Doubts

Some say that a total change of a special/weird personality is a big sign that something is wrong, and although Xanxus didn’t care to listen to what some say he just couldn’t ignore this.

His most loyal man, his shadow, the teen who had cut off his own hand for him, who let his hair grow to the long, smooth silver hair he had today, and the one that had died for him during the Battle of The Rings, that man was starting to doubt Xanxus.

Xanxus knew it, because the always screaming, fiery, violent, annoying thrash was actually quiet and fucking calm. Standing before him, eyes trained on some invisible point over Xanxus head, calmly leaving a fucking report on some fucking killing he’d done.

It began after Xanxus lost the Battle of The Rings to that little shitty brat.
Squalo supported him after but something was missing, that fucking annoying “VOOOOI” scream and that mad gleam in his gray eyes as he each and every day pledged his loyalty to Xanxus, that raging as Xanxus grabbed his hair and smashed his head against his desk, or threw a glass in the head just to see the long haired man explode.

Now Squalo didn’t say anything, nothing but a painful grunt or an angry flash lighting up his eyes as Xanxus abused him.

Squalo was doubting him.

And Squalo was dangerous, like a fucking guard dog; if the dog starts loosing its respect for the master, the dog will likely attack the master sooner or later.
And Xanxus was not particularly worried that he might loose to the mad swords man, though he would never admit it he was more worried that he might loose Squalo.

His Squalo.

“…and with all the Russian hitmen attacking the small mafia families, I thought it would be smart to request the assistance of Yamamoto. I can’t be at two places at the same time.”

Xanxus mind snapped back to reality as he heard that fucking name.
Yamamoto, a fucking brat, stealing his Squalo?

Xanxus didn’t fucking think so.

-You… You are mine.” Xanxus growled so deep in his chest that the sound reminded closely of a distant thunderstorm.

-Boss?

Squalo did honestly look surprised, and that pleased Xanxus, to be able to take Squalo unawares, to show him that he hadn’t and wouldn’t ever loose his touch.

-You are fucking mine thrash! Xanxus now hissed as he quick as lightning shot out of the chair and grabbed Squalo’s oh so soft hair over the desk, and then slammed his forehead harder then ever against the sharp corner of the desk.

Squalo didn’t get the chance to say anything before sharp pain on his forehead made him see stars and he crumbled to his knees.

He wasn’t completely unconscious, but enough dizzy that Xanxus had the time to lazily stalk around the desk to where Squalo was half sitting on the ground, and he then grabbed Squalo’s hair again. Almost lifting him by it and pushing him on the desk so that his chest and stomach rested on it and the wobbly legs still on the ground.

-B-bossss… W-what… Squalo stuttered, the world spinning before his eyes as he was forced up with Xanxus viciously pulling his hair and blood pouring down his face and into his half closed eyes.

-You are nothing. Nothing, but mine. And I think it’s time I made you mine in everyway possible. Since you look like a fucking girl you might as well become my trashy whore. Xanxus hissed into Squalo’s ear as he leaned he’s weight onto Squalo’s back.

Then without another word he ripped off Squalo’s pants, the lust, anger and fucking insanity granting him more strength then ever, the fire burning in him extending until he could swear he was hotter then the fucking sun.

He popped a few buttons on his own pants and brought out his already rock hard cock, pumping a few times just so he was sure he would really feel it all when he fucked all doubts out of his little thrashling’s head.

With one hand holding the still woozy Sqaulo’s neck, pressing him hard against the desk, and the other grabbing one of his ass cheeks, spreading it somewhat so he could see the dry, pink whole, he brought his cock towards that whole, barely touching, and then he thrust in.

Hard.

Half of his cock went in, and then he had to press even harder, and he could feel Squalo’s virgin passage tear, the blood warming his cock even more and acting as lube the last inches.

Squalo screamed. A blood curling scream. A scream an dying man make, or a parent loosing their child make.

And Xanxus almost came just hearing the wonderful sound.

He set up a harsh pace, aiming for pleasure for himself and pain for Squalo.

There would come plenty of other times when he would give pleasure to them both, but right now he need Squalo to fucking remember who he belonged to.

Who he could never doubt again.

Still thrusting brutally hard, moaning as he could see blood running down Squalo’s trembling thighs, he heard a sound that he never heard coming from Squalo before.

A sob.

A heart wrenching sob (if he’d have a heart), and now that Xanxus looked closer he could see the tears running down that beautiful face.

And he came hard just seeing this, the thrill that he actually made the fucking insane and violent shark cry sending an amazing thrill through his body and he laughed harshly as his seed filled Squalo’s ass.

Slumping against Squalo’s back, kissing his shoulder lightly, smiling as he listens to the whimpers, sobs and feeling that slim but strong body trembling underneath him he felt at peace.

Squalo was his.

1 week later

-VOOOOOOOIII!!! What the fuck do you think you’re DOOIING!?! That’s my fucking phone!! Squalo roared as he struggled to get to his cell phone that Xanxus just crushed with his bare hands, and the fire coming from his hands melting both the pieces of the phone and the card inside it.

-VOOOII!!! Now how am I gonna call that fucking katana brat and tell him that the mission is cancelled?! I only had his fucking number on my phone card!! Squalo still screamed, in that loud, fucking insane voice.

Xanxus loved it.

-Shut up whore. I’ll buy you a fucking new one. And I’ll have Lussuria met the snotty brat, that way the sick fag can fuck him when the Russian mafia have disposed of his cold corpse.

- …if you didn’t want me to have his number on my phone I could have just deleted it! I liked that phone..!

Xanxus almost smiled as he listened to Squalo’s pitiful whine.

Yes, Squalo was only his.

-Thrash. Come here and suck my cock, and I’ll buy you the whole fucking phone store.


~END