Sparks flew across the sky as metal clashed relentlessly. Squalo lunged towards Yamamoto with a wolfish grin that crowned his face menacingly. Like a predator circling in on its prey, the fierce Italian swordsman played his supposedly final attack on the teenager but unfortunately missed. Yamamoto casually looked over his shoulder and sent a gentle and warm smile Squalo's way, which only made the platinum haired man more furious.
"I'll wipe that naïve ass grin off your face!" Squalo bellowed.
Yamamoto stopped in his tracks and started to playfully laugh at his mentor. Enraged, the swordsman growled in anger. This brat, this ungrateful trash, had just dishonored him. Him, the Sword Emperor, of all things he could've done right then Yamamoto shouldn't have done that. Squalo dived for Yamamoto, who wasn't even in the defensive position yet due to his constant laughter, and strained the teenager up against a nearby tree. Squalo's cold blade pressed up against Yamamoto's neck.
"Heh," The platinum haired man grinned sadistically, "I've got you just where I want you."
Yamamoto quivered at the touch of the sword and squinted, unable to look Squalo in his beautiful, dim, grey eyes. Their thighs rubbed together, only with the intention to keep the other pinned though. The two were unexpectedly a clash of teeth and tongue, when it abruptly began to rain. Soaking wet, Yamamoto gasped letting Squalo's tongue trail into his mouth taking him by surprise. By then Squalo had lowered his blade and let it, and the arm it was attached to, hang on his side whilst the other hand gripped the teenager's side and resulted in the boy letting out a whimper.
The man chuckled with amusement in his cold and unfeeling voice. He pulled away from Yamamoto, making the teenager whine for more, and had no trouble at all teasing him.
Squalo let his hand trail the side of Yamamoto's face and then leaned over to the boy's ear and licked its rim.
"Squalo!" Yamamoto yelped.
The swordsman then put his lips on the boy's ear and whispered, "I want more of you, and I'll get it." Squalo started to kiss Yamamoto's lower jaw and continue further downward. When he reached the end of Yamamoto's neck he started to lick upward. Yamamoto continued to whine; being held back from his desires was torture for his body.
"Ah..senpai…" Yamamoto moaned, wanting to have his own turn.
Squalo merely looked up from his business and answered, "Shut up, brat, can't you see I'm busy?"
To Yamamoto, anything Squalo said aroused him and his mentor knew it. The teenager wasn't very good at hiding his natural reactions from Squalo.