Number 2 for 30 Lemons
Title: The Perfect Drug
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth, explicit sexual encounter
Prompt: 009. Sex and Drugs, or, "That's Some Funny Tobacco in that Pipe, Mr. Caterpillar."
Word count: 2,043 words
Summary: Squalo needs a little vacation
Squalo had found it easy to procure the supplies that he wanted when he was in Amsterdam. He planned, since he didn’t have to go back right away after he completed the job that he was sent on, to spend a weekend holed up in the little apartment that was owned, through various shell companies, by the Varia. He loved to come to Amsterdam. Though crowded, it was the perfect place to take a little sabbatical and to indulge in a few of the vices that he normally kept at bay, such as his love for absinthe and the various drugs that he dabbled in. This time, his choice of drug was marijuana, bought in a little coffee shop from a seller that he had dealings with in the past. It was rare that he actually used it (though it was rare for him to use drugs of any kind; he thought he was crazy enough on his own), he wanted something to relax him, something he could be lazy with.
A year or two ago, he would have found a woman or man in a bar to share his indulgence with, someone that he could roll over and fuck without any pretense, but in recent times, his tastes had run to just one man. It was odd, being faithful to someone that he couldn’t even call lover (due mostly to his own pride), but he had no real interest in the random strangers that had once graced his bed. He resolved to spend the weekend alone, with his hand (and maybe a toy or two that he had brought with him), taking the edge that the marijuana gave him off on his own.
So, when Dino had called on the second day of his indulgence, saying that he was in Amsterdam for meetings and he had the day off, he had jumped at the opportunity. He had told him where he was staying and waited impatiently for him to show up. It was a hard to concentrate, horny beyond belief and unable to sate his desire with his hand. He was so jittery, in fact, that he jumped when there was a knock on the door. Not completely stupid, he picked up the gun on the table (normally, he would strap on his sword, but in his current state, he knew that his senses were slightly dulled and he would be unable to react quick enough to use his sword), and walked to the door carefully. He stood to the side, pressed against the wall as his hand went to the knob.
“How is it?” he demanded, a hard edge to his voice.
“It’s me. If you didn’t want me to come, you shouldn’t have invited me over,” Dino’s voice came through the door and he sounded annoyed. Still, Squalo didn’t take any chances as he opened the door, gun pointed outwards. When he saw it was Dino, who looked both exasperated and resigned, he lowered his gun, opening the door enough for him to come in. “Are you expecting someone to come to kill you?”
Squalo snorted as he placed his gun on the table. “I’m Varia. I always expect someone to kill me. You should too.” When he saw that look in Dino’s eyes, still too trusting to be a mob boss, Squalo sighed. “But you don’t, so what the fuck is the point.” He moved closer to Dino, a faint smirk on his lips. He grabbed the lapels of his coat when he was close enough and pulled him closer, purring. “It’s good to see you.” Dino returned the faint smirk, moving in for a kiss. He stopped a quarter inch from Squalo’s lips, his nose wrinkling in distaste.
“You stink.” Squalo’s eyes snapped open, having closed in anticipation of his kiss, and he glared at Dino.
“That’s exactly what someone wants to hear when they’re about to be kissed, you fucking dumbass.”
“No, no, it’s not that. You smell…” Dino trailed off as he moved closer to sniff at Squalo. “It’s familiar. Like…” He sniffed again and sighed. “Are you actually smoking pot?” Squalo just rolled his eyes.
“What the hell did you expect me to do in Amsterdam of all places?” Dino gave him a flat look, eyebrow quirked as he crossed his arms. “I do this once a fucking year. With the shit that I’m put through, I should be able to relax the way I fucking want to.” Dino stared at him for another moment before sighing, his arms dropping down by his sides.
“You’re right. Sorry. I just don’t want you to do something stupid.”
“When have I ever done anything stupid?” Dino opened his mouth and Squalo glared. “Don’t you dare think about fucking answering that.” And Dino’s mouth closed with a snap. Squalo walked back into the living room and sat down, picking up the joint that he had rolled before Dino had showed up. He lit it, inhaling deeply and holding the smoke in for a moment before releasing it in a steady stream. He was surprised when Dino sat next to him, his hand going to thread through his hair at the back of his head. He purred loudly, relaxing easily into the touch (far easier than usual, but that may have been the weed). It was only another moment before Squalo’s head was in Dino’s lap as he stared up at the ceiling and smoked his joint.
“I just don’t get why you need that stuff to relax.”
“I don’t.” Squalo took another hit, enjoying the feeling of laziness and listlessness that filled him. “I just like using it once in a while. I like to indulge, since I don’t get to usually. I always have to be so sharp all the time. It’s nice not being.”
“That’s how addictions form.”
“You’re forgetting that this shit is non-habit forming. Don’t lecture me. I don’t need that shit. I just want to relax.” There was a heavy sigh.
“Fine.” Dino was silent as he ran his fingers through Squalo’s hair. For some reason, that unnerved the swordsman, to the point that he began to fidget. Dino was rarely quiet in his company, usually babbling on about his men or the fake Tenth and his guardians (particularly, the student that Dino had taken on and, if he didn’t know better, he would think that he was fucking him, and not Squalo). It didn’t help that the drug’s effects were making themselves known, as the simple petting to his hair caused his cock to twitch in his pants. He needed something to do, something that would get rid of the annoying silence and take care of his growing problem.
He leaned over and very carefully put out the stick in the ashtray on the coffee table, doing his best not to dislodge Dino’s hand from his hair. Then his head was back in his lap, the purr never stopping as Dino’s hand kept running through the strands. He was distracted by his goal as he enjoyed Dino’s hand, the fingers massaging his scalp every once in a while. But, as much as he almost wanted to doze off under the gentle care (and he would never admit that out loud), he had a mission. So, he turned, his body now facing the back of the couch and Dino.
He felt Dino jump when he moved, his nose nuzzling his crotch slightly. He smirked when he heard Dino’s gasp as he began to mouth his cock through the material, sucking softly. It gave him time to reach over and undo his pants, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room.
“What…” He heard Dino swallow after his voice cracked a little, and he chuckled. “What are you doing?” Though he asked, he lifted his hips when Squalo began to tug down his pants, making it easier.
“Isn’t that obvious?” He licked his lips as Dino’s cock was exposed to the air, already half hard. In private, to himself, he could admit that he loved it, thick and long and perfect for Squalo.
“Okay, yeah, but…why?” There was a small groan as Squalo took his member into his hand and began to stroke it slowly, his tongue darting out to brush against the tip.
“I’m fucking horny, and right now, I just want to suck your cock.” Dino groaned, whether from the words or from the way Squalo squeezed his quickly hardening length, Squalo didn’t know. He didn’t care either as he dragged his tongue over the vein on the underside. Right now, sucking Dino off was the best idea he had ever had, and he was more concerned with doing that right now.
His tongue continued to run over the hardness in his hand, bathing it in his saliva. Dino’s sounds of pleasure spurned him on and he moved into a better position, getting on his knees. He took the tip of the erection in his mouth, his teeth scraping the sides very lightly as he began to suck harshly. Dino’s hips jerked up, burying his cock faster than Squalo had been expecting. He choked, gagging a bit and he pulled back.
“S-sorry.” Squalo rolled his eyes at the apology and sucked hard to show that he didn’t care. Dino must have gotten the hint, because he felt his hands fist in his hair. Squalo relaxed his throat in anticipation and Dino’s hips rocked upward, pushing his cock deeper into the wet suction around it. Squalo heard him groan as he began to fuck Squalo’s mouth slowly. It annoyed him a little how careful Dino was being not to choke him again, but mostly, all he could concentrate on was how Dino’s cock felt in his mouth, his jaw aching from being stretched so widely around the flesh. He felt dizzy from the taste of him, salty but a little sweet (him and his damn sweet tooth) and his tongue passed over the tip to gather the moisture there.
His moan echoed Dino’s and he could tell, from the way Dino’s thigh was tensing in his grip, from the erratic thrusts, that he was close. He scraped his teeth lightly along the side of his cock, not enough to hurt, and his tongue flickered against the skin, teasing it. He barely had any warning before Dino thrust once more, his body tensing as his orgasm washed over him and come filled Squalo’s mouth. He made a noise as he swallowed, part disgust, part arousal. Dino trembled as Squalo milked him dry, swallowing every drop of his come.
Then Squalo was up, scrambling to get his pants open and Dino watched him as he pulled out his cock. A sound like a man drowning filled the room as Squalo’s hand wrapped around his cock and pulled quickly, trying to get off. Then, suddenly, there was a larger hand joining his, calloused from wielding a whip, and it began to stroke, twisting along the length. Squalo could only make choked sounds of pleasure as Dino’s hand moved along his cock, his moans and groans stuttered as he thrust his hips in time with the movements.
He was already so close when Dino had taken over, the drugs and listening to Dino’s pleasure causing his arousal to reach new heights. It only took a few thrusts, a few strokes before he was crying out, his head tossed back as he fucked the tight circle of Dino’s hand. His come spilled onto Dino’s hand and onto the couch under them as he orgasmed, his body a shuddering mess.
He fell limply against Dino panting, unable to move. His entire body felt like jelly, though if it was from the post coital bliss or from the marijuana, he had no idea. The purr he gave was loud when Dino’s clean hand threaded through his hair, the only sound in the quiet room.
And then Squalo broke the silence. “See. Pot isn’t so bad.” Dino’s hand paused and then he laughed, shaking his head.
“I suppose not. But I’ll leave that to you.” When Squalo only nodded, Dino knew that he was going to sleep and he lulled him there with a slow stroking to his hair.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Squalo's mouth, explicit sexual encounter
Prompt: 009. Sex and Drugs, or, "That's Some Funny Tobacco in that Pipe, Mr. Caterpillar."
Word count: 2,043 words
Summary: Squalo needs a little vacation
Squalo had found it easy to procure the supplies that he wanted when he was in Amsterdam. He planned, since he didn’t have to go back right away after he completed the job that he was sent on, to spend a weekend holed up in the little apartment that was owned, through various shell companies, by the Varia. He loved to come to Amsterdam. Though crowded, it was the perfect place to take a little sabbatical and to indulge in a few of the vices that he normally kept at bay, such as his love for absinthe and the various drugs that he dabbled in. This time, his choice of drug was marijuana, bought in a little coffee shop from a seller that he had dealings with in the past. It was rare that he actually used it (though it was rare for him to use drugs of any kind; he thought he was crazy enough on his own), he wanted something to relax him, something he could be lazy with.
A year or two ago, he would have found a woman or man in a bar to share his indulgence with, someone that he could roll over and fuck without any pretense, but in recent times, his tastes had run to just one man. It was odd, being faithful to someone that he couldn’t even call lover (due mostly to his own pride), but he had no real interest in the random strangers that had once graced his bed. He resolved to spend the weekend alone, with his hand (and maybe a toy or two that he had brought with him), taking the edge that the marijuana gave him off on his own.
So, when Dino had called on the second day of his indulgence, saying that he was in Amsterdam for meetings and he had the day off, he had jumped at the opportunity. He had told him where he was staying and waited impatiently for him to show up. It was a hard to concentrate, horny beyond belief and unable to sate his desire with his hand. He was so jittery, in fact, that he jumped when there was a knock on the door. Not completely stupid, he picked up the gun on the table (normally, he would strap on his sword, but in his current state, he knew that his senses were slightly dulled and he would be unable to react quick enough to use his sword), and walked to the door carefully. He stood to the side, pressed against the wall as his hand went to the knob.
“How is it?” he demanded, a hard edge to his voice.
“It’s me. If you didn’t want me to come, you shouldn’t have invited me over,” Dino’s voice came through the door and he sounded annoyed. Still, Squalo didn’t take any chances as he opened the door, gun pointed outwards. When he saw it was Dino, who looked both exasperated and resigned, he lowered his gun, opening the door enough for him to come in. “Are you expecting someone to come to kill you?”
Squalo snorted as he placed his gun on the table. “I’m Varia. I always expect someone to kill me. You should too.” When he saw that look in Dino’s eyes, still too trusting to be a mob boss, Squalo sighed. “But you don’t, so what the fuck is the point.” He moved closer to Dino, a faint smirk on his lips. He grabbed the lapels of his coat when he was close enough and pulled him closer, purring. “It’s good to see you.” Dino returned the faint smirk, moving in for a kiss. He stopped a quarter inch from Squalo’s lips, his nose wrinkling in distaste.
“You stink.” Squalo’s eyes snapped open, having closed in anticipation of his kiss, and he glared at Dino.
“That’s exactly what someone wants to hear when they’re about to be kissed, you fucking dumbass.”
“No, no, it’s not that. You smell…” Dino trailed off as he moved closer to sniff at Squalo. “It’s familiar. Like…” He sniffed again and sighed. “Are you actually smoking pot?” Squalo just rolled his eyes.
“What the hell did you expect me to do in Amsterdam of all places?” Dino gave him a flat look, eyebrow quirked as he crossed his arms. “I do this once a fucking year. With the shit that I’m put through, I should be able to relax the way I fucking want to.” Dino stared at him for another moment before sighing, his arms dropping down by his sides.
“You’re right. Sorry. I just don’t want you to do something stupid.”
“When have I ever done anything stupid?” Dino opened his mouth and Squalo glared. “Don’t you dare think about fucking answering that.” And Dino’s mouth closed with a snap. Squalo walked back into the living room and sat down, picking up the joint that he had rolled before Dino had showed up. He lit it, inhaling deeply and holding the smoke in for a moment before releasing it in a steady stream. He was surprised when Dino sat next to him, his hand going to thread through his hair at the back of his head. He purred loudly, relaxing easily into the touch (far easier than usual, but that may have been the weed). It was only another moment before Squalo’s head was in Dino’s lap as he stared up at the ceiling and smoked his joint.
“I just don’t get why you need that stuff to relax.”
“I don’t.” Squalo took another hit, enjoying the feeling of laziness and listlessness that filled him. “I just like using it once in a while. I like to indulge, since I don’t get to usually. I always have to be so sharp all the time. It’s nice not being.”
“That’s how addictions form.”
“You’re forgetting that this shit is non-habit forming. Don’t lecture me. I don’t need that shit. I just want to relax.” There was a heavy sigh.
“Fine.” Dino was silent as he ran his fingers through Squalo’s hair. For some reason, that unnerved the swordsman, to the point that he began to fidget. Dino was rarely quiet in his company, usually babbling on about his men or the fake Tenth and his guardians (particularly, the student that Dino had taken on and, if he didn’t know better, he would think that he was fucking him, and not Squalo). It didn’t help that the drug’s effects were making themselves known, as the simple petting to his hair caused his cock to twitch in his pants. He needed something to do, something that would get rid of the annoying silence and take care of his growing problem.
He leaned over and very carefully put out the stick in the ashtray on the coffee table, doing his best not to dislodge Dino’s hand from his hair. Then his head was back in his lap, the purr never stopping as Dino’s hand kept running through the strands. He was distracted by his goal as he enjoyed Dino’s hand, the fingers massaging his scalp every once in a while. But, as much as he almost wanted to doze off under the gentle care (and he would never admit that out loud), he had a mission. So, he turned, his body now facing the back of the couch and Dino.
He felt Dino jump when he moved, his nose nuzzling his crotch slightly. He smirked when he heard Dino’s gasp as he began to mouth his cock through the material, sucking softly. It gave him time to reach over and undo his pants, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room.
“What…” He heard Dino swallow after his voice cracked a little, and he chuckled. “What are you doing?” Though he asked, he lifted his hips when Squalo began to tug down his pants, making it easier.
“Isn’t that obvious?” He licked his lips as Dino’s cock was exposed to the air, already half hard. In private, to himself, he could admit that he loved it, thick and long and perfect for Squalo.
“Okay, yeah, but…why?” There was a small groan as Squalo took his member into his hand and began to stroke it slowly, his tongue darting out to brush against the tip.
“I’m fucking horny, and right now, I just want to suck your cock.” Dino groaned, whether from the words or from the way Squalo squeezed his quickly hardening length, Squalo didn’t know. He didn’t care either as he dragged his tongue over the vein on the underside. Right now, sucking Dino off was the best idea he had ever had, and he was more concerned with doing that right now.
His tongue continued to run over the hardness in his hand, bathing it in his saliva. Dino’s sounds of pleasure spurned him on and he moved into a better position, getting on his knees. He took the tip of the erection in his mouth, his teeth scraping the sides very lightly as he began to suck harshly. Dino’s hips jerked up, burying his cock faster than Squalo had been expecting. He choked, gagging a bit and he pulled back.
“S-sorry.” Squalo rolled his eyes at the apology and sucked hard to show that he didn’t care. Dino must have gotten the hint, because he felt his hands fist in his hair. Squalo relaxed his throat in anticipation and Dino’s hips rocked upward, pushing his cock deeper into the wet suction around it. Squalo heard him groan as he began to fuck Squalo’s mouth slowly. It annoyed him a little how careful Dino was being not to choke him again, but mostly, all he could concentrate on was how Dino’s cock felt in his mouth, his jaw aching from being stretched so widely around the flesh. He felt dizzy from the taste of him, salty but a little sweet (him and his damn sweet tooth) and his tongue passed over the tip to gather the moisture there.
His moan echoed Dino’s and he could tell, from the way Dino’s thigh was tensing in his grip, from the erratic thrusts, that he was close. He scraped his teeth lightly along the side of his cock, not enough to hurt, and his tongue flickered against the skin, teasing it. He barely had any warning before Dino thrust once more, his body tensing as his orgasm washed over him and come filled Squalo’s mouth. He made a noise as he swallowed, part disgust, part arousal. Dino trembled as Squalo milked him dry, swallowing every drop of his come.
Then Squalo was up, scrambling to get his pants open and Dino watched him as he pulled out his cock. A sound like a man drowning filled the room as Squalo’s hand wrapped around his cock and pulled quickly, trying to get off. Then, suddenly, there was a larger hand joining his, calloused from wielding a whip, and it began to stroke, twisting along the length. Squalo could only make choked sounds of pleasure as Dino’s hand moved along his cock, his moans and groans stuttered as he thrust his hips in time with the movements.
He was already so close when Dino had taken over, the drugs and listening to Dino’s pleasure causing his arousal to reach new heights. It only took a few thrusts, a few strokes before he was crying out, his head tossed back as he fucked the tight circle of Dino’s hand. His come spilled onto Dino’s hand and onto the couch under them as he orgasmed, his body a shuddering mess.
He fell limply against Dino panting, unable to move. His entire body felt like jelly, though if it was from the post coital bliss or from the marijuana, he had no idea. The purr he gave was loud when Dino’s clean hand threaded through his hair, the only sound in the quiet room.
And then Squalo broke the silence. “See. Pot isn’t so bad.” Dino’s hand paused and then he laughed, shaking his head.
“I suppose not. But I’ll leave that to you.” When Squalo only nodded, Dino knew that he was going to sleep and he lulled him there with a slow stroking to his hair.