Squalo should have known better. He should have known that if the Bucking Bronco shows up on your doorstep, asking to go clubbing, you turn him down. Preferably in the most convincing way possible, such as waving a sword in his face, screaming "VOOOOOIIIIII!" in an obnoxiously loud voice, and then slamming the door in his face. Especially if he's wearing skin-tight, black, leather pants, and a blue v-neck that clings to his body in all the right places. He should have known. But Dino knew exactly what buttons to push, pulled "the pout", and Squalo couldn't refuse. So here he was, his fifth drink in hand, staring out onto the dance floor.

Now Squalo does not dance, Squalo did not dance, and Squalo will never dance. Hell, Squalo does not even tap his foot when catchy songs come on the radio – not that Squalo listens to radio stations that play catchy songs. Dino, however, was a different story. The way the blonde swayed his hips seductively as he rocked to the beat of the music… absolutely delicious. Squalo smirked to himself, loving how Dino's pants hugged his fine ass. What he saw next immediately turned his mood sour. One of the men dancing by Dino had his hands on the Bronco's hips, all but grinding him. Even worse, Dino seemed to be enjoying it. Squalo downed the rest of his drink, slamming the empty glass on the counter, nearly shattering it. He stood from his barstool and shoved his way onto the dance floor, snapping at anyone who got in his way. When he reached the blonde, he yanked him from the other man's grip.

"He's mine, fucker!"

He snarled and without another word, dragged Dino through the throng of clubbers and out the back door. The cool air outside seemed to rouse Dino from his shocked stupor.

"Squalo?"

"Shut up. We're going home."

Squalo hailed a taxi and roughly shoved Dino in. He barked out his address to the terrified driver and sat moodily with his arms crossed over his chest. The rest of the ride was silent.

When they got to Squalo's house, he threw a couple bills into the front seat, and goated Dino out of the car. Squalo jammed his key into the doorknob and turned it with much more force than necessary. The second both men were inside and the door clicked closed, Dino found himself pressed up against the door, lips hungrily ravaging his. Hands slipped up his shirt, peeling the blue fabric off with lightning speed. Squalo's gruff voice growled in his ear.

"You are never wearing those pants in public again."

Dino should've known better. He should've known better than to provoke Squalo. He should've known better than to try and seduce the great Sword Emperor. He could've cried. He was in for a long night.

My first fic of the New Year! :D
(Well, technically I wrote this last year... But details, details.)
Dino's outfit was actually inspired by Squalo's outfit on the cover of his song, Break Out...
And this is TYL, in case you were wondering. TYL!Dino is sexy. Normal Dino, well... He has some growing to do :P
So enjoy and review~ 3