A New Future

WARNING! This chapter contains rape and a somewhat dark/OOC TYLYamamoto

Drifting in and out of consciousness Squalo got more and more irritated as he couldn’t seem to move his arms and legs, or more he didn’t want to move his legs as a strange burning pain spread from his backside every time he tried to stretch or move his legs.

Also he almost panicked once when he felt himself being lowered into warm water, a feeling of dread spreading as he wondered if it was Lussuria who’d thought him dead and tried to warm up his corpse so he could fuck him later.

But as he growled/groaned a familiar laugh reached his ears, and as he felt fingers probe his sore entrance, making warm water enter him, all memories of that dreaded meeting with the grown Reborn came back and Squalo went impossible stiff trying to snarl at Yamamoto but only succeeded with a hiss.

-Hahaha, calm yourself Squalo. I’m just trying to clean you up a bit, and I need to add some soothing gel to your entrance. You’re pretty sore hm? Yamamoto laughed as he rubbed his fingers in and out the used entrance of the young Shark.

He was just so cute! Yamamoto felt his heart swell as he looked at the fragile looking youth, the Squalo he remembered had seemed so grown and dangerous.

And he was dangerous, when he had a sword, but now when Yamamoto was almost a head taller and much broader than the Shark he got a strange feeling of wanting to molest the silver haired youth.

-Y-you fuckin’ basta-aah! Squalo hissed as the fingers probed deeper, and although he was hurting those damn fingers made his body hot, and it was not from the warm water.

-Shh, relax. I won’t hurt you. You’re so young. It’s weird… I always liked you, but you have always been out of reach. Being older and stronger. And now… I want to hold you. Yamamoto whispered into Squalo’s ear, his fingers searching for that spot in Squalo, wanting to give the Shark pleasure.

-Are you fucking crazy you asshole!? I was just raped for fuck sake! And I am older then you you dorky brat! Squalo suddenly roared, his anger giving him strength to twist away from Yamamoto’s searching fingers.

Sighing Yamamoto shook his head at the flustered Shark and then grabbed the slim flailing arms, roughly pulling the youth up from the tub and throwing him over his shoulders.

Squalo roared and did his best to twist out of Yamamoto’s grip, kicking his legs wildly and beating his fists against the broad back.

What the fuck was wrong with these people?!

He was Superbia Squalo; a mad swords man who’d kill more people then some of this countries worst serial killers! And here he was being manhandled by some pathetic horny brat, and still he couldn’t defend himself against him!

He was still somewhat dizzy and it didn’t help as Yamamoto threw him down onto the soft bed, making his head spin worse and giving the Vongola brat a perfect opportunity to tie his hands together and put them over his head.

-I will have you. And I know I can make you like it. I’ve been waiting so long for a moment like this, and after all the shitty things you’ve done against my family, I won’t feel that bad even if I’m forcing you. Yamamoto hissed as he laid himself on top of the squirming Shark, his cold and hard voice sounding so wrong to Squalo’s ears.

-Y-you’re fucking cowards! You couldn’t handle me as brats and now you can’t handle me as adult, and this is the only fucking way you can fuck me! By using my weaker moments… You disgust me you freak! I may have caused you trouble but at least I never tried to rape you you sick fuck! Squalo spat into Yamamoto’s face, his words and loathing shocking Yamamoto for a moment.

-That…could be true. But…right now…I’m really selfish, and frankly I don’t care. Yamamoto smirked, showing his dark side that he had unwillingly gained from growing up in a mafia family.

This time it was Squalo that was shocked, the mad and evil glint in the once-too-soft teen making him realize that he was dealing with something far more dangerous then the teen Yamamoto.

And then suddenly Yamamoto kissed him, hard.

Squalo reacted quickly and bit down onto Yamamoto’s lower lip, drawing blood and making Yamamoto pull away with a snarl.

They glared at each other for awhile, but then that crazy smirk grew once again on Yamamoto’s face and Squalo tensed.

Yamamoto caressed the hairless and flat stomach of the gorgeous Shark, slowly making his way down to the inviting and limp genitals, the few silver pubis hair tickling his face as he licked at the tip of Squalo’s cock.

-Aah DON’T! Squalo screamed in rage as he fought against his bonds.

-No. Yamamoto smiled sweetly and then grabbed the limp organ in his hand, stroking it to full hardness and then swallowing it to the hilt.

Squalo screamed louder.

In pain, rage or pure pleasure he wasn’t sure himself.

-NononononoNO! F-fuck!

-Mmm, you taste so sweet. I could do this forever.

Squalo gasped and bucked as Yamamoto sucked him restlessly, not even feeling the slick fingers entering him again, the intense pleasure radiating through his body making him forget that this was so wrong.

His hips starting to fuck Yamamoto’s mouth on their own and his body arching as he released his seed deep in Yamamoto’s throat, the Vongola swords man eagerly swallowing and then slowly licking Squalo’s cock clean.

-Mmm lovely. My turn. Yamamoto murmured as he spread the Shark’s legs and unbuttoned his pants.

The pink entrance twitched as Yamamoto stroked his rock hard cock, almost as it was begging him to put his cock in there. Or so he’d like to believe.

Squalo was far too shocked and almost paralyzed after the amazing orgasm and he didn’t say anything or react until half of Yamamoto’s cock was pressing into him.

-OW! N-not again! Squalo almost whined as Yamamoto forced the rest of his cock inside the squirming Shark.

Thankfully Yamamoto wasn’t as big as Reborn, but Squalo was still sore and to his shock the seemingly gentle Yamamoto was actually more violent and rough in his fucking then Reborn had been.

Without pausing or letting Squalo adjust Yamamoto started to thrust hard and fast, his sharp hips slapping against Squalo’s backside so hard he was sure it would leave bruises.

Moaning and grunting like an animal it felt even more dirty then it had felt with Reborn, Yamamoto sure wasn’t shy of letting his horny side show.

Whispering dirty things into the stunned Squalo’s ear he fucked him ruthlessly, the Shark almost passing out as the movements became almost agonizing painful.

And even if Squalo knew real and pure pain and knew how to handle it, he couldn’t help as tears gathered in his eyes as his ass was stabbed with the hard cock.

-Ah so fucking tight! Spread you legs more, let me in deeper. Yamamoto moaned and closed his eyes as he felt his release building up.

Squalo’s cheeks burned from the humiliation and almost disgust as Yamamoto fucked him with abandonees.

Then something feeling like angst and a strange pressure started to build up in his chest, and just as Yamamoto thrust two times more before releasing into him Squalo screamed.

And this time it was a scream of pain, both physical and psychically pain.

Yamamoto started somewhat at the chilling scream, not until now realizing how roughly he had handled the Shark. A painful reminder how dark and hateful he had become, of how selfish and arrogant he had grown.

-Ssh. Squalo, easy no-

-Get the fuck off of me you crazy bastard. You’re sick you hear me? Sick! Squalo hissed as he turned his head away to hide the embarrassing tears in his eyes.

Yamamoto conscience finally reached him and he flinched away from the trembling body on the bed.

Staring at the naked and vulnerable Shark he realised he had just destroyed everything between then.
That small small trust they had for each other was now forever gone.

Squalo would hate him forever, and that was not what he had wanted.

-I… I’m leaving.

He had wanted to say “I’m sorry” or “please forgive me” but it wouldn’t make a difference.

Cutting the bonds from Squalo’s arms he pulled up his pants and then turned to the door, his cold heart turning to stone as he walked out of the room and sat down on the chair outside the room.

Not being able to face the ugly thing he’d become he pushed the guilt and shame away, and if anyone would look into his eyes right now they could have sworn they were looking into the eyes of Xanxus.

TBC