'Get off me!' yelled the scarred Va

'Get off me!' yelled the scarred Varia leader.

Still, Squalo offered no word of explanation. Instead, he threw each hand on either side of his head, guarding it as though it might come off. Then, with a hoarse cry, his body slumped onto the one below him, chest crushing against chest, and hips flanked by the bottom man's legs. His operose breathing blanketed Xanxus' neck. His manhood remained buried within Xanxus' body, pulsating wildly.

'AARGH!'

'Why are you crying out now, eh, scum?' Xanxus shouted back. If anyone's in pain, wouldn't it be my arse?

The hazel-eyed man continued to press his hands fiercely against his throbbing head. The pain, it appeared, had become madness. His unfocused pupils showed an agony that persistently pounded his neurotic system. He stayed like that for a while, but then, gradually, the insensate pounding in his head seemed to abate.

In a less frantic tone, he began to speak, 'I remember … I cut off my left hand in order to defeat the former sword emperor Tyr … I swore my fealty to you … We formed the Varia … You were confined in ice after the Cradle Affair … I lost the duel against the Tenth's Rain Guardian, that cheeky katana brat … I'm in the middle of challenging a hundred swordsmen all over the world…'

Xanxus fell speechless. His fingers reached for the bed sheet and gripped it arduously. Focusing his mind as hard as he could, he dared not to breathe, in case the sound of his respiration disrupted any word that might come out next from Squalo.

Whatever it may be, let it not be a revocation of his previous words.

Xanxus was at the verge of what he had not been doing for decades: begging. The word 'prego' had been lurking at the tip of his tongue and would dash the moment he opened his mouth—he knew that.

'I remember now. I used to be your sword…' Squalo gazed into the man underneath him. It might be the trick of the light but Xanxus' eyes seemed glassier than before. '… and I still am.'

Xanxus wanted to scream and kick and punch—anything, anything at all to break through the onslaught of emotions, but uninvited wrenching sensations were gathering deep in his guts, searingly diffusing through his veins. The non-stop chant of Squalo's name hammered through his being. Nine weeks of loss and grief and confusion, all culminating in this. That very moment, there was no past, no future; just present. Here and now, his Superbia Squalo once more. His partner at work and in bed. Forever and always his.

So elated was the dark-haired leader of the Varia that he could have burst out from pure exultation. Although dignity disallowed him to bring such a thought to realisation, it did not stop Xanxus' clenching jaw from relaxing. A short exhalation burst through the raven's parted lips, initiating the resume of his breathing, and his grips on the bed sheet loosened.

People said that amnesia was curable through a state of shock. Does this mean, Xanxus wondered—hoped—that despite his façade of carefreeness, Squalo was actually quite worried when that bitch nearly finished me off?

The sword emperor eyed his superior from head to toe and a flame in his eyes danced at the sight of the dripping semen on Xanxus' thighs. Now that memories flooded back to him, he appreciated his access into his employer's body even more; before today, he had not considered something like this to be feasible in the slightest.

'But I have no recollection of you making this sort of face.' Sniggering, Squalo moved slowly, creating numerous frictions between his skin and Xanxus'. 'Did you come all the way down to Mexico just to find me…,' he purred, '… boss?'

'I'm on vacation,' Xanxus growled, well aware that the other man's flesh inside him started hardening again.

'So, you've developed a sudden interest in Mesoamerican archaeology and just have to bring my documentation along in your vacation?' The grin on the debonair silver head grew even wider.

Xanxus gritted his teeth. What a feeling it must be for Squalo—his boss was

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'Có được ra!' hét các vết Varia lãnh đạo.Tuy nhiên, Squalo cung cấp không có lời giải thích. Thay vào đó, ông ném tay mỗi hai bên đầu, bảo vệ nó như thể nó có thể đi tắt. Sau đó, với một tiếng kêu hoarse, cơ thể của mình giảm mạnh vào một bên dưới anh ta, ngực nghiền ngực và hông hai bên của người đàn ông dưới chân. Ông thở operose bao phủ Xanxus' cổ. Nhân loại của ông vẫn bị chôn vùi trong cơ thể Xanxus', pulsating wildly.'AARGH!'' Sao mày lại khóc ra bây giờ, eh, scum?' Xanxus hét lên trở lại. Nếu bất cứ ai là đau đớn, nó sẽ không là arse của tôi?Người đàn ông mắt hazel tiếp tục nhấn tay quyết liệt chống lại đầu throbbing. Những đau đớn, nó xuất hiện, đã trở nên điên rồ. Học trò của ông không tập trung cho thấy một đau đớn liên tục tấn công các hệ thống thần kinh của ông. Ông ở lại như vậy trong một thời gian, nhưng sau đó, dần dần, đập insensate trong đầu mình dường như để abate.Trong một giai điệu ít điên cuồng, ông bắt đầu nói, ' tôi nhớ... Tôi cắt tay trái của tôi để đánh bại hoàng đế cũ thanh kiếm Tyr... Tôi đã thề tái của tôi với bạn... Chúng tôi thành lập Varia... Bạn đã bị giam giữ trong băng sau khi vụ Cradle... Tôi mất trận đấu chống lại người giám hộ của phần mười mưa, brat katana táo bạo đó... Tôi đang ở giữa khó khăn một trăm kiếm sĩ khắp nơi trên thế giới...'Xanxus rơi không nói nên lời. Ngón tay của mình đạt cho giường tấm và gripped arduously. Tập trung tâm trí của mình như cứng như ông có thể, ông dám không để hít thở, trong trường hợp âm thanh của hô hấp của ông gián đoạn bất kỳ từ nào có thể đi ra tiếp theo từ Squalo.Whatever it may be, let it not be a revocation of his previous words.Xanxus was at the verge of what he had not been doing for decades: begging. The word 'prego' had been lurking at the tip of his tongue and would dash the moment he opened his mouth—he knew that.'I remember now. I used to be your sword…' Squalo gazed into the man underneath him. It might be the trick of the light but Xanxus' eyes seemed glassier than before. '… and I still am.'Xanxus wanted to scream and kick and punch—anything, anything at all to break through the onslaught of emotions, but uninvited wrenching sensations were gathering deep in his guts, searingly diffusing through his veins. The non-stop chant of Squalo's name hammered through his being. Nine weeks of loss and grief and confusion, all culminating in this. That very moment, there was no past, no future; just present. Here and now, his Superbia Squalo once more. His partner at work and in bed. Forever and always his.So elated was the dark-haired leader of the Varia that he could have burst out from pure exultation. Although dignity disallowed him to bring such a thought to realisation, it did not stop Xanxus' clenching jaw from relaxing. A short exhalation burst through the raven's parted lips, initiating the resume of his breathing, and his grips on the bed sheet loosened.People said that amnesia was curable through a state of shock. Does this mean, Xanxus wondered—hoped—that despite his façade of carefreeness, Squalo was actually quite worried when that bitch nearly finished me off?The sword emperor eyed his superior from head to toe and a flame in his eyes danced at the sight of the dripping semen on Xanxus' thighs. Now that memories flooded back to him, he appreciated his access into his employer's body even more; before today, he had not considered something like this to be feasible in the slightest.'But I have no recollection of you making this sort of face.' Sniggering, Squalo moved slowly, creating numerous frictions between his skin and Xanxus'. 'Did you come all the way down to Mexico just to find me…,' he purred, '… boss?''I'm on vacation,' Xanxus growled, well aware that the other man's flesh inside him started hardening again.'So, you've developed a sudden interest in Mesoamerican archaeology and just have to bring my documentation along in your vacation?' The grin on the debonair silver head grew even wider.Xanxus gritted his teeth. What a feeling it must be for Squalo—his boss was