Sunday, October 28, 2012

A Squalo Superbi Lemon -- With Vengeance

Character: Squalo Superbi

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

OC: Jacqueline, Nickname: Jac, can be really loud

Inspiration: Because for some reason, I actually think Squalo's rather fine~
"VOIIII!  WHERE IS SHE?!" was the first thing out of Squalo Superbi's mouth when the door of the living room slammed open.  For a moment, the long haired shark just stood there broodingly, eyes glaring at the sight he was met with.  But then he was charging across the room and his hands were grabbing the arm of his girlfriend, forcefully dragging her out of her seat.

"Squalo!  What the hell?" she turned toward the explosive man and sent him a glare that nearly rivaled his own.  Beside her, Belphagor snickered quietly and murmured, "Control your boyfriend.  Ushishishi~"  The tone of his voice was enough to make Squalo's sneer deepen.

"VOOOIIIII!  SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU CREEP!" by now, he had Jac on her feet and was literally heaving her out of the room.  He kicked the door open and then suddenly grabbed onto her legs, throwing her over his shoulder and yelling out another, "VOII!" for good measure.

"Squalo!"  she sighed, used to his brash behavior.  She'd actually been wondering when he'd come to find her.  After that little stunt she had pulled, Jac had been counting down the seconds, waiting for him to do exactly what he was doing now.  He was so predictable.

"Ne, Squalo, is this about the present I left for you?" she couldn't help it, not really.  The teasing lilt of her voice wavered through the loud silence and she couldn't stop the snicker from following it.  She heard Squalo growl at the question and then his hand was coming down hard on her rump and she was gasping.  Why did that feel so good?  A blush stained her cheeks and she smirked lightly.

He jostled her and the movement caused her smirk to drop.  She pouted, though he couldn't see, and stared at the skin tight pants that all Varia members seemed to wear.  She never understood why, because they looked so uncomfortable, but she enjoyed them because of that reason.  Plus, they made certain arousals to become painfully obvious.

She sighed and her hands slunk down his back, fingers fiddling with his belt before dipping lower.  Squalo growled again at her touch and jostled her once more, snarling out a, "Stop that," that was very halfhearted.  Jac grinned and ignored him, as she often did.  She stopped only when she felt her lover's hand begin moving.

Oh, Squalo enjoyed revenge.  He liked it almost as much as he liked pinning this outrageous woman to his bed and ravishing her.  He liked it more than he liked defeating other swordsmen.  He liked it because he liked hearing her make those little noises for him, half begging and half not.

So he didn't even hesitate when his fingers slid up her thigh, even though they were in the middle of a public hall and anyone might happen upon them.  Somehow, the danger of being caught made it all the more interesting, though, and that was ultimately what prompted him to drag his touch well past the respectable distance.

She gasped aloud as his fingertips rolled over her clit.  Her hands grabbed his belt and tightened their hold on it, her eyes slipping tightly closed as she felt him rub her.  His knuckle pushed against her opening before darting up to flick at her nub, and she felt wetness pool at her panties from his arousing movements.

He chuckled, eyes darkening as he felt just what he was doing to her.  This revenge was the sweetest kind, he knew.  By the time he was finished with her, she'd be utterly begging for more; on her knees before him and all too happy to provide the satisfaction he'd been wanting ever since seeing her 'present'. 

That damned woman.  All she left for him was a series of pictures she'd taken during the last time they'd been intimate.  It was bad enough seeing her naked and obviously aroused, but seeing himself equally so, taking her so intimately…it had been a sight he'd never seen before and it had made him instantly hard.

His free hand slapped her bottom and he heard her gasp.  A wicked smirk tilted up his mouth.  Without warning, his fingers plundered her, sliding past her wet folds and making her bite her lip to hold in her moan. 

"Nnng!" Ah, damn.  She couldn't hold in that little noise and she'd surely pay for it.  She could practically hear Squalo's thoughts, and they bordered on vengeful and dirty.  She sighed…and then gasped aloud again when his fingers picked up their pace.

"Squalo!  S-stop that!"  But he didn't.  He merely chuckled and pressed a kiss to her bare leg.  His teeth scraped over the sensitive skin and he heard her stifle another of her delicious moans.  Oh yes, before this was over, he'd have her yelling just as loudly as him.

"Oh dear!  Squalo, hunny, what on earth are you doing to Jac?!"  It took Jac all of two seconds to find herself suddenly on the floor, her face taking on an unbearable blush as she looked up at Lussuria's surprised face.  Sweet Jesus, this was going to be embarrassing.  She pulled down her skirt and buried her face in her arms, not even attempting to get up.

"VVOOOIIIII!  WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'M DOING??"  And then Squalo's hands were gripping Lussuria's clothes and pushing the man up against the wall, drawing a fist back and then slamming in into the concrete, where Lussuria's head had been a moment before.

Jac rolled her eyes as she sat up.  There was a time and a place for everything, she knew.  Having Squalo beat up Lussuria when she was so damned aroused was not acceptable.  So, when she marched up to her fuming lover and grabbed him by the furry collar, she decided it was high time to let him in on the other part of her present. 

She smirked and leaned in, completely ignoring Lussuria as she whispered, "Squalo, dear, I have another camera set up in our room.  I intend to break it in as soon as possible."  And then she thumbed the shoulder of her shirt, pushing it aside so that he could just make out a hint of leather.

His eyes immediately darkened.  She felt him slip an arm around her waist, and then suddenly his mouth was crashing onto hers and her world was disintegrating.  Lussuria could only stare at them with a gaping mouth.

"VOI!" he spat angrily, and slid his hands under her thighs to lift her up.  She could feel his erection through the thin, tight pants he wore and it wasn't helping the situation.  With a vivid smirk, Jac's fingers tangled into his long hair and she brought her lips back to his. 

All her emotions were released into the kiss.  All the annoyance, the frustration, the sexual tension; but also all of the admiration she felt for him, all the love and all the want that came from being with him.  And he felt it.  He felt it in the way her lips molded with his, without any inhibitions or fears.  He felt it when her fingertips moved gently over his scalp in that soothing way he just couldn't get enough of, though he often denied it.  He felt it because he also experienced the exact same emotions, felt them swirl deep within him and release into the articulate way their mouths danced together.

He walked blindly but hastily through the corridors, hands slamming into walls in order to keep his precarious balance.  But he didn't care, and couldn't possibly break away from her intense kiss.  It was too precious, too imperfect, and meant solely for him.

When they finally reached his room, things had already gotten more than heated between them.  Squalo's shirt was mysteriously gone, probably lost somewhere in the hallway.  They were both in fairly rough shape, if for a moment, you pretended that 'rough' equated to 'indecent' and 'completely exposed'.  But it was invigorating, pressing against hot skin, and neither Jac nor Squalo would ever get used to it.

The door to Squalo's room slammed shut and suddenly she was shoved against it.  He ground against her core with a powerful lunge and she gasped, head rolling back and hitting the door.  For a moment, she was gone, lost between the blurry lines of her self control and her craving to submit to him.  But fighting Squalo was half the fun of being intimate with him, and so she forced her eyes back open to stare defiantly into his gradient gaze.

His mouth twisted up into a smirk.  He could see her inner struggle and knew exactly what she was thinking, and also of the conclusion she'd come up with.  She had to know what she had just awoken within him.  She had to understand his strong, powerful need to put her back into her place.

She did, more than anyone.  And that was why she turned her head at the last moment and didn't let him kiss her.  She would make him deserve it, and she would have a delicious time doing so.

He growled when his lips met her cheek rather than her mouth.  His fingers tightened around her in an almost painful way, and Squalo couldn't help but feel the crazed annoyance of seeing her like this.  But that annoyance was mingled with satisfaction, with dark pleasure, with the twisted excitement of stripping her down and making her submit to him again.  Because it always seemed to come to this and he never knew himself to mind all that much.

It was a game.  A game of cryptic, coded messages whispered through the darkness and over muffled sheets; secrets breathed against the hard frame of a door, or a wall, or a bedpost; pleas and sacrifices and heady whimpers exchanged with the understanding that those little noises, those imperfect little sounds, were only to be heard in this room and this room only.

His mouth caught her nipple and she vaguely wondered what had happened to her clothes.  Had she been so lost in her private thoughts that she hadn't realized he was stripping her?  But it didn't matter, her subconscious screamed.  Just focus on these emotions, and that tongue running over you, and how amazing this man is making you feel.

Her back arched right off the door and she gasped, loud and hard as his fingers found her core.  It seemed different today, the process of their lovemaking.  It was somehow altered, and she could feel it in her own reactions.  It rather felt as though she wanted to give into him.  She supposed she did, but she usually liked to put up a bit of a fight instead of letting him do whatever he pleased.

But this was artistry and she couldn't deny her desire to see it through.  And besides, she thought in an almost sadistic manner, Squalo seemed to be enjoying himself.  And there was no doubt that he'd enjoy the pictures that the camera was taking of them at this very moment…not that he had any idea. 

A soft moan escaped her as his fingers pushed deeper into her core.  At this rate, she was going to come.  Squalo seemed to know this as well, for his eyes were twinkling dangerously down at her and he was smirking knowingly.  His thumb brushed powerful circles over her nub and her breath caught in her throat as the pleasure intensified.  Her mouth opened in a silent scream and Squalo slammed a kiss onto her lips, running his tongue over hers and making good use of the situation and his fingers hurried onward, stealing over her sensitive skin until at last --

-- everything stopped.  She was thrown into a limbo that made no sense and gave her absolutely no satisfaction.  This was not the pleasant buzz of an orgasm.  No, this was the painful throb of one that had yet to come.

Squalo leaned back to smirk at her, filling her up with that winding fury that seemed to have no bounds.  It wasn't often that she felt such an emotion when she was half naked and caged in her lover's arms.  But then again, it wasn't terribly often that Squalo teased her quite this much.  It was almost as though he wanted her to fight him back instead of give into him. 

And he did.  It was no fun when she just submitted without letting him see her angry side.  He enjoyed the dark, sadistic look that gleamed in her eyes as she teased him; favored the moments when she'd try to make him moan for her; enjoyed those painfully blissful times when she'd catch him off guard and show him exactly what she was capable of.

"You're dead."  The words weren't whispered through the darkness nor were they breathed against a form of wood.  But they were spoken with a determination that made Squalo's blood boil, and not in an angry way.  No, it was her turn to be angry, to be mad with passion and longing, crazed with the desire to have him beneath her and show him the extent of her fury.  And then she could give into him, only after she had gotten back at him for bringing her so close to release and then dropping her before she could feel fulfilled.

Suddenly, she wasn't pinned up against the door anymore.  She threw the rest of her clothes -- the soiled panties and useless shorts -- onto the floor to be forgotten and ignored.  And then her hands were pressing against his chest and she was shoving Squalo backwards, until his knees were hitting the bed and he was falling.

Oh my.  It was already delicious, seeing him on his back with his hair sprawled everywhere and his eyes glinting up at her.  The painfully obvious bulge of his skin tight pants weren't helping the matter, but she had vowed not to give in so quickly.  This would be a moment like none other, not even like the previous ones.  This time, she would make Squalo moan for her.

Oh, he liked to see that determination on her face, even if he knew it wasn't going to get either of them anywhere.  Whatever she was planning, it wouldn't work.  At least not in the way she was probably thinking.  But he couldn't be annoyed at her, or angry or upset, or even impatient that she wasn't touching him already.  That look in her eye spoke volumes and he knew that a lot of teasing was imminent.  He also knew that he was going to enjoy every single second of it.

Her fingers danced over his chest lightly, dipping against the contours of his muscles before diving toward his pants, which were clinging to his hips almost desperately.  He eyed her, wondering what he was planning, but didn't expect her to suddenly draw her hands away.  She crawled atop him and grabbed his wrists, taking his surprise to her advantage as she pulled his hands above her head.  He swallowed thickly as he felt her knee press lightly against his core.

He was so turned on that it was making him ache.  It was her eyes, he decided.  Her eyes were making his body react to her in unsettling ways that he would never grow accustomed to.  And oh, that slight pressure of her leg jutted against his erection was making him strangely delirious.  He wished she would kiss him.

She didn't and this didn't particularly surprise him.  He had awoke a certain hunger within her that he knew couldn't be quenched very easily.  It seared through her every touch and shot electricity down his entire body.  It made blood rush to that one area of his anatomy that he thought couldn't get any harder.

She attacked his jaw with kisses, running her tongue over the underside of it before leaving a trail of affection down his neck.  He was strangely docile to her now, merely content with watching her movements.  His hands were now entangled with hers above his head, and it almost, almost seemed as though he was holding them in ardor. 

It was true, to an extent, but it was also true that he liked to watch her.  He liked to study the way her skin lit up in the dimmed lighting of the room.  He liked drifting his eyes down the length of her body and following her kisses. 

Her tongue darted out and licked his nipple in much the same manner that he had done previously.  It was truly payback, but she would have to try harder than that to make Squalo moan for her. 

Her hands left his to leave a scorching trail down his lean form.  She was surprised when his own hands remained where they were, and couldn't help but shiver slightly as she looked up at him.  There was just something so strange about seeing him laid out like that, in that submissive way.  It made her smirk.

He saw her smirk as a challenge and he raised a brow at her.  She was taking far too long to gain her revenge and he wasn't sure if he could take much more of having her not touch him. 

She smirked wider, as though knowing exactly where his thoughts were.  Her fingers drifted down over his hips to attack the button of his pants, which were jerked down a moment later by impatient hands.  She was hardly surprised to find that he wasn't wearing anything else beneath them.  They had done this wicked act more times than she could remember, after all.  No, she decided, she was more shocked at the size of him, which seemed larger today than on previous ones.

"Hmmm…excited, are we, Squalo dear?" she purred, eyes glinting out dark promises beneath a fringe of darker lashes.  He gave her an equally sinful smile and finally withdrew his hands from this position above his head.  His fingers reached down to curl around her thighs and he gave her an almost arrogant look.  "Just suck it, woman."

She jutted out her lower lip and said, "Don't tell me what to do."  But she obviously fully intended to do exactly that, because a moment later she was shifting further down his form and coming face to face with his member.

His fingers opted to tangle themselves into her hair as he watched her through narrowed, gradient eyes.  She took her sweet time in securing his lips around him, but the effect was eventually the same.  Squalo let out the barest hiss and moved his back slightly, as though he wanted to arch it but didn't want to show her he was enjoying that delicious mouth of hers.

But he was.  Dear God, he was.  She had barely begun and it already felt so good.  Her tongue was running up and down him gently and her lips -- Fuck, she wasn't self conscious about this -- her lips were moving faster and faster and his cock was beginning to throb.

He swallowed thickly, eyes never leaving hers as their gazes remained connected.  He couldn't believe that he was already so close to coming when she had only just started!  Was he really that turned on?  His mind was a puddle of desires and his body even more so, zinging with electrical currents that spread throughout his veins like wildfire. 

His hips bucked upwards, pushing himself farther into her mouth and silently telling her that he was close, so close that if she stopped now then he would surely --

-- Fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck fuck.  "Voi!  What the fuck…is wrong with you…woman?!"

She hummed and he almost died, because the vibrations made his head spin uncontrollably.  She pulled her lips from his thick member and shot him a delicate, playful smirk that screamed out her vengeance and also of her appetite of his own vengeful nature.  Oh, she was asking for it, and she obviously couldn't care less about the consequences.

"Paybacks a bitch, isn't it?" she wondered casually, and sat back on her knees as she looked down at him.  It was a rather glorious sight.  He looked completely sexy, laying like that, so close to release and yet so far.  His lips were bruised and his entire body was flushed, and sweaty, and ready for her.

His reaction to her now was one that didn't surprise her in any way.  He shot out to her like the swordsman he was, his body moving so fluidly that she hardly knew what was happening until she was already on her body.  He growled at her, lips curling up into a sneer, and didn't give her any time to get ready for him before diving into her.

Her back arched immediately and she moaned, unashamedly winding her legs around his waist and pulling him into her.  His hips slammed against hers and pinned her to the bed, relentlessly pounding against her.  His arms were stationed above her head as his hips rocked into hers, his forehead pressed to hers as the only affection he allowed his body to show.

She gasped for him, pressed her mouth to his lips and jaw and chin, moaned out his name in such a submissive, husky way that it made him quake in something akin to reverence.  This was what he loved more than anything else, the plain glorification that schooled them both and made them as one.

"Squalo…Squalo!  Nnng…S-Squa…lo!"  Dear Lord, she was losing it.  She was giving in with every thrust of his amazing body and every swift pass of his mouth as it began searing against hers.  She'd been gone before he'd even found solace inside of her, before she had even tasted his skin, before he had even felt hers.

"Squalo!" Damn it, that was the last straw.  He was gonna come and that was that.  He groaned loudly, and rammed into her faster, bruising her skin but not giving a damn because they were so close that nothing else mattered.  His hands were gripping the headboard tightly and he felt her shiver beneath him.  His eyes jerked down to lock with hers and the look within them -- that affectionate, lovely look -- was what made him burst.

He moaned again, louder now, and buried his head into her neck.  His hips snapped fitfully, skin slapping against hers and bringing her to the very edge of coveted release.  Her name became something of a mantra, and their moans became a chorus that reverberated through the room and maybe even the entire base.

And then he was pulling himself out of her and she was feeling sated and happy as she took him into her arms.  Her fingers passed down his lovely hair and he curled his arms around her, sighing in a soft way that was so uncharacteristic and yet so perfect. 

She wanted to tell him that she loved him, and that she always had.  But such words didn't need to be uttered aloud and she sensed that now wasn't the time to do so.  So she settled for a gentle kiss to his forehead that he would normally never allow her to give and just closed her eyes, drifting into a sleep that was filled with images of Squalo.
Extended Ending

"Shishishi~  What did you do this time, hmm?"

She just smirked and shrugged in what she'd hoped to be an innocent way, but she convinced no one and didn't particularly care.

The door slammed open and her lover's eyes found hers in less than a second.  He was clutching the pictures she had surreptitiously placed by his pillow, his face tinged with the shards of a barely visible blush.

"Ne, Squalo?  Did you like the pictures?  I guess I forgot to tell you that I'd set the camera to take them every few seconds."  And oh, what a fine collection they had.

He was silent for a mere moment before, "VVVOOOOOIIIIIIII!  GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"  Because those skin tight pants hid absolutely nothing and revenge was obviously in order.


  1. Could you please do another Belphegor one? Pretty please~

  2. Ah this is perfect! I just discovered this show and Squalo is my favourite! Can you do another one? Pretty please?

  3. Another Squalo would be very much appreciated. Your work is spot on and he doesn't get alot of love.