Title: The Bed Is A Place For Fighting
Pairings: Dino/Hibari, Squalo/Yamamoto
Warnings: Squalo's mouth, allusions to sexual situations
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: About Squalo, Dino and (deliberate) misunderstandings.
The Bed Is A Place For Fighting
"You fucktard," was all Squalo had to say when Dino came to one of their annual meet-ups (they'd first gone a few years ago, after a Vongola meeting, when Squalo had accidentally and to his immense satisfaction found out about the relationship – if it could be called such – between his old schoolmate and the Vongola Cloud Guardian) bloody and bruised, his left arm heavily bandaged.
"It must be fucking shitty to be going at it all the time."
Not that Squalo himself minded fighting, but he thought it might get slightly tiring if Takeshi were to attack him every time they met. (Although when he stopped to consider it, it would have been good if that was a bit more often, since his stupid lover had a habit of not wanting to fight him, because I don't want to hurt you, Squalo! Pretentious idiot, as if he could hurt him. Stupid Takeshi.)
When Squalo again focused on his surroundings, he found Dino staring at him oddly, before bursting out in laughter.
"No, no, it's not that bad at all! Sure, it gets me a little more tired than before, my stamina isn't what it used to be, but Kyouya's so amazing, I can't refuse him, no matter how many times he wants to do it!"
Oh, Squalo thought, so fighting once when they met wasn't enough? Well, that explained why the Bucking Horse was so fit, despite not participating in any major fights lately. (Not that all that many had, since it had been boringly quiet. No turf wars, no allies planning betrayal, no nothing. Shitty times.)
So, to keep himself from being bored, Squalo asked, "How many times do you do it, then?"
"Four or five, I think? I usually lose count after two or three!" Dino grinned, a fond glint in his eyes. "And you know, Kyouya's really demanding, so we almost never make it to the bed until the third or fourth time—"
At this, Squalo froze. Then, with his voice as deadly steady as he could manage, he asked, "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Dino stared at him, blinking. "Me and Kyouya, obviously."
Squalo's eye started to tick.
"VOOOII! So you're fucking saying that all this time you've been spouting shit about you and the Cloud brat's sex life? How fucking stupid are you?"
His voice was steadily climbing up and they were attracting quite a many stares from the other customers.
"When I said going at it, I meant sparring! Fighting, you piece of shit! The Cloud brat beating the shit out of you every time you meet!"
Dino, cringing at the sheer volume of Squalo's voice, just smiled brightly.
"Well, after fighting, Kyouya gets really, really hot, so we—"
With an enraged howl, Squalo made the hastiest exit of his life.
FIN