DISCLAIMER: I don't own KHR or any of the associated characters aside from my OCs.
The night of our return to HQ was so refreshing. We went about our own business, tidying our rooms and cleaning ourselves up for a good long rest-something we hadn't had in a long time. We met in the grand hall for dinner where Lussuria bugged me and the boss for answers about our newfound closeness.
The boss seemed to be in a fairly quiet mood, choosing to drink rather than eat. It's been a long time since I've seen him with a bottle of tequila in his hand. Nostalgia washed over us in waves as Lussuria turned to ask if anyone else had anything interesting they wanted to share with him. I mean, we did spend six months apart so there must be something they could tell him.
As Bel and Mammon recounted a tale of how they ended up stealing what they needed to survive, they became the center of attention. Everyone was sitting around them, eagerly waiting for the continuation of their tale but for me, I was interested in being with them more than listening to the story.
A hand slipped onto my knee beneath the table and I turned, staring at the boss for answers. He didn't reply at all, only looking at me for a few moments before turning his eyes back to Bel who was animatedly showing us how he had positioned his knives for their heist. Nervously, I put my hand over his on my knee, waiting for a reaction.
He hummed casually, tipping back another sip of his tequila. The bottle was reaching its end. I made to get up, offering him another bottle to which he simply yanked me back into the chair and kept his hand over my thigh. Trying not to blush, I simply put my hand back over his and waited for Belphegor to finish his tale.
To my surprise, when Bel was done with his tale, he got up to get another bottle himself. He returned with a glass of ice, setting it down in front of me. He poured me a glass before sitting back to drink the rest of it at his own pace.
"So you can make that kind of expression, huh?" Squalo murmured to me, sliding the platter of mini pizza bagels towards us, "Both of you."
I could definitely see the boss' face but I didn't know what he meant. What kind of expression were we making? I took one just for the sake of stuffing my mouth so I didn't have to answer him. Boss didn't want any but he ignored Squalo completely.
When Bel was done recounting the tale of Team Mammon, Lussuria shot up, "It's our turn Squ-chan! We were bartenders for a little bit and then….."
The story became a blur as Squalo got up to join Lussuria in the retelling of their six months. Squalo was a loud storyteller, just like he was in everything else. It was kind of funny. I laughed quietly to myself as Levi complained about his volume being distracting but it went on because it was an interesting story.
"How's your leg, boss?" I murmured quietly so as not to take away from the rest of the group enjoying Lussuria's mishaps as a stripper, "It was broken, yeah?"
"Sun Flames repaired it." He said shortly and after a two second pause, he asked, "Your back?"
"It's nothing." I had seen my back in the mirror after my shower earlier and I'm pretty sure it would heal. My body heals naturally fast so I don't have any scars from previous battles either, "We could've had matching scars, boss. Too bad, huh?"
"No." He said, surprising me with an answer. He usually just ignores jokes, "If you don't have scars, you can forget. It's better this way."
"I won't forget anyways." I promised, "I wouldn't want to forget."
He didn't respond, only taking another sip of his alcohol. He was starting to slow down. He was probably as drunk as he would get in front of us. He liked to drink alone after all.
"And~ That brings us to boss and Kira-chan!" Lussuria spun on us as he wrapped up his story, "Tell us about your six months in private!"
I didn't like the way he wiggled his eyebrow at me suggestively. I opted to ignore him, picking up the glass the boss had poured me.
"Oh, come on! We're all waiting!" Lussuria was right. He wasn't the only one watching us expectantly but he was the only one brave enough to prompt us, "Tell us one thing each then. Starting with the boss! What did you do in your six months?"
I didn't think the boss would answer. Honestly, I don't think Lussuria expected the boss to say anything either. He was not the type of man to join in on our banter in the first place but he surprised us all.
Lowering the bottle enough to speak, he said, "Kira."
I instantly turned bright red. The question was: What did you do in your six months? And he answered with: Kira. Out of all the things he decided to say he did, why did he have to say he did me?! What the fuck!
Lussuria squealed like a girl in high school and turned to me expectantly, "That's a surprise! Our Kira's a woman after all."
"Shut the fuck up!" I snapped, embarrassed beyond anything. I turned a sharp glare onto our leisurely drinking boss, "How could you?"
Once the mood had settled, Lussuria sighed contentedly, "Okay. Jokes aside. So tell me what you did then Kira-chan?"
Taking a deep breath, I blurted, "I fell in love with the boss."
Lussuria was shrieking in pure ecstacy at my comment. The rest of the officers were howling with laughter as the boss dropped his bottle, frozen.
I turned, grinning victoriously at the boss. Sure the only sign of his embarrassment was the dropped bottle but he was definitely caught off guard. His eyes were wide as he stared at me and then he was suddenly angry.
"You little piece of shit!" He kicked the fallen bottle at me, sending it flying into the wall as I dodged, "Get me another bottle, scum!"
Laughing, I went on my way, "Yes, boss!"
Lussuria was still shrieking his joy as I left. My bold confession was behind me. It actually felt good to say it out loud. It felt like it took a boulder off my back. When I returned, all was good again. Boss was drinking out of the glass he had poured for me while he waited. When I handed him the new bottle, he looked up and smirked. It made my heart flutter just the smallest bit.
Squalo got done telling Bel about meeting up with some old Varia informants when Lussuria saw me taking my seat again. He beamed at me and insisted, "Tell me why you fell in love, dear! What do you like? Give me anything for my love-story-hungry heart."
"I'm not telling you anything. Piss off." I snorted, motioning for them to go back to talking amongst themselves.
"Just one thing!" He begged with a whine, "Come on!"
"Him." I said shortly, unsurprised to find that Xanxus wasn't so bothered by my confession this time around, "Why is it that you only bug me? Ask him."
"We don't have to." They chorused, turning the situation on me.
I blinked at them all in turn, demanding answers to which everyone turned away and laughed or smirked to themselves. I took it to mean Xanxus could do this with anyone so they didn't bother to ask him since he didn't have any feelings about it in the first place.
"If I tell you something, will you tell me more, dear?" Lussuria pushed up his sunglasses, grinning at me mischievously, "Hmm?"
I sighed, "If it's good, I'll share."
He grinned, "Alright then those pants you were wearing when I saw you. Where and why did you buy them?"
"The yoga pants?" I thought about it for a second and realized I had no idea where they came from, "The boss brought them to me?"
Lussuria wasn't the only one laughing at this point, "So, boss, you're an ass man! How lucky can you get, Kira-chan! It's so convenient since you don't have much in the boob department!"
"Wha-?!" I turned a glare onto the boss, "Did you buy those pants with weird intentions?!"
Boss didn't admit anything nor did he deny anything. He only smirked against his bottle and kept right on drinking.
"Your ass is definitely nice." Lussuria gave me a big round 'ok' sign and motioned for me to speak, "Now, tell me something. I have more if you have more."
"Wait how did you know about the pants not being…?" I didn't even know how to ask this kind of question. How the fuck does Lussuria know these things?!
"Simple. I've seen your choice in clothing." He grinned, "If you choose your own clothing, it's going to be something less 'fitting.' And there's no way you could've known to seduce a man with your rear."
"In short, you have no sex appeal other than that round ass of yours but you don't look at it so you wouldn't know." Squalo snorted at me, instantly taking a cup to the head from the boss. Rubbing at the growing lump on the back of his head, he screeched, "Shitty boss! Everyone here knows Kira's got a nice ass!"
Now that's the first I've ever heard of it. Lewd mother fuckers.
"I want my details!" Lussuria shrieked over Squalo, making everyone quiet down expectantly, "Give me something good, Kira-chan!"
I licked my lips nervously and admitted, "I don't know… I never know why I like someone. I just do."
Honestly, I don't think I have any particular simple reason for liking the boss. If he likes my ass that's fine but I don't have any physical features I particularly look at. I just know that, to me, Dino's smile is really attractive. Boss doesn't have that kind of smile but it's also kind of attractive but if I say that out loud, they're going to think I'm nuts. The boss never smiles.
He paused in his interrogation and said breathlessly, "Wow. You're actually in love with him then…?"
I blinked at him dumbly, nodding, "Why? Did you think I was kidding?"
"We thought you were in love with the Bucking Horse, idiot." Squalo scoffed at me and narrowly dodged another cup soaring towards his face, "Stop aiming for my head! I'm still recovering from head injuries!"
Lussuria clapped his hands together and nodded, "Alright. I think it's time we go to bed. We're getting a little violent and it's not good for our injuries to stay up late either. Go and redress your wounds, wash them first. If you need help, come to me."
Realizing how tired we actually were, we agreed to return to our regular schedule and deeds tomorrow so we retired for the night. I just turned out the lights to go to bed when the door opened. I turned and spotted the boss in the doorway. I waited for him to speak, noticing the color of his eyes like I always did.
He entered, closing the door behind him. He came to me immediately. His arms naturally curled around my waist and mine went up over his shoulders. When he pressed our lips together it was nothing like our previous kisses. It was so innocent. Just a gentle peck compared to our usually passionate ones.
I watched him, waiting for an explanation if not another more passionate kiss. When I got no response, I whispered, "Did you already rebandage your leg?"
"No." Judging by his tone, he didn't want to either.
"You have to." I muttered, peeling myself away from him to retrieve a towel and start the water, "You can use my bathroom if you want, just wash it and I'll help you wrap it."
As if he was attached to me, he simply came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as I filled the tub for him saying, "I don't want to."
"I didn't ask if you wanted to." I was busily fighting down my blush as he whispered in my ear, "Boss, if you don't get in the tub, I'll fight you. And then we both get to hear the lecture from Lussuria tomorrow about how we can't fight while we're wrapped in bandages or what not cause we'll tear our wounds open."
He didn't reply and when I turned to look, he was making a face. It wasn't a face I had seen before. It was a mix between sulking and disgusted. Oh no, his face was totally scowling, almost angry, but his eyes seemed to be sulking.
"If you just get in the tub and put your leg up, I'll wash it for you." I offered, gesturing to the hot water, "Just get in first."
He leaned back, looking around the dimly lit bathroom. His eyes went to the sink where I kept my toothbrush and toothpaste sitting in the corner, a bottle of hand soap in the opposite corner. Two towels were hanging on the rack. One for my hands and the other for my face in the morning. He turned to the oversized tub and scowled.
"For short trash, you have a big bathroom." He scoffed, removing his tie and dropping it on the floor.
He said it in a "what gives" kind of tone, removing his shirt and then his pants and underwear. When it was discarded, he cautiously stepped into the tub that might be much too big for one person and it hit me. He was wondering why the tub was so big in an accusing kind of way.
"I'm small so I like big things." I turned, glancing at my king-sized bed as I admitted one of my unspoken truths. I almost regretted saying it since I felt extremely small and vulnerable just a moment later, "Size has nothing to do with skill though so I don't try to change my height."
He didn't say anything, only sinking into the water and leaning back. He propped his foot up for me and closed his eyes and commanding, "Hurry it up."
I rolled my eyes but I complied and as my hands were running the soap and water over his wounded leg, I realized something very important. I turned my eyes onto his fully revealed torso and I stared for a good long minute until he opened his eyes, curious as to why I had stopped my hands.
His eyes narrowed, an eyebrow arched. He demanded answers in silence.
Trying not to be embarrassed by my own words, I muttered, "Just thought I might look since… you don't take off your shirt when we're… you know."
I don't know if he does it on purpose or not but a lot of the times, when we're fucking, he doesn't undress. He'll literally just unbutton his pants and drop them just far enough to take it out but he's always pretty much undressed me completely. Even when I try to take his clothes off, he always seems to stop me and I always blamed it on his impatience but maybe there's a deeper reason for that.
His body was riddled with scars. Scars that happened to be a sign of one of our previous failures. Guilt took hold of my heart and I averted my eyes, hands starting to move again as I tried to get those memories out of my mind.
"Because that stupid expression is a turn off." He spat but there wasn't much ferocity behind it, "That's enough. I'm getting out."
As he stood, I turned on the shower head and pulled the plug. The water began to drain out as I sprayed the remaining suds from his leg. It was a really short bath and I felt sorry for wasting the water by souring his mood. He grabbed the prepared towel and immediately dried himself, reaching for his clothes starting with his shirt.
Most of his scars were on his upper body, the legs were relatively unscathed but there were some here and there. He was now actively trying to hide them.
Ah. The boss is kind.
Maybe he has always thought of me. We were coworkers as much as we were err… you call this friends with benefits, right? Whatever it is, I'm honored to have him think of my feelings even if he doesn't return them.
When I turned after gathering bandages, he was sitting at the edge of my bed in his shirt and underwear. His pants were draped over the edge beside him. He was waiting for me to wrap his leg but when our eyes met, it seemed like he was waiting for so much more.
Trying not to be nervous under his gaze, I wrapped his leg. I tried to pretend I didn't notice the cock beneath his boxers twitching to life. The noticeable bulge beneath was aching, begging to be released. I finally noticed the position we were in. I was on my knees between his legs, my hand lightly pressed over the wrappings I had just put in place. I gulped, slowly looking up.
His passionate crimson eyes were watching my every move. His lips curved upward in that familiar smirk, challenging me to do something about his little dilemma. This was something we've never done-something I've never been able to do. He was waiting for me to initiate-for me to please him. Up until now, it was always just fucking. Foreplay was always just the bare minimum so I never had to do this for him or anyone else.
I reached for his underwear, slowly lowering it with his help. Seeing it in front of my face for the first time, I let myself recognize I was inexperienced and therefore I would be bad at it. But he deserved the best attempt I could give.
I reached for him, tentatively wrapping my hand around his stiff erection. I paused when he reached down, his hand taking hold of one side of my face. I looked up at him, waiting, watching.
In the most stern and serious tone, he swore, "If you bite me, I'll fucking kill you."
"Mood killer." I scoffed but I took it as a challenge and my lips were immediately wrapped around his cock.
His hand slid back into my hair, nails scratching at my head in warning. I took him slowly and as far as I could before drawing back. I was careful not to hurt him as I let my lips slide up and down against his length. I felt him shuddering as he tried to hold back. It seemed he had forgotten his warning and was only focused on the pleasure.
His manhood filled up my mouth and I hadn't even taken it in halfway. He reacted to everything. The way my lips would suck at him gently and then more aggressively, my tongue drawing up and down the pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft, everything. My tongue left a trail from the tip down to his heavy sacks and I cautiously took one into my mouth. Finally, he hissed and threw back his head, cock twitching and spilling the first pearly beads of precum.
My hand reached up to massage his balls while I took him into my mouth. His hand was pressing down at the back of my head now, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper. His breathing was starting to become uneven, hips surging forward in a slow rhythm in time to my movements.
I tried not to gag but it was getting hard and painful. My eyes rolled up to look at him and at the same time, he had opened his eyes and stared breathlessly down at me expecting more. I squeaked, the vibrations against my throat seemed to ripple against his throbbing cock and I watched him squeeze his eyes shut and groan.
All of a sudden, he was done trying to be patient. He snapped his hips into my mouth savagely. I gagged for sure but he wasn't done. Burying himself deep into my throat, he came and I choked it down. He finally released me, letting me pull away. I was immediately gasping for breath.
Without a care, he leaned back and spat, "Who was it?"
My throat burning and my tongue wet with his essence, I turned a glare on his outstretched body, "The fuck are you saying?"
"You've definitely done that before." He accused, "With who?"
My jaw went slack in shock and I grinned just moments later, "Does that mean I was good?"
His eyes narrowed. At least now, he was certain I hadn't done it before. He hummed, "You just weren't bad, trash. I've had better."
Grumpily, I huffed a bitter lie, "Yeah? Well, Dino hasn't so introduce him to the woman who was better."
His laziness had vanished completely. He was immediately on me, pushing me down into the bed. I smirked as he brought our mouths together. Xanxus was so easy to rile up and I loved it.
Needless to say, Lussuria gave us a thorough lecture for having sex while wounded when we complained to him about our wounds being torn open from vigorous activity in the middle of the night. I don't know how he knew but I guess we deserved to get the nagging lecture. As he patched our wounds, boss and I shared a sly half-smile. Maybe, just maybe, we'd hear a lot more nagging from now on.
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