Bedroom politics. [Katekyo Hitman Reborn!]
KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! and all characters/ideas/concepts/places therein are not mine, although the writing certainly is.
Title: Bedroom politics.
Characters/Pairing(s): Xanxus and Mukuro, a wild Squalo appearance
Rating: R
Summary: He's got some nerve, being the sexiest thing in the room.
Warnings? Xanxus and Mukuro. Dicks.
Notes: For Haru. Set in the future, because I find the TYL versions of the characters that much sexier.
+ The title is taken from the 31_days theme for February 14, 2011.
Bedroom politics.
“I’m so very happy to see you too, Xanxus.”
This is how their encounters usually go: Xanxus up in his room at the Varia Headquarters or deep within enemy lines busy blowing shit up and Rokudo Mukuro sauntering over to him uninvited and never failing to get the drop on him. Xanxus responds in kind by pressing the muzzle of his gun up nice and close against the side of Mukuro’s head or in that snug spot right under his chin. Crazy bastard always greets him with a smile; he’ll never get over it.
“Trash. What the hell are you doing here?”
“Aren’t I allowed to pay a visit to my cutest student and my dearest friend?”
“Don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about.”
He could pull the trigger now and blow Mukuro’s brains out. Three things keep Xanxus from doing this:
1. He has a new carpet. He just got Levi to stick it in his room yesterday.
2. Killing Mukuro isn’t REALLY killing Mukuro at all.
3. He hasn’t had steak yet.
“Come now, Xanxus,” Mukuro says. “You ought to be used to this by now.”
“And you ought to stop coming around.”
Xanxus releases Mukuro and turns away. He stalks back to his seat, barks at the people stationed beyond his door, demanding to know what’s taking those fucking pieces of trash so long to get him his dinner. Mukuro straightens up, stretches, flips his hair over one shoulder. He moves around Xanxus’ room like he owns the place. He’s too damned familiar with the way it’s set up, with everything in it.
“Keep your hands off my stuff.”
“I’m wearing gloves, you know.”
“How’s that supposed to make it any better?”
He definitely needs some more whiskey. Whiskey and a copious amount of tobacco. He also needs Mukuro to stop skulking about. Is he getting closer?
“Get out of my room, Rokudo.”
Mukuro responds by climbing unto his lap. Xanxus tells himself that he isn’t kicking the creepy bastard off because he’s too busy pouring himself a shot.
“I have information,” Mukuro says. He isn’t looking at Xanxus - or, more properly, he isn’t looking at Xanxus’ face. He’s smoothing his fingers over the lines of Xanxus’ shirt, right at the edge where cloth gives way to the skin of his chest. Xanxus, of course, snags him by the wrist and shoves his hand away. Mukuro only takes his other hand and slips it lower, between his legs.
“You can pay me in the usual fashion,” he says. Xanxus tosses the entire glass of booze he has into Mukuro’s face. The fact that Mukuro only chuckles and licks off some of it from his face pisses him off more.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
It isn’t a yes, Xanxus wants to tell Mukuro, but he settles for picking Mukuro up by the neck and shoving him down unto the table beside him. When he moves to kiss the other man, it’s because he’s tired of hearing him laugh like he’s won something. Bastard hasn’t won anything but a whole new world of pain.
Sometime later, Squalo Superbi walks into the room with the dinner cart and discovers his boss rolling around on the floor with Rokudo Mukuro. Xanxus’ pants are down. Mukuro’s naked and battered up real good. They are in a rather suspicious position.
Years of practice has provided Squalo with enough sense to leave the dinner cart, calmly direct himself back out the door and save the proverbial profanity meltdown for the balcony.
Title: Bedroom politics.
Characters/Pairing(s): Xanxus and Mukuro, a wild Squalo appearance
Rating: R
Summary: He's got some nerve, being the sexiest thing in the room.
Warnings? Xanxus and Mukuro. Dicks.
Notes: For Haru. Set in the future, because I find the TYL versions of the characters that much sexier.
+ The title is taken from the 31_days theme for February 14, 2011.
Bedroom politics.
“I’m so very happy to see you too, Xanxus.”
This is how their encounters usually go: Xanxus up in his room at the Varia Headquarters or deep within enemy lines busy blowing shit up and Rokudo Mukuro sauntering over to him uninvited and never failing to get the drop on him. Xanxus responds in kind by pressing the muzzle of his gun up nice and close against the side of Mukuro’s head or in that snug spot right under his chin. Crazy bastard always greets him with a smile; he’ll never get over it.
“Trash. What the hell are you doing here?”
“Aren’t I allowed to pay a visit to my cutest student and my dearest friend?”
“Don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about.”
He could pull the trigger now and blow Mukuro’s brains out. Three things keep Xanxus from doing this:
1. He has a new carpet. He just got Levi to stick it in his room yesterday.
2. Killing Mukuro isn’t REALLY killing Mukuro at all.
3. He hasn’t had steak yet.
“Come now, Xanxus,” Mukuro says. “You ought to be used to this by now.”
“And you ought to stop coming around.”
Xanxus releases Mukuro and turns away. He stalks back to his seat, barks at the people stationed beyond his door, demanding to know what’s taking those fucking pieces of trash so long to get him his dinner. Mukuro straightens up, stretches, flips his hair over one shoulder. He moves around Xanxus’ room like he owns the place. He’s too damned familiar with the way it’s set up, with everything in it.
“Keep your hands off my stuff.”
“I’m wearing gloves, you know.”
“How’s that supposed to make it any better?”
He definitely needs some more whiskey. Whiskey and a copious amount of tobacco. He also needs Mukuro to stop skulking about. Is he getting closer?
“Get out of my room, Rokudo.”
Mukuro responds by climbing unto his lap. Xanxus tells himself that he isn’t kicking the creepy bastard off because he’s too busy pouring himself a shot.
“I have information,” Mukuro says. He isn’t looking at Xanxus - or, more properly, he isn’t looking at Xanxus’ face. He’s smoothing his fingers over the lines of Xanxus’ shirt, right at the edge where cloth gives way to the skin of his chest. Xanxus, of course, snags him by the wrist and shoves his hand away. Mukuro only takes his other hand and slips it lower, between his legs.
“You can pay me in the usual fashion,” he says. Xanxus tosses the entire glass of booze he has into Mukuro’s face. The fact that Mukuro only chuckles and licks off some of it from his face pisses him off more.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
It isn’t a yes, Xanxus wants to tell Mukuro, but he settles for picking Mukuro up by the neck and shoving him down unto the table beside him. When he moves to kiss the other man, it’s because he’s tired of hearing him laugh like he’s won something. Bastard hasn’t won anything but a whole new world of pain.
Sometime later, Squalo Superbi walks into the room with the dinner cart and discovers his boss rolling around on the floor with Rokudo Mukuro. Xanxus’ pants are down. Mukuro’s naked and battered up real good. They are in a rather suspicious position.
Years of practice has provided Squalo with enough sense to leave the dinner cart, calmly direct himself back out the door and save the proverbial profanity meltdown for the balcony.