Recollections
Title: Recollections
Rating: NC-17/M
Word Count: 2,069
Characters: Dino, Squalo, Bianchi
Pairings: Dino/Bianchi, Squalo/Bianchi, Squalo/Dino
Warnings: Graphic sex scenes, foul language
Bianchi had been drinking at the bar, perusing the crowd at the frightfully dull reception she had been forced to attend (though she was still not officially aligned with the Vongola, her connection to her brother and to Reborn had, even five years after Tsuna had inherited the Vongola, required her to stay close), when the two men arrived. Dino Cavallone - with his tan skin, blindingly brilliant smile, liquid amber eyes, and wonderfully built body that was obvious even with the cut of his expensive Italian suit - and Superbi Squalo - with his pale features, flowing white hair, eyes the color of ice, and the lean build of the most graceful dancer - still turned the heads of everyone in the room, even after all of their time in their world. Equally beautiful in their own rights, together they made a stunning pair, as all the women in the room noticed.
There were whispers, some envious and others scandalized, to see the two powerful and dangerous men walk in together. Their relationship was the most well-known secret in the mafia world, talked about only in the quietest of whispers but never truly acknowledged. As head of the third most influential family and second in command to the Vongola’s independent assassination squad, keeping anything under wraps was difficult and she still wasn’t sure how they had kept it quiet for two of those five years.
“It is difficult to believe,” one woman, the wife of Don Giordano, whispered to her companions next to Bianchi, “that those two men prefer the company of each other to women. And to flaunt it so brazenly…it’s indecent.”
“I know. To think that they were once considered the catch of the day. How many women were they rumored to have slept with before?” another, this time the wife of Don Rossi, asked.
Marco Romano’s wife was the one who answered, “Oh, between the two of them, it was hundreds.”
Signora Giordano snorted, an ugly sound that suited the large woman. “I very much doubt that. It was probably just a cover to hide their…relationship.” All the disgust she could muster was placed in that one word. “Have any of you actually spoken to any of the women they have supposedly been with?”
There was a shaking of heads and Bianchi hid her smirk behind her glass. If any of them had bothered to ask her (which they wouldn’t, as she was no longer in their list of people to socialize with), she could have told them that she had personal knowledge that they had both slept with women as she had taken them both to bed at one point or another. In some ways though, that would have been more scandalous than their current relationship.
As the women’s interest strayed to other, more boring topics, Bianchi’s mind wandered to her affairs with each of the men. She was curious as to how their relationship worked, as they were both very different lovers. Or, at least, they had been with her. That of course, forced her mind back to the first time that she had laid in Dino’s bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was difficult to believe that this man, the one that Reborn had trained and she had believed to be her sworn rival for Reborn’s attentions, was currently the one that was causing her body so much pleasure. Each spot that he touched with gentle, but sure hands, caused her to gasp and arch, moan and writhe. His fingers caressed over her bare breasts, teasing the skin to the point of an almost painful sensitivity. His mouth was just as talented as it followed his fingers - lips brushing over the skin, teeth nipping lightly along the swell of her breasts, his tongue tracing around her nipple - driving her mad. And he hadn’t even really done anything yet.
When that wicked mouth finally wrapped around a nipple, she bit her lip from crying out and her hands went to fist in his hair tightly. She was surprised that he didn’t even make a sound of pain at that, but having fallen down the stairs so many times and being trained by Reborn must have made him almost impervious to the pain.
“Goddamnit Cavallone,” she hissed as his mouth moved to her other nipple, “do something.”
Dino’s chuckle was low and breathless and liquid, sending shivers down her spine. Just when did he get so sexy?
“I am doing something,” he teased, his hand cupping her. As his fingers explored her, she arched and groaned, hips moving in time with his fingers. “And you seem to be enjoying it.”
“Shut up, Bucking Horse,” she grumbled. He chuckled again, wry amusement obvious.
“Of course Poison Scorpion.”
As he continued to tease her to a fever pitch with his hands and mouth (they were everywhere, but it still wasn’t enough), her mind blanked, focused only on the pleasure that he gave her. It was a slow build up, torturous and absolutely wonderful at the same time, and she had no qualms about letting him know. She teased him right back, using the skills she had picked up over the years to make him moan and writhe.
When he finally took her, it was slow and sensual, hard and soft at the same time. It was teasing, but not, taking her right to the edge and throwing her over again and again. By the end, she was exhausted and ready to pass out, and he was positively smug. If she had more energy, she would have smacked the grin off his face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bianchi was torn from her reminisces when someone bumped her elbow, nearly causing her to spill her drink. The scowl on her face was obvious and she was about to give whoever it was a piece of her mind when she heard Squalo’s name. Curious, she kept her anger at bay and eavesdropped on the conversation.
“You know, Squalo isn’t as rough and tumble as he makes himself out to be,” the first woman, the one that had hit Bianchi’s elbow, whispered, smirking a little.
“Oh? And how would you know? From what I hear, he hasn’t taken a woman to bed for a long time,” another one pointed out. The first girl gave what she must have thought was a sensual chuckle, but really, it was annoying.
“Oh, it was about five years ago, but I remember it like yesterday. He was so gentle and caring. He made me feel like I was special.”
Bianchi snorted into her drink at that, ignoring the looks that were being given to her. If you thought that he was gentle and caring, Bianchi thought as she emptied her glass, then you definitely did not sleep with him. She should know as she could still remember the nights, few and far between though they were, that she had spent in Squalo’s bed (and on the balcony of a hotel, the back of his very expensive car, bent over a table in the small apartment she had been renting at the time). She couldn’t help but smirk as a rather fond memory came to mind.
~*~*~*~*~
Bianchi growled as Squalo shoved her violently against a tree in the garden, the hard bark scratching her bare back slightly. Their mouths found each other, the kiss rough and hard, full of tongue and teeth. Squalo didn’t stay there long though, his mouth immediately latching onto her neck. She tossed her head back, exposing more of her throat to him. He took advantage of it, his teeth sinking into her bared throat. Her nails scratched down his cloth covered back as he sucked harshly on the skin there and she knew that there would be a mark later.
Right now though, she didn’t care at all. She could hear the sounds of the party inside the Vongola estate - the giggles of slightly drunk women, the low tones of men talking, and the soft lilt of the music playing - and she couldn’t bring herself to worry about it. All she cared about was the teeth in her neck, the gloved hand that had found its way to the high slit in her dress and traveling up her thigh, the other that had gripped her breast and massaged it roughly.
Her hands found their way to his dress shirt, ripping it open roughly. The buttons flew everywhere, but neither seemed to notice as her long nails ran down his chest and stomach, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Squalo hissed against her neck at that, his teeth sinking in further. She cried out, not concerned about the party that was going on not twenty yards away.
“Fuck Bianchi,” Squalo growled out as one of her hands cupped him through his pants, her palm rubbing her palm against the hardness there. She smirked as his hips moved in time with her hand, enjoying his reaction. Her victory was short lived though as his fingers pushed aside her panties and two fingers, still gloved, forced their way inside of her. Her eyes widened and she let out a choked moan at the odd feeling. As they began to move in her mercilessly, her hips rocked in time. It felt amazing, the rough feel of his gloves pressing against her walls, but it wasn’t enough.
“Just…god. Just do it already! Stop teasing me,” she demanded, her hand threading into the long locks of hair and tugging a bit. Squalo growled in warning and sunk his teeth into her shoulder in warning.
“Don’t order me.” His fingers moved into her harder, deeper, and she groaned loudly. “I’ll fuck you when I damn well please, got it?”
“Maybe I’ll just leave then.” She snapped it out, but there was no venom in her voice. At his smirk, she scowled, annoyed at his brazenness. Then his fingers hooked in her, his palm rubbed hard against her and her eyes rolled into her head at the pleasure.
“I dare you.” She knew in that instant she wouldn’t, but she just couldn’t let him think that she would take such things. She tugged his hair again roughly.
“Then do something and stop fucking around.” He growled.
“Vooooi, stop pulling my fucking hair and I might consider it.”
“Fine.” Her hand moved away from his hair to rest on his shoulder. This time, there was no snappy comeback, no response really except for his fingers leaving her. Suddenly, her panties were gone and she could feel his length pressing against her entrance, causing her to groan. When he took her, it was fast and rough, no loving motions, no whispered words. The only sounds from them were grunts and groans, moans and gasps as he slammed into her time and time again. It was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
This time, her reverie was broken by a voice.
“My, Signorina Bianchi, you seem like you were in another world,” Dino said, smiling at her. For a moment, her mind supplied an image of him over her, eyes closed and his body covered with a sheen sweat.
“Oh, I was. It’s the only way I can keep sane at functions like this,” she answered, giving a wave of her hand. “These people are just so boring.”
Dino laughed and glanced back at the man that stood a foot away from him. “Squalo has the same problem.”
“I don’t blame him.” She looked over at the scowling man and gave him a nod. “Squalo.”
“Poison Scorpion. What the fuck are you doing here with all of these…women?” he asked, his disgust obvious. Bianchi just chuckled.
“Oh, it hasn’t been that bad. It gave me time to reflect on a few things.”
“And just what’s that?” Dino asked.
“How the two of you keep a relationship going when you’re so different in bed. But then I realized that you complement each other. Squalo must make you rather wild in bed, and you must tame the beast in Squalo.” She finished her drink. “Anyway, I need to find Reborn. He’s bound to be bored.” She walked away before either man could say anything to her. Although, what happened next should have been expected.
“VOOOOI!” Squalo shouted behind her. “I’m not fucking tame!”
She just laughed as she heard Dino try to calm down the irate Squalo. Really, some things never changed. And she hoped they never would.
Rating: NC-17/M
Word Count: 2,069
Characters: Dino, Squalo, Bianchi
Pairings: Dino/Bianchi, Squalo/Bianchi, Squalo/Dino
Warnings: Graphic sex scenes, foul language
Bianchi had been drinking at the bar, perusing the crowd at the frightfully dull reception she had been forced to attend (though she was still not officially aligned with the Vongola, her connection to her brother and to Reborn had, even five years after Tsuna had inherited the Vongola, required her to stay close), when the two men arrived. Dino Cavallone - with his tan skin, blindingly brilliant smile, liquid amber eyes, and wonderfully built body that was obvious even with the cut of his expensive Italian suit - and Superbi Squalo - with his pale features, flowing white hair, eyes the color of ice, and the lean build of the most graceful dancer - still turned the heads of everyone in the room, even after all of their time in their world. Equally beautiful in their own rights, together they made a stunning pair, as all the women in the room noticed.
There were whispers, some envious and others scandalized, to see the two powerful and dangerous men walk in together. Their relationship was the most well-known secret in the mafia world, talked about only in the quietest of whispers but never truly acknowledged. As head of the third most influential family and second in command to the Vongola’s independent assassination squad, keeping anything under wraps was difficult and she still wasn’t sure how they had kept it quiet for two of those five years.
“It is difficult to believe,” one woman, the wife of Don Giordano, whispered to her companions next to Bianchi, “that those two men prefer the company of each other to women. And to flaunt it so brazenly…it’s indecent.”
“I know. To think that they were once considered the catch of the day. How many women were they rumored to have slept with before?” another, this time the wife of Don Rossi, asked.
Marco Romano’s wife was the one who answered, “Oh, between the two of them, it was hundreds.”
Signora Giordano snorted, an ugly sound that suited the large woman. “I very much doubt that. It was probably just a cover to hide their…relationship.” All the disgust she could muster was placed in that one word. “Have any of you actually spoken to any of the women they have supposedly been with?”
There was a shaking of heads and Bianchi hid her smirk behind her glass. If any of them had bothered to ask her (which they wouldn’t, as she was no longer in their list of people to socialize with), she could have told them that she had personal knowledge that they had both slept with women as she had taken them both to bed at one point or another. In some ways though, that would have been more scandalous than their current relationship.
As the women’s interest strayed to other, more boring topics, Bianchi’s mind wandered to her affairs with each of the men. She was curious as to how their relationship worked, as they were both very different lovers. Or, at least, they had been with her. That of course, forced her mind back to the first time that she had laid in Dino’s bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was difficult to believe that this man, the one that Reborn had trained and she had believed to be her sworn rival for Reborn’s attentions, was currently the one that was causing her body so much pleasure. Each spot that he touched with gentle, but sure hands, caused her to gasp and arch, moan and writhe. His fingers caressed over her bare breasts, teasing the skin to the point of an almost painful sensitivity. His mouth was just as talented as it followed his fingers - lips brushing over the skin, teeth nipping lightly along the swell of her breasts, his tongue tracing around her nipple - driving her mad. And he hadn’t even really done anything yet.
When that wicked mouth finally wrapped around a nipple, she bit her lip from crying out and her hands went to fist in his hair tightly. She was surprised that he didn’t even make a sound of pain at that, but having fallen down the stairs so many times and being trained by Reborn must have made him almost impervious to the pain.
“Goddamnit Cavallone,” she hissed as his mouth moved to her other nipple, “do something.”
Dino’s chuckle was low and breathless and liquid, sending shivers down her spine. Just when did he get so sexy?
“I am doing something,” he teased, his hand cupping her. As his fingers explored her, she arched and groaned, hips moving in time with his fingers. “And you seem to be enjoying it.”
“Shut up, Bucking Horse,” she grumbled. He chuckled again, wry amusement obvious.
“Of course Poison Scorpion.”
As he continued to tease her to a fever pitch with his hands and mouth (they were everywhere, but it still wasn’t enough), her mind blanked, focused only on the pleasure that he gave her. It was a slow build up, torturous and absolutely wonderful at the same time, and she had no qualms about letting him know. She teased him right back, using the skills she had picked up over the years to make him moan and writhe.
When he finally took her, it was slow and sensual, hard and soft at the same time. It was teasing, but not, taking her right to the edge and throwing her over again and again. By the end, she was exhausted and ready to pass out, and he was positively smug. If she had more energy, she would have smacked the grin off his face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bianchi was torn from her reminisces when someone bumped her elbow, nearly causing her to spill her drink. The scowl on her face was obvious and she was about to give whoever it was a piece of her mind when she heard Squalo’s name. Curious, she kept her anger at bay and eavesdropped on the conversation.
“You know, Squalo isn’t as rough and tumble as he makes himself out to be,” the first woman, the one that had hit Bianchi’s elbow, whispered, smirking a little.
“Oh? And how would you know? From what I hear, he hasn’t taken a woman to bed for a long time,” another one pointed out. The first girl gave what she must have thought was a sensual chuckle, but really, it was annoying.
“Oh, it was about five years ago, but I remember it like yesterday. He was so gentle and caring. He made me feel like I was special.”
Bianchi snorted into her drink at that, ignoring the looks that were being given to her. If you thought that he was gentle and caring, Bianchi thought as she emptied her glass, then you definitely did not sleep with him. She should know as she could still remember the nights, few and far between though they were, that she had spent in Squalo’s bed (and on the balcony of a hotel, the back of his very expensive car, bent over a table in the small apartment she had been renting at the time). She couldn’t help but smirk as a rather fond memory came to mind.
~*~*~*~*~
Bianchi growled as Squalo shoved her violently against a tree in the garden, the hard bark scratching her bare back slightly. Their mouths found each other, the kiss rough and hard, full of tongue and teeth. Squalo didn’t stay there long though, his mouth immediately latching onto her neck. She tossed her head back, exposing more of her throat to him. He took advantage of it, his teeth sinking into her bared throat. Her nails scratched down his cloth covered back as he sucked harshly on the skin there and she knew that there would be a mark later.
Right now though, she didn’t care at all. She could hear the sounds of the party inside the Vongola estate - the giggles of slightly drunk women, the low tones of men talking, and the soft lilt of the music playing - and she couldn’t bring herself to worry about it. All she cared about was the teeth in her neck, the gloved hand that had found its way to the high slit in her dress and traveling up her thigh, the other that had gripped her breast and massaged it roughly.
Her hands found their way to his dress shirt, ripping it open roughly. The buttons flew everywhere, but neither seemed to notice as her long nails ran down his chest and stomach, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Squalo hissed against her neck at that, his teeth sinking in further. She cried out, not concerned about the party that was going on not twenty yards away.
“Fuck Bianchi,” Squalo growled out as one of her hands cupped him through his pants, her palm rubbing her palm against the hardness there. She smirked as his hips moved in time with her hand, enjoying his reaction. Her victory was short lived though as his fingers pushed aside her panties and two fingers, still gloved, forced their way inside of her. Her eyes widened and she let out a choked moan at the odd feeling. As they began to move in her mercilessly, her hips rocked in time. It felt amazing, the rough feel of his gloves pressing against her walls, but it wasn’t enough.
“Just…god. Just do it already! Stop teasing me,” she demanded, her hand threading into the long locks of hair and tugging a bit. Squalo growled in warning and sunk his teeth into her shoulder in warning.
“Don’t order me.” His fingers moved into her harder, deeper, and she groaned loudly. “I’ll fuck you when I damn well please, got it?”
“Maybe I’ll just leave then.” She snapped it out, but there was no venom in her voice. At his smirk, she scowled, annoyed at his brazenness. Then his fingers hooked in her, his palm rubbed hard against her and her eyes rolled into her head at the pleasure.
“I dare you.” She knew in that instant she wouldn’t, but she just couldn’t let him think that she would take such things. She tugged his hair again roughly.
“Then do something and stop fucking around.” He growled.
“Vooooi, stop pulling my fucking hair and I might consider it.”
“Fine.” Her hand moved away from his hair to rest on his shoulder. This time, there was no snappy comeback, no response really except for his fingers leaving her. Suddenly, her panties were gone and she could feel his length pressing against her entrance, causing her to groan. When he took her, it was fast and rough, no loving motions, no whispered words. The only sounds from them were grunts and groans, moans and gasps as he slammed into her time and time again. It was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed.
~*~*~*~*~*~
This time, her reverie was broken by a voice.
“My, Signorina Bianchi, you seem like you were in another world,” Dino said, smiling at her. For a moment, her mind supplied an image of him over her, eyes closed and his body covered with a sheen sweat.
“Oh, I was. It’s the only way I can keep sane at functions like this,” she answered, giving a wave of her hand. “These people are just so boring.”
Dino laughed and glanced back at the man that stood a foot away from him. “Squalo has the same problem.”
“I don’t blame him.” She looked over at the scowling man and gave him a nod. “Squalo.”
“Poison Scorpion. What the fuck are you doing here with all of these…women?” he asked, his disgust obvious. Bianchi just chuckled.
“Oh, it hasn’t been that bad. It gave me time to reflect on a few things.”
“And just what’s that?” Dino asked.
“How the two of you keep a relationship going when you’re so different in bed. But then I realized that you complement each other. Squalo must make you rather wild in bed, and you must tame the beast in Squalo.” She finished her drink. “Anyway, I need to find Reborn. He’s bound to be bored.” She walked away before either man could say anything to her. Although, what happened next should have been expected.
“VOOOOI!” Squalo shouted behind her. “I’m not fucking tame!”
She just laughed as she heard Dino try to calm down the irate Squalo. Really, some things never changed. And she hoped they never would.