Idk anymore of how many days or weeks i'm late. i just hope u'll enjoy this chapter (_ _)
He cried. Though it hadn't been loud; only a high-pitched and strangled cry. Xanxus could feel Squalo's inner muscles tense and clench around his shaft as he plunged deeper and deeper in the welcoming heat. That guy… That damn silverette's ass was just so hot and tight it was almost impossible for him not to come right at the moment he put it in.
"Fuck…" He grunted and bent over the silver haired man. "Don't fucking push me back and relax, you stupid shit."
Strangely, Squalo complied. He took a deep breath and bit his lower lip, and then forced himself to ease Xanxus' ripping him from the inside.
And it hurt like hell. Squalo painfully scratched the desk and shut his eyes close. It (sex with a man) was something that had never crossed his mind before. Or at least he supposed if he really had to, he wouldn't be the one to bottom. But with Xanxus' body totally trapping him beneath his taller, heavier (and a detail his pride would never admit, stronger) body, it wasn't that simple… Even less simple when the raven started moving in and out of him and when that enormous and hard and burning arousal of him shoved itself deeper and deeper in the smaller man with every thrust.
Xanxus' pace was erratic, he didn't even give Squalo one second to adjust to it. He just kept on driving madly in the silver haired man, his hands whether gripping hard at the latter's waist or trailing on the pallid skin of his thighs, and his face buried in the shiny mane scattered all over the table, surrounding the slender frame of the long haired man like a giant halo.
It was like fucking an angel.
Seeing that marvelous sight displayed right in front of him, the raven couldn't help but nuzzling in the sweet-smelling hair or rubbing the tip of his nose on the slender neck. It smelled so good. At that moment a thought popped in the tanned man's mind: did the skin taste as good as it smelled good? As if to assert that thought, Xanxus began licking and biting at the back of the silverette's neck. But when he arrived to that special place between the left ear and the throat, Squalo suddenly arched his back.
"Aa!... Mm…" A moan escaped from his lips. "Voi…"
Maybe was it because of the booze or all the shit waiting for him at work or because of that hellish sensation of scorching tightness around his erection… but the moan actually aroused the raven even more. The pounding of his hips slowly grew faster and faster, his teeth in the same time leaving more and more bruises on the silverette's skin.
At that point, he didn't care anymore about fastening the smaller man. All that he wanted was having more of Squalo's heat pressing on him. But as though the silver head could read his mind, Squalo raised his own hips slightly higher, and then one of his hands (which had been gripping at the edge of the desk) reached for under his belly. At the swift movement of his forearm, Xanxus could guess he was also relieving himself. The thought of the silver beauty who was that excited because of him and the urge in his stomach made the tanned man move faster, harder against the silverette. Under him, Squalo was panting and whining louder. It didn't take much time for both men to come, Squalo in his own hand and Xanxus in the latter's hotness.
Few seconds later, with the last waves of their climax finally gone, the raven withdrew himself from the silver haired man. There was a sticky mess down there. Semen and blood ripping on alabaster thighs, few drops of them staining the ground. Xanxus half got up and fastened his belt while Squalo still was breathing hard against the desk, his body sprawled tiredly on it.
"Voi, damn bastard." Squalo said between two pants. "Satisfied now?"
As an answer, the raven circled the long haired man's waist with an arm. Squalo startled when he felt a calloused hand wiping the stickiness soiling his belly. "I'd say as much as you, trash."
Furious, the silverette smacked the raven's hand away and rapidly turned round whilst pulling his pants up. "Shut it." He hissed at him, his eyes glaring deadly. "Don't fucking touch me as if that was damn normal, you asshole!"
"Che. Why are you playing hard to get now? Bitch."
Xanxus' tone was light, almost playful. It was obvious his previous anger was gone. Squalo, on the other hand, was pretty pissed. "Don't call me a bitch, you damn horny- Ugh!"
He tripped and fell on the floor. And cursed. Xanxus just burst in laughs.
"Stupid useless whore." He laughed wickedly. "Unable to use your legs already?"
Squalo replied nothing. His pride was wounded enough. He just stayed there, sitting right on the ground, fists clenched and cheeks reddened. Finally, seeing the silverette unusually silenced and still was starting to annoy the raven.
"Damn trash…" He groaned before pulling the long haired man's arm to him, forcing him to get up on his feet. But since Squalo couldn't properly stand up, Xanxus (with his natural caring personality) had to piggyback him (which roused a countless number of curses and protests from the silverette) till they reached the outside of the university, and cheery on top of the cake, it had started to rain.
The limousine was waiting for him at the portal. When he saw them arriving, the chauffeur immediately opened the door to the rear seat. The raven threw Squalo inside. Complaints and swearing filled the luxurious car as they headed to the long haired man's apartment, and fortunately for the other passengers apart from the latter, the trip didn't last long. About twenty minutes later, they already reached the imposing building. Squalo got out of the car without waiting for the chauffeur to bring him an umbrella. His level of anger back to normal after all the silverette's ranting, Xanxus also got out after him. Squalo was about to come inside but Xanxus held him back. This time, there was no fighting back, no shout. Only an unusual heaviness around them.
"Why did you have to do that?" Sualo inquired. His voice was low and menacing. He was really serious, now.
"Why, you say." Xanxus humph-ed. "I don't have to explain myself to a trash like you."
The silverette breathed deeply, his eyebrows furrowed with anger. It was no use trying to talk to such a bastard after all. He tried to get in the building, but couldn't as his hair was viciously yanked backward.
"Voi…" He hissed when the dark haired man threw him against a street lamp, making a dull pain spread in his back and in the back of his head.
"You're fucking going nowhere." A towering Xanxus said to him. "Not without my consent."
"Voi. I'm not one of those whores you use to do on a daily basis. Don't you ever think because you fucked my once you're going to own me or shit. I don't even get how I can put up seeing your face at the moment."
Xanxus grimaced. Or was it a smirk, it was hard to tell. "You can't see my face? That's some shit you say, you damn slut." Before Squalo couldn't do anything, a vice-like grip came down on his throat. He gaped. "Who said you could just go and fool around with some asshole as you like?"
"F-fuck…" Squalo was desperately clutching at Xanxus' arm. "This has nothing… Kh… To do with you…"
"What if it does?"
The silver haired man was about to faint. His mind wasn't focused on anything in particular and his vision was going blurry, so he couldn't understand what was falling down on his head, so cold and wet, or what that soft and warm sensation on his lips was. Suddenly, the raven let go of his throat. Squalo jumped on the occasion to take breath of air after breath of air. The inside of his throat hurt, the only fact of swallowing his saliva hurt.
"You damn… Mmh!"
For the second time that day, the tanned man claimed his lips. Just like the first time, the kiss was rapturous and savage. It gave to the swordsman no time to take in air nor find his thoughts. The cold rain falling on him had totally sobered the taller man up, yet he didn't feel like backing from the silverette or breaking that closeness between them at all. But what he didn't except was the silverette to wrap his arm around his back and give back lick for lick and bite for bite. That, and also the fact the silver trash was actually a good kisser, if he put some mind into it.
They finally broke their embrace, leaving Squalo all panting and shaking and unable to stand on his feet anymore. Xanxus had him leaning against his chest again.
"Squalo…" He murmured in said man's ear.
"Tsk… What?" Squalo panted.
The raven smelled the sweet-smelling hair. "Let's do it again."
The silver head budged against him and a bewildered/shocked/livid face slowly raised to meet his. "Are you nuts?"
"Che. Don't you dare tell me you didn't like it."
"I still fucking can't walk because of you, damn bastard!"
Then came back the ranting again. A funny fact with it was that there was on one side Squalo who was berating like a mother-in-law to her daughter's husband, and on the other side, Xanxus – silent, from time to time grunting but in the end never rising his voice. As a matter of fact, he wasn't' even listening.
But in the same time, the weather was really starting to get cold. A rather harsh blast of wind suddenly blew on the singular couple. It made silver hair scatter in the air in a total chaos and whip at its owner's face (who was finally quieted). Out of the blue, goose pimples rapidly covered the raven's skin. He sneezed. Then they remembered they were outside in the rain (actually only a drizzle, but enough to dampen someone completely), and Xanxus was only dressed with a thin, linen long-sleeved shirt and his usual pants.
"Voi," Squalo asked with a tint of concern in his voice, "you didn't catch a cold, did you?"
The scarred man glowered at him. "Stupid scum, stop talking nonsense – sneeze. There's no way someone like me – sneeze – can catch a cold – sneeze."
Heavy grayish orbs looked dubiously at Xanxus, with their very own way of saying 'who the hell are you kidding'. Xanxus didn't like how the conversation was turning, and as if it wasn't enough, the chauffeur got out of the car with a phone in his hand, warning the raven he had to attend a sudden and very important meeting.
"I won't be coming. Cancel that shit." Xanxus ordered.
The other man shook nervously. "B-but sir, I don't think…"
"Nobody asked you to think. Call them and tell them to fuck off."
I can't tell them that, the look on the chauffeur's face was screaming. Squalo raised an eyebrow. "Voi, are you sure you shouldn't show up at that meeting? That guy (the silverette beckoned at the chauffeur) looks like he's going to pee in his pants soon, so much he's terrified to ask you."
"Yeah, I'm sure." Xanxus smirked. "And you just said I'm ill. And ill people have to be nursed, don't they?"
The long haired man's expression darkened as he was gradually realizing what the raven was implying. "Flu won't kill you."
"What do you know about it? Are you a doctor?"
"Stop being such a spoiled brat!"
A vein twitched on the tanned forehead. So, that was the limit of the pourpalers? Now he had no other choice but using strength. Seizing the silverette by the wrist before the latter could understand what was happening, he swiftly turned tail and hurried to the building, opened the huge front glass window, almost towed Squalo in the staircase (elevator forever out of order), and didn't stop until they got to the apartment.
Outside, the chauffeur was looking at the night sky with despair.
"So what am I going to do now?" He sobbed.
…
All things considered, Squalo wasn't a difficult man. He was kind of very masculine and proud on the inside, so you have to force stuffs to him, yet he'll always accept them quite easily if you know how to take it. This is mostly how the raven got the silverette to feed him in his own bed, and with TV removed from the living room so that Xanxus wouldn't miss the next episode of some stupid TV show.
"Trash, I can't see the screen." He pushed Squalo (who had been crouching at his bedside) away. "Move your fat ass."
"Voooi! For whose fucking sake am I doing this?" The long haired man shouted. "You haven't been amputated of our damn arms, use them!"
"I won't. And it's because of you I'm sick right now. So, less talking and more feeding, dumb trash."
Squalo capitulated and took another spoonful of hot soup. It was rather insipid, plus Xanxus had never been a big fan of veggies. The sight only was a reward: Squalo kneeling at his side, his long and dampened hair sticking to his alabaster skin, and looking at nothing else but him.
From time to time, he would bring the spoon to his lips. The tender yet thin flesh would then curl into a cute pout as he blew lightly at the fuming potage. As he did, his head slightly tilted aside, bringing to light the swan-like neck and the high cheekbones. Not once before that day had the raven noticed how perfectly honed were the silver head's features, how the skin was creamy and soft to the eyesight and how any movement of the man's limbs – from the simple fact of brushing his hair behind his ear to the way he's gesturing his hand from the bowl of soup to the raven – was measured and charming.
"Hey, trash, let's d-"
"Shut. Up." Squalo fumed and violently stuffed the spoon in the raven's mouth. "By the way, what about your job? Is it okay for you to leave as you like?"
Xanxus gulped and frowned. "I'm the boss so it's all right."
"Lucky bastard."
"Yeah. Move your ass here."
"Huh?"
In a fraction of second, Xanxus tugged at Squalo's arm, forcing the latter to lie down on the bed. Xanxus then nestled himself between the smaller man's legs, his back against the latter's chest, took the remote and started zapping all the programs on the TV.
Squalo raised his back a little to accommodate himself to his new state. "You're not planning to stay like this until tomorrow, are you…"
"As long as I want. Sneeze."
The silverette's eyebrow twitched nervously at the sound. "Vooi, Xanxus," he said and handed over another spoonful of potage, "eat this and fucking heal already."
TBC
