[Fic] The Fall of Narcissus
Title: The Fall of Narcissus
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing(s): Xanxus/Squalo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the KHR Kink Meme. (khrkinkmeme)
Original Prompt: Xanxus/Squalo, narcissism. Xanxus catches Squalo masturbating in front of the mirror and fucks the narcissism out of him. Or tries to.
It was after a mission-with blood dripping from his uniform and caking in his hair and bruises blooming over pale skin-that he dropped to his knees in front of the full-length mirror. He leaned in close, breath condensing over the glass and obscuring his image.
“Fuck,” Squalo hissed, shucking away his jacket and wiping the mirror clean again. His eyes went wide; glassy and glazed over. He swallowed thickly, throat feeling dry, and slowly slid his shirt from his shoulders.
Beautiful. He was always beautiful after a battle-with adrenaline still blazing through his veins and sweat sliding down his neck and purple bruises and red cuts dotting his pale, lean body. Truly, he was a sight to behold. He was perfection in this state-a combination of bloodlust and violence and beauty.
He loved it. He wished he could just stare at his image like this forever. He let out a shaky sigh, hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his face. He licked his lips absently as his eyes raked over his half-naked form. His hand moved down the side of his neck to his chest, skin feeling smooth and hot under his touch. Blood rushed to his cheeks, bringing a wonderful flush of colour to his face.
Beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful-he was fucking gorgeous.
A breathy moan escaped him as his fingers brushed over a nipple. He tilted his head to the side, eyes half-closed, but determined to stay locked on the mirror. He tweaked the nub under his fingers, twisting it until he felt his back arch. “Fuck,” he groaned.
His other hand dragged down the side of his torso, nails scraping and sending breathtaking shocks up his spine. It felt as if his nerves were on fire; his heart beat in irregular palpitations and sent shivers dancing across his skin. He started panting as a hand fumbled with his pants, feeling too tight and hot to keep him confined any longer.
He pushed them down past his ankles in a mad rush to free himself. His eyes momentarily moved away from the mirror to throw his pants to the side, but immediately returned and widened upon what they saw: hard, flushed, bloody and messy-he nearly came on sight.
He swore breathily and reached down, taking careful hold of his cock and pumping once. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he did-fuck, he was so turned on. Spikes of pleasure shocked his system, but he kept his eyes on the mirror. He spread his thighs a little wider, exposing himself further and arching his back. He looked so lewd; so dirty.
Amazing.
He swiped his thumb over the head, spreading pre-come over his fingers. “Shit... yeah,” he breathed, hips rolling up to meet his hand. His legs strained in his current position, but his pleasure-addled brain could hardly register the pain. He moved his hand over his erection, revelling in the sight before him.
He let out a hoarse shout and tossed his head back. “Just like that... fuck,” he moaned, reaching out and pressing his palm against the mirror. Fuck. So good, so fucking good....
He nearly fell over as he heard the laugh in the doorway.
“Dumb fucking narcissistic piece of shit,” the voice snickered contemptuously. Squalo turned his head widened his eyes as he realized that his boss was standing there.
“Boss... shit, I-”
“Should learn to lock the fucking door,” Xanxus snorted. His boots fell heavily against the hardwood floors. His face was twisted into a sadistic and almost amused smirk. “So you like jerking off to yourself after missions then?” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Fucking sick.”
Squalo couldn’t think of anything to say. He was at a loss. “V-voii! Fuck you, asshole! Like you’re not the fucking same!” he snarled, moving to stand up.
“Don’t stand, trash. Stay right there,” Xanxus growled, grabbing a fistful of Squalo’s hair and wrenching his head back. “You love the thought of fucking yourself that much? You only get turned on in front of a fucking mirror?” he hissed, lips sliding the side of Squalo’s throat. His tongue slipped out to taste the pale skin, like a predator testing his next victim.
Squalo stayed silent, lips pressed together tightly, nostrils flaring. He could feel embarrassment curling into his system, curdling the arousal that was there.
He yelped as Xanxus shoved his face against the mirror. His cheek pressed painfully against the cold glass. His cheekbone and brow bone started to ache and feel as if they might fucking shatter under the pressure.
“Well? Like it, shark?” the raven-haired man growled against his ear, teeth nipping at the cartilage until it was just shy of goddamn painful. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about loving yourself.”
Squalo’s jaw dropped. “Fuck off!” he snarled, thrashing his body about until Xanxus slammed his head against the mirror hard enough to crack it.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Squalo almost started to panic as he heard the zipper of his boss’s pants being tugged down. Xanxus kept one hand in Squalo’s hair as the other withdrew his dick from his pants. The silver-haired man heard the squelch from a half-empty bottle of lube and was half-tempted to ask why Xanxus had it, except for the fact that he didn’t want another dizzying slam to the mirror.
Xanxus knocked his thigh apart and aligned himself with Squalo’s entrance. “Come on, slut. Just imagine it’s you,” he sneered.
Squalo nearly choked as Xanxus pushed into him. He barely felt the teeth sink into an open wound on his shoulder as his boss shoved into him over and over and over. The stretch, the heat, the burn. It was all so fucking overwhelming. He could barely think, coherent thought just out of the reach of his mind.
He didn’t know what to do with himself. The pain wracked his body, but somewhere, deep in his core, he knew that this was what he wanted-bloodlust and violence and beauty. It was everything that not only he, but Xanxus, too, embodied. He knew that he wanted this.
He knew this was exactly what he wanted.
“Boss!” he gasped, torso pressing against the mirror as one hand reached back to grab onto Xanxus’s forearm. He felt as if his neck was going to snap. He felt as if he was going to break in half, but it felt so fucking good that he couldn’t even care. “Harder, fucker, come on...” he hissed.
“Getting into it, slut?” Xanxus growled, tongue dragging up the side of Squalo’s neck. “Good.”
He removed his arm from Squalo’s hair to wrap around his torso, picking up the speed and strength of his thrusts. Squalo moaned like a bitch and squirmed. He felt degraded and violated and humiliated, but it didn’t matter at that point. Xanxus’s thrusts were powerful and demanding and everything he could have wanted. It was fucking amazing. It was beautiful. It was everything.
“Boss... shit,” Squalo groaned, moving his hips back to meet Xanxus’s. The smooth slide of the leather and scratch of the zipper against his ass sent shudders across his skin. He reached down with one hand and began stroking himself as fast as he could manage, moaning loudly until he was almost sure that the whole manor could hear him.
“Come, trash,” Xanxus hissed, slamming into him harder for emphasis.
Shit... oh, fuck. Squalo groaned, voice tight as streaks of his own essence splattered against the mirror in front of him.
He could feel Xanxus smirk against his neck as the aftershocks of his orgasm wracked his body. He felt the burn as Xanxus came inside him with hot, jerky thrusts.
Squalo was dropped almost immediately, left to lean against the mirror. He heard the zipper as Xanxus did his pants back up and adjusted himself.
“Next time, trash,” he hummed, “you come and see me right after your missions.”
Squalo felt the well-placed kick beside his head splinter the glass. Spider web splits started slowly forming around it.
“Yes, boss,” he mumbled as the pieces cracked and fell around him.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing(s): Xanxus/Squalo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the KHR Kink Meme. (khrkinkmeme)
Original Prompt: Xanxus/Squalo, narcissism. Xanxus catches Squalo masturbating in front of the mirror and fucks the narcissism out of him. Or tries to.
It was after a mission-with blood dripping from his uniform and caking in his hair and bruises blooming over pale skin-that he dropped to his knees in front of the full-length mirror. He leaned in close, breath condensing over the glass and obscuring his image.
“Fuck,” Squalo hissed, shucking away his jacket and wiping the mirror clean again. His eyes went wide; glassy and glazed over. He swallowed thickly, throat feeling dry, and slowly slid his shirt from his shoulders.
Beautiful. He was always beautiful after a battle-with adrenaline still blazing through his veins and sweat sliding down his neck and purple bruises and red cuts dotting his pale, lean body. Truly, he was a sight to behold. He was perfection in this state-a combination of bloodlust and violence and beauty.
He loved it. He wished he could just stare at his image like this forever. He let out a shaky sigh, hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his face. He licked his lips absently as his eyes raked over his half-naked form. His hand moved down the side of his neck to his chest, skin feeling smooth and hot under his touch. Blood rushed to his cheeks, bringing a wonderful flush of colour to his face.
Beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful-he was fucking gorgeous.
A breathy moan escaped him as his fingers brushed over a nipple. He tilted his head to the side, eyes half-closed, but determined to stay locked on the mirror. He tweaked the nub under his fingers, twisting it until he felt his back arch. “Fuck,” he groaned.
His other hand dragged down the side of his torso, nails scraping and sending breathtaking shocks up his spine. It felt as if his nerves were on fire; his heart beat in irregular palpitations and sent shivers dancing across his skin. He started panting as a hand fumbled with his pants, feeling too tight and hot to keep him confined any longer.
He pushed them down past his ankles in a mad rush to free himself. His eyes momentarily moved away from the mirror to throw his pants to the side, but immediately returned and widened upon what they saw: hard, flushed, bloody and messy-he nearly came on sight.
He swore breathily and reached down, taking careful hold of his cock and pumping once. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he did-fuck, he was so turned on. Spikes of pleasure shocked his system, but he kept his eyes on the mirror. He spread his thighs a little wider, exposing himself further and arching his back. He looked so lewd; so dirty.
Amazing.
He swiped his thumb over the head, spreading pre-come over his fingers. “Shit... yeah,” he breathed, hips rolling up to meet his hand. His legs strained in his current position, but his pleasure-addled brain could hardly register the pain. He moved his hand over his erection, revelling in the sight before him.
He let out a hoarse shout and tossed his head back. “Just like that... fuck,” he moaned, reaching out and pressing his palm against the mirror. Fuck. So good, so fucking good....
He nearly fell over as he heard the laugh in the doorway.
“Dumb fucking narcissistic piece of shit,” the voice snickered contemptuously. Squalo turned his head widened his eyes as he realized that his boss was standing there.
“Boss... shit, I-”
“Should learn to lock the fucking door,” Xanxus snorted. His boots fell heavily against the hardwood floors. His face was twisted into a sadistic and almost amused smirk. “So you like jerking off to yourself after missions then?” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Fucking sick.”
Squalo couldn’t think of anything to say. He was at a loss. “V-voii! Fuck you, asshole! Like you’re not the fucking same!” he snarled, moving to stand up.
“Don’t stand, trash. Stay right there,” Xanxus growled, grabbing a fistful of Squalo’s hair and wrenching his head back. “You love the thought of fucking yourself that much? You only get turned on in front of a fucking mirror?” he hissed, lips sliding the side of Squalo’s throat. His tongue slipped out to taste the pale skin, like a predator testing his next victim.
Squalo stayed silent, lips pressed together tightly, nostrils flaring. He could feel embarrassment curling into his system, curdling the arousal that was there.
He yelped as Xanxus shoved his face against the mirror. His cheek pressed painfully against the cold glass. His cheekbone and brow bone started to ache and feel as if they might fucking shatter under the pressure.
“Well? Like it, shark?” the raven-haired man growled against his ear, teeth nipping at the cartilage until it was just shy of goddamn painful. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about loving yourself.”
Squalo’s jaw dropped. “Fuck off!” he snarled, thrashing his body about until Xanxus slammed his head against the mirror hard enough to crack it.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Squalo almost started to panic as he heard the zipper of his boss’s pants being tugged down. Xanxus kept one hand in Squalo’s hair as the other withdrew his dick from his pants. The silver-haired man heard the squelch from a half-empty bottle of lube and was half-tempted to ask why Xanxus had it, except for the fact that he didn’t want another dizzying slam to the mirror.
Xanxus knocked his thigh apart and aligned himself with Squalo’s entrance. “Come on, slut. Just imagine it’s you,” he sneered.
Squalo nearly choked as Xanxus pushed into him. He barely felt the teeth sink into an open wound on his shoulder as his boss shoved into him over and over and over. The stretch, the heat, the burn. It was all so fucking overwhelming. He could barely think, coherent thought just out of the reach of his mind.
He didn’t know what to do with himself. The pain wracked his body, but somewhere, deep in his core, he knew that this was what he wanted-bloodlust and violence and beauty. It was everything that not only he, but Xanxus, too, embodied. He knew that he wanted this.
He knew this was exactly what he wanted.
“Boss!” he gasped, torso pressing against the mirror as one hand reached back to grab onto Xanxus’s forearm. He felt as if his neck was going to snap. He felt as if he was going to break in half, but it felt so fucking good that he couldn’t even care. “Harder, fucker, come on...” he hissed.
“Getting into it, slut?” Xanxus growled, tongue dragging up the side of Squalo’s neck. “Good.”
He removed his arm from Squalo’s hair to wrap around his torso, picking up the speed and strength of his thrusts. Squalo moaned like a bitch and squirmed. He felt degraded and violated and humiliated, but it didn’t matter at that point. Xanxus’s thrusts were powerful and demanding and everything he could have wanted. It was fucking amazing. It was beautiful. It was everything.
“Boss... shit,” Squalo groaned, moving his hips back to meet Xanxus’s. The smooth slide of the leather and scratch of the zipper against his ass sent shudders across his skin. He reached down with one hand and began stroking himself as fast as he could manage, moaning loudly until he was almost sure that the whole manor could hear him.
“Come, trash,” Xanxus hissed, slamming into him harder for emphasis.
Shit... oh, fuck. Squalo groaned, voice tight as streaks of his own essence splattered against the mirror in front of him.
He could feel Xanxus smirk against his neck as the aftershocks of his orgasm wracked his body. He felt the burn as Xanxus came inside him with hot, jerky thrusts.
Squalo was dropped almost immediately, left to lean against the mirror. He heard the zipper as Xanxus did his pants back up and adjusted himself.
“Next time, trash,” he hummed, “you come and see me right after your missions.”
Squalo felt the well-placed kick beside his head splinter the glass. Spider web splits started slowly forming around it.
“Yes, boss,” he mumbled as the pieces cracked and fell around him.