I am moving lemons to my adultfanfiction account.
"S-squalo...?" Fran felt heat rising to his cheeks as he pulled away from the kiss, looking anywhere but at the older male; he didn't understand why the other would suddenly kiss him for no reason - unless it was true when Squalo said he didn't hate him...?
"Shut up." Squalo pushed Fran down onto the bed, crawling on top of him; for once, he was going to let go of that part deep inside of him that resented who he was and stop resisting.
Fran's eyes widened as he watched the older man's hand travel down his chest, undoing the Varia jacket with ease. "W-what are you... d-doing...?"
"Isn't it clear?" Squalo bit down on Fran's neck, drawing a strangled yelp from the younger. "I'm proving to you that I don't hate you, shithead. Consider yourself lucky - you're the only male I'll let myself fuck."
Fran moaned as a calloused hand slipped beneath his black turtleneck. He cried out as his nipple was brushed against, his chest arching into the touch; he couldn't speak for before the accident, but he had never felt so good from what he could remember.
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The older Varia member grunted as he emptied himself in the boy before slumping over the younger. It was quiet, except for their heavy breathing and pants that conveyed their exhaustion.
When Squalo rolled off the boy to instead lay next to him, he almost pushed the other away out of instinct when Fran rested his head on his sweaty chest. However, seeing the peaceful look on the younger's face he had never seen before, he decided against it - he had just taken Fran's virginity, after all.
Instead, wrapping his arms aroung the still-shaking body and pulling it on top of him, Squalo rested his chin in sweaty teal hair. He rubbed the wet, bare skin of Fran's back, feeling the way tiny fingers curled around his wrist. The tiny boy pressed himself as close as possible to his lover, his eyes slipping closed. He ignored the blood that stuck to his thighs, and the bodily liquids that rolled out of his behind to join it; all that mattered was being here with Squalo - and whether or not he had his memories didn't matter to him; he had Squalo now, and he could make a fresh start; he had a strange feeling in his heart that his previous life hadn't gone the way he wanted it to; now, he had the power to change that.
And change it, he would.