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As the reviews trickled in, my motivation and inspiration returned. Thank you for your comments and thoughts! So, here's the next installment of this story. Have fun and enjoy!
Two Can Play at this Game:
Chapter 4: The Sex Game!
And so, the big group settled on top of the hill, waiting for the firework show. To the far left, Haru, Kyoko and Chrome were chattering in excitement and joyous anticipation. The young Lambo sat near the girls, basking in their happiness and attention. Mukuro leaned against a tree between the girls and the Vongola 'boys'.
A few feet away from the Mist, Dino took a seat next to Squalo, both facing the direction of fireworks. Beside them, a little behind was Tsuna with his closest guardians at his back. Yamamoto remained within reach of the sword emperor while rubbing Gokudera's hand absentmindedly. To Tsuna's right, the deadliest couple was sitting down on the grass with Xanxus to the young boss' immediate right while the crowd-hater appeared comfortable being separated from the rest by the Varia leader's body.
As the night sky was being illuminated by colorful lights and sparkles, Tsuna was privileged to his own kind of laser show courtesy of Squalo and Xanxus. In the midst of the girls' awed exclamations, the Italian swordsman shot deadly glares to the right, aiming for Xanxus. Returning the favor, Xanxus sent equally heated rays to the left, back at the Shark. Although none of the fatal beams were meant for him, Tsuna, being in the middle, could feel his brain being radiated by the intense hostility and bombarded by sizzling air particles.
When the firework show reached its conclusion, the girls and Lambo announced their departure and wished to return to the Base. Yamamoto and Gokudera volunteered to escort them back, hoping to enjoy the refreshingly cool air away from the smoke-filled sky. Tsuna, against his better judgment, stayed behind to make sure his volatile guardians, 'older brother' and Varia allies would not start World War III.
Still rooted to his spot, Squalo confidently draped an arm around Dino, forcing his head to rest on the Shark's left shoulder. Feeling like he would soon be turned into their first casualty, Tsuna scooted backward, leaving the ground empty for the Varia competition. Hibari gave a small sneeze in the silent moment that ensued.
Not to be outdone, Xanxus seized this perfect opportunity to drape his Varia boss' jacket over the skylark's shoulders. Sending Squalo the kind of smile that would make Tsuna extremely uncomfortable in a dark alley with said Varia boss, Xanxus proceeded to give the Cloud a one-arm-hug to keep the Japanese warm.
To pay back, Squalo grabbed Dino's hand none too gently from the ground and squeezed it tightly, entirely missing the blonde's grimace.
Answering this newest challenge, Xanxus put his large hand on the smirking guardian's left knee and massaged the body part as if it was the sexiest object in the world.
At which point, Tsuna's mind was closed to shutdown in the last ditch effort to save his sanity. However, Squalo and Xanxus' continual staring contest was getting on his last nerve. His microwaved brain sent down a few faulty action potentials and before he knew it, a standing Tsuna was yelling something at the top of his lungs.
"WILL YOU SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED IDIOTS JUST GET OVER YOURSELVES AND STOP THIS RETARDED CHARADE?"
The good thing was this statement exemplified the greatest insight Tsuna's Hyper Intuition had ever given him. The bad thing was that it was the single bravest sentence could be said in the worst scenario concerning two insane assassins.
Immediately, the flustered boss clamped his hands over his unruly mouth. Inconspicuously taking a step back, Tsuna found four pairs of eyes focusing on him. In the briefest second, Tsuna closed his eyes and fantasized how those intense orbs were filled with respect and admiration for the Vongola Decimo's profound wisdom and awe-inspiring problem-solving skills.
Opening his eyes, Tsuna found reality laughing at his face with four standing figures still remaining. To his left, his self-proclaimed older brother was giving him soulfully empathetic looks while appearing ready to share condolences with his famiglia in the despair of his untimely death.
Next to the Cavallone, Squalo was making his presence known.
"Voooiii! What the hell did you just say, brat?" Fiery aquamarine eyes seemed to set Tsuna's brown hair ablaze. By the way his long sword was pointed at Tsuna's nether region, the young boss had a pretty good idea not to repeat his previous statement truthfully.
To his right, Xanxus was wearing a nightmare-inducing grin, powering up his guns happily at Tsuna. Twin crimson pools of raging inferno actually glowed on the assassin's darkened features.
Moving on…Hibari-san, you're my guardian, right? I really could use some protection right now…
Next to Xanxus, Tsuna's Cloud was thoroughly enjoying his predicament, feral dark eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasures.
Vaguely aware of Mukuro's aura, Tsuna took a quick glance to his left and found the best motivation for his Mist to rescue his body.
"Mukuro, I give you permission to possess my body right this moment!" I'll exorcise you out later. After all the troubles I went through to get you out of the Vendicare Prison, it's the least you could do to save me against my personal tormentors.
Instead of glee and instant salvation, the illusionist dropped his easy smile and silently crept away.
"Sorry, Tsuna-kun! I have yet wanted to experience death in a virgin's body. It's just too early in my reincarnation cycle anyway. Catch you later…Kufufu…maybe in the next life." The Mist dissipated from the scene in haste.
While Tsuna was left to deal with this fatal situation, inside his Vongola ring, the spirits of his predecessors were discussing his pathetic fate.
"Hmm… It seems there really is no honor among thieves these days, Primo! That creep did not have the decency and integrity to keep one lousy promise to your sorry heir. Truly tragic! Now, I'd almost feel bad for the boy, but it was so greatly entertaining! Good choice there, Boss!" The Vongola Secondo turned around, leaving the Primo with the view of his back and a satisfied smirk.
Behind him, the Vongola Primo wanted nothing more than to strangle his smart-ass of a successor.
"Why don't you take over and help the kid then, oh mighty and perfect one?" The Primo replied through gritted teeth.
"Do I look like I want to deal with the gun-wielding bastard's temper tantrum? Tch, not everyone could be as suicidal as your bunch, Primo-…San." Tossing the First a pitiful look, the sarcastic Second also gave him another blood-boiling smirk.
While the other spirits were holding the fuming Primo back from choking the Secondo, the Ninth patted the First serenely on his back, offering him a comforting 'there, there'.
Back in the outside world, Tsuna was not faring any better. When it came to his famiglia, crazy and bloodthirsty or not, the young boss would never fight or intentionally harm any of them. Damn conscience!
Thus, in the effort to preserve his existence, Tsuna popped a Hyper Dying Will pill into his mouth and propelled himself off the dangerous ground with his gloves' flames. After being sure that they were not chasing him, Tsuna let out a small breath and congratulated himself for stopping the Varia leaders and possibly his Cloud from demolishing the hill into his permanent resting place.
Though that hill was not a bad burial site at all! Just imagine people passing by with aromatic incenses and paying him respect everyday…
"If by that you mean boys and drunkards pissing on your grave everyday after dark, then yes, your resting place will be busy and uniquely fragrant indeed!" The Secondo appeared in his imagination for the first time. Tsuna was too shocked to respond to this Xanxus look-alike, even the attitude was similar!
"Here's an advice for both you and the delusional Primo; give it up! They're not worth it. Your masochism is quite…disturbing." The Second boss gave him a mock bow before exiting his fantasy.
When the surprise wore off, Tsuna had to admit that maybe the scary man was right. No one would visit his grave beside his small group of family and friends, especially when he was still remembered as Dame-Tsuna and no one else in Namimori knows what the phrase 'Vongola Decimo' in his epitaph means exactly anyway…
Back at the base, Haru, Kyoko and Lambo had all returned to their respective rooms. On the same floor, Tsuna successfully snuck into his own room before any of his 'terrorists' made it back. Two hours later, a clean and happy Tenth was greeted with the sounds of Dino and Squalo's 'safe' return. Across from the brunette's room, Xanxus slammed the wooden door, signaling his entrance into that chamber.
In the peace that Tsuna hoped was not the calm before a storm, a hushed conversation was taking place in the room adjacent to his left.
"Squalo, it's one thing to pretend to be your lover, it is entirely another to fake being your sex toy!" Dino squeaked in genuine fear.
"Shh… I will make it happen with or without your cooperation, Bronco!" The determined swordsman bared his fangs, too blinded by his own desires to win this 'motivating Xanxus' game.
"Have you not seen what happened at the festival?" The silver head growled his question impatiently.
"What was I supposed to see? Your choking on random fruits and spraying stomach juices on Tsuna or Xanxus' complete lack of reaction?" A frustrated blonde challenged, grinding his enamels.
Because his subordinates were out enjoying themselves with the Foundation members and Hibari was not present at the Base, it only took one angry shove from Squalo to send the Cavallone boss sprawling onto his back.
In his floored position, Dino could not react in time to Squalo's reckless ripping off his shirt and pants. In their own room, Tsuna and Xanxus were privileged to an experience similar to phone sex while in actuality, it was more of a World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) show with questionably pornographic dubs than a sado-maso game.
"Squalo!" Dino moaned as his silk shirt was torn to pieces.
"Ahhh!" The blonde cried as his pants were pulled from his legs, a hand was covering his mouth.
"Dino, don't stop! Keep it up!" Squalo encouraged his one-word screaming with glee.
"Oh My God! What…" Dino could not finish his sentence as Squalo forced a rag into his mouth and used the Bronco's tie to restrain his wrists.
"Dino, oh my, how… delicious you look…" The sword emperor smiled down while sitting on the Bucking Horse's torso, ignoring the mumble that sounded like 'rape'.
Grabbing Dino's whip, the swordsman improvised another arousing comment.
"How nice! Offering your whip for our foreplay! Vooiii, this is getting more exciting each second!" How hard can it be to crack a whip, right? Dismissing the Cavallone's horrified expression and shaking head, the sword emperor flicked his wrist casually.
The whip came down in a wild arc, almost slashed Dino's face and raised multiple welts on his arms with its tail. Squalo's hair got tangled with the weapon when it returned, barely missed slashing his torso in the same process.
However, in the two other rooms, the whip snapping and audible panting were taken as the results of sexual exertion. To Tsuna and Xanxus, Dino's gagged screams of horror sounded more like muffled pleasures instead.
When Squalo was trying to free his long mane, Dino scrambled to his feet and ran for the door. Luckily for him, Hibari had just arrived at the Base. Unluckily for him, Squalo pulled the door knob vigorously against its frame from behind him and prevented his escape.
In their tug-of-war at the door, the entire floor could hear their ragged breaths and the sounds of two strong bodies pushing as well as slamming wildly against the wooden object. To help his audience's imagination, Squalo generously sprinkled a few more thought-provoking exclamations.
"More…oh Dinooo…Please…. Oohhh more…Ca-val-lone…Damn" Squalo's enthusiastic vocalizations certainly accentuated their supposedly arousing performance.
In his bedroom, Tsuna crawled underneath his massive bed, hoping to either block out the inappropriate noises or pass out from inhaling too much dust and cob webs.
Xanxus, on the other hand, was aching with desires while battling with his own temper. His special gun was pointed straight at the door, also unintentionally at Tsuna's room, waiting for the decisive moment to blast down anything in its path.
In Squalo's chamber, the wrestling match continued as the pair fumbled around, thumping against walls and bumping into furniture. The sword emperor generously proclaimed the blonde's first and last name associating with words like yes, please and more.
As Squalo's performance reached its climax and the weight-throwing became more frantic behind their closed door, Hibari gracefully entered Xanxus' room. Upon seeing the Varia leader's enraged expressions, the Cloud gave a small smirk and a simple explanation.
"Worry not, Monkey King. My herbivore is not having sex with your Shark right now. I should know…" The aloof guardian sat down on a couch near Xanxus' throne.
Meanwhile, a confused Yamamoto was walking back to his room which was beside Xanxus' and across from Squalo's. The Japanese swordsman wondered why his Hayato did not want to sleep in his room tonight. Did I do something wrong? So lost in his one-track-minded thought, he only slightly raised an eyebrow at the strangely noisy exertions from the other room.
In the mansion's wine cellar, Gokudera was nursing a bottle of finely aged red wine, swallowing consecutive large gulps and effectively drowning his frustrating embarrassment from the choco-banana incident. What's so great about that Shark freak anyway? I have silver hair just like him…and loud…and obnoxious…and temperamental…But Shark bastard and baseball freak can talk about swords…sparring…bonding…Oh my God! What if stupid baseball idiot like that Varia bastard better than me? The more Gokudera thought about it, the more insecure he became. With each full glass, he lost a chunk of inhibition and self-restraint.
After he finished the bottle, the tipsy Storm stood up on unsteady legs and wandered upstairs toward his own room. The Vongola right-hand man was determined to seduce Yamamoto back from the Varia Shark's evil clutches although his alcohol-induced plan was not even coherent in his own his steps from one side to another, the drunken guardian was in no state to respond properly to the sight that greeted him in the corridor in front of Yamamoto's chamber.
Finally, Dino pushed the abused door wide open and dashed out to the hallway with only his silk boxer. Squalo immediately proceeded to improvise with the plan he had made with Yamamoto earlier.
One second after Dino's desperate escape, the sword emperor forcefully plunged his body after the blond boss. Squalo's reaching arms snatched the Italian don's left thigh as its owner was tumbling into the middle of the wide hallway. With one hand on the doorknob, Yamamoto turned his head toward the commotion while still pushing his door open.
Reacting instinctively as any captured animal, Dino fought tooth and nail to free himself from the Shark's deadly hold. Before his body slammed down painfully against the floor, the Cavallone boss' flailing hands manage to grab onto the Rain's waist. Unfortunately, that was not enough to ensure his liberation as Squalo's last vigorous tug successfully sent all three of them toppled over, falling onto the corridor's carpet. While the fallen trio was trying to disentangle their limbs, the drunken right-hand-man stared at them in wordless wonder for ten seconds before exclaiming loudly the first thought that appeared in his alcohol-corrupted mind.
"Ooh, A THREESOME! Holy crap… baseball idiot!" Gokudera's voice echoed throughout the floor and penetrated every waking ear. Then, the Storm narrowed his emerald eyes at the confused Rain who smiled uncomfortably as he looked up from his floored position.
In his hiding spot, Tsuna jerked his head up so fast he hit the dirty underside of his bed in full-force. The repercussion, or actually the reward, was that he lost consciousness and did not have to endure any more vicarious sexual exploits.
In Xanxus' room, Hibari leaped out of his cozy seat and rushed out to investigate the right-hand-man's provocative claim. Despite what he had said to the Varia leader in calm confidence, the Cloud could not sit back and listen to the antics outside any longer. As he impatiently opened the door, Xanxus was following closely behind. The jealousy-driven pair was ready to annihilate all.
"Hayato! It's not what it looks like…please…I can explain…" Back in the hallway, Yamamoto tried to free himself from the mess of flailing limbs and labored breaths.
"Fuck, forget the lame sentimental excuses, I wanna join…" Gokudera slurred his words suggestively while gesturing at the fallen ones.
"You know the consequences of disrupting the discipline…" The sprawling trio temporarily stopped their struggle to stare at the approaching Cloud who was brandishing one of his tonfas threateningly. The inebriated Storm turned around too quickly and lost his balance. As he slumped against the wall, Hibari and Xanxus mutedly took in the 'Dino sandwich' scene before them. Unexpectedly, the drunken guardian dropped down on all four and started to pet Dino's blond mop meticulously.
"Yamamoto Takeshi, you have five seconds to get out from underneath my Bucking Horse. Take the drunken herbivore with you before I bite you both to death," the disturbed former prefect ordered through gritted teeth.
The skylark seemed to be the one to snap out of his shock first. The natural born hitman did not need to be told twice as he rolled out of the entangled mess and carried his lover away from the potential war zone. Once the swordsman and his Storm were inside his room, Takeshi locked the door and chuckled nervously at the now slumbering form of Gokudera.
Underneath Squalo's long mane, Dino silently prayed for a swift death while the Shark was slowly extracting himself atop the Bronco's naked torso.
"Get up before I fucking rip you apart, trash!" Xanxus barked his demand. One could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. Spitting out the silver strands that spilled into his mouth, Dino bravely took a peak at his lover before he stood up next to Squalo.
"My, my… You must have a thing for swordsmen, right Bronco? An Italian one on top and a Japanese one below no less." A corner of the Cloud's hard-pressed lips lifted tauntingly; his haughty orbs however offered no mirth.
"VOI! That's obvious! How could he ever resist? Unlike some ungrateful bastards!" The sword emperor wrapped his right arm around the self-conscious and boxer-clad Dino. Squalo's shirt, which had also been torn from the tumble, revealed his well-toned abs as daringly as the last comment he tossed at the Varia boss. The two natural born abusers exchanged a heated look. We will beat the Shark at his own game!
"You don't know what you're missing out on! The Bucking Horse is quite a catch!" After hearing his friend's statement and being pulled tightly against said buddy's body, Dino could not decide whether the Shark was extremely brave or that his friend had lost his sense of self-preservation completely.
Smoothly, Squalo's right hand traveled downward along the Cavallone's side and grabbed his butt cheek in one swooping motion. As Dino jumped and squeaked in surprise, the Italian don decided that neither of his previous speculations had been sufficed in explaining the Varia second-in-command's insanity. A seething skylark growled dangerously and crouched down for a swift attack.
Before Hibari could damage his 'prized possession', Xanxus encircled the Cloud's slim waist and trapped the skylark by his side.
"Really? Didn't we have fun tonight in the forest, br… Hiba…" The Varia leader locked eyes with the Cloud while searching for the appropriate expression. Hibari caught on as he fondly recalled the spar they had after Tsuna escaped their clutches.
"Call me Kyoya." Dino's lower jaw dropped involuntarily, leaving his mouth and inner cavity vulnerable to flies and moths. Xanxus smugly spoke the skylark's first name while the Cloud hid an imperceptible grimace despite his offer.
"Well, you heard what the Bronco and Idid …" Before Squalo could finish his taunting retort, Xanxus began laughing maniacally. His broad shoulders shook violently with each bark-like laughter. The Varia boss arched his neck, rolled his head backward and allowed the sound of his wild howling to resonate throughout the hall.
All the while, Hibari stared at his companion with one raised eyebrow, slightly confused but not threatened. Dino tried to distance himself from the Varia couple until his left shoulder inadvertently collided with Squalo's stiff body. The Shark was watching Xanxus and his derisive roar intently.
When Xanxus brought his head back to its normal position, all signs of his previous amusement had vanished. Crimson orbs sparkled with deadly seriousness as they zeroed in on Squalo. The Varia leader took a couple of decisive steps forward and stopped at one foot away from Squalo's face. Dino's eyes darted back and forth between the two assassins; if he admired the Shark's audacity before, he could now marvel at his friend's nerves of steel.
The air sizzled in their silence and simmered with unspoken tension. The Varia second-in-command stood tall; his pale blue orbs betrayed none of his worries as Xanxus captured the sides of his face between the boss' forefinger and thumb. An intimidating squeeze forced the Shark's hard-pressed lips to relent.
"I know you two didn't fucking do anything tonight, trash. You'd never dare to pull a real stunt like that anyway!" Xanxus smirked disdainfully at Squalo after enunciating his statement. Then, he jerked his hand forcefully away from the Shark's face. Turning his back toward Dino and Squalo, Xanxus led the Cloud into his own guestroom.
"Xanxus you fucking asshole!" A trembling sword emperor muttered spitefully while glaring daggers at his boss' retreating back.
At three in the morning, the only noise that could be heard on the quiet floor was coming from the Rain's chamber. Inside his bathroom, the patient guardian gathered up silver locks as neatly as he could and tied them in the back of his lover's head. Once done, he proceeded to wrap his arms around the Storm's shaking frame as Gokudera emptied his stomach into the once-clean toilet bowl.
Bracing their body against each violent convulsion, Yamamoto soothingly rubbed Hayato's back and held his lover comfortably against his chest. When the temperamental Storm finished expelling alcohol from his system, he plopped down unceremoniously on the tiled floor and leaned on the marbled wall. The Japanese swordsman slowly stood up, flushed the toilet and washed his hands before getting a wet towel to clean his almost passed-out partner.
When Gokudera regained some consciousness, he found himself tucked carefully on a soft bed. To his left, Yamamoto was approaching with a glass of water. Turning on a small nightlight, the swordsman helped Hayato sit up and offered the rim of the glass near his dry lips. As the Storm greedily drank the water, Takeshi smiled happily at his lover. After putting the glass away, the Rain hovered near the right-hand man and tentatively covered his beloved's body with a warm comforter.
"Sleep with me!" Gokudera commanded softly while closing his emerald orbs again. Yamamoto grinned widely as he snuggled into the bed; all of his doubt and uncertainty vanished at his lover's invitation.
At the same time, Xanxus woke up from his uneasy sleep, glancing around the dark bedroom. The unwelcome stillness surrounded the Varia boss. Turning his head toward the glass window, Xanxus absentmindedly ran his hands over the empty right side of the massive bed.
Loneliness invaded his mind. His fingers nostalgically sought the familiar sensation of silky silver tresses atop the cold cotton sheet and fresh pillows. Inhaling sharply, the assassin detected hints of the clean linen instead of Squalo's elusive white musk. Speaking of the Shark, Xanxus did not like the bitter aftertaste of his last words; his right hand clenched into a fist as he tried to suppress the unwanted remorse.
Lying on his back, the Varia leader stared mesmerizingly at the blank ceiling, lost in thoughts of a better moment he had with the second-in-command.
In a nearby room, a pair of aquamarine orbs was also gazing at the vast canopy. From his position on the spacious bed, Squalo saw an almost-naked Dino curled up on the couch near the tall window. He did not remember how he had returned to the room and ended up in this bed. As realization dawned on him, he exhaled softly, allowing his conscience to regret dragging Dino into this mess. Anger soon replaced guilt when he recalled the reason he was riled up in the first place.
When glaring the offending wall separating him from Xanxus did not ease his mind, the Varia captain allowed himself to drift down memory lanes. Unknown to him, his boss was having the same flashback.
It was a rainy night less than a month before the 'Brokeback Mountain' incident. Squalo returned to the Varia mansion after his week-long mission at roughly midnight. Entering his room, the Shark found his desk lamp was turned on and in the armchair next to it sat a dozing Xanxus. Slightly puzzled, Squalo did not expect the Varia boss to stay up this late for him. Xanxus never cared enough about reports or news to give up his sleep, ever.
Approaching the desk, Squalo silently hung his soaked jacket on the back of the other chair. After he dropped his fatigued body down on said chair, his eyes widened at the sight of a dinner tray on his desk. An empty liquor glass stood next to his dinner.
Silently, Squalo worked through his cold steak, forcing the chunks down his unresponsive stomach. When he was finished eating, the Shark decided to drag Xanxus' sleeping form onto his nearby bed. During his struggle, he did not see the smirk that appeared on the Varia boss' face. After laying his boss down on the mattress, the Sword Emperor proceeded to shower.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Squalo found Xanxus still soundly asleep under the blankets. Swiftly, he joined his companion, hoping to restore his aching body.
Somewhere along the way, a foot unexpectedly rubbed again Squalo's warm legs. Scowling in his semi-conscious state, the Shark voiced his annoyance loudly.
"VOI! Remove your frozen appendage from my body!"
Never deterred by Squalo's harmless complaints, Xanxus did not dignify the outburst with a reply. Used to their bantering, the Shark let out a sigh and began to sleep again when said icy foot kicked him in the shin.
Outraged, Squalo opened his eyes and glared at the smirk on Xanxus' face. Turning to his side, the Varia captain carefully rolled the shared comforter and blankets along with him, leaving Xanxus' body out in the open air.
Five minutes later, Xanxus was poking his right shoulder and tugging on his silver locks that sprawled between them.
"We're not having sex at this time, Xanxus. Night!" Relenting, the Shark released his iron-hold on the warm covers.
With the rising sun, Squalo woke up to find his body locked in Xanxus' possessiveness with the boss' leg across his thighs and a muscular arm squeezing his chest. Basking in the morning sunshine, Xanxus opened his eyes, sniffed in his scents and looked at him expectantly.
Too tired to demand to be on top, the Shark allowed Xanxus to pleasure him instead. Eager hands unbuttoned his shirts hastily, but proceeded mindfully to avoid the new bruises of his last mission. The Varia boss lowered his body onto Squalo's torso. Hungrily, he captured the Shark's lips before trailing along his lover's lower jaw. Impassioned tongue and sharp teeth roughly claimed Squalo's neck, leaving behind red spots and possessive marks.
After raking through the silver locks, lustful fingers teased his sensitive nipples; then, the callous hands roamed down to spread his inner thighs. Without warning, a strong thrust ignited his writhing body. Squalo's fingers dug into Xanxus' scarred back as the Shark's lean frame arched into this intimate rhythm. The mattress creaked violently with each enthusiastic dip, rise and twist of their entwined body. Soft murmurs gave way to wanton screams of desires… Spending the day to find ecstasy in each other's corporal form, they only emerged outside when the sky was dark again.
Smiling sardonically at the memory, Squalo scowled deeply while reanalyzing the recent turns of event. Sex is all I'm good for, eh? You think I wouldn't dare to pull a real stunt? Watch and learn, I'll make you eat that dare of yours…
In the other room, Xanxus closed his tired eyes and tightened his fists on the empty pillow, blunt finger nails digging into callous palms. Enough games, Squalo! I'll get you back tomorrow!
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