Friday, March 13th

Squalo sneered when a text message of the Cavallone heir arrived …

Buon Compleanno Squalo-Baby!

Let's celebrate together tonight!

I'll fetch you at 21.00!

Love~

Dino ._.v

The swordmaster wasn't the type to party and laugh and dance all night and he prayed that Dino probably spoke about on of those classy Italian restaurants in the center of the city.

Just the two of them, some food and a fucking huge bottle of the best whine they could offer or Dino could afford.

Speaking of whine…this bastard of a boss went out to an extremely stupid business meeting with the Vongola famiglia located at a pretty fancy club in town tonight. Squalo had mocked at Xanxus, telling him to get some more flashy clothes to stay undercover instead of getting everybody's attention wearing those pitch black leather clothes and the clearly visible red burning scars. Xanxus had ignored him eyes flashing with pride and arrogance.

"This fucker…leaving me here to endure this fucking birthday all by myself!" muttered the white haired man under his breath and buttoned the black shirt over his tight fitting top underneath, then smoothing some crinkles out of his black jeans.

He grabbed his jacked and went out the front door. When Dinos red racing car stopped in front of him he threw his hair back and flung himself into the comfortable seat next to the blond Italian.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a secret, just wait a little. Nice outfit by the way!"

The swordemperor shrugged it of but grinned a little. "Shut up herbivore…where's you're insane lover-boy? "

"Where's you're beloved braindamaged boss?"

Both looked at each other and answered simultaneously "Business meeting!"

"So it's just the two of us then…but it will be fun anyway!" The young man smiled happily, eyes bright and hair golden as honey.

Squalo mused since when they had become close friends. Maybe because Dino never gave up chasing him around, insisting to get to knew the Varia member better.

They grew up too. A charismatic, humorous as well as charming young man had replaced the clumsy Cavallone brat, always messing things up. And Squalo himself… Time changed the bigmouthed, crazy kid holding a sword into a hot-blooded and beautiful man, still worshiping his one and only master.

His thoughts got interrupted when Dino parked the car right at the entrance of one of THOSE damn fancy clubs in the city.

"Surprise~"

"Vooooiii! Are you fucking kidding me you moron??? I HATE those clubs!"

The blond man got hit on the head and laughed a little at his sulking friend.
"Come on, you don't have to dance. We can watch the kids dance and have a few drinks!"

Several drinks and cocktails later, Squalo always complained about those "damn girly drinks" but drank them anyway 'cause Dino ordered nearly the whole menu, the two of them were laughing freely. The pale skin of Squalos cheeks glowed slightly peach now and his stern face had softened a little. They've talked about some causal things, watched the dancing crowd, the smoke of the cigarettes lingering in the air above them, listened to those pulsing beats driving the people wild.

Dino observed his friend carefully. A few drinks more and the white haired man would become less collected and buttoned up.

"You know…" Squalo started slowly, "…I totally hate how he treats me. I always smell like this disgusting whine of his, because he's pouring it over my hair all day long. "

Dino smirked knowingly. Squalo finally started to talk without being forced to.

"Don't bother yourself too much; maybe this is his way of expressing his love to you?"

"Are you kidding me?" Squalo nuzzled a strand of his long silky hair against his lips, smelling his vanilla shampoo instead of the whine and missing Xanxus quiet a lot.

Suddenly a pair of warm hands grabbed his wrist firmly and pulled him up, dragging him along towards the huge crowd of music junkies.

"Voooiii~ let go of me! Dino! I swear I'll-"

"Shhht don't mess things up now Squalo.

When the swordsman struggled wilder Dino added in a low voice: "Haven't you noticed them?"

The swordmaster tilted his head slightly and peered over Dinos shoulder, only to find his own heart skip a beat when his eyes found two familiar figures standing at the bar.

"It's him…" he whispered to the young mafia leader who grinned like mad.

"Then…let's deliver a little show, shall we? I think our dear Xanxus deserves a punishment for leaving you all alone at your birthday…"

"You have something on your mind…I can see THAT SPARKLING in your eyes Dino."

The other one smirked smugly and pulled him in direction of the bar, stopping at a place where they could easily been watched by the two men lounging with their glasses filled with alcohol.

"Listen to me Baby… Don't look into their direction, concentrate on me and let it go, okay? And put your hands on my hips…yes, like this."

"You're insane. Xanxus isn't the type to get jealous but Hibari will kill us both within 30 Seconds!"

"Why should he?"

"Because he's Hibari - fucking - Kyoya and your lover damnit!"

Dinos smile increased as he began to move his body affectionately to the music "We'll see…"

On the other side of the club Xanxus stared angrily into his glass filled with whiskey.

"This is what they call whiskey? This cheap stuff tastes like shit!"

Hibari remained silent glancing at Xanxus glass then wandering off again watching those disgusting people grinding their bodies together, breathing each others breath and smell and feelings.

This herbivore Dino would probably love this…

The two of them had escaped the secret meeting of the mafia in the VIP lounge to rest a moment as well as to get some diversion…

Hibaris eyes narrowed when a couple on the dance floor caught his attention, he lifted his hand to signalize his discovery to the Varia leader next to him.

"What is it?" the other snapped but fell abruptly silent as he saw the two young men dancing…one of them having pure white hair growing past his slender hips, swaying affectingly to his dance moves.

Dino drew Squalos slightly warmed body near, encircling the somehow girlish hips of the Varia commander to guide his movements along to the music playing.

Don't know where you're from

Never seen you around

But that don't mean nothing to me

Just want a taste of that...

The white haired young man lifted his hands and rested them at Dinos broad shoulders closing his eyes to feel more of beats they where moving to.

He stood there waiting alone

Green eyes his shoulder exposed

Smiling and biting his straw

He gave me one look, I froze

His sexy inviting eyes

My hands on his hips as we grind

He whispered in an accent unknown

"Just let go, let the music take control babe

Move your body, nothing crazy

So take it slow, there's so many things I want you to know

I ain't leaving you, cuz I'm yours tonight"

Dino felt Squalos chest rise and fall, their hearts next to each other beating in the rhythm of the song.

He grinned a little and pressed his hips against the others to grind in synchrony, to drive Xanxus mad with anger and jealousy, maybe pushing him to ask Squalo back? No…rather stealing him away leaving a beaten up Dino behind.

I can tell you want me too

And every time I think of you

That luscious drink your lips produce

I can taste that sweet LOVEJUICE

"Oh", "Oh", "More", "Slow"

Xanxus knuckles grew white from gripping his glass to tight while he kept staring at the fucking Cavallone bastard, who started roaming his hands through the soft, silky hair of his, HIS commander, the man who swore to give his life to him, to stay by his side until death will part them…

He took a short look towards Hibari who seemed pretty relaxed seeing his lover practically making out with another guy right before his eyes.

Classy like none of these hoes

Pretty little frame under his clothes

Those lips as red as a rose

Vibing to the beat from the Boze

Don't rush the night is still young

Take it to the room and sex things up

I can see you call out my name, saying

"Don't stop, more," I'm trying to see how your lips feel babe

All we need is body language

And now I know, I'm falling for you and I just can't lie

I won't go nowhere cuz I'm your man tonight

At the end of the song the blood of the black haired Varia boss boiled and his crimson eyes burned with all the anger and aggression in the color of the sky flame. The purpure flames quickly spread over his clenched fists, coloring him blood red.

"You're attracting unwelcome attention."

"Shut the fuck up, I'm going to beat the shit out of this Cavallone asshole! Nobody touches my property! NOBODY!"

"We'll be late for the meeting", Hibaris voice again, slightly annoyed.

"Feel free to fuck off, I don't care." Xanxus growled and quickly went back to observing Dino and Squalo.

See, I've been all around the world, but I ain't seen nothing

Like you, don't matter where you're from, it don't mean nothing

See, I've been all around the world, but I ain't seen nothing

And now I got four minutes to take you back, boy we can be something

Squalo himself had a pretty good time on the dancefloor. He liked the feeling of Dinos warm, gentle hands ghosting over his back, sometimes entangled in his hair, giving him a good feeling, heating him up.

When the music stopped for a moment, the Cavallone heir leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to Squalos ear, whispering something, lips almost brushing the swordfighter while talking.

From his location Xanxus observed them unfailing. He cringed as he saw Squalos perfect lips curve into an infuriating smile, causing him to hate Dino even more. This smile of Squalo was meant to be for him and only for him…

He was about to step into the dancing crowd, pulling Squalo out of those damn arms when Hibari stopped him using a raised arm to block his way.

"Wait."

"Make way! Maybe it's irrelevant to you whether your lover is cheating on you, but to me it's not!"

"You're not lovers."

Xanxus spun around to face those cold, icy eyes of the Vongola cloud guardian. Slender body, emotionless but handsome face framed by raven-hued hair. Hibaris gaze ghosted back to the couple.

"They're gorgeous together, don't you think? Both of them tall, handsome, charismatic…" he looked back at Xanxus beclouded face "…the difference between our situations is that I own this man that you call my lover. But what do you own? Squalos loyalty in battle? Stunning." He lifted his eyebrow emphasize the irony of his last words.

A new song started.

Hello little boys, little toys

We're the dreams you'll believe in

Crawling up the walls

Running down your face

Razor sharp, razor clean

Feel the weapon's sensation

On your back...

With loaded guns

Now hold on to me pretty baby

If you want to fly

I'm gonna melt the fever sugar

Rolling back your eyes

"Dino…? Is he looking at us?"

"Yes he is…I guess he's going to murder me later. Kyoya is holding him back…so let's finish this show…the grande finale."

Blue eyes stared questioningly into brown ones.

"Time to show some skin, right?"

We're gonna ride the race cars

We're gonna dance on fire

We're the boys Le Disko

Supersonic overdrive

Dino began to move more untamed, sweeping Squalo along into a much wilder dance than before. Sweat began to glister on top of their heated skin. The blond man tilted his head aside to lick some of the liquid on the white haired males exposed neck away. Being held by Dino, Squalo bent his upper body backwards, letting Dino spin him around, bringing his hips close again then pulling him back up to roam hands over his chest. With one swift motion the buttoned shirt was ripped open, buttons clattering to the ground, followed by the shirt.

So what's it gonna take?

Silver shadow believer....

Spock rocker with your dirty eyes

It's a chance, gonna move

Gonna fuck up your ego

Silly boy, gonna make you cry

When their hands began to move under each others shirts revealing smooth skin, exposing delicate hipbones, faces getting closer something inside Xanxus snapped.

"I think of his loyalty vow as an extending vow including his mind, his heart and his fucking body as well!"

"Seems to me like you totally suck as a boss and master. I'm convinced that you failed to make this clear to him…"

Was there a faint smile on those cold lips of the cloud guardian?

Now hold on to me pretty baby

If you want to fly

I'm gonna melt the fever sugar

Rolling back your eyes

If what they say is true...

You're a boy - and I'm a girl

I will never fall in love with you

As if the dancers on the floor heard their conversation they where suddenly stepping apart, letting go of each other in the middle of the song. The Varia boss straightened his back watching his swordmaster walking towards him directly, gaze locked with his, swaying those damn fierce hips slightly, confidently.

He was totally occupied within this scenario, forgetting the Cavallone boss and the cloud guardian in an instant.

We're gonna ride the race cars

We're gonna dance on fire

We're the boys Le Disko

Supersonic overdrive

Squalo stopped merely a few centimeters away, their bodies almost touching. The Vongola heir could feel Squalos hastened breath caressing his slightly opened lips. Time stood still for a second when Xanxus burning gaze met Squalos challenging one. Slowly a gloved hand made her way into the jet-black hair, the other one resting against an obvious heaving chest. Squalo remained still, blue eyes framed by long, silver eyelashes suddenly closing when the other man tilted his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss, nearly bruising him. Raspy fingertips brushed past Squalos black top to feel more of this hot skin, drawing him closer into those powerful arms encircling him.

He refused to believe this: They were actually KISSING. In front of dozen other people in a club, playing dance music, although Xanxus only liked aggressive music…but kissing.

They've never kissed before. They've never been in love before. Or maybe they were?

Squalo slightly pulled back, only to feel Xanxus licking his lip, then tugging it between gritted teeth while shoving both hands into that annoyingly soft hair he longed to touch the whole evening.

We're gonna ride the race cars

We're gonna dance on fire

We're the boys Le Disko

Supersonic overdrive

The long haired man pulled his boss along and between tongue and teeth they're stumbled back on the dancefloor. He grabbed a hold on Xanxus neck, opened his mouth to welcome the other tongue battling for dominance. Squalo felt the difference between Dino and Xanxus immediately; his boss wasn't the type to be kind and caring, protecting him with warmth and a carefree smile like Dino…

Xanxus hands pressed him into the positions that his boss defined, the way he wanted Squalo to move.

But still…it wasn't unpleasant for the swordfighter because he knew; he could let himself go letting Xanxus lead the way.

Come on in, take a seat.

Tell me how you feel this weak.

Are you cursed? Are you blessed?

Are you still inside the mess?

Suddenly the black haired man pulled back grabbing the slim wrist of the still glowing and tipsy commander in front of him, dragging him away from the crowd, making his way between the tables and people, heading for the exit while picking Squalos jacket of the now empty seat. Squalos hair flew around as he quickly turned his head to catch a final glimpse of the innumerable colorful finished drinks he and Dino had left behind, still filling the whole table, some spilling transparent liquids on the surface.

All those feelings wrapped around you,

Hold you down so you can't break through.

It's a trap, so don't ask. it's a shadow on

Your back. It don't burn, it don't bleed,

Still it cuts you at the knee.

All this pressure that surrounds you,

Holds you down but you know you

Gotta break through.

The cold night send shivers down Squalos spine while Xanxus looked for his personal driver and finally wrenched the white haired into the comfortably seats of an extremely luxurious black limousine.

Squalo mewled at the sudden collision and was about to straighten himself up, only to gasp as he felt his boss settling himself on top of his sharp hips. They were kissing again. And between hungry mouths and sharp teeth biting his neck Squalo could smell this unique as well as familiar flavor of the other man. A mixture of leather, alcohol and the rich scent of expensive perfume…sometimes combined with blood. He couldn't help himself but to feel adrenalized when Xanxus hands found their way down his back, lifting him up into a sitting position on the older mans lap and finally resting on his backside.

He felt the burning gaze of those crimson eyes on him and raised his head only to feel shaped lips touching his sensible ear, whispering "Move.", in a husky voice.

Hey, ce la vie.

Remember me? I made you, dressed

And trained you.

Hey, it's bitter sweet.

You can't kill me with kindness,

I don't buy it.

Strip down, show me flesh and bone.

(Strip Down.)

'Cause now I own you.

Meanwhile Dino attempted to snatch a kiss from Hibari but quickly backed up, as the raven-hued haired man lifted a tonfa and hissed a dangerous "I dare you!"

Still smiling the taller man tilted his head "You don't have to be shy Kyouya; it's pretty natural to kiss in a place like this."

"I won't kiss you anywhere, moron." the other young man sneered back.

"You're always so mean…Then what about a dance?"

"I'm leaving." The cloud guardian pushed himself off the barcounter.

"I'll drive you home!"

"You're drunk. "

"Then let's share a taxi."

And there it was. This unfaltering smile of him, making Hibaris stomach twist in an almost sick manner.

Take a breath, hold it in.

Now look up, let's begin.

Lesson learned, take a turn.

Now you come around again,

All those feelings wrapped around you,

Hold you down so you can't break through.

"Ah, I totally forgot about the bill…wait a second!"

The young Japanese remained unmoving, watching the attractive man next to him leaning above the counter to get the barkeepers attention.

Hibari glanced at Dinos artistically tattooed skin, all those bright colors…each telling a different kind of story, each one treasuring a memory of the Cavallone heir.

He was so damn annoying, this herbivore. Always cheerful, foolish and led by emotions. Always getting into serious trouble because of his heartiness, brushing it all of with this charming smile of his.

"Kyouya? Let's get going?"

They left the club entering the uncrowded street, where just a faint noise reminded them of the dancing people inside.

"I left my car around this corner, we could- Hey! Where are going?"

"I hate your car."

"W-what? Why?"

"Because it reminds me of you."

Dinos disappointed facial expression changed into smutty grin.

"Maybe…" he walked closer to the other man, "…because of the things we used to do in there the last time I drove you home?"

Hibaris pale cheeks burned red as the hair before his eyes was brushed back and the Italian leaned in.

"Let's do it agai---argh!"

The cloud guardian led his tonfas sunk after punching Dino hard.

"I hate you."

Time is up, take your shot.

'Cause your story's all you got.

Don't back down, don't say no.

Just stay still and let go.

All this pressure that surrounds you,

Holds you down but you know

You've gotta break through.

Squalo could feel the chilly temperature of the tinted window pressed to his bare shoulders and neck.

He watched his own ragged breath condensing on the nebulized glass as he turned his head sideward, allowing Xanxus more access to his nape. They haven't talked since their rushed leave. Only hearing the other one breath, smell each other, touch each other and feel each other.

Close, closer, bodies curved against the other.

Heated lips crushing his own as they kissed. Touches becoming bolder as they shoved their clothes off their bodies.

Hey, ce la vie.

Remember me? I made you, dressed

And trained you.

Hey, it's bitter sweet.

You can't kill me with kindness,

I don't buy it.

Strip down, show me flesh and bone.

(Strip Down.)

'Cause now I own you.

When Xanxus burning eyes met his again he led his head sink low, hair covering his heated face.

He felt the other man grabbing his chin and lifting him up to meet the intense gaze again.

"You're unusually docile tonight, trash. Are you that drunk?"

When Squalo opened his mouth to answer the black haired man pulled him close again, yanking him down using the long hair and inserted his tongue into this tempting mouth of his commander, tasting sweet echoes of the alcohol Squalo had consumed earlier.

"…damn you're totally mushy…no fighting spirit at all…come on trash, bite me…"

"Ngh…" The white haired turned his head away and refused to follow his order, touching his bleeding lip instead…where the black haired had sunk his teeth in forcefully.

Xanxus frowned when he felt the other jerking back from his touch "What is it bitch? You're afraid all of a sudden?" he growled low, hand fisting some loose strands of hair.

Finally Squalo lifted his face inhaling deeply "Fuck you!"

His boss gave a smirk "Is this an invitation?"

"No…it means take your hands of me fucker!"

The crimson eyes narrowed dangerously "Say this again…" A warning.

"I'm not your whore whenever you feel like it."

"Well that's amusing. You know what? I don't care what you are thinking because I own you."

(You can't kill me with kindness, no I don't buy it.)

Strip down, show your flesh and bone.

'Cause now I own you.

The car suddenly stopped when Squalo started to struggle against Xanxus hold, trying to escape with all might.

The commander wasn't sure where the sudden feeling of reluctance came from. All he knew was that he needed to stop Xanxus from using him.

"Let go of me asshole!!!I'm not here for being laid by you"

Xanxus strong hands caught Squalos hip, tearing him out of the luxurious car into the arms of a raging thunderstorm, then tossing him across one broad shoulder, carrying him like the prey he was to him.

The sky seemed to seethe, clouds rushing across the former blue surface, now tainted violet and black. And when the Varialeader caught a glimpse of

Squalos silver eyes flashing with anger he knew what was about to arise…

A downpour emerged while he sprinted to reach the mansion soaking them wet as the sky opened his sluices.

Xanxus felt himself laughing, tilting his head back to mock at the ceiling high above.

"Is this all?"

Still chuckling darkly Xanxus made his way through the large hallways griping the squirming Squalo tightly.

Squalos breath came in small puffs and his hair shielded his sight. But he knew anyway where his boss was heading…the bedroom.

"Here we are!" The white haired man was thrown on a large comfortable bed, covered in snow-white silky bed sheets.

It was Squalos room and he knew why Xanxus had picked the swordfighters room instead of his own…because he could just leave when he was finished with his subordinate he wouldn't have to kick him out.

Immediately he felt those glowing lips attached to his neck again, leaving dark hickeys and some bruises while strong hands ripped the last clothes off Squalos body, to reveal milky skin.

The black haired man stopped for a moment soaking the breathtaking image in. The storm outside had stilled and the rain was falling in drops now…almost softly. But the moon looked pale and dusty, shedding dirty, grayish light…not able to enlighten the inside of the mansion properly but painting some light patterns all over Squalos exposed skin.

When Xanxus ravished Squalos mouth again the sword emperor felt a band getting tied around his wrist to tie him up to the headboard.

He gritted his teeth, pulled one of his slender legs close and released a fast kick, hitting Xanxus hipbone and knocking him off the trembling body on the mattress.

As quick as a flash Squalo ripped himself free, grabbed a sheet and started to run, breaking the closed door while wrapping himself into the white blanket. His white silhouette faded into the dark hallway and his hurried footsteps grew faint.

Xanxus emitted a growl as he pushed himself up to his feet. He noticed the missing blanket und a lustful grin appeared in his face. He licked the small trickle of blood which poured out of his mouth away and took his heavy leather boots of.

"I'll get you…you can't run away because you are my prey tonight. I'll hunt you down without mercy."

When the Varia boss started to track after the white haired he chose a fast yet quiet pace to catch up. He already knew where this way would lead Squalo to…

Meanwhile Squalo hasted through the dark corridors. All he could hear was his own ragged breath, his rapid beating heart hammering against his rib cage like it wanted to escape. He was thrilled to the extreme, senses sharp but his gaze was still hazy.

"Damn you Dino! Why did you gave me all those shitty drinks?!"

When he came across a large mirror-wall he paused for a moment, checking his surroundings carefully. Then he looked up and eyed his own reflection in the glass…pale skin flushed of running away and white hair piling around his feet since he crouched down into a perching position, holding the thin blanked tight against his body.

"Nhg…I'm not a fucking ghost wearing a bridal dress…I should get rid of this…"

"No, you're certainly not…you are the white deer I hunt, my victim and yes...you'll lose this blanket very soon Babe."

"Xanxus!"

There he was, soaring in this majestic armchair of his like the emperor he was to Squalo.

"Seems like the hunt is over and you lost. Come here."

Hey, ce la vie.

Remember me? I made you, dressed

And trained you.

Hey, it's bitter sweet.

You can't kill me with kindness,

I don't buy it.

Strip down, show me flesh and bone.

(Strip Down.)

'Cause now I own you.

Now I own you.

You know I own you.