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Xanxus opened his eyes immediately upon awakening. He stared clearly at the shifting space before his nose, watching the way it rose with breath, before letting out his own exhale, matching that of the slumbering Sun.
He sighed and laid in the warm, consuming embrace of the baker, feeling arms that had tightened subconsciously through the night and the press of them against his body. Ears strained in the silence, a quiet, heavy thud reaching him to allow his mind the rhythm of the rogue's heart, a steadfast thing without reign.
Xanxus glanced up at the sleeping other, before ever so carefully shuffling in closer, scenting the unique fragrance copper-tan had taken on in his slumber. He rested his head on Daiki's shoulder, slow exhales brushing the shell of his ear and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in sensation. He stopped when Daiki shifted, a deep groan escaping the Sun's vocals as if he had been disturbed. Xanxus watched with a low down desire for the man to remain in ignorance and sleep, but kept silent as golden amber cracked open, peering down at him in aggravation.
"Why are you moving so much?" He grumbled, rolling onto his back and patting around for his phone. "Fucking hell, it's only three."
He bared his teeth at the flux screen before tossing the device back onto the side table, hissing a curse indirectly at the Sky. Daiki scowled and turned back onto his side, wine eyes retaining their unaffected state as an arm coiled around the Wrath and dragged him without regard into the Sun.
Daiki huffed and arranged himself until he was comfortable again, a rumble of harsh warning leaving his throat as he threatened Xanxus against moving.
The Sky inhaled deeply, trapped under a heavy weight with the Sun mostly atop him, though still on their sides. He enjoyed it, however, the molten body heat that made him sweat and the mingling of scents that came with the skin upon skin. Xanxus sighed and relaxed, his arms coming out and curling around the form, denying with every breath how his lips bowed into a smile, nose buried into the baker's shoulder.
Daiki remained unmoved as he sat across from the Varia Lightning, the large man's face screwed up with concentration and stress as he drilled his eyes into the chessboard before him, baren of white pieces, and dominated by an army of black. The Sun fingered at his ivory graveyard as he waited for the Mafia man to make his turn, spinning the Queen absently between his fingers.
"Ha!" Leviathan shouted, eyes lighting up as he moved his last Knight to cover his King.
Daiki looked the board over and shifted his Rook.
"Check."
All victory drained from the Lightning and he slumped, grumbling lowly as he tried to cover the piece again by moving his Knight.
"Can't do that. Check." Daiki breathed, not having lifted his hands from his graveyard.
Leviathan scowled retraced his move, going over it again with renewed tension, gritting his teeth with aggravation, arms crossed and back hunched. Daiki watched quietly, not disturbing his thoughts, and looked off to the side, pursing his lips when he saw Belphegor hanging upside down on the couch, feet pointing to the ceiling in boredom.
"Shishishishishi, just admit defeat, Levi, Ottone's got you caught." The Storm snickered.
"Hush Bel." The rogue Sun murmured, "He's doing very well, Leviathan's only just learnt how to play."
"Ha, it only took the prince an hour to master chess."
"And well done to you, but Leviathan is not you." Daiki sighed, looking back to the board.
The Lightning shrunk a little but moved his Pawn, sighing when it was also taken.
"Checkmate."
"Hm." He huffed, looking off. "I expected as much."
"Do you want to play something else?"
This made the man perk up, before he quickly dampened it and glared off to the side.
"I can play poker."
Belphegor sat up and slunk over to the table, grinning all the way as he produced cards from within a drawer. The door burst open and the Sun of their Family streaked into the room, crying out to the summons of the cards.
"Of course, I will be playing too." Mammon huffed, floating onto the scene.
Daiki glanced around at the new players, before sighing and directing them all to sit on the floor, the game table too small for the gained party.
"How many of you are going to try to cheat?" He asked, shuffling the cards in his hands.
"Shishishishishi."
"Notice that I said 'try', Bel."
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Xanxus scowled when he came into the room, taking in the stripped-down nature of his Guardians, only Mammon and Daiki holding their pride.
"You're an embarrassment." He groaned, getting a whine from Lussuria and Leviathan.
Squalo had long since turned on his heel and escaped the room.
"Don't even try it." Daiki huffed, still kneading the heel of his palm into a fresh batch of dough.
Xanxus paused his reaching for the cooling rack and scowled, crossing his arms in annoyance at being caught again.
"You really haven't changed much at all, have you?" He sighed, an almost fond note to his words.
Xanxus glanced to him, before moving over and handing the baker a bag of chocolate. Amber encrusted gold looked to insistent ruby, a quick message going through, before the rogue sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, I'll make you some choc chip biscuits."
The Sky's nod contained the barest of bounces, his craving for Yamaguchi style chocolate long since unsatisfied. He managed to hide it well, but Daiki could see how giddy he appeared as he sat on the stool across the counter, watching the baker work on his treat.
And Daiki hated to call it 'cute'.
Lussuria chattered away at Daiki in the small room, steam rising from the bath as the Varia Sun sorted through items and bottles.
"So, this is very good for the skin - especially if you've got the sensitive type. Oh, and this is great to get any impurities out and decrease stress levels."
"Okay." Daiki hummed plainly, but not disliking the enthusiasm the Sun showed.
"You're about to do that one big exam, yeah?"
"Two hour one." He nodded, making his fellow Flame hum in understanding.
"Use the de-stressing one."
Daiki thanked him quietly and took the salts, tinted pale blue, before disrobing, shrugging off the layers. Lussuria helped him the last few inches out of his binder before promising to send them to the staff to wash, getting a nod from the younger Sun.
A groan rippled from deep within Daiki's throat as he submerged himself in the poor excuse of a bath, its circle diameter large enough for him to lay completely flat along the bottom, let alone propped up on the slanted sides. He had missed the near scalding temperature of the baths in Japan, the Watanabe's private bath house being his favourite from when he had visited years ago, Italy never quite did it the same.
The Sun hummed to himself before reaching for the salts bottle and pouring a palmful in, watching it slowly dissolve as he screwed the cap back into place, the water slowly blooming hydrangea blue. He looked around for a moment, surveying the scene, before ducking his head a little and playing with the water's surface, making the flats ripple and wave.
"I am the Avatar." He muttered to himself childishly, splashing about in the large bath.
The teen continued the play for a while, creating whirles of powder blue and currents of cornflower. A small smile came to his lips as he cupped his hands, rivers of atmosphere dribbling down his arms before being unceremoniously dropped back into the waters.
There was a knock at the door.
Golden encrusted amber slashed across the room to the frame, narrowing them in suspicion, before Daiki relaxed and leant back against the edge of the bath.
Xanxus didn't wait for a response before he unlocked the door and pushed it open, tossing the key onto the counter in a show of victory.
"You apparently don't care for common decency." Daiki sighed, closing his eyes from the room. "At least close the door."
The Sky grunted but obliged and blocked out the rest of the world, sealing them away and only allowing ruby pools to drink up the scene of the Sun in a liquid sky. He watched the tiny grains of the horizon wash over copper-tan skin, little galaxies of granules painting across the hill of Daiki's bust.
"Now that you're here, what do you plan on doing?" He asked, catching an undissolved crystal and examining it in the light.
"It's been a long time," Xanxus started, instead of answering. "Since I've seen you without your disguise."
Daiki glanced at him.
"Since when was it a disguise?"
Xanxus didn't change his expression.
"Have you really become a boy then?"
Daiki cracked a smirk, before turning back to the salt crystal between his fingers. A little pressure was all it took for the Sun to crush the sky fractal.
The Sky narrowed his eyes for a moment, before shrugging off his jacket and letting it pool on the floor without a thought, his shirt and pants coming next, boots kicked to the side. Untangling the feathers from his hair, blue jay wings fluttering as they fell, he walked across the room and grasped the edge of the, lowering himself into the water.
Daiki stared at him for a moment, before huffing and shaking his head, eyes becoming closed as he exhaled.
Xanxus watched the other soak in the blue-tinted water, thoughts stirring in his mind as he observed the shape the other's body took on after the years. His arms were laid across the rim of the bath, opening the Sun's form for inspection and steam, volcanic bloodstone dragging rivets of appreciation down bronze skin. His form was a balance of feminine and masculine, easily mistakable for one or the other, depending on the lighting of one's perspective, perhaps a third could be added to the mix. Daiki's breath made the sky they bathed in ripple and the celestial pattern across his breasts shift their constellations.
He observed for a few more moments, the Sun submerged in the empyrean, before getting to his hands and knees, chest dipping into the azure as he crawled closer. He paused as his knees bracketed Daiki's legs, waiting for some sort of reaction, rejection, but none came. Xanxus closed the void between their warmth, before laying himself against the form cast in copper, his head resting against a bronze clavicle.
Honey drooling gold looked down at him as he gazed heavenward with bleeding ruby, just waiting for pain to befall him for touching the other's skin, waiting for a bite, a sting, an ache or a burn. An Arctic hand pressed to his back, their dark skins dotted with blue, before nails gnawed at his flesh, soon balmed by gentle strokes of Daiki's palm. Xanxus relaxed into the Sun, feeling pressure against his pectorals that came with the embrace of a female body, drinking in the warmth of the atmosphere.
He hissed as the crescents cut into his back stung, the stolen Sun washing the Wrath's lacerated back with firmament. Vermillion lips twitched at the noise, before nails dug the salts in a new, making the Sky reciprocate the clawing along the rogue's own back, a sharp growl rumbling in his ear as an empty warning. Xanxus made his own snarl as a response, but it too carries little threat, the actions carrying more like feral dogs making conversation in the only way they knew how.
"Xanxus."
Daiki spoke after a moment of mindless washing, still running his fingers along the plains of the Sky's back, drawing the Wrath from his dozing.
"Hm?" He hummed, relishing in the feeling, the bite of salt and the stroke of calloused skin.
"Nothing...Just wanted to say it."
Xanxus looked up at the Sun out of the corner of his eye before settling in closer, the water sloshing about as he pressed their flesh flush.
"Daiki."
"Yes?"
"Nothing. Just wanted to say it."
