bakerstreet | 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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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."

I have died every day waiting for you.

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