Title: The Anomaly
Genre: Romance, Angst
Pairing: Xanxus X OMC
Summary: When two angry souls find each other and one is a girl from another world who is murdered and finds herself being reborn in a world where it is normal for people to catch fire. Literally. Did I mention that said girl is now a boy?
Warning: OC (not self-insert), Slash, Yaoi, BoyXboy, Reincarnation, Language

EXCEPTIONAL WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: SOME MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Chapter Eight

Earlier…

When pink smoke had engulfed him and he had found himself drifting through a kaleidoscope of colours, Naoki had felt terrified and confused. He had no idea what was happening; all he did know was that he had just exited the kitchen after having filled himself up with a great meal and then something large and purple had flown over him before he had found himself there. Then as he finally found his senses going back to normal, his vision filled with pink again and he found his legs folding to accommodate his new position.

When his vision cleared, he was startled to find a very familiar man inches from his face. He tried to back away but his back hit a hard surface and he finally took in where he was. He seemed to be in an office of sorts and the man, Xanxus, was sitting comfortably in a large throne-like chair, behind the man he could see a large window showing a beautiful and colourful garden, and Naoki was straddling Xanxus' lap! No wonder he could not move, behind him was a mahogany desk and Xanxus was under and in front of him.

When he realized where he was Naoki tried to stand from this compromising position but he was suddenly prevented from moving when a muscled arm wrapped around his small waist, pinning him down on Xanxus' lap.

"What are you doing!?" he hissed, glaring at the man, though he was also inwardly wondering why the dangerous man was not throwing him off his lap already. Then he finally really took in the man and could not help but raise his eyebrows questioningly; it was Xanxus, definitely him. He would recognize those red eyes and that face anywhere. However, the man seemed different, older and somewhat calmer.

As the arm tightened around his waist, Naoki squirmed and tried to back away again. Yet, it seemed to have the opposite effect as he suddenly found himself being dragged snuggly against the man's chest. His own arms shot up and he could only push them against the muscled chest in front of him to put a little distance between the two of them.

"Let me go, you bastard!" Naoki glared with a snarl. Red eyes narrowed back at him and the arm tightened even more around his small waist. He winced but did not move his defiant eyes away from the older man.

Then suddenly a large hand grabbed the back of his head and tilted it towards Xanxus as powerful fingers dug into his blond hair. "You are mine. You better remember it, trash."

Naoki was momentarily taken aback, a small puzzled and bewildered 'what?' escaping his lips. Because of his stupefaction he did not react in time when his head was suddenly pulled forward and a pair of lips harshly pressed up against his. Naoki froze. Then as his mind finally registered what was happening, he tried to unsuccessfully push away from the man assaulting him. As it did not work, he pounded on the chest in front of him with his fists but still, the man did not relent. Instead, a tongue was suddenly thrust into his mouth, and Naoki whimpered as his body started to react at the stimulation.

Teeth latched onto his lower lip and nipped on it as the hand belonging to the arm around his waist crept up his T-shirt. Body trembling and eyes clasped shut tightly, he could not even remember when his fist had stopped moving and when his hands had instead fisted the white shirt of the man in front of him. He could only melt as the man did things to him he had not expected to ever happen in this life. Or ever for that matter.

Then, as he was finally starting to respond to Xanxus' ministrations, pink smoke surrounded him again and he felt himself drifting away like earlier.

Present

Back in his room, Naoki could not help but groan and bury his face in his pillow. He could not believe this had happened. Not only had he appeared before Xanxus but the man had also assaulted him in such a way. Worst of all, he had actually started to respond! What was wrong with him!? He did not know how he had appeared in front of the man in the middle of the day and through such strange means, but he had a feeling it had to do with the purple thing from earlier. Though it had been around only ten minutes before, Naoki felt like hours had gone by since he had left the kitchen.

Xanxus had kissed him.

Xanxus had kissed him.

Xanxus had kissed him.

Xanxus had kissed him!

He shivered as he remembered the feeling of the man's lips over his, of the man's tongue in his mouth, of his teeth on his lip and of his large warm hand over his skin. It had been something else, alright. This was definitely different from their usual encounters during which Xanxus simply pummeled him into the ground.

As his lower half reacted again, Naoki groaned. Well, time to deal with it. Quietly, he crept out of his room and entered the bathroom where he repeated what he had done in the morning. However, this time as the cold water trailed down his body, the stubborn organ did not seem to obey his silent command. Memories of what had happened earlier came back to his mind and he blushed, his member hardening even more.

A storm of curses flew from his lips, before he sighed and turned on the hot water. Well, if this did not work, there was only one thing to do. The thoughts of the earlier events could not seem to leave his mind so he did not believe that he could force it down. Eyeing his distasteful organ, Naoki shuddered. W – Well, he could only face it head on. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his eyes shut, and drew his hand. As he finally grasped the stubborn organ, his knees buckled at the foreign pleasure and he shuddered again, however, this time it did not seem to be of disgust.

Mouth dry, and with quick and carefully calculated strokes, he brought himself to completion.

Panting as he came back to himself, he could not help but shudder as he realized what he had had to do. Feeling disgust and shame welling up in his chest, he turned the tap so that almost boiling water came down on him. Grabbing the soap, he scrubbed himself raw for a good fifteen minutes before he finally deemed that it was time to leave the bathroom. Knowing Reborn, he would know what he had been doing, and Naoki was really not in the mood to face the baby's amused face.

He spent the rest of the day locked in his room, horrified and highly disturbed.

Future

As the pink smoke dissipated and older Naoki replaced his younger self, he could not help but raise an eyebrow at the satisfied look on Xanxus' face. Rolling his eyes, he settled comfortably on the older man's lap and linked his hands behind his lover's neck. As a muscled arm wrapped around his slim waist, he smirked at the older man.

"You know," he said lightly. "You have just traumatized my younger self."

"Like I care," the other replied gruffly.

Naoki's smirk widened. "You should," he purred back. "Since this was my first sexual experience in this life and what made that incident happen."

"Oh?" the other perked up interest, his large hand coming up to tilt his smaller lover's sideways before he buried his head in the smooth pale neck, his teeth nipping at the unblemished skin.

"Oh, yes," Naoki murmured, his own hands tightening around Xanxus' neck. "Tonight, ten years ago…"

"Good," Xanxus replied, his teeth burying themselves momentarily in the other's neck, making Naoki gasp, his head lolling back on its own accord. "At least you already know who you belong to." With that he sucked at the red skin, getting a moan in response.

"Possessive bastard."

Well, if his brat could still curse at him, then he was not doing a good enough job. With this thought, he smirked and went back to doing what they had been doing before they had been interrupted by the ten years bazooka from the past.

Present

That night, it took Naoki hours to finally fall asleep. His mind was preoccupied not only by the earlier events that had happened to him but also by what Reborn had come to tell him after dinner. A time-travelling bazooka? This was far from anything Naoki could have ever believed to be possible. However, it was possible for someone to be reincarnated as the opposite gender with full memories of their previous life, and for people to burst into flames without coming to any harm, so why not a working time-travelling bazooka?

It would have been better if Reborn had never told him though. He would have preferred to believe all of this to be a crazy dream cooked up by his mind. Instead, he knew that sometime in the future, Xanxus would have the gall to molest him. Suddenly his eyebrow twitched and he felt the sudden need to throttle something. How dare that bastard touch him in such a way? Because of him Naoki had had to… do that!

When he finally fell asleep, he found himself in the now quite familiar room in which he usually met Xanxus almost nightly. He was still incensed by what had happened earlier, so it came to no surprised that he stomped his way to his night companion. When he saw the man lounging in his throne-like chair with no care in the world, he snapped.

With a war cry, Naoki surged forwards, fist raised and lips pulled in a feral snarl. Red eyes snapped open and an arm shot out. Before Naoki could so much as graze the other man with his fist, Xanxus grabbed his wrist and flung him to the other side of the room. There was a rumbling sound as his back collided painfully against the stone wall but he was not deterred; he stood back up and dashed back to the other man, mind overwhelmed by a red haze.

For a while all they did was exchange blows, already familiar with this routine, though on that day Naoki was even more vicious than usual, making his opponent a little curious as to why but he remained otherwise unmoved. Then all too soon, Xanxus gave the finishing blow, resulting in Naoki being pinned to the ground in the much familiar way of having the older man's large hand wrapped around his neck.

"Are you finally done now, trash?" Xanxus growled, red eyes giving him a narrowed glare. Naoki growled back at him and tried to give him a kick, in response, Xanxus pinned the rest of his body with one of his muscled legs slipping between his. A flash of memory of what had happened earlier suddenly made Naoki still, his cheeks flushing, particularly as a certain part of his body also remembered.

He squirmed, trying to get the older off of him before he noticed his predicament; however, it only resulted in the older man putting more weight over him. Maybe he should have just stopped moving altogether, he thought as the other man suddenly stilled. Then, tentatively, as if to prove a theory, a clothed knee rubbed between his legs. Naoki gasped and flushed harder, pressing his lips close to prevent the moan that rose up his throat from escaping.

Amused and highly entertained red eyes smirked down at him, making Naoki bristle like an enraged cat. He was embarrassed, mortified even, but that did not deter the hateful defiant glare from being shot at Xanxus. As a result, the man pushed his knee harder against Naoki's clothed member. His arms tried to push the older man away but Xanxus remained unmoved; Naoki was still much too weak against the man.

He felt humiliated as the man continued to rub his knee against him but he could not prevent his body from reacting back. Before long he was a squirming, whimpering mess as his senses went haywire. He could feel the blood pumping in his veins, air travelling in and out of his lungs, but most of all, he could feel the large warm body hovering over him and the reactions it got from the lower half of his body.

He threw his head back, eyes remaining close as he did not wish to see the amused glint in the other man's face. Heat pooled in his lower abdomen almost painfully as he squirmed back against Xanxus' knee. It was humiliating, embarrassing, mortifying and so many other emotions he could not think up. However, as much as he wanted to, he could not control the way his body reacted, and it was not long before, he released a cry, pleasure rocking through his whole body, and collapsed on the ground under him, utterly spent. Panting, he only had the time and energy to open his eyes half-way and gaze up with glazed-over eyes at the man over him before his surroundings faded away.

When the trash disappeared, Xanxus felt conflicted. It had been entertaining at first the reaction he had gotten from the trash when Xanxus had discovered his little problem. He was familiar enough with the teenage body to know that the boy's reaction had been unintentional; their position had been a little compromising now that Xanxus thought about it. The only reason he had done what he had after he had noticed the trash's problem had only been for amusement's sake.

He had not expected the boy's reaction to have such an effect on his own body, however. For the first time in ages, Xanxus had felt lust well up in him as he had watched the trash being so compliant while at the same time remaining so defiant as Xanxus brought him to completion.

Then the boy had looked up at him with such a debauched expression that he had felt his own member welling up even more. It had been a long time since anyone had been able to raise in him such lust that he thought he would burst.

Throwing his head back, he laughed.

"How interesting."

In the deep, dark recess of a mansion in Italy, another crack appeared in a large block of ice. This time it was larger and shone a bright orange and purple before the light faded out.

The figure inside the ice twitched a moment before becoming still again.

Author's Note: Technically I am supposed to prepare a presentation for my class of tomorrow but well, this chapter kept bugging me so I just had to post it.

I don't know if it is obvious or not but I have absolutely no idea what I am writing. All I am writing is from the information I was able to gather from the other fanfictions I have read. I don't know if I was able to portray this well enough, since there's also the fact that I need to take into account the numerous issues Naoki goes through while... er, discovering his sexuality, so to speak.

Right. So, opinions would be highly appreciated, particularly if there is something I need to improve on.

From this chapter, I suppose you can already see just where I am taking this story and I hope no one is too disappointed.

Reight. Thanks for reading. Leave behind a review.

Leight