how the fuck did those trashes do to mess things up that badly?" He muttered. "That fucking Thomson was near bankruptcy, they were on a fucking trial for a fucking tax fraud and those dimwitted scums still couldn't speed the damn takeover? And now they've settled a deal with the State… And that goddamn unit in Turkey… No matter how much money the European branch can make, they're a fucking drag… And that fucking loss for the Asian branch… Wait… 2billions…4.5… 7 for the past year? Ah, fuck it!"

He gave up. He tossed the computer away before lighting a cigarette. Soon a white, almost translucent smoke was hovering around his head.

That was his first break since that morning. Squalo looked beat up: his hair was a mess, his clothes were a mess, dark rings were blossoming under his greyish eyes, even more accentuated by the feeble and airy light coming from the glass wall, only source of light in the vast yet dark room. The silverette couldn't even remember when was the last time he had had a proper meal or a proper night of sleep… Well, surely not that day nor the day before.

Squalo leaned on the back of the couch, lazily rubbed his tired eyelids then took another puff of nicotine.

"Voi, I'm stuck here for the night, so what are you still waiting for?" He asked the raven who had been seated on his throne the whole time, silent and motionless, like a granite statue.

Xanxus was dignified, as always. Arms folded, tanned and scarred face for the moment a mask of imperturbable composure – just like a sky in summer: burning, radiant and seemingly calm, but none could tell when the storm would tear that calmness away. He looked as if he was asleep, but Squalo knew he wasn't (as a matter of fact, only the silverette dared raising his voice when the boss was sleeping, or seemed like he was). Anyway, this was just adding more to the absurdity of the situation.

Why the absurdity? One only had to take a look at the raven's office to understand why: bouquets, presents packed in fluffy boxes with the ribbons, the hearts and a multitude of girly stuff that had been growing in number during the whole day. They were so numerous they were filling half of the office, all surrounding the dark and placid tanned man who now gave the impression he was totally out of place in the middle of that realm of love and softness.

However, Squalo was too tired to give a damn about it. Every time the deliveryman would bring a new present for Xanxus, he couldn't even affect the slightest air of annoyance anymore. At the moment, all he wanted was to forget everything and go back home, and he simply couldn't figure out why Xanxus, who didn't even have anything to do at work that day, hadn't lost his temper and left that sweetish room yet.

"You're quite patient today," Squalo said as he threw the fag-end in an ashtray on a nearby coffee table. He lit up another cigarette. "That's stunning. And no one can make you stay here that long…"

"Shut up scum." Xanxus grunted. "Do you know what fucking day are we today?"

What day?... That was a good question, because at some point Squalo had completely lost track of time. "Umm… Yesterday was Wednesday, wasn't it? So today we're Thursday… Or Friday! Friday. Because we had a meeting with Viren this morning-"

"It's Sunday, you dumbass."

"Oh? Is that so?" The silverette resumed his work on the laptop. "That's bad. Tomorrow I have to see Leandro about the US case. If it keeps on like this, I'll have to handle it myself…"

"Squalo." Xanxus demanded. The silver haired man faintly started as he wasn't used to hear his lover calling him by a name other than 'trash', 'scum' or 'idiot'. "Come here."

Squalo complied and walked to the raven's desk. "Voi, what's wrong? I told you, if you want to go home, it's okay. I'll be a little late but-"

"I'm not talking about that. What day are we today?"

Squalo grimaced. So that was it, he sighed. Seriously, what were they to care about something as childish and sweetish as Valentine's day? High school teenagers? "Voooi. If you're asking for a present, I've bought nothing, okay? Lately I've been too busy preventing stupid douchebags from ruining your stupid company. It's not an easy job. I'm not gonna remember every single shitty feast day that greeting cards sellers are making up every single shitty year. And there's already enough shit in this room, I'm not adding another one. Plus, it's fucking stupid. Just what kind of silly bitches did you use to fuck before for receiving all those fucking presents? Certainly brainless sluts. (He picked up a card on a bouquet of flowers and started reading the message written on it) 'I miss you and your big dxxx'. Voi, as I said: brainless sluts. Moreover…"

Needless to say that the rest of Squalo's soliloquy was falling into deaf ears. Actually, something else was drawing Xanxus' attention, something more interesting: it was the very first time he saw the silverette wearing glasses. A very ordinary fact for the silverette, truly, mostly when he had to use a computer for too long. However, it wasn't the case for Xanxus.

Glasses have that strange particularity that they make the person who is wearing them look strangely different. They may make them look wiser, more serious, more trustworthy, but for the raven, they were just a hindrance. It wasn't as though the tanned man believed that the silverette had the most stunning grey eyes he'd ever seen (though he truly did), or that the occasional device was hardening the latter's soft features, which were already hardened enough by Squalo's usual angry expression. He just didn't like them.

"Why the fuck do you have to wear them?" Xanxus cut the other male's monologue.

"Ah? Wear what?"

"Eyeglasses."

The silverette instinctively brought his left hand to the criticized glasses. "Those? Because I need them when I work. They're more convenient than lens. And I've had them for a long time, maybe since I started teaching…"

Something started ringing deep in the raven's mind. That was right: those damn eyeglasses made him look like a damn teacher. All right, there was something somehow erotic in thinking about fucking one, but once they weren't in the bed anymore, they only became a constant reminding of the life the silverette had to leave behind in order to follow him. Why the hell didn't Squalo just leave them the way he had left his apartment, almost all of his belongings and especially all the memories he had of that time?

But he hadn't thrown those fucking glasses.

Suddenly, Xanxus hated them. All of the silverette's life, his past, his future, and mainly his present should have been his and his only. There should have never been even a single fragment that wasn't under his dominance. Yet, the eyeglasses reminded him, always, always, that if he owned the silverette's life, there is always that precise period of his life which he doesn't belong. He already had a hard time getting rid of the silver haired idiot's courtiers, not that long ago.

Squalo so easily gave up on everything, he so easily fit his new life… Didn't that also mean that any other life would have been okay for him? The long haired man could become anyone, anything, this meant nothing for him. Inversely, if he decided to leave the raven the day after, to leave his new job, his new place, he could effortlessly find something else he would master in no time.

That was infuriating. That was maddening. That was upsetting. How could he live with the silverette knowing that, without ever feeling reassured?

"I'm horny." The raven grunted. "Get your fucking ass here."

Squalo brushed his hair back. "Voi. Maybe you can't see it, but I'm fucking tired and sleepy, right now. Can't you just let me finish the work here and go to sleep like a normal person?"

"Huuh?" Xanxus smirked. "Do I have to remind you what fucking day are we today?"

A low groan resounded in Squalo's throat. He was annoyed, but raven didn't care. That idiot was his property. Why should he care about offending a property's fucking feelings? He'd make him angry, he'd make him cry, he'd make him moan; that was all Xanxus' rights.

A normal human being would have grown tired and left since long. Why Superbi Squalo didn't quit was a wonder for the raven. Yes, it was a total wonder, nevertheless in the same time there was a hidden fear behind the scarred man's roughness.

And if he actually quit?

The answer to this last question was a turmoil of contradictory thoughts in the raven's brain: roaring fury, silent anguish, deadly hatred and cold repulsion were whirling inside him. Still, up until now, they had had no occasion to burst out, for the simple reason that Squalo still was there.

Because, regardless of Xanxus' verbal and physical abuse, regardless of both men's awkwardness and that relationship that looked like it would wreck at any time, even if exiting the raven's world would have been so easy for him, Squalo still was there, with him. For how long, none could tell. But what's the point of worrying about such petty stuff, as long as the silverette was by his side?

And as though Squalo's mind had followed the raven' trail of thought, a grin came stretching his oh so tender lips.

"Bossy, are we?"

Like a cat, he jumped on the raven's desk, disturbing on his way the pinky presents, then sat right in front of the latter, the smirk plastered on his face hiding thousands meanings: 'I'm here for your entertainment, I'm here for you to take. I'll pull you away from your hauntings. I'll let you have me, surprise me, eat me while you're enjoying this body you've come to own.'

One could think that having only one sex partner would upset the raven. This was partly true and false. True because he had to wait for the silver haired trash to be over with his endless works which seemed to never come to an end, and once he was through, most of time he would just fall asleep and wouldn't wake up before hours. Oh, Xanxus had thought about banging him in his sleep… which leads us to why the previous assertion was false.

Someone who had tasted the gorgeous silverette's beauty only once would never forget that body again. The raven needed to see that body squirm, to hear that sharp voice calling for him, the yearn burning in those heavy greyish eyes. Of course, he'd wait. At least, as long as his patience (and dick) would allow him.

"Shut it. You just shut your damn mouth and let me do you."

Xanxus tugged rudely at the silverette's waist, forcing him to come closer, before pulling the latter's pants and underwear down. Squalo's fingers began unbuttoning the tanned man's shirt, hurriedly pacing from a button to another, when Xanxus slapped his hands away.

"Don't you fucking do any useless thing."

"Useless, you say…" The silver haired man's bare foot trailed lusciously on the raven's clothed thigh, igniting waves of electricity through his limbs. A light grunt went past Xanxus' lips when it finally rest on the bulge under his zipper. Squalo's toes were pressuring here and there on the concealed – though easily guessed – half-hard cock. "But you need it, don't you? Otherwise, how do you want me to fix this up?"

And as he talked, the foot was lustfully massaging Xanxus. He let the long haired man play a little. This meant he was in a good mood, if he wanted to do it even if he was that tired. Squalo was completely focused on his task, as the result he forgot undressing his upper part. His eyes, two glimmering ponds towering above the raven, saw nothing but Xanxus, Xanxus' reaction from his teasing, Xanxus' exasperation slowly but surely growing unbearable. Gradually, the silver haired man turned out to be a real sex toy for the raven's use.

How long did it take to mould the silverette as his ideal wish, to make him know exactly where and how to touch the raven, how to respond to the latter's touch, at his kisses, how he wanted him to moan? Xanxus couldn't tell. But the result of his training, of each one of their embrace, of each time they would find release in each other's arms, the result was there, before him: a hot and beautiful silver haired man, whose body belonged to no one else but him, a body that wouldn't react to no one else but him.

"Do you want me to take them off, I mean my glasses?" Squalo asked, somewhat amused.

"… No." The raven replied. Fuck the past that would never be his. The smaller man was fucking hot with the fucking eyeglasses on.

Squalo's massaging was light, merely enjoyable, but both knew perfectly that that wasn't enough for the raven. He wanted something warmer, tighter… All of a sudden, he grabbed the smaller man's ankle and yanked him down the desk. The silverette yelled when his forehead hit the ground.

"Voi! Are you fucking mad? Why did you have to do that, you goddamn psycho?"

Xanxus had left his armchair and was crouching before the silverette, ruby eyes locked with grey ones. "That little playing is fucking lame. Your hands, on the wall."

Annoyed, the silverette sure was, but he too wanted to get over with the foreplay as quick as the taller man. Silently complying with his boss' order, he got on his knees and leant his arms on the bay window, so that he had now his back to the raven.

The view Squalo got from that place was breathtaking. From about sixty floors above the ground, he had a spectacular sight of the city bathed in the night, thousands of lights brightening the darkness and making the city look like a jewel, mixing with the thousands of stars shining in the dark blue sky. He could see them all.

But not only the city.

If he focused enough, Squalo could clearly see the reflection of his body and Xanxus' slowly lowering above him. He couldn't help but shiver when he felt callous hands making contact with his waist. He was eager to feel more, to see more.

Squalo turned back to look at the raven, smirking lustfully. "Boss, since you seem to care about today… How about I let you come in all~ your favorite place?" And in a half-innocent, half-shameless way, he brushed his naked buttocks against the raven's lap while licking at his lower lip.

"I don't need your fucking permission for that, bitch." Xanxus spat and roughly pinned the silverette's hands on the wall. Without any preparation, he dryly thrust his rock hard flesh in Squalo's hole and began pumping pitilessly, not letting a single moment of rest for the latter. It was hard to breathe, hard to converge his thoughts into a single point. Even keeping balance with those deep and powerful shoving of that gigantic shaft (on that detail, Squalo agreed with the sender of the card) in his most sensitive place.

Squalo doesn't complain for that much. Xanxus was more than aware of the fact that the silver haired man liked it rough, strong enough to tear him apart. That masochistic shark would only bend the right way, angle his back the right angle so that those painful poundings rapidly became as pleasurable for the taller man as for him. Matching Xanxus' impaling with his backwards thrusts, opening his legs wide and raising his ass as high as he could, Squalo soon found his own pace.

Squalo's breath was coming in short pants staining the glass wall with a thin steam. In spite of that, he could clearly see their bodies moving in a pageant rhythm, slowly but surely covered with sweat.

Oh, he could see everything too well, from the way the raven's hips was going back and forth, so forcefully, so viciously, the way his lower body was rocking altogether with the tanned man's, the way his shoulders and knees were shaking under Xanxus. And that heat, that hellish heat, he could see the reason so well: it was going in and out, in and out, stretching his entrance like nothing before, that dark red appendage.

"Aa… Ha!... Xanxus!... So good… Deeper… Go deeper…" The silverette moaned.

"Like this?" Xanxus pushed profoundly at a different angle.

"Ha-aan!"

This time, Squalo couldn't take it anymore. His hands slipped from the wall to lay on the floor. That way, the view he was getting of what was happening behind him was even more distinct. Xanxus could see him eyeing hungrily at their reflection, face not even showing the smallest amount of shame anymore.

Too fucking hot.

The raven propped himself on the glass with one hand not to fall with him, while with the other he was fondling/pinching/tugging at the smaller man's nipples. "Already close, trash?"

"Mmh…"

Xanxus sneered as he felt the tightness around his manhood squeezing him like a burning vice. Fuck, that was how he loved his shark: a horny and demanding mess. He loved to know that beyond that pale skin, that silver, almost white hair, there was a hunger as bright and red as his own passion. It was practically the agony of an insatiable thirst that was uniting those two beings, an untraceable curse behind an outside uncomfortable coldness.

"But. You're not allowed to come before I tell you."

"Ch-che! Aan… Haa… Hurry up, bastard…"

Xanxus humph-ed. Tanned hands slid on the perfect torso, on the perfect waist and the perfect thighs before stopping at creamy hips, pushing the silverette forward when he pulled out and pulling him back when he was going in. Beneath him, the silverette's precum was already overflowing and soiling his belly and inner thighs. Somehow, Xanxus' shoving were more smooth too, less painful.

Looking at their image on the glass, Squalo caught a glimpse of Xanxus' dick, all cover with the white proof of his impending climax. With his razor sharp nails and teeth, he was breaking the skin of the silverette's back and shoulders. It was paler than before. Maybe because he was spending all his time between four walls. Maybe someday he should take him outside, in a sunny place…

"Xanxus!..." Squalo shuddered violently. "No more… I'm coming!"

"Tsk. No choice then."

Without a warning, Xanxus hauled Squalo backward. Now the smaller man was sitting on his lap with an 8inches long erected penis up in his ass. In that position, the tanned man practically had the long and silvery hair in his face and obstructing the precious view, that's why he wasn't that fond of it. Squalo, on the contrary, looked like he enjoyed it pretty well.

Squalo gripped hard at the raven's neck, eyes shut close from the pleasure. "Fuck!... Fuck! Fuck! Xanxus!"

It didn't take more than few pounding to make the silverette explode. Taking advantage of the incredible stiffness of the long haired man's inner muscles, Xanxus gave two hard, accurate thrust before letting go of his own semen inside of the smaller man.

"…!"

Few minutes later, Squalo was totally dead to the world. Too bad for Xanxus, indeed, since he wanted it to last a little longer in retaliation of all those days the silverette had ignored him because of work.

Leaning carelessly on the raven's torso, eyeglasses finally removed (by Xanxus), breath even and body totally abandoned to slumber, the silverette was asleep. Xanxus had tried to wake him up; no matter what, he wanted at least a second round.

"Stupid scum…" He said when he understood he wouldn't get more from him that night. The trash was heavy. He thought about pushing him away – that would wake him up, for sure. But someway, he couldn't resign himself to do so. So, did that mean he would have to wait for that idiot to wake up if he wanted to go home? No fucking way… Or also, that he would have to carry him, at least until they got in the car…

Xanxus cursed himself under his breath. That was the unique solution he could find at the moment.

Such a tiresome lover.