This chapter arrives kind of late... Just a little bit. I haven't written anything for a more than a year, i think, and i didn't feel very confident writing smexy scenes anymore. So i procrastinated the whole week. Sorry. Also, i didn't have much sleep lately, please forgive the grammar mistakes, I don't even know anymore how i can still keep my eyes open at the moment.

~In the previous chapters~

Squalo is facing his old demons, meanwhile it looks like Xanxus has some plans too?


The silverette had been silent since he left Ferdinando's. From time to time, Lambo's emerald eyes were darting glances at the man who was sitting next to him on the front seat of the Lancia; but no, not a single reaction from Squalo.

The latter was just sitting there with his legs crossed, a look of utter annoyance on his features, as per usual… Wait, no, it didn't look like Squalo's usual angry-self. The older male seemed more… pensive? Maybe. Lambo was wondering what could have had such a strong impact on the usually loudmouthed man, and, out of curiosity, as though the dark haired youth didn't sense the already dense atmosphere in the car, he just asked,

"So, what did you guys talk about back there?" Candidly, with no ulterior motive expect trying to break the awkward silence. "I thought you'd stay in there a little longer. Didn't the two of you have many things to catch up with?"

All of a sudden and with a swiftness that almost frightened the younger male, Squalo turned to him, his grey eyes darkened by thousands unspoken threats. Lambo chuckled clumsily, "All right, all right, things didn't go well, I get it! You don't have to look at me like this, please! I was only worried because you haven't said anything for almost one hour now, gee…"

"If I fucking don't want to waste my breath talking to some dumb trash like you, it's not your fucking business." Squalo thundered. "And when the fuck did I say I had anything to catch up with that fucking old motherfucker? Are you a medium now? Huh?"

"Okay, I get it!" Lambo gave up, smiling and waving his hand in surrender. "But I'm glad you're okay. I've never talked with Giordano myself, I've only heard rumors about him. That's why I was worried some bad things might have happened to you, in the restaurant."

Squalo slightly cooled down. "Voi, what the fuck is that… You scum have watched The Godfather too many times. Giordano is just some goddamn geezer who's got too much fucking free time for himself. Unlike me. I didn't need wasting four hours of my fucking time in that fucking cold just to hear him rambling about the past like some goddamn retiree."

"Rambling? So you guys did have some old stuff to talk about!... Sorry." At first jovial, Lambo rapidly silenced when the murderous aura started oozing from the silver haired man again. Nonetheless, since he (one way or another) got Squalo to talk and because the apartment was still within one hour's drive, he ventured a little more into the boundaries of Squalo's patience.

Ironically, dealing with the annoyed silverette felt exactly the same way as dealing with an annoyed girlfriend, and if there was one thing Lambo had indeed mastered, that was the mystic art of dealing with annoyed women (Squalo would certainly kill him if he heard Lambo saying that to his face).

The young man carefully cleared his throat.

"If Xanxus sent you here…. That must mean that he already knew, didn't he? I mean, that you have some old stuff to settle with the old Giordano."

"Voooi, don't push your luck, brat. I've already said there's nothing to know." Squalo replied while eyeing idly outside the car. He looked like he didn't even have any interest in the subject. "I don't have a fucking idea what your shitty brain is conjecturing, right now, and I don't give a single fuck about it. Just make sure your trashy mouth don't let any of them escape, or I'll have to fucking cut your damn tongue, got it? You don't want me to fucking cut your damn tongue, do you?"

Ignoring the menace, Lambo kept on going on. "Uhm, I've just known Xanxus for a very long time, since we were both kids. I know how vicious that man can be, so if he actually has sent you here while being fully aware of… well, let's say, your issues that must have some kind of importance to him. Because he's always been that kind of man, for as long as I can remember."

There, Lambo had thrown the bone. The question was whether the silverette would grab it or pay no attention to it. Or snap the hell out and cut his damn tongue.

Squalo still wasn't saying a word, however, Lambo could tell, there was a significant change in his traits: the long haired man gave the impression he was a little more impatient, with his furrowed eyebrows, his finger tapping on the car door, and his lips which would alternately curl in a nearly unnoticeable pout or stretch in a somehow comical grimace.

That night, Lambo was a lucky man because Squalo at last loosened them. "V-voi…" He mumbled. "For how long did you say you've known Xanxus?"

Ah, the fish has taken the bait, the thought crossed Lambo's mind as he tried to restrain himself from grinning.

"Since we were still kids, back in Sicily." Lambo answered. To this, Squalo actually got a pretty nice reaction: the frown on his pretty face was gone, and he was now listening avidly to the younger male. "Well, not exactly kids. Xanxus was already a teenager when I was only a kid from his neighborhood. Our families have established… uhm… harmonious relationships, if I may say. As much as two rival families in Sicily could. Ah, when I say 'rivals', it's not as if the Bovinos could compete at the same level as the Vongolas, though. They were the big shots in the town while we were just doing classic rackets, nothing very huge, nothing to brag about. My family ultimately got swallowed by them. I don't really feel any grudge against the Vongolas, though. It has happened way before I was born. But because of that, me and my family members had always seen Xanxus as some kind of young Master, you know. The little prince of the place… Oh, sorry, I should have been talking about Xanxus and now I'm babbling about myself… Do you want me to continue? I guess you must have had enough of that kind of stories for today…"

"It's not that…" Squalo grunted then paused. "He's never told me anything. About his past."

And in spite of that, you still decided to follow him, blindly, was what Lambo wanted to say, but he didn't. So, Squalo was that kind of person… It was kind of endearing.

"However I'm surprised. You've been living with Xanxus yet you didn't ask him anything about his childhood? Mmh, yeah, it's not truly Boss's type to talk about himself, too. So it can't be helped, maybe."

While he was talking, Lambo was still watching out for any change in the silverette's mood. That man truly would have made many professors in Psychology happy; it wasn't as though the long haired man was neither extremely expressive nor emotive, but that made even the smallest transformation displayed on his features even more interesting and easily perceptible. Squalo must be very bad at poker.

In any case, Lambo was watching him. Right after Lambo mentioned his complete obliviousness of his own lover's past life, Squalo's face did a complete 180 from earlier; every signs of interests had been replaced by some sort of hesitation, mixed with a hint of uneasiness from the silverette. So finally, it was a no? Too bad.

"Oh, we're almost there." Lambo noted out loud, that way immediately bringing the previous conversation to an end. "If you don't mind, we'll have this talk later, okay?" In fact, their house was only one street away. Thirty seconds later, the car pulled up near a coffee shop which, even if it was way past midnight, was still open.

They got out. It was dark and chilly outside and in spite of all the layers of clothes, Squalo was shivering like crazy. He was walking fast before Lambo, so fast the latter could barely follow him.

"Mr. Squalo, you don't have to run!" Lambo literally yelled at him. "The ground is very wet, you're going to slip and fall!"

"Voi, I'm not, you fucking trash!" Squalo yelled back. "If if stay here longer than that, I'll fucking die from the cold! Fuck, I hate this place!"

And just like this, the silverette kept on thrashing while walking ahead of the younger male. He was walking, almost running despite Lambo's warning, however few meters before arriving, Squalo slowed down. Lambo tried to understand what had caused that sudden change in the other man's behavior, and that's when he noticed that black limousine parked in front of their building, with a dark and tall shape standing next to it – more than likely a man, who had his back to them. At the miniscule red light hovering around the man's head and the thin white smoke escaping from that area, Lambo guessed that the stranger was smoking.

His old reflexes kicking in, Lambo instinctively brought his hand to his waistband, to where there should have been a hostler only few years ago, when things in NYC weren't as peaceful as today. On the other hand, Squalo resumed his walking, now with an expression of sheer surprise on his face.

"Xanxus!" He exclaimed in a quiet whisper as he progressed faster.

"Wait... Xanxus! You fucking bastard, can't you- aah! Wait, I say!" Squalo was complaining while the raven was greedily devouring his cold and reddish lips.

Right from the moment he caught him in the street, the tanned man literally didn't let go of his grip on the silver head's slender body till they reached the bed. This had resulted in some causalities, since until they got inside Squalo's bedroom, many parts of their body – head, limbs, back – had bumped on different and very heteroclite places: they bumped on a newspaper rack outside, they bumped on the bannister, then when they finally got on the right floor, when he tried to open the door, Squalo's head severely hit its angle; and then when they finally got inside, it was his back's turn to knock on the kitchen's central island (it made the long haired man grunt with anger, but his whining was rapidly covered by the raven's hungry mouth).

But in the bedroom, things were completely different.

Squalo turned the lights down and, and in that short interval of time Xanxus let go of him, he had already taken half of his clothes off (which actually wasn't that relevant, since he had put so many layers before leaving the house). Nonetheless, things weren't going as fast as how Xanxus wanted them to.

Just like a brooding thirty year old or so child, he left Squalo's warm and tender mouth to bury his face in the latter's nape which was peeking temptingly under a half undone shirt, making the long and silky mane brush his heated forehead.

Slowly but surely, the taller man was getting intoxicated with that peculiar scent of the silverette – that familiar, sweet, fresh and woody scent of his. He could stay like this, forever, with his head buried in that hair like alien bloom, breathing on top of that soft and pale skin, the cool of it strangely contrasting with the burning of his palms.

Yes, the silverette had always been weak to the cold; now it seemed like his body was still carrying the chilliness from the streets – as though he had just bathed in the icy water of some underground, surreal river, as though Squalo himself was an inhabitant of such an unearthly place, some kind of half-human, half-monster being, a merman that had lured the raven to come down, farther in, for deeper the water, the sweeter the sin.

In a moment of complete intoxication, Xanxus could swear he could feel the other male's cool breath on his shoulder, his arms around him warm and wet pulling the raven beneath, to his own madness…

He couldn't believe only not having the silverette for few days near him made him feel that way. Or, rather yes, he could. After all, he had a very long history of addiction to many legal (and illegal) substances as well – he had learnt his lesson; you never know what you got till it's gone.

But damn, Xanxus loved that. He loved everything he found in the silver haired man that he didn't have in himself – that is, the calmness, the dangerous respite he got in Squalo's arms, and the unbreakable certainty that what he had in his hands at that moment was his and his only, that it was something he had earned with his own strength, by his own willpower, and the insurance of having at least that one thing that would actually last in his life.

Crap, everything was getting to his head.

And to his dick.

"Aan… Xanxus… Ngh!" Squalo muttered sweetly in his ears when two eager hands slid in his pants to fondle with his butt cheeks. "Voi, let me get a shower first. You, too, don't you need one? You've just arrived here, didn't you?"

"I don't need one, you stupid trash." Eyeing blatantly the undulating movement of the long haired man's butt, Xanxus replied.

"Yes, you do! Mmn…" Squalo suddenly bit his tongue and pulled harder at Xanxus' shoulders. The latter had his raging one grinding feverishly on his lower half still trapped on his pants, also already pretty hard. Finally, he couldn't hold his voice and moaned louder, much to Xanxus' delight. He moved faster against the silver head. "Xanxus! Aa… So hard… Ah! Mmh!"

Those whimpering were music to the raven's ears. He loved Squalo's lewdness. Who would have guessed, one year ago, when he was crashing at the silverette's place, shamelessly emptying his fridge and piling up trash in his living room, that that same man who was sighing with consternation at him when he got back from work, yelling at him for making a mess of his house, and yet letting him stay and literally feed him and nurse him when the raven was in a complete wreckage…

Nothing about the long haired man was neither typical nor predictable. Hey, who seriously would have done all of that for him, a man he didn't even know at that time? Who? There was absolutely nothing for the silver head to gain helping him.

Sometimes, when he was half dead drunk in the silverette's couch, back in "their" apartment, Squalo on his right quietly watching some stupid TV program (a silent evening consensus for them), Xanxus would cast a discreet (as discreet as his drunk ass could) at him. Of course, his severely damaged brain cells couldn't think much at times like that.

What his poor diminished cognitive skills could grasp, though, was a glossy, silvery mane that looked as ridiculously long as it smelled nice, limbs slender and gracious moving like an ethereal entity, and a heavy, dignified expression that did bizarrely match with harmonious features, grey orbs that looked like they had seen all the misery of the world, framed by thick and beautiful silver lashes.

Was it because he was, what did he say again…. Into swordsmanship that his body could move so gracefully before the raven's eyes? That didn't make sense. Even if he wasn't a fucking connoisseur in fencing and shit, Xanxus honestly has never ever met a man whose movement of the arm only could have him hypnotized, enthralled like never before.

Without him knowing, Xanxus was yearning for that body. Without him knowing, that presence became indispensable for him.

However, that night, in that bedroom that wasn't his, such noble and decent thoughts weren't the ones occupying Xanxus' mind.

In a sudden urge to monopolize the silverette, Xanxus pushed the latter again, but this time instead of bumping into some hard surface, Squalo's back met a soft and cozy mattress.

"Vooi, Xanxus," Squalo tried to scold his lover as the latter got on top of him, quickly unbuttoning his shirt in the process, "what's gotten into you? You didn't tell me you were coming today. Did something happen in Italy? Xanxus…!"

Squalo squirmed beneath the raven when he felt his pants being taken off. He showed no resistance when Xanxus' forcefully spread his legs wide open. No, on the contrary, the grey orbs were glistening in the dimness with lust and want. Squalo is always particularly motivated when it comes to that kind of thing.

"Horny bastard." He grinned.

"Right back at you, you bitch in heat. And stop fucking grinning. What am I, a fucking clown to make you fucking laugh?"

This made the long haired man frantically laugh. "Yeah, but that's pretty convenient for you, that I'm going into heat."

That feral laugh made the hair on the back of the raven's neck stand up.

Thrilling.

Similar to a wild cat, Squalo raised form the bed and hooked his arms around his Boss' neck, and started enthusiastically kissing him with the same fierce Xanxus had showed earlier. 'I'll leave everything to you' was the meaning behind the silver haired man's submissive behavior.

Xanxus was quick to comply. He roughly grabbed Squalo's heated and now fully exposed shaft and began pumping it up and down, up and down, each pump eliciting a moan of satisfaction from the other man. Squalo's whispery voice was getting lighter and lighter, his hand gripping hard pillows and sheets behind his head, his erection growing harder and now with precum trickling from the tip of his dick.

"But you won't come just like that, won't you?" locking his ruby irises with Squalo's ones, he asked. Their faces were so close Xanxus felt Squalo's breath hitting his lips, mixing with his own. "Trash, get on top."

Sulking (he probably was expecting the tanned man to do something else), Squalo obeyed and climbed to sit on Xanxus' lap. The dark man's own arousal, still trapped in his pants, was now poking at his perineum, hot and swollen and demanding.

"Voi, that was fast. Didn't get enough lately? Or you missed me that much?" Still grinning, the silverette rubbed his lower half to the concealed bulge. It was infuriating.

'So what if I did?' Xanxus wanted to say, but somehow those words sounded a little bit too romantic for a man like him. "Hurry your stupid ass up, damn trash." Yeah, that sounded more like him.

Of course, Squalo would never disappoint his Boss. Long and nervous fingers went to unbuckle and unzip the raven's pants, before pulling his boxer down, thus freeing Xanxus' proud and engorged member which had literally sprung outside. Squalo was watching the whole scene like a kid watching a candy shop. Xanxus almost cursed when the same fingers began teasing his red and erected shaft, the thumb thoughtfully massaging the backside of it while the tip of the index was pushing in the slit.

Slowly (or was it only Xanxus' imagination?), Squalo brought both their arousals together and, wrapping his hands around them, stroked the needy members together, faster and faster until they were fully covered with his own sleek, thick juice.

"Don't you fucking keep me waiting, you motherfucking scum."

It was more and more maddening. Xanxus didn't want to admit it, but a little more of that teasing and he was pretty sure he would burst without even getting to the main part. But well, that's what's happening when you let the silver haired man be a little selfish.

Fortunately for the tanned man, after few long and excruciating strokes, the smaller man finally got on his knees; that way he was almost a head taller than the raven – which allowed the river-like hair to pour lustfully on the latter's skin. As he guided the taller man to his entrance, Squalo certainly felt him twitch nervously in his hand since he didn't let go of his shaft the whole time.

"Aa…aan! Too big…" Eyebrows furrowing painfully, Squalo softly whimpered.

The ring of muscles gently took Xanxus' burning tip inside, willingly opening itself to welcome the tanned man's whole length. Inside, it was maddeningly hot and soft and tight in the same time. Squalo's walls were clenching around Xanxus; the throbbing simply unbearable, making his own blood pump faster, his back shiver with excitement. The sensation was exhilarating, almost too much for him to keep his cool. Xanxus could literally hear his blood thumping in his head as he watched the thin and pallid naked body going down on him, arching and quivering and just too fucking willing.

"Fuck." Xanxus finally lost it and started wildly moving under the silverette, moving fast, so fast that Squalo almost lost his balance. The raven had to pull his legs behind his back since they were now completely useless.

Squalo's breath was getting louder, his eyes couldn't focus on anything in particular, however just at the desperate gripping of his legs Xanxus felt around his back, the look of pure bliss on his face, and the gradual clasping of his ass, just all of that was enough to tell the raven that he was feeling it hard. Muttered words of bliss finally broke through the silverette's lips. "Xanxus… Aah! Xanxus! Feels good! Hah… Do it more… Ngh… More, Xan-... Ah…?"

Xanxus didn't like that position. Instead, he had got on his back, so that now Squalo was completely laying on top of him – but this didn't last long. A hard shoving from below made Squalo arch his back, a muffled cry of pleasure escaping his mouth. Now he had his butt shaking feebly, raising and lowering to meet Xanxus' thrusts, his thighs hitting the raven's, while the latter was devouring with his hungry eyes the pinkish skin of his chest, while his hands were one after the other grabbing firmly at the soft flesh of his ass then fondling with the long haired male's nipples.

And damn, he was close. They both were. At that moment, all Xanxus could think about was his next release, what would happen the day after, he didn't give a damn about. They were only two hot messes both craving for each other. Nothing else mattered; to hell his previous worries.

Squalo moaned, "Xanxus… It feels so good… I'm close… I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum…I'm cumming… Cumming… Cumm-!"

The tanned man gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure on his neither parts getting atrociously agonizing. "Shit, yeah, I know."

Okay, at any rate, it wasn't not as if he had to quit after one go, was it? He still had the whole night to wreck that trash's ass.

TBC