A/N: Behold... Chapter 3!
Because I just can't get the image of Squalo in an arabian dancer's outfit out of my head...
...Wish there's fanart... *hinthint*
"Please, Xanxus-dono, I'm begging you!"
Xanxus looked down coldly at the company manager, groveling pitifully at his feet.
"What do I have to gain in aiding you?" His words were as sharp as his gaze, and the blond flinched, as if he had just been hit. Amazingly, he kept his ground, and stuttered back.
"I... I have prepared a present for you, Xanxus-dono... A special present."
At the manager's hopefully insinuating tone, the raven-haired man scoffed. "I have no need for cheap whores. I have plenty of my own, scum."
"N-no!" the manager gasped, looking up with wide, terrified eyes. "This one is special! I swear! If you don't like them... If you don't like them I'll sign my entire business to you!"
"It's a deal then."
The blond stood up, but still cowered in Xanxus's presence. Shakily, he ordered his guards. "Bring them out!"
Idly, Xanxus lounged back into his chair and watched the gaudy red curtains part dramatically, placing his drink to his lips. But he never got around to drinking it, though, for - though he'd never admit it - the sight that greeted him behind the curtain shocked him into momentary paralysis.
It was your average group of dancers, except nothing about this group was average. Three dancers stood in the center of the platform, and three musicians off to the side. The musicians made an odd group, one dressed in a tall white hat and kimono, another with red hair, a tattoo on his face, and a bored expression, and the last one a serious-looking blond kneeling between the two, but it was the dancers that caught Xanxus's eyes. One had shoulder-length green hair and curious makeup beneath his eyes, dressed in a dark purple outfit, cropped tank top form-fitting and the see-through laces billowing out from his slim frame. The teen at the other end had a mop of blond hair that blocked his eyes from view, and a large grin to take up the other half of his face. His clothes were like the green-haired boy's, except it was a bright crimson, and covered with gemstones. Unlike the halo soft sashes trailed from atop the green-haired boy's head, the blond had a sparkling tiara, tilted at an angle, so half his face (vertically, this time) was in tinted shadows.
Then Xanxus's eyes landed on the last dancer.
Poised like a perfect Grecian statue, the man stood, pale skin and hair coveted by stormy blue-colored clothes of the finest material. The veil which hung from the golden band in which the handful of silver tresses were gathered failed to cover sharp cerulean eyes, promising death to all those who dared mock him.
Xanxus stood, enthralled by the majestic being. For an instant, blue eyes met red, and the raven-haired man would like to think the dancer teetered in his stance a little bit. With a feral smirk set and ready to go, Xanxus prowled forward until he stood in front of the man.
"...What's your name?"
"CUT!"
The dim lighting instantly brightened at the director's call. Infuriated, Xanxus turned to Lussuria with his Death Glare.
"What did you just say, trash?"
"Mou, boss..." the transsexual man pouted, completely ignoring Xanxus's threat. "Your eyes have just been captured by the beautiful dancer in front of you! You're in love! You can't just say your line so dul-"
"VOOOOOOIIIIII! I'M NOT GOING THROUGH WITH THIS ANYMORE!"
Lussuria turned his simpers to Squalo, who had ripped off his veil and thrown in down in anger. "Squ! Don't abuse the costumes like that!"
"I don't fucking care," Squalo snarled, tearing off his shoes, and stomping on them as he walked away to make his point. "This is moronic! Why the hell should I do this, anyways?"
"At least you're not stuck with the role of the pathetic CEO..." Dino muttered at the side, receiving sympathetic looks from his new assistant, Tsuna, and a glare from Squalo.
"I'm playing the role of a girl," he growled. "A fuckin' whore, at it...!"
"You're not a girl!"
"Can't say the role doesn't suit you," Xanxus mused from the side, smugly meeting his coworker, and also subordinate's glower from over the top of his water bottle.
Needless to say, Lussuria's previous exclamation went completely ignored by his two actors.
"Voooooiiiiiii! You assho-"
"Shishishi~ The prince knew stupid Sharkie wouldn't be able to do it~ Now pay up, froggie~"
Squalo's attention was instantly focused on the red-clad prince, like a shark who had smelled a drop of blood a mile away. "Bel... What did you just say?"
"That there's no way you were able to do this, Squalo-sempai," Fran answered for Bel, standing to the side with his hands clasped behind his back. "You were too scared, he said."
"The froggie needs to stop lying before my knives drive into his body," Bel said, his grin slightly forced and slightly nervous now that the silver-haired actor's full-power glare was aimed at his head. If looks could kill, the prince would've been dead a million times and over now. Slowly, he turned with a new plan in mind. "I said Squalo would never be able to act alongside Boss, but apparently I was wrong..."
It was Xanxus's time to glare, and Bel actually winced. "What the hell did you just say, trash?"
"Well, you did screw up the take..."
A terse moment of silence followed Squalo's unmindful remark, during which, the silver-haired man in question was hopelessly oblivious of the pandemonium he had just caused. A loud snap cut through the air like a knife through melting butter as the bottle in Xanxus's hand snapped cleanly in half.
"Alright, then, trash," the raven-haired actor said brusquely. "Let me show you how a real actor does this."
"Um... If you say so, boss... Scene 14, take two, ACTION!"
-Take 2-
"What's your name?" Xanxus purred, voice low and sultry. A scarred hand snaked its way up Squalo's thigh, and Bel couldn't tell whether the silver-haired man's shiver was voluntary, or pure instincts.
"Customer..." Squalo whispered, pushing himself away. "Please si-"
"CUT!"
"NOW WHAT?"
"Squ-chan!" Lussuria whined, hopping off his director's seat and skipping up to the silver-haired man, managing to somehow flaunt around his gayness a bit more as he grabbed his coworker's hands and got on one knee. Disgusted, Squalo instantly wrenched his hand out from the strangely clammy grip, and stumbled back a couple of steps. "You're being seduced by a totally gorgeous stud! Be more nervous! Stutter a bit! C-customer! P-p-please take a seat...!"
Squalo responded with an expression of utmost disgust, but turned around to go back to set anyways, simply to answer the challenging look the boss gave him. "Fuck this..."
Lussuria sighed, and whispered to Levi beside him, "Here we go again..."
-Take 3-
"C-customer!" Squalo gasped. "Please... Take a seat...!"
"You protest, but your body says yes..." Xanxus replied, reeling the dancer into his grasp. Like he said, Squalo found it a challenge to resist the heat in those hands, in those eyes...
"No..." the silver-haired man breathed. "I'm not a prostitute...!"
"You wouldn't have to be, anymore."
Squalo looked offended at Xanxus's offer, and slapped the large hand around his wrist away. There were trace amounts of surprise in red eyes, but mostly just anger, as Xanxus refastened his grip around the pale hand and threw it and its owner across the room. The dancer was lighter than he had anticipated, and Squalo crash landed into the table, amongst wooden splinters and glass and wooden ceramics with a loud crash.
"Don't disobey me-"
"CUT!"
"WHAT THE FUCK NOW?" Xanxus nearly screeched, turning on the director.
"Squalooooo!" Lussuria whined, giving his attention to the man crouching in the pile of broken furniture, examining the various cuts and bruises blossoming along his body with a deep scowl. Pale blue eyes looked up glowering, questioning without words What-the-Fuck-was-Wrong. "You're acting too much like yourself! If a normal dancer gets thrown into a table, they're going to yell or scream or something! And you look too tense right before boss throws you! You never saw this coming! You have to-"
"SHUT UP!"
-Take 4-
"You wouldn't have to be, anymore."
Blue eyes flashed, red eyes glared, and a moment later, Squalo was flying through the air, bracing himself for-
"CUT!"
-Take 5-
Xanxus's grip was hard as he yanked his fellow actor off to the side and into the air, watching from his peripherals Squalo's body soaring past the table-
"CUT!"
-Take 26-
Squalo was fit, and most definitely strong, but even Xanxus's arm had to be tired after all that throwing. One last time, he promised himself. Last, perfect take-
"CUT! You know what...? Maybe I'll just cut this scene out, Levi..."
-Take 35-
The silver-haired man leaned his weight on his left foot, since the shoot before this (or was it the one before that?) sent his right ankle right through the table at a strange angle. He was so used to Xanxus's grip on his wrist now that he didn't register the tug before he was thrown into the air yet again. Instincts and his life flashed before his eyes as he approached his 35th table of the night-
"CUT! Last try, people, and then we're cutting this scene!"
Squalo smashed into the table, breaking the flimsy wood to pieces as he sat up, glaring at - not Lussuria, but Xanxus, challenging and daring. Though nothing in his expression changed, the raven-haired man's eyes took on an amused and intrigued look.
"Bastard...!"
"If I say you're mine, you're mine, you hear?" Xanxus's husky voice rang loud and clear over the overhanging microphones and through the speakers. He approached the silver-haired dancer, reattaching the grip he had on Squalo's wrist. "Now stand up, bitch."
Squalo obeyed, using Xanxus's hold on him to support his injured frame. The moment he looked up into fiery red eyes, mouth opened to deliver a none-worksafe speech, Xanxus attacked, kissing Squalo so fiercely it seemed like he was trying to suck his soul out. After a second's pause, Squalo started kissing back, letting the huge hand at his back pull him flush against the burning heat of the bigger, broader, and stronger body fit for a god. Pale hands snaked up to a scarred neck, wrapping themselves around it, so the two were fitted comfortably against each other; all the while, mouths never parting, sticking close and closer-
"Alright, it's just not working out. We're cutting this scene. Maybe we can put Dino in there instead..."
Xanxus started tugging at the flimsy cloth covering his coworker's body, and Squalo was more than happy to comply to his boss's wishes, arching to let the top be slipped easily off him. In return, he sought the clasp at the collar of Xanxus's shirt, hooking a fingernail beneath it and pulling them apart-
"Umm, boss? Squalo? Did you not hear me? I said cut..."
Dark hands roamed the expanse of Squalo's exposed chest, and the silver-haired man moaned into the kiss, every touch bringing sensations of both fire and ice, burning more than either could ever on their own. Those same hands reached south as their owners smirked at Squalo's obvious discomfort, arousing Xanxus even more as he slid a hand down Squalo's pan-
"Cut, dammit, cut!"
Squalo gasped at the contact, and bit down on the salty patch of skin in front of him, clamping his teeth around just in time for the bite to be stimulating, rather than painful. Xanxus responded with a firm squeeze to Squalo's-
"Alright, uh, everyone? Take five..."
When Squalo turned his head, Xanxus was there to meet him, catching kiss-bruised lips with his own again, biting then licking away the sting.
"Five hours should be enough, yeah boss?"
A/N: Hope you like...!
...Though it's basically crap.
Any suggestions to jobs or requests, I'm quite open (maybe a bit too open - I'm empty)~~~! Review, drop me a PM, or email me at hyuuganeji11 at gmail dot com~~