AN: This chapter consists of Dino/Squalo drabbles. lololololtop.

A : Aqua

Squalo would have been a good swimmer, theoretically, if it weren't for the hair.

Dino was quiet and sympathetic as he stood by Squalo, waist deep in the pool and gingerly pulling strands of clumped hair from around his arms, his eyes, his back.

"Maybe a hair tie?" He asked after they had finished gathering Squalo's hair into one manageable portion behind his shoulders. Dino pet the hair as if it were going to spring to life. Squalo looked at him, angry and wet and still spitting hair from his mouth.

"Maybe next time you don't take me with you when you trip, you clumsy fuck," Squalo replied.

B : Brutal

"I'm kicking your ass," Dino gloated, fingers mashing the controller with ruthless ambition. Up, right, triangle, kick, smash, kill.

"Shut up, shut up," Squalo yelled, torso curved over his lap and hair swaying as he moved around, as if physical movement would somehow help his gameplay.

(It kind of did, actually, because Dino couldn't help but glance over, notice the way Squalo's back curved under his shirt, the way his hair shone under the light of his room-)

The match ended on the television with a spray of blood and Dino's character slumping to the dirt, beheaded and tattered.

"Rematch," he said a bit weakly, smile lopsided.

C. Companionship

"I didn't ask for you to be here," Squalo grouched, glaring at Dino from above swollen cheeks and white hospital garb. Dino smiled affectionately at him, fed him a little ice cream.

"You don't need to ask," he replied pleasantly, pushing a bit of Squalo's hair behind his ears. "Now, say 'ah'."

D. Dungeon

"Well, this is a bit kinkier than I was going for," Dino said with wide eyes, one hand still gripped around the ornate brass of the hotel door handle. "Uh, Squalo, maybe we can go back to the desk and-"

"Shut the fuck up, I can't even see around you," Squalo pushed against Dino, arms full of luggage and face full of annoyance. Dino stumbled against the doorframe and Squalo bustled around him before stopping to share Dino's dumbfounded expression. "What the fuck is this?"

"Uh, the medieval suite," Dino replied, rubbing his neck. "I didn't think it was so... literal?"

"Are those chains on the wall?" Squalo asked, walking into the room.

"Yeah, I can just go and ask for a different-"

"This will be fine," Squalo said shortly, fingering the end of the whip that was hanging from the stone wall. "Unless you're too scared, Cavallone?"

Dino's life flashed before his eyes. It was short and full of tripping over things.

He smiled, nervous and a little scared for his life. "I'll unpack."

E. Evil

"So, what do you do?"

"Fucking nosy as always, bucking horse. Why should I tell you?"

"I just want to know how you're doing, Squalo. It's good to hear from you, you know? Good to know that joining the Varia hasn't killed you."

"Whatever."

"So, what are you doing right now?"

"If you really have to fucking know, eating cereal."

"Eating cereal?"

"What were you expecting, you asshole?"

"....I guess something more... evil, haha. You are an assassin, now. Kids eat cereal."

"...."

"Sorry. Anyway, about next week..."

F. Forever

Dino knew better than to think that Squalo was going to stick around. Last night wasn't the first or last time they would screw around for a while, a chance meeting ending, somehow (as always), in Dino's giant bed.

But it would be nice, for once, to wake up next to Squalo. Rub his back, stroke his hair, kiss him awake... (Squalo was big on sweet nothings, even though he smacked Dino around for them half the time.)

With a sigh, Dino stretched out, smelling Squalo on his sheets and feeling sorry for himself for it.

Next time he would just have to tie him down.