Fic One for KHRFest!
Title: This Kiss
Author/Artist: asario
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really, just Squalo’s mouth
Prompt: I-14. Squalo/Dino - unexpected kiss; “Haven’t seen you look this dumbfounded in ages.”
Word count: 1,286 words
Summary: Sometimes, one little kiss can change everything.
The first time they had kissed, they had been young and stupid, with dreams a mile wide. One had dreams of getting out of the life that he had been forced into and the other had dreams of shooting up the ranks and making everyone swallow their insults and doubts. But when they kissed, none of that mattered. All of their dreams, their hopes, and their wishes were lost to hard, biting kisses or, when the mood struck, something softer and slower. They were normal teenagers, leading each other through that winding rollercoaster of puberty with awkward touches and first moments, whispered words from the one who found it easier to say things with words, and the rare soft caress or tight hold from the one that found it easier to speak with actions. Even when it had become easier, when the touches weren’t awkward anymore or the words weren’t spoken with shy, soft whispers, there was always something new and exciting about it all.
But that had been taken when one of them, always rough and hard, but loyal to the point of death, had taken to a young man filled with rage and hate. His mind, his soul, his body were pledged to a man who had not a care in the world for him. And then came the fight where the boy lost his hand, followed by the coup that had changed both of their lives. They stopped the…it wasn’t quite a relationship (couldn’t be, not in their world), and satisfied themselves with work, with scores of women, and with passing glances in a hallway or on the street. One , the one who wanted to get out, thrust himself into the life, becoming one of the most influential mob bosses, became the infamous Bucking Horse and took his family from the gutter. The other, the one that wished to make it up the ranks, had done just that, becoming right hand man of the Varia and one of the most feared swordsmen of all time.
They didn’t really meet up again until the Ring Battles, once on the street when the swordsman had tried to kill the young Vongola heir and his friends, all to steal the rings that would give his boss the power and position that he dreamed of. The meeting had been so brief that it would barely be worth mentioning - if it hadn’t been for how the swordsman had felt when he saw the boy turned mob boss. It surprised him, the jolt of surprise, the undercurrent of lust, the twinge of guilt and regret, and the warm, fluttering feeling in his belly all at once when he had seen him. It made him a little sick, but didn’t let it show as he beat a hasty retreat. It had nothing to do with the fact that the other had become a formidable fighter in his own right (he had heard the stories, had the opportunity to see him once or twice in action, and though he wouldn’t mind going up against the one that they called Bucking Horse, he wasn’t going to take the chance with so much on the line), and everything to do with that slightly sick feeling in his stomach.
And that was that. They didn’t see each other again for nearly three weeks, when the swordsman was pulled from the water, his long white hair covering the multitude of wounds over his body. The boy had watched as they pulled him from the jaw of the shark, blood and bite marks littering over a body that he remembered running his hands over when they were kids. And when he woke up, the swordsman had just snarled, spouted off something about not talking, and then listened as the Bucking Horse filled the room with stories of their childhood.
It wasn’t until long after the battles, when the Varia had lost and the rings were in possession of their rightful owners, when the swordsman that had been injured so badly had been almost fully healed, that they had their first true conversation. It was odd for both of them after years of nothing, but it was easy to fall into a rhythm.
“You’re a fucking pussy, Bucking Horse,” the white haired man snarled as he sat up in the bed he’d been confined (tied) to. The blond looked up with a quirked eyebrow, pausing in peeling of an apple. Then he laughed, shaking his head as he set about his task again.
“It’s Dino, Squalo. And why do you say that?” he replied. Squalo watched him peel the apple flawlessly and he knew that his men stood right outside of the room. That made him scowl even more than he already was.
“Because, Bucking Horse,” he started, deliberately putting emphasis on the nickname the other had been given, “you’re too fucking soft. Who the fuck pulls an enemy from the jaws of fucking death? And then fucking sits with him peeling apples, for fuck’s sake?” Dino noticed with approval that his voice was stronger, though nowhere near the loudness he was known for.
“I wasn’t aware we were enemies.” He barely spared a glance from his task when Squalo snorted, expecting it.
“Were you at the same fucking battles I was? We were trying to kill the fake tenth and his family.”
“But you didn’t.” He didn’t expect a bandaged hand reaching for him, nor did he expect it to fist in his shirt and wrench him onto the bed. The knife and apple fell to the ground with a clatter and a thud as Squalo pulled him close enough that their noses brushed. Though Squalo didn’t seem to notice, Dino couldn’t help but note that they hadn’t been this close since the last time they had made love all those years ago, before Squalo had thrown his life away for a man who didn’t give him a second glance. His eyes couldn’t help but to travel down to Squalo’s lips.
“We would have. I would have. And we would have killed anyone in the way.”
“You wouldn’t have. You wouldn’t have killed me.” As Squalo glared at him, looking like he was about to punch him, Dino gave him a disarming smile, a tender fondness in his eyes. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry, you know.” That seemed to derail anything Squalo was about to say and he sputtered, surprised.
It gave Dino the opening he was waiting for and leaned those scant few inches, capturing Squalo’s lips in a kiss, soft and sweet, mouth slightly open to dart his tongue out to taste the other. Squalo made a sound, took in a breath that reminded him of a man drowning, and Dino nearly pulled back. But then there was the barest touch of Squalo’s tongue against his and Dino smirked, pulling back. Squalo was giving him a wide eyed look and there was a faint flush on his cheeks (though, if asked, he’d deny it of course). It was nearly comical and Dino couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“Haven’t seen you look this dumbfounded in ages,” he said, extracting himself from Squalo’s grip. He stood, placing the apple and knife on the nightstand before he headed to the door. “I’ll be back later when you’ve had some time to think about that.” He was laughing as he left, his step lighter even as Squalo shrieked at him to Get the fuck back here right now, Bucking Horse, and finish what you started. He was still laughing as he brushed his fingers over his still tingling lips. Maybe, just maybe, they would be able to get back what they had lost all those years ago.
Author/Artist: asario
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really, just Squalo’s mouth
Prompt: I-14. Squalo/Dino - unexpected kiss; “Haven’t seen you look this dumbfounded in ages.”
Word count: 1,286 words
Summary: Sometimes, one little kiss can change everything.
The first time they had kissed, they had been young and stupid, with dreams a mile wide. One had dreams of getting out of the life that he had been forced into and the other had dreams of shooting up the ranks and making everyone swallow their insults and doubts. But when they kissed, none of that mattered. All of their dreams, their hopes, and their wishes were lost to hard, biting kisses or, when the mood struck, something softer and slower. They were normal teenagers, leading each other through that winding rollercoaster of puberty with awkward touches and first moments, whispered words from the one who found it easier to say things with words, and the rare soft caress or tight hold from the one that found it easier to speak with actions. Even when it had become easier, when the touches weren’t awkward anymore or the words weren’t spoken with shy, soft whispers, there was always something new and exciting about it all.
But that had been taken when one of them, always rough and hard, but loyal to the point of death, had taken to a young man filled with rage and hate. His mind, his soul, his body were pledged to a man who had not a care in the world for him. And then came the fight where the boy lost his hand, followed by the coup that had changed both of their lives. They stopped the…it wasn’t quite a relationship (couldn’t be, not in their world), and satisfied themselves with work, with scores of women, and with passing glances in a hallway or on the street. One , the one who wanted to get out, thrust himself into the life, becoming one of the most influential mob bosses, became the infamous Bucking Horse and took his family from the gutter. The other, the one that wished to make it up the ranks, had done just that, becoming right hand man of the Varia and one of the most feared swordsmen of all time.
They didn’t really meet up again until the Ring Battles, once on the street when the swordsman had tried to kill the young Vongola heir and his friends, all to steal the rings that would give his boss the power and position that he dreamed of. The meeting had been so brief that it would barely be worth mentioning - if it hadn’t been for how the swordsman had felt when he saw the boy turned mob boss. It surprised him, the jolt of surprise, the undercurrent of lust, the twinge of guilt and regret, and the warm, fluttering feeling in his belly all at once when he had seen him. It made him a little sick, but didn’t let it show as he beat a hasty retreat. It had nothing to do with the fact that the other had become a formidable fighter in his own right (he had heard the stories, had the opportunity to see him once or twice in action, and though he wouldn’t mind going up against the one that they called Bucking Horse, he wasn’t going to take the chance with so much on the line), and everything to do with that slightly sick feeling in his stomach.
And that was that. They didn’t see each other again for nearly three weeks, when the swordsman was pulled from the water, his long white hair covering the multitude of wounds over his body. The boy had watched as they pulled him from the jaw of the shark, blood and bite marks littering over a body that he remembered running his hands over when they were kids. And when he woke up, the swordsman had just snarled, spouted off something about not talking, and then listened as the Bucking Horse filled the room with stories of their childhood.
It wasn’t until long after the battles, when the Varia had lost and the rings were in possession of their rightful owners, when the swordsman that had been injured so badly had been almost fully healed, that they had their first true conversation. It was odd for both of them after years of nothing, but it was easy to fall into a rhythm.
“You’re a fucking pussy, Bucking Horse,” the white haired man snarled as he sat up in the bed he’d been confined (tied) to. The blond looked up with a quirked eyebrow, pausing in peeling of an apple. Then he laughed, shaking his head as he set about his task again.
“It’s Dino, Squalo. And why do you say that?” he replied. Squalo watched him peel the apple flawlessly and he knew that his men stood right outside of the room. That made him scowl even more than he already was.
“Because, Bucking Horse,” he started, deliberately putting emphasis on the nickname the other had been given, “you’re too fucking soft. Who the fuck pulls an enemy from the jaws of fucking death? And then fucking sits with him peeling apples, for fuck’s sake?” Dino noticed with approval that his voice was stronger, though nowhere near the loudness he was known for.
“I wasn’t aware we were enemies.” He barely spared a glance from his task when Squalo snorted, expecting it.
“Were you at the same fucking battles I was? We were trying to kill the fake tenth and his family.”
“But you didn’t.” He didn’t expect a bandaged hand reaching for him, nor did he expect it to fist in his shirt and wrench him onto the bed. The knife and apple fell to the ground with a clatter and a thud as Squalo pulled him close enough that their noses brushed. Though Squalo didn’t seem to notice, Dino couldn’t help but note that they hadn’t been this close since the last time they had made love all those years ago, before Squalo had thrown his life away for a man who didn’t give him a second glance. His eyes couldn’t help but to travel down to Squalo’s lips.
“We would have. I would have. And we would have killed anyone in the way.”
“You wouldn’t have. You wouldn’t have killed me.” As Squalo glared at him, looking like he was about to punch him, Dino gave him a disarming smile, a tender fondness in his eyes. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry, you know.” That seemed to derail anything Squalo was about to say and he sputtered, surprised.
It gave Dino the opening he was waiting for and leaned those scant few inches, capturing Squalo’s lips in a kiss, soft and sweet, mouth slightly open to dart his tongue out to taste the other. Squalo made a sound, took in a breath that reminded him of a man drowning, and Dino nearly pulled back. But then there was the barest touch of Squalo’s tongue against his and Dino smirked, pulling back. Squalo was giving him a wide eyed look and there was a faint flush on his cheeks (though, if asked, he’d deny it of course). It was nearly comical and Dino couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“Haven’t seen you look this dumbfounded in ages,” he said, extracting himself from Squalo’s grip. He stood, placing the apple and knife on the nightstand before he headed to the door. “I’ll be back later when you’ve had some time to think about that.” He was laughing as he left, his step lighter even as Squalo shrieked at him to Get the fuck back here right now, Bucking Horse, and finish what you started. He was still laughing as he brushed his fingers over his still tingling lips. Maybe, just maybe, they would be able to get back what they had lost all those years ago.