man to relax is never an easy prospect even at the best of times. Squalo is
sure it would be completely impossible without the assistance of the flames
glowing pale around his hand, and even then the first fifteen minutes of
massaging the tension out of scarred shoulders felt more like a fight than a
comfort. But Xanxus stopped actively resisting after that, and if the cursing
held steady it’s hardly anything Squalo’s not experienced before. He let Xanxus
keep talking rather than trying to fight the losing battle of persuading him to
silence, growled insults right back at him as he pressed his weight against the
knots twisted into the other man’s back, and sometime between the latest
“Stupid shark” and the current moment the silence became comfortable, lost its
edge as thoroughly as Xanxus’s back has lost its tension.
doesn’t comment on this. He keeps his mouth shut, lets the quiet spread out to
create a rare moment of peace, and if he eases the pressure of his hand he lets
the blue glow enveloping his fingers go brighter, the effect of his Rain flames
seeping deeper into Xanxus’s body now that the other is too relaxed to resist
their effect. Xanxus goes heavy against the mattress, even the almost-fists of
his hands easing into calm, and Squalo is left to spread his fingers wide, to
turn the force of his hand into a glide instead, until he’s trailing over the
outlines of dark-burned scars instead of digging in against cramping muscles.
I had free time last week to learn photoshop, and translate doujinshi. My first project is XanxusXSqualo, because they are my all the time OTP. Squalo is very dramatic in every doujinshi I’ve read, and it’s so difficult to translate. This is an old one, but the least difficult, I think. And I tried my best!
I don’t really care if you want to share. But if you were asked to take it down by someone who authorizes this doujinshi , please do so. I am just a translator who doesn’t own this doujinshi. And all the rights go to the doujinka.
Title is Fragile by SUI RENAria Hasumi.
Of course this is a R-18 doujinshi, so don’t read it if you are underage.
Xanxus is just pushing Squalo down
over the arm of the chair when the knock comes.
go still for a moment. Squalo actually turns to look towards the door, shut but
not bolted; locks aren’t needed, not when the entire castle knows what happens
when Xanxus is interrupted against his will. Usually it’s only Squalo who dares
it; the thought alone makes Xanxus’s bracing hold at Squalo’s bare hip tighten,
digs his fingernails in deep against pale skin until Squalo hisses in wordless
Xanxus growls, loud enough that the sound will carry through the weight of the
door, and doesn’t look away from the way Squalo’s hair is spilling liquid over
his shoulders to pool at the seat of the chair, over the elbows he has settled
to brace himself in position. “I’m busy.”
called back, the voice shaking so badly Xanxus can barely hear the words. “It’s