Flames of Possession | By : bexara Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 2806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Pairing: Xanxus x Squalo
Kind of a sequel to "Skin Deep"
Xanxus stormed through the Varia base. Thunderous footsteps reverberated loudly in his wake. The lower echelon of the Varia who saw him coming hastily scrambled out of his path. Those unfortunate souls too slow to move were knocked aside with ferocious violence. To say Xanxus was simply mad would be woefully inadequate to describe his current state. Every cell in his body vibrated with fury. A red film of rage colored his vision. The tips of his fingers burned with the need to turn his flame on someone.
His temper, never really dormant, had exploded over the course of the last few days. Xanxus had never, ever allowed anyone to play him for a fool. Yet, that bitch Byakuran had done so with ease. Pride already smarting from knowing he had been tricked by that Millefiore pussy, another insult was added when Xanxus realized he would have to play a supporting role to the very child who had defeated him ten years before. If the Vongola were not currently under siege, he would show the little runt just who was truly worthy to lead the family.
He needed to vent his rage on someone. Needed to have someone at his feet, begging for mercy. He needed…
“Where’s that damn shark at?” he snarled, grabbing the throat of a nearby idiot who had been too fucking stupid to get out of his way.
The man’s eyes bulged. Face turning purple from the lack of air, he wheezed out, “Upstairs, packing.”
For just a moment, Xanxus’s hand tightened around the Varia peon’s neck. The poor fellow actually saw the black gates of hell before Xanxus tossed him away. He hit the wall like a rag doll, sucking in noisy breaths as he landed, and began crawling away. Xanxus ignored him, his burning eyes narrowed on the ceiling. So, Squalo thought he could just take off without asking permission. Xanxus knew exactly where the trash planned on going: Japan. To those punk-ass kids. Fucking perfect. Now he had a reason, not that he had ever really needed one before, to punish the silver-haired bastard.
Xanxus glided up the stairs. Barely leashed power, animalistic and carnal, hummed through his body. He stalked down the hall. When he reached the bastard’s door, he didn’t even bother knocking. With one hand, he shoved the door open. The force of the motion was so strong, the door crashed into the wall behind it and actually pulled loose from one of its hinges.
Squalo, who had been in the process of closing the zipper on a travel bag, looked up in angry surprise. “Vooii, what the hell’s your problem? You broke the freaking door.”
“Going somewhere?” Xanxus inquired mildly, not bothering to respond to Squalo’s complaints.
“Hey, don’t just ignore me you bastard,” Squalo shouted and took a threatening step forward, but the look in Xanxus’s eyes finally registered.
“I asked you a question,” Xanxus said softly. He may not have raised his voice, but fury dripped from every word.
Eyes flickering, Squalo picked up his bag off the bed and placed it in the nearby chair. “I’m going to Japan. We just got word that those shitty brats made it out of the Millefiore base alive, but Yamamoto Takeshi lost his battle. That damn punk. I have to go teach him a lesson he won’t forget.”
At the name of that katana-wielding brat, Xanxus felt the tenuous control he had on his wrath start to slip away. Well, that was fine with him. It was time he reminded Squalo just who the boss was around there.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to go to Japan,” he walked toward the bed, shrugging out of his jacket and throwing it on the chair as he went.
“And I don’t need your fucking permission to go anywhere,” Squalo snapped irritably. He twisted to pick up his bag, and Xanxus was on him.
“Don’t you ever turn your back on me again,” Xanxus growled into Squalo’s long, silver hair. Yanking the other man hard against his chest, he set his teeth against Squalo’s neck and bit down.
“Ouch. Fuck! Let me go, you asshole!” Squalo yelled and attempted to pull away, but Xanxus was stronger. Holding him in an iron grip, Xanxus worked his teeth on Squalo’s skin, increasing the pressure. Squalo cursed and struggled, but his body couldn’t hide its reaction. His pulse sped up. His breathing became labored. Xanxus could smell the desire radiating off his second-in-command, and it enflamed the savage beast in him further. He clamped his teeth tighter on Squalo’s throat. Tighter and tighter until the coppery taste of blood teased his tongue.
“Ngh!” Squalo cried out and involuntarily thrust his ass against Xanxus’s hips. Eyes flaring triumphantly, Xanxus removed his mouth and threw Squalo hard onto the bed.
Squalo raised a hand to his bruised neck, grimacing when his fingers came away stained red. “You drew blood, you bastard!”
“And you enjoyed every fucking minute of it,” Xanxus countered mockingly.
“Fuck you, asshole!” Squalo sneered and moved to get off the bed. He wasn’t fast enough. Xanxus fell on him, pressing his body cruelly into the mattress.
“Oh, I will fuck you,” Xanxus promised darkly, “and you will spread your legs for me like a good little bitch.”
Raising his hands, Squalo tried to push Xanxus off of him. “I don’t feel like it, you shitty excuse for a boss. You can just go—.”
His words were abruptly stifled by Xanxus’s lips swooping in to claim his own in a brutal, punishing kiss. Xanxus thrust his tongue into Squalo’s mouth. Tasting. Exploring. Claiming. Squalo resisted for a few seconds before the demands of his body forced him to return the kiss with equal savagery. With lips, tongue, and teeth they fought for domination, dueling for control of the embrace. As always, Xanxus eventually mastered the other man. The sensation of having someone of Squalo’s strength and temperament under him, submitting to him, filled Xanxus with a primitive satisfaction he could not experience elsewhere.
The kiss eventually ended. Xanxus lifted his head and looked down. Squalo’s metallic eyes were half closed. Passion gave color to his face. Silver hair fanned out behind him. His lips were swollen; wet and red from their embrace.
“Bastard,” Squalo said again, but his voice was husky and raw with lust.
Xanxus never examined himself too deeply. He didn’t know why it had to be Squalo who assuaged the fire that was always burning within him. He just knew that no one else would do. Grasping the front of Squalo’s shirt, he ripped it apart. Small, metal buttons arched through the air, bouncing off furniture and falling to the floor with soft thuds.
“You didn’t have to tear my shirt off!” the indignant cry was followed by a loud moan when Xanxus took one of his now exposed nipples between two fingers and pinched. Twisting and rolling the hardened nub, Xanxus watched how the pleasure-pain of his touch caused Squalo’s body to arch wantonly off the bed.
“Don’t lie to yourself,” Xanxus flicked the nipple under hand, “I know you want it. Always watching me. Wanting me to fuck you. Wanting me to make you beg while I shove deep and hard inside your body.”
Squalo’s eyes dilated. Even if he wanted to deny Xanxus’s words, his body revealed everything. The hard bulge of his own cock strained against his pants. Xanxus was in a similar state. His dick ached for relief, pressing painfully against his zipper. He reached down to adjust himself at the same moment he scooted down to lick across Squalo’s other nipple. He flicked it with his tongue. Squalo gasped. The sound made Xanxus want to plunge in right then, but he held himself in check. Barely. Tugging the small, tight peak between his teeth, he bit and sucked with a hard, steady rhythm that had the other thrashing wildly. He exerted more pressure, until he was sure there was an edge of pain to the pleasure. Squalo was now rocking against him with reckless passion.
Pulling away, he yanked Squalo’s pants off and then arranged his own clothing so that his cock was free. The tip was wet with pre-cum. He smeared it on his fingers and then placed them against Squalo’s body. Pushing inward, he plumbed the tight depths, stretching and preparing the place for his flesh.
“Xanxus,” Squalo groaned his name. The sound of it made him harder. Filled him with an even stronger need to dominate. To plunge into the hot, muscular body beneath him and show Squalo that only he had the right to control the swordsman’s ecstasy, as well as his agony.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Xanxus demanded harshly, his own mind and body near the breaking point. “Do you want me inside this greedy ass?” He emphasized his words with a twist of his fingers, purposely grazing over the spot inside Squalo’s body that drove him wild.
“Do it,” Squalo growled through gritted teeth.
“Do what?” Xanxus asked and curled his fingers again.
“Oh, shit! Fuck me, you sadistic bastard. Just fuck me!”
Xanxus did just that. He pushed his cock inside Squalo’s body. Moving oh so slowly. Easing forward just a few inches at a time. The feel of the hot, tight flesh around him was like nothing else. He wanted to just plunge in, ride the other man until he spilled every last drop of his essence into Squalo’s eager depths. He didn’t. Instead, he stopped. When Squalo realized he wasn’t moving, he opened his eyes. Their gazes clashed. He needed just one word to give them both what they wanted. Understanding crossed Squalo’s face, followed by angry resentment. Xanxus gave a tiny thrust, a reminder of what was waiting for him. Squalo jerked his hips to take more, but Xanxus didn’t move again.
“Please,” Squalo finally whispered, his pride no match for the desire now controlling his body.
Satisfaction blazed in Xanxus’s eyes, and then he shoved in deep. They both groaned at the sensation. Rearing back, Xanxus angled his body to ensure he hit that spot inside Squalo and thrust down hard. Squalo dug his heels into the mattress and lifted his hips upward to meet those untamed thrusts. Hard, muscular bodies smacked together. Xanxus gave himself up to the mindless sensation. The fire at the heart of his body, expanded. Engulfing him in red-hot flames that spiraled out of control through his body. The need to come was overwhelming.
“Xanxus,” Squalo cried out his name again. He dug his fingers into Xanxus’s back and demanded release.
Slipping a hand between them, Xanxus grabbed Squalo’s dick and squeezed. That was all it took for the other man to convulse in spasms of pleasure. Xanxus’s thrusts turned rougher. He pounded into Squalo until the crest of orgasm bore down on him. With a few, final plunges the fire inside him exploded. Shudders wracked his body as he came, and he collapsed onto Squalo.
For a long while, the only noise in the room was the sounds of their breathing and the thump of their hearts. Finally, Xanxus pulled away. As always, there was a brief sense of loss when he disconnected their bodies. The sensation made him feel weak, and he despised it. He looked at Squalo’s face, prepared to vent his ire, but saw the other man had either passed out from their coupling or had simply fallen into an exhausted sleep. Xanxus almost woke him up, enraged that Squalo would dare do such a thing. He changed his mind, however, when he realized if Squalo was sleeping then his trip to Japan would be delayed. Oh, Xanxus had berated him for not requesting permission to go, but he knew what was at stake. And, those little pissants needed Squalo.
Still, for now, Squalo wasn’t going anywhere. Thoughts like Xanxus would get to keep Squalo to himself for a little longer didn’t actually cross his mind, but the feelings were there whether Xanxus realized it or not. Running a possessive hand through Squalo’s long, silver locks, he brushed a kiss over the sleeping man’s partially open mouth. Sliding down into the bed, he closed his own eyes and drifted off to sleep. He wasn’t aware when his subconscious reached out his arm and pulled Squalo close to his body. As if to assure himself the other man was still there.
The end
Author's Notes: Does it get any smexier than TYL Xanxus x TYL Squalo? This story is one I started back when this part was happening in the manga. I just couldn't believe Xanxus would let Squalo go running off to Japan without some sort of ruckus. So, my perverted mind decided to fill in the gaps and this is what came out. It's short, to the point, and all about the smex.
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