that this is not why he's standing outside of his former vice-commander's hotel room door. There are other reasons. Better reasons.

just can't think of any right now. He doesn't have to. That's not how he does things.

his guns a once over and checks down the hallway before kicking the door open.

sprawled on his stomach on the only bed in the hotel room, hair tied up, beef jerky stick in mouth, watching the evening news.

"...Tch. That door costs money, you know," without looking up. "That's going out of your salary."

not looking up to acknowledge Xanxus properly on purpose. He knows how much it'll piss the man off.

........

promptly riddles the television set with bullets.

...What the fuck was that for, Xanxus. >_>

TV shows are going to fry your brain. Besides, we need to talk.

walks over to the couch and throws himself into it. He leans back, eyeing Squalo.

too busy bitching over the loss of his TV set and how they're going to charge him for it to care.

...Oi.

finishes off the rest of his beef jerky.

We're flying back to Namimori tomorrow. I'll brief you on the plane.

Don't expect any special treatment. You're not part of the Varia anymore. You're on contract with us. An extra expense.

But you have no rights beyond what I say are your rights. You're under my supervision, and mine alone.

lies down and turns on his side. "I'm going to sleep. This was a shittastic day."

actually lying about that, but Xanxus doesn't need to know.

remained silent that whole while, only half-listening to the things Squalo was saying. Now he's staring at the younger man's back.

can see that his finger marks still stood out, livid and discolored against the white stretch of Squalo's throat.

what could have made his Angelshark grow not just a spine, but a soul of his own in his absence. It's intriguing and annoying, all the same.

....

gets up, moving over to the bed, kneeling down on it, looming over Squalo.

What is it now? >_>

takes the younger man by the shoulder and pushes him unto his back. "I'm going to fuck you. What else?"

tells himself that this is what he came to do. He will leave in the morning. He is sure of this.

Asshole. I'm tired.

saying this as he reaches up and unbuttons his ex-commander's shirt, though.

humors Squalo for the first few buttons before grabbing his arms and pulling them away.

My dick. My terms.

grins. There's something predatory about his smile. He's never smiled like this in bed before.

Careful, Xanxus. I bite this time.

Not as hard as I do.

unzips his pants.