Holy crap, the more stories Hoshi writes, the longer they get. This was only supposed to be short! AND LOOK WHAT BLOODY HAPPENED.

BWAH

Okay, I'm sorry, I just had some retarded idea that came to me in a fit of genius. I mean...idiocy.

I fucking hate AU pieces. Especially rock band ones (Seriously...just no.) I only like them when they're really fucking stupid. That's why I let myself write this.

'Cos this is really fucking stupid.

Oh, and Levi's not in it because...well, I forgot about him until part-way in and then couldn't be arsed going back to add him in. So...sorry Levi-lovers.

So...please enjoy...you perverts. -throws confetti-

His eyes widened briefly at the sight on the newest recruit. Stood there before him, nervous as hell, constantly tucking one piece of loose hair behind a small ear. So damn cute.

His shock was almost immediately replaced by a wolfish grin. This little lamb was his.

“I’m so sorry, miss, I wasn’t expecting the new employee to be such a… pretty girl.”

Hand stopped tucking hair away. Frozen. Eye twitched.

“I’m not a girl.”

His hair wasn’t that long. He could feel himself blushing.

The dark-haired guy snorted loudly, his hand covering his laughing mouth. The others started giggling behind him.

“I-I’m sorry,” he paused to rub his teary eyes, “I d-d-didn’t expec- HA!- expect the new guy to look like a-ahahaha a fucking girl.”

Laughing maniacally he turned his back and stalked off, giggled mutters of “Xanxus that was so mean!”, “Xanxus you’re such a dog, hitting on a guy?!” “Xanxus you’re so funny!” passed between the other employees.

Squalo stood fuming.

And so was his first day in his job at a fast-food joint in a backward town that no-one had ever heard of.

It wasn’t so bad at first. They’d just stare at him and occasionally burst into fits of giggles which they’d stifle with their plastic-gloved hands before carrying on with their work biting their lips and thinking that he hadn’t heard them.

Squalo ignored it. He just got on with his work like a good employee. He wasn’t there to make friends. He was there to earn some desperately needed money, in between going to high school and studying for exams.

He was a good worker. He did what he needed to quickly and efficiently. He hated having to smile at the customers and ask that same damn line (“Welcome to our generic fast-food joint where the chicken is greasy and the burgers contain no actual meat; what the fuck can I get for your fat-ass today?” is what he would have preferred to say) over and over again, when all he wanted to do was throttle the fussy, picky bastards that seemed to want a pick a fight with every poor simple worker they could; but he did it anyway.

Squalo liked it when he get stock duty. No-one bothered him when he had stock duty. He got to sit in the back room and count things and make ticks on a piece of paper, and that was it.

Xanxus would occasionally come and stand at the door and make lewd comments to him, but it wasn’t so bad.

But anyway, later, it got worse. Xanxus was able to get within five feet of him without dissolving into laughter. Which meant the torture began.

At first it was the occasional tug of the ponytail. Not hard. Or pretending to put gum there. Just enough to piss Squalo off.

Then came the pranks. Like the time Xanxus started loading his cash register with elastic banded paper frogs and butterflies, so whenever the drawer got opened, small animals flew out and hit him in the face or alternatively scared the shit out of him, making him look like more of a fool than he did already in his regulation cap with his silver ponytail hanging out of the back. Or there was the time Xanxus locked him in the janitor’s closet for nearly an hour. Or the time Xanxus rigged the faucet on the sink at the back of the kitchen so that it sprayed water all over Squalo when he turned it on. And then there was the time Xanxus dropped a soda right behind Squalo so he slipped and landed on his ass right in front of the entire place.

All in all; Squalo hated him.

And so were the first few months in his job at a fast-food joint in a backward town that no-one had ever heard of.

It should have been him.

It should have been his.

But, no, the title ‘manager’ had been passed down to the one and only Xanxus.

Fucking typical.

So now he lorded it about, and instead of doing any fucking work, sat on his ass in his new office watching daytime TV for twice the pay that Squalo got.

It wasn’t fucking fair!

Squalo gritted his teeth and smiled at his customers like always.

Bel, leaning on his register, which was the one next to Squalo’s, smirked at the furious teen.

“Shishishi!” he laughed that retarded laugh, “Don’t be so dowwnn Squalo! You should just let it go.”

The blonde played with the plastic tiara that he got when the chain had been going through the ‘princess’ toy stage for the kids deals. He wore the damn thing on top of his cap, and had been doing since it’d appeared, since before Squalo had started working there.

“Shut the fuck up, Bel.” Squalo slumped over his own register, glaring at the mostly-empty restaurant before him.

“Now, now, Squally, Bel’s just trying to be nice to you!” Lussuria sang, dancing about with his mop in front of the counter. He’d taken off his cap and his green mohican was swinging about with abandon, causing a stir amongst a group of small children who were unable to stop looking at it.

From behind the other side of the kitchen by the grill, the Mexican that spoke very little English that the other employees called Gola because that’s what it had sounded like when he told them his name, grunted in agreement to Lussuria.

“You can shut the hell up too.” Squalo snapped, whispering ‘fag’ in the direction of the green-haired mohican under his breath.

Suddenly, a quick yank, and Squalo’s head snapped back, giving him a full view of the mangy off-white ceiling that so desperately needed re-painting. Pulling his hair even more, Squalo was forced to lean back, lest his hair be ripped from his head in one quick, un-ceremonial tug.

He was a fool for growing his hair longer still. And did that bastard like to remind him.

Xanxus’ face loomed above his own, covering the mangy ceiling like some kind of ecliptical planet covering the sun.

“Are you slacking off, bitch?” Mr. Manager asked casually.

“Yes, obviously, since that’s all I ever do according to you!” Squalo replied sarcastically, holding onto his dear hair, and struggling to stay upright in the most unusual position Xanxus was holding him in.

Xanxus made a tutting noise and gave a quick tug before letting go of Squalo’s hair, causing the silver-haired teen to stumble back and land, as was a common occurrence in this little fast-food joint, flat on his ass.

Small children across the restaurant burst into fits of giggles, distracted from Lussuria’s stupid fucking hair by Squalo’s disappearing underneath the counter. Jumping back up with a flushed face and sore ass, the teen glared so scarily at the nearest group that they all stopped dead, their little jaws dropping open and their eyes wide in such fear, Squalo hoped Lussuria had some little accidents to clean up.

Whipping around, Squalo looked at a vaguely amused Xanxus, and desperately thought of something scathing to say.

“You…you…you I hate you!”

Silence. An amused smirk.

“Your debating skills astound me, Squalo. How on earth did you not get this position, I wonder?” Xanxus said innocently.

“I-I didn’t want to be manager anyway!” Squalor retorted like a small child, “And besides, I think you enjoyed being able to shove that pole even further up your ass, so I’m soooo fucking happy for you, Great Lord Xanxus.”

“Please don’t speak like that in full ear-shot of the customers, Squalo.”

“Oh, what are you going to do about it, huh? Pull my hair again? Maybe chain me up in the fucking janitors closet for a whole day this time? Maybe you’re into that kinky shit, huh, Mr Manager, sir? Ooh, I’m so scared Xanxus, please don’t punish me!” Squalo clasped his hands together and batted his eyelids together in that girly way that he knew Xanxus hated, reminding him that he did in fact try and hit on a guy.

Of course it was always thrown back at him that in fact Squalo looked enough like a girl for it to happen in the first place, which obviously is ultimately worse than accidentally hitting on someone of the same gender.

Behind him, Lussuria giggled to himself, and pretended to carry on mopping.

“I could fire your ass for this.” Xanxus growled.

“Go the fuck for it, Xanxus, maybe you’ll even get the balls to go through with it this time.”

Xanxus had threatened it enough times already. He really had. And he’d only been manager for two weeks.

“Get in my fucking office, you shit.” Xanxus snarled, before storming across the kitchens and into said office himself.

Squalo stood stock-still, scared shitless. He was always being threatened with being fired, but Xanxus had never even pretended to act on it before. He couldn’t fire him; he was the best damn worker this shit-hole had. This place couldn’t function without Squalo anymore! He’d revolutionised the way things were done around here!

“Ooh, Squalo-baby, you made him so maaddd!” Lussuria squealed, almost delighted. “He's so dangerous and sexy looking when he's mad!”

Yeah, dangerous enough to stab my eyes out with that goddamn 'Manager' pin of his, thought Squalo.

“Shishishi! You’d best get in there Squalo, before you make him even madder!” Bel lolled about on his register, toying with his tiara in excitement.

Squalo gaped at the two of them, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, reminding Squalo of when he was younger and broke his fish-bowl, emptying his favourite goldfish onto the carpet where they all died miserably whilst Squalo stood and panicked, dithering about what to do.

Gola grunted from the depths of the kitchen, like some kind of troll in a burger-flipping hovel.

Squalo gulped, and, light-headed and shaking, stumbled in the direction of the small office.

He wondered whether he should knock or not. It was polite, but maybe that would make him seem too subservient? He didn't want to seem like he was whipped, but he didn't want to piss of Xanxus even more. Once again, Squalo was looking at his fish.

He decided against it.

Pushing the door open a crack, Squalo poked his head in to see Xanxus sat on the front of his desk, arms crossed angrily, glowering in his direction. How is it even possible to cross your arms angrily? Squalo wondered. You could only cross them how you crossed them, it wasn't like they had an emotion of their own to create that sense of anger. And yet somehow, Xanxus managed the impossible and crossed his arms angrily.

Squalo rotated thoughts in his head. Anything that might stop him thinking about his impending doom that was hanging above his head in the shape of a giant stamp saying FIRED wielded by a grinning Xanxus.

He pushed his way in the door as confidently as he could. Squalo's sweaty hand slipped on the metal handle. He missed it when he reached for it again. Don't be scared. Don't be scared. He's just another guy, just another guy the same age as you, going to high school like you, studying hard for exams like you, jacking off to porn hidden on his computer like you.

The second Squalo was finally in the door, Xanxus jumped up, marching over to him with a look of pure malice in his eyes.

Squalo flinched as Xanxus' hand came up like a flash of light, expecting a punch or a slap right in his face, only to hear the door slamming. Opening his eyes, Squalo saw the other guy stood in front of him, one hand planted on the door next to his head, pinning the silver-haired teen back.

They stood and stared at each other a moment, Squalo trying to build up the courage to do something, absolutely anything, about his current situation.

“On your knees.”

Squalo choked on his breath.

“What the fu-”

“On your fucking knees, bitch.” Xanxus said calmly.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Squalo snapped.

He was answered by his cap being torn off and fingers being wound in his hair only to push him harshly to the floor.

“You need to learn when to hold your tongue, Squalo.” Xanxus hissed, pulling said teen's head back so he as forced to look up at his boss. “Maybe I should shove something down there so you have no choice.”

Squalo's eyes widened at the threat. He was relatively sure that bosses weren't supposed to treat their staff like this. In fact he was pretty certain that he could get Xanxus fired for some kind of abuse, and he'd get compensation or something for this. The thought of a lump sum of money for doing nothing made Squalo practically drool.

“Fuck, don't give me that look, bitch. It makes me want to pound you into the floor.”

The silver-haired teen balked at the prospect of being beaten to a bloody mess on the floor of his boss' office.

He was also so scared he had failed to see the innuendo in either of his boss' previous comments.

“Y-you c-couldn't...” Squalo stammered out.

“Wanna bet, bitch?” Xanxus drawled.

“Fuck you!”

“Is that an offer?”

From outside the office, Bel and Lussuria could only hear noise, even with their ears pressed to the door. Stupid goddamn soundproofed office.

The voices started to get louder, and words began to stick out now, enough so that they could actually make out part of a conversation. Well, argument.

“Blow yourself, you arrogant fuck!” Squalo yelled before the door was flung open, and Lussuria fell into the office, whilst Bel stood by looking bemused.

The silver-haired teen marched from the office, face redder than it had ever been in his (what seemed like) eternity at that job.

And so was his first meeting with his boss at a fast-food joint in a backward town that no-one had ever heard of.

But obviously, Squalo had to go crawling back the next day, begging not to be fired.

He needed that 4.50 an hour more than most teenagers needed porn.

And so, he slunk into that little office, looking at the floor, speech prepared.

“What the fuck do you want, Squalo?” Xanxus sighed, leaning forward on his desk.

“I...uh...um...plezdunfahme.”

“I'm not Gola you idiot, I don't speak incoherent grumbles.”

“Please...don't...f-fi-” Squalo gulped, struggling to spit out those words, “fire...m-me.”

There. He had said it.

“Don't fire you? I thought I already had.” the dark-haired teen smirked. He was going to make the little bitch pay.

Squalo flinched.

“Well...please...let me have my job back. Please, Xanxus.”

It was so hard to say these words. So goddamn painful to have to plead. Squalo was too damn proud for this. He should have just found another job. Except he couldn't do it all again. Have to go through training, starting on minimum wage. That was even if he could find another job.

“Please? You'll have to try a bit harder than that, bitch.”

“Xanxus, come on! Please! I need this job! And this sorry excuse for a restaurant needs me! You know it! Please, I'll do any-”

Squalo shut his mouth before the words could escape.

“What was that? You'll do anything?” Xanxus crooned.

Squalo looked at the ground again.

“Then get on your hands and knees and beg me. Bitch.”

Without a word, Squalo sank to his knees, more embarrassed than he'd ever been in his life.

“Crawl over closer to me, you're too far away for me to see your begging face properly.” the dark-haired teen demanded.

Squalo did as he was told, stopping in front of Xanxus' desk, his long hair falling over his shoulders as he kept his head turned down.

“You aren't close enough. I could see you much better from under my desk.” Xanxus grinned.

Everything made sense now. The constant pranks, the hair-pulling, the abuse. It was just so he could see Squalo’s tortured face because it turned the sick fuck on. The fact he went about it like a goddamn 11 year old clearly bore no importance to Xanxus; he didn’t give a damn how he forced that innocent, traumatised face that made him look more like a girl than ever out of poor little Squalo.

The silver-haired teen swallowed. He knew there was only one way he was going to get his job back. And oh lord, did he not want to do it.

In fact, Xanxus had pretty much already pushed Squalo to his limits. He was seething.

“You gotta be fucking crazy if you think I'm going to do some-”

“Oh well, guess I'd better set up some interviews then. Could you send in Bel on your way out? I need to get him to put the sign back up.” Xanxus crossed his legs and smiled. Business man style.

Squalo cringed from his place on the floor. He had no option. It was do it, or go back to being penniless.

He shouldn't. He couldn't. He wouldn't!

But he had to. And for some reason, right in the back of his mind, there was a little voice that didn't actually object to it.

Standing up, Squalo marched round the desk to Xanxus, who turned on his swivelly chair to face the silver-haired teen, and fell on him like a vulture on it's last meal. On his knees again, Squalo attacked Xanxus' zipper, yanking it down like all of his university fees were hidden behind it.

Xanxus watched in shock as Squalo's determined face focused on his crotch, his hands ghosting over him, yanking at zippers and belts. When the front of his pants and boxers were pulled down to reveal a half-hard cock, Squalo recoiled slightly, staring at it with some apprehension, before reaching out and wrapping one hand around the shaft.

The dark-haired teen made a soft noise at the contact, blood pounding through his satisfied and smug body so fast it wasn't long till he was fully erect, waiting anxiously for Squalo's little pink mouth to build up the courage to taste him.

The silver-haired teen was panicking. There it was, this huge cock in his face, and he knew what he should be doing, but he just didn't know if he could. There was no doubt that he wanted to now. Now that he thought about it, it was undeniable that he'd caught himself looking at his boss every now and again with weird feelings in the pit of his stomach that he'd put down to breathing in the toxic waste that they called food at this place.

But no, that wasn't a problem anymore. He was worried about something much different. What if it didn't fit in his mouth? It was very big, and Squalo was quite sure his mouth wouldn't accommodate half the thing, let alone all of it, but what else could he possibly do now?

Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue, licking the very tip gently, almost teasing. Xanxus wrapped his fingers in Squalo's hair. He seemed to like doing that, thought Squalo as he took the head into his mouth, making his boss moan out.

Encouraged, Squalo kept his mouth still, moving his tongue around the flesh enclosed within it, up and down the slit, around the head, keeping his hand wrapped firmly around the shaft, until Xanxus dropped his head back with a groan.

Only then did he start bobbing his head, shallow at first. He was still scared of his own limits. But then he realised he could get much more of this huge cock in his mouth than he had first anticipated. He moved his head faster, deeper.

After a few more bobs, the inexperienced Squalo, not knowing how to breathe and blow at the same time, had to come up for air.

And as soon as he did, he was yanked by his hair and dragged into the open cavity underneath Xanxus' desk. The cock was soon forced into his mouth again, making him gag. He made protesting noises, which only seemed to spur Xanxus on, the vibrations on his wet flesh sending waves of pleasure through the dark-haired teen.

Squalo wanted to bite Xanxus' arrogant fucking cock right off and then shove it down his arrogant fucking throat. But before he could devise any plan to maim his boss, the dark-haired teen yelled out.

“BEL! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”

The silver-haired teen ceased all movement as his eyes widened to impossible proportions.

Seconds later, he heard the door click as it opened. The hand on his head suddenly grasped his hair even harder, forcing his head up and down, picking up a rhythm again. The silver-haired teen was glad that Bel had not been around to see him enter Xanxus’ office eariler.

“You didn't put the sign up already, did you? We don't need anyone anymore. Squalo's going to come back.”

“Shishishi! Really? What did he do, come in on his hands and knees?”

Squalo could just imagine that stupid tiara-wearing freak's grinning face right then. He wanted to reach out from under the desk and punch him in the balls.

With the slightest of movements, so as not to let Bel know what was going on, the hand kept forcing him up and down. If he didn't stop to breathe soon he was going to keel over and/or choke on Xanxus. Squalo was trying so hard not to make any noise. How the fuck was Xanxus having a normal conversation whilst this was going on?!

“I guess you could say that. Either way, he's coming back. Now get the fuck out.”

“Ahh, Lussuria's gonna be so pleased! He missed little Squally-baby, shishishi!”

The door clicked shut again. Xanxus let out a small moan.

“Come on, Squally-baby, faster.” he whispered in a lusty voice.

Squalo complied, hoping he was nearly done, so he could go back to breathing.

Up and down, up and down, quick breath, up and down, up and down, going as deep as he dared, taking in as much as he could. The boss moaned and groaned away, whispering Squalo’s name in a way that half made him want to bite it and half want to kiss it. Even Squalo was getting turned on. The hard cock in his mouth, the taste of the hot flesh on his tongue, the head poking the back of his throat. The silver-haired teen groaned to himself, wanting so desperately to taste Xanxus properly.

Almost as if he read his thoughts, Xanxus, mere seconds later, came in Squalo's mouth without warning. When it first hit the back of his throat, the silver-haired teen recoiled immediately.

Stupid idea really, it just meant Xanxus came on his face instead of in his mouth.

Squalo scrunched up his face as the dark-haired teen emptied himself onto Squalo, making guttural noises low in his throat as he did.

When he was done, Xanxus looked down under his desk, at a half-blinded Squalo with cum dripping from the side of his mouth and down his face. The silver-haired teen looked up with wide eyes and a petulant glower at his boss.

“I prefer you like this, bitch. You have to come to work looking like that every day now, or I'll fire you again.”

Squalo scowled at his boss, his mouth twitching in that way it did when he was absolutely infuriated.

“God, I fucking hate you.” Squalo said, pushing Xanxus' chair forward so he could move out of the hidey-hole and stand up.

But before he could stand to his full height, his boss grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled his face down level with his own.

Licking at the corner of Squalo's mouth, Xanxus smirked. He pulled the silver-haired teen forward so he was forced to place one knee on Xanxus' chair next to the other teen's hip.

Squalo growled as Xanxus' other hand snaked around to rest on the silver-haired teen's ass.

“Just remember this; next time you fuck up...” Xanxus grinned as he gave Squalo's ass a squeeze, “...this is mine.”

Squalo yelled out, a battle-cry of sorts, before head-butting his boss square in the face. As Xanxus reeled backwards holding the bridge of his nose and cursing, the silver-haired teen grabbed his boss’ jacket from the floor and snuck out of the door as angrily as possible, wiping his face.

And so was his first firing and re-hiring in his job at a fast-food joint in a backward town that no-one had ever heard of.

Xanxus had taken to spanking him now, as well as hair-pulling.

Every time he walked past he would whip his hand out and leave a stinger right on Squalo’s ass. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Bel and Lussuria hadn’t taken to it either.

Bel mostly did it when Squalo had a box of fries in his hand, so he jumped at the impact and threw said greasy food-stuff all over everywhere, meaning he had to clean it all up. Suffice to say, Squalo never found it funny.

Squalo was trying to talk to some customers, teenage girls he recognised from his school, when Xanxus strolled along behind him and casually slapped his ass. The silver haired-teen squeaked in the middle of his speech, causing great amusement amongst the girls he was trying to serve.

Looking over his shoulder, Squalo glared at his boss.

“Hurry up and come blow me, you little bitch.”

At least, that’s what he meant. All he really said was;

“I need to see you in my office.”

And like always, Squalo finished serving people before going to the office to do the dirty.

In the three weeks since the first incident, Squalo had been called to the office more and more often to get Xanxus off; so much so, the silver-haired teen had taken to hiding a towel and a hair-brush in one of the filing cabinets to get the cum off his face and hair. They’d pretty much done it in every square inch of that little office, but Xanxus’ favourite was still with Squalo underneath his desk like some kind of slutty secretary. Which, to be fair, is what Squalo felt like. And he was getting so good at giving head now, he could probably conquer the entire company, let alone this one little branch.

Opening the door slowly, Squalo peeked in. He’d made the mistake of whipping it open too quickly only to see Xanxus already sat behind his desk with his cock out ready. Too bad Gola had been in the near vicinity at the time and had seen everything. Squalo had pretended to be shocked, but Gola merely grunted and wandered off anyway. Despite the interruption, the silver-haired teen was still forced to blow Xanxus.

Having been hiding behind the door like some kind of closet pervert, Xanxus grabbed Squalo’s arm and pulled him inside the door, slamming it shut with Squalo’s face, whipping the teen round so his chest was flush against the wood.

Not wasting a second, Xanxus reached around the other teen’s hips, and, much to Squalo’s shock, began to undo the silver-haired teen’s pants.

Unable to say a word, Squalo stood stock-still as his pants and boxers were forced down, baring his ass to Xanxus. Were they actually going to…? Was Xanxus really going to stick his…up…there?!

"I've got a little present for you, Squally-babyyy," the dark-haired teen sang, leaning forward to breathe into Squalo's ear.

"I don't want it! Leave me alone!" Squalo squeaked, feeling his face heat up as one of Xanxus' hands came down to rest on his naked butt-cheek.

"Aww, even after I went to all the trouble of getting it?"

After a moment of fumbling behind him, Squalo tensed as he felt something press against his tight little hole.

"You don't have to worry, Squally, I just lubed my fingers for you…"

And lube he had, as Xanxus slid one of his fingers all the way into Squalo. The silver-haired teen covered his mouth with one of his hands as he cried out at the unusual feeling, and was forced to bite his own flesh as a second and slowly third finger were pressed into him.

At first it was just uncomfortable, but then it was just painful.

"Ah…p-please Xanxus…please stop, I don't wan-want to…not here…" Squalo begged, panting into his fingers.

"Who said I was gonna fuck you, bitch? This way I get to laugh at you as well, so shut the hell up and take it."

Squalo wasn't entirely sure what was meant by that last comment, but he did as he was told and shut the hell up. He scrunched up his eyes and waited for whatever it was that Xanxus had planned.

The silver-haired teen told himself it couldn't be that bad, but then his stomach dropped like he'd just bungeed off Niagara Falls as the image of a black twelve-inch dildo wielded by his lovely boss wedged its way into his mind.

Feeling something that wasn't flesh probing at his entrance made Squalo's knees shake with fear; maybe Xanxus was going to make him do it himself, whilst he sat behind his desk looking smug and threatening him with being fired if he didn't do it.

Squalo gasped out as whatever it was pushed into him further, waiting anxiously for the next inch...

Which never came. Whatever was just stuck up his ass was short and...almost...spherical? Maybe...Squalo re-adjusted himself...egg-shaped?

Cracking open his eyes, Squalo looked over his shoulder at Xanxus who was now fiddling with a small remote with a frustrated look on his face.

"Wai-…wait," Squalo asked breathily, an uncomfortable, dull pain spreading through the stretching muscles in his backside, "What is th-that fooooraahAH!"

Squalo was very quickly taught what it was for, as vibrations resonated through his sensitive flesh, shaking him to his little pounding heart, and making his legs so weak he fell to his knees, panting and clinging to the door like it was his life-line.

"There we go!" Xanxus said happily, tucking the remote into his pocket, before grabbing Squalo's hair and pulling him back to his feet.

Yanking up his pants and then zipper, Xanxus pulled his door open into Squalo's face before pushing him out into the kitchen.

"Now do your damn job the way it's supposed to be done!" he said loudly, sneering at Squalo like he was about to throw him out with the trash.

"Y-you bastard, you can't expect me to work when you've jus-NNGH!"

Xanxus' hand had discreetly slipped into his pocket again, and he smirked happily at Squalo's high-pitched cry of distress as the silver-haired teen's knees came together and he struggled to stay upright. Grabbing hold of the nearest unit with one hand, Squalo rode out the vibration with as little movement as possible, a flush rising in his cheeks as heat started to spread through his body.

"What are you waiting for Squalo? Get to work, you don't have any more breaks left!" Xanxus snapped before slamming the door in the other teen's face.

Turning his head slowly, Squalo saw Gola looking at him curiously before shrugging in that non-committal way he had and going back to flipping his burgers.

Limping back to his register, the silver-haired teen decided he'd just have to make as little movement as possible; if he did that, he wouldn't be able to feel that thing so much, and maybe he could just forget about it.

Noticing him limping, Bel and Lussuria exchanged a look.

"Jeez, Squally-baby, what's Xanxsy got in there, a spiked paddle?" giggled the green mohican.

"...Fuck you, Lussuria."

Squalo got on with his job. He got through at least 20 minutes without having to move a step; it was pretty dead, and all the customer's seemed to go to Bel's register, too scared to approach Squalo, who had on a look that suggested he was ready to bite someone's head off.

But then, when things started picking up again, Xanxus chose to come and parade around the place, showing off his authority. The silver-haired teen watched nervously as that dangerous hand slipped into that pocket, and waited for it, but...nothing happened. Maybe even Xanxus realised it was too cruel to do that to him whilst Squalo was working.

Speaking to a customer politely, smile fixed in place, the long-haired teen didn't notice as his boss wandered behind him, hand in pocket.

"Would you like fries with tha-ha-AH!?"

Squalo's knees buckled and he gripped onto the counter so hard his knuckles turned white, clamping his mouth shut so he didn't start panting in front of his customer.

"…with th-that?" he squeaked.

And Xanxus didn't stop there. He waited until Squalo was right in the middle of something to press that little damn button, and then he'd stand there smiling innocently, before going about his business, occasionally stepping up to a register when things got a bit crazy.

God he fucking hated him so much. Squalo hated him so much he wished his boss would fall into that fucking disgusting fryer. He hated him even more for making him feel so damn hot. With every ride Xanxus' face flashed into his mind, and Squalo found himself imagining his boss' naked body next to his, touching him, stroking, kissing and caressing him, and then it was him making Squalo feel like this. He fucking hated him.

By the sixth wave, Squalo was shaking all over, flushed and sweating, trying desperately to ignore his boss grinning at him from the other side of the restaurant, sat flirting with some teenage girls from school.

Jerking his head, the silver-haired teen indicated for Xanxus to come over. When the boss simply looked at him, pretending not to understand, Squalo reluctantly batted his eyelashes, causing an immediate reaction and Xanxus to march over to the counter importantly.

"What do you want? I'm chatting up those little sluts!" Xanxus hissed, leaning over Squalo's register.

Leaning forward to whisper in his boss' ear, Squalo re-adjusted his shaking legs.

"Y-you…" he whispered shakily, "…wi…win."

Jerking his head back, Xanxus stared at Squalo, looking right into his hooded eyes, glazed over with lust. The dark-haired teen blinked, his face going blank.

"THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE LAST, SQUALO! NOW GET IN MY DAMN OFFICE BEFORE I FIRE YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW!"

Squalo smiled to himself, feeling a little light-headed. It was almost as if the word 'fire' had become some kind of code for 'fuck'.

Slamming the door shut behind them, Xanxus dragged Squalo to his desk, sweeping all the paperwork dramatically onto the floor before pushing the silver-haired teen onto his back, lying on the hard wood, a stray pen digging into his back.

Off came the cap, out came the hair tie; down came the pants.

Pushing Squalo's legs into his chest, Xanxus' hand shot down past between the silver-haired teen's legs, toward the wonderful torture device he'd shoved up there not an hour ago.

With a soft popping noise and a shuddery breath from Squalo, the item was pulled out and into the air.

"The woman at the shop said you'd love it." Xanxus smirked, looking down at a barely-there Squalo, "Guess she knows her stuff when it comes to little sluts."

Squalo whined in reply. The removal of the little device had left his ass feeling loose and empty, and made him feel very lonely indeed. Fortunately, he didn't have to feel that way too long, as Xanxus lowered his own pants, and without warning forcibly shoved his rock-hard cock into Squalo.

Being bigger and thicker than Xanxus' 'present', the cock made the long-haired teen cry out as he was stretched even further, any discomfort he had felt returning with one swift motion. Obviously not being given time to adjust, Xanxus began to pound into his little slut, the tight little ass wrapped around his cock making him groan out, muttering Squally-baby's name under his breath. This little bitch was making him feel better than any girl ever had. Squalo moaned and whined like a good little slut, actually quite liking the rough feel of Xanxus' zipper scratching against his butt-cheeks as his boss fucked him, even though he knew it'd be leaving angry red lines, that would undoubtedly be sore later, in zigzags across his skin.

The long-haired teen grabbed at his own need and pumped up and down in the same rhythm that his ass was being torn apart with. Slamming one of his hands down on the desk and moaning out, the boss banged into the silver-haired teen harder and faster with every stroke.

"X-XANXUS!"

Squalo let out a strangled cry and dropped his head back. Xanxus looked up dutifully yet reluctantly to see the bitch wide-eyed and gasping for breath.

"Ah! Ah! Nngh-…X-Xah-Xanxus, right there! Do it AH there again!" Squalo panted out.

His boss had made him see white. See stars. Heaven. It must have been. Nothing that good could have been anything else.

Xanxus willingly complied. If he could make the bitch scream his name like that again, he'd do pretty much anything.

They were a noisy pair, and they didn't even care that Bel and Lussuria would no doubt be stood listening outside the door, giggling at every syllable they heard.

Feeling the pressure build in his groin, Squalo growled low in his throat, giving himself a few more harsh pumps before he came, sticky white liquid spurting onto his stomach and Xanxus' shirt. As he rode out his climax, his whole body tensed, his muscles tightening around his boss whose legs went weak at the feeling, making the dark-haired teen let out a sound of surprise before he himself came, filling Squalo to the brim.

Collapsing down onto the silver-haired teen, Xanxus breathed heavily into Squalo's neck, breathing in the sharp scent of his sweat mixed with the sweet, sweet smell of fast food and shampoo from his lovely, lovely long hair.

"I'm so glad I didn't fire you," Xanxus muttered to himself, pulling himself out of Squalo who whimpered as cum and blood trickled out of his loose hole to drip onto Xanxus' carpet.

Looking at it with disinterest, the dark-haired teen returned his gaze to Squalo, open-mouthed and with half-lidded eyes. All in all; spent.

Indicating the mess on his carpet, Xanxus smirked tiredly at his bitch.

"You're gonna clean that up, or I'm docking your wages for a week."

He laughed as Squalo's post-coital glow was destroyed by an angry flash ripping onto his face, teeth bared like a feral animal, ready to scream and shout at Xanxus. The boss stopped him by sticking his tongue into his mouth.

Outside the door, Bel and Lussuria sat on the floor, holding their ribs and shaking with laughter, tears running down their faces. The restaurant, oblivious to what had just happened in the back office, carried on without so much as a glance in that direction.

And so began the most exciting, dangerous, and… adventurous job ever conceived, at a fast-food joint in a backward town that no-one had ever heard of.

If you're reading this, it probably means you actually got all the way through that shit.

For that I congratulate you. -hands medal-

I hope you enjoyed my terrible smut.