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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Katekyou_Hitman_Reborn!
  Relationship:
      Dino/Superbi_Squalo
  Character:
      Superbi_Squalo, Dino_(Reborn)
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Frottage, Hand_Jobs, Awkwardness, Minor_Violence, Sexual
      Experimentation, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Public_Sex, Mutual
      Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-08 Words: 3545
****** Put Up A Fight ******
by FictionallyAttractive
Summary
     As awkward and sexually interested as Dino Cavallone is he can't help
     but give in to Superbi Squalo when he kicks up what he started. It's
     too bad he doesn't know how to finish it.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
     Gold was supposed to be stunning- its gleam never tarnished with the glaze
of sweat mussed over a lacerated face stained by the streak of blood dodged
only by fleeting luck. He wasn't gold- he was gilded, fake, pride eluding him
as legs like jelly left him fumbling for footing worse than ever.
     He wasn't even worth the laugh. Wasn't even worth the step of leather clad
boots stepping aside when Dino was facing the mud, squelching through wet grass
where no one saw him plant his body against the forest floor and Superbi Squalo
turn his back on him with a snort of disgust.
     A mocking sound of laughter that was assured to mean insulting things of
every kind. A taunt that said he was pathetic from that hair caught between
strands of mud making good looks and pudgy cheeks and hallucination behind a
certain playful rage he just couldn't force.
     Not like his sparring partner could when handling his blade- sheathing it
when it was over, and he wouldn't dare waste his time drawing it again even if
Dino spent his time begging on his knees like swine for his challenge.
     He was wiping dirt from his shirt. Smearing chunks of watery slop from his
cheek and jaw that left eternal shame stretched across peach skin while Squalo
didn't even feel like teasing him anymore. No more screaming at him to take
this seriously because there wasn't a shred of this brat that spoke of
seriousness aside from the big talk he gave every time he was looping some poor
loser into a short-lived fight that resulted with Dino Cavallone sucking mud
into his lungs and spitting smiles back out as though it were a defense
mechanism etched into the back of that ditzy brain of his.
     The blond's hand jutted out suddenly then. That smile as gold and
saccharine as imitated sweetness burned into the sight of the opponent refusing
to shake the hand that was presented to him. His honour fading from him as it
just seemed so pointless.
     That fake, joyless smile making him feel more sick than appreciative as
Squalo sucked in a breath and shook his head.
     "What the hell is wrong with you?"
     "Just spar me again- for real." Dino could argue, and he did. He did so
many times, the same every time when his voice got whinier. His eyes poutier
like his puffed out lip when those hands pressed together like he were praying
for the mercy he should have been begging for after every time Squalo would
have him eating the worms in the mud if he wanted to. "You don't have anything
better to do anyway."
     "There has got to be something better than knocking you on your damn face
every two minutes!"
     Sure, he could sleep. He could wander the grounds for hours creeping
behind shadows of authority stalking each and every corner for any signs of
insubordination like bloodthirsty wolves just itching to sink punishment into
mere students.
     If only that put a thrill in Superbi Squalo's mind in the slightest as he
lashed out his weapon again. The edge of a blade sliding through thick air
pumped with misty rain making breath rough on the lungs sucking in a breath on
Dino's agile escape. His legs jumping back on the dime's notice of the air
wooshing out from around him.
     The space between himself and Squalo's advancing swings making the truth
of his partner's skill undeniable, yet he had to get better. He had to fight
without cracking a smile or blaming his ill focused mind on the fact that he
wasn't steady on his feet tripping over unseen wire spread at his ankles where
he felt himself start to fall.
     There were no wires, no thread, no tree branches to accuse- only his
awkward steps that lunged out of the way with one of Squalo's runs- a fierce
shout that left the forest swallowing force fed echoes that sliced the silence
of mere grunts and accepting pain when Dino felt his wrist seemingly crack
under the brutal force of a hilt blindsiding him.
     Avoiding its hit was impossible, but throwing up an arm was stupid. It was
miserable to feel, let alone hear, the deafening blow of his arm that was
knocked away from dodging the sudden attack leaving him winded and fallen
before Squalo could finish his tantrum of screaming out.
     Maybe he was taking rage out on the Cavallone teen, watching him fall to
the grass because it amused him to see him scramble back and maintain no
footing when he was simply kicking out against the air and tumbling over like a
doll at Squalo's feet.
     "Of course- why wouldn't you fight dirty?" Dino spat out, his hurt hand
not able to push himself off the ground like the other when he was dragging
himself off the messy sludge under him whre dug in footing could be seen like
skid marks as Squalo scoffed and jarred him in the ribs with his leg. "I never
trust any of you-"
     "Keep talking!" Squalo had belted out with a downward slam to the other
boy's shoulders where he landed against Dino's gut and let the sword be thrown
aside. "It will make it easier for me to beat the shit out of you-"
     "Not if I start laughing." He edged back, hand lunging for the drawn fist
to hit him that he caught in a struggle of being pinned down either way. "Then
you give up like you always do!"
     "Voi- I hope you like the taste of your own goddamn blood!"
     His nose wound up bleeding, Dino's, the impact of Squalo's fist leaving
him scorched with a wrath that definitely longed to send a hit flying back at
him. But his injured hand felt like static was coursing through it, and the
other was wedged between his sparring partner's hand and the damp earth that
left his jacket destroyed in grossly dark stains of mud sloshing over him as
though the guy were really going to soak him in it for humiliation.
     His ideas of cruelty making Dino wince, growling back in the face of
danger when he smirked down at him and laughed the very second the Cavallone
teen was attempting to thrash a knee up between Squalo's legs.
     "Get off already!" Dino was crying out, angered when he wasn't allowed to
get his body off the dirt. Even worse when he realized the way whose legs were
straddling his stomach and how his own was pressed between them. "Let me up-"
     "Make me."
     But it was like the tension had filtered itself in through the cracks; the
snarling subsided when the position kicked in and it was the words said that
left Dino drawing in a gasping breath. It was...mortified, strange, grotesque
as his leg tried to drop from where it lie thrust up but it was too late to
really go back on the sensation then.
     Despite the thrashing, name calling, hatred that seethed from Superbi's
mouth enraged by every little failure and weakness Dino showed- he loved
watching him squirm and snap with the pressure of being pinned under the mercy.
He could have been spit on, his nose could have been broken over bleeding under
the press of the boy's hand covering the spurt of crimson seeping into skin
that was bruised and forming into a swollen mess fast.
     He loved having him destroy himself in a fight that he couldn't win with
just a whip, or even with just his dignity that was surely lost after every
time he wound up smearing the sweat from his brow because it was too hard to
beat the one who picked on him.
     Yet having Dino Cavallone submissive seemed so amusing enough that he got
a sick laugh out of it before that trembling silence when it was too difficult
to mock him any further. Because what Dino felt was the rising tent under
Squalo's jeans forced against him- riding along the leg he tugged away in a
jarring hold of his breath.
     It was immense, his swallowing awkwardness showing through as a blush
intensifying with his sparring partner's at a loss for words that wouldn't come
out anymore. He was frozen stiff; unsure if speaking was right as Dino lie
there like he were defeated at last at the cost of his breath and dignity held
underneath the body aroused by the stimulation of war and bitter arguments.
     Biting insults much like biting tongues that made it so hard to breathe
anyhow, so why not put mouths to better use?
     Even when it felt utterly wrong and disgusting. When Squalo's mouth felt
rough and foreign enough to make Dino want to regret that very first kiss
thrust against the other's mouth so unforgivably hesitant and cold like the
chill of mud smeared against bare skin. The rutting heat parted between Dino's
thighs never quite enough to forget that he lie in the smack of mess and
grossly wet grass smashed against dirty blond locks laced in Squalo's hands so
tight it hurt.
     It hurt to move when he fought what he started. It was still terrible-
fumbling, saliva spun like a web bridging both sets of lips that felt the gnash
of teeth worse than anything because Squalo had never been kissed, and Dino...
     Well, there were never many words to tell of how little of males he'd been
caught kissing like this. Body forced down, hair pulled, crying out when he
just wanted to say he hated how it felt to have those scrambling hands feeling
up his torso and grappling at his collared shirt like a beast to lift his head
from the ground.
     He wanted to say that it would have been better to feel his own skull
cracked off the solid earth over this- this pained hold that left their mouths
jammed together so heatedly and tangling lips against each other in suckling
breaths- drowning pain and lacerations in the hormonal barrier they never
realized.
     Okay, a bit more realized than stated, but it was teeming with seething
aggression. The chewed back retorts and melodies of wailing anger and thrown
punches that never left Dino anything more than battered and struggling to gain
the upper hand simply by pulling back his arm and landing the worst bruise he
could upon his partner's face so ravaged by hits his nose naturally seemed to
bleed from time to time. His face held to frame purpled skin that Dino dug into
with the force of nails clenching deeper into the cheeks hollowing out to taste
the edge of Dino's lower lip when it was a thriving rush.
     A grunt escaping the silver-haired teen whose mouth collided against the
other's until feeling just what he could expect from the pathetic brat whose
tongue was far more curious than deserved as Squalo had felt it slowly trace
along his lips, that clever beg for acceptance earning him nothing but a sound
of disapproval. A fist knotting tight into his hair just as teeth snapped down
roughly on the velvet, slimy texture of the tongue that he would be damned
before letting wander his mouth.
     He wasn't an amazing kisser himself; he was awkward yet. Learning, but he
what was worse was learning from someone whose tongue was swelling from the
bite as it was, his jaw dropping, hands flying up to grab at the appendage
justly in a yelp of pain.
     "Vut the -ell!"
     It was slurred to hell and back, but clear enough under the muffled clutch
of Dino's hands that Squalo just wanted to knock away.
     "You started it!" How childish it felt to go barking out something like
that, but he didn't hold back regardless. "I hope you choke on your own
tongue."
     Dino recoiled severely by then, squirming out from under his opponent with
those glossy eyes. His sensation of pain muffled by hands grasping for his
shirt in fierce growls. Rough thrashes sending his back against solid surface
like he were meant to be winded and breathless in the heavy impact making Dino
stammer out a panicked noise of distress no one would have heard.
     They were far out- campus allowing them off on their own as long as they
came back in one piece, or just came back.
     No one could possibly give a fuck that he lie stranded with suffering.
Feeling the way Superbi Squalo threatened him with a swung blade, and then-
     Passing his hips over the other suggestively. His breath rugged, mouth
catching upon Dino's again so that he couldn't object. No argument with the
fervor of his knee pushing between his partner's trembling legs.
     Cavallone could barely catch a breath- hands beginning to wrestle Squalo
apart just for the second it took to inhale sweet oxygen deprived from his lips
smashed to the others suddenly when it came and hit them hard that it was this
urge that made them both wish they could be back home and avoid this...blatant
awkwardness.
     That edging dislike for one another fought back by lacking boundaries that
just let Squalo bully him into yet another sloppy kiss taking over Dino's
jumping nerves like electricity sparking his veins painfully on the ride of
friction between his thighs.
     The passion of the fight fading into seething bites between his teeth that
kept his possible enemy, yet acquaintance from forcing his tongue past the lips
that held him back with a tight press until he felt fingers knot at the back of
his head harshly, and tear his neck back with a forceful grunt.
     "Open your mouth, you idiot."
     He didn't feel like he should. Dino was stunned, breathless as his mouth
parted to speak, but was jammed into another kiss that held back his whining.
His only sign of rejection being the push of weak arms trying so pathetically
to wrench out of the hold pinning him to the bark of a tree scratching into his
lower back with the ride of his white shirt.
     But it was all a blur anyhow. Dino was distracted by the motion of tongues
so messily swimming over each other with fascination- that pinch of teeth that
Squalo gave whether by accident of curiosity to his lower lip when exploring
deeper into that desire of how his sparring partner helplessly ground against
his leg and felt so aroused.
     Going redder by the second of pleasure Dino didn't want to deny, yet
didn't want to feel with someone so rough and demanding more of that low
whining he gave when stumbling along the jagged branches holding him in place
even when his legs started to tremble and all that held him up was the grip on
his collar.
     If they were caught, they would be known as deviants for life. The only
two males seen rutting grossly out in the woods because they couldn't contain
their hormones long enough to keep from grinding their hips into each other and
hearing the other groan out so shamelessly that it was more of a surprise that
no one had come looking.
     But it made it easier knowing that Dino only had to worry about that for a
little while. Most of his mind was set on the pleasure, eyes burning under
closed lids when his arousal could feel friction just by grinding against his
partner's thigh, wondering if he could even hold on long enough to feel
something a little more than the stroke of fabric edging him closer to a place
he wasn't sure he wanted to be...with another male.
     He gave soft sounds of pleasure despite it all- the tightening pull to his
abdomen making Dino try and twist away while Squalo fixated him closer,
gripping him tighter until his fingers left prints in his shoulder where nails
skimmed by a white collar.
     Where he was tempted to bite marks into sensitive flesh while all his
helpless partner could think about was getting off to the slow, hypnotic roll
of his body giving him bliss the way Dino's matching pressure made Squalo feel
so unstable on his feet just as well.
     "If you cum in your uniform they will kick your ass." Squalo breathed
heavily upon smacking his lips just off Dino's in that horrendously sloppy
sound that left them both cringing out of regret and the disheveled mess they
looked to be between the frottage and desperate groping of each other's bodies
winding together without any hope of going back to a pissing contest of bitter
words and being at each others throats without kissing them.
     And Dino swallowed. "Y-you're trying to make me do it-!"
     "I like seeing you squirm." He retorted in a growl then, body growing
impatient when Dino tried to bend back from the action. His eyes lit up with
desire yet some kind of fear that had him submissively wondering what he'd
gotten himself into in that second when things were unfastened.
     Clothes were sliding off like nothing other than the sounds of his own
moans filling the through bitten keens and his lip bleeding from harsh bites
keeping in the desire to cry out louder- sharped from the time when skin grazed
skin.
     It wasn't really serious- nothing that had him bending over by hasty hands
that felt rough around his cock that felt the pulsing heat of Squalo's like it
were too close to keep him from breathing harder.
     The thrusts of his partner's hand making him want to double over and cave
in- it was too much at one time for him to breathe properly, heart racing when
his eyes saw the way Squalo didn't do it the way he did when he was alone or
hiding how he stroked himself under the covers and prayed no one in the bunk
heard him getting off slowly and moaning into his wrist.
     Not like now when Squalo had them both in his palm- the upstroke making
them both shiver, but Dino more affected when he pictured anything but the
moment at hand.
It was supposed to be some faceless sweetheart in a pretty skirt- his first
kiss supposed to be some girl he didn't have to know as long as her lips were
soft and flavoured like vanilla through the first time that he was caught by a
crush or just a whim.
     Not Superbi Squalo's hormonal mouth that made him shudder and feel as
though his world were at its end like his orgasm finding its way into tight
coils bending under the silver-haired male's will stronger than that gaze
seducing his partner into shaken moans breaking on the slick sound of his dick
smeared by their cum together.
     And it wasn't like Squalo pictured this either; he didn't care about Dino
being male or that it was a guy pulling the stress right out of his body so
entangled with pleasure it made the ache start to fade away into ecstasy from
every curving stroke of bare skin squelching when his cum-soaked fingers dipped
into the slit of Dino's cock to watch him break and cry out so feebly.
     The volume pitching strangely as though he tried to shut it out harshly-
shuddering voice cracking as his hand flew to cover his swollen lips that still
bled faintly as Squalo watched and found himself forcing his palm down faster
over his shaft like there was nothing to lose.
     He didn't give a fuck getting off to a guy, his pretty face when he was on
cloud nine from that ephemeral release making him feel hot- hand moving
perfectly over his skin until all he felt was pleasure streaking down the veins
of his cock, head tilting to the side as the sounds he heard were lewd, filling
his senses like how he could feel Dino's unfocused eyes watching him finish
himself off in a heated cry when his hand let the ooze of his cum fill his palm
and leak over his fingers to show.
     But he was too dazed to pay any mind to the mess. His body leaning against
a tree opposite of his partner while watching those deep brown eyes take shape
again through a fearful stare- blinking when he was caught with his pants
literally down and a mess of stains catching on skin and clothes that had Dino
still shaking he was so...enticed.
     "You better not fucking tell anyone." Squalo threatened with an edge of
anger to his tone that nodded toward Dino fumbling just to get himself
straightened out and cleaned up like an awkward virgin. You know, since he was
one.
     But he just stood there dumbfounded, swallowing his pride with a rapid nod
to Squalo's threat that had him holding back words Squalo wished he would have
just spat out.
     Was it good or bad? Awkward? Yes. But it made Squalo hinge on ill
confidence, his legs starting to stagger off when he grabbed his sword and had
Dino left behind since he was too strange to follow back after all that
otherwise he felt like people would stare.
     People might assume things, even when no one ever would have before.
     "I won't."
End Notes
     Just a fun little drabble dedicated to a friend of mine. Not sorry
     for the awkward smut; I never am. <3
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