Disclaimer: KHR is not mine, never will it be.
Warnings: Crappy first attempt to write anything related to KHR. I wrote it around 4 a.m., squeezing my brain just for the heck of it. Concrits are very much welcome. I need it.
He is not accustomed to kindness.
He has lived most of his life experiencing anything but kindness. Compassion…benignity…sympathy even, he isn't accustomed to it.
A glass thrown directed to his head, a blow to his stomach, a yank to his hair, slap to his face or a brutal kiss, he is more accustomed to it.
He likes it better and sometimes craves for it.
He hates it when Xanxus throw things at him but he likes it sometimes. It is the only thing that'll reassure him that Xanxus even bothered with him. He likes it best when he's assaulted, those brutal, forceful kiss that makes his lip bleed and makes him gasp for air.
Sometimes, maybe once or twice, when he's both lucky and unlucky, a rough sex awaits him.
He feels as if nothing matters anymore.
But everything did not make sense when he came to his life.
He knew him back then. Dino was the leader of Cavallone family; Squalo was to take over Varia. They both know each other, yet they don't. Years passed, some twisted fate it was.
Being beaten by someone younger was degrading, being thrown and rendered useless by Xanxus was excruciating but being cared by someone like him was maddening.
He isn't accustomed to kindness.
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He is aware but he is unconscious. The beeping sound of the machine and his heavy breathing are the only things he heard.
He heard him talk sometimes, heard him get frustrated and heard him talk in defeated tone. Sometimes, he is aware of Dino beside him, could almost feel his gaze.
It was so kind, so gentle…so foreign to Squalo in many ways.
On rare occasions, he feels Dino's hand on his hair. Dino touches him lightly. The strokes are light and loving. Squalo isn't accustomed to it.
He prefers Xanxus yanking it, so violently he'll scream. He feels Dino caressing his face. Every touch sending shivers to his body.
He prefers Xanxus slapping him, so hard his mouth will bleed.
Once, just once, he feels Dino's lips against his, pressing lightly. There is a lingering feeling to it even as he sleeps.
For once he contemplates.
Squalo finally opens his eyes, the light hurting his eyes. The first thing he sees is Dino's ruffled hair on his bedside. He reaches out to touch it and likes the feel of it on his hand.
Dino stirs and looks up, eyes widening before he settles with a smile.
Squalo looks at him, long and hard.
He closes his eyes and immediately feels Dino's lips on his bandaged forehead.
For once he contemplates.
He isn't accustomed to kindness but Dino's kisses are a good start to get used to it.