(X) Chapter Warning: Sexual Content (X)


Word Count: 3,407


"Ottone~! Shishishishishi!"

"Yes, yes, Bel, I see you."

Daiki sighed a breath, the air hot with June, Varia gardens alive with wildlife and the 'cheerful' Belphegor who chased after Mammon, his knives falling to the ground as they passed through the rogue Arcobaleno harmlessly. The book in his lap laid open at another poem, the pages thick with stanza and paragraphs, annotations and tags scrawled in the margins in pen and pencil.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Lussuria hummed with a tray, coming to sit beside him on the shaded little bench, nestled beneath a liquid amber.

"Not at all." He responded, helping the Sun down with his clutter, the tray coming to rest between them.

"Thank you, lovely."

They shared a short glance and continued to set up their refreshments, the fruity taste a nice accompaniment to the summer, fine china catching soft light.

"You're awfully subdued today." Daiki commented, watching the relaxed movements of the other.

"Ah, it must be the hot weather, must be making me sleepy." The older sighed, reclining into the bench, exuding an aura of calm. "Only one more exam for you, right?"

"Yes," Daiki nodded, accepting a cup of sweet, cold tea. "It's a group of essays which require related texts."

"I guess you've already chosen them then?" The Varia Sun giggled, sipping at the china.

The copper cast man made a note in the back of his throat before closing his book, reclining into the bench and closing his eyes.

"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul."

His voice carried softly as he remembered the words, speaking them with subtle emotion, Lussuria listening with a gentle smile as he drank his tea. The lines spilt from his lips in controlled, woven waves, gently washing against ears as he rhymes and recited.

"It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul."

Daiki opened his eyes finally and turned his golden gaze on the Sun.

"I think it will work well enough for the prescribed text." He hummed.

"I think you'll do very well in your exams, Daiki." The Varia Sun nodded, getting a huff of amusement.

"Thank you, Lussuria."

"Call me Sis." The smiling Mafia breathed. "If you want to."

Daiki blinked at him, before slowly smiling into his cup, his cheeks gaining a pleased colour as his eyes softened.

"Okay, Sis."

"Read me another one of your poems?" The older man requested, refilling their sweet, chilled teas.

"Of course."

"...And round about the keel with faces pale,
Dark faces pale against that rosy flame,
The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came."


Xanxus gripped his pen in a torturous grip as he glared at the papers in front of him, bloodied ruby anchored to the page as he carved ink into the eggshell surface. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as the Sky grit his teeth, senses high with caution and glee's twisted spine as he felt the lazy drizzle of honey amber on the side of his face, the trailing sensation light on his cheek and rolling down his neck, leaving him biting down on the desire to shiver. The desk creaked as he pressed more weight down on it, conducting the rise of frustration through to the pricy wood as he distractedly completed questions, needing this done and the space between vermillion magma and languid aureate closed.

Daiki was strewn across their bed from a few paces across the room, strong, lithe form laid out on its stomach with a feline languishing. Clad in a thin shirt and women's night shorts that went not much lower than his hips, the Sun, carved from brass and gold, shone with a thin layer of perspiration, the nocturnal phase still humid and warm, binder foregone for the night and safe company. Auriferous orbs, hooded in a powerful laze, watched the Sky, aura absolutely pulsing with satisfaction as he observed the younger restrain his instinctual squirming. Lips curled in a deep-seated satiation as he hummed a low, rich note, stretching out his spine as a groan rumbled in the room.

The Varia Sky sucked on his own tongue at the noise, angrily grinding his feet into the carpet as he took a deep breath, slowly relaxing, bathing in the attention of the usually dismissive Sun. He forced his hands to write the responses, proving to his curling observer that he was progressing as expected, before making a show of closing his texts and pushing the papers aside, standing in a fluid motion. The Wrath rolled his shoulders and cracked his back, grumbling as he shrugged off his jacket, the Varia uniform piece having been the only cloth covering his top half.

Out of the corner of lustrous ruby, he could make the peripheral of the copper cast form, and the way gold plated bronze followed the arch of his spine, before turning away and focusing on the far lamp. Xanxus scowled at the dismissal, but followed the unspoken request, reaching for the switch, shutting the light to a single illumination by the bed.

"I'm going to sleep now." Daiki spoke after a moment, the lamp casting him in a honeyed light. "Do as you will."

Xanxus took the words as an invitation and strode forwards, perhaps twisting his body with too much interest as he reached the bed, crawling onto the sheets as the Sun arranged himself, letting vermillion lips twist into a smirk when the older found himself under a cage of limbs.

Daiki thinned his lips in an unimpressed and apathetic manner up at the looming Sky, however, made no move against the action.

"I want to sleep." He repeated, not so much as flinching when a hand settled on his clavicle and thumbed at the hollowed dip.

"I don't want you to." Xanxus huffed, trailing his fingers down over the rise of the other's bust, pausing at the rightmost focal point, taking pleasure in feeling out the risen, softer surface through the material, eyeing how thin shorts rose on one side.

Daiki pursed his lips, before slamming his fist into the Sky's solar plexus, the Wrath heaving in shock, arms buckling as he dropped down onto the Sun. Xanxus coughed and winced as his abdomen throbbed, but only huffed in aggravation, growling into Daiki's ear as they were rolled onto their side and situated for sleep.

"You say that like you have a choice." The Sun grumbled, tucking the head of spiky locks under his chin.


There were bodies scattered around the room, men groaning as their wounds pulsed with white fire pain, bones ground into gravel within their joints and noses bleeding and bent. They had pissed him off yet again, snivelling wretches that never learnt just how low they needed to bow to him, to Wrath. It made the air stink of iron and pain, his nose scrunching in distaste as he had gazed at the carnage, at the punishment, a hand creeping closer to his shoe only to have the phalanges crushed and snapped under his booted heel. He could feel nothing but apathetic rage, a monochromed red that bathed his vision and left it tinted with blood and fire, a deep-seated disgust for the weakness of those who thought themselves great bubbling with vicious integrity within the cauldron of his mind.

But when the door opened, it all stopped.

Xanxus was never one who was easy to distract or derail, but to him, Daiki commanded his attention at almost all moments. He watched with a rapt attention as the Sun surveyed the room, honey gilded gold dragging over the broken men.

Xanxus...Xanxus couldn't express the twist and convulsion of the moment Daiki turned his gaze on him. Couldn't tailor the phrases or stanzas to convey the sudden submersion, the all-consuming tidal rush that filled his lungs as gilded orbs took him in. He would never be able to perfectly or even quite define the emotion that arose from deep within him when he saw what Daiki did, how he looked at him.

He gazed at the Sky with such...recognition.

Acclimation. Appreciation. Plaudit.

It crashed down on the Sky and nearly made his legs buckle with the weight, with the heavy praise. He could feel the buzzing in the tips of his fingers as he relished in the blue moon's exaltation, breath heavy as he watched the Sun across the room.

Xanxus had made people proud before. His father, his brothers, his teachers, his allies. They had all been blown away by his skill when he had broken onto the scene, clawing together reputation from the streets, striving to make himself a home in the new world, but never, never did those accomplishments settle him. They never filled the void, the greed, the ambition. Those people made him lazy, made him not care in the least.

Daiki. Oh, Lotus. Lotus made him do more. Dragged him through the mud until he got back to his feet, even if the bones in them were broken, he had to walk. If he couldn't walk, then he had to crawl. He had to keep up, Daiki wasn't going to wait for him to follow, he wasn't going to pamper him or princess him like the Mafia did. Daiki wouldn't fan him if he got too hot, he'd force him onwards, tie him up and road haul him if Xanxus dared to hesitate or give into Sloth.

Daiki was merciless, but once it was done, once it was completed...Daiki would gently wipe the dried mud and dirt from his face and card his fingers through messy hair. And with an aching body, Xanxus would be able to turn and see what he had conquered, feel the victory, feel the pride. Then he'd turn again, and Daiki would gesture for him to follow, to climb the next mountain.

His Lotus made him work for the success, for the praise. His Lotus wouldn't hand over golden trophies or golden honey.

It made his heart pound, and his hands bundle, fury and frustration becoming laced with a narcotic and a dopamine, until he reached his hands out before him, the copper cast Lotus man standing beyond his grasp.

Then cold fingers brushed his palm, hesitantly, before lacing with his own hot ones.

Wine eyes widened and vermillion lips parted in an awed breath, sweet honey gold finally within arm's reach. He was frozen, completely paralysed as they came closer, their hands still clenched to each other in chains of flesh, until the moment of soft collision.

Lips, blushing with blood, moved against each other in the briefest of ways, glancing over their partner as they kissed at the air between them, volcanic wine and nectar gold never closing or losing their focus. The space between them was sweet with exhalant as they breathed, standing in the carnage of the room, barely conscious eyes watching them with fear and reverence.

His Lotus gazed at him for a moment, and then two, completely consuming his visage. And then he blinked, and stepped back. The spell was broken. The moment of victory, of success, was over. There was another mountain to climb.

But Xanxus had already given to Sloth, he wanted to rest at the peak for a little longer, wanted to bask in the sunlight for just a moment more. He wanted to relish in the Pride and shake the hand of Greed...so he grasped the body of Lust, and he dragged Daiki back to him.

His hands scalded the cold skin as he disregarded the space, forcing it closed as he split lips and tasted blood between them, licking at the wall of pearl, Daiki refusing him entrance even as he backed them up to a table, feeling the edge dig into his lower back. Items of high price and high history shattered onto the ground as the table rocked, the broken men on the floor groaning the loss, but Xanxus couldn't find it in him to care as he squeezed their still connected hands, tasting the sweetness of his Lotus, feeding on the narcotic nectar.

Daiki was unresponsive, but Xanxus didn't care, just having honeyed gold on him was enough. Feeling the warm drizzle of the nectar dripping down his jaw as he gazed up at them, eventually weaning himself from the sweetness to see a bridge of saliva break onto their chins.

To have his Lotus so close, to have tasted the sugary liquid, it drove him to new highs, the pulsing in his body loud in his ears as he breathed heavily. The Wrath wanted more, he demanded more of the being cast in gold and copper before him. Reaching up with his fiery hands, the Sky grasped the other's shoulders and forced him down on his knees, seeing an apathetic response to the positioning.

If Daiki were perhaps a bit more expressive in this moment, he might just have rolled his eyes at the Sky when the angle of a belt sounded out in the room, but he only blanked his face in exasperation and, in an almost bored manner, took the forcing of hot flesh into his mouth and made the Wrath curse seven unholy levels.

Xanxus knew exactly how vulnerable he was at that moment, no matter how it was portrayed or perceived, Daiki was the one who held him at the edge, full prepared to drag him into agony or push him into pleasure. Daiki called the shots here, Xanxus may well have been the one holding the gun, but only Daiki could guide the bullet through the barrel.

Bullets. Bullets as dangerous as the shards of pearl that lined the warm cavern of the Sun's jaws, sharp and blunt to sever and grind.

How anyone could think that this placed them on top, he could never understand. Even with his fingers laced through dark cobalt hair, breath fast and heart ramming itself against the walls of his chest in a desperate, obsessive bid to get out and smear crimson over a bronze complexion, even as waves of euphoria cantered along his nerves, not once did he dare believe that he could control the kneeling Sun, the hands on his hips and careful, warning grazes of dangerous calcium a constant reminder of his state.

His head tilted back for a moment, his throat rumbling as he moaned a worshipping hymn to the Sun's incarnate.

Xanxus may very well have been the one dragging a wet, massaging inferno to an ecstatic rhythm, eyes lowered to watch the gleaming border that was left by vermillion lips, but the sizzling, tingle of instinctual, reverent danger lurked in the back of his mind and kept him alert, only refreshing and amplifying the ungodly sensation dealt to him by an only half willing form, cast in gleaming copper.

His hips rocked with an urgency, crawling, crawling closer.

The name of the godly monster caught in the Sky's throat as his end was torn from him, muscles spasming uncontrollably in a convulsing bliss, nails digging into royal and to be reciprocated into his hips.

Slowly, Daiki removed himself from the Sky's grasp and turned to the side, spitting out the spill into priceless shatterings on the floor.

"Are you done yet?"

His voice curled in Xanxus' ears and made his body shudder with aftershocks, the low aggravation a blissful thing to hear.

"Not until you swallow." Was the decided response, growled out between clenched teeth.

Daiki tsked his tongue in aggravation, lips bowing in annoyance, gleaming with saliva, before he allowed himself to be caught again and dragged back into the one-sided pleasure.

It took longer this time, the glorious build, the perfect pressure, but soon he was losing himself again to a Promethean heat, crying a prayer to the Sun and an oath to the Lotus as his legs became weak and he dropped to the ground, no support given to him as the other became higher.

Daiki looked at him for a moment, before opening his lips a sliver, allowing the slightest dribble of liquid pearl to fall from vermillion, before making a show of his throat jumping with a swallow, licking the stray substance absently. Xanxus bit down when he watched the display, too drained to attempt another round, and highly doubting Daiki was going to put the effort in himself, but the shivers wouldn't stop, his nerves wouldn't stop screeching their devotion to the looming Sun and every breath brought about another wave of exhilaration.

His distraction was taken when the copper cast form came forwards, arms caging him to the carpeted floor as hands pressed just shy of his own, his Lotus entering his space casually, honeyed gold watching him in a lazy fashion as the Sky bathed in satisfaction.

"Are you done?" He asked again, making the Wrath grunt in exhaustion. "If you're done, then-"

Xanxus opened his eyes immediately upon awakening, and instantly knew the Daiki was not happy in the least.

"If you're done," Daiki grumbled, still holding him in their shapes of sleep. "Then could you be so kind and call a maid or something? The bed needs new sheets now."

And with that, the Sun tossed their sheets aside and vermillion wine zeroed in on the dark, uncomfortable patch of his pants and the faint gleam of wetness on the baker's thighs. Xanxus or not, he couldn't help the heat that came to his face, tips of his ears burning as Daiki made a noise of disgust and got out of bed, pulling the comforter and bundling the sheets off in the corner as the Sky called for the nearest night shift.

"The hell didn't you wake me up?" He snapped finally, shucking off his night pants and chucking them into the pile, standing naked before the Sun as he grimaced at his state.

"I was courteous enough to let you enjoy your moment." The other huffed, "I only really woke up when you started to rub against me anyway."

The Wrath tsked but followed the baker into the bathroom, faintly hearing the bedroom door open and people bustling around the room, the rustling of material echoing into the space as Daiki closed the door. His ears were surely on fire, swelling with blood and humiliation as he trudged into the shower and spun it on hot, intending to make an excuse for his redness.

"What the hell were you even dreaming of, anyway? You came two bloody times in, like, fifteen minutes." Daiki asked, pulling his feminine night shorts off and leaving himself bare to the room, splaying his legs open to allow the wet face towel to wipe the blight away.

Xanxus couldn't answer immediately, distracted by the sight, before biting the inside of his cheek and forcing his head back forwards.

"Dreamt I was screwing some blond bimbo, does it fucking matter?" He snapped, digging his nails into his palms.

The Sun hummed at the response as the Sky glared at the tiles, trying to lower the burn of his blood, before hacking a cough as he was spun and slammed against the hard wall. A strong hand wrapping around his throat in an embrace of his breath and making his head light. The Wrath's hands came up and grasped the tanned wrist, their skins damp with humidity and falling water as gilded honey gazed down at him with some kind of fire, droplets of the shower dripping down a bust cast in copper and gleaming in the light.

"Next time," His Lotus grit out, coming in closer until their breaths mingled and water fell from a cobalt fringe. "Do me the courtesy of being more focused when you're fucking my thighs."

The Wrath shuddered as the fingers tightened, lips hanging just shy of each other, tantalisingly close and Earth-shatteringly enticing, before Daiki pushed himself off. The Sun dried and dressed before walking out, closing the door behind him as he kicked into conversation with a maid, the soft click cutting him off.

Xanxus panted as he forced his breath to cycle, touching his throat as memories and arousal flooded through him, his lips slowly curling into a smile.

"Next time…"