Eeee so it's truly the first time someone is insulting one of stories (O_O). Well, it's not as if they were worthing a nobel in litteracy too. It somehow hurts... for about two seconds. And in the same time i don't really give a damn about it.
Thank you everyone for reading and for the sweet reviews!
The doors slid wide open, and Squalo stared with bewilderment at the dark frame of the raven obstructing the opening.
"Voi, Xanxus, what…"
"What are you doing, Xanxus?" Jouji appeared behind the tanned man. "Some acquaintances of yours?"
Dino swiftly got up and smiled awkwardly at the intruders. He extended his hand. "Good evening, Mr. Gokudera, Xanxus. I didn't know you were here too. If I'd been told it sooner, I'd come to greet you directly-"
Jouji waved his hand at the blond with an obvious disdain. Apparently, the blond wasn't held in high esteem in his eyes. "Enough shillyshallying, Cavallone. We were having dinner together, my family and my new gender. Nothing a starlet like you should poke your nose into. Now if you have anything to say, say it now."
But now that Dino was allowed to talk, the words couldn't be found at all. He just stood there, agape and the palms of his hands slowly getting covered with perspiration. Jouji didn't wait to fill the silence with his own flow of words. He began fulminating about ignoramuses and boys whose good-looking only was worth something. Nothing in the brain, nothing in the pants. Their silly behavior, though, remained totally unnoticed by the raven as he kept on glaring irately at the silverette.
Of all places in that godforsaken world, why did he have to meet with that trash there that night? That was his goddamn luck back again. Somehow, seeing those hellish features, the shitty long and smooth and shiny hair glow under his eyes and that body he used to hold more than once, made his guts stir up in his belly. No matter what the raven would say, no matter the disgust he had admitting that fact, if he had to live forever, if his body would remember nothing else in the near future but a single thing, then it had to be that taste in his mouth and that burning in his flesh as it was melting in the damn silver haired beauty.
How many days, how many weeks had gone by since he left that familiar apartment? The bitter taste of that day was still present on his tongue. And that look on Squalo's face, back then. Just what the fuck was that for? He looked as though something was hurting him… Anyway, Xanxus didn't have and didn't want to think about such scum's worry…
So why was that detail upsetting him?
"Shut the fuck up, you damn scum." Xanxus hissed at Jouji who immediately silenced, then, to Squalo, who blinked in disbelief: "You, fucking get up."
"Huuh? Why?"
Yeah, why? The mere fact of thinking about that dumb trash was bothering him – enough to make the aftertaste of booze and pussies feel strangely insipid. But one thing was sure: if the simple image of Squalo was only annoying, the image of him copulating with some Dino Cavallone was purely pissing him off. He'd rather see that moron dead than with another man.
"Don't 'huh' me, you trash. Get up. We're leaving."
"You're leaving?" Jouji echoed naively. "I beg your pardon, but I wasn't…Um, I thought tonight we would get to know more about each other…"
"I don't want to know anything about you, shitty blockhead!" The raven thundered with a disgusted air, then pulled harshly at the silverette's collar. The latter pushed him back with equal harshness.
"Don't you fucking put your hands on me!" He roared.
"Um, sirs?…" A waiter discretely asked from behind the partition. "Is anything wrong?..."
"Nothing, nothing!" For the first time since the ruckus began, Dino's voice raised. "You can leave us alone. Besides, we're off, aren't we?-"
"Mind your own business, Cavallone!" Jouji demanded, then with a humbler tone, "Xanxus, come on, you can't just go as you please. We hadn't even talked about the date of the wedding yet…"
Bianchi, who appeared without warning behind her father, pulled softly at the old man's arm. "Can't we forget this for tonight, father? It seems no one excepting you is still thinking about this at the moment."
Jouji frowned. She was right, maybe. The meal was over, that meant the raven would by soon run short of patience. And he didn't want to be around when that would happen, he wasn't suicidal. A disappointed smile stretched his lips. "Yes, that's right. Ha! Ha! I'm very sorry, Xanxus. We'll talk about this later on. I'll just… Call Ieyasu, then- Aah!"
The panicked scream had resulted from the fact Xanxus practically kicked him out of his way and headed for the restaurant's entrance while yanking whether at the angry silver haired man's wrist, shirt, hair or all of them in the same time. He only let go of Squalo once they arrived at the ground-floor, in something that looked like a sterile hospital ward (it was a necessary passage in order to get in or out of the restaurant) – and this after a lot of yelling and fuming from the silver head. However, as they got there, the raven went silent. The absurdity of the previous scene was now fully shining in his mind, and still he couldn't understand why he had that unreasonable need to drag the trash out of that place.
They remained there, quiet and as stubborn as each other. Squalo was the one who broke the silence.
"Voi, in the apartment… You forgot clothes and other stuff. Are you going to pick them up?"
"Throw them."
"I thought you'd want to have them back. It would be a waste to throw them away."
"Just fucking throw them, I tell you. You dumb ass."
Squalo looked daggers at the raven. They hadn't seen each other for weeks, but Xanxus really was exactly the same asshole as before. "Still with that shitty attitude, huh. You'd better change that before the wedding. Your wife's gonna cry."
"Scum." Xanxus' voice lowered. "What did you say?"
Squalo wasn't naïve, and he was more or less aware of what had been going on in the restaurant. Yet, he didn't want to put his secret fear into words. "What? I just said that you should change your attitude before you're getting married…"
The silverette was trapped against the wall, so fast all he could do was considering with stunned eyes at the raven's face too close of his. Damn close. Squalo could smell that peculiar scent from the taller man again. This and another intense, spicy, wood-like and faintly fruity one. "Xanxus…"
It was familiar to Xanxus, soothing, the silverette's sweet voice whispering his name… It had been a mistake, to want to see him again. It reminded the raven his own weaknesses. That trash had become his weakness, the only weakness he couldn't correct. That's why he shouldn't have got closer anymore.
Xanxus bit at the smaller man's jaw. He bit hard, very hard, enough to draw blood from the broken skin.
"Stop this!... it hurts…" Squalo grimaced. He tried to push him back, in vain. Now, blood was dripping abundantly from the wound. However, the crimson on his cheek didn't ruin the beautiful face, far from it. "Damn bastard! Why did you have to do that?!" no answer came. Just like the spoiled brat he had always been, Xanxus just rested his forehead on the silverette's shoulder, his hands locked on the latter's waist, indifferent to the spectacle they were giving to any passer-by, one of two grown-up men embracing tenderly at the entrance of a restaurant.
He was heavy.
Few minutes passed like this, alone in that white aseptic hallway. Outside, the sound of humming cars could be heard from time to time. It was very normal since the restaurant was located in a populated area. Squalo shifted a little. "Voi, how long are we going to stay like this? Customers will come, you know. And aren't those people downstairs waiting for you?"
A grunt was the only reply. It probably meant the same thing as earlier: 'just throw them'.
At that moment, the silverette could have said a lot of stuff. Things like 'I'm not just a damn entertainment', or 'Who are you to invade so familiarly my personal space?', or 'I was fine before I met you, I'll be fine even if you leave me'… Well, anything that could prove he had a minimum of dignity as a human being. But before he could utter anything wise, his hands went to pet the dark mane, his teeth nibbling at the other male's ear.
"Wanna do it?"
Hell yeah, Xanxus wanted to. And sex with the shark-like beauty wasn't something one could forget overnight. They left the office building and in no time were in a nearby parking, on the rear seat of the raven's limousine. The place was totally void of people and the usual chauffeur accompanying the tanned man was told to have a little walk, so no one was going to disturb them in the middle of their 'affair'.
Squalo was straddling the raven, kissing him feverishly. It was as though his hands couldn't stay still. They were whether yanking at the black and spiky hair of the tanned man, or stroking the tense muscles of the latter's torso which was so well hidden behind his priceless silk shirt – however they were trembling so much he almost ripped the piece of clothes.
"Nn-aan…" He had to break the kiss when Xanxus' started grinding their groins together. "Wait, Xanxus… wait…!"
"Like hell." Said man replied wickedly. "Now you fucking tell me what that shitty trash did to you."
"Trash?" Squalo asked with hazy eyes. By that time, his hips were moving in unison with the grinding, back and forth, back and forth, lusciously. "Kh… Who…"
The tanned man yanked painfully at his hair. "That scumbag you were idly talking to. What did he do to you?" The pressure of Xanxus' other hand on the silverette's hip strengthened, like a threat, as if to tell the latter to do no shit like lying to him.
"We did nothing… Haa… Only, having lunch… or dinner together like today… Mm… Xanxus, hurry!"
How sweet the silver head's pleadings were for the raven. For a man who used to have sexual intercourses every day since his teenage years, those three weeks of abstinence got the better of him. His burning hands slid under the smaller man's pants and underwear and started fondling at soft and quivering buttocks. "You filthy bitch. I'll fucking kill you if you're lying."
A thick tongue licked at the wound on Squalo's chin before going down on his throat, his collarbone then his nipples. A phone was ringing somewhere in the car, but none of them gave a damn about it. The silver haired man couldn't suppress a high-pitched moan as the raven began sucking at the hardened tips through his half-open shirt. Unconsciously, his legs spread wide on the leather seat, his back arching painfully at the provocative play of Xanxus' teeth and lips on his chest. "Xanxus … Ngh!... Put it in already!" He whined.
"Shut up, whore." Xanxus kicked Squalo down and smirked. "First, you keep me amused. If you do well, I'll reward you."
Squalo shivered with anger, but said nothing. He was pretty sure that, at the moment, the raven was as turned on as him. They both needed relief, so the fastest he would get over with the foreplay, the soonest he'd got what he wanted.
Down on all fours, the silverette unbuttoned his pants before getting rid of them, his boxer following the second after. Long and thin fingers unzipped the tanned man's trousers, then drew out a half-erected shaft. Nonetheless, as Xanxus yanked at Squalo's hair for him to take it quickly in his mouth, the latter hung back. The reason for that hesitation could easily be explained by the silver haired beauty's remains of innocence: it wasn't the first time he saw Xanxus' dick, but it was actually the first time he saw it – or any other man's arousal – that close. "Voi…" He said, quite embarrassed, red starting to show on his face. "That's stupid. It won't fit in…"
Xanxus' eyebrow twitched. This time, he used all his willpower not to hit the dumb trash in the face. It would be no use using strength at the moment. He bent all over the hesitant silverette and, in almost a whisper, said, "Trash, use your hands and tongue. Start licking the head."
And in the same way as a kid, Squalo complied obediently. The first licks were awkward, but after few tries, they got better. However, this, altogether with the pumping of his hands, weren't enough to satisfy the tanned man. "Now, take the head in your mouth. Don't stop moving your hands, stupid."
By that moment, Xanxus' manhood was completely hard and erected. The silverette began taking that engorged flesh deeper and deeper in his throat, his sucking helped by the raven's hand constantly pushing his head downward and also by his thrusting in the silverette's mouth. After one minute, the shaft was entirely sucked in. Seeing his tongue growing more playful on the raven's length, lapping alternatively at the bud and at a swollen vein going from the base and traversing the entire hardness, right before pouncing on the raven's balls, it seemed the silver head was enjoying it more and more.
From time to time, he would tilt his head and cast a desperate glance at the raven, mouth stuffed with meat. His hair would fall aside, spill down on his shoulder in waves and glimmer even more beautifully in the dimness of the car, just like the petals of a gardenia in the neon light. The tanned man could see Squalo's ass shudder in anticipation.
Xanxus' ruby orbs were entranced by that vision. Just what could be greater than seeing the silver haired beauty tasting his first dick and loving it? And he, Xanxus, had been the only one to see it; he had been the only one to break him in.
"…It's enough." He grunted and made the silverette climb on top of him again. He then softly wiped with his thumb Squalo's lips, which were dripping with saliva. "You know what you have to do next."
No more words needed. Squalo positioned himself on top of the other male's hardness and, at a snail's pace, went down, down… until the head went in.
"Mmh…" He moaned a soft moan that made Xanxus che-ed.
"Don't fucking feel aroused with only this." The tanned man fumed. "Go lower, you whore."
Once more, Squalo did as he was told and eased himself down onto the taller man. "Aah… Haan!" He cried suddenly, a white spurt gushing from his erection when Xanxus was all the way in, and soiling the other man's stomach.
"You came?" The raven inquired teasingly. "You fucking came? You truly are a whore, if the feeling of a dick up in your ass is enough to-"
The raven was hushed by a voracious kiss from the silverette on his lips. Their tongues intertwined lustfully in his mouth. Soon enough, his hips lifted up again before lowering once more on that hot, pulsating member.
"Hah!" Squalo finally gasped for air, his whole body trembling desperately on the raven'. Squalo's hands went behind his back and squeezed at his ass, making the tightness around Xanxus almost unbearable. He cursed in his inner self. It had been a bad idea to let the trash in charge. Just at the look in the greyish orbs, he could swear that man was going to eat him alive.
The smaller man was writhing avidly, moving restlessly in an increasing rhythm, and to each one of his rocking, the raven would answer with a matching thrust. Xanxus kept on surging and ebbing under him, his hands holding tight at the silver haired man's waist while the latter's ass was slamming on his thighs. They were now moving so hard against each other it made the car creak and rock beneath them.
The smaller man cried. "Xanxus… It's good… Mm-aa! Shit…"
"It's good, you say?" Xanxus smirked and bit at the other male's naked shoulder, tasting the salt of the sweat on it. "What is?"
"Your dick… it feels good in me… Mnn. Ah!... Better than fingers…"
The raven's eyes darkened. It stilled the silverette. "Ah? Fingers? Whose?"
The already flushed cheeks of the silverette reddened even more. "Tsk. What are you mad about? It happened only once… I was alone and turned on. That's a- Aan!"
Xanxus resumed his ramming, ruby orbs locking with greyish ones, and this time stronger and going deeper in the man on top of him. "You were alone and you used your fingers. How was it?"
"Ha… it was weird… doing it myself… Nnh…" Even now, everything was weird, Squalo wanted to say. Talking about that… At such a moment…
"How did you it? Where were you?"
"I was… Mm-aa… I was on the bed… On my knees… Haa… Aan! Xanxus!..."
"Keep on talking." The raven threatened. He couldn't tell anymore if the silver haired man was still aware of what he was doing or saying. Squalo was half-whining half-crying, his face a mask of lust and want. It seemed all of his mind couldn't focus on anything else but his release. But Xanxus had to insist. The picture of that curvaceous body finger-fucking himself was just too hot to be ignored.
"I put one… Then another… Fuck, Xanxus! Mmh… It was so hot inside… Ah!... I pushed it deeper, deeper… A-and that squelching sound… It wasn't bad but I… I wanted to feel more… Ngh! But I couldn't… It was so frustrating… Please, Xanxus, please, make me come!" At last, he gave up and threw his arms around Xanxus' neck.
The tanned man slightly pushed Squalo back and brought the latter's legs up, so that he was now unable to move by himself, his whole weight resting on Xanxus' lap. Squalo's hands gripped at the raven's knees not to lose balance. With that angle, Xanxus was driving deeper in the silverette, hitting dead at that spot that could always make the smaller man go mad.
And mad did the silverette go when Xanxus shoved himself again. His legs were growing numb, breathing was becoming painful. Right before his eyes he could clearly see the hard appendage going in and out of him, now and then hidden by the sight of his own arousal bouncing on his belly, the feeling always coming together with the slapping of the taller man's balls against his ass.
"Xanxus… Voi, Xanxus… I'm… !"
They climaxed together, both shuddering hellishly, panting. Both men remained unable to catch their breath for quite some time, tangled in each other's arms. The sensation had been so great, so craved, Squalo simply abandoned himself in the depths of oblivion. He was propping himself on Xanxus, face buried in the other man's neck, his soft and regular gasp caressing the hair on it. His chest was heaving quietly against the raven's. Xanxus could nearly hear the heart beat beneath that sweaty skin. Such a restful sound.
Had the silverette lost consciousness? Because of all that hair covering his face, Xanxus couldn't tell. Strangely, none of them wanted to part. They just stayed there, motionless and silent. Xanxus was stroking unconsciously the long silvery mane. Now he thought about it, maybe he had missed that sensation, for all those days. It had truly been a relapse, a fatal one for him. And maybe he truly liked being like this and having the other trash lying next to him…
Finally, no, he thought. He didn't want to lose all of this.
TBC
