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Oct. 10th, 2008 03:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThe first thing you learned before you joined the Varia was that black hid bloodstains really well. Blood never really washed out of white, no matter how much bleach you used, all you would do was eat away at the fabric until it gave way. Blood could stain the lighter colors easily, and even the darker ones, but black? It didn't show up on black.
The second thing you learned before you joined the Varia was that leather, while a bitch to move in, was actually pretty useful in a fight.
"Fuck." Squalo strained against the leather straps tying him down. They were the remnants of his leather pants, now just a tattered waistband and the means to his immobility. One arm was useless, his prosthetic removed and the arm bound behind his back. Squalo's other hand was beginning to lose feeling, the strips of leather tying him to an exposed pole tight enough to restrict bloodflow.
"Shut up trash." Xanxus placed a boot on Squalo's back, pressing Squalo further into the dirt. Xanxus waited until Squalo's breath wheezed from the pressure and his ribs creaked before stepping back and kicking Squalo's legs apart. Xanxus' belt buckle jingled, and he pulled his belt completely out and snapped it like a whip.
"Taking notes from Calvallone now?" Squalo spat on the ground, and shouted when the belt cracked across his ass. "OOOOOOOOOI!"
Xanxus took the opportunity to stuff the belt into Squalo's mouth. Squalo bit down and glared over his shoulder. "I told you to shut up." Xanxus snapped, his pants dropping to pool around his knees as he kneeled between Squalo's spread legs. Xanxus gripped Squalo's hips and pulled him up to a better angle, Squalo's arm pulled ineffectively at the leather binding it to the pole, twisting so it was at a better angle to hold Squalo up. Xanxus pried Squalo's ass cheeks apart and thrust in, not bothering with lube or stretching or any of that shit, just dry rough fucking.
Squalo bit down on Xanxus' belt to stifle another shout.
The second thing you learned before you joined the Varia was that leather, while a bitch to move in, was actually pretty useful in a fight.
"Fuck." Squalo strained against the leather straps tying him down. They were the remnants of his leather pants, now just a tattered waistband and the means to his immobility. One arm was useless, his prosthetic removed and the arm bound behind his back. Squalo's other hand was beginning to lose feeling, the strips of leather tying him to an exposed pole tight enough to restrict bloodflow.
"Shut up trash." Xanxus placed a boot on Squalo's back, pressing Squalo further into the dirt. Xanxus waited until Squalo's breath wheezed from the pressure and his ribs creaked before stepping back and kicking Squalo's legs apart. Xanxus' belt buckle jingled, and he pulled his belt completely out and snapped it like a whip.
"Taking notes from Calvallone now?" Squalo spat on the ground, and shouted when the belt cracked across his ass. "OOOOOOOOOI!"
Xanxus took the opportunity to stuff the belt into Squalo's mouth. Squalo bit down and glared over his shoulder. "I told you to shut up." Xanxus snapped, his pants dropping to pool around his knees as he kneeled between Squalo's spread legs. Xanxus gripped Squalo's hips and pulled him up to a better angle, Squalo's arm pulled ineffectively at the leather binding it to the pole, twisting so it was at a better angle to hold Squalo up. Xanxus pried Squalo's ass cheeks apart and thrust in, not bothering with lube or stretching or any of that shit, just dry rough fucking.
Squalo bit down on Xanxus' belt to stifle another shout.
