Fic: Untitled (1/1)
Title: Untitled
Author: kittyling
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Xanxus x Squalo
Warnings: Strong language, violence, & sexual content. Definitely not work-safe.
Notes: Written for tablo @ khr_exchange, and this was my first XS fic other than a short drabble so it was a good challenge. Hope you all enjoy it! ♥
All he could see was red.
In the heat of battle, Squalo used that to his advantage. The scent of spilled blood got his own blood pumping, thrumming in his veins, pounding in his ears; unlike Belphegor, it made him focused instead of fucking crazy. Helped him zero in on the target, and when that target hit back and Squalo tasted copper, thick and hot in his mouth, it angered him enough to go in for the kill.
But now Squalo wanted to smell, to taste anything but the blood covering him. Some of it was his own but most of it wasn't, dark and drying on his leather coat and flowing freely from wounds that were hidden by his clothes--but not very well, given that he was wincing with every step. And as Squalo made his way up the stairs in their mansion, one at a time, he forced himself to conceal the pain he was in as best he could. He couldn't stand looking weak--especially not in front of him.
He paused in front of oaken double doors, gloved fingers curling into a fist and then rapping sharply, three times; Squalo opened the doors without waiting for an answer, pulling them shut behind him.
"I'm fucking busy, Shark."
Xanxus hadn't even looked up from his desk, glass of wine in one hand and pen in the other, lazily signing the paperwork in front of him. He looked like he hadn't moved in a while, dark hair a little disheveled, the knot on his tie loose. And given that the wine glass was still in Xanxus's hand and not shards stuck in Squalo's hair, the swordsman took that as a sign that he didn't need to get the hell out just yet; so he leaned back against the door, watching Xanxus for a moment.
"Just wanted to let you know that I got the job done, Boss."
"Good for you. Do you want a medal or something?" Xanxus finally glanced up and the hand signing papers paused, gaze darkening as it drifted over Squalo, voice lower when he continued and--there was a dangerous edge to it that Squalo really did not like. "You're a fucking mess."
Squalo looked down at himself, biting his lip at the blood on his clothes and in his hair. He hadn't thought he'd looked that bad, but he supposed he didn't exactly look good, either. He frowned, wincing as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Excuse me for reporting to you before I took a fucking shower."
Xanxus rose from his chair at that, pen left on the desk and wine glass still in his hand as he moved to stand in front of his desk, leaning against it. He pursed his lips before gesturing with his free hand for Squalo to move closer. "Come here."
In a lot of respects, Squalo preferred straight-forward anger to this, not wanting to have to guess whether the other man was angry or not as he walked over, stopping just in front of Xanxus, meeting his gaze in an attempt to figure out what the hell he was thinking. "None of this blood is mine, Boss, if that's what you're--"
"Strip."
Squalo stared. Blinked. Stared again and failed miserably in his attempt not to sputter and gape at Xanxus, grey eyes widening. "I-- What the fuck did you just--"
"I told you to fucking strip, Shark." The words were growled and there it was, that anger that Squalo had wanted to avoid. Xanxus threw his glass at Squalo's head, hard, and it shattered as it hit, red wine spilling over Squalo's face and hair, sharp glass littering the floor and Squalo swore loudly, about to say something before Xanxus cut him off with a snarl. "Unless you want me to break the whole fucking bottle against your skull, I suggest you hurry the fuck up."
Squalo just stared at him for another moment, and unless this was some elaborate joke and Lussuria and Bel were under that desk with a camera--Xanxus was actually fucking serious. Swallowing, Squalo lifted his hands and began undoing the buttons on his coat, shrugging out of that and moving on to his shirt, boots, pants, suddenly grateful for his gloves as they hid the fact that his real hand was shaking slightly. And finally he was wearing nothing but those gloves, grey eyes looking anywhere but at Xanxus, chest rising and falling unsteadily. Squalo was less concerned by being naked in front of his boss as he was by the fact that he did look like a fucking mess now, arms and stomach covered in dark bruises, a couple of open cuts still oozing crimson.
Xanxus was silent for much longer than Squalo liked, but he still couldn't bring himself to lift his gaze--not until he felt a sharp tug at the back of his head and he hissed in pain, Xanxus's fingers fisting in long, silver hair and pulling sharply downward.
"Fucking pathetic piece of trash." Xanxus's voice was a low murmur against his ear and Squalo had barely registered the other man stepping in closer, their bodies just inches apart. Xanxus was yanking harder on his hair, exposing Squalo's neck and Squalo could hear his heart pounding in his ears. This was something he was more or less used to but it felt different right now. For all that he should be shivering, the air around them felt warm, charged with electricity and Squalo didn't want to think too hard about why that was. Didn't want to think too hard about how close Xanxus was, breath hot against his skin when he finally continued. "I'm going to teach you to never come back looking like this again."
"Boss--"
Whatever Squalo was going to say was replaced by a sharp intake of breath as Xanxus's lips pressed to his throat and then--those lips parted and Xanxus was biting him, teeth clamping down hard on his skin. It hurt like fuck combined with the fingers still yanking on his hair but the sting was weirdly pleasant, sharp teeth alternating with a tongue laving over reddening skin and Squalo was fairly certain Xanxus had drawn blood with one of those bites. Squalo bit back a whimper, a gloved hand moving to Xanxus's shoulder to steady himself without giving much thought to that action, concentrating more on the fact that Xanxus was leaving another fresh bruise on his shoulder, almost growling as he bit down and--
Somewhere along the way those large hands had started wandering down his shoulders, chest, stomach, and Squalo gasped as calloused fingers began kneading one of his bruises, sending a sharp pang up his side.
"How fucking stupid do you have to be to give them a chance to hit back, Superbi?" Xanxus's voice sent another shiver down Squalo's spine and it didn't help that one of those hands was moving dangerously low on Squalo's stomach.
"I told you that I got--" Squalo's breath hitched as Xanxus raked his nails over his skin, leaving it raw and stinging, "--the fucking job done. No one's going to see these bruises except me and you, apparently. Fuck--" And those nails moved over one of Squalo's cuts, drawing a small amount of fresh blood.
A low chuckle in Squalo's ear and Xanxus's fingers were finally ghosting down the length of the swordsman's growing erection, gripping it after another moment and giving it a swift pump. Squalo dug his hand into Xanxus's shoulder at that, biting back a groan and squeezing his eyes shut. This was not what he had expected, not what he had come in here for but how often had he let his mind wander to thoughts of this, stopping just short of really entertaining them?
"You get off on the pain, don't you? Fucking masochist."
Squalo shuddered as Xanxus's hand began to move faster and it took all the strength he had to keep himself upright, legs shaking and in another moment the hand was gone. Squalo hated the low whine that escaped him at that, trying to offset it with a growl, steadying himself against the other man, "And you're a fucking sadist."
Squalo looked up in time to see Xanxus's lips curve at that, red eyes dark before he grabbed Squalo by the wrist, reversing their positions and shoving Squalo against the desk, gloved hands moving to brace themselves against the polished wood. Xanxus's chest was pressed flush against Squalo's back and his fingers were kneading down Squalo's stomach again, and then lower, grasping his erection. "Maybe. More importantly, I don't like other people touching what's mine."
The last word was growled, punctuated with a flick of his thumb over the head of Squalo's erection and a low, throaty moan escaped the swordsman at that. He could feel Xanxus's clothed arousal against his back and Squalo suddenly wanted that barrier between them gone, instead settling on rocking his hips upward into the pace Xanxus was setting with his hand, slowly pumping him.
And then--that pace was suddenly faster and Squalo felt too hot, stretched and not caring that he was practically writhing against Xanxus, moans spilling from his lips until Xanxus silenced them, free hand grabbing another fistful of Squalo's hair and tugging his head back to kiss him, hard enough to bruise. That was just enough to send him over the edge, a tremor running through him as he came into Xanxus's hand, gasping and panting as he pulled back from the kiss.
Xanxus pulled away completely at that, stepping back as Squalo steadied himself against the edge of the desk, catching his breath. Squalo turned his head to look at him, grey eyes heavy-lidded as Xanxus took a small cloth out of his pants pocket, wiping his hand on it and letting it drop to the floor when he was done. He eyed Squalo for a moment before moving back around to the other side of his desk, seating himself in his chair again.
Squalo wasn't sure what to make of that but his brain had shut off a while ago, too stunned to put together any coherent thoughts and by the time he'd collected those thoughts, Xanxus was speaking again, gaze directed once more at his paperwork.
"Take a fucking shower and clean yourself the fuck up, Shark." He glanced up again, gaze drifting over Squalo before finally meeting his and Squalo felt his skin rise in goosebumps as Xanxus continued, "And then I might consider fucking you."
Squalo straightened at that, shakily, before Xanxus's hand was grasping his wrist again, dragging him closer over the desk. Squalo wondered if those eyes would bore holes into his skin one of these days, since it certainly felt like they were close now. Xanxus's fingers squeezed Squalo's wrist before letting go and moving to the fresh bruise at Squalo's neck, and the swordsman winced as Xanxus pressed down on the tender skin.
"I'm the only one who gets to mark you. Understand?"
The words weren't growled or murmured, they just--were. It was a statement of fact and Squalo knew better than to question it, to question Xanxus's authority or the fact that Xanxus had claimed him as "his".
Because, when all was said and done, Squalo knew that he had marked himself as Xanxus's years ago. And maybe--because how else would he, really?--this was Xanxus's way of finally acknowledging Squalo's devotion.
Author: kittyling
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Xanxus x Squalo
Warnings: Strong language, violence, & sexual content. Definitely not work-safe.
Notes: Written for tablo @ khr_exchange, and this was my first XS fic other than a short drabble so it was a good challenge. Hope you all enjoy it! ♥
All he could see was red.
In the heat of battle, Squalo used that to his advantage. The scent of spilled blood got his own blood pumping, thrumming in his veins, pounding in his ears; unlike Belphegor, it made him focused instead of fucking crazy. Helped him zero in on the target, and when that target hit back and Squalo tasted copper, thick and hot in his mouth, it angered him enough to go in for the kill.
But now Squalo wanted to smell, to taste anything but the blood covering him. Some of it was his own but most of it wasn't, dark and drying on his leather coat and flowing freely from wounds that were hidden by his clothes--but not very well, given that he was wincing with every step. And as Squalo made his way up the stairs in their mansion, one at a time, he forced himself to conceal the pain he was in as best he could. He couldn't stand looking weak--especially not in front of him.
He paused in front of oaken double doors, gloved fingers curling into a fist and then rapping sharply, three times; Squalo opened the doors without waiting for an answer, pulling them shut behind him.
"I'm fucking busy, Shark."
Xanxus hadn't even looked up from his desk, glass of wine in one hand and pen in the other, lazily signing the paperwork in front of him. He looked like he hadn't moved in a while, dark hair a little disheveled, the knot on his tie loose. And given that the wine glass was still in Xanxus's hand and not shards stuck in Squalo's hair, the swordsman took that as a sign that he didn't need to get the hell out just yet; so he leaned back against the door, watching Xanxus for a moment.
"Just wanted to let you know that I got the job done, Boss."
"Good for you. Do you want a medal or something?" Xanxus finally glanced up and the hand signing papers paused, gaze darkening as it drifted over Squalo, voice lower when he continued and--there was a dangerous edge to it that Squalo really did not like. "You're a fucking mess."
Squalo looked down at himself, biting his lip at the blood on his clothes and in his hair. He hadn't thought he'd looked that bad, but he supposed he didn't exactly look good, either. He frowned, wincing as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Excuse me for reporting to you before I took a fucking shower."
Xanxus rose from his chair at that, pen left on the desk and wine glass still in his hand as he moved to stand in front of his desk, leaning against it. He pursed his lips before gesturing with his free hand for Squalo to move closer. "Come here."
In a lot of respects, Squalo preferred straight-forward anger to this, not wanting to have to guess whether the other man was angry or not as he walked over, stopping just in front of Xanxus, meeting his gaze in an attempt to figure out what the hell he was thinking. "None of this blood is mine, Boss, if that's what you're--"
"Strip."
Squalo stared. Blinked. Stared again and failed miserably in his attempt not to sputter and gape at Xanxus, grey eyes widening. "I-- What the fuck did you just--"
"I told you to fucking strip, Shark." The words were growled and there it was, that anger that Squalo had wanted to avoid. Xanxus threw his glass at Squalo's head, hard, and it shattered as it hit, red wine spilling over Squalo's face and hair, sharp glass littering the floor and Squalo swore loudly, about to say something before Xanxus cut him off with a snarl. "Unless you want me to break the whole fucking bottle against your skull, I suggest you hurry the fuck up."
Squalo just stared at him for another moment, and unless this was some elaborate joke and Lussuria and Bel were under that desk with a camera--Xanxus was actually fucking serious. Swallowing, Squalo lifted his hands and began undoing the buttons on his coat, shrugging out of that and moving on to his shirt, boots, pants, suddenly grateful for his gloves as they hid the fact that his real hand was shaking slightly. And finally he was wearing nothing but those gloves, grey eyes looking anywhere but at Xanxus, chest rising and falling unsteadily. Squalo was less concerned by being naked in front of his boss as he was by the fact that he did look like a fucking mess now, arms and stomach covered in dark bruises, a couple of open cuts still oozing crimson.
Xanxus was silent for much longer than Squalo liked, but he still couldn't bring himself to lift his gaze--not until he felt a sharp tug at the back of his head and he hissed in pain, Xanxus's fingers fisting in long, silver hair and pulling sharply downward.
"Fucking pathetic piece of trash." Xanxus's voice was a low murmur against his ear and Squalo had barely registered the other man stepping in closer, their bodies just inches apart. Xanxus was yanking harder on his hair, exposing Squalo's neck and Squalo could hear his heart pounding in his ears. This was something he was more or less used to but it felt different right now. For all that he should be shivering, the air around them felt warm, charged with electricity and Squalo didn't want to think too hard about why that was. Didn't want to think too hard about how close Xanxus was, breath hot against his skin when he finally continued. "I'm going to teach you to never come back looking like this again."
"Boss--"
Whatever Squalo was going to say was replaced by a sharp intake of breath as Xanxus's lips pressed to his throat and then--those lips parted and Xanxus was biting him, teeth clamping down hard on his skin. It hurt like fuck combined with the fingers still yanking on his hair but the sting was weirdly pleasant, sharp teeth alternating with a tongue laving over reddening skin and Squalo was fairly certain Xanxus had drawn blood with one of those bites. Squalo bit back a whimper, a gloved hand moving to Xanxus's shoulder to steady himself without giving much thought to that action, concentrating more on the fact that Xanxus was leaving another fresh bruise on his shoulder, almost growling as he bit down and--
Somewhere along the way those large hands had started wandering down his shoulders, chest, stomach, and Squalo gasped as calloused fingers began kneading one of his bruises, sending a sharp pang up his side.
"How fucking stupid do you have to be to give them a chance to hit back, Superbi?" Xanxus's voice sent another shiver down Squalo's spine and it didn't help that one of those hands was moving dangerously low on Squalo's stomach.
"I told you that I got--" Squalo's breath hitched as Xanxus raked his nails over his skin, leaving it raw and stinging, "--the fucking job done. No one's going to see these bruises except me and you, apparently. Fuck--" And those nails moved over one of Squalo's cuts, drawing a small amount of fresh blood.
A low chuckle in Squalo's ear and Xanxus's fingers were finally ghosting down the length of the swordsman's growing erection, gripping it after another moment and giving it a swift pump. Squalo dug his hand into Xanxus's shoulder at that, biting back a groan and squeezing his eyes shut. This was not what he had expected, not what he had come in here for but how often had he let his mind wander to thoughts of this, stopping just short of really entertaining them?
"You get off on the pain, don't you? Fucking masochist."
Squalo shuddered as Xanxus's hand began to move faster and it took all the strength he had to keep himself upright, legs shaking and in another moment the hand was gone. Squalo hated the low whine that escaped him at that, trying to offset it with a growl, steadying himself against the other man, "And you're a fucking sadist."
Squalo looked up in time to see Xanxus's lips curve at that, red eyes dark before he grabbed Squalo by the wrist, reversing their positions and shoving Squalo against the desk, gloved hands moving to brace themselves against the polished wood. Xanxus's chest was pressed flush against Squalo's back and his fingers were kneading down Squalo's stomach again, and then lower, grasping his erection. "Maybe. More importantly, I don't like other people touching what's mine."
The last word was growled, punctuated with a flick of his thumb over the head of Squalo's erection and a low, throaty moan escaped the swordsman at that. He could feel Xanxus's clothed arousal against his back and Squalo suddenly wanted that barrier between them gone, instead settling on rocking his hips upward into the pace Xanxus was setting with his hand, slowly pumping him.
And then--that pace was suddenly faster and Squalo felt too hot, stretched and not caring that he was practically writhing against Xanxus, moans spilling from his lips until Xanxus silenced them, free hand grabbing another fistful of Squalo's hair and tugging his head back to kiss him, hard enough to bruise. That was just enough to send him over the edge, a tremor running through him as he came into Xanxus's hand, gasping and panting as he pulled back from the kiss.
Xanxus pulled away completely at that, stepping back as Squalo steadied himself against the edge of the desk, catching his breath. Squalo turned his head to look at him, grey eyes heavy-lidded as Xanxus took a small cloth out of his pants pocket, wiping his hand on it and letting it drop to the floor when he was done. He eyed Squalo for a moment before moving back around to the other side of his desk, seating himself in his chair again.
Squalo wasn't sure what to make of that but his brain had shut off a while ago, too stunned to put together any coherent thoughts and by the time he'd collected those thoughts, Xanxus was speaking again, gaze directed once more at his paperwork.
"Take a fucking shower and clean yourself the fuck up, Shark." He glanced up again, gaze drifting over Squalo before finally meeting his and Squalo felt his skin rise in goosebumps as Xanxus continued, "And then I might consider fucking you."
Squalo straightened at that, shakily, before Xanxus's hand was grasping his wrist again, dragging him closer over the desk. Squalo wondered if those eyes would bore holes into his skin one of these days, since it certainly felt like they were close now. Xanxus's fingers squeezed Squalo's wrist before letting go and moving to the fresh bruise at Squalo's neck, and the swordsman winced as Xanxus pressed down on the tender skin.
"I'm the only one who gets to mark you. Understand?"
The words weren't growled or murmured, they just--were. It was a statement of fact and Squalo knew better than to question it, to question Xanxus's authority or the fact that Xanxus had claimed him as "his".
Because, when all was said and done, Squalo knew that he had marked himself as Xanxus's years ago. And maybe--because how else would he, really?--this was Xanxus's way of finally acknowledging Squalo's devotion.