DISCLAIMER: I don't own KHR or any of the associated characters aside from my OCs.

Here's your warning! There's some -ahem- lewd -ahem- bits in here. LOL But this is your fair warning. If you don't like, you can skip it over.

I woke with a start when a rough foot came stomping into my ribcage. I immediately reached for the gun and aimed it at my untimely attacker. I gasped when I realized who had come to disturb my sleep and sighed in relief.

Xanxus looked awfully irritated when I pointed the gun at him, glaring down at me with those crimson eyes, "Piece of shit!"

Smiling sheepishly, I lowered the gun, "You're back."

"I told you to stay put." He growled, snatching the gun away from me, "Where the hell did you think you were going?"

"I…" I didn't know how to answer but I suppose honesty was the right answer, "I wanted to see you."

His glare softened, eyes shifting away from me as he dropped a plastic bag into my lap, "I don't know your size."

I laughed quietly at his topic change, peeking into the bag he had brought, "Clothes? Where did you get the money?"

"Gambling." He answered shortly, "Change first. I found a place in town we can take care of your leg and shower."

I noticed Xanxus had changed. Uniform discarded, he was now dressed super casually. It was the first time I saw the boss wearing jeans and a zip-up hoodie. He looked so… peaceful. I might have mistaken him for a college student if I didn't know any better. For a moment, I let my mind wander. That's probably what we would be about now if we weren't mafia assassins.

I looked around for a good tree to change behind for privacy's sake but it's not like it mattered. I couldn't get up. I knew before I even made an attempt to stand up but I tried anyways. Stumbling like an idiot, I grinned up at the boss who had immediately moved to catch me.

"Hey." I muttered, "Can you be… normal?"

He stared down at me, expecting clarification.

"Like… you are normally?" I didn't know how to put it but eventually, I found an appropriate word, "You're usually so selfish. It's weird if you start being nice to me. I'll get the wrong idea for sure..."

"You already have the wrong idea." He said, steadying me on my own two feet for a moment before deciding he wouldn't let go, "I am being normal."

"You're being nice." I corrected him, "To me. And it's weird."

"The definition of selfish is lacking consideration for others and being chiefly concerned with one's personal benefit or pleasure." He told me, "I don't know what you mean by being nice but I'm doing it because I want to. It's not for you, virgin."

There it is again. But today, I appreciated it. This was the most normal thing to happen in these last few days.

I laughed quietly to myself, not explaining anything when he gave me a funny look, "I'm changing. Turn around."

"Don't fuss." He warned, tearing my shirt roughly away from me and discarding it behind him so I couldn't retrieve it.

My arms immediately curled around my bare chest and I took a stumbling step back.

"I said don't fuss." He repeated, arms curling naturally around me to support my falling weight, "I'll force you if you don't let me."

"Phrasing…" I whined. I knew he didn't mean it like that but I couldn't help it.

"Stop it with the virgin responses." He grumbled, insistent on holding me close. He leaned back, pulling the belt from my pants without lowering his gaze from mine, "It doesn't suit you."

Doesn't suit me? What is that supposed to mean?

I pushed at his chest, trying to leave his grip, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Undressing you." He said it like it was the most normal and appropriate response he could have given, "Don't struggle."

Gritting my teeth, I gave him a swift kick to the balls with my injured leg. The impact made me double over just like he did but I recovered faster, "Well, would you look at that? Even you have some human responses."

"Fucking. Bitch." He seethed through his clenched jaw. The hands that were trying to remove my pants were now nursing his sore manhood, "I'll kill you."

Giving him the innocent act, I gasped as I removed my pants on my own, "Boss? What are you doing down there on your knees?"

Teasing sparking his anger, he reached for me and yanked me down to the forest floor beneath him. Giving me the same treatment I'd given him, he hummed, "What are you doing down there? Rolling in the trash where you belong?"

My hands shot up, fisted into either side of his jacket, yanked him down and held him close as I pressed our lips together. I convinced myself that all would go well if I mimicked his technique but, although I had initiated, he was the one sweeping me up in his pace.

He didn't let me breathe until I was moaning in his mouth. His expression had changed. He was no longer playing and it was as exciting as it was fear-inducing but excitement won out.

I pulled him down a second time. This time, my hands left the jacket and went up over his shoulders and back into his hair. He took it as permission to touch, hands mapping my chest first. His calloused palms provided pleasurable friction across my nipples and I arched back in surprise, my gasp breaking our kiss. He growled, displeased only temporarily as the motion gave his mouth freedom to clamp down over the nipple not bothered by his rough hand.

I bit back a moan as his teeth grazed me but the second moan slipped by when his lips closed around the eager bud. His tongue was hot against my chest as he pulled away, looking up at me with just his eyes as he continued his way down. If we go further than here, we-

I shuddered as he pulled my legs up over his shoulders, his nose settled between my legs just barely brushing my core, "Stop…"

"Make me." He said and brought his tongue flat against a part no one had ever touched before.

A shock shot through my spine and I pitched back, a gurgling scream just barely choked down. He was relentless. It was almost as if he was playing a game with me. Was I going to hold down my voice and push him away or was his tongue going to drive me insane first?

He gave me a short break where I gasped for breath, trying to regain my bearings but it didn't last long enough. His fingers pushed aside my soaked underwear just enough to reveal the bare body beneath and he was at it again. With the cloth out of the way, his tongue delved inside and I screamed in pleasure. There was nothing left I could control.

Pleasure, gratification, joy, everything was in his hands. Even my physical movements were controlled by the way he had my legs up over his shoulders as he bent into me but I had never felt so free in my life. My body felt so light and I let it all go. Pleasure built on top of pleasure and I came undone, my body shuddered violently as I came on the beckoning of Xanxus' tongue.

I might've called his name and I might not have but he only let me rest for a moment as he unbuttoned his too-tight pants. He only lowered it enough to release his cock from its confines and I was suddenly extremely sober.

"Boss, I…"

He turned me roughly onto my knees and ordered, "Put your legs together. I won't put it in."

I gulped. My mind was nervous but my body was already moving to obey. It wanted more. I wanted more.

I felt him slip between my thighs, the burning of his hard cock over my core made my body ache for more. I was turned away from him but I wanted to see. I glanced back over my shoulder warily and the minute we made eye contact he surged forward, his hips snapping against my backside. I turned away, my hands fisting into the dirt in front of me as I tried to steady myself.

The pain in my thigh was burning as much as my core and I didn't know whether it was the pleasure or the pain that was bringing my voice tumbling from my lips in desperate moans.

But I didn't have to decide. He kept up the pace, his arm coming around my chest to pull me up. My back came pressed against his chest. My hands no longer had a place to settle and they reached for something instinctively. His left hand grasped mine while the other tilted my head to the side, his lips fell against my throat and he bit down.

The feeling of his teeth against my flesh and his cock thrusting between my legs was mind-numbing. My voice was nothing more than a whimper as I pleaded, "You can put it in."

His hand was now tilting me towards him by the chin. He murmured against my lips, "Not today."

As he kissed me, I felt the pleasure ripple through me with unbelievable intensity. My core clenched and shuddered, throbbing against the sliding of his member. He was the one who broke our kiss first, tearing away to take a sharp breath as he sprayed. He held me tighter and tighter, his chest was heaving as he gasped for breath.

High falling away, I chanced an awkwardly shy look at him. He smirked when we made eye contact. He was always in control. I blushed darkly and averted my eyes first. The first thought in my head was: What have I done?

I didn't regret it. It wasn't that kind of feeling. It was more concerned than regretful. I wondered if he would look at me the same after this and if we would be able to share daily activities together as we always have.

He got up first and as if he had heard all the worries swimming in my head, he bent to press his lips to the top of my head, "Wipe with the dirty clothes and leave them here."

He retrieved the plastic bag he brought with him, pulling out the new clothes as I obediently did as he requested. Chest as clean as it could get, he nodded and pulled the sweater down over my head. The yoga pants were a surprise. I stared at them as he held them out, motioning for me to watch out for my leg still wrapped in toilet paper as I put them on.

I laughed at how one leg was normal and the other was bulging in the skin-tight pants, "It's weird, boss."

"Yeah." He muttered. The softest, most subtle smile was on his face as he looked at me, "Can you walk?"

I've never seen such a look on the boss' face before. It was so strange but for some reason, I was embarrassed. I turned into a blushing mess and snapped, "Of course I can!"

I swear, this man is going to be the death of me.

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My bullet wound was closing nicely. After our… tryst in the forest, we managed to get ourselves to the town where he led me to a rundown inn. It wasn't the best but it would have to do. There was a shower and warm food. It was everything we needed at the moment so we made do with it. In the daylight, we stayed in the inn room sharing the small space together more intimately than ever before.

I still had a hard time looking him in the eye without turning into a blushing mess but it felt more… right to be together. I ended up showing him the magic trick I was trying to show him before we were on the run. It was amusing to see him focus so hard on the cards as I shuffled them. He was trying to spot the exact moment I cheated and put his card back on top but he had yet to find it.

We spent a few days, waiting for my leg to recover enough to walk on my own. We didn't know who we could trust so there's no way we could see a doctor. In those few days, Xanxus became rather good at dressing wounds. The boss who previously never thought to wrap bandages for someone else was now better than me at it.

We never thought to share the single bed. Or at least I didn't. Each night was spent taking turns on guard. If he was in the bed, I was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room to gaze out the window. I listened and watched for pursuers. He did the same for me but I realized sometimes, he didn't wake me on time. Giving me an extra hour or two to sleep, he was kind.

When it came time to leave, we paid our dues. We didn't need more pursuers than we already had so even if we earned our money through cheap card tricks and gambling, we never stole anything or went without paying but it didn't matter. People were coming. I could feel it with my instincts.

"Boss…" I said when he woke me one night to keep watch, "I think we should go soon."

"In the morning." He had similar feelings and thoughts, "We've been here too long anyways."

"Yeah." I didn't say it but I would miss this inn. It was a place of memories for me. I didn't think it meant much to him but it certainly was a happy place for me, "We can take Aquilos just before the sun starts coming up."

"Sure." He let me decide but he didn't seem happy, "Wake me."

"Of course."

I let my mind wander as it often did. Was Squalo alright? Mammon's group? I wonder if they've had it as badly as I have. Then again, Mammon's group was diverse. They probably easily found something to do. Squalo and Lussuria… well, Squalo's the best partner one could hope for and Lussuria is multi-talented. They probably stayed out of trouble as much as possible.

I felt bad. I was the boss' partner solely on Aquilos' usefulness. If it was Squalo here instead, I'm sure things would be different.

"You're thinking too loud." Boss said gruffly, eyes still closed as he took a deep breath, "Stop."

"My bad." I replied shortly, shaking my head at him, "Go to sleep."

He didn't say anything and I was left with my thoughts once more. I wonder if Kyoya's alright. Does he think… I'm an herbivore? Or dead? Or both? I mean, he doesn't contact me often so I wonder if he even realized my phone is smashed and unreachable. Well, it doesn't matter. He's not the type to care about my mafia business in the first place. I just hope when he realizes what's going on, he won't think less of me.

Oh wait. Maybe Dino told him about me. Dino's his tutor after all. They're kind of close. I'm jealous. Maybe Dino's with Kyoya right this very minute, sparring through the night like they often do. On a mountain side in Namimori or in a forest, I don't care. I really want to see Kyoya…

"Stop. Thinking." Xanxus growled, shifting heavily in the bed to sit up and glare at me with those crimson eyes.

"I'm not thinking." I lied through my teeth, literally, "Just shut up and go to sleep."

"Kira, come here." He ordered and my feet were already limping me towards him before I knew it. He spread his arms as I leaned down into his touch, wrapping them around me loosely, "We can leave now. Get the cash."

We kept our earnings in the bathroom. It's hidden under a bunch of towels today but yesterday it was under the bed and the day before it was in the ice bucket. Paranoid but safe.

I went for the money while he got up and dressed. It's sad. This could be an occupational disease but I only feel safe when we're in motion. I don't like to be still or wait or anything that gives me time to think. Thoughts are the most dangerous for people in our position.

"Let's go somewhere a bit further this time." I suggested, "Leave Germany and go towards Denmark or Poland. Maybe just go straight out of Europe."

"We'll do it in stages." He assured me, "Let's head north for a few hours and see where it takes us."

"The plan?"

"To land and find another inn. We can get something to eat and maybe earn some more money and find a way to get out without using your bird. If you keep using your flames for prolonged hours, you'll die early." He said, holding his hand up to silence me when I began to protest, "I can't have you dying on me yet. We still have to get our revenge."

I gulped down my complaints and nodded, "Right."

I was the only one afraid of going soft. The boss didn't forget our initial goal. I hate what I'm becoming. The herbivorous demon in my head was getting bigger and bigger. Eventually, I would lose myself to-

"Kira." His voice snapped me from my thoughts, "Stop thinking. It's irritating."

"How is it that you're always able to tell?" I scoffed, gathering my jacket and our hidden weapons as we fled the inn.

We went straight for the edge of town and took off. Aquilos was leading the way to Northern Germany. We were getting further and further away from Italy and I could tell… we were getting further and further away from Squalo and Lussuria. Mammon's team felt a little closer for some reason. I can just tell.

It hasn't even been a month yet. How am I going to face half a year without them? Since when did I become an herbivore who wanted companionship? Since when did I become human enough to feel lonely?

"Kira!" Xanxus snapped, voice echoing through skies despite his controlled volume, "Fucking stop."

Irked, I snapped back, "How the fuck do you know what I'm thinking?! Leave me alone!"

He didn't answer. He only turned away, the crimson color of his eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight.

It dawned on me. If he knows what I'm thinking, isn't that because he has similar thoughts? If he can tell what I feel, doesn't that mean we shared the same feelings?

Thinking of it in a new light, I realized how bitter it made me to have the boss share my emotional low. It doesn't suit a strong mafioso like him and maybe, in his eyes, it doesn't suit me either.

I let out a long sigh, "... Sorry, boss."

He only hummed to acknowledge he heard me.

"Hey, boss?"

His eyes came back to me. Those red, red eyes were watching me closely. His full attention was on me.

"When we go back home… can I buy you dinner or something…?" I don't know specifically what I'm trying to say but… I don't want our closeness to end just because we're not on the run anymore.

"No." He said without a moment of hesitation, chuckling quietly at my immediately disappointed 'oh', "It's too early for that. Ask me again in five months. I'll think about it then."

I clung to the small piece of hope he had given me and I nodded, smiling as we passed over another city on the way up north. Ask me again in five months, huh? It was reassuring to know he thought we'd live long enough to make a promise for five months in the future but he was right. For now, we had to think about surviving and meeting up with Squalo and the rest of them.