[challenge #3][shower][xanxus/squalo]
Title: Shower
Rating: R
Character(s): Xanxus/Squalo, with bits of Marmon, Belphegor, and Lussuria thrown in.
Prompt(s): Water
Word Count: 429
It's 11:37, pitch black at night when Superbi Squalo kicks open the back door, covered in blood and rain and who knows what else, dragging his sword through the dirt and into the kitchen. It scuffs the hardwood, but he doesn't bat an eye and neither do his teammates. They've seen it all before. Belphegor continues to rummage through the fridge for some possible remnant of sweets he hasn't eaten yet, Marmon's watching the prince with reserved amusement, and everyone else is god knows where.
It's 11:44 when Squalo kicks off his boots and strips in the dingy little bathroom. It feels so good to peel the sweat slick leather off his skin, but he's still burning. Sword hits linoleum with a hollow clang and seconds later the water sputters on. It's cold, and when Squalo steps in he can't help but wince at the pressure. Blood mingles with icy water, running in rivulets down his back, until suddenly he can't feel it anymore.
It's 11:46 when Xanxus joins Superbi Squalo in the tiny cramped shower, but the swordsman doesn't know or care about the time because calloused hands are already drifting down to his hips.
"...trash," the man murmurs, and Squalo's about to formulate a response before he finds himself crushed and gasping for breath between Xanxus and the wall. The tile is cool on his feverish skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat threatening to burn him to cinders while Xanxus is doing something to his ass and--oh fuckohgodohplease--Squalo's body goes rigid as Xanxus presses into him.
It's not like it's new or anything, it's become like daily routine --though Xanxus is always able to surprise the swordsman one way or another. But fuck--Squalo clenches his good fist against the smooth tiles and makes a sound halfway between a moan and a sob--he can't help it. Xanxus just smirks and tightens his grip, digging nails into ivory skin.
It's way past midnight when Lussuria bangs on the door, whining some shit that neither man bothers to listen to. It's only when he starts making threats to break the door down that Xanxus disentangles himself from Squalo, opens the door, and socks Lussuria in the face.
"Up." Xanxus directs his order at the man sprawled on the bathroom floor.
"Nh."
"Fine. Sleep on the floor. Wake up to Bel coming in to take his shower in the morning." And with that Xanxus makes his exit as gracefully as possible, leaving in the door a dazed Lussuria and a wildly giggling young prince.
"Shishishi, no wonder your showers take so long."
Rating: R
Character(s): Xanxus/Squalo, with bits of Marmon, Belphegor, and Lussuria thrown in.
Prompt(s): Water
Word Count: 429
It's 11:37, pitch black at night when Superbi Squalo kicks open the back door, covered in blood and rain and who knows what else, dragging his sword through the dirt and into the kitchen. It scuffs the hardwood, but he doesn't bat an eye and neither do his teammates. They've seen it all before. Belphegor continues to rummage through the fridge for some possible remnant of sweets he hasn't eaten yet, Marmon's watching the prince with reserved amusement, and everyone else is god knows where.
It's 11:44 when Squalo kicks off his boots and strips in the dingy little bathroom. It feels so good to peel the sweat slick leather off his skin, but he's still burning. Sword hits linoleum with a hollow clang and seconds later the water sputters on. It's cold, and when Squalo steps in he can't help but wince at the pressure. Blood mingles with icy water, running in rivulets down his back, until suddenly he can't feel it anymore.
It's 11:46 when Xanxus joins Superbi Squalo in the tiny cramped shower, but the swordsman doesn't know or care about the time because calloused hands are already drifting down to his hips.
"...trash," the man murmurs, and Squalo's about to formulate a response before he finds himself crushed and gasping for breath between Xanxus and the wall. The tile is cool on his feverish skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat threatening to burn him to cinders while Xanxus is doing something to his ass and--oh fuckohgodohplease--Squalo's body goes rigid as Xanxus presses into him.
It's not like it's new or anything, it's become like daily routine --though Xanxus is always able to surprise the swordsman one way or another. But fuck--Squalo clenches his good fist against the smooth tiles and makes a sound halfway between a moan and a sob--he can't help it. Xanxus just smirks and tightens his grip, digging nails into ivory skin.
It's way past midnight when Lussuria bangs on the door, whining some shit that neither man bothers to listen to. It's only when he starts making threats to break the door down that Xanxus disentangles himself from Squalo, opens the door, and socks Lussuria in the face.
"Up." Xanxus directs his order at the man sprawled on the bathroom floor.
"Nh."
"Fine. Sleep on the floor. Wake up to Bel coming in to take his shower in the morning." And with that Xanxus makes his exit as gracefully as possible, leaving in the door a dazed Lussuria and a wildly giggling young prince.
"Shishishi, no wonder your showers take so long."