Okay.

So Hoshi's back.

Bearing even moar XS.

Warnings for course language, sexual themes/masturbation and really badly-written cyber-sex.

Fun times.

Love.

He couldn't really work out why, but for some reason tonight, his room seemed really...big. Like, it was pretty big anyway, but somehow it seemed to have grown. It was so much more spacious. He really didn't understand how or why that could be. Maybe it was just his boredom thinking up random dilemmas for him to stubbornly solve.

Perhaps something had been moved and that had caused the sudden change. Moving furniture could do that to a room, right? Maybe one of the maids had been in and done something. But...none of his furniture had been moved. And the maids had been banned from the wing assigned to Varia in the Vongola mansion unless all of them were out on missions. And since Squalo hadn't left for three days that couldn't have been the case... No, it must be something different...

Squalo blinked, slowly breaking out of his daze to find himself stood in the middle of his room, arms crossed and staring blankly at the windows, darkened with night. Slowly unfolding his arms, Squalo turned, surveying his large room with disinterest.

He was just so...bored. The three days he'd been holed up the Vongola household, he'd had next to nothing to occupy his time with. Having been demanded to stay behind by Xanxus, whilst he was on some particularly important 'business' venture, Squalo was trapped in the mansion just in case Xanxus might happen to be forced to call there with some vital information or in the incredibly unlikely eventuality that he might, and god forbid he did, need some help.

Squalo didn't know why one of the others couldn't have stayed behind and been Xanxus's damn secretary, but somehow he'd been the one landed with the job whilst the other Varia got to go out and actually do some goddamn work.

Boredom kills, Squalo had quickly discovered. By the second day, he'd already begun to day-dream and had twice caught himself stood in a corridor like some kind of mannequin; stock-still and staring at nothing in particular. Now, by the evening of the third day, it was starting to get at him even more. Jeez, he was even imagining rooms getting bigger.

In fact, he was so bored, he'd even resorted (and no-one else would become privy to this fact) to passing the time in one way he'd never thought he'd ever end up doing; he'd taken a bath which he put so many bubbles in they'd begun to topple out over the sides to stick in fluffy clouds to the spotless tiled white floor, and then taken an hour to wash his hair, re-filling the tub with scalding water at regular intervals whenever it began to feel lukewarm.

Squalo then proceeded to take another half an hour to brush out his lovely now-silky soft hair, and then a further half an hour gently drying it. In the end though, he'd messed with it so much the silkiness got the better of him and got so static that it annoyed him enough for him to tie it up in a ponytail.

But, it was still only just 10 o' clock. Squalo looked at his bed, with its pristine sheets made perfectly, and blinked. Normally, sleep would be a welcome cure to boredom. But, having done so little in the last three days, sleep was even harder to come by, even at times he should be asleep. Like 4 in the morning, Squalo thought to himself, rubbing at his eyes agitatedly. He felt kind of cold. He should probably put more clothes on than a baggy t-shirt and a pair of boxers, but he just couldn't be bothered.

For at least the fifth time that night, Squalo turned on his heel and slowly padded over to the laptop on his desk. Even the internet was failing him in his time of need. Nothing he found was holding his interest for longer than 15 minutes and every time he'd opened up the laptop, not a single person had been on-line on messenger.

Opening up the laptop, Squalo, too fidgety to sit down, stayed stood up and leant his elbows on the desk, and rested his chin in his fake hand as the screen flickered into life before him. He scanned his desktop the way he always did, deciding against the icons for the internet and instead making one final attempt for messenger. Double-clicking, Squalo waited for his account to sign in, rolling the fingers of his free hand gently on the wooden desk and breathing out deeply. He didn't really have any hope that there would be anyone to talk to. The other Varia were probably all busy, not to mention some of them were in different time-zones, making it even more unlikely that there'd be anyone there. Not that Squalo would want to talk to most of them anyway, not normally at least. But at this moment in time; he'd talk to anyone.

One person on-line.

Squalo's eyes flickered, surprise and more than a little relief sinking into his stomach. Which only got a little heavy when he noticed whom it was that was on-line. And then twisted up a bit when he wondered why he'd be on-line anyway.

The silver-haired Italian quickly double-clicked, bringing up the conversation window whilst pulling out the chair with his other hand and taking a seat. Typing as quickly as he could, before his single friend could sign out of messenger, Squalo hammered out the brief question before flicking the enter key in quick succession.

sharkie44 says:

you're on-line?

Squalo realised quite what a stupid question it was the moment he hit enter. And when he saw the display say that his friend was replying, he sighed to himself and prepared for the rebuke.

xanxus says:

no, of course I'm not, don't be stupid

sharkie44 says:

i was only asking, i thought you were working

xanxus says:

i don't work every minute of the day you daft fuck

Squalo rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but feel a little happy. Even if he was just getting abused, at least he was talking to someone. Maybe it wasn't the boredom that had been killing him; maybe he'd just been a bit...well...lonely?

Squalo stared at the screen, laughing at himself in his head; lonely? As if he'd be lonely! That was the stupidest thing he'd come up with in these whole three days! He'd been alone for longer than that before, and he'd never once felt a little lonely or homesick! Clearly boredom was making him stupid as well as lethargic.

xanxus says:

change your stupid screename, it's so retarded

The silver-haired Italian's near-smile quickly changed to a disapproving frown.

sharkie44 says:

i like my screename

xanxus says:

it's retarded

sharkie44 says:

it's not retarded, that's what my name means!

sharkie44 says:

and what if my computer got hacked or something and someone was just reading this? 'cos squalo TOTALLY isn't a give-away, is it?

xanxus says:

they'd know whos computer they'd already hacked you fucking moron

xanxus says:

just change your damn name already

Squalo sighed and frowned. Picking up his laptop and unplugging the lead, he walked over to his bed, slumping down with his back to the headboard and the laptop on his bare knee before unwillingly complying to Xanxus's demand.

squalo says:

there, happy now?

xanxus says:

very, thank you darling

squalo says:

stfu, dick

The Italian tried very hard to not let the smile work its way back on to his face. Even through the miles of gloopy sarcasm pasted on Xanxus' last comment, Squalo couldn't help but let those four little words reach into him, making his stomach twitch, just a little, and his face heat up; just a little.

xanxus says:

hey now that's not very nice is it?

squalo says:

don't be annoying

xanxus says:

you're the one that called me a dick, you fag

squalo says:

... did you have a nice day at work?

Squalo leaned back into his pillows and waited for Xanxus' reply. Maybe it wasn't his boredom that made his room seem bigger, and maybe it wasn't really loneliness; maybe, just maybe, it was because Xanxus wasn't there? True, it wasn't like he lived in that room with Squalo, but he sure spent enough of his time in there, and it sure was unusual for that room to hold only one person for three nights in a row. And true, the two had been apart from each other for longer than three days many times, but whenever one was in residence at the Vongola mansion, the other was normally there too...meaning that room didn't see them a lot, but when it did, it really did.

The Italian dropped his head back onto the headboard, and didn't realise what he was doing until he felt the soft cotton of the pillowcase in his fingers. The pillow that Xanxus would always have. Not that it smelt like him anymore, the sheets had long since been changed since the last time they were both in that bed.

Squalo's screen flashed, snapping him out of his calculations.

xanxus says:

what are you, my wife?

squalo says:

practically, you ass, leaving me here to do your fucking secretary work

xanxus says:

leaving you there?

Squalo swallowed. Okay. Maybe he had to admit it. He was a little lonely. Without Xanxus, that was.

squalo says:

yes, leaving me here

squalo says:

and sending all the others out so i'm ON MY OWN

xanxus says:

lol you're such a pussy

squalo says:

shut up, i just don't see why i couldn't have gone with you

squalo says:

i'd be more help than i am back here being 'support' which you won't need anyway

xanxus says:

aww poor baby, you missing me?

The Italian's heart started pounding, resounding heavily in his chest, which all of a sudden felt a little restricted. He sure as hell didn't know why. But really, Squalo didn't know a lot of things. Especially not right then. He didn't know why. The silver-haired man was trying to reply to Xanxus with something scathing that would make him seem much less completely and utterly desperate, but Xanxus got there first.

xanxus says:

you're such a slut

xanxus says:

i only saw you a week ago

xanxus says:

you can't even go a week without being fucked?

Squalo's stomach dropped as he let out a shaky breath, fingers poised hesitantly over the keys. The next word, one little word, two little letters, were slowly entered; and sent.

squalo says:

no

The Italian's hand slowly crept off the keyboard, and without him even thinking about it, pushed up the material of his t-shirt, gently tracing the skin of his stomach before trailing slowly up to find one firm nipple, taking it between his fingers and pinching it harshly. Xanxus liked to run his rough, callused hands over Squalo's chest, to play with his nipples, flicking them and biting and sucking them, to sear angry red marks on to his pale flesh. It was Xanxus's fingers Squalo imagined circling his nipple now, rubbing it and twisting it roughly.

xanxus:

fuck, you're such a whore squalo

xanxus:

are you touching yourself yet?

Squalo typed with one hand, trying to keep the laptop balanced on his knees as he fidgeted under his own touch, already feeling something stirring in his crotch. It didn't take much for Squalo to imagine Xanxus with him now; the sight of the crude language on the screen just reminded the silver-haired man of his boss whispering those words into his ear whilst he did unspeakable acts to his willing body.

squalo says:

yes

There was a long pause before Xanxus finally replied.

xanxus says:

jeez it doesn't take you long does it

xanxus says:

are you pretending its me touching you then?

squalo says:

yes its you

xanxus says:

so that's my hand on your cock then?

xanxus says:

if its my hand…

xanxus says:

what do you think i’d do to you?

Squalo bit his lip and twisted his toes into his sheets, breathing out shakily.

squalo says:

i don’t know

squalo says:

what would you do to me?

xanxus says:

i'd jack you off hard and fast

xanxus says:

or maybe i’d put it in my mouth and use my tongue

xanxus says:

so i can taste you

xanxus says:

want me to put your cock in my mouth?

squalo says:

yes

xanxus says:

you make such a cute face when i suck you off

The silver-haired Italian thought he was probably making a face that wasn’t too far off what Xanxus was talking about right that moment; his lips parted in an involuntary whine, and a soft pink glow emanating from his cheeks.

xanxus says:

maybe i'd do that, then i could use my hand to find that little place that makes you scream

xanxus says:

you know the place i mean, right?

How was it Xanxus was capable of teasing Squalo so easily even through cyber-space? The silver-haired man's breath was leaking out in husky shudders, one hand pressed to the front of his boxers, palming himself slowly as the other hand typed those short replies; having to beg even on-line.

squalo says:

no, where do you mean?

squalo says:

tell me

xanxus says:

you know what i mean

squalo says:

tell me please

xanxus says:

when i put my fingers behind your balls

xanxus says:

and go up

xanxus says:

oh

xanxus says:

so

xanxus says:

slowly

Squalo elicited a small moan, almost feeling those fingers ghost up his hot flesh.

xanxus says:

then we get to the sluttiest part of you

xanxus says:

that cute little hole

xanxus says:

what would i do to you squalo?

squalo says:

fuck me

xanxus says:

oh no i couldn't do that yet

xanxus says:

because you're so fucking tight

xanxus says:

you always try and rip my dick off

xanxus says:

i'd stick my fingers up there first

xanxus says:

finger fuck your tight little hole

xanxus says:

sluts like that, don't they, squalo

squalo says:

yes

squalo says:

i love it when you finger me

The Italian's blood was boiling; pounding in his head like a metronome. Constant, heavy; good. He felt light-headed. Weak. His stomach felt like it was about to cave in on itself, like a black hole; empty and heavy.

xanxus says:

what else do you like squalo?

The Italian paused, before replying. Hands shaking as he slowly typed his reply, the hot pit of his stomach churning as every word he wrote resounded in his very bones; his imagination running wild as every letter came to life in his head. Every breath, every touch, every kiss, every bite.

squalo says:

i love the face you make when you first put it in me

squalo says:

and the way you close your eyes and say my name when i swallow you up

squalo says:

i like it when

squalo says:

you come inside me

There was a long gap before the next reply. Squalo squeezed his knees together in some sort of feeble attempt to stave off the feeling in his crotch, dropping his head forward to press his chin into his chest and raise his shoulders; an all-out defensive against the sensation he so wanted to satisfy.

But then came the reply.

xanxus says:

go on webcam, whore

The silver-haired Italian blinked at the screen, at the latest demand. Finger skimming over the touchpad, the pointer hovered over the webcam button, waiting for Squalo to click it. He frowned, unsure as he looked at the small camera built into the casing directly above the laptop's screen. Squalo had never done anything like this before, with anyone, let alone Xanxus, so for a start he didn't really know what he was supposed to do, let alone how to not make a fool out of himself doing it.

A little reluctantly, Squalo pressed the little symbol for webcam and waited as the conversation window widened to open his video box. Within a moment, he was looking back at himself, face slightly flushed and with his t-shirt hiked up around his chest, the grainy picture tipping about gently as the laptop rocked on his knees.

Not a moment later, Xanxus started his own webcam, which Squalo accepted quickly, eagerly watching the second video box pop up above his own, Xanxus's face soon flickering into vision, lit only by the soft glow of his own laptop and some other weak light behind him in the otherwise dark room, his features painted into a gentle smirk at the sight of a flushed Squalo.

xanxus says:

hello there little slut

xanxus says:

is that bed cold without me there?

squalo says:

yes

xanxus says:

oh so you do miss me then?

squalo says:

yes

xanxus says:

how much do you miss me?

xanxus says:

what do you miss most, whore?

Squalo breathed out slowly and reluctantly took his hand away from his crotch, needing it again to type the reply that couldn’t be simply a single word. The empty expanse inside him seemed to get bigger as he visualised every word he wrote, feeling his face heat up a little more as he hit the send button.

squalo says:

i miss you fucking me

squalo says:

i miss your big cock in me

squalo says:

i need you so bad

The silver-haired Italian whispered Xanxus's name under his breath, his lips parting in a lusty sigh as his hand quickly returned to between his legs, rubbing himself roughly through his boxers, trying to hold off as long as possible.

Squalo noticed Xanxus's eyebrow slowly rise, his mouth curving up in a wicked smirk.

xanxus says:

so you tell me something like that

xanxus says:

and you're not even going to let me watch?

The moan was louder this time, resounding into life as it trickled over Squalo's pouting lips, what was left of his stomach completely dropping out of him, like he'd just jumped off the tower of Pisa, but the floor just wasn't appearing; endless free-fall.

He felt so dirty. So undeniably sexy. He felt like being tied-up and spanked, and to have his hair pulled and filthy whispers echo in his ear. And he never wanted it to end.

Squalo quickly took his laptop off his knee, repositioning it on the bed in front of him, before pulling off his t-shirt and yanking out his hair tie, throwing both items to the floor haphazardly, immediately returning his gaze to the laptop as his silky hair slipped over his shoulders.

The silver-haired man's eyes flickered as he saw Xanxus look down and type before leaning back into his chair whilst yanking his tie looser and pulling open a few buttons on his crumpled white shirt.

xanxus says:

are you hard yet slut?

Squalo begun to shakily reply, resisting the urge to thrust one hand down his boxers and have it all end too quickly.

squalo says:

yes

xanxus says:

show me

xanxus says:

show me your cock, whore

The silver-haired Italian hesitated, feeling more than a little odd at undressing for a laptop, even if Xanxus was on the other end of it, somewhere top secret. But his pounding heart and twisting gut were pretty much overriding any logic he had right then, and Squalo gently raised his hips to pull off his boxers, dropping them off the side of the bed with his foot and slowly spreading his knees to show his lover his rock-hard cock, already leaking pre-cum and aching to be used.

Squalo's breathing hitched when he saw Xanxus's lips part in what could have been a small moan, and his back began to arch when he saw the dark-haired Italian shift about in his seat, his movement implying that he himself had spread his legs wide, which unfortunately Squalo couldn't actually see, hidden just past what the webcam could show him, sat on Xanxus's desk.

Biting his lip gently, Squalo leaned back into the headboard, bringing his knees up close to his chest before reaching down and finally pressing his real hand around his throbbing cock, letting out soft little groans as he dipped a finger into his slit, playing with the pre-cum and coating the tip of his finger in it, dabbing gently so that small trails between his fingers and cock were formed, moving slowly so Xanxus saw exactly what he was doing. His eyes remained locked onto the image of Xanxus the whole time; not once did they flicker or waver. Unfaltering.

Xanxus grabbed at his tie once more, awkwardly, finally pulling it from around his collar and dropping it down on the floor, shifting uncomfortably before leaning forward to type, his eyebrows slowly knitting together.

xanxus says:

you're wet already

xanxus says:

like a fucking girl

Squalo, reading Xanxus's messages with a slightly blank look, heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips, agonisingly slowly brought his wet fingers to his mouth and, returning his gaze to the webcam, looking directly at the dark-haired man, Squalo smiled gently and stuck out the point of his tongue to which he pressed his fingers.

The silver-haired Italian pushed his fingers into his mouth and groaned into them as he watched Xanxus lean back and, leaving one hand on his keyboard, pressed the other down to his crotch.

xanxus says:

fuck, slut

xanxus says:

i'd bang you so hard right now

xanxus says:

right in your slutty little pussy

Squalo pulled his fingers out of his mouth and watched his hand trail back down his body, ghosting over his cock and tracing around his balls. Wrapping his fake hand under his knee, the silver-haired Italian slowly pulled back his thigh so it was pressed flush against his chest, providing him better access to that slutty entrance that he so badly wanted Xanxus to fill.

Returning his gaze to the screen, Squalo saw Xanxus's video suddenly blur, a hand coming up to grab the top panel of his laptop and quickly re-adjust it, pulling and shoving until the dark-haired man was happy with its position. The silver-haired Italian was also very pleased with the new view; Xanxus had thrown his feet up on his desk, either side of his laptop and just past the view of the webcam which had now been angled to show Squalo down to the seat of Xanxus's chair , the dark-haired man's face still just there, right at the top of the picture.

And, now, in perfect view, was Xanxus's cock, standing proudly from the the folds of his unzipped pants, which he was now fisting, slowly but firmly. Squalo moaned out loudly and quickly began to run his fingers around his hole, roughly spreading it wider with two fingers as he watched the dark-haired man's eyes narrow and lips part as he breathed out heavily at the sight of Squalo playing with himself so readily.

xanxus says:

go on then you fucking whore

xanxus says:

you want to finger yourself right?

xanxus says:

well hurry up and fucking do it

Squalo complied willingly, his first finger slowly pressing into his eager entrance, closing his eyes as he let out a breathy moan. It was awkward, trying to do it by himself, he couldn't probe very deep; that he knew from previous experience. But nonetheless, he pushed in a second finger, forcing his hole open wider by scissoring the two, dropping his head back as the familiar dull, uncomfortable sensation spread through his backside.

When the third finger hovered over his entrance, Squalo opened his eyes, feeling awkward and a little embarrassed even through his desperate need to be touched. Re-adjusting his body to try and get an even better access, Squalo looked down at his laptop, searching for the re-assurance he needed. And re-assurance he got; Xanxus had dropped his own head back, looking down at his own screen with slitted eyes and parted lips as he stroked his cock harshly.

Breathing out slowly, Squalo pressed in the tip of his third finger and groaned gently as he stretched apart the tight muscles of his rim, wanting, needing, to reach down with his other hand to take hold of his aching cock, but needing it to hold back his leg so he could actually sort of finger himself.

Squalo dropped his head back and whimpered helplessly; this is why he needed Xanxus. To help him do this. To make him feel like this. Granted, Xanxus was normally a lot rougher with him, and had a tendency to draw blood in one way or another, but oh god what he wouldn't give right then to have Xanxus's fingers ramming into him, stretching him apart, reaching deep enough to make him go weak at the knees and yell out Xanxus's name. The silver-haired Italian thrust his fingers into his needy hole, deep as he could manage, but ultimately, still very shallow. He rocked his hips, digging his fingers in hard and spreading them all apart; anything to make him feel more full, more like it was the wide girth of Xanxus's cock shredding apart his insides.

Lost in his animalistic lust, Squalo almost didn't notice Xanxus reach forward to type sluggishly with one hand. The silver-haired Italian whispered his lover's name under his breath over and over again as his fingers pressed in and out of him, waiting for the latest message to pop up and give him butterflies.

xanxus says:

i got a present for you before i went away

xanxus says:

i was gonna wait until i got back to give it to you

xanxus says:

but nows a good a time as any

xanxus says:

i hid it under your bed

xanxus says:

so i could surprise you

Squalo's mouth dropped open wider than it had been all evening. And not even to let out a moan or cry of ecstacy; purely from shock. Quickly releasing his knee and pulling his fingers from his desperate hole, he rolled onto his knees and leant over the side of the bed, hair swinging over his naked shoulders and into his face, it's length slipping onto the floor as he blinked at the darkness under his bed from upside-down, grasping blindly for something that he didn't know the shape or size of.

Squalo's heart pounded heavily. He knew this 'present' was going to be something awful, terrible, that would make him panic and an acidic nausea thrash about in his sickly stomach, but at the same time he was eager to see what it was. Xanxus actually getting him something in the first place was a miracle in itself.

Brushing the corner of something with his dirty fingertips, Squalo grabbed quickly, fiercely pulling a black cardboard box from under his bed as he sat up again quickly, blood rushing to his light head, sending him dizzy momentarily. Blinking, the silver-haired Italian saw more messages from Xanxus.

xanxus says:

i like that view slut

xanxus says:

you've got such a sweet ass

xanxus says:

makes me want to fuck it even more

Dropping the box onto the bed in front of him, Squalo ripped open the top flap of the box and tore away the pink sugar paper that concealed whatever it was that was buried in their depths.

Xanxus could almost hear Squalo's sharp intake of breath, that shuddery hiss that he let out as his gaze moved from the innards of the box to the image of Xanxus who was sat back in his chair, smirking lustily as his hand slowly moved up and down his cock.

The silver-haired Italian's hand shook as he took the huge black dildo out of the box which he set aside gently. It was heavy in his fingers, as big, if not more so, as Xanxus, but with more weight. Looking down at Xanxus and blinking, Squalo saw the look on his lover's face; that expectancy for him to panic and chicken out, for him to re-iterate his role as the helpless one on bottom that can't do anything for himself.

Well, thought Squalo knitting his eyebrows together in determination, you're going to be disappointed tonight, Xanxus. Wrapping his fingers firmly around the black latex, Squalo brought Xanxus's 'present' to his mouth and reached out his tongue to lick the very tip of the dildo, staring hard at the dark-haired man the whole time, gauging his reaction.

Xanxus's eyes widened briefly as he saw Squalo coat the head of the black monster in saliva, lust painted on his face as plain to see as the leaking erection neglected between his legs. The dark-haired Italian's grip on his own cock tightened, his hand beginning to move faster.

Removing the dildo from his mouth, Squalo proceeded to re-position himself so he was able to push the thing into him. Pulling his thigh back once again, the silver-haired Italian felt the butterflies clamouring against his stomach walls, manically fighting for escape, as he pressed the head of the dildo to his entrance. Setting his mouth in a hard line and frowning, a small moan sounded in Squalo's throat as he began to press it in, unlubed. He preferred the pain. He'd had to learn to like the pain; there was no other way with Xanxus.

So he pushed and pushed, forcing the huge fake cock into his little hole inch by painful inch, not pausing to rest, but merely pushing until the thing was in him as far as it would go, moaning and panting as the scorching pain spread like wildfire through his backside. He knew now; this thing was definitely bigger than Xanxus.

Breathing heavily, Squalo finally dropped his other hand to his cock and took it in his fingers, relief flooding through him as he finally grasped his need in a firm grip, ready to milk himself dry.

xanxus says:

flick the fucking switch slut

The silver-haired Italian's flushed features contorted into a small frown, the hand that was still hovering by his entrance moving again to the end of the dildo, feeling a small switch under his fingers. He swallowed; hard. The thing was already tearing apart his insides, forcing him apart as wide as he would go; the dulling throbbing sensation thoroughly reminding him that a huge black dildo was wedged up his ass as it was. He didn't know whether flicking that switch was a terribly good idea...

But wanting not only to be fucked so hard he didn't walk for a week, but also to please Xanxus and see him cum at the sight of Squalo being filthy dirty and sexy as hell; he did it anyway.

And the yell he emitted as the thing burst into life, vibrating his sensitive insides like some kind of...some kind of...some kind of huge fucking vibrator, was loud enough to wake the entire household, even the ones on the other side of the mansion. The traitorous hand that had flicked the switch shot down to grasp the sheets in it's very real but somehow iron grip.

Looking up with wide, wild eyes, an open panting mouth with spit trailing from its moaning lips, Squalo searched for Xanxus's gaze, which was glued to him, the dark-haired Italian bent over in his chair, pumping at his cock with renewed vigour. He grinned at Squalo as the silver-haired Italian writhed about, crying out to himself as his hand began to work his cock quickly.

Squalo's hips bucked into his hand as the vibrator wriggled about inside him, pressing firmly against his prostate and sending the silver-haired man's heart into overdrive; he could feel his pulse in practically every part of his body. He felt hyper-sensitive; the hot flesh in his hand as his hips fucked his erection into his fake fingers of their own accord, his coarse pubic hair rubbing against the fake wrist that he couldn't feel anymore. His vision was blurring and his ears were dimming; like he was at the end of some phone line that was fading, dying away slowly, but he could still hear his own breathing, his pants and groans of ecstasy almost deafening in his ears.

“X-Xanxus,” Squalo croaked out into the otherwise still air, “you stupid f-fucking bastard...I h-hate your fu-fucking presents ah ah!”

And although he might have said it to the empty room where Xanxus couldn't hear him, he couldn't really deny the incredible sensations that were coursing through his body at that moment. That cock wasn't even fucking him; just a little, well a lot, of vibrating up his savagely stretched hole and he felt ready to explode.

He was shaking, coated in sweat, his face no doubt red as blood, his eyes locked onto Xanxus when he felt that beautiful pressure build in his groin. Squalo threw his head back, thrusting it into the hard headboard, banging his skull and loving the feeling, arched his back high and cried out Xanxus's name, long and hard as he came, spurting strings of sticky hot cum all over his stomach and chest as his hole gorged on the vibrator, squeezing painfully, deliciously tight around the large dildo.

Panting and whining, Squalo reached down shakily and slowly pulled the still vibrating device from him, eliciting a shuddered grunt as the final inch was withdrawn from his loose hole. It felt weird to not have cum squirting out after it, but Squalo was thankful for once that he wouldn't have to have the sheets washed simply for that. Looking down at the dildo in a daze, Squalo switched the thing off, before returning his gaze to Xanxus, dropping the vibrator to the bed as the silver-haired man watched his lover's face open wide in pleasure as he came, his thick cum seeping through his fingers as he groaned out something which Squalo could almost make out as his own name.

The two both waited a moment before they looked at each other, catching their breath in the now calmed, sexless air and allowing their hearts to slow down to a regular rhythm before they somehow tried to end tonight.

Squalo blinked, slumped back into his pillows, trying to keep his eyes open as he watched Xanxus slowly lean forward and begin to type.

xanxus says:

i'm stickying up my keyboard for you

xanxus says:

stupid whore

Xanxus gave a tired smirk, and Squalo couldn't help but smile weakly in return. Stupid whore indeed; stupid for you Xanxus, thought Squalo.

xanxus says:

i have to admit

xanxus says:

you aren't too bad at this, you little slut

xanxus says:

and it seems i made the right choice with your present

Squalo reached forward and pulled his laptop closer to him, pressing down the keys with clumsy fingers.

squalo says:

yeah i guess you did

squalo says:

i might not be walking for a day or two though

xanxus says:

that's alright

xanxus says:

it just means you'll still be in bed waiting for me when i get back

squalo says:

who says i need you anymore?

squalo says:

now i've got your present?

Squalo rubbed at his eyes, desperately trying to stave off the unconsciousness that was threatening to envelope him at any moment; he was totally and utterly spent.

xanxus says:

you still need me

xanxus says:

or can your new best friend kiss you goodnight too?

The silver-haired Italian blushed at the comment, heat returning to his face in an instant at Xanxus's sort of sweet words.

squalo says:

i guess i still kind of need you for that

xanxus says:

damn right you do, you fag

xanxus says:

you look like you're about to faint

xanxus says:

go to sleep

xanxus says:

i'll be back in the next two days

squalo says:

okay then

squalo says:

i guess i'll see you then

squalo says:

goodnight xanxus

Xanxus ended his webcam viewing and Squalo quickly followed suit, waiting for a final goodbye from Xanxus before he closed down his laptop and could fall into a deep sleep.

xanxus says:

oi

xanxus says:

you call that a goodnight?

xanxus says:

where is it?

It took Squalo a moment to figure out what Xanxus could possibly be talking about, but then quickly realised that that was why he had ended his video so suddenly; so Squalo couldn't see his pleased face when he actually said it.

squalo says:

okay, i'm sorry

squalo says:

thank you for my present

squalo says:

i love you

Squalo smiled to himself as he was finally forced to surrender to sleep, pulling his covers up around him by instinct, leaving his laptop switched on, which he would find in the morning, with a flat battery, and knowing his sleeping habits, probably on the floor.

He buried his head into his pillow and could almost imagine it was Xanxus's chest underneath him, and he finally fell into unconsciousness.

xanxus says:

good boy

xanxus says:

you get your kiss when i get home

xanxus says:

but don't wait up for me

xanxus says:

okay?

Because I support Xanxus being nice to Squalo occasionally. And giving him nice presents.

Uhm. Reviews plz?