bakerstreet | I have died every day waiting for you.

I have died every day waiting for you.

I have loved you for a thousand years...

Some say that if a pair of lovers die together in tragedy, they will get another chance when they are reborn. Even if the two of you keep losing each other, you'll get to meet again.

This meme is that meeting. For the first time? For the hundredth time? That much isn't clear. What is clear is that on this, your seeming first meeting -

Everything rushes back to you. Memories, emotion, and all the comes with it...including the memory of how you two died. Overwhelming, isn't it? Some people find it hard to accept, for good reason. What will you do? You can't just bring it up, they'll think you're crazy! Maybe you don't want to bring it up, as you refuse to believe it yourself. And even if you do believe it, that doesn't mean you have to embrace it. You're your own person, after all. You refuse to love someone merely because of who you were in the past.

Or maybe you can't help but let these feelings rise to the surface because they're too strong. No matter what, you can't repress it. In fact, the more you two meet and spend time together, the more you find yourself falling back into the old roles...and making the old mistakes. That isn't good, though; there's one more thing. One of you, when you first met, had a vision about how the two of you would die this time.

You can't let that happen. Not again.

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...I'll love you for a thousand more.

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His ears ring at the sound of that screech. It's a damn good thing that his people are smart enough not to investigate all the loud fucking noises that happen. Probably something to do with self-preservation. Smart of them. At least some of the scum has the sense of mind not to piss him off, unlike some long haired assholes he can name.

"You almost sound like you give a fuck." He knows it's not almost though. That shit that happened, it really fucked the Varia up. He doesn't like thinking about it. About how fucked everything would have been if he hadn't gotten out. He wondered if the former him ever had anything that fucked up but back then they had other things to worry about.

"Even if it shrank, it's still be bigger than yours." He doesn't argue bitching about the cold because he knows it's true. There's a reason he hates mission to Russia with a passion of a thousand burning suns other than fuck Russia. "You just don't want bitches all over me and you know it." He smirks. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, you piece of shit."

"Of fucking course I do, you shitty bastard," he snarls, pinching Xanxus's cheek none to lightly as the bastard went on to say he was jealous. Okay, he couldn't lie that it was a slight thing, but he betted Xanxus would hate it more if all the bitches were flocking to him. After all, the shark could turn on the charm easily.

"You know what, let's do that. You go naked and I'll go naked and we'll see who everyone goes to. The asshole glaring at all of them or the guy who can be charming when people deserve it. See how you'd like that." He tugs on the pinched cheek and chuckles lowly, imagining it. It could either be a shit show or something glorious that Squalo finally managed to win at against his boss.

Hell, not like he wouldn't enjoy it either, girls flocking to him? Course he would. Not like he didn't like women or anything, in fact, he knew he probably swung harder for them against any guy, unless it was the bastard he was sitting on top of. That didn't change either.

"Also, fuck you, my dick is fine!" He yells, releasing the cheek to instead nudge his way against Xanxus's neck to bite hard in punishment. "Sides, I like the cold. Only fire I like is yours."

He growls at the pinch and then huffs a little. "If I'm naked and you're naked, then there isn't going to be anyone flocking to anyone because we'd be real fucking busy, dumbass." Because he's honest with himself and knows that if he gets Squalo naked, he's going to be the one enjoying him. "And even if there was people around, bitches know where you belong." And though he's just as much of a possessive jealous bastard, he actually wouldn't cockblock his second. Let the asshole get laid, so long as he came back.

He swears at the hard bite and retaliates by yanking on the man's hair. "Your dick is pathetic. If we weren't talking about it, I might forget you even have one." Still, he's smiling because that makes him happy, knowing Squalo appreciated his fire. A distant memory tells him that the man Squalo used to be had also liked it a lot. "And what you're telling me is that I can give all the shit missions. Good to know. I'll enjoy the Bahamas and all that shit and you can freeze your fine ass off."

At the true statement that if they're both naked, they would be busy with each other, Squalo has to stifle a laugh and instead continue his farce of actual indignation at the implication that his dick's pathetic. He bites him again, though as his hair ends up yanked, he yelps far to loudly and releases the scarred skin between his teeth. Yet, as steel colored eyes catch that smile, the knowledge that Xanxus appreciated the truth, understood that his fire was what warmed Squalo's life whether they were dancing through the battle field or even like this, where they seemed to goad at each other just to save a tiny bit of face and not seem like they were getting too affectionate.

Well, Squalo was mostly doing it for Xanxus's benefit, fuck knew how much he wanted to shower his boss in nothing but affection, kiss the scars, make more promises he knew he'd keep and make sure Xanxus knew he was always going to be there. Maybe he just wanted the action of it, knew that well, fuck if he followed the asshole in one life to this one... Well, he didn't need to say dick all, still, that urge to do shit was there. He squashes it back down, right where it belonged, maybe he could do it back then, but them of the now didn't have the space in their lives for that shit.

"Vooooooi, you say that like you don't do that anyways!" His tone's a lot softer than it would've been if he wasn't trying to keep his boss in a good mood, keep him smiling and relaxed -- well, for him. His flesh and blood hand drifts from Xanxus's shoulder, down his chest and stops against his hip, squeezing it as he leans in properly for a quick kiss and even quicker nip to his bottom lip. "I'll be sure to put my cold feet on you, you asshole."

God forbid they show anything resembling healthy human attachment. Perhaps once up a time, they might have. They had probably been utterly disgusting, but this is now and there's no way in hell either of them are well adjusted enough to accept such a weakness. Plus, Xanxus already learned the hard lesson years ago; the things you cared for most could be taken from you, so it was best not to care.

He did allow a small bit of fondness for the man who had waited, but that's all he could allow. Even if like this, alone and with no one to target that weakness, there were lines that Xanxus didn't allow himself to cross. It was better to just fall into their easy scathing banter while trying to see how many marks they can place upon each other.

He's kicking around the notion of putting a nice big hickey right where everyone could see it. But he'll do that after that kiss. A kiss that's too much but also never enough. Sometimes, he thinks that of all his unhealthy additions, these moments with Squalo were among the worst. If he was being honest with himself, he could admit that he would give up drinking before he gave up his Right Hand man. Except the part where he never would be that honest, even under torture.

"You do that." He shifts his weight under Squalo and ducks his head to find a nice spot on the man's neck. There. He's going to put it right there. "And I swear to fuck I'll cut your goddamn feet off."

The only honesty Squalo expects is rage from his boss, those flames couldn't lie to him and Squalo himself, is an open book. He's been nothing but honest to Xanxus, sure he's kept things to himself, but he would shower him with the words if he asked for it. But, Xanxus doesn't, so he doesn't. It really had no place with them and sure, it had a place back then, where shit was only about building a mafia that would surely dominate under the watchful eyes of that bastard, Spade.

He'd have waited longer if it had come to it, he'd wait his whole life and multiple others if he hadn't been set free from the ice. It's not why he puts up with the so-called abuse, that Squalo sees as nothing more as Xanxus doing what he pleased with what belonged to him. The honor of why he stays belongs to a reason Squalo's never quite been able to pin down, it changes.

Squalo knows he could be away from Varia and still dominating most things, he could probably be even better than he is now if he didn't put Xanxus above everyone and everything else. Yet, he's never thought of sheering the hair off, not even when it gets coated with things that would take ages to wash out. It was a vow he never even needed, but put out there anyways. His hair wasn't as long, then, but that had been grown for himself, not for Ricardo, anyways.

Kissing Xanxus was always a rush, no matter how small or how hard they bite each other, he always swore he could taste the wrath in his mouth. Maybe that alone was why he stayed, because Xanxus burned brighter than anyone he's seen in two lives. Only one worthy of his blade at his side, really.

He makes it easy for Xanxus to duck close and look for a place to mark, he lifts his head even in slight submission for him while he snickers at the thought of Xanxus cutting his feet off. "Could always do it while you're asleep, just stick 'em on you and see how fast you wake up. See how fast you try to toss me outta bed."

Strong fingers press to the back of Squalo's neck so that his teeth can graze at that spot. He's not gentle about it at all. It's not just going to be a hickey, but also a perfect imprint of his teeth, just a little extra touch on top of everything else that states what the world already knows: this is mine.

He pulls back to look at his mark, one of so many and smirks. Perfect. His smirk slides into another growl, eyes narrowing. "If I let you back in my bed, trash." An empty threat. He's entertained a lot of others, but Squalo is the only one that's ever gotten to stay past the main event. "And if you did worm your way again, there'd be no trying." He locks eyes with the man, and there's that blazing promise. "I will kill you."

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