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Awkward Silence	By : stephfarrow94 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 2871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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SHOTA WARNING. If you don’t like, don’t read.
Two days had passed since Lussuria had asked for Squalo’s help, and said males had just returned from a mission they had both taken part in. Tired and grumpy, they retired to the living room where they found Bel, sitting on the red couch as he watched TV.
“What’cha watching, brat?” Squalo asked, throwing himself down on the couch beside the blond boy.
Bel just shrugged, digging his spoon into the bucket of ice cream he was cradling.
“You’ll rot your teeth, darling,” Lussuria pointed out, scolding Bel for his poor choice in breakfast.
“No, I won’t.” Bel protested, bringing the spoon up to his mouth. “The prince can do what he wants.”
Lussuria, too tired to argue, just nodded, lying down on the smaller couch opposite Bel and Squalo. He closed his eyes, desperately needing sleep, while the silver-haired teenager stared at the TV, lost in thoughts.
Squalo’s pervert senses told him Bel was watching something very inappropriate for his age – and his suspicions were confirmed when that damned pizza man was let into an underdressed woman’s home; fucking Levi and him leaving his shit lying around...
“Where’s the remote?” The sixteen-year-old growled, his dark eyes on the blond. Bel just shrugged again, aggravating him. “Little bastard you are, Belphegor…”
Bel ignored this, his eyes trained on the TV; though he couldn’t quite work out what was happening, he didn’t think it was smart of the people in the movie to abandon their pizza in favour of talking about things he didn’t understand; why would someone want to abandon such delicious food in favour of another human being?
“How long have you been watching this?” Squalo demanded, getting up to search for the remote; if he outright turned the TV off, he would only alert Bel to the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be watching this, and it would eventually lead Bel to either sneaking the DVD into his room to watch later, or throwing a fit and demand he be allowed to continue viewing what he had started.
“I only just pressed play seconds before you guys walked in,” Bel answered truthfully, not understanding what the fuss was about; it was just a movie.
“Goddamnit,” Squalo mumbled as he started lifting the cushions from the couch in his search for the remote. “Voi! Where’d you hide it, shithead?!”
“The prince didn’t touch the stupid remote, peasant,” the blond replied calmly. “It wasn’t here when he got here.”
“You’d better not be lying, brat,” Squalo growled. “I swear I’ll kill you if you are.”
“Just take the DVD out, Squalo, dear…” Lussuria muttered, rolling onto his side so that his back faced his teammates.
Squalo hissed dangerously as Bel perked up at these words, knowing the boy had worked out that they didn’t want him watching this.
“Huh?” the youngest questioned. “Why are you turning it off? The prince wants to see if they’ll end up eating that pizza; he’d have already eaten it all by himself if it were his.”
That’s not all they’re going to be eating… Squalo thought to himself before he cleared his mind of those thoughts. “They won’t, Belphegor. They won’t even remember there’s a fucking pizza there in the first place.”
Bel didn’t reply to these words, and Squalo had decided he’d just have to take the DVD out and deal with whatever came his way because of it; if worst came to worst, he could just burn the disc and tell Leviathan to look after his shit better.
Just as Squalo lifted his head from the couch, a quiet, almost breathy whisper from Bel caught his attention.
“Squalo…?”
The addressed teenager glanced up at Bel, never having heard him sound like this before – had he been… too late in protecting his innocence…?
“…Why… W-why are they taking their clothes off…?”
Squalo bit his lip as he looked up at the widescreen TV, face-palming as he realised he should have just braved the consequences of telling the boy no before it had gotten to this point.
Taking his eyes off the woman who was now fondling the pizza delivery man’s bare groin in a very slutty manner, Squalo reached out to pull the now-mesmerised Bel from the couch.
“A-ah…” Bel’s cheeks flushed as he moaned at Squalo’s touch, his body reacting in ways he had slowly started getting used to; his body certainly seemed to like getting warm at the most random of times. “S-squalo…”
Squalo released the boy as if Bel’s body had scalded his hand, not knowing how to react. The moans in the background were making his own body react in similar ways to Bel’s, but the difference between them was that he understood what was happening while the blond didn’t.
Looking at Lussuria who was fast asleep on the couch, Squalo wondered if the older male would wake up if he sensed sex going on around him; Luss had a bigger porn stash than Levi did - the only difference was that his stash was of the gay variety.
Glancing down at Bel’s lap, Squalo felt his own cheeks redden as he made out the small bulge that was trying to stand at attention.
“Squalo…” Bel whimpered again as he shifted his legs, crossing them as if it would stop the odd feeling between them.
He’s just a kid… Squalo knew he shouldn’t be picturing himself doing dirty things to the boy a child his age should have no knowledge of – but at the same time, they were a bunch of teenagers who made a living off killing people; should morals matter here?
Not at all.
“Come up to my room, Belphegor,” Squalo instructed, reaching out to tug the boy off the couch. “I can help with your little… problem.”
Bel pouted as he pressed his hand against his lap, not liking the way he felt as if he were being treated like a little kid.
Squalo could only laugh as he reached out to ruffle blond hair, amused greatly by the Storm’s dislike of treated as the child he was; Bel was one of those kids who demanded being treated like an adult, believing himself to be more mature than the majority of people three times his age.
The blond eventually took the outstretched hand, not liking the way it felt uncomfortable to walk with his shaft feeling so hard. He was almost sure the teenager was laughing at him with the way Squalo had a shit-eating grin on his face, and it frustrated him a little, but he was really too curious as to what was going to happen to let it bother him too much.
I wonder what we’re going to do? Bel thought to himself as he followed Squalo up the stairs and into the personal quarters. Squalo said he was going to take care of it for me, but how? Is he going to touch me like I do to myself? Like how that woman in the video was doing to the pizza delivery man? Will it feel the same if Squalo touches me? Or will it feel different? It felt so good when he touched me before…
“In you go, brat,” the silver-haired male growled as he held his bedroom door open for the boy not even a minute later, ushering the other in impatiently. “Take your clothes off and lay on the bed.”
Bel didn’t need to be told twice; with absolutely no idea as to what he was jumping into, he pulled his clothes off, sprawling out on the black comforter of Squalo’s double bed.
The older male walked over to the boy, reaching out to touch pale skin. Bel’s body was flawless, the scrawny boy’s only blemish the crescent-shaped birthmark on his stomach that told a tragic story.
His skin is so soft… Squalo thought to himself as he ran his hand against a flat stomach. He could feel the boy trembling beneath his touch, and he smirked, knowing how much control he had over the child. I wonder what he uses on it?
“Are you scared, Bel?” the teenager questioned, noticing the way Bel was biting his hand, as if to keep his sounds silent.
Bel shook his head indignantly, but the truth was, he was near terrified; he didn’t know what was happening or what to expect, and part of him felt as if this was wrong of him to be doing – something he hadn’t felt even when murdering his own twin. He felt out of control in this situation, frightened of the fact that for once, he just didn’t know how to handle this.
“So what’s wrong, Bel?” Squalo asked, reaching out to rub the boy’s cheek. He noticed the younger’s arousal wavering, as if whatever was bothering him was enough to kill what had looked to be an extremely hard erection.
“Nothin’.” Bel pouted, moving his hand back down to his side in an attempt to put on a brave face; he hated being read so easily.
Squalo chuckled as he reached out, wrapping his hand around the small erection. He smirked when Bel cried out, the tiny boy’s hips bucking into his touch.
“Do you like that, Bel?” Squalo smirked at the reaction he had elicited from the younger, rather enjoying it; it was a beautiful sound, accompanied by a perfect image to go with it.
Bel just nodded, his breathing becoming harsher. He knew something about this wasn’t right, but how could he care about that when it felt so good? “S-squalo…”
“Hm?” The teenager quickened his pace, squeezing as he brought Bel to an almost-instant screaming climax, spurting out over his chest and Squalo’s hand.
“Squalo…” Bel panted as he tried to come down from his high, knowing it had never felt as good as it had then whenever he touched himself. “Squalo, it…”
The older male examined the sticky liquid that had made exit from Bel, his smirk widening. “It what?”
“…It feels… good…”
“I know it does.” Squalo unzipped his own pants, pushing them down low enough to step out of. His arousal stood proudly against his skinny body, and Bel could only blush at the sight of it, never having thought they could get so big.
Squalo chuckled as he reached out, patting blond hair. “Want to feel something even better?” Bel’s blush darkened as he nodded. “Then you have to lick me, okay? Make me nice and wet so it feels better.”
Bel frowned at these words, not understanding the meaning behind them. “But… Wouldn’t that taste all icky and stuff?”
Caressing a warm cheek, Squalo smiled sincerely. “You’ll just have to find out, won’t you? If you don’t like the taste, you can stop.”
“Okay.” Bel poked his tongue out, moving closer to the teenager’s groin. He hesitated for a second before he licked tentatively at Squalo’s erection, unsure of what to expect.
Squalo laughed as Bel recoiled, the prince crinkling his nose up in distaste. “Don’t like it?”
Bel shook his head, and to Squalo’s surprise, the boy licked his shaft again. He frowned, grabbing blond hair and pulling Bel’s head away from him; if the kid didn’t like it, why wasn’t he stopping? Squalo was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a fucking rapist.
“The fuck?” Squalo sent his junior a disapproving look, his eyes narrowed. “I said you can stop if you didn’t like it.”
Bel sent up a smile that would put a minx to shame. “But itt must feel good for you, Squ-Squ.”
“It does, but this is something you don’t have to do if you don’t want to.” Squalo caressed Bel’s head, knowing the blond needed to understand he didn’t have to do it; surely a bit of gentleness would help the unstable male come to realise this.
“But I want to, shishishi~”
The teenager sighed before he let Bel do as he pleased. He could feel shy licks on his shaft, and he could picture those tiny lips wrapped tightly around his arousal. Shaking his head to clear himself of the images, Squalo knew he couldn’t do that to the boy; Bel was too young and inexperienced to be forced into a filthier version of something he already didn’t like.
Squalo moaned softly as Bel’s tongue caressed him. His hand gripped blond hair, and he had to fight back the urge to force himself into Bel’s cute little ass.
“That’s really good, Bel,” Squalo grunted out, moving his hips forward. “Really, really good. But that’s enough now. Suck on my fingers instead.”
Bel pulled his mouth away in order to look at the teenager. He tilted his head curiously; first, licking… down there, and now fingers? “Why?”
“Because I have to prepare you to make it feel good,” the older male explained.
“Prepare?”
Squalo almost felt guilty at the confusion in the boy’s voice, knowing Bel really didn’t know what they were doing – but then he remembered they were a bunch of murderers, and it gave him the courage he needed to continue; morals shouldn’t matter in this kind of life, and as long as his partner consented, did it really matter how old they were?
“Well, of course.” Squalo snorted at the string of saliva that was dripping down the boy’s cheek. He wiped it clean before he continued. “It will be really painful unless we prepare you for it.”
Bel whimpered as he felt his groin twitch at these words before he shyly admitted, “I-I like pain… It… It makes me hard like this…”
The older male smirked. “Is that so?”
Bel nodded. “Can we… C-can we try it so it… so it hurts…?”
“Only if you suck it up if it’s too much for you.” The silver-haired male reached out to pull Bel onto his lap, grinding his hips against the boy’s.
Bel cried out loudly at this action, his own hips trying to follow suit. “S-squalo…”
Squalo held Bel still as he reached out, gripping his own erection. He placed the head at the boy’s entrance, holding back for just a few seconds in order to tell him what was going to happen.
“I’m going to put myself into your body now, okay?” Squalo asked, smirking at the confused frown he was rewarded with; it gave him a sense of power to dominate the boy like this.
“How?” Bel asked.
“Like this.” Squalo pushed himself forward so that the tip of his head penetrated the tiny opening.
Bel whimpered and tried to push his teammate away, shaking his head. “Squalo, that’s icky! Things aren’t meant to go up there!”
Squalo grabbed the flailing hands, pulling Bel to rest against his front. “It’s okay for us to do this, Bel. It’s not icky; it’s very pleasurable. It will feel really, really good for you. I promise.”
The boy wasn’t so sure about this; he didn’t like the idea of anything touching him in such a gross place. It made him uncomfortable, but he did like the idea of both pleasure and pain.
Biting his lip, Bel asked, “Will you take it out once we’re done?”
Squalo laughed. “Of course, kid.”
Bel nodded, holding himself still as he felt the older male start to slide in to his body again. He liked the pain he was in, having never felt anything like it before; it felt as if he were being torn apart, and his twisted mind loved it.
“S-squalo!” Bel wriggled as his long fingers dug into the male’s shoulders. He grinned, pressing his hips down further to get more of the feeling. “Squalo, it’s really good!”
“I told you.” The teenager smirked as he slid himself in to the hilt. He stayed still for a minute, letting the boy adjust in case he became overwhelmed with pain. “Wait until I find your pleasure spot. You’ll be screaming, then.”
Bel reached down and grasped his tiny shaft, playing with it as he waited for the teenager to start moving; he didn’t think he needed the pleasure – the pain was good enough for him.
“M-move,” Bel soon demanded, unable to wait any longer; he needed more now.
Squalo didn’t hesitate to obey; he started thrusting his hips as hard as he could, drawing blood from the boy’s rear.
Bel just giggled and moaned, pressing down to meet Squalo’s thrusts. He loved the pain that was shooting through his body, the blood he could feel running down and smearing his thighs – most of all, he loved the fact that it was Squalo who was hurting him.
“S-squalo…” Bel moaned again before he giggled, feeling a coil in his stomach snap.
The teenager stopped moving as Bel spurted all over them, having not expected him to come before he found his pleasure spot.
Shrugging, Squalo reached out and pumped Bel back to full hardness before he started moving again, angling his hips in order to find that spot he knew would have the boy in hysterics.
Drool slipped down Bel’s chin as he continuously giggled at the pain. He knew it hurt – it hurt a fucking lot – but that was why it was so good; the pain was pleasure enough for him.
Squalo thrust just a bit more to the right, and then –
“S-squalo!” Bel cried out, never having thought something could feel even better than that pain; but here he was, his toes curling as he scratched again at the older male’s shoulders.
Squalo smirked as he aimed there a few more times before Bel’s walls clenched around him, milking him to release.
Bel cried out, his back arching as he sprayed all over himself once again. He panted and moaned, and when the older male pulled him off the now-soft shaft, he curled up on Squalo’s lap, resting his head against the sweaty chest.
“Was that good, Bel?” Squalo asked, using a corner of the blanket to clean blood, sweat and semen from the boy’s body.
Bel just nodded, closing his eyes; it had been too much for his small body, and he didn’t think he would be able to keep his eyes open if he tried.
“Can we… do it again…?” Bel mumbled as sleep started taking over him.
“Of course.” Squalo leaned down and kissed the sweaty forehead, holding him tighter. “We’ll do it as much as you want, Bel.”
Bel nodded again, lost to oblivion.
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