A single blue petal
It didn’t come as a surprise that Maxine would pop by the Varia castle to visit him. She did so whenever the chance provided itself; her trips being short and to the point. Honestly how they ever became friends is a mystery itself, from everyone else’s view they just seem to not get along with one another. With the small subtle jabs and sarcasm being tossed in. Which is a bold statement to make.
However after doing a job that’s three countries away, Maxine just wanted to return home and talk about it to the friend she hadn’t seen in forever.
Xanxus never really seemed like he was particularly listening, lounging in his chair drinking wine, occasionally humming in agreement to something or the other. But she knew him well enough by now to know that he actually is. Maxine also knew in the way his eyes were always on her when she spoke; the way he never cut her off mid sentence, and she knew in the way he would bring up stuff she said at times in future conversations.
Yes, even if it was her God awful and insufferable fucking puns, he remembered those too.
She stopped suddenly when a guy came in through the door she had accidentally left open, just a random person who tended the castle, reporting about damages on the second floor that would need to be fixed. Xanxus didn’t look like he cared in the slightest, giving him nothing but a simple, “Is that so?”
It was clear that whatever those damages were, it wasn’t Xanxus’ problem, just get it done and fixed on your own. The guy gave a short bow, and instead of moving to immediately leave he smiled broadly at her and said, “You always make this place so much brighter, Maxine! It’s good to see you again after so long. How was that mission?”
The bluenette gave a small smile back and began to give him a quick rundown of the highlights. Unlike Xanxus, he was very talkative, laughing a lot and responding often, taking as many moments as he could to throw in little compliments. She wasn’t really surprised when he finally got around to asking her to dinner this weekend. Maxine could feel the familiar smoldering vermilion eyes that watched her. Oh she knew. Yes, contrary to belief, she knew of Xanxus’ possessive and somewhat growing interest in her. It wasn’t something that got brought up between them because for the bluenette, she had spent great deal of time and energy trying to build this fragile friendship with him. She worked too hard to earn his attention and trust, developing feelings for the assassin would destroy that bond.
At least that’s what she thought.
Maxine didn’t get the chance to respond. A gunshot rang out, she had been standing so close to the guy that the bluenette swore she had felt the wind on that bullet. He was holding his arm and hissing in pain at where the shot had grazed him, and Xanxus growled, “The next shot won’t miss, so get the fuck out.”
Didn’t need to be asked twice, he was out in less than a second. Turning to face the assassin, hand on her hip as she gave a small glare, “Now was that necessary? He’s just being nice.”
“Shut up.” Three fucking months and three countries away, were absolute hell for the Italian; not seeing the familiar head of blue, pretty crimson eyes, or hearing those fucking stupid puns of hers. Yeah he would admit it, he became grossly interested into the small woman; thief, information broker, butcher, whatever the fuck she does or is, none of those things mattered to him. What matter is that she came back to him and he would make sure that she never leave his side. Maybe it had something to do with her comfortable silence, her calm and emotionally detached demeanor, or perhaps it could be how she didn’t pretend to be someone she’s not. Either way he enjoyed her company and wanted her all to himself.
Selfish? Oh yes, he is. Not that he cared because in the end Xanxus always got what he wanted. Looming over her, he pushed the bluenette back, caging her against the wall. There was a fire in his eyes as he leaned in, so close Maxine could feel his breath against her lips. “You shouldn’t be looking at anyone but me…”
A fury and hunger blazed in his eyes, its one she’s familiar with but now having it directed at her made the bluenette’s knees shake and stand frozen;
She felt his breath on her head,
cause you’re fucking mine, got it?”
“If I wanted a quick fuck I’d pick a girl off the street! You think I screw all my friends? You think I wanted it to be you?”
“No, I don’t think you wanted me at all!”
“Well that’s too fuckin’ bad, because I do. And we’re both just gonna have to live with that, because I get what I want, _____.”
Xanxus is towering over you now, fury and hunger blazing in his eyes. You want to cower beneath his wrath, you want to beat him into the ground until he feels the way your heart does, you want to run and never come back, never face him again.
Instead of any of the things you want, you knees shake, and you stand, frozen.
“Yeah, and I think you want me, too. I think you’re just too fuckin’ stubborn to admit it, too fuckin’ scared of what might happen.”
“And what do you think is going to happen, Xanxus?” Your voice trembles. You don’t bother meeting his eyes this time. You’re too wrung-out, too exhausted from fighting him. And the truth?
The truth is you don’t know what you want. Wanting Xanxus was a fantasy, and even as it grew from a crush to a damnable love you couldn’t control, you never dreamed he would invade that fantasy. Never dreamed he would try to strongarm you into…..whatever it was, that he wanted from you.
“What’s gonna happen,” He says, and you can feel his breath ghost over your skin and ruffle your hair. “Is you’re gonna stop throwing a tantrum about this. You’re gonna stop yelliing and biting,” (He seems especially bitter about this). “And let me fucking kiss you.”
There’s a pause, and he seems to be letting that sink in to you.
“And then we’re gonna date like normal fuckin’ people, because I love you, you dumbass.”
This time there’s no pause, not a second of hesitation– he bends down, angling his mouth over yours, and fits your lips together, and this time it’s softer. The kiss isn’t gentle or sweet- it’s something desperate and possessive, but filled with words he doesn’t know how to say. You don’t bite him this time, and tentatively, you move your lips against his.
Encouraged, he grows more fervent and buries a hand in your hair, dragging your hips against his. His body is a burning wall that you fit against all too perfectly. Your answer is pulled out of you one nip at a time, each slide of hot teeth and tongue reassuring you as you surrender to his will.
Xanxus is right: he gets what he wants. But, maybe…..this is what you want, too
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