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Title: Coming up From Behind
Fandom: khr
Rating: R
-Characters: Squalo/Basil
-Warnings: abuse, violence
Wordcount: 800(893)
Notes: --- N/A
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Squalo was an enigma. The more Basil thought about him the more infatuated he seemed to become; worse yet Basil was falling and he didn't even realize he was. It's just, the anger, the rage, the pent up frustration that Squalo exhibited because no one truly gave him the battle he was looking for that made Basil shiver- and the talent Squalo displayed, even while a steaming burst of raw energy.- Basil didn't know it but Squalo had taken his mind hostage by the neck. Because Basil didn't know he was changing, how his mind was warping and wrapping around one man clad in biker leathers, he acted the same.
No one noticed how every time there was the mention of Squalo, a chance of a possible glace of the star, how Basil perked up and instantly was interested. Basil didn't realize it but every time he held his own blade there was craving in his heart; the craving to be tossed around, to be beaten, for his opponent to be cock-sure and ready. Every time his mind remembered, every time Squalo's enigma wrapped its long grasp around Basils mind, Basil was becoming less and less comfortable with himself.
It was like being on the edge of the blade or having the slick blade pressed against your windpipe and liking it because it meant there was no where to run.
And there it was, silver hair tickling his cheeks, the bull-strong grin, sharpened canines and the sword -pressed against his jugular to the point of blood- and Basil just gasped. Squalo was commanding him around, turning his wrist back and forth, carving a hole in Basil's neck and all he heard was, "You like this, fucking slut," and there wasn't even a hint of disbelief. Squalo's boots were pressing against his knuckles and Basil didn't know when being pinned down felt right.
Then the pressure on his knuckles evaporated and he saw himself, in front of a mirror with Squalo behind him, real hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Basil had blood and semen caked on his thighs but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the image. His small, tanned body contrasted against Squalo's pale, albino qualities and how he looked so wrong in Squalo's lap. There was no way around it, they didn't fit together properly but Basil didn't care as Squalo violated him for Basil's own personal enjoyment. Squalo's dick was throbbing inside of him and Basil's thigh quivered as he over excreted himself, trying to get release even though Squalo was denying it; Squalo's cold, clammy hands wrapped too tightly around the base of his cock.
Then Squalo was bent over his smaller body, slamming into him like it was a contest and his artificial hand was hooked on Basil's lower jaw, not allowing the other to speak. Basil could see himself, covered in sweat in the mirror and he heard the floor boards creak as Squalo pressed his head down to the covers, removing his artificial hand from his jaw. Basil bit down on the sheets as the cold metal of Squalo's hand pressed against his nipple. Again, Squalo was denying him the ability to come and Basil could feel the tears form in his eyes as Squalo came inside of him and seared the abused walls.
Just because Squalo had come, again, didn't mean the silver-haired male was done with him. Squalo flipped him over onto his back and the bed and mirror melted away and Basil felt the hard brick of a wall behind him scrape the skin off his back and he felt his blood stain the orange-red brick. Squalo had his hands kneading his own erection as he rubbed against Basil's torso. Soon the artificial hand wove its way into Basil's hair and pressed the boy down and forced him to his knees. Basil felt strands of his hair get caught in the hinges of the artificial hand but when he was faced with Squalo's covered hard on and told to "fucking suck it” This time Basil did gag but it seemed to turn Squalo even more and with one swipe of Basil's tongue Squalo came and forced Basil to swallow every last drop.
The full length mirror came back but this time Basil was pressed flush up against it, Squalo behind him and fucking the living daylights out of him. His erection was rubbing against the mirror, smearing the reflective surface with his genetic material and he could feel the blood -Squalo would never use lube, since it's for pussys- run down the back of his thighs and spreading over Squalo's dick as it pressed in and pulled out over and over again. Squalo's hands were braced on the wall above the mirror as were Basils but as soon as Basil showed signs of coming, Squalo dropped on hand down to cut off the flow but he was a second too late. The first thing Squalo had ever failed at.
The sunlight jolted Basil awake and a dirty feeling covered his body. He sighed and sat up in the bed and looked to the side of him because for some reason he expected someone to be there. It was obvious he had been the only one in the bed and more than ever Basil wished he could remember what he had dreamt about.
Fandom: khr
Rating: R
-Characters: Squalo/Basil
-Warnings: abuse, violence
Wordcount: 800(893)
Notes: --- N/A
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Squalo was an enigma. The more Basil thought about him the more infatuated he seemed to become; worse yet Basil was falling and he didn't even realize he was. It's just, the anger, the rage, the pent up frustration that Squalo exhibited because no one truly gave him the battle he was looking for that made Basil shiver- and the talent Squalo displayed, even while a steaming burst of raw energy.- Basil didn't know it but Squalo had taken his mind hostage by the neck. Because Basil didn't know he was changing, how his mind was warping and wrapping around one man clad in biker leathers, he acted the same.
No one noticed how every time there was the mention of Squalo, a chance of a possible glace of the star, how Basil perked up and instantly was interested. Basil didn't realize it but every time he held his own blade there was craving in his heart; the craving to be tossed around, to be beaten, for his opponent to be cock-sure and ready. Every time his mind remembered, every time Squalo's enigma wrapped its long grasp around Basils mind, Basil was becoming less and less comfortable with himself.
It was like being on the edge of the blade or having the slick blade pressed against your windpipe and liking it because it meant there was no where to run.
And there it was, silver hair tickling his cheeks, the bull-strong grin, sharpened canines and the sword -pressed against his jugular to the point of blood- and Basil just gasped. Squalo was commanding him around, turning his wrist back and forth, carving a hole in Basil's neck and all he heard was, "You like this, fucking slut," and there wasn't even a hint of disbelief. Squalo's boots were pressing against his knuckles and Basil didn't know when being pinned down felt right.
Then the pressure on his knuckles evaporated and he saw himself, in front of a mirror with Squalo behind him, real hand wrapped tightly around his cock. Basil had blood and semen caked on his thighs but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the image. His small, tanned body contrasted against Squalo's pale, albino qualities and how he looked so wrong in Squalo's lap. There was no way around it, they didn't fit together properly but Basil didn't care as Squalo violated him for Basil's own personal enjoyment. Squalo's dick was throbbing inside of him and Basil's thigh quivered as he over excreted himself, trying to get release even though Squalo was denying it; Squalo's cold, clammy hands wrapped too tightly around the base of his cock.
Then Squalo was bent over his smaller body, slamming into him like it was a contest and his artificial hand was hooked on Basil's lower jaw, not allowing the other to speak. Basil could see himself, covered in sweat in the mirror and he heard the floor boards creak as Squalo pressed his head down to the covers, removing his artificial hand from his jaw. Basil bit down on the sheets as the cold metal of Squalo's hand pressed against his nipple. Again, Squalo was denying him the ability to come and Basil could feel the tears form in his eyes as Squalo came inside of him and seared the abused walls.
Just because Squalo had come, again, didn't mean the silver-haired male was done with him. Squalo flipped him over onto his back and the bed and mirror melted away and Basil felt the hard brick of a wall behind him scrape the skin off his back and he felt his blood stain the orange-red brick. Squalo had his hands kneading his own erection as he rubbed against Basil's torso. Soon the artificial hand wove its way into Basil's hair and pressed the boy down and forced him to his knees. Basil felt strands of his hair get caught in the hinges of the artificial hand but when he was faced with Squalo's covered hard on and told to "fucking suck it” This time Basil did gag but it seemed to turn Squalo even more and with one swipe of Basil's tongue Squalo came and forced Basil to swallow every last drop.
The full length mirror came back but this time Basil was pressed flush up against it, Squalo behind him and fucking the living daylights out of him. His erection was rubbing against the mirror, smearing the reflective surface with his genetic material and he could feel the blood -Squalo would never use lube, since it's for pussys- run down the back of his thighs and spreading over Squalo's dick as it pressed in and pulled out over and over again. Squalo's hands were braced on the wall above the mirror as were Basils but as soon as Basil showed signs of coming, Squalo dropped on hand down to cut off the flow but he was a second too late. The first thing Squalo had ever failed at.
The sunlight jolted Basil awake and a dirty feeling covered his body. He sighed and sat up in the bed and looked to the side of him because for some reason he expected someone to be there. It was obvious he had been the only one in the bed and more than ever Basil wished he could remember what he had dreamt about.