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Xanxus gritted his teeth and slammed down his crystal glass cup, the fiery liquid within sloshing up dangerously as he directed an equally fiery look to the strong figure leaning on the far windowsill, arms of corded muscle crossed as dark cobalt was tussled by a slight wind.

"You're being stubborn."

Daiki didn't respond, golden encrusted amber staring steadfastly out the huge window that dominated the wall. He had been like that for the three days of his return, the Sky having confined him to the Varia quarters- or more specifically, his own.

"How long are you going to sulk, trash?" Xanxus scowled, his jacket billowing as he stormed across the room, boots heavy against the floor.

Hot fingers clamped onto the Sun's strong jaw, dragging his face to come around to the Sky's bloody wine eyes glaring down at flat amber, the elder of their pair keeping his face in a cold closure. There was no heat to singe his body, no threat to buzz in his nerves, no curl of the lip to pump liquid fire. Just a cold slate.

Daiki's lips parted after a moment, and the Sky perked in interest, perhaps a bit of hope, before the Sun let out a quiet breath and pushed off the sill. He brushed past the Mafia teen without so much as a word and walked soundlessly up to the solid oak, four poster king bed that had been painstakingly forced into the wrathful Sky's room. Toeing off his shoes, the silenced boy crawled onto the luxury mattress and settled for the night, curled on his side, back to his watcher.

Xanxus bared his teeth at the imposing back, wrenching the window shut and irritably kicked off his heavy boots, the leather pieces flying across the room to thud against the door. Giving a huff in the back of his throat, the wrathful Sky trudged over to the occupied bed and rounded the other side, effectively ruining the efforts put in place to ignore him.

A flash went through the younger teen's mind, a winter-chilled night and a wall to scale, the comfort of a body warmed bed and the begrudged acceptance into familiar arms.

The sheets were Egyptian and a thread count that could make a nobel faint, but for years they were cold when he came to them after hours in the snow, they didn't carry the same heavy scent that was adopted during golden eyed sleep, nor was there a weight that slanted across his waist.

Since his birthday, the Sky had lured many a man and woman between his sheets, a feeble, last-ditch effort to replicate the all-consuming atmosphere that he wished to bathe in at all moments of the day. However they all fell short, all did too much or not enough, pandering to the Vongola Heir or the attractive young catch.

In the end, they were kicked from his haven at impromptu and ungodly hours of the night once Xanxus deemed them useless to the cause.

Now, however, as he looked down as the stubbornly closed eyes of the Sun, he could already feel the contentment seeping into his bones, warm smell of the sleeping other filling his senses as he crawled closer. He lowered himself and forced the strong arms in front of him open, a soundless grunt of annoyance leaving his bed partner as he settled himself against the warmth, puppeteering the limbs to close around him, their grip falling loose as soon as his control released.

Despite their loosened state, they ultimately remained to bind him, albeit, hesitantly. The breath that washed over his skin faltered only minutely, and then there was weight, a begrudged curling that enshrouded the Sky in a spiteful embrace, making the wrathful teen smile in the shadows of their forms and nestle in closer.

"You like to kick up a fuss, but in the end you let me in." He scoffed, victory dripping from his words in a golden dribble.

Daiki shifted, the hand draped along the Sky's back carving nails into tanned flesh in a lazy warning.

"Shut up, Xanxus."


The voice of the Varia Sky boomed through the halls of the Vongola Headquarters, the shout grating and rough with rage and held an edge of hysteria.

"Where is he!?"

Feet pounded marble, hardwood and carpeted floors, Varia low ranks frantically looking for a 'he', some 'he' that they had never seen nor heard of. All that the black clad men and women knew that if they didn't find the man, they weren't going to live to see the next sunrise.

Daiki, himself, glanced over his shoulder at the building of the Vongola Headquarters, his bag of things in his hand as he shrugged, only having faintly heard the roar of the Sky. He was wondering how long it would take for Xanxus to notice his disappearance, though he must say, he kind of hoped it would be detected faster. But, oh well, not his problem anymore.

The rogue Sun hummed quietly to himself as he continued through the courtyard of the Vongola land, high hedges and flourishing flora scaping the area pleasantly in the shadow of a crescent moon, giving something to view as he made his steady escape.

"It's a nice place isn't it?" Lussuria crooned, coming out from behind a bush.

Daiki cast the feminine man a look, arms tensing and the metal binding his wrists hugging closer at the flex.

"Yes," He agreed, nodding slightly. "It is."

The Varia bonded Sun smiled and opened his arms, a loud, dramatically wistful sigh leaving him as he spun around the tense fellow Flame, amber encrusted gold following the way his feather lined coat billowed. His sunglasses flashed with moonlight, head tilted back to take in the countryside sky, black canvas alight with pinpricks of dazzlement.

"Aren't they beautiful?" He asked, reaching up gloved hands to the inky oblivion. "The stars."

Daiki glanced up, catching the view in golden orbs.

"What we see is light that has long since left its source," The teen breathed, "Most of what you are calling beautiful, is long since dead."

Lussuria didn't seem at all deterred by the harsh words, his smile remaining as he inhaled a long breath of cooled air, floral perfumes wafting about.

"Is that so bad?" He hummed, tilting his head to direct a shielded gaze at the younger Sun. "Does it take away from the view?"

Daiki didn't glance this time, he looked. Head tilted back and throat exposed as he examined the higher plains, almost tricking himself into seeing texture in the void's expanse.

"I...Suppose not."

The crunch of gravel approached him slowly, gentle and clear, until he felt the radiation of warmth coming next to him.

"This is the part where you ask me to go back?"

"Haha," Lussuria laughed, his voice grating, but not intentionally. "If you wouldn't mind. He'll be hard to calm down otherwise."

Daiki sighed and looked over his shoulder at the illuminated building, the faint sounds of a rampaging teen and his hundreds of henchmen still reverberating from the distance.

"He's fucking intolerable." The rogue Sun scoffed, turning and making his way to his hissing thief.

Before he made it far, however, he paused, and sent his gaze to the still observing Lussuria. He cupped his hands around his lips and shouted out to him, not caring about being quiet anymore, now that he no longer aimed for escape.

"You've had a spider in your hair this whole time!"

The manly shrieks that followed were his accompanying symphony of return, the warm and hectic atmosphere of the Vongola Headquarters opening up to him as he stepped through, masked ranks glancing at him in caution and hostility.

"Tell Xanxus that he can stop whining, I just went out for a walk." He huffed.


Across the hearth heated space of the second living room, Daiki sighed and rolled liquid gold eyes, reclined into the lush couch he had claimed solely for himself that evening, the warm fragrance of burning wood filling the room in a cosy manner, creating a relaxing atmosphere that tempted him with a late afternoon napping.

That was, well, if Xanxus wasn't kicking up a fucking fuss again.

Wine eyes flashed with aggravation and distaste as his father's men attempted to coo him into his bath. He didn't need urging, he wasn't any sort of ripe, another day without being forced into the water and go through the process wouldn't devastate the fucking underground.

He huffed and ranted, but both he and his rich eyed observer knew the real reason for his reluctance. The habits drilled into the past thief were still fresh in his blood, the avoidance of bathing during the winter was a main one, with the risk of illness following the submersion of water both biting cold and of dubious origins.

Bloody ruby and precious amber clashed across the room, the air hot with the hearth between them as they sat in lazing positions, tension clawing at the undersides of their masks. Copper skin shone with Promethean fire, his uniform foregone for more comfortable clothing, donated and forced onto his frame by the larger Sun.

"Please Xanxus, just a quick one-"

"Oh my God." Daiki snapped, ending the back and forth the two had shared.

The men jumped at the gravelled voice, either having forgotten the presence of the unnamed being or surprised that they would interfere.

Xanxus felt the pressure before it actually happened, the cold clasp of the rogue Sun's hands a welcome pain as he was all but ripped from his little throne, his hip knocking against a table edge as the elder dragged him from the room. His lips twitched with thrill as his eyes widened, carnal delight singing in his blood as an electric current streamed through their skins, fire dancing upon fire.

The Daiki he knew was showing through again. The godly monster that reigned in the consciousness of Wrath was coming to claim his barbed crown.

His breath picked up as he was bodily thrown into the tiled wall of the bathroom, cranium cracking against the hard surface and dousing him with a sharp pain. Closing his eyes against the starlight that danced in his vision, he waited for the breathlessness that would arrive, the hands that would conduct him and constrict, bring forth the sweet bile to his tongue as he gasped fruitlessly.

The door slammed shut with a resounding thunderclap, floor shaking with the ferocity, and the frame groaning in pain.

Xanxus stared, mind slowly piecing together his loneliness, a towel discarded on the floor and his spare clothes dropped haphazardly without a care.

The throne was empty still. The crown still waited to be coronated.

Xanxus blew up the sink.