[fic] Scarred (Dino/Squalo)
Story Title: Scarred
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairings/Characters: Dino/Squalo
Word count: 280 words
Summary: Dino needs to make sure Squalo is still there
Notes: Dedicated to cross_chord, who is the awesome Dino to my Squalo and who gave me the prompt table for this >_> #49. Scarred
Dino’s lips traced over pale skin, finding marks and raised skin. Indents from a shark’s teeth on his stomach, the slightly raised flesh from a sword or a knife on his side, the large circle where a fist had gone straight through his body. When he let out a shaky breath, mouth lingering on that wound, he felt long fingers thread through his hair. Normally, there would have been a tug, but there were only gentle movements.
“Oi, stupid pony. Stop thinking.” Dino glanced up. Squalo’s eyes were closed and he sounded like he was half-asleep. Considering he had just come from a mission, he had probably drifting on his way to sleep. It was always like this after a mission, when Squalo came back to him and he was half-dead from exhaustion or whatever wound he got.
“Sorry, I can’t help it.” He continued up, his lips brushing along an old bullet wound on Squalo’s shoulder. “I keep thinking about…”
“I know what you’re thinking about. Stop it. I’m a fucking cockroach, so I’m not going to die on you.” Dino looked up sharply, surprised Squalo actually knew what he was thinking. It was why he did this every time, reminding himself that despite everything, the shark was still in his bed and his arms.
“I wasn’t…”
“You fucking were. Now shut the fuck up, stop thinking, and fuck me properly.” The don was quiet for a moment, watching Squalo’s face. He was scarred all over, but he was still alive. And in the end, that was what mattered.
With a low chuckle, he finally moved up to press a kiss to the assassin’s lips. “Whatever you say, Squalo.”
Rating: PG-13/R
Pairings/Characters: Dino/Squalo
Word count: 280 words
Summary: Dino needs to make sure Squalo is still there
Notes: Dedicated to cross_chord, who is the awesome Dino to my Squalo and who gave me the prompt table for this >_> #49. Scarred
Dino’s lips traced over pale skin, finding marks and raised skin. Indents from a shark’s teeth on his stomach, the slightly raised flesh from a sword or a knife on his side, the large circle where a fist had gone straight through his body. When he let out a shaky breath, mouth lingering on that wound, he felt long fingers thread through his hair. Normally, there would have been a tug, but there were only gentle movements.
“Oi, stupid pony. Stop thinking.” Dino glanced up. Squalo’s eyes were closed and he sounded like he was half-asleep. Considering he had just come from a mission, he had probably drifting on his way to sleep. It was always like this after a mission, when Squalo came back to him and he was half-dead from exhaustion or whatever wound he got.
“Sorry, I can’t help it.” He continued up, his lips brushing along an old bullet wound on Squalo’s shoulder. “I keep thinking about…”
“I know what you’re thinking about. Stop it. I’m a fucking cockroach, so I’m not going to die on you.” Dino looked up sharply, surprised Squalo actually knew what he was thinking. It was why he did this every time, reminding himself that despite everything, the shark was still in his bed and his arms.
“I wasn’t…”
“You fucking were. Now shut the fuck up, stop thinking, and fuck me properly.” The don was quiet for a moment, watching Squalo’s face. He was scarred all over, but he was still alive. And in the end, that was what mattered.
With a low chuckle, he finally moved up to press a kiss to the assassin’s lips. “Whatever you say, Squalo.”