MM: Log 043 Mello/Agito
Who: Mello and Agito
When: 26th January
Where:Mello's room
Warnings: Cursing, sex, NC-17
Mello sighed and looked at the dark corridor. So, he and Matt did get drunk like teenage girls. It was their “Deathday” after all, and they had to celebrate because they were alive. The thought made the tipsy man smile and he started walking to his room, closing the door behind him and kicking his black boots off. After, he walked into his office - that connected to his room - and moved to take one last look over the screens, before shutting down the surveillance system.
Agito looked at the ceiling of the office, bored as he waited for the other to come, and laid down on the sofa. He was cursing to himself for having been so stubborn about waiting for the captain, when he heard the door of the room opening. He got up, waiting for the other to notice that he was there.
Which didn't happen.
"Hey?!" he calls, looking at the other strangely and crossing his arms on his chest.
Mello’s head turned, and he looked back at Agito “… oh, you’re here.” He said with a relaxed and indifferent tone in his voice. Again the captain went back to what he was doing, turning things off. “I told you, you didn’t have to wait.”
Agito turns his head slightly, looking to the side. "I told you I fucking would…" He looks towards the other, maybe he was too tired now, it was kind of late. He feels slightly awkward. "Well, I suppose you are fucking tired…" He says, sighing grumpily.
“I’m fine.” Mello looked at him now. Suddenly he chuckled. “You are fucking stubborn, aren’t you? If you had fallen asleep I’d have kicked you out.” The captain approached the other, bending towards Agito. “So, you actually plan on doing some fucking that I might like?” He said, using exactly the same phrase Agito had used by mistake.
His face is splashed with a red blush, twisting it in embarrassment. "F- Go to hell, bastard!" He yells, raising his middle finger and looking at the other with a supposedly angry face but more embarrassed than anything. He takes a step backward, not really sure why but the proximity isn't pleasing him one bit. Or perhaps, pleasing him more than what he would like to feel.
“Oh? No, 'fuck you'?” Mello’s hand reached for Agito’s. “I guess fucking would be a good way to celebrate my death. Or my resurrection. Whichever you wish to call it." And with that dirty smirk on his lips, the older man approached Agito, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"Huh?!" He was going to protest, but his lips were stolen, his will to fight pretty much nonexistent.
Celebrate his resurrection… He kissed him back, his arms surrounding the other's shoulders. Fucking nice words for someone who was fucking dead once.
He closes his eye, pulling Mello's body closer.
…Why not? Akito allowed it… And it wasn't like Agito was so freaked out on the idea anymore.
Mello’s hands touched his partner’s face as they kissed, deeper now, and their tongues tasted each other, mouths pressed with a certain delight they couldn’t explain, and with the need that Mello had been holding back so far. Hungrily he pulled Agito to him and demanded that the boy’s mouth open wider so he could push his tongue inside.
Agito clumsily obeys his master's silent orders, his mouth showing some minor resistance before letting the other in, since he wasn't expecting it. "Hm!" His breathing grows slightly faster, at the same time his tongue tries to fight back the invader, but falls captive.
Mello’s hands quickly grabbed Agito’s arms to make him stay still, and he kissed him further. Their lips pressed against each other possibly already hurt, and as soon as Mello managed to capture the tongue he pulled it back into his mouth and sucked on it hard. After, there was a small nibble and once again Mello pushed his tongue inside Agito’s mouth to once more taste his saliva.
Goddammit! He cursed in silence, feeling his legs losing their strength. What the hell is Mello trying to do, rape my mouth?
Another fast breath, trying to get used to the sensation and he pushes the other's tongue away again, trying to slow the kiss to a velocity his brain can handle.
The blue eyes were open now, watching Agito’s face, and finally he did slow down, licking Agito’s lips until the kiss stopped. “You always blush. Always.”
He blushes even more. "Fuck you, asshole!!" Again, a very bad choice of words.
Unwrapping his arms from the other, he notices that his feet were almost leaving the floor with the height differences.
So fucking not cool…
He chuckled and Mello’s hands squeezed the other’s shoulder. No way he was going to let him go. Not after that kiss. That kiss meant they were going to have sex.
“Let’s go.” Almost reluctantly, Mello let go of the kid and now walked back to his room, undressing along the way.
Agito follows the other, watching the silent undressing, his heart beating a thousand times, observing everything the other did as he lost the clothes one after another, seeing the white back with the pink scar on the left side, the silky hair waving as the shirt is pulled. Then he notices, the other was already without his clothes and Mello hadn't moved to take his. He looks down, taking his baggy shirt off himself. He really had to stop being dazzled by stupid things like that.
Mello approached the other, his hands moving over Agito’s pants and immediately undoing them to let them fall. Between pressing kisses to his skin, the taller one kneeled and now licked Agito’s chest and stomach down to his waist, which he bit. Hungry hands also groped him and slowly pulled the underwear down until they were off as well.
"Ngh!" His lips let a surprised noise, feeling the needy lips on his skin and the hands touching him, shocked at the velocity of everything.
His hands go for Mello's shoulders, using him as a support. His pushes his face against Mello's shoulder, pressing small gentle kisses on it. Not as sexy, but it was the only thing that he could handle doing at the moment, letting his blue hair contrast with the white skin.
"Can we at the fucking least make it to the bed?" He gasps.
“Let me do things as I wish at least, you stupid brat.” Mello huffed. “You’ve made me wait months. MONTHS.”
Even as he was complaining, Mello got up, now shoving Agito onto the bed and getting on top of him. His cock rested against the other’s and his hand rushed to stroke them both together. “I told you I’m not into forcing people to do it, but you could have some tact about this subject, you fucking dumbass.”
"… We are fucking talking about Akito's virginity, you asshole!!" He growls. Who the hell did he think he was?!
Oh fuck… so good. His eye closes slowly, making a pleasured frown. His breathing growing faster, as he felt his swollen member harden further.
"…Ah… I just…" He looks to the side "It's not just me here, if it was, I fucking wouldn't have…" What the hell was he talking about?! Better to shut his month before he let out something he would regret.
“Shut the fuck up.” Mello didn’t want to think that he was going to take Akito’s virginity. That was a fucking huge turn off. “You are the one who’s going to get fucked.” Not Akito.
The fingers teased the heads and finally Mello let go of the other, standing by his side, shifting his hard cock up to Agito’s mouth “Here.” His hand reached for the bluish head, bringing it closer.
He blushes. "Stop fucking saying that I am gonna be fucked, idiot!!" Suddenly, he feels the other's fingers stopping and he looks up with some surprise. Then he gets what's coming next.
… The hell?! Not only did he have to give his fucking ass but the other wants his mouth also!? He knew he freaking hated that!!
He frowns angrily at Mello, showing how unhappy he is with the prospect of sucking him.
“Tsh.” Mello shoved Agito’s head away, moving between his legs and reaching for the boy's dick with his mouth. Mello’s lips wrapped around the hard member, sucking the head, before he wrapped his hand around it to stroke fast. As he did so, his tongue teased the slit, drooling and pressing hard. “Mn…”
"Ahh- Fuck.. you don't-" He wants to say that the other doesn't have to do it to him, but as the other teased his sensitive member, his mouth opened just to let out blissful gasps. It felt so good… the other sucking him like that. The strokes making the temperature rise in his lower belly. Small suffocated moans came from his lips and he concentrates on not letting the feeling overwhelm him like always, considering that he always came too fast according to Mello's comments.
That night Mello wouldn’t tease him. After all, he WAS tipsy and probably talking right now would be a difficult task for him. Yet, he could do something else. Suddenly his head dropped, taking the hard cock as far as it was humanly possibly for Mello, deep throating with delight. The blue eyes were closed, but the needy sucking showed how much he actually enjoyed doing this. Quickly Mello’s hand reached for his own cock, stroking it fast as to match his sucking, so he too could feel pleasure during this.
A louder moan came from Agito's lips, surprised at the sudden deep throat of the other. Suddenly feeling the moist walls surrounding and sucking his cock, his hips jerk and as the teasing goes on, he ends up leaking a little pre-cum.
"M-mello?" He voices between urgent gasps.
Again his eyes opened, bobbing his head few more times before he pulled away. His lips still kissed the skin and Mello’s hot breath fell on Agito’s wet shaft. “Yeah?” Since Agito just called his name he answered obviously. As he waited for the answer, the tongue moved up and down, also licking his testicles and even pulling the skin playfully.
A blush completely covers his face and he turns it to the side. "Nothing!" He quickly answers, covering his face with his hands and biting his lower lip in an attempt at self control but not succeeding in silencing his pleasured gasps. "I'll come… if you continue doing it…" He warns between his fingers.
“Of course you will. You always come so fast.” Mello smirked, now standing. He had to grab something before continuing. The older man reached for his nightstand and from the drawer he took a small bottle of lube.
"You do it on purpose, jackass…" He answers back, grinding his teeth as he takes a deep breath before taking his hands off his face. He notices that the other has stopped and he looks at Mello, following him with his eye. He takes another deep breath as he sees the bottle.
Mello chuckled. “I don’t. You’re just too fucking weak.” And with that Mello resumed his position, pouring some of the sticky substance onto his hand. Again his mouth worked on the needy organ, but this time fingers joined… yet they didn’t touch Agito’s cock. They went lower than the balls and pressed against his opening, not yet trying to slip them inside.
"Shut up…" He looks to the side, closing his eyes to take in the sensation of bliss that is slowly returning. He feels the fingers, but relaxes, knowing that at least the lube should do something to them. He would never admit it but he had a lot of confidence in Mello's knowledge on the subject of sex, so if there was a way for it to feel good to do it with another man, he believed that Mello would know of it.
At first they only spread, poked and teased that soft place, but soon his fingers spread it wider and Mello’s mouth moved towards it. Agito had felt this before, and sure he’d most likely complain, but Mello’s mind wasn’t even set on listening to that damn brat right now. His tongue probed the opening, pressing here and there and soon pushed inside.
"Ngh!" It was a weird sensation, but Mello had done it once before. His stomach was churning and he wasn't sure if it was from the other's touches or the absolute discomfort of having someone looking at him from that angle and touching his hole. His hips moved slightly, from the uneasiness, but he tried his best to not complain about it. It wasn't like it was hurting at least.
His tongue went further, as deep as it could, and then squirmed around inside Agito. Even if his nose was pressed against the kid’s testicles, Mello didn’t seem to care, stroking himself a bit to make his own cock wet.
Closing his eyes fiercely, Agito tries his best to slow his breathing, relaxing as the other explores his insides and feeling the other's saliva around his hole. He sighs, feeling everything growing warmer around him. It was so strange...
After he pulled his tongue out, his fingers finally went back to tease the place. And finally, slowly, one pushed inside, actually pretty easily due to the lube.
He feels the finger slipping inside, colder than the previous intruder, making his butt shiver with the temperature difference, his insides squeezing the finger. "Is it gonna take much longer?" He asks, impatient, not used to Mello being slow paced about anything and anxious to get out of that awkward position.
“Depends on how well you are able to relax.” Of course Mello made it sound like it was Agito’s fault. He smirked, now looking for that spot inside the other, moving his finger around, and pressing here and there to make the insides relax enough to take Mello’s cock.
He pouts, but again takes a few deep breaths, relaxing… Even if it was hard doing it with the other touching him like that. Awkward, vexing position…
His cock starts to feel warmer and before he can do anything, some pre-cum is dripping from his swollen member, thanks to his discomfort with Mello's attention. He says nothing on the subject, even though his blush and expression is pretty much showing his thoughts.
Mello’s eyes watch the other’s cock dripping, smirking wide. “Oh? Got wet, Agito?” His tongue licked clean the droplets of pre cum dripping from Agito’s member and soon the finger begun to thrust in and out, and afterward pressing up towards Agito’s prostate - or where he figured it would be, at least.
Agito's eyes opened wide as he felt a sudden shock of pleasure going through his body and his hips jerked.
"Ahh-Ahh!" He covers his mouth trying to silence those loud moans. What the hell was happening there?!
His member doesn't resist as it's licked, with the other sensations going through him, releasing against his control, the cum falling on his still hardened member and he gasps for air, trying to breathe normally.
Mello’s head was able to move before the white cum hit his face. “Oh, c’mon. You get teased here and you go crazy? What are you, a woman?” Even as he criticized Agito, Mello was that very second thrusting hard against that place, torturing it over and over again and taking the chance to actually push inside a second finger. To make Agito forget the pain, he started again to lick and suck the boy's cock, deep throating once, after sucking on the head eagerly as he cleaned the left over of cum.
"Ahh-ahh!!" His head seemed to want to burst with the intense pleasure that raped his body again and again. His hands grabbed the sheets, in panic due to the lack of control, but at the same time in eagerness for the sensation. Again and again he felt his body being assaulted, almost pushing him to the limit. "Fuck… ahh… you are… it's too much…" He tries to scream between gasps, but even his voice sounds needy and pleased with it.
“It’s not too much. Just get used to it.” Mello huffed. “Don’t come. If you come on my face, I’ll force you to suck me dry, bastard.” And again his head bobbed up and down, his fingers pressed against Agito's prostate mercilessly. It didn’t take much longer for Mello to press the third inside, feeling the tightness fighting the intrusion. “Relax more.” When the blond said that, again he pressed harder against the spot inside Agito.
He grinds his teeth, trying to get used to it, but with his body spasming in pleasure at each stroke inside him, it wasn't something that he could get used to just like that.
A third finger pushed inside, cause more discomfort, but more pleasure also, with all three fingers poking at that same place that he was starting to love. The sweat fell from the side of his face. "How the fuck… do you expect me to relax… and not cum at the same time… Jer- ahh…," he pants.
Suddenly Mello pulled the fingers out, and again grabbed the lube. He spread Agito’s cheeks and let it drip towards the opening, coming closer to let it drip on his cock. Mello didn’t wait much longer and soon his dick pressed against that place, pushing inside, slower than he was used to, but he didn’t want Agito screaming it hurt. “Ngh…” Mello let out a small shy moan as he felt his cock being trapped, and only stopped once he felt all of himself wrapped up in that warmth.
Grinding his teeth, he let the other inside. Suddenly, the fingers and the tongue weren't as bad as he had thought. But at least the pain was really minimal… the bigger problem was that it was like all the limits of his ass were being tested. That shit was damn big.
Panting and breathing quickly, he opens his eyes to see the other's expression, staring with some surprise at the other as he hears him.
Mello licked his own lips, looking at Agito for a second. Silently he told the kid he was going to move, and he did so the next second. In and out Mello kept moving his hips as he watched his dick being buried inside Agito. “Oh fuck. Good.” And a tipsy Mello also meant an honest Mello - at least about physical pleasure - so he didn’t even hold back the sounds that escaped from his mouth. The older man bent over Agito, a hand quickly grabbing his ass and squeezing it hard as his hip movements soon became faster. “Tight.” Mello smiled, lost in pleasure. “Fuck, your ass is great.”
Agito pulled at the sheets, trying to get used to the sudden movements. Yet, even through the discomfort, his eye watched the other's pleased expression and sounds, this being the first time he was responsible for the Mello's moaning and he couldn't help but to feel strangely good about himself. As he slowly became more used to having his ass rammed, he raised his arms towards the captain, his hand landing on Mello's back.
He curves his nails into the white back of the other. As he does this, he raises his back high enough for his jaws meet the older man's shoulder, sucking at it, in order to leave a red hickey. He was the Fang King after all, needing to leave his road, his existence, on Mello's body. The proof that he was there, the proof that he was alive, the proof that he had been taken.
As the nails carved into his back, Mello tilted his head in masochistic pleasure. He moaned at the feeling, shivering in delight and rushed his movements, pushing his dick as deep as he could manage inside Agito’s smaller body. Groaning, he too decided to carve into Agito, biting down hard on his shoulder until he felt the blood coming into his mouth.
“Agito.” He said in a small whisper and then Mello pushed harder, fucking the other has hard as he could.
"Ahh.." He wasn't used to being equally marked, but as the other pushed harder and harder inside him, that stopped bothering him. His hips started to move as he felt his prostate being hit occasionally. Slowly the sensation of having the other inside him went from uncomfortable to pleasurable. Another moan came out, but not as loud as the other and again he sucked at Mello's skin, this time on the collarbone, leaving another mark and then another.
Hands grabbed Agito’s waist, slamming the thin body against him, feeling his cock deep inside. One of his hands also reached for Agito’s cock now, stroking it fast as he continuously kept shoving against the boy's prostate over and over again. ”Louder. Moan louder.” Mello smirked.
Hearing the other say that, Agito tried his best to silence his moans, but as he was pierced now in the place that drove him insane and felt his needy member being stroked, it was only a few seconds before he forgot that resistance, letting out his pleasured gasps and howls in a voice that he didn't even recognize as his own.
Mello sighed in delight as he heard the other moaning, still thrusting inside eagerly. “You like it, hm?” Mello smirked wider, moving to Agito's ear and sucking on it hard. “If feels good, doesn’t it? To have my dick deep inside you?” His hand stroked the boy's cock faster as he said those words, and actually, Mello could almost feel himself dripping. “Your ass is so tight. So warm. You are so warm.” Mello kissed his ear now and let out a small moan.
Agito felt a churning like sensation as the other talked to him, mixing with the pleasured spikes he felt all over his body and his eye closes, his temperature rising at the comments and the self-conscious state the other was putting him in. "S-stop.. saying…" His speech is cut short by another pleasured howl, his body trembling, as he feels himself reaching the limit.
"… Mello…" He lets the name of the man inside him be spelled by his lips as he climaxes, a loud moan following, and his head goes backwards, everywhere in his body tensing, as the warm, white, sticky liquid came out of his erection.
When he felt Agito’s cum dirtying his hand, Mello licked it, tasting once again what he had tasted before. After, his hand moved to Agito’s mouth, forcing him to taste his own cum as Mello mercilessly went back to fucking him hard and deep, making his cock finally hitch for release. Finally after a few more minutes, his hand released Agito’s mouth and grips the boy's shoulders, rushing his movements- probably almost hurting Agito with all the rush- and finally Mello came deep inside him, filling his partner with his own warm cum.
Agito suddenly found himself with a finger inside him, the disgusting liquid inside his mouth. He would have bitten the finger, but his eyes closed to endure the rest. His mouth stayed open, breathing hard as the other continued to fuck him over and over, growing rougher. He cursed, as he waited for the other to finish up. His eyes open wide as he starts feeling something that he really didn't want to- Oh no he wasn't fucking --
His hips squirmed as he felt the other's cum shooting inside him. "Fucking… hell…" He whispers, but doesn't make the unpleasant frown he usually would have and instead sighs in relief. This meant that it was over… right?
Shivering and gasping, Mello pressed his forehead against Agito’s chest. He remained like that for a while, and slowly pulled out, some cum dripping out as he does. Even so, he kept still, lying on top of Agito, his blue eyes closed, enjoying the feeling. He missed this so much.
Taking deep breaths, Agito feels the soreness slowly taking over him. He looked down, and can't resist small a glance at the other's face, moving his lips into a smile as he observes the captain's pleased expression. He feels his heart being assaulted by a stir of emotion… The smile only lasts a few seconds, since he didn't want the other to see him grinning like an idiot.
"Hey…" He calls, starting to feel kind of squashed between the bed and Mello's body.
“It’s not that I’m not happy to be alive. I am.” Mello sighed, eyes still closed, and head still pressed against Agito’s chest. “But I’m far gladder that he is.” He sighed. “Matt celebrates this day with a smile. He shouldn’t.” And almost muffled by the skin, Mello chuckled. “I’m a horrible person. Who sends their best friend to their death and celebrates it a year after?”
His eye opens wide and his raised hand goes down again. No, not the best time for saying something like you are heavy to someone.
"Akito once said that he wanted me to live, even if it shortened his life… I would say that Matt feels the same way about you." He sighs, looking at the ceiling and his arms warp around the older and bigger man, more of a reflex than anything. "It doesn't make you a horrible person to celebrate that both you and Matt got a second chance."
“He shouldn’t need a second chance in first place.” And actually, Mello seemed to be quite comfortable on top of Agito. “This is why I prefer if people hate me. So they won’t try to approach me. So if I happen to kill them it won’t be a problem.” Like he had said many times, Mello was capable of being a monster towards everyone but it is so much worse when you care for a person and hurt/kill them, isn’t it?
He listens to the other and caresses the golden hair slowly. This was really strange… to see Mello like this. "… Calm down…" He wished that he could say to the other that no one would ever die, that he would make sure that everyone Mello held dear would stay with him. But… the more the number of people he had to protect increased, the more he grasped the thin reality that he hadn't control over even his own reason to be born, protecting Akito. So… Mello wasn't all that confident about having died… or better, he didn't stand for Matt's life...
"Are you afraid that I'll die?" He asks him out of blue, not sure how the words had come out of his mouth.
Actually, Mello didn’t answer. Mostly because he'd fallen asleep, since alcohol had a good effect on Mello and joining that with sex was mostly a KO. Eyes closed, the blond laid there quietly, still resting on Agito’s chest.
Agito waited a few minutes before poking the other. "Mello?" He calls, not noticing the other man was asleep.
… Wait?! He had fallen asleep in that position!!??
"Hey, wake up asshole!!!" He tries to push the other aside, but the position isn't very good for this. "Fuck!!" He takes a few long breaths and scratches the back of his head, looking to the other half annoyed-half surprised at the situation. He sighs, in the end, entertaining himself by looking at Mello's sleeping face. After a while his eyelid got heavy and he fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning, Mello’s eyes opened slowly. He felt groggy and was finally able to hear his alarm clock ringing from about a half hour earlier. Tiredly the blond turned it off. “Ugh”. His head dropped again to the pillow until he remembered Agito. He turned and looked sideways, noticing Nate, his cat, sleeping close to the kid.
Agito hears the alarm clock, but feels so tired that he ignores it. Until he hears someone turning it off. Lazily he opens his eye, watching a blur at his front. "Chii?" He asks.
Actually Mello was doing something pretty close to actually smiling, until Agito opened his eyes. The man grabbed the white cat, and suddenly pushed Agito off the bed with the help of his foot.
He falls on the floor, only reacting to it a few minutes later. His hand reaches for the bed sheets, raising himself up, still half asleep. He doesn't maintain this state, as he recognizes Mello on top of the bed.
"Fuck…" He blinks, slowly remembering the events of the former night.
“Go take a bath.” Mello got up, moving to give Nate food. “And don’t hope you’ll get to sleep here again. That is not going to happen again.”
Agito's unable to hide his annoyed expression, exactly what one would expect the morning after getting fucked.
"Fine!" He walks fast, then slow when he notices that his body is completely sore, to the bathroom, closing the door in a bang. He turns on the water, sighing.
At least he looks better than when he fell asleep. He thinks.
Mello smirked in a mean way as he watched the other leave, now lying down on the bed again.
Ah. The day wasn’t going to be bad.
When: 26th January
Where:Mello's room
Warnings: Cursing, sex, NC-17
Mello sighed and looked at the dark corridor. So, he and Matt did get drunk like teenage girls. It was their “Deathday” after all, and they had to celebrate because they were alive. The thought made the tipsy man smile and he started walking to his room, closing the door behind him and kicking his black boots off. After, he walked into his office - that connected to his room - and moved to take one last look over the screens, before shutting down the surveillance system.
Agito looked at the ceiling of the office, bored as he waited for the other to come, and laid down on the sofa. He was cursing to himself for having been so stubborn about waiting for the captain, when he heard the door of the room opening. He got up, waiting for the other to notice that he was there.
Which didn't happen.
"Hey?!" he calls, looking at the other strangely and crossing his arms on his chest.
Mello’s head turned, and he looked back at Agito “… oh, you’re here.” He said with a relaxed and indifferent tone in his voice. Again the captain went back to what he was doing, turning things off. “I told you, you didn’t have to wait.”
Agito turns his head slightly, looking to the side. "I told you I fucking would…" He looks towards the other, maybe he was too tired now, it was kind of late. He feels slightly awkward. "Well, I suppose you are fucking tired…" He says, sighing grumpily.
“I’m fine.” Mello looked at him now. Suddenly he chuckled. “You are fucking stubborn, aren’t you? If you had fallen asleep I’d have kicked you out.” The captain approached the other, bending towards Agito. “So, you actually plan on doing some fucking that I might like?” He said, using exactly the same phrase Agito had used by mistake.
His face is splashed with a red blush, twisting it in embarrassment. "F- Go to hell, bastard!" He yells, raising his middle finger and looking at the other with a supposedly angry face but more embarrassed than anything. He takes a step backward, not really sure why but the proximity isn't pleasing him one bit. Or perhaps, pleasing him more than what he would like to feel.
“Oh? No, 'fuck you'?” Mello’s hand reached for Agito’s. “I guess fucking would be a good way to celebrate my death. Or my resurrection. Whichever you wish to call it." And with that dirty smirk on his lips, the older man approached Agito, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"Huh?!" He was going to protest, but his lips were stolen, his will to fight pretty much nonexistent.
Celebrate his resurrection… He kissed him back, his arms surrounding the other's shoulders. Fucking nice words for someone who was fucking dead once.
He closes his eye, pulling Mello's body closer.
…Why not? Akito allowed it… And it wasn't like Agito was so freaked out on the idea anymore.
Mello’s hands touched his partner’s face as they kissed, deeper now, and their tongues tasted each other, mouths pressed with a certain delight they couldn’t explain, and with the need that Mello had been holding back so far. Hungrily he pulled Agito to him and demanded that the boy’s mouth open wider so he could push his tongue inside.
Agito clumsily obeys his master's silent orders, his mouth showing some minor resistance before letting the other in, since he wasn't expecting it. "Hm!" His breathing grows slightly faster, at the same time his tongue tries to fight back the invader, but falls captive.
Mello’s hands quickly grabbed Agito’s arms to make him stay still, and he kissed him further. Their lips pressed against each other possibly already hurt, and as soon as Mello managed to capture the tongue he pulled it back into his mouth and sucked on it hard. After, there was a small nibble and once again Mello pushed his tongue inside Agito’s mouth to once more taste his saliva.
Goddammit! He cursed in silence, feeling his legs losing their strength. What the hell is Mello trying to do, rape my mouth?
Another fast breath, trying to get used to the sensation and he pushes the other's tongue away again, trying to slow the kiss to a velocity his brain can handle.
The blue eyes were open now, watching Agito’s face, and finally he did slow down, licking Agito’s lips until the kiss stopped. “You always blush. Always.”
He blushes even more. "Fuck you, asshole!!" Again, a very bad choice of words.
Unwrapping his arms from the other, he notices that his feet were almost leaving the floor with the height differences.
So fucking not cool…
He chuckled and Mello’s hands squeezed the other’s shoulder. No way he was going to let him go. Not after that kiss. That kiss meant they were going to have sex.
“Let’s go.” Almost reluctantly, Mello let go of the kid and now walked back to his room, undressing along the way.
Agito follows the other, watching the silent undressing, his heart beating a thousand times, observing everything the other did as he lost the clothes one after another, seeing the white back with the pink scar on the left side, the silky hair waving as the shirt is pulled. Then he notices, the other was already without his clothes and Mello hadn't moved to take his. He looks down, taking his baggy shirt off himself. He really had to stop being dazzled by stupid things like that.
Mello approached the other, his hands moving over Agito’s pants and immediately undoing them to let them fall. Between pressing kisses to his skin, the taller one kneeled and now licked Agito’s chest and stomach down to his waist, which he bit. Hungry hands also groped him and slowly pulled the underwear down until they were off as well.
"Ngh!" His lips let a surprised noise, feeling the needy lips on his skin and the hands touching him, shocked at the velocity of everything.
His hands go for Mello's shoulders, using him as a support. His pushes his face against Mello's shoulder, pressing small gentle kisses on it. Not as sexy, but it was the only thing that he could handle doing at the moment, letting his blue hair contrast with the white skin.
"Can we at the fucking least make it to the bed?" He gasps.
“Let me do things as I wish at least, you stupid brat.” Mello huffed. “You’ve made me wait months. MONTHS.”
Even as he was complaining, Mello got up, now shoving Agito onto the bed and getting on top of him. His cock rested against the other’s and his hand rushed to stroke them both together. “I told you I’m not into forcing people to do it, but you could have some tact about this subject, you fucking dumbass.”
"… We are fucking talking about Akito's virginity, you asshole!!" He growls. Who the hell did he think he was?!
Oh fuck… so good. His eye closes slowly, making a pleasured frown. His breathing growing faster, as he felt his swollen member harden further.
"…Ah… I just…" He looks to the side "It's not just me here, if it was, I fucking wouldn't have…" What the hell was he talking about?! Better to shut his month before he let out something he would regret.
“Shut the fuck up.” Mello didn’t want to think that he was going to take Akito’s virginity. That was a fucking huge turn off. “You are the one who’s going to get fucked.” Not Akito.
The fingers teased the heads and finally Mello let go of the other, standing by his side, shifting his hard cock up to Agito’s mouth “Here.” His hand reached for the bluish head, bringing it closer.
He blushes. "Stop fucking saying that I am gonna be fucked, idiot!!" Suddenly, he feels the other's fingers stopping and he looks up with some surprise. Then he gets what's coming next.
… The hell?! Not only did he have to give his fucking ass but the other wants his mouth also!? He knew he freaking hated that!!
He frowns angrily at Mello, showing how unhappy he is with the prospect of sucking him.
“Tsh.” Mello shoved Agito’s head away, moving between his legs and reaching for the boy's dick with his mouth. Mello’s lips wrapped around the hard member, sucking the head, before he wrapped his hand around it to stroke fast. As he did so, his tongue teased the slit, drooling and pressing hard. “Mn…”
"Ahh- Fuck.. you don't-" He wants to say that the other doesn't have to do it to him, but as the other teased his sensitive member, his mouth opened just to let out blissful gasps. It felt so good… the other sucking him like that. The strokes making the temperature rise in his lower belly. Small suffocated moans came from his lips and he concentrates on not letting the feeling overwhelm him like always, considering that he always came too fast according to Mello's comments.
That night Mello wouldn’t tease him. After all, he WAS tipsy and probably talking right now would be a difficult task for him. Yet, he could do something else. Suddenly his head dropped, taking the hard cock as far as it was humanly possibly for Mello, deep throating with delight. The blue eyes were closed, but the needy sucking showed how much he actually enjoyed doing this. Quickly Mello’s hand reached for his own cock, stroking it fast as to match his sucking, so he too could feel pleasure during this.
A louder moan came from Agito's lips, surprised at the sudden deep throat of the other. Suddenly feeling the moist walls surrounding and sucking his cock, his hips jerk and as the teasing goes on, he ends up leaking a little pre-cum.
"M-mello?" He voices between urgent gasps.
Again his eyes opened, bobbing his head few more times before he pulled away. His lips still kissed the skin and Mello’s hot breath fell on Agito’s wet shaft. “Yeah?” Since Agito just called his name he answered obviously. As he waited for the answer, the tongue moved up and down, also licking his testicles and even pulling the skin playfully.
A blush completely covers his face and he turns it to the side. "Nothing!" He quickly answers, covering his face with his hands and biting his lower lip in an attempt at self control but not succeeding in silencing his pleasured gasps. "I'll come… if you continue doing it…" He warns between his fingers.
“Of course you will. You always come so fast.” Mello smirked, now standing. He had to grab something before continuing. The older man reached for his nightstand and from the drawer he took a small bottle of lube.
"You do it on purpose, jackass…" He answers back, grinding his teeth as he takes a deep breath before taking his hands off his face. He notices that the other has stopped and he looks at Mello, following him with his eye. He takes another deep breath as he sees the bottle.
Mello chuckled. “I don’t. You’re just too fucking weak.” And with that Mello resumed his position, pouring some of the sticky substance onto his hand. Again his mouth worked on the needy organ, but this time fingers joined… yet they didn’t touch Agito’s cock. They went lower than the balls and pressed against his opening, not yet trying to slip them inside.
"Shut up…" He looks to the side, closing his eyes to take in the sensation of bliss that is slowly returning. He feels the fingers, but relaxes, knowing that at least the lube should do something to them. He would never admit it but he had a lot of confidence in Mello's knowledge on the subject of sex, so if there was a way for it to feel good to do it with another man, he believed that Mello would know of it.
At first they only spread, poked and teased that soft place, but soon his fingers spread it wider and Mello’s mouth moved towards it. Agito had felt this before, and sure he’d most likely complain, but Mello’s mind wasn’t even set on listening to that damn brat right now. His tongue probed the opening, pressing here and there and soon pushed inside.
"Ngh!" It was a weird sensation, but Mello had done it once before. His stomach was churning and he wasn't sure if it was from the other's touches or the absolute discomfort of having someone looking at him from that angle and touching his hole. His hips moved slightly, from the uneasiness, but he tried his best to not complain about it. It wasn't like it was hurting at least.
His tongue went further, as deep as it could, and then squirmed around inside Agito. Even if his nose was pressed against the kid’s testicles, Mello didn’t seem to care, stroking himself a bit to make his own cock wet.
Closing his eyes fiercely, Agito tries his best to slow his breathing, relaxing as the other explores his insides and feeling the other's saliva around his hole. He sighs, feeling everything growing warmer around him. It was so strange...
After he pulled his tongue out, his fingers finally went back to tease the place. And finally, slowly, one pushed inside, actually pretty easily due to the lube.
He feels the finger slipping inside, colder than the previous intruder, making his butt shiver with the temperature difference, his insides squeezing the finger. "Is it gonna take much longer?" He asks, impatient, not used to Mello being slow paced about anything and anxious to get out of that awkward position.
“Depends on how well you are able to relax.” Of course Mello made it sound like it was Agito’s fault. He smirked, now looking for that spot inside the other, moving his finger around, and pressing here and there to make the insides relax enough to take Mello’s cock.
He pouts, but again takes a few deep breaths, relaxing… Even if it was hard doing it with the other touching him like that. Awkward, vexing position…
His cock starts to feel warmer and before he can do anything, some pre-cum is dripping from his swollen member, thanks to his discomfort with Mello's attention. He says nothing on the subject, even though his blush and expression is pretty much showing his thoughts.
Mello’s eyes watch the other’s cock dripping, smirking wide. “Oh? Got wet, Agito?” His tongue licked clean the droplets of pre cum dripping from Agito’s member and soon the finger begun to thrust in and out, and afterward pressing up towards Agito’s prostate - or where he figured it would be, at least.
Agito's eyes opened wide as he felt a sudden shock of pleasure going through his body and his hips jerked.
"Ahh-Ahh!" He covers his mouth trying to silence those loud moans. What the hell was happening there?!
His member doesn't resist as it's licked, with the other sensations going through him, releasing against his control, the cum falling on his still hardened member and he gasps for air, trying to breathe normally.
Mello’s head was able to move before the white cum hit his face. “Oh, c’mon. You get teased here and you go crazy? What are you, a woman?” Even as he criticized Agito, Mello was that very second thrusting hard against that place, torturing it over and over again and taking the chance to actually push inside a second finger. To make Agito forget the pain, he started again to lick and suck the boy's cock, deep throating once, after sucking on the head eagerly as he cleaned the left over of cum.
"Ahh-ahh!!" His head seemed to want to burst with the intense pleasure that raped his body again and again. His hands grabbed the sheets, in panic due to the lack of control, but at the same time in eagerness for the sensation. Again and again he felt his body being assaulted, almost pushing him to the limit. "Fuck… ahh… you are… it's too much…" He tries to scream between gasps, but even his voice sounds needy and pleased with it.
“It’s not too much. Just get used to it.” Mello huffed. “Don’t come. If you come on my face, I’ll force you to suck me dry, bastard.” And again his head bobbed up and down, his fingers pressed against Agito's prostate mercilessly. It didn’t take much longer for Mello to press the third inside, feeling the tightness fighting the intrusion. “Relax more.” When the blond said that, again he pressed harder against the spot inside Agito.
He grinds his teeth, trying to get used to it, but with his body spasming in pleasure at each stroke inside him, it wasn't something that he could get used to just like that.
A third finger pushed inside, cause more discomfort, but more pleasure also, with all three fingers poking at that same place that he was starting to love. The sweat fell from the side of his face. "How the fuck… do you expect me to relax… and not cum at the same time… Jer- ahh…," he pants.
Suddenly Mello pulled the fingers out, and again grabbed the lube. He spread Agito’s cheeks and let it drip towards the opening, coming closer to let it drip on his cock. Mello didn’t wait much longer and soon his dick pressed against that place, pushing inside, slower than he was used to, but he didn’t want Agito screaming it hurt. “Ngh…” Mello let out a small shy moan as he felt his cock being trapped, and only stopped once he felt all of himself wrapped up in that warmth.
Grinding his teeth, he let the other inside. Suddenly, the fingers and the tongue weren't as bad as he had thought. But at least the pain was really minimal… the bigger problem was that it was like all the limits of his ass were being tested. That shit was damn big.
Panting and breathing quickly, he opens his eyes to see the other's expression, staring with some surprise at the other as he hears him.
Mello licked his own lips, looking at Agito for a second. Silently he told the kid he was going to move, and he did so the next second. In and out Mello kept moving his hips as he watched his dick being buried inside Agito. “Oh fuck. Good.” And a tipsy Mello also meant an honest Mello - at least about physical pleasure - so he didn’t even hold back the sounds that escaped from his mouth. The older man bent over Agito, a hand quickly grabbing his ass and squeezing it hard as his hip movements soon became faster. “Tight.” Mello smiled, lost in pleasure. “Fuck, your ass is great.”
Agito pulled at the sheets, trying to get used to the sudden movements. Yet, even through the discomfort, his eye watched the other's pleased expression and sounds, this being the first time he was responsible for the Mello's moaning and he couldn't help but to feel strangely good about himself. As he slowly became more used to having his ass rammed, he raised his arms towards the captain, his hand landing on Mello's back.
He curves his nails into the white back of the other. As he does this, he raises his back high enough for his jaws meet the older man's shoulder, sucking at it, in order to leave a red hickey. He was the Fang King after all, needing to leave his road, his existence, on Mello's body. The proof that he was there, the proof that he was alive, the proof that he had been taken.
As the nails carved into his back, Mello tilted his head in masochistic pleasure. He moaned at the feeling, shivering in delight and rushed his movements, pushing his dick as deep as he could manage inside Agito’s smaller body. Groaning, he too decided to carve into Agito, biting down hard on his shoulder until he felt the blood coming into his mouth.
“Agito.” He said in a small whisper and then Mello pushed harder, fucking the other has hard as he could.
"Ahh.." He wasn't used to being equally marked, but as the other pushed harder and harder inside him, that stopped bothering him. His hips started to move as he felt his prostate being hit occasionally. Slowly the sensation of having the other inside him went from uncomfortable to pleasurable. Another moan came out, but not as loud as the other and again he sucked at Mello's skin, this time on the collarbone, leaving another mark and then another.
Hands grabbed Agito’s waist, slamming the thin body against him, feeling his cock deep inside. One of his hands also reached for Agito’s cock now, stroking it fast as he continuously kept shoving against the boy's prostate over and over again. ”Louder. Moan louder.” Mello smirked.
Hearing the other say that, Agito tried his best to silence his moans, but as he was pierced now in the place that drove him insane and felt his needy member being stroked, it was only a few seconds before he forgot that resistance, letting out his pleasured gasps and howls in a voice that he didn't even recognize as his own.
Mello sighed in delight as he heard the other moaning, still thrusting inside eagerly. “You like it, hm?” Mello smirked wider, moving to Agito's ear and sucking on it hard. “If feels good, doesn’t it? To have my dick deep inside you?” His hand stroked the boy's cock faster as he said those words, and actually, Mello could almost feel himself dripping. “Your ass is so tight. So warm. You are so warm.” Mello kissed his ear now and let out a small moan.
Agito felt a churning like sensation as the other talked to him, mixing with the pleasured spikes he felt all over his body and his eye closes, his temperature rising at the comments and the self-conscious state the other was putting him in. "S-stop.. saying…" His speech is cut short by another pleasured howl, his body trembling, as he feels himself reaching the limit.
"… Mello…" He lets the name of the man inside him be spelled by his lips as he climaxes, a loud moan following, and his head goes backwards, everywhere in his body tensing, as the warm, white, sticky liquid came out of his erection.
When he felt Agito’s cum dirtying his hand, Mello licked it, tasting once again what he had tasted before. After, his hand moved to Agito’s mouth, forcing him to taste his own cum as Mello mercilessly went back to fucking him hard and deep, making his cock finally hitch for release. Finally after a few more minutes, his hand released Agito’s mouth and grips the boy's shoulders, rushing his movements- probably almost hurting Agito with all the rush- and finally Mello came deep inside him, filling his partner with his own warm cum.
Agito suddenly found himself with a finger inside him, the disgusting liquid inside his mouth. He would have bitten the finger, but his eyes closed to endure the rest. His mouth stayed open, breathing hard as the other continued to fuck him over and over, growing rougher. He cursed, as he waited for the other to finish up. His eyes open wide as he starts feeling something that he really didn't want to- Oh no he wasn't fucking --
His hips squirmed as he felt the other's cum shooting inside him. "Fucking… hell…" He whispers, but doesn't make the unpleasant frown he usually would have and instead sighs in relief. This meant that it was over… right?
Shivering and gasping, Mello pressed his forehead against Agito’s chest. He remained like that for a while, and slowly pulled out, some cum dripping out as he does. Even so, he kept still, lying on top of Agito, his blue eyes closed, enjoying the feeling. He missed this so much.
Taking deep breaths, Agito feels the soreness slowly taking over him. He looked down, and can't resist small a glance at the other's face, moving his lips into a smile as he observes the captain's pleased expression. He feels his heart being assaulted by a stir of emotion… The smile only lasts a few seconds, since he didn't want the other to see him grinning like an idiot.
"Hey…" He calls, starting to feel kind of squashed between the bed and Mello's body.
“It’s not that I’m not happy to be alive. I am.” Mello sighed, eyes still closed, and head still pressed against Agito’s chest. “But I’m far gladder that he is.” He sighed. “Matt celebrates this day with a smile. He shouldn’t.” And almost muffled by the skin, Mello chuckled. “I’m a horrible person. Who sends their best friend to their death and celebrates it a year after?”
His eye opens wide and his raised hand goes down again. No, not the best time for saying something like you are heavy to someone.
"Akito once said that he wanted me to live, even if it shortened his life… I would say that Matt feels the same way about you." He sighs, looking at the ceiling and his arms warp around the older and bigger man, more of a reflex than anything. "It doesn't make you a horrible person to celebrate that both you and Matt got a second chance."
“He shouldn’t need a second chance in first place.” And actually, Mello seemed to be quite comfortable on top of Agito. “This is why I prefer if people hate me. So they won’t try to approach me. So if I happen to kill them it won’t be a problem.” Like he had said many times, Mello was capable of being a monster towards everyone but it is so much worse when you care for a person and hurt/kill them, isn’t it?
He listens to the other and caresses the golden hair slowly. This was really strange… to see Mello like this. "… Calm down…" He wished that he could say to the other that no one would ever die, that he would make sure that everyone Mello held dear would stay with him. But… the more the number of people he had to protect increased, the more he grasped the thin reality that he hadn't control over even his own reason to be born, protecting Akito. So… Mello wasn't all that confident about having died… or better, he didn't stand for Matt's life...
"Are you afraid that I'll die?" He asks him out of blue, not sure how the words had come out of his mouth.
Actually, Mello didn’t answer. Mostly because he'd fallen asleep, since alcohol had a good effect on Mello and joining that with sex was mostly a KO. Eyes closed, the blond laid there quietly, still resting on Agito’s chest.
Agito waited a few minutes before poking the other. "Mello?" He calls, not noticing the other man was asleep.
… Wait?! He had fallen asleep in that position!!??
"Hey, wake up asshole!!!" He tries to push the other aside, but the position isn't very good for this. "Fuck!!" He takes a few long breaths and scratches the back of his head, looking to the other half annoyed-half surprised at the situation. He sighs, in the end, entertaining himself by looking at Mello's sleeping face. After a while his eyelid got heavy and he fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning, Mello’s eyes opened slowly. He felt groggy and was finally able to hear his alarm clock ringing from about a half hour earlier. Tiredly the blond turned it off. “Ugh”. His head dropped again to the pillow until he remembered Agito. He turned and looked sideways, noticing Nate, his cat, sleeping close to the kid.
Agito hears the alarm clock, but feels so tired that he ignores it. Until he hears someone turning it off. Lazily he opens his eye, watching a blur at his front. "Chii?" He asks.
Actually Mello was doing something pretty close to actually smiling, until Agito opened his eyes. The man grabbed the white cat, and suddenly pushed Agito off the bed with the help of his foot.
He falls on the floor, only reacting to it a few minutes later. His hand reaches for the bed sheets, raising himself up, still half asleep. He doesn't maintain this state, as he recognizes Mello on top of the bed.
"Fuck…" He blinks, slowly remembering the events of the former night.
“Go take a bath.” Mello got up, moving to give Nate food. “And don’t hope you’ll get to sleep here again. That is not going to happen again.”
Agito's unable to hide his annoyed expression, exactly what one would expect the morning after getting fucked.
"Fine!" He walks fast, then slow when he notices that his body is completely sore, to the bathroom, closing the door in a bang. He turns on the water, sighing.
At least he looks better than when he fell asleep. He thinks.
Mello smirked in a mean way as he watched the other leave, now lying down on the bed again.
Ah. The day wasn’t going to be bad.