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 Ten

That night as Naoki slept in one of Hibari's guest bedrooms, his body aching from the hard work out the two had spent hours doing from the moment he had arrived at the prefect's house, he found himself in a familiar dreamscape. At first he was surprised and then oddly enough relieved, before he became slightly hesitant. How was Xanxus going to act towards him after the previous incident? He really was not looking forward for being mocked about the way his… body had reacted.

With a resigned sigh, he made his way to where he knew the man to be. Well, there was no point in hiding and avoiding the inevitable. He was anything but a coward.

As he rounded the corner, body tense and ready for anything, he found red creeping across his face as his eyes caught sight of the familiar figure lounging across the throne-like chair. Red eyes snapped open before locking on his still, frozen form. Naoki suddenly found himself feeling really small. Then, slowly, deliberately, a smirk made its way across the scarred face. The blond took a step back as wariness filled his mind. His eyes narrowed and he loosened the tense muscles in his legs, ready to bolt any time, particularly if Xanxus tried the same things as during their last encounter.

However, fortunately, the man instead shot a quick, "defend yourself," at him before attacking him. Naoki stubbornly ignored the alien feeling of slight disappointment that rose at the back of his mind.

This particular fight was quite different from any of their usual ones, even the last one during which Naoki had been preoccupied by what had happened in the future and what he had been forced to do because of it. This time, their fight, though as vicious as their usual fights and Naoki was able to hold his own far longer than the first time around, there was an undercurrent of tension between them; each time they parried, switched from defense to offense or even dodge, their eyes met, skin brushed against each other and they remembered what had happened between them the last time they had seen each other.

Naoki's body did not help either; the excitement he felt at the fast-paced fight, the adrenaline coursing through his veins and his hammering heart, added to his fresh memories of their last encounter, together made a certain newly-despised part of his anatomy react. It was not long before he was red in the face, breath coming in short pants and with slightly dilated pupils; none of this had to do with the physical exertion his body went through.

Xanxus was an assassin and had been in the mafia for years, so being observant was a given when one wanted to live in such a world. Thus, it was to no real surprise that he noticed the peculiar effect their fight had on Naoki's teenage body. He had decided even before the boy appeared that he would not be too forward; it would not do to frighten the kid before Xanxus could even begin his plans after all. He wanted to make the brat come to him; what a better way to infuriate that idiot Iemitsu if his own son chose Xanxus above everything and everyone else?

Now, however, having such a young body practically calling for him, Xanxus could say, well, F—k it. He was never one to plan ahead anyway; it was more something he let the damn shark take care of. What ever really mattered to him was him and he always took what he wanted when he wanted. And he had already decided to make the brat his anyway. Thus, the next time the brat went to attack, Xanxus grabbed the boy's small wrist and threw him at the nearby wall.

The impact took Naoki's breath away and before he knew it, as he steadied himself on his feet, he suddenly found himself trapped between the wall… and a smugly smirking Xanxus. Naoki stiffened in apprehension, readying himself for whatever the older man would throw at him. However, he never expected the moment Xanxus grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the wall, his larger body trapping him in place.

Naoki struggled fruitlessly but his body could only wriggle in place. He would have continued his struggles if not for the fact that Xanxus abruptly pressed his body against him which made a certain part of his anatomy rub against the other man. He immediately froze. He felt apprehension fill his mind as Xanxus' smirk widened.

Then slowly, deliberately, Xanxus rocked his hips against him. Naoki gasped, feeling the other man rubbing against the place between his legs since when the older man had pinned him, he had found himself between Naoki's slender legs. The result was that as Xanxus rocked slowly into him, certain organs were pushed together, rubbing languidly and driving Naoki crazy with the sudden pleasure coursing through his body.

Naoki felt that the man was mocking him in his body's reactions and he felt indignation fill up his thoughts. He did not appreciate being mocked and he refused for what had happened the last time to repeat itself; he had been powerless as the older man did what he wanted to him. Naoki refused to make the other believe that he could just do anything to him without repercussions. He was not subservient, least of all towards such an irritating bastard.

Maybe it was the pleasure that made him react in such a way, clouding his judgment at the completely foreign yet familiar feeling filling him up, but whatever the reason, Naoki completely forgot his reservations. Before Xanxus knew what was happening, Naoki wrapped one of his slender legs around the taller man's hips before the other followed. As he stiffened his legs, he watched the other man's red eyes widen slightly when their lower halves grounded together. He shot the man a smirk of his own, feeling particularly smug as he saw the man's pupils dilate and his nostrils flaring.

However, maybe he had not thought it well enough, as the next thing he knew, the two of them were in a battle of wills, trying to see who could undo the other first as they violently thrust their hips together. He did not know when but Naoki was able to free one of his wrists and with his free hand, he fisted the Xanxus' black hair none too gently and pulled his head back to glare at the equally glaring red eyes as he felt the man's now free hand slip beneath his clothes to scrape his back. As his other hand was freed, Naoki immediately wrapped his free arm around the man's shoulders to keep his balance. He definitely did not expect feeling a large hand grab one of his butt cheeks and… squeeze.

Naoki gasped and groaned, his head falling to rest against one of the man's shoulders as pleasure skyrocketed and Xanxus' hips sped up. The hot arm around his back tightened and Naoki felt like he was burning, particularly as the other hand slipped inside his pajamas trousers that he had gone to sleep in, and cupped his bare butt, long rough fingers slipping between his cheeks to then rub against his entrance, never really breaching pass but still applying slight pressure. He gasped and moaned, feeling the hairs on his arms standing on end, shivers of pleasure wracking his body. This proved to be too much for him as, with a shudder, his vision went white, pleasure like he had never felt before in this life exploding.

He felt the other man twitch against him, hot breath grazing his ear as the two of them came down from their high. Then, not wanting to be in this position longer than necessary, Naoki gave a sharp tug at Xanxus' hair before he unwound his legs from around the older man. Body still affected from their little tryst, it took his hold on the other man's coat to prevent his legs from buckling underneath him. He twitched as he felt Xanxus remove his hand from his trousers though he was confused why the older man kept his other arm around Naoki's bare back.

What had happened mere minutes before finally dawned on Naoki and horror and self-disgust filled his mind. He could not believe he had just done that. Was he so pathetic that he let his body control his actions? He was no better than a common whore! Just accepting to do something like that with that – that – that infuriating man with barely any resistance!

However, before he could push the other further away from him, he felt his world go black, and he could not be more thankful to find himself back in the waking world.

… Now, to deal with what had happened.

Oh, dear.

As the brat disappeared, Xanxus threw his head back and laughed. This was going to be far easier than he had at first thought. The little shit was a feisty little thing but really responsive to his advances. Maybe for now the brat did not want it, but with time he would come crawling to Xanxus.

Sawada Iemitsu was going to have a conniption. This was getting better and better.

… And the brat made such interesting expressions when being undone.

He had actually done it. He had actually done it. Naoki had actually done it; he had given in. He could not believe just how easily he had gone against his reservations, against everything he had believed and his resolutions. And what for? To satisfy his teenage body and hormones? Like he had thought right after waking up two days before, he was no better than a common whore. Particularly if it was suddenly alright for him to just do that with a man like him.

Well, Xanxus was a definite looker, true, but that did not excuse his actions. He was a boy now, damn it! This simple fact should be enough to turn him off until he died again. He could not imagine sleeping with a woman and the simple fact that he was a boy made sleeping with a man so much different and… weird.

And damn weird it was. His body had reacted in a way completely different from his previous one; either Xanxus was really good or his body was particularly responsive. Or both. Either way, he had liked it and was even thinking about doing it again if he ever got the opportunity. Yes, it was that good. As dirty and ashamed he felt, he wanted more.

Well, he had known that he was a completely different person from whom he had once been in his previous life, so maybe it was finally time for him to let go of a part of the past. He was not naïve enough to believe that he could just move on completely from his past but… maybe, just maybe he could try to be someone else instead of yearning for what had long been gone.

It was not like he would suddenly end up in a relationship with the older man; he knew that Xanxus did not particularly like him and he neither held any positive feelings towards the man. He did not feel like suddenly declaring his eternal love for the other; he still wanted to wipe that smug smirk from that bastard's face, so he knew that everything was purely physical at the least. This was definitely not something he would have done in his previous life but this just proved that he had really changed since then.

He was a new person, with new believes, and apparently new tastes.

However, no way was he just going to let that annoying man do as he pleased. He would never ever submit to anyone and if that smug bastard believed that Naoki would ever just do what he wanted, then he had another thing coming.

Extra

It was the weekend when Naoki found himself knocking on the door of a large Japanese-styled mansion. Another weird kid had been added to their household and the Sawada residence was too loud for his tastes, particularly as the new child, a little Chinese brat, enjoyed getting into fights with the resident cow child. Those two together was so loud that Naoki just had to leave the house early in the morning. He was itching for a good fight, so when a particularly familiar (physically) older boy opened the door, it was to no surprise that he immediately went into the offensive. The other boy shot him one of his bloodthirsty grins before he dove into their fight in earnest.

A couple of hours later found the two boys panting and nursing wounds, having relocated in a large dojo-styled room sometime during their fight. Hibari sheathed his tonfas and turned his back on Naoki. Kusakabe Tetsuya, who had appeared half-way in their fight approached with two bottles of water and two towels, which he handed to the two of them.

"Sawada Naoki," came from the Head Prefect who did not even bother to turn back to said blond-haired boy. "You need to expand on your fighting skills."

Naoki gained a contemplative look as he gazed down at the bottle in his hands. "What do you propose?" he finally asked. He knew that Hibari would actually help him in becoming stronger, if only for the simple fact that he wanted more of a challenge in their almost-daily spars. Naoki knew that he was lacking as since he had begun fighting he always relied only on his fists and he did not even have a real style so to speak. Through trial and error (and lots of pain) he had made a form for himself that could serve as both defensive and offensive, without leaving any openings, and it had served him well all this time, though he still needed to improve.

However, hand-to-hand was all well and good but he needed something more to spice up his fighting style. It would have been better if he knew even a little martial arts but he had a feeling that they were not for him. He could add guns to his fighting style but he did not think Hibari would appreciate him bringing guns to school. He liked using guns but he needed something more but he knew that he needed a secondary weapon.

He had no idea what, though so he left that for Hibari. The boy was surprisingly good at judging what kind of fighting style was good for someone. He did need to know what his little minions needed to be competent in their work after all.

With that in mind, Naoki turned on his heels and left after a "come back tomorrow" from the other, feeling particularly content with this day's spar. Even if he had interrupted Hibari's patrol routine. He knew the other would make him pay, but what could be better than a good spar he would have to work really hard not to get himself concussed?

Naoki could not help but stare, Hibari, not far, smirking smugly at his dumbfounded expression. In front of him, in one of Hibari's dojos, was a wall covered with a wide a ray of weapons displayed, be they guns, bazooka, or even naginata or tessens. Naoki had been more than surprised when the Head prefect had shown him the empty dojo, before pushing a small button on the wall for said wall to swing open and reveal… that.

It was impressive. It was like being in some kind of spy movie or something, and kind of made him excited to be able to wield one of those weapons. As Hibari walked up to the wall, Naoki impatiently waited for what the physically older boy had chosen for him. The black-haired boy by-passed the guns, the swords, and even the war hammers, before picking up something that made Naoki deflate and wonder if the other was actually serious. In Hibari's hand was a thin and small pointy object. Yes, it was a throwing dart, though much thinner than Naoki had ever seen before. It was smaller and thinner and Naoki knew that the pointy tip would without a doubt hurt.

"That?" he asked dispassionately.

Hibari glared. "Yes, that."

He never expected to like the unimpressive, whimpy little thing.

Author's Note: I had really no idea how to write the M part of the story and I was stuck there for weeks. I mean, I had a general idea but then I had to put it into words, and like I said, I have really no idea what I'm writing. Hopefully, it's good enough.

Yes, Naoki finally starts to accept his situation and his relationship with Xanxus is somewhat going forward. The extra at the end was not only to complete the word count but also to show where in the timeline the story is and to show just what the relationship between Hibari and Naoki is like.

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Thanks for reading!

Leight