DISCLAIMER: I don't own KHR or any of the associated characters aside from my OCs.
WARNING! WARNING! We're no longer at stage lewd! If you don't like, please skip.
In just a few short days, we had reached the northern border of Germany. Xanxus and I crossed into Denmark after spending all our German currency on food, clothes, and first-aid material.
Denmark was a small country but there was a lot it had to offer people with nothing to do. Then again, any country has a lot to offer in terms of cures for boredom. We checked into an inn almost immediately and went to do our thing-earning money through trickery and gambling.
For the first time, I was offered payment for my tricks by means of tobacco. I stared at it, baffled but in English the man told me he was sorry he had no actual money to offer me for our bet. He never really thought I would win the bet to guess which card he had pulled from the deck. My stunned expression made the man take pity and give me a lighter too.
He went on his way and didn't look back. I had already earned a lot of money throughout the day so I wasn't exactly bothered by the offerance of cigarettes instead. I just happened to have no use for it.
I turned and offered it to Xanxus, "I don't smoke."
He immediately tore it open, taking a stick between his lips to light it up, "It's been so long since I smoked."
I watched him as he took long, leisurely drags of the cigarette. I didn't like the smell but somehow, it suited him.
He caught me staring and offered me a taste by means of his tongue. His scent filled my nose along with the smell of tobacco. His taste was different now. Thinking back, I remember the taste of liquor on his tongue from our first kiss. Now, it's just naturally his taste on my tongue.
It had been a while since we had last shared an intimate moment. Then again, a few days isn't long. It just happened to have fast become our norm to be intimate.
I was no longer embarrassed by the act of kissing. It was just… not in my tastes to do it in public. I pushed him away almost as vigorously as I had pulled him close. I immediately dropped my gaze to his feet, blushing darkly and I heard him chuckle quietly to himself beside me.
"Let's hit a bar tonight, Kira." He said, "After the casino. I'll only play a few rounds."
As he said, we went to earn money just as we always did and then we went for drinks. It was a new experience but at the same time, it was nostalgic.
"Sharing drinks like this… it feels like we're home." I murmured, swirling the ice in the glass he had given me. I sipped at it, trying to make it last since we didn't have much money to waste, "We should've just bought a whole bottle at the corner store… We'd have so much more."
"You don't drink much anyways." He commented, sipping at his glass just the same, "If you want something to occupy yourself, I'll give you the rest of the cigarettes."
"Not for me." I put the glass down to keep from sipping it all, "I meant for you. You don't taste the same."
He froze momentarily before shaking his head at me, "So the virgin knows what a man tastes like now?"
I was the one who had said it but I was more embarrassed. I turned away, clearing my throat as I picked up my glass again. The bartender was looking at us with a knowing gaze and I dropped my eyes to the counter.
"Fuck you." I cursed under my breath but he heard me.
"When?" He smirked when I looked up in shock, "Not that you get a choice. We'll fuck when I'm good and ready."
His jokes are practically sexual harassment. I turned away, trying not to turn as red as his eyes but it was hopeless. This man was so good at controlling the conversation, I was basically just there to prompt him. Then again, he's always been the type of person to control everything if he has the chance.
His glass was empty when he finally put it down. He gestured to mine, motioning for me to hurry up. We'd only have one each for tonight but I was sure we'd be drinking together again soon.
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The inn keeper of the next place we stopped in gave us our keys, gesturing to the stairs and holding up three fingers. Third floor. The man caught my arm as we turned to go and I turned, waiting for him to say something.
In broken English, he said, "Someone sleep here told me give Asian girl."
He was handing me a folded piece of paper. I stared at it with wide eyes. Was someone trying to contact us? Someone slept here for a night and told him to give me this? That's impossible. How did they know I was going to be here?
I turned, my eyes narrowing as Xanxus was about to take his first step onto the staircase. I reached out to him, my chest was buzzing with fear. My ring surged to life and I called for it, "Aquilos, Cambio Forma!"
It had been so long since I last sprouted these wings but they were mine. My body and mind were finally in sync again. My wings spread and I gave them such a hard flap it sent Xanxus crashing through the wooden walls of the inn and blew up all the mines beneath the first step of the staircase.
The innkeeper stared at us in horror, his fingers dropped the folded page and I snatched it up. Opening it all the way to reveal the message left for us by our attempted killer.
There is no place for you in the world. You are predictable, Xanxus.
It was a message for our boss. My wings vanished as quickly as they had come and I scrambled to help the boss to his feet, "Sorry… Are you hurt?"
Oh.
Xanxus was furious. For the first time in a long time, I saw all the scars darken on his skin as he sat there fuming. One more step and he'd have been reduced to ashes. He knew the fault wasn't mine but he was angry and he needed an outlet.
I crumpled the letter in my hand, scared to know how he would react if he knew but I suppose I already knew. I sighed, handing it to him, "I think it's probably the CEDEF. There's no one else who watched our movements so closely. Iemitsu's probably saying he's narrowing down the places and we'll have nowhere left to run soon."
The sheet of paper was reduced to ashes in Xanxus' hand as it lit up with the Flames of Wrath. The power was pulsing, rippling through the whole area and I couldn't stop him. His expression was filled with nothing but rage as he scorched the whole inn to the ground. The innkeeper was melted on the spot. I felt bad for him but he was an accomplice and our boss is unforgiving.
Watching him reduce the inn to ashes, I remembered why I liked him. Xanxus was absurdly powerful. This suited him more than our peaceful days of intimacy.
He turned, scars still visible. He wasn't ready to stop until the whole town was burned down.
I stepped into his path, hands cupping his face, "We don't have time."
His eyes peered at me first and his lips came crashing down shortly after. His hands were still burning hot when he pulled me close, radiating through my clothes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, fervorously kissing back. Today wasn't anything like all the days of intimacy that had come before it. Fueled by adrenaline and a combat-high, we tore at each other. My nails dug into the back of his neck and clawed into his hair. His hands reached boldly down, grabbing my ass almost hard enough to tear through the thin layer of clothing. He brought our hips grinding together roughly.
We both backed away with breathless moans, rational thoughts returning to us. This was not the time nor was it the place. We would have time later if we survived. We had to keep moving but where would we go?
"You decide, Kira." He said breathlessly, still holding me close, "Iemitsu expects me to lead. We've got to throw him off."
I kept my arms wrapped around him, nodding carelessly into his shoulder as I struggled to catch my breath, "... I think we should try something new and head towards the place they'd least expect us to go."
He was listening, scars cooling and disappearing as he became more rational and level-headed, "And where would that be?"
I thought about it, crossing off options in my head, "Where were you born, boss?"
A landmine. Everyone has things they don't want to talk about and for boss, the circumstances of his birth was sitting at the top of his list of secrets. He didn't answer right away, nails digging into me as he thought it over in his head.
"I'm guessing…. Italy? In the slums somewhere?" I was stabbing at the wounds deep in his heart but this wasn't the time to be soft. I realized, there's very little I knew about Xanxus' place of birth or even how he was raised, "I mean, you met my parents so… at least take me to where you were born."
He was quiet, only curling his arms around me tight. His nose became buried in the side of my neck. He took a deep breath and I basked in his warmth. He would never say it but… this man is probably really insecure about his background.
"We don't have time, boss. Yes or no?" I didn't mean to rush him emotionally but physically and rationally, we had just caused an entire inn to go up in flames. Pursuers would be on us in a matter of moments if they were close enough to see it, "Just give me a general location."
His voice was nothing but a whisper as he admitted, "Calabria. The southern tip."
Ouch. Southern Italy is ravished by poverty and therefore, it's a mafia hotspot. Mafiosos do business there daily because not even the police bother with people in the slums but it's perfect. Even amongst the top brass of the Italian mafia, there's accidents in Calabria daily that make people vanish without a trace. We can kill our pursuers without holding back and they might never know it was us. Even the children in Calabria wander with guns and knives in the open.
"Southern tip… So… Catanzaro or Africo?" I hit the mark. I knew I hit the nail dead on the head when his palms began to burn through my clothes. It was one of those two.
If you don't know Catanzaro is the capital of the Calabria region and Africo is the city with the highest poverty rate and lowest mean income. The population of Africo is majorly comprised of old people or children. Young adults sell their bodies, steal, do drugs, etc. That's why they don't live long or at least, they don't live there long. Many of the big families recruit mafiosos, soldiers, from the impoverished land because they readily join up since they don't have anything better to do.
"It's risky but let's try it." I urged, "We only have to be there for a few days. We'll confuse them by going the opposite direction we've been going."
I knew now why the boss' movements had been obvious. Iemitsu knew exactly where Xanxus had been born and raised. We basically held up a sign revealing our location by going in the opposite direction. To Italy's south was nothing but poverty. We had no reason to go south so Iemitsu was tracking us up through Austria and Germany and Denmark. He was expecting us to come this way.
He was miserable. It was going against everything he was to let me lead him back towards the place he abandoned to join the mafia. It put an unsettling burn in my chest to see him so quiet and downcast but it's not like I couldn't understand. Returning to the place he was trying to avoid didn't seem like it was worth the effort.
I drove my flames to the end of their worth, Aquilos protested audibly for the first time but I still urged him to continue. We crossed a lot of land in a span of twelve hours of straight flight and we only stopped for a short while to use the restroom and get something to eat. We went straight into another twelve to fourteen hours of flight.
We went straight to Catanzaro. Xanxus seemed to be very familiar with how things went. He urged me to keep my face hidden. The place we were checking into was the equivalent of the love hotel minus all the extravagant technology and toys. It was a place, Xanxus told me, just for sex between prostitutes and their clients.
I wasn't a very impressive prostitute but I heard the "motel" owner's comments as Xanxus asked for any room available, "Exotic one you've got there. Good choice."
My blood ran cold and I tried not to let my expression change but it bothered me to think these people were looking at me like an animal in a zoo. Exotic is what you call birds and wildcats not people.
Xanxus hardly responded, turning around the minute he had the key. He stormed by, pulling me under his arm as he went. This kind of place had us both on edge. For me, his arm around me meant he was still alive and close. He was within reach and I could easily protect him if the time comes. Not that he wants to be protected.
In fact, I was starting to realize he was protecting me by keeping me under his arm. I was kept close to his torso right next to all his vital organs. He was protecting me just the way he protected himself. It was a small gesture of affection but it brought me an herbivorous amount of joy.
When we entered the room, he was immediately saying, "It's a first coming to a place like this just to sleep."
I suppose it's the truth. We were supposed to use it for fucking and I laughed at the thought. I turned, closing the door behind us. Hesitant, I kept my eyes on the door instead of turning to face him, "It doesn't have to be."
His eyes were on me now. I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my head, waiting for me to turn around and face him but I couldn't. I didn't know why I had offered myself up so easily.
I gasped in surprise as he stepped into my space, his chest pressed full against my back as he embraced me from behind to pull me away from the door. He pressed his lips to the top of my head in a teasing kind of way, definitely reminding me how short I was compared to him.
"That's not a very virgin-like thing to say, Kira." He teased in a low tone betraying just a small portion of his excitement, "You shouldn't offer so easily. If you were anyone else, I'd have taken you on the spot."
Those were sobering words like a bucket of ice poured over my head. If I was anyone else? Right. I keep forgetting he can do these things without any deeper meaning. To him, this is something he can do with anyone. I'm not special. No, I guess I am special in a way. He doesn't want me.
I remembered the escorts and one-night partners he had in the past. He had a certain type of woman in mind and judging by the appearances of the people he had shared intimacy with in the past, it was someone who was the striking opposite of me. Someone tall, elegant, and curvaceous was his preference.
Bitterness drew words I didn't mean out of my mouth, "Yeah? Well, if you were Squalo-senpai or Dino, I would've demanded at this point."
The arms casually wrapped around my middle were in motion. One hand shot up to my throat, clamping down in a choking hold. The other hand curled firm around my waist to keep me from struggling. My hands clawed at his vicegrip. I was surprised to say the least and if I'm being honest, it was an unexpected reaction that scared me more than I wanted to let on.
"Say it again, Kira." He snarled against my ear, leaning further down to draw his teeth against my neck, "I dare you to say it again."
There's no way I could speak with his hand around my throat. I couldn't even breathe. The lack of oxygen sent tears shooting to the corners of my eyes and the only sound out of my mouth was a shaking whimper. Survival instincts kicked in and I sharply knocked my head back against his. He dropped me and I greedily took in air.
We were on each other, hands fisted into each other's shirts as we tried to knock the other to the floor in a fight for dominance. Using my lower and more stable position, I got beneath him and flipped his weight over my shoulder but he easily brought me tumbling down with him. He might've hit the floor first but he was the one hovering above me, pushing me face first into the cold floor.
He rolled his hips into my backside and I felt the hard excitement hidden in his quickly tightening jeans. Fighting always made my blood boil and it was probably the same to him. Snarling like a wild animal, I turned and smashed him into the floor. When he was beneath me, I leaned down and mashed our lips together. My teeth snapped against his lips when he tried to turn his head away to reclaim the upper hand.
He hissed, head craning backwards in a mix of pleasure and pain. His lower lip was bleeding for sure but he didn't let me bask in victory quite yet. He easily recovered his dominant position and snapped his teeth shut against the side of my neck. I always thought biting someone's neck was just a method to kill them so when his teeth dug into my flesh hard enough to draw blood and I tilted my head back to moan in pleasure, I was the most surprised. I felt his lips curving up into a smirk against my neck.
When he finally let go, he looked me dead in the eye with a challenging glare and announced, "You belong to me."
Instinct-driven and lost between feverous desire for dominance and the need for intimacy, I turned and slammed the back of my hand into his jaw hard enough to drive him into the floor beside me. I spun on him, taking the position that was his just a moment ago to declare, "Don't be confused. You belong to me, Xanxus."
A growl rumbling deep in his throat and chest, he harshly pulled me down, our chests crushed together as he kissed me. One hand greedily grabbed at my ass and the other roughly tangled into my hair and pulled it back to reveal my neck. My body arched in anticipation, pressing our hips together in heated friction.
His tongue came flat against my neck over the bloody teeth marks he had made just moments ago. He was tasting my blood, the same scent driving us further and further past our limit. When he came up to press our mouths together again, the taste of blood against his tongue had me panting for more. He was easily pushing my weight back as he sat up.
The floor was uncomfortable. My eyes shifted to the bed and I made to get up but his arms curled firm around my waist to keep me in place. My arms scrambled to take hold of his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist as he stood up, his hands automatically going low against the curve of my ass.
Given my height, my weight isn't a lot but it certainly shouldn't have been so easy for him to stand up the way he just did. I fell for him all over again.
Again? Oh.
As he pressed our lips together again, I finally allowed myself to accept my feelings. I'm in love with him. If it's just something I feel in the heat of the moment, that's fine too. This feeling… I wonder if he can feel it. I wonder if he can tell.
Who am I kidding? Of course he can.
Our breaths mingled as we broke off the kiss. I vaguely realized he was taking steps towards the bed and I wondered how serious he was about having me. I didn't have to think about it for long. Xanxus was removing my clothes, shirt violently yanked off over my head and discarded before we even reached the bed. His lips were on my chest before my back even touched the mattress behind me.
The sparks of carnal gratification shot down through my spine, heat pooling between my legs. My fingers went into his hair, unsure of whether they were pulling him away or pushing him closer. I hardly noticed him unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, desperately trying to free himself from painful confines while biting, twisting, sucking at my nipples.
"Boss, let me…" I didn't know how to finish. Let me do something for you is what I initially wanted to say but I didn't know what I could possibly do.
It didn't matter. He wasn't listening anyways. He was busy dropping his pants down to his knees, releasing his eagerness from beneath too tight boxers.
"Boss-" I began but he pressed his lips over mine to silence me.
The sensation of his tongue plundering against mine was making it hard to think of words to complete my request.
I made a third attempt before he made things clear. His crimson eyes burned into mine as he declared, "If you want to do something turn around and show me your ass. I'm not waiting for anything else tonight."
I eagerly turned, nodding the smallest bit. The minute I turned I realized what kind of position this was and I only had a split second to hate it. Almost instantly, he was tearing into me. His cock rammed deep into my body and I couldn't hold back the scream of sheer agony.
He let out a slew of curses, breath coming in short gasps as he held perfectly still. Tears at the corner of my eyes, I reached for something to hold onto, anything. My fingers stretched out for the pillow at the top of the bed and I winced, stalling when the boss leaned forward over my back. My eyes went wide when his hand pressed down over my outstretched fingers, covering my smaller hand entirely.
His other hand was at my waist. I turned, looking back at him in quiet wonder. Our eyes met and he smirked, the epitome of confident and in control. I heard the low groan slip from him as I edged back, driving his erection right up to the hilt. He leaned back and I only had a short moment to miss the feeling of his warmth pressed against me.
His hands gripped at my hips as he drew back nice and slow, teasing and arrogant but not without reason. I shuddered as he left me, nothing but the tip spreading me. I held my breath, anticipating a moment that didn't come for another three seconds. I turned impatiently, about to demand movement but the minute our eyes met he was pounding into me hard and fast.
Each thrust was driven deeper and deeper, burying himself inside and my body welcomed him. My body clutched and clenched each time he pulled back, desperately trying to hold onto him, pleading for him not to leave.
Growling, he reached around my waist. His hands pressed against my stomach, slowly sliding down. Fingers searched for something more even as his erection prodded fast and hard for a spot that would make me scream. His fingers found my clit and I screamed. He wasn't sure which one made me moan and turn into putty beneath him but he was relentless.
His hard and fast pace became a merciless fuck for explosive release. My fingers clawed into the sheets as I came undone, moaning his name euphorically into the mattress. Moments later, his cock slipped from my body and with a loud grunt he sprayed his burning essence against the curve of my back.
He leaned forward, arms circling around my exhausted frame to pull me back against his chest as he came tumbling into bed. We remained silent, simply gasping for breath.
I closed my eyes, sinking into his warm embrace. Honestly, it doesn't even matter anymore. If I can be someone who shared this experience with Xanxus, I'll accept it. If we can be like this forever, even if the feelings are only from my side, I'm fine with it.