"Can I kiss you?"
Extremely irked, his already gray patience was wearing thin as the clock in the damn room kept ticking. Xanxus stopped swirling the wine glass in his hand abruptly with a scoff marring his face, the man drowned the rest of the red liquid down his throat in one go. A bitter furrow of burrows crawled to his features as he felt the sourness down his throat and he crossed his feet over the table loudly, knocking off he whisky glass he slammed down from earlier and a group of paperwork in the process.
A hand came up to rest under cheek and he closed his eyes to block out the screaming and angry yells of domination declarations coming from the outside, waiting for the alcohol to kick in and take over this permanent headache of his—he was going to break that damn clock.
With a disrespectfully loud slam, he instantly knew who the fuck dared to come in in such a manner, the door to his office was kicked open. His voice, loud and clear, was scratching his lugs; his frown deepening with each loud step in his direction.
He kept his eyes closed but figured from the rustling of the papers, Squalo slammed what he kicked off earlier and a new dozen of paperwork onto the wooden table. After a bunch of curses thrown at him and later the Vongola dogs, he notice the other’s voice lowering progressively until it came to a complete stop.
Xanxus figured the best was to play it dumb until he left, if he didn’t; he would make him leave.
Squalo, on the other hand, didn’t. Neither did he speak a word.
It was then his eyelids parted almost with curiosity, drowsy gaze set on the other upon his silence. He could hear the ticking, again. “What?” Xanxus spit out after a moment of observation; silver eyebrows were knit together, lips pursed and a natural flush on his cheeks. He noticed where Squalo was standing, not exactly in front of the table but rather next to his throne.
“Can I kiss you?”
Words left the other’s lips, almost too quietly for his reputation.
Heavy silence filled the room back again.
It was a good five minutes before an aggressive exhale left the raven, and he reached a hand out to tug at the ends of the silver locks. His touch was by no means gentle or considerate, making the other jolt and instinctively lean over his sitting form. Sneaking his hand upper, he grasped the back of Squalo’s head, bringing him lower until the distance between the both was visibly closed. Xanxus then pulled the other in for a bold open-mouthed kiss.
You’re fucking impossible.