[closed, in progress]

[boss_san]

Who: Lussuria solegaio and Xanxus boss_san
When: 23rd of April, late at night. [backdated]
Where: The main hall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After this log, Lussuria responds to the calls through the communicator and comes to pick up his injured boss.

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[boss_san]

Xanxus looked at the way Lussuria's hands took a hold on his arm and how he started to wrap the bandages around it. And was the other really saying that he was 'looking better already'? Because, honestly, right now Xanxus really felt like crap and the more Lussuria started to talk the more he wanted to hurt him beyond fucking belief.

The moment the other removed his knee he started moving again, first it was only a slight stir but finally Xanxus started to prop himself up on his elbows, doing his best to sit up and ignore Lussuria's presence.

"If you touch me, I'll kill you!" he suddenly yelled before slumping down on the floor again, hacking up blood and what not.

[solegaio]

"Now, now~ That's no way to go about this. Moving's just going to make it worse~" Lussuria hesitates a bit as he reaches out for Xanxus again, recoiling ever-so-slightly at the threat. Perhaps he would have considered a bit longer if his boss still had control over his flames, but the situation is different inside the House.

Carefully, Lussuria shifts Xanxus onto his back. "How about I take a rain check on that beating, dear~? It'd be soo much more satisfying for you then, hmm~? ♥"

Having said that, the kickboxer takes a breath as he gets up the nerve to lift his boss off the ground, holding the injured man in his arms.

[boss_san]

Dear? Did that bloody scumbag just called him dear? Xanxus' eyes widened at the sound of that word and for a moment he gave Lussuria the most deadly stare he was capable off. Even though he looked battered and bruised from every damn angle he could feel the anger flaring up inside of him again, making his muscles tense up to an almost painful extend.

He would've allowed himself to give in to his injuries a tiny bit when the man above him was that damn swordsman instead of the fruity martial artist with that fucking annoying voice. If he would give in to weakness in the face of trash like him than it would mean that he, Xanxus, wasn't anything better.
And the moment the other lifted him from the ground and held him in his arms like somekind of helpless little fucking animal he started moving and squirming immediately, forcing his body to move when it actually wasn't able too.

The arm that was remotely healthy lashed out towards Lussuria's face, fingers finally curling around the older man's throat.
"Let me go, you filthy piece of

[solegaio]

As soon as that stare is directed his way, Lussuria's blood runs cold. Those sorts of looks never meant anything good, and the kickboxer is seriously wishing he hadn't let that habitual nickname slip, seriously wishing he hadn't felt bold enough to pick his boss up, and seriously considering putting him back down. Like right now.

Except he's too slow, and now Xanxus' hand is around his throat.

He might have considered it funny that a man so beaten and bloody could still manage that kind of a powerful grip.. if said man wasn't trying to choke him.

"Gghh~!" It's a struggle, but Lussuria manages to drag enough air into his lungs to form a sentence. "A-ah.. Yes, Boss!" Quite willing to listen now, the Italian lowers his boss' feet to the ground.

[boss_san]

Xanxus couldn't help it to dig his nails deep into the other's throat just before he let go. Of course standing was almost impossible; his knee gave in immediately and he stumbled forward.
It was the table that kept him from falling and with a groan he managed to stand up, hands firmly placed on its surface.

The Varia boss was breathing heavily, swallowing a couple of times to find the right words.
"Scum, where's Squalo?"
He looked over his shoulder at the kickboxer, eyes narrowing into another glare.