interstellar5555 | "In cento anni o cento mesi, l'acqua torna a' suoi paesi."

[ The next morning is, understandably, a little difficult. He wakes up around noon rather than fuck o clock in the morning like he usually does, face-down, his hair’s a mess, and he’s hurting in several places (his head, which is damn unusual considering his levels of alcohol tolerance, and even more unusually, his ass). His memory is hazy starting somewhere around the sixteenth bar, though if the crossed-out sticks on the back of his good hand are any indication, he got through all twenty-three. He vaguely recalls some of his friends, dudes in helmets, Xanxus, but he’s not entirely sure which of it actually happened and what he might’ve dreamed after getting back. Oh yeah, also something about lots of damn great sex that felt like he’s been anticipating it his whole life, then ~~passing out~~ napping, then more sex, which he supposes explains some of those aches. Well, he’s in his penthouse safe and sound, surely nothing has gone too wild. ]

[ Wait. IS he in his penthouse? There’s someone next -- there’s definitely someone next to him. Groggily, he lifts himself on his elbows a bit to turn his head and check out whatever clue to yesterday the universe has decided to provide him with. ]

[ On the pillow right next to him he sees someone adorned with very familiar scars and feathers. He groans loudly and flops back onto the mattress. ~~The bed creaks as he does that. Something in it might have been broken...~~ ]

[ The next morning is fucking amazing. He regularly sleeps in unless he's forced to wake the hell up. And good god but wouldn't he like to stay in bed right now for as long as possible. One arm slung possessively around Squalo, snoring just slightly. Face almost soft, relaxed. It's the most at peace he's been for a long time. This is probably the best sleep he's ever gotten.

He makes a grumpy sound when his living plushie shifts up. No. No way in hell is he waking up yet. Not yet. In fact, he might just roll against Squalo, into those bruises he's probably left all over him, and bury his face into the man's hair. ]

Stop moving, trash. And stop being so fucking loud.

[ It still hasn't registered what he's done. ]

[ Well, he has been touching Squalo a lot very recently. A big part of that peace is probably the residue of his Rain flames. That's obviously not all there was to it, though. There was just... something relaxing about the two of them being nearby. As if nothing bad could possibly happen as long as they don't get separated. It's pretty surreal. ]

[ At the moment, Squalo's pretty surprised by that arrangement. The hold feels nice. Was this how Xanxus got him to stay despite the whole throwing things at him deal? Good fucks and then being all snuggly and not painful? He'd love to say it wouldn't work, but... it's working. Right now. ]

Don't fucking tell me what to do.

[ He grumbles with a bit of a drawl, though in reasonable volume this time, but does go still again. ]

[ Fuck. Fuuuck. So much for keeping his distance and changing his fate. Worst part of all, he doesn't even feel like he's regretting it. It felt good. It still feels good. And right. And-- ]

Edited 2016-03-13 15:07 (UTC)

[ Blaming the flames and not the unhealthy co-dependence. Good move there because honestly, he doesn't even know how he slept all these nights without Squalo right there. Some how, it's just seems safer now that he's got his security blanket back. It's part of why he doesn't want to wake up. Because soon as he does, it all will probably go to shit. ]

[ And there's an almost tender kiss to whatever bit of flesh he's closest too and more snuggling. Only he'll deny it forever that he snuggles. ] You certainly enjoyed being told what to do last night. Or was it this morning? [ Though his demands were pretty much suck it harder and take it deeper. ]

But just stay still a little longer. I don't want to get up until at least noon. I will gag you if I have to.

[ Exactly. Like a champ. Hilariously, all that banging probably kicked in some more of his memories. So yeah, codependency is definitely a thing now. Even if you kicked him out he'd be back before you know it. Like a goddamn boomerang. Still a bit in denial about it, but -- ]

Fuck off. ...both.

[ He moves one hand to rest it against his forehead. Ugh. He really should've put a limit on how many drinks he could get in a single bar... ]

It's past noon. [ What a killjoy. ] But fine. If I gotta puke, this ain't my bed.

[ A sleepy laugh because hah! He knew it! He's certain that Squalo really loved it all. The bed wouldn't be broken if he didn't. Hell, if he rolls too much it might just break the rest of the way and kick them both out of the bed. ]

It's not noon in...I don't know...China or some shit. So, let me sleep and don't you dare puke, you light weight. I'll make you buy me a new bed.

[ Probably will still try to get a new bed out of Squalo anyway. It's his fault they totally banged like lovers reunited after years apart. A half dozen times. And now snuggling. God. God he missed this asshole but he'll never ever admit it. ]

[ Of course, you fucking fuck. He doesn't do things he doesn't love. Or not often, anyway. Best fucking night ever. ]

Lightweight? Do you even remember how much we drank?

[ At least his grumbling volume is somewhere around normal people's conversational one, so it shouldn't be too bad on their poor hungover ears. Also yeah, as they both shift toward one side there might be some suspicious creaking again, but they're not falling. Yet. ]

[ HOW IS IT HIS FAULT. IT TAKES TWO FUCKING PEOPLE. Literally. And the banging is probably new, at least to one of them because timelines and not, but thanks to brainwashing, it just feels fucking natural ~~and will probably stay that way by the time they get rid of it.~~ And the being reunited feeling is definitely a thing. Why the fuck did it take them this long. ]

No. I actually managed to get drunk. It was amazing. I've never gotten drunk before. I think my liver finally gave up last night and took a hike.

[ Probably around the same time that he thought it was a great idea to give Squalo a kiss. Probably in one of the later bars. Before some dark alley and before coming back here. ]

But you were totally drunker than me.

[ And yeah, this does feel natural. For him, it really is first, but once he gets home he's just going to grab his timeline's version of this man and take him Secretary style, right over his desk. Who knows if that sudden desk sex is the same first time Squalo remembers but yeah, it's totally happening now. ]

Now, if you're not going to shut up and let me sleep, you can just get the hell out of my bed.

[ Easier said than done since he's grabbing on Squalo in a bear hug. ]

Heh. Congratulations.

[ Probably. Squalo's probably gave up a couple bars earlier, but he's evidently pretty good at functioning ~~and cocksucking apparently~~ even when barely standing straight. ]

Piss off. I wasn't drunk, I was -- relaxed.

[ He just enjoys talking back, really. He already admitted his loss last night. ]

[ And bitch, it might be. (If probably later than Xanxus is planning, as Shit Happens and takes priority.) Guess the future creates itself, etc etc. ]

You're the one who keeps talking to me!

[ Not... really making an effort to get out of that grip either. ]

[ You don't have to stand straight to ~~suck dick~~ function evidently. Besides, he doesn't care how drunk they were because it got them here. It got him the best sleep and arguably some of the best sex he'd ever had. So he's not even going to think of regretting getting that drunk. ]

Yeah. You were real real relaxed once I got done with you.

[ He had a lot of fun getting Squalo to relax and he's having fun right now, even with the talking back. Mostly because this feels right. All of this feels right. He hates thinking about how this is what he had been missing. He's not supposed to miss anyone. But here he is, cuddling Squalo and wondering how to keep him since they'd had that fight in the mall bathroom about kids and how he had been a wife beater. ]

I guess it's because I missed you in my bed or some shit like that...

[ All is well that ends well, clearly. Now what, though. Are they just going to start obnoxiously sleeping in each other's rooms while telling everyone else they're totally having sex each time or... ]

[ Squalo does his best to elbow Xanxus in the ribs for that one. From his position, it's no more than a light nudge. Can he really argue, though? It's what a fuck this good does, leave you in a metaphorical pile of goo and hair. ]

...I haven't been in your bed before. [ He doesn't sound certain. ]

[ Yeah. That's probably going to at least be a couple times a week if not more. Both Penthouses are just going to have to get used to see them around each other. ]

[ He gets the little nudge and his reaction is to wrap his arms around tighter and kiss him on the back of the neck. ]

....You haven't? I was certain... We had kids after all. We were together... [ Plus last night, all the rounds of it, felt so natural. It felt like this was supposed to be. So he had assumed that they'd been together before, even if he hadn't remembered anything but the really fun murder missions. ]

[ Amazing. Wonder how long it'll take for certain bandmates to start making relationship jokes... ]

[ Ah, shit. He feels like he could melt right there in that firm grip. Guess that explains some things. There's a slight pause as he tries to think up any argument against that, but he has nothing. This overwhelming sensation of comfort being with this man, naked or not, THEIR ADOPTED KIDS??? All of that had to come from somewhere. ]

You have a point. But it doesn't count because I don't remember it.

[ If "remember" is even the right word. He's not sure if it's supposed to be the past, the future or something in between. ]

[ He gives it two days at most. ]

Of course I have a point. I usually do. But just because you don't remember it... [ He doesn't remember this shit either, but because it feels so perfect and natural he's certain it's happened (though it really hasn't yet for him) ] if that doesn't count then all that shit you remember about me that I don't remember doesn't count either.

[ Like the beatings. ]

We start over. We start over from square one. Do it right this time.

[ Oh well. Nobody cares what they say anyway. ]

[ Squalo turns his head to give him a bit of a side-glare, but seems to ease up after hearing the new proposition and lies down again. Guess he's not getting up yet. ]

...fine. [ ...he might be smirking a little bit, actually. Never thought this would happen. He might be falling right back into the circle of abuse, but... fuck it. Clearly there were reasons for it. ] We start over.

[ ...does that mean they're an item now. ]

[ Nope. Not caring at all. Hell, he'll probably enjoy the hell out of annoying Squalo's bandmates when he comes over for sharky times. Glaring sharky time.

Squalo is going to get a kiss for that because Xanxus is feeling charitable and cuddly still. Mostly cause he's waiting for the answer.[/ ]

Deal. Starting over. We'll call last night out first then. And since we're starting over... My name is Xanxus Vongola and I'm going to be [ A pause because saying he's going to be the Don of Dons seems right but also weird as fuck to just say out loud. ] the greatest fucking bassist in the goddamn world.

[ Maybe? As long as they still get to bang other people for a while. ]

[ And they'll probably be pretty annoyed, too. The new girl hates Xanxus and by extension, the Good Guys in his band probably will, too. Except Jecht but he's a headache on his own accord. ]

[ Wow, stop it, Xanxus, you're being cute. Squalo may not remember much about How It Was Before, but he's getting the strangest urge to ask if he's sick. ]

I know what your fucking name is. [ Have another half-hearted jab. ] And I'm already the greatest fucking swo-- cellist in the goddamn world.

[ THERE WAS THAT ANNOYING GUY IN A CLUB A FEW WEEKS BACK that kicked up all kinds of things in him. Apparently he was The Sword Emperor? Somehow? Without ever holding a sword in his life? (Well, aside from those Visions where he's apparently killed quite a few someones with it.) It really doesn't sound like decent pillow talk either way. ]

[ Anyway if they're being Soulmates or Partners or whatever they should probably agree on some things. ]

You don't want to be exclusive, do you? [ He says the word as if it's something disgusting, though he's grinning. ] Your lead's just a bit too good for me to swear off. [ Wow what a gentleman. ]

[ Yeah, he is being cute. It won't last. He'll be terrible pretty soon. Once he gets all the cuddling he desires. Besides, they had said to start over, so he's starting from things like stupid names. ]

[ And talking about murder is totally pillow talk, at least in the future for him. Just tangled naked together discussing their murder missions and how the target died for them. ]

Exclusive? Fuck no. Like I'm going to give up a fine ass like Ryouta's. And Luci is real real good. [ Yup. Total gentlemen here. But they share more than a past. They've both enjoyed themselves some hot white clad Satan. ] So, I won't make you keep it in your pants. I just get to get in those pants when I want.

[ Wonder when he'll start flinging his fists again. Not that it matters to Squalo. He's staying no matter how terrible it might get. ]

[ That sounds great. They should do it again. Maybe murder someone just for it. ]

Good, 'cause I'm not giving up the mop top. [ SO MUCH RESPECT FOR HIS PARTNERS why does anyone bother with him. But yes. Hot white clad Satan is another string tying them together now, speaking of which she mentioned wanting to join in, so that's a possibility. ] And same to you. Meaning I don't wanna hear any "I have a headache" or "I'm sad tonight" or "I've just had me some jailbait ass and have no steam left for the finer course". [ So much respect for other people's partners, too, looks like. But hey, not his fault he's the Most Amazing Guy Ever and therefore has the Most Amazing Ever body parts. ]

Edited 2016-03-24 18:38 (UTC)

[ Probably sooner rather than later. The urge us usually there, building each time he denies it. Eventually, he's going to snap and when he does, it's going to be violent and glorious. ]

[ Like right now, because like hell is he going to whine about shit like that. So as much as they're still cuddling, Squalo will get a smack on whatever he can reach. Probably his ass or something. It's not a soft smack either. ]

Watch it. I will never be too tired or too sad and there's no such thing as too much sex. In fact, I might have another round now, since I've got you here.

[ Oh definitely. And Squalo might already take it with the admiring look in his eyes that he usually has. Come on, show him that rage -- ]

[ He gets a small grunt at that, though it definitely doesn't sound pained. Look, ass smacking is part of the bed routine, even when it's rough. He actually laughs at it, a low, short chuckle. ]

Is that supposed to be a threat? 'Cause I'm not feeling very scared.

[ Oh, sure, he's sore and he'll probably lose the ability to walk at all for today if he goes at it again, but look how much he cares. #yolo, etc. ]

[ Not yet, but soon. Soon as he gets too angry and frustrated to keep it in anymore. After all, he still has to pay Squalo back for jumping him with Genos. Though good sex means forgiving much. ]

I don't make threats. It's a promise.

[ In fact, he'll just roll on over so that it's not spooning but flopping right on Squalo. ]

Now, you owe me a good morning kiss.

[ Hey, the jumping was payback for him throwing whiskey glasses at Squalo's head. They're fucking even. ]

Oh? Those are serious business, you know.

[ Very serious business. You don't fuck with promises, okay, no matter what they might be. ]

[ He's momentarily squashed as he was on his side, then he lets Xanxus' weight flatten him against the mattress, facing up this time, and grins. ]

That won't do. I hate owing anything.

[ There might even be a hint of a chuckle deep in his throat as he puts his good hand on the back of Xanxus' head, clenching his hair a bit, and pulls him in for a kiss. ]

[ -- aw shit. He's naked, isn't he? His prosthetic is completely exposed, isn't it? And he's never told Xanxus about it. He tries to remember if he's mentioned it during the night at any point. Shit. But... somehow, he feels like he doesn't have to expect betrayal from him of all people. ]

[ Never fucking even. But he'll be like Elsa and let to go. Because great sex means all the forgiveness ever. ]

Oh, I know they are. I've never broken a promise and I never will.

[ At least that's what he thinks right now. Mostly because he hates when people promise him shit and then back out of it for stupid reasons like blood. ]

I'm charging interest. So pay up.

[ Yeah. He saw that much earlier. And was not only cool with it, he probably played with it for a while. Probably also bitched about not getting to tie it to the headboard or something. And right now, he's totally ignoring it because well... it just seems light. It's part of Squalo. Well, mostly ignored because he's tangling his fingers in with it while he kisses back. ]

[ At least there's one thing that calms him down. :0 Well, two. Still blaming Rain Flames for it. ]

Good. Then I don't think we'll have a problem.

[ Hey, he's never actually broken one! Unless he like promised Squalo the position of a Vongola boss' ~~wife~~ right hand man or something. ]

You'll have to take it from me.

[ Said with a playful growl, and not so playful bite to his lips, all teeth and passion. He likes there being a bit of a fight ~~and no safewords~~, looks like. ]

[ And oh, he's definitely won extra good points, then. And Squalo definitely told him he's more than welcome to tie it wherever as long as he can accomplish it, because he's sure not gonna lay there while he does it. That's fucking boring. ]

"In cento anni o cento mesi, l'acqua torna a' suoi paesi."

March 14th, around noon // Junkyard Carnival penthouse // CLOSED to Xanxus // cw: EVERYTHING

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wrap up or do something more with this?