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Jan. 22nd, 2010 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaXanxus crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the wooden door of Squalo's room. Squalo can feel his pulse beginning to race, and his one real palm begins to sweat. The silence stretches between them like bitter taffy, slowly being pulled to the breaking point. Squalo is the one who breaks it, his temper and patience snapping. "VOOOOI!" Squalo shouts, pointing his sword at Xanxus. "What the fuck do you want?"
Xanxus doesn't say anything, doesn't throw a glass of liquor at Squalo's head. No shouts, no thrown objects, not even a narrowing of Xanxus' eyes. The silence falls again, dark and heavy. Squalo's shoulders twitch.
"What were you doing with the 'katana brat'." Xanxus pauses, then tacks on, dark and dangerous and in a manner that sends a twitch straight to Squalo's groin, "Trash."
"Fighting!" Squalo wishes he was stupid enough to just shove Xanxus out of the way or up against the wall so he could kiss him. But not even Squalo is that suicidal. Either action would end with him blasted to pieces by flames of wrath. "What's it to you?" Because Xanxus is still giving him that heavy lidded dangerous look.
Xanxus pushes himself off the door of Squalo's room and stalks towards Squalo. It takes the denial of every sense of self preservation he has to keep Squalo from taking an instinctual step back. Thankfully, Squalo's sense of self-preservation has been deadened by years in the Varia.
"What." Squalo demands when Xanxus stops in front of him. The man is glowering, practically glaring, and anger radiates off of him. If Squalo was to take a deep breath his chest would brush against Xanxus'.
"Fighting better be all you two do." Xanxus' voice is low and strange, utterly unlike the voice Xanxus usually uses. Xanxus grabs Squalo's hair and Squalo is about to shout at Xanxus to let go before his head is tugged roughly forward, his hair pulled so that his head is tipped back, and his mouth occupied by something a lot more interesting than shouting.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Squalo tries to shout anyway. If Squalo went around not complaining about Xanxus kissing him, the idiot might get a big head.
Xanxus doesn't say anything, doesn't throw a glass of liquor at Squalo's head. No shouts, no thrown objects, not even a narrowing of Xanxus' eyes. The silence falls again, dark and heavy. Squalo's shoulders twitch.
"What were you doing with the 'katana brat'." Xanxus pauses, then tacks on, dark and dangerous and in a manner that sends a twitch straight to Squalo's groin, "Trash."
"Fighting!" Squalo wishes he was stupid enough to just shove Xanxus out of the way or up against the wall so he could kiss him. But not even Squalo is that suicidal. Either action would end with him blasted to pieces by flames of wrath. "What's it to you?" Because Xanxus is still giving him that heavy lidded dangerous look.
Xanxus pushes himself off the door of Squalo's room and stalks towards Squalo. It takes the denial of every sense of self preservation he has to keep Squalo from taking an instinctual step back. Thankfully, Squalo's sense of self-preservation has been deadened by years in the Varia.
"What." Squalo demands when Xanxus stops in front of him. The man is glowering, practically glaring, and anger radiates off of him. If Squalo was to take a deep breath his chest would brush against Xanxus'.
"Fighting better be all you two do." Xanxus' voice is low and strange, utterly unlike the voice Xanxus usually uses. Xanxus grabs Squalo's hair and Squalo is about to shout at Xanxus to let go before his head is tugged roughly forward, his hair pulled so that his head is tipped back, and his mouth occupied by something a lot more interesting than shouting.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Squalo tries to shout anyway. If Squalo went around not complaining about Xanxus kissing him, the idiot might get a big head.
