"GOD DAMMIT XANXUS WHAT THE FUCK IS IT NOW?" Squalo screamed to his boss, and lover, angrily. He was sick and tired of Xanxus' shit! First he wanted steak (a completely normal request), then he wanted tequila (nothing out of the ordinary), then Squalo was sent on a barrage of missions (he didn't mind this part too much); but if this was any other day, Squalo wouldn't give two flying fucks! But it was today, the anniversary of the day they met. He had too much pride to say anything, and frankly, it wouldn't matter if he did.

Nothing ever changed Xanxus' mind, and no one made Xanxus do anything. Lussuria patted Squalo's shoulder and smiled. "Daijobu ne, Squa-chan. I'll get this one." The sun guardian opened their boss' door and went in.

The silverette knew this wouldn't end well. Xanxus didn't give anyone else orders like this, only him. He shook his head as Luss fled from the room. "Squalo-kun! You have to go! He only wants you!" The shark missed the smirk on the flamboyant man's face as he ran, fast as light.

"Voi!" He hissed, opening the door and slipping into the room.

"Kasuga, don't send other people in here to do your work." An empty tequila bottle was hurled at his head, his reflexes allowing him to just barely dodge in time. He wasn't quite quick enough, though, to miss the piece of glass that slid down the side of his face, slicing it deeply.

"VOI BOSS! I'M GOING TO HAVE A FUCKING SCAR NOW!" The swordsman's good hand immediately went to his face, slightly wincing at the pain. It hurt like a bitch, to be honest.

Xanxus just smirked, eyes glued to the substance leaking from his shark. "Get over here you stupid shitty shark." His smirk widened at his choice of words.

Squalo, of course, complied. He stood to the side of the throne-like chair his boss sat on. "Why am I here, Xanxus?" His voice sounded tired and defeated. He wanted this day to be over.

"What the fuck do you mean, Trash? Do you know what today is?" He grabbed Squalo's hair and pulled it harshly, loving the feeling of the silky silver strands in his hand.

"Voi! Saturday?" He growled in pain, not expecting his piece of shit boss to ever remember what that day really was.

"Twenty today. Haha!" Xanxus roared in laughter. The mid-thirties man turned Squalo's harmed cheek to face him, licking the blood. "You're still mine." His voice was a low purr. "After twenty years."

Squalo hissed at the contact of Xanxus' tongue with the wound. It burned, but felt so good. "Voi, of course! And it won't change either! Not until both of our goals are accomplished can I ever even think about it." He was deathly serious, what he left out was that he'd never leave Xanxus, even if they did both accomplish their goals.