Professional Peefer

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admin chrome’s prompt for admin adelheid:

Byakuran & Xanxus finally finding their first love after years of being apart. Thing is, their first love doesn’t love them anymore. What happens? Scenarios or Headcanons. 

-Sorry, Chrome, I think I could have done better but inspiration for this has sort of run dry for me.

~admin Adelheid

Xanxus

You almost had a heart attack when someone kicked your
bedroom door open violently and you had stood up, gun in hand ready to protect
yourself when you a familiar pair of blood red eyes meet yours. Deep in your
heart you knew this was only going to be a matter of time. Xanxus was never a
truly forgiving man. He either cared or he didn’t. And your rejection to his
advances was clearly something he cared about if he’s here in person.

“Xanxus?” you called out in confusion. “What are you doing
here?”

Instead of answering the Varia Boss stared at you with a
scowl. He had not seen you in eighteen years.
Not since he had been encased in ice for his betrayal of the Ninth. You were
the last person who he said goodbye to before he went off to embark on the
greatest crime of his life. He remembered how you had tried to stop him. He
remembered the tears in your kisses and the desperation in the way you called
his name. But he ignored all that. And never saw you again.

“You need to go.” You told him firmly. And no matter how
Xanxus searched your face there was just no trace of the love and desperation
he had seen in your eyes that night when he bid you farewell. “My fiancé will
be here any minute now.”

The words made his scowl even more dark and you had to take
a step back at the way his eyes glowed murderously red. “Fiance? Maybe you
meant ‘Dead Man Walking’.”

You swallowed hard in terror. “You’re joking. Don’t you
touch him!”

His fists tightened at the protectiveness welling in your
face at the thought of your fiancé. It made him want to destroy the other man
more. How dare you care like that about any other person other than him?!

“He’s fucking dead
is what he is.” He growled back at you, cornering you against your dresser, the
small of your back hitting the edge of the expensive wooden furniture. “He’s
dead for the crime of being loved by you.”

You looked up at him hopelessly confused. “Why are you doing
this? What do you want from me?”

“I want what’s mine back!” he snarled in your face,
breathing in your scent and taking in the softness of your skin as he pulled
you against him. “Eighteen years… Eighteen years and you never even sought me
out. Squalo told me you fucking disappeared after they put me in ice!”

“So what?! Doesn’t that mean I abandoned you?! Who could
blame me?!” desperately, foolishly, you thought of a lie. Perhaps… perhaps if
he thought you were unworthy he would leave you alone. Sucking in your guilt
you spoke to him harshly. “I abandoned you because I found out you would never
be Vongola Decimo! What point is there being with you if you weren’t even going
to be the Ninth’s heir!”

His response was punching the mirror behind your back, his
eyes flashing more fiercely and furiously than before. And before you even had
any time to flinch you were arrested by the next words that came out of his
mouth. “Fucking idiot. The old man already told me how you negotiated for my
sentence to be shortened to eight years instead of forever. Squalo told me you
hid yourself away because you didn’t want Ottavio to use you into controlling
the Varia more completely! You love
me―”

“I used to love
you!” you countered, barely holding back your trembling even as his
intoxicating scent and warmth enveloped your senses and threatened to bury you
under. “I used to love you but that was a long time ago. We were children. I made that deal because all I
wanted was to make you happy. Now isn’t
it time for you to leave me alone and find my own happiness?!”

It was as though something had snapped in his eyes and you
felt all hope falling. He tore your clothes apart and threw you on the bed
before taking his clothes off as he followed you there.

“I’ll never let anyone else have you…” you trembled as he caught
your ankles in his hands and pulled them apart even as his lips descended to
your stomach to begin its sensual trek towards your chest. “You belong to me. You
always have and you always will. If you think I’m giving you up without a
fucking fight then you are dead, dead
wrong.”

Byakuran

Walking home from work was not an unusual thing for you. You
done it several times and had never before feared for your safety. Besides your
fiancé was at home making you the best dinner the way he always did during
weekends when he was free.

So imagine your shock when you were grabbed from behind and
unceremoniously shoved into a black SUV and suddenly becoming trapped in an
iron like grip. And then the feeling of a face being buried in your hair from
behind.

“We’ll be at the airport in ten minutes, Boss.” The driver said
as he revved up the engine.

“Make it five.” The voice in your hair replied. A voice that
made you freeze in recognition.

“No!” you struggled out of his grasp like a trapped bird but
his grip was like iron. A great contrast to the gentle way he was inhaling the
scent of your hair as though you were a beautiful bouquet of flowers. You had
received several emails from him. You weren’t exactly sure why but he was
acting as though he had never left you back in college after those two pink haired
women gave him that strange box. “Byakuran, no!”

“I missed you…” he kept whispering in your ear as he hugged
you to himself even tighter. “God I missed you…”

“Liar!” you cried out as you tried to claw at his forearms. “You
left me all of a sudden! You can’t just come back into my life like nothing
happened! I have a life now, Byakuran! A good life with a good man. Please…
Leave me alone.”

“I can explain everything, don’t you worry,” he promised.
There was no usual smile in his voice and you stopped struggling when the only
thing you could feel in his words was a dark, despairing sincerity. “As for
your boyfriend… Well he knows not to look for you; if he knows what’s good for
him…”