Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Fan Fiction ❯ Silence. ❯ One-Shot

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Universe Title : Broken.
Story Title : Love Is…
Chapter Title : Silence (1/1).
Chapter Rating : R15+.
Main Character(s) : Superbi Squalo, Yamamoto Takeshi.
Genre(s) : Angst.
Summary : Thirty different ways to love.
Warning(s) : M/M, Swearing, Violence (Mild).
Word Count : +/- 451.
Author's Note(s) : A series of drabbles and oneshots depicting thirty kinds of love.
Love Is
Silence.



"Why do you let him do this to you?"

Yamamoto is frowning, leaning forward with a little wad of antiseptic-doused cotton in his grasp, poised to tend to that nasty cut a scant millimeter beneath Squalo's left eye.

The wound's bleeding something awful, leaving ugly red trails down his pale cheek - and why the fuck did face wounds always bleed like a bitch anyway? - but Squalo slaps Yamamoto's hand away. "Leave it."

Yamamoto ignores him and presses the cotton against the raw flesh with a tad more force than necessary. "Moron." The Japanese Rain Guardian swabs Squalo's wound, swiftly cleaning it and dyeing the cotton ball red. "Quit being so fucking difficult."

Squalo snorts in contempt, but has the decency to stay still.

Yamamoto discards the now blood-soaked material and reaches for the bandages. His dark eyebrows are furrowed in what appears to be irritation and disapproval. "Still, he's such a cruel bastard. Tsuna would never - "

Squalo abruptly interrupts, grey eyes flashing in anger. "VOOOII!!! This isn't - !" He stops short, the words Xanxus's fault abruptly dying on his tongue.

Yamamoto stares at him with wide eyes, clearly startled by the outburst. He recovers quickly, applying a salve to the bandage before attaching it to Squalo's face. "This isn't...?"

Squalo turns his head to the side - effectively disrupting his companion's motions - and bites down on his lower lip, saying nothing. There's so many things he wants to say, only he can't say it.

Like the fact that the cut beneath his eye - along with the rapidly darkening bruise beneath his jaw, and the reddened welts along his collarbone and his back - aren't Xanxus's fault, but Dino's.

Dino hits him and Squalo lets him, just like he lets Yamamoto and the Varia think it's all Xanxus's doing because doesn't his Boss assault him on a near daily basis anyway?

Because when Squalo closes his eyes, and feels the unforgiving impact of Dino's fist against his jaw, or hears the scathing imprecations which fall from his lips - lips that always kiss Squalo hard enough to bruise - or when he feels the scrape of teeth against the length of his shoulder before Dino bites down on the sensitive flesh just so, and when he feels the Chiavarone Boss thrust inside him, reckless and frenzied and angry, sharp nails cruelly digging into his hips, he can almost pretend it's Xanxus doing it all.

But Squalo keeps looking away, just as he continues to say nothing, because if he really thinks about it - and he often does - this really is Xanxus's fault, sort of.

It doesn't matter, though.

Yamamoto wouldn't believe him, anyway.
~ The End.~