[One-Shot] Department Store Love
Title: Department Store Love
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Death Note
Type: Anime/Manga
Characters/Pairing: Matt/Mello
Word Count: 5,804
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warning: NSFW, PWP
Summary: On an outing for groceries that never get bought, Mello and Matt have sexual contact in a woman's dressing room of the clothing department.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note nor the characters, just borrowing them from Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata for a little while.
Author's Notes: This is strictly PWP, and was first posted to FFN in June of 2008, then later taken down in May of 2012.
View Also on: AO3
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Their bodies met with a grueling slowness as the blond lowered himself down onto the auburn brunette. His palms slipped as they lost their hold of the plastic siding of the small cubicle. He was out of breath, panting heavily as he arched his back, hands returning to the brunette's shoulders to hold on.
The reflection of himself in the mirror behind his lover was a sight to behold.
Leveling a half-lidded, lust filled gaze on the parallel version of him that stared back at him with the same hot look over Matt's shoulder, Mello couldn't look away from himself. Couldn't tear his eyes away from the way the only article of clothing, being his leather vest, on his body was hanging open and falling off his left shoulder. The paleness of skin along his throat and collar decorated in purple bruises left from the loving attention of Matt's mouth.
The way his black painted nails dung into the clothed skin of Matt's shoulders, before shifting to grip at his upper arms as he gave a particularly good grind downward. His sculptured nose, flushed face, sweat beading along his flesh. The arch of his back, his damp hair clinging to his cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.
Oh, Jesus, what had Matt turned him into?
At the sight of himself and the continuing motions of Matt's muscles hidden underneath his thin, striped shirt as he aided the blond in his endeavor, all Mello could rationally think about was, God, why is he still wearing those stupid goggles!
A hand snaked up to the back of the auburn brunette's neck, fingers tangling into the short, messy locks. His hand gripped the wet hair tightly as he rotated his hips slowly, tossing his head back and releasing a silent moan at the combined feeling of being blissfully stuffed and the scratchy denim his ass was continuing to rub against, Matt's belt buckle digging into the tender flesh of his inner thigh.
It had been awhile since their last bodily tryst. It wasn't because they were lacking stamina. Gods no! They believed they had more stamina than the average non-gay couple did. None of that four-second-thrust-and-go kind of stamina that was really like an axe to someone's ego, let alone a man's. The reason they didn't act on their urges when they arose, was that they had been swept away with more tasks that didn't involve the sweet reward of sex.
Ten out of Ten, it was Mello's obsession with catching Kira.
Mello gripped Matt's arm firmly, his eyes falling closed as he bent forward slightly, biting his lip and moving with the auburn brunette as he worked him back onto his knees. His hold on auburn hair tightened at the friction of the hot appendage moving within his body. Mello's mouth opened, face contorted as he tried savoring the intense feeling, whimpering mindlessly as he rose.
He nearly whined quite loudly as Matt slid from his passage completely and on purpose, but then again the gamer never did anything unless it was on purpose. He was a die-hard strategist with no means of being an amateur. The blond stifled his noise hurriedly with the back of his hand. The only sound that came from his parted lips was a dieing gasp at the lost of warmth and friction.
However, he couldn't quiet the vulgar moan that tumbled from his swollen lips as he felt him pressing back into his entrance, body trembling and making his toes curl as his feet draped over the side of the seat. The thickness of Matt's member and the way that it slipped past the tight ring of muscle of his entrance was a god-given gift to him and him alone.
He began panting, clenching his eyes shut as he felt the welcomed penetration. Fingers tightened in hair, nails digging into the striped material of the auburn brunette's shirt as he released a few whimpers amidst the overbearing control of having no oxygen in his lungs. At that moment, he was fine with the world, especially the cold metal of the belt buckle biting into his skin.
Matt expertly guided him back down onto his lap, fingers flexing at the bare mid-drift he held onto. A heavenly feeling rushed through him as his lover became impaled on him for the umpteenth time. The way his inner walls milked him, begging for more, begging for whatever he was willing to give.
With his face buried in the center of Mello's chest, panting heavily as he rocked his hips upward in a restrained fashion, Matt nipped at the pale skin beneath his lips, sucking lightly until another purplish discoloration had blossomed. Marking Mello's lithe figure was one of his favorite past times, that was when he was able to get the blond away from the damn computers long enough to get what he wanted from him.
No matter how many times Matt entered Mello, he knew it couldn't-or rather wouldn't-compare to the first time all those years ago. Though they'd both been in a haze of a drunken stupor, they had been in their right minds-somewhat.
At least he wished they had. He hoped they had.
Then again, thinking of the past at a time like the present wasn't very wise.
Over the years, the memory had dimmed, but the feelings remained. Matt loved Mello. Absolutely and irreversibly loved him to the depths of his soul.
"Too loud…do you want the manager to hear you?" He huffed hotly against Mello's bare chest he'd revealed as he unzipped the leather vest leisurely.
Maybe the leather was the cause of the unleash in sexual tension. Kira, he loved Mello in all that sleek vinyl. Enjoyed the way it clung to all the right places. Argh, it was always the leather! Yet this time, he really believed it wasn't the leather that Mello wore. It could have been because it had been too long already as it was since the last time they'd been intertwined shameless like this.
Sucking on a patch of skin near one of Mello's nipples, Matt had the blond lifting up again.
"Nah-MATT! Stop that!" Mello growled as Matt caught the dusky nipple between his lips as he lowered the blond with shaking fingers, rolling his hips and thrusting upward for good measure, leaving the blond to squirm and mewl breathlessly.
Matt wasn't a good dog when he disobeyed. Though Mello found himself not caring as warmth spread through him at the contact of the auburn brunette's tongue flicking against his skin, teeth pressing down enough to send sharp sensations bouncing all throughout him.
He was overly excited. They both were. And strangely enough was the fact that they were having sex.
Wait-no, no, no...
That wasn't what was strange. No. That was normal, actually. It was the reality that they were fucking in one of the dressing rooms of a local department store. A woman's dressing room to be frank. And they hadn't bothered to even get the groceries they had come to get.
Well, it was more or less to replenish their stash of chocolate and Vodka. Matt having trounced after Mello for the prospect of gaining a six pack of his favorite cheapest beer and a magazine. So typical.
"Of course, I don't want to be heard-AH!" He moaned noisily as Matt filled him completely, rocking his hips upward to slip further into the blond's willing body.
Matt grinned, his eyes half closed in ecstasy as Mello rode him. The only thing killing him was the fact that they had decided to take it slow and quiet, or well, Mello had actually. Honestly, didn't Mello know he loved it when they were loud and rough? When they fucked each other senseless throughout the different parts of their three room apartment? When the headboard was slamming into the wall behind the bed?
It was tough watching the blond. But then watching him do his best at keeping quiet, had its rewards, too.
"Mello, you're doing a rather poor job of being subtle," he warned with a stern voice, nevertheless as a leer turned his lips. He shifted his hips again, thrusting into the blond's enthusiastic body, "You do know that if we're caught, we'll be banned from this store."
He couldn't help but tease. Mello was looking more asinine as he tossed his head back, blond hair stuck to his forehead with patches of sweat. The sight was something he hadn't seen in what seemed like a long time.
Straightening, Mello scowled as best as he could at Matt through his messy bangs. "Damn you! AH!" He released a moan through gritted teeth, hissing in almost protest as Matt lifted him up again.
His insides were on fire with the feel of his Matt's length sliding out of him. It was a feeling that consumed his thought process far greatly than it should have. He was sure he'd lost a few good IQ points. As Matt lowered him in that ever slow speed, Mello found his brain cursing in a way that mirrored the obscene words that rolled off his lips in near breathless abandon.
If he'd just known how much it was killing him now, then he wouldn't have suggested they be quiet. Wouldn't have argued to the depths of his soul that staying silent was the best solution. When he was resting back in Matt's lap, his body engulfed the auburn brunette's stiffness with a hunger that only could be satiated in a way that Matt wouldn't comply to. Not after the way he'd yelled at him to be the one to keep them both quiet.
"I don't know how I got into this!" Mello whimpered, his breath heavy and shallow. He was trying to hold back the urges to quicken their tempo, to ride Matt the way he had done so over the past years of their relationship. He wanted the auburn brunette deep in him, devouring him completely. It was so overpowering. So deathly overpowering.
Matt raised a brow as he nibbled a trail of kisses in circles around the pale pectoral flesh, a few more hickies having appeared. Mello knew very well how he'd gotten haphazardly undressed, how they'd clambered their way to a secluded area of the women's dressing rooms, how he'd argued to ride him instead.
Mello knew.
It was his idea after all. Always his idea. Always in control. He was the decision-maker after all.
And Matt followed his every whim.
Wanna fuck? Sure.
Keep us quiet? Damnit.
To show his lover that he didn't believe him, Matt grinned malevolently as he decided on teasing the blond to the point he'd remember.
Or at least admit he knew how they'd gotten into this situation, "Easy…I can show you how…"
A hand left Mello's waist, sprawling across heated flesh toward an area Mello had claimed off limits from the beginning. At once, Mello released a self-satisfied moan that purred from his mouth as his knees shook with enough force to make him loose his balance. "Hhhn, Mail!" He fell forward against Matt's clothed chest, body quivering as he saw spots in his vision just from a single touch. His breathing was labored as he clung to the auburn brunette as said person toyed with him tenderly.
Mello's hands found purchase on his shoulders, filed nails, painted a shiny coat of black, dug into his cloth covered skin as he tossed back his head, releasing a low groan. Watching Mello was always quite the turn-on or in this case enough to make him ache a little more. Throb just a little harder with the increase of blood racing to every part of his body but his brain.
Matt found himself chuckling at the response he received. He nuzzled his nose into damp blond tendrils as he altered his ministrations slightly, caressing Mello's length with the rough palm of his hand. Rough from years of a fierce handling of a gun, yet the pads of his fingers were smooth from the soft plastic of a controller. It was the same, trivial touch he'd used over the years, pleasing him to the brink of insanity.
Mello couldn't hold in his moan this time, his teeth nibbling at the corner of his lip as he lolled his head to the side to stare at Matt with a powerful, unadulterated look of complete desire that fueled Matt's hand. The auburn brunette's fingers expertly encircled the blond's throbbing erection that continued to rub against Matt's lower stomach, pushing and bunching the hem of his shirt up, the appendage grazing against his bare navel a time or two.
Was this torture?
He massaged the throbbing member with a light touch, fingers working the circulated blood, keeping it pumping. From base to head, he moved his hand, rubbing along the prominent vein down the velvety underside. Matt peaked a glance at Mello.
The blond was mostly likely in complete euphoria. It had been a while since Matt had given him a decent handjob that lacked completion, even with all the interruptions.
His thumb smoothed over the head of Mello's erection, smudging the pearlescent liquid that had gathered there. The blond whimpered, his back arching as he pressed his hips forward and more into Matt's demanding hold.
At that moment, he didn't give a fuck if this had no connection as to how they had ended up in a ladies' dressing room. He was just looking for a means to get what he wanted. A rough and rowdy time. Matt's lips curled on a smirk, his face drenched in sweat, auburn locked sticking to his cheeks. His fingers encircled the base of Mello's length with a tight fist as the blond rose up onto his knees, not allowing Matt to slide completely from him this time.
Matt leaned forward, whispering hotly as he flicked his tongue along his teeth, "It started with something along the lines of this-" He lightly fingered the blond without moving his hand, pleasuring the underside of his cock graciously.
Though his hand had roughened as time had elapsed…the adoration he felt was still present.
Closing his eyes against a rush of affection, Matt inhaled Mello's scent that he found an aphrodisiac in itself. "Mihael," he whispered hoarsely, his throat tightening.
God, if there was one, how he desperately wished he could screw Mello the way he wanted to, though the restriction said blond had placed on this bout of sex irritated him to no end. Then again, this gave him a very intriguing challenge. One he was willing to take. A challenge of trying to make Mello ride him shamelessly, screaming out his name. He smirked.
It was kind of like finally facing Th'uban.
Though he didn't have six days to prepare his party members. And this wasn't just some kind of video game. This was Mello.
A blond ex-mafia leader, who just begged to be fucked senseless every time he slipped on those leathers of his. Matt clenched his teeth, shifting almost uncomfortably on the plastic bench as he erection throbbed, the inner walls of Mello's heat contracting deliciously around him.
Mello continued to pant, releasing a toe-curling moan every time Matt raked his fingernails lightly along him. Unbeknownst to the blond of Matt's place of thoughts, Mello interminably tried to keep himself as quiet as he could. And in truth if Matt kept what he was doing up, he'd have to scold the auburn brunette after they were done.
Matt snickered as he licked at a patch of glittering skin belong Mello's jaw, damp with perspiration, his hand ongoing with its task. Teasing had been his main agenda, but hearing Mello's near breathless pants of raging desire as he hugged and moved his half naked body against his, twisted his insides to the edge of a uncontrollable volcano. He chuckled throatily, squeezing his eyes shut as Mello rose again.
"Stop laughing!" The blond whimpered, breath short, heart pulsating in his chest. His knees were weak as Matt sustained a constant slow rhythm along the length of his member. His body shuddered against his will when he tried lowering himself, Matt being much of no help to him as of now, too preoccupied with his cock most likely. Pfft. "I don't like it-NAH-when you laugh at me. You know I hate it!"
"I'm not laughing at you, my candied sweet," Matt purred affectionately into Mello's hair, hand embracing him in the most intimate way possible.
His body was slick with perspiration from their actions and they both didn't expect the blond to loose his balance on the bench. It happened rather quick as one of Mello's knees slipped off the edge of the plastic seating while he tried to carefully lower himself onto Matt's length.
The auburn brunette let out a guttural moan, tossing his head back against the backing of the cubicle as Mello's sunk down on him with his entire weight behind the force. Mindlessly, he wondered if he'd cracked the mirror with his skull with the strength he'd hit it with. He was overwhelmed completely as Mello's passage engulfed him entirely, milking him to the point he thought he'd go mad.
It was torture. Certifiable torture.
Mello found himself arching back, releasing a pure euphoric noise that cut the silence between them, increasing their mingled pants. "Nn, Mail."
Matt grasped a hold of the blond's hips as he met a caramel gaze, their chests rising and falling just alike. They were the same. And in truth they had been from the very beginning of their relationship, no matter who toted the gun in the waistline of his black low-riding leathers or who was the man with the get-a-way vehicle. They were identical in every shape and form, carved from the same mold. It was amazing how they were like puzzle pieces, connecting together in the right way that made them perfect.
Matt was shocked at what he saw sparkling in Mello's eyes, a glimmer he noticed had only arisen on two separate occasions during their long relationship. His pulse sped up and he swallowed deeply. Mello was on the verge of telling him something that he knew would be the end of their 'quiet rendezvous' in the dressing room.
He trembled in expectation, longing to hear the softly spoken words that turned him into a raging animal. Though they didn't come as fast as one would think they would, Matt was prepared to wait an entire lifetime at the blond's side to hear the three little words. It didn't bother him that Mello wasn't the type of person to spout them off with flippant grace. No. It didn't bug him at all.
Mello's mouth parted, his sensual, pink lips trembling as he inhaled shakily. "Matt…" His words were whispered, but Matt still heard him, though he believed that to be a miracle since his heart was beating out of control.
"Mello," he trembled. Would he say them? Those words that turned him weak.
Would he hear that throaty voice tell him his real emotions?
As the blond began his sentence on a shaky groan, eyes adverted, Matt knew for a fact that Mello wouldn't. Mello was a prideful person, but a coward on the inside when it came to matters of the heart.
"We need to finish up, Matt," Mello whispered, fingers gripping the auburn brunette's arms tightly as his body's entrance clasped around Matt's length hotly.
At once, Matt had captured the blond's lips against his own, moving with ravenous intent, silencing the blond. Mello complied all too willingly, massaging their mouths together as he wound his arms around the auburn brunette's neck to pull him closer, deepening the kiss and allowing Matt to purge his mouth with his exploring tongue.
For long minutes, Mello sucked the moist, hot appendage, nursing it, lavishing it with his own tongue, before permitting Matt to start the waging war between their tongues again, as they inhaled sharply through their noses to keep the contact as much as possible.
It wasn't a shock to neither of them when Mello was the one to break the kiss off, a thin trail of saliva connecting their mouths together. He was a loss for breath and control as he repositioned his leg onto the plastic seating again. Matt whimpered, dropping his head to the blond's shoulder to stifle his moaned urges, his dull nails almost digging into the soft flesh of Mello's hips just above the prominent hipbones. Matt's knuckles turned white and he was sure there would be bruises the next day from his harsh touch.
"I'm getting hungry-AH!" Mello gasped as Matt sunk his teeth into creamy skin, eliciting as much from Mello as he could, or at least what the blond would let him. Panting as he bit his own lip to keep the sounds he so wanted to make at bay, he watched his reflection in the mirror. Moaning at the image of the simply erotic scene of the two of them, Mello shoved half-heartedly at Matt's arms, trying to dislodge him and trying to draw him under his skin at the same time.
Matt closed his mouth around more of the scared flesh of Mello's left shoulder, licking the puckered skin, knowing Mello wouldn't be able to resist him. Mello had always had those sensitive spots. Hot spots all over his body. But after the incident that Matt still didn't know about to full extent, Mello's scar had become somewhat of a tender spot on him.
"Nngh, Matt!" Mello moaned, arching into the auburn brunette's mouth. "I...I need chocolate!"
Matt growled, releasing the mouthful he had on Mello's shoulder, somehow finding himself taking pity on the blond as he shifted his hips upward, thrusting gently into the soft body that caressed and milked him on an arousing level. He enjoyed listening to Mello release a sharp growled moan that purred from him as he tried to hold it back as quickly as he could.
Mello swatted at Matt's messy auburn brunette haired head, "Stop that! We'll be caught for sure!" He groaned with embarrassment, face flushed a darker red. Sometimes he wished Matt would obey, but it's true that you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
"You can have your stupid chocolate in a minute," Matt mumbled, hand returning to caressing Mello's length, yet it was more feverish. Matt was reaching his borderline of patience with being silent. He was horny and he wanted Mello to scream his name.
Groaning back obscene words that nearly rolled off his tongue as Mello's body tightened around him, Matt decided two hands would make Mello forget their earlier agreement. The blond flung back his head, arching against Matt's chest as he found purchase of the auburn brunette's shoulders to hold on to. Matt was playing with fire and Mello was sure to get burned.
Being rather forward, Matt tightened his grip on Mello's length, pumping him harder than he would have at the beginning of this tryst. He was worn-out of being subtle and by the reaction he received from Mello as he was persistent on taking his lover to the edge, he purposed that so was the blond.
His wrists kicked his hands up another tempo as he attempted to reallocate himself under Mello's body, driving his lover into another level of arousal. The blond closed his eyes tightly, mouth dropped open from a drawn out whimper that had his body shaking wildly.
"MATT!"
He let loose his first loud scream of the auburn brunette's name, as his body tensed up in that blissful way, letting him know he was close. And, God, he wished Matt would hurry up! He hugged the auburn brunette against him, rocking his body feverishly with his lover, feeling the scratchy material of Matt's clothes rubbing into his delicate skin. It only served to make him more stimulated than before.
"Any louder and I won't care if we're caught." It had been many years since he'd tried this much to make Mello loose control, Mello realized. His hips thrusted upward, slipping deeper into the wet heat of Mello's willing body. Matt turned cobalt eyes to watch Mello's features as he tried to find his breath that had been lost when he'd reclaimed Mello's taunt nipple between his teeth.
"You're so obscene when you're riding me. Sometimes I just can't help myself," he mumbled huskily as he switched to the other rosy tipped nipple, sucking and ravishing it like it was an apple from the gods. And maybe, Mello was…
"NAH, MORE!" Mello growled between pursed lips as he found himself letting go of all barriers and restrictions. Matt had most defiantly brought him over to the dark side, that handed out free goodie bags when you walked through the front doors. "Oh, Matty!"
Matt started spreading open-mouth kisses along the exposed flesh of Mello's neck as the leather vest slipped off the blond's shoulders, catching at the crooks of his elbows. "What about us being quiet? Hmm?" He released a chuckle as he went to remove his hands from their current agenda, but was stopped completely with a strong grip on his hair.
Mello was panting heavily, expression a mix between arousal and irritation. He fisted Matt's hair, jerking his head away from his chest to allow the auburn brunette a full glimpse of his seething glare. "If you don't finish this-I'll make you!"
"Hey! What's going on?" A muted voice sliced the tense air surreptitiously between the two as the entrance to the dressing rooms opened. They were silent as what sounded like the clothing department manager stepped into the room, that was filled with a long stretch of cubicles for changing.
"Don't go in there!" A woman whined as she followed the manager, the door closing behind her.
Mello scrunched up his nose, glaring down at his lover with caramel eyes. "See! Look what you've gotten us into!" He hissed inaudibly between his clenched teeth, adding to his words with a harsh tug on Matt's hair.
The auburn brunette let out a long sigh, his gaze trained on Mello, eyes serious as he flexed his fingers, tightening his hold on Mello in that way that was beyond intimate. "Don't just blame me, Mells," he spoke as Mello released a persuading moan, features melting to one of complete pleasure.
"Hey! C'mon get out of there!" The door to the dressing room they were in shook as the man banged on it with a fist. "I know you're in there! Get out!"
Matt met Mello's now half-lidded gaze, arousal swimming around in the depths of the caramel irises. "I guess we've been had, huh?" He chuckled, closing his eyes against the rush of disappointment that filled his veins.
It was bound to have happened, he just thought it might have been after he'd finally gotten Mello to loose his cool. During the heated sex he knew they would have been entangled in should the blond dropped all restrictions. "We should-"
Mello's grip on his hair strengthened, jerking his head to the side. Matt's eyes shot open sharply as he freed a hissed version of Mello's name from his lips in anger. The blond tried to breathe, his body convulsing with the tingling of desire crammed into his loosening confines. He'd liberated the boundaries he'd set earlier and he just waited 'til the moment Matt would take him over the brink.
He tugged on the auburn brunette's hair again, growling in irritation as Matt tried to weasel his way out of the blond's grip. "Not yet!" Mello seethed. "Finish it, Mail!"
Matt's eyes widened as he looked up at his lover, eyebrows hidden under a mass of messy auburn bangs stuck to his forehead with drying sweat, the store manager and assistant forgotten completely. He felt his heart beat faster, just by staring at the aggravated, but invigorated expression turning Mello's features.
Was Mello agreeing to throw caution to the wind?
"But, Mello-!" He went to protest, unsure of why his morals had decided to kick in.
In fact, he was past the point of just doing what was expected of him in society. And apparently so was Mello, but when he heard the distinct cock of the Magnum's safety, he was shocked at the sudden charge of blood that fled to his groin. He bit the inside of his cheek to stifle the pleasurable groan that wanted to be heard as he met Mello's gaze and the barrel of the polished gun.
"I thought you left that at home," Matt observed, his voice hoarse and cracked on the last syllables of his words.
"Hn, finish what you start-or I put a bullet through your head." Mello's features twisted into a gloating sneer, a bead of sweat trickling down the brim of his nose as his white teeth sparkled under the artificial light of the dressing room. He tapped Matt's cheek with the cold metal of the Magnum, yanking in the opposite direction with his other hand, fisted in Matt's hair. He grinned. "You don't want that, trust me."
"And how did you keep that thing from me?" Matt wondered out loud, grunting in pain as he let his head get jerked again. "I mean, really, Mells. How did you grab it?"
Mello growled and pressed the barrel against Matt's head with a heavy force. His was getting angry, but that didn't bother him. They always fought, even in the midst of sexual activities. "Matt, do it! Or you'll find a hole in your skull!"
Matt panted audibly as he scrunched up his nose, trying. This was the Mello he knew.
"Mello-"
"DO IT!" Mello screeched, his voice raising in fury as he pressed the Magnum to Matt's head forcefully. Though it died quickly as their position switched rapidly, his shoulder blades slamming onto the cold tile flooring of the dressing room, his spine arched in an odd angle as his discarded leathers were piled beneath his lower back.
He turned glowing eyes to Matt as another grin spread his lips, "Matty…" he purred seductively as he dropped the gun to the floor, arms encircling Matt's neck. "…finally. Don't bother being gentle."
Matt found himself smirking down at his lover. Yes. This was the person he loved. This was him.
"I don't plan on it."
Neither of them heard the raised voice of the department store manager as he banged on the dressing room door. "Go get security!"
Leaning up, Matt tugged his orange goggles from his head and tossed them over his shoulder, before dipping down to take Mello's mouth roughly against his. Mello panted, whining in the back of his throat as Matt swallowed his every sound, even as he darted his tongue in and out of his mouth hotly.
When the kiss broke, Matt let out a vulgar moan that mingled with the almost identical one that Mello breathed, as he slid from Mello's entrance. Mello hugged him as he arched, a slender, naked thigh rubbing up against his hips, toes hooking into the loosened waistline of his jeans, pushing them over the rise of his ass. They collected in a bunch at the bend of Matt's knees. They panted hard, as Matt marveled how much they had forgotten how they had been very well entangled together like this. Though that train of thought flew out the window as Matt gripped at the tile floor and he drove himself back into Mello's slick heat fast.
"NAH! MATT!" Mello snarled out, arching his back more as he trembled with excitement, his hands falling away from the auburn brunette's neck. He tried to find purchase on the wall that was somewhere near his head, laying his palms flat against the plastic siding and pushing back down. The action brought Matt deeper into him just before he pulled out.
The auburn brunette heard Mello protest with a breathless whine. He listened to that whine turn into a satisfied purr as he thrusted back into Mello. Panting, he held back his own noises, enjoying the delicate music that the blond sang. As Matt went to pull back, Mello's bare legs wrapped around the small of his back, pushing him down. He slipped further into the blond and he couldn't keep the jumbled moan at bay.
In the mass of tangled, sweaty flesh, Matt's hand found purchase around Mello's length, pumping it for all he was worth as they rocked against each other. The blond whimpered, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth as he felt each and every thrust that his lover made.
"Nngh!" he turned his head to the side, resting his cheek against the cold floor, a thin trail of saliva rolled off his lips. In all honestly he was rather glad he'd said fuck to being quiet. They'd been caught already, so there was no point really.
Matt panted heavily, thrusting harder into Mello, enjoying his harmonious reward. "So, hngh, good."
Mello's thoughts were caught off guard as he felt Matt press up against him, rocking into him deeper than he thought was possible. Tightening his trembling legs around Matt's body more, Mello nearly-actually, he did-screamed when that sweet spot hidden within his body was hit.
The force that ran through him shook him to his foundations, and was increased as Matt continued to use his hand to pleasure him more. He couldn't control the raging emotions nor the tightening of his insides, and he believed he didn't want to.
It was most probably then that the two found their limits, breaking past the barriers of sanity and flying blindly into the world of madness. It caressed them with a whitening touch that had them trembling so much when they had crested over the hill, falling out of the sky, screams mingling together.
Matt was sprawled on top of his lover's glistening body, quietly listening as the two breathed in oxygen like they had been deprived of it for a lifetime. Kissing a sweaty patch of skin, just below Mello's earlobe. "Are you satisfied now?"
Chuckling, Mello entwined his fingers into Matt's damp hair, enjoying the feel of Matt's half clothed body resting on him. "Once more…then ask me that…"
He laughed softly, breathing almost evenly, but he turned serious when a thought came to him. "Hey, Mello?" At his lover's lazy-sounding mumbled reply to go on, Matt lifted his head. "Were you really going to shoot me?”
Mello didn't get a chance to answer nor the chance to grab his gun as the door to the dressing room slammed open, two rent-a-cops busting into the small cubicle, the manager right behind them, glaring.
Originally Posted to: FanFiction.net on June 22, 2008.
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Death Note
Type: Anime/Manga
Characters/Pairing: Matt/Mello
Word Count: 5,804
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Warning: NSFW, PWP
Summary: On an outing for groceries that never get bought, Mello and Matt have sexual contact in a woman's dressing room of the clothing department.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note nor the characters, just borrowing them from Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata for a little while.
Author's Notes: This is strictly PWP, and was first posted to FFN in June of 2008, then later taken down in May of 2012.
View Also on: AO3
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Their bodies met with a grueling slowness as the blond lowered himself down onto the auburn brunette. His palms slipped as they lost their hold of the plastic siding of the small cubicle. He was out of breath, panting heavily as he arched his back, hands returning to the brunette's shoulders to hold on.
The reflection of himself in the mirror behind his lover was a sight to behold.
Leveling a half-lidded, lust filled gaze on the parallel version of him that stared back at him with the same hot look over Matt's shoulder, Mello couldn't look away from himself. Couldn't tear his eyes away from the way the only article of clothing, being his leather vest, on his body was hanging open and falling off his left shoulder. The paleness of skin along his throat and collar decorated in purple bruises left from the loving attention of Matt's mouth.
The way his black painted nails dung into the clothed skin of Matt's shoulders, before shifting to grip at his upper arms as he gave a particularly good grind downward. His sculptured nose, flushed face, sweat beading along his flesh. The arch of his back, his damp hair clinging to his cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.
Oh, Jesus, what had Matt turned him into?
At the sight of himself and the continuing motions of Matt's muscles hidden underneath his thin, striped shirt as he aided the blond in his endeavor, all Mello could rationally think about was, God, why is he still wearing those stupid goggles!
A hand snaked up to the back of the auburn brunette's neck, fingers tangling into the short, messy locks. His hand gripped the wet hair tightly as he rotated his hips slowly, tossing his head back and releasing a silent moan at the combined feeling of being blissfully stuffed and the scratchy denim his ass was continuing to rub against, Matt's belt buckle digging into the tender flesh of his inner thigh.
It had been awhile since their last bodily tryst. It wasn't because they were lacking stamina. Gods no! They believed they had more stamina than the average non-gay couple did. None of that four-second-thrust-and-go kind of stamina that was really like an axe to someone's ego, let alone a man's. The reason they didn't act on their urges when they arose, was that they had been swept away with more tasks that didn't involve the sweet reward of sex.
Ten out of Ten, it was Mello's obsession with catching Kira.
Mello gripped Matt's arm firmly, his eyes falling closed as he bent forward slightly, biting his lip and moving with the auburn brunette as he worked him back onto his knees. His hold on auburn hair tightened at the friction of the hot appendage moving within his body. Mello's mouth opened, face contorted as he tried savoring the intense feeling, whimpering mindlessly as he rose.
He nearly whined quite loudly as Matt slid from his passage completely and on purpose, but then again the gamer never did anything unless it was on purpose. He was a die-hard strategist with no means of being an amateur. The blond stifled his noise hurriedly with the back of his hand. The only sound that came from his parted lips was a dieing gasp at the lost of warmth and friction.
However, he couldn't quiet the vulgar moan that tumbled from his swollen lips as he felt him pressing back into his entrance, body trembling and making his toes curl as his feet draped over the side of the seat. The thickness of Matt's member and the way that it slipped past the tight ring of muscle of his entrance was a god-given gift to him and him alone.
He began panting, clenching his eyes shut as he felt the welcomed penetration. Fingers tightened in hair, nails digging into the striped material of the auburn brunette's shirt as he released a few whimpers amidst the overbearing control of having no oxygen in his lungs. At that moment, he was fine with the world, especially the cold metal of the belt buckle biting into his skin.
Matt expertly guided him back down onto his lap, fingers flexing at the bare mid-drift he held onto. A heavenly feeling rushed through him as his lover became impaled on him for the umpteenth time. The way his inner walls milked him, begging for more, begging for whatever he was willing to give.
With his face buried in the center of Mello's chest, panting heavily as he rocked his hips upward in a restrained fashion, Matt nipped at the pale skin beneath his lips, sucking lightly until another purplish discoloration had blossomed. Marking Mello's lithe figure was one of his favorite past times, that was when he was able to get the blond away from the damn computers long enough to get what he wanted from him.
No matter how many times Matt entered Mello, he knew it couldn't-or rather wouldn't-compare to the first time all those years ago. Though they'd both been in a haze of a drunken stupor, they had been in their right minds-somewhat.
At least he wished they had. He hoped they had.
Then again, thinking of the past at a time like the present wasn't very wise.
Over the years, the memory had dimmed, but the feelings remained. Matt loved Mello. Absolutely and irreversibly loved him to the depths of his soul.
"Too loud…do you want the manager to hear you?" He huffed hotly against Mello's bare chest he'd revealed as he unzipped the leather vest leisurely.
Maybe the leather was the cause of the unleash in sexual tension. Kira, he loved Mello in all that sleek vinyl. Enjoyed the way it clung to all the right places. Argh, it was always the leather! Yet this time, he really believed it wasn't the leather that Mello wore. It could have been because it had been too long already as it was since the last time they'd been intertwined shameless like this.
Sucking on a patch of skin near one of Mello's nipples, Matt had the blond lifting up again.
"Nah-MATT! Stop that!" Mello growled as Matt caught the dusky nipple between his lips as he lowered the blond with shaking fingers, rolling his hips and thrusting upward for good measure, leaving the blond to squirm and mewl breathlessly.
Matt wasn't a good dog when he disobeyed. Though Mello found himself not caring as warmth spread through him at the contact of the auburn brunette's tongue flicking against his skin, teeth pressing down enough to send sharp sensations bouncing all throughout him.
He was overly excited. They both were. And strangely enough was the fact that they were having sex.
Wait-no, no, no...
That wasn't what was strange. No. That was normal, actually. It was the reality that they were fucking in one of the dressing rooms of a local department store. A woman's dressing room to be frank. And they hadn't bothered to even get the groceries they had come to get.
Well, it was more or less to replenish their stash of chocolate and Vodka. Matt having trounced after Mello for the prospect of gaining a six pack of his favorite cheapest beer and a magazine. So typical.
"Of course, I don't want to be heard-AH!" He moaned noisily as Matt filled him completely, rocking his hips upward to slip further into the blond's willing body.
Matt grinned, his eyes half closed in ecstasy as Mello rode him. The only thing killing him was the fact that they had decided to take it slow and quiet, or well, Mello had actually. Honestly, didn't Mello know he loved it when they were loud and rough? When they fucked each other senseless throughout the different parts of their three room apartment? When the headboard was slamming into the wall behind the bed?
It was tough watching the blond. But then watching him do his best at keeping quiet, had its rewards, too.
"Mello, you're doing a rather poor job of being subtle," he warned with a stern voice, nevertheless as a leer turned his lips. He shifted his hips again, thrusting into the blond's enthusiastic body, "You do know that if we're caught, we'll be banned from this store."
He couldn't help but tease. Mello was looking more asinine as he tossed his head back, blond hair stuck to his forehead with patches of sweat. The sight was something he hadn't seen in what seemed like a long time.
Straightening, Mello scowled as best as he could at Matt through his messy bangs. "Damn you! AH!" He released a moan through gritted teeth, hissing in almost protest as Matt lifted him up again.
His insides were on fire with the feel of his Matt's length sliding out of him. It was a feeling that consumed his thought process far greatly than it should have. He was sure he'd lost a few good IQ points. As Matt lowered him in that ever slow speed, Mello found his brain cursing in a way that mirrored the obscene words that rolled off his lips in near breathless abandon.
If he'd just known how much it was killing him now, then he wouldn't have suggested they be quiet. Wouldn't have argued to the depths of his soul that staying silent was the best solution. When he was resting back in Matt's lap, his body engulfed the auburn brunette's stiffness with a hunger that only could be satiated in a way that Matt wouldn't comply to. Not after the way he'd yelled at him to be the one to keep them both quiet.
"I don't know how I got into this!" Mello whimpered, his breath heavy and shallow. He was trying to hold back the urges to quicken their tempo, to ride Matt the way he had done so over the past years of their relationship. He wanted the auburn brunette deep in him, devouring him completely. It was so overpowering. So deathly overpowering.
Matt raised a brow as he nibbled a trail of kisses in circles around the pale pectoral flesh, a few more hickies having appeared. Mello knew very well how he'd gotten haphazardly undressed, how they'd clambered their way to a secluded area of the women's dressing rooms, how he'd argued to ride him instead.
Mello knew.
It was his idea after all. Always his idea. Always in control. He was the decision-maker after all.
And Matt followed his every whim.
Wanna fuck? Sure.
Keep us quiet? Damnit.
To show his lover that he didn't believe him, Matt grinned malevolently as he decided on teasing the blond to the point he'd remember.
Or at least admit he knew how they'd gotten into this situation, "Easy…I can show you how…"
A hand left Mello's waist, sprawling across heated flesh toward an area Mello had claimed off limits from the beginning. At once, Mello released a self-satisfied moan that purred from his mouth as his knees shook with enough force to make him loose his balance. "Hhhn, Mail!" He fell forward against Matt's clothed chest, body quivering as he saw spots in his vision just from a single touch. His breathing was labored as he clung to the auburn brunette as said person toyed with him tenderly.
Mello's hands found purchase on his shoulders, filed nails, painted a shiny coat of black, dug into his cloth covered skin as he tossed back his head, releasing a low groan. Watching Mello was always quite the turn-on or in this case enough to make him ache a little more. Throb just a little harder with the increase of blood racing to every part of his body but his brain.
Matt found himself chuckling at the response he received. He nuzzled his nose into damp blond tendrils as he altered his ministrations slightly, caressing Mello's length with the rough palm of his hand. Rough from years of a fierce handling of a gun, yet the pads of his fingers were smooth from the soft plastic of a controller. It was the same, trivial touch he'd used over the years, pleasing him to the brink of insanity.
Mello couldn't hold in his moan this time, his teeth nibbling at the corner of his lip as he lolled his head to the side to stare at Matt with a powerful, unadulterated look of complete desire that fueled Matt's hand. The auburn brunette's fingers expertly encircled the blond's throbbing erection that continued to rub against Matt's lower stomach, pushing and bunching the hem of his shirt up, the appendage grazing against his bare navel a time or two.
Was this torture?
He massaged the throbbing member with a light touch, fingers working the circulated blood, keeping it pumping. From base to head, he moved his hand, rubbing along the prominent vein down the velvety underside. Matt peaked a glance at Mello.
The blond was mostly likely in complete euphoria. It had been a while since Matt had given him a decent handjob that lacked completion, even with all the interruptions.
His thumb smoothed over the head of Mello's erection, smudging the pearlescent liquid that had gathered there. The blond whimpered, his back arching as he pressed his hips forward and more into Matt's demanding hold.
At that moment, he didn't give a fuck if this had no connection as to how they had ended up in a ladies' dressing room. He was just looking for a means to get what he wanted. A rough and rowdy time. Matt's lips curled on a smirk, his face drenched in sweat, auburn locked sticking to his cheeks. His fingers encircled the base of Mello's length with a tight fist as the blond rose up onto his knees, not allowing Matt to slide completely from him this time.
Matt leaned forward, whispering hotly as he flicked his tongue along his teeth, "It started with something along the lines of this-" He lightly fingered the blond without moving his hand, pleasuring the underside of his cock graciously.
Though his hand had roughened as time had elapsed…the adoration he felt was still present.
Closing his eyes against a rush of affection, Matt inhaled Mello's scent that he found an aphrodisiac in itself. "Mihael," he whispered hoarsely, his throat tightening.
God, if there was one, how he desperately wished he could screw Mello the way he wanted to, though the restriction said blond had placed on this bout of sex irritated him to no end. Then again, this gave him a very intriguing challenge. One he was willing to take. A challenge of trying to make Mello ride him shamelessly, screaming out his name. He smirked.
It was kind of like finally facing Th'uban.
Though he didn't have six days to prepare his party members. And this wasn't just some kind of video game. This was Mello.
A blond ex-mafia leader, who just begged to be fucked senseless every time he slipped on those leathers of his. Matt clenched his teeth, shifting almost uncomfortably on the plastic bench as he erection throbbed, the inner walls of Mello's heat contracting deliciously around him.
Mello continued to pant, releasing a toe-curling moan every time Matt raked his fingernails lightly along him. Unbeknownst to the blond of Matt's place of thoughts, Mello interminably tried to keep himself as quiet as he could. And in truth if Matt kept what he was doing up, he'd have to scold the auburn brunette after they were done.
Matt snickered as he licked at a patch of glittering skin belong Mello's jaw, damp with perspiration, his hand ongoing with its task. Teasing had been his main agenda, but hearing Mello's near breathless pants of raging desire as he hugged and moved his half naked body against his, twisted his insides to the edge of a uncontrollable volcano. He chuckled throatily, squeezing his eyes shut as Mello rose again.
"Stop laughing!" The blond whimpered, breath short, heart pulsating in his chest. His knees were weak as Matt sustained a constant slow rhythm along the length of his member. His body shuddered against his will when he tried lowering himself, Matt being much of no help to him as of now, too preoccupied with his cock most likely. Pfft. "I don't like it-NAH-when you laugh at me. You know I hate it!"
"I'm not laughing at you, my candied sweet," Matt purred affectionately into Mello's hair, hand embracing him in the most intimate way possible.
His body was slick with perspiration from their actions and they both didn't expect the blond to loose his balance on the bench. It happened rather quick as one of Mello's knees slipped off the edge of the plastic seating while he tried to carefully lower himself onto Matt's length.
The auburn brunette let out a guttural moan, tossing his head back against the backing of the cubicle as Mello's sunk down on him with his entire weight behind the force. Mindlessly, he wondered if he'd cracked the mirror with his skull with the strength he'd hit it with. He was overwhelmed completely as Mello's passage engulfed him entirely, milking him to the point he thought he'd go mad.
It was torture. Certifiable torture.
Mello found himself arching back, releasing a pure euphoric noise that cut the silence between them, increasing their mingled pants. "Nn, Mail."
Matt grasped a hold of the blond's hips as he met a caramel gaze, their chests rising and falling just alike. They were the same. And in truth they had been from the very beginning of their relationship, no matter who toted the gun in the waistline of his black low-riding leathers or who was the man with the get-a-way vehicle. They were identical in every shape and form, carved from the same mold. It was amazing how they were like puzzle pieces, connecting together in the right way that made them perfect.
Matt was shocked at what he saw sparkling in Mello's eyes, a glimmer he noticed had only arisen on two separate occasions during their long relationship. His pulse sped up and he swallowed deeply. Mello was on the verge of telling him something that he knew would be the end of their 'quiet rendezvous' in the dressing room.
He trembled in expectation, longing to hear the softly spoken words that turned him into a raging animal. Though they didn't come as fast as one would think they would, Matt was prepared to wait an entire lifetime at the blond's side to hear the three little words. It didn't bother him that Mello wasn't the type of person to spout them off with flippant grace. No. It didn't bug him at all.
Mello's mouth parted, his sensual, pink lips trembling as he inhaled shakily. "Matt…" His words were whispered, but Matt still heard him, though he believed that to be a miracle since his heart was beating out of control.
"Mello," he trembled. Would he say them? Those words that turned him weak.
Would he hear that throaty voice tell him his real emotions?
As the blond began his sentence on a shaky groan, eyes adverted, Matt knew for a fact that Mello wouldn't. Mello was a prideful person, but a coward on the inside when it came to matters of the heart.
"We need to finish up, Matt," Mello whispered, fingers gripping the auburn brunette's arms tightly as his body's entrance clasped around Matt's length hotly.
At once, Matt had captured the blond's lips against his own, moving with ravenous intent, silencing the blond. Mello complied all too willingly, massaging their mouths together as he wound his arms around the auburn brunette's neck to pull him closer, deepening the kiss and allowing Matt to purge his mouth with his exploring tongue.
For long minutes, Mello sucked the moist, hot appendage, nursing it, lavishing it with his own tongue, before permitting Matt to start the waging war between their tongues again, as they inhaled sharply through their noses to keep the contact as much as possible.
It wasn't a shock to neither of them when Mello was the one to break the kiss off, a thin trail of saliva connecting their mouths together. He was a loss for breath and control as he repositioned his leg onto the plastic seating again. Matt whimpered, dropping his head to the blond's shoulder to stifle his moaned urges, his dull nails almost digging into the soft flesh of Mello's hips just above the prominent hipbones. Matt's knuckles turned white and he was sure there would be bruises the next day from his harsh touch.
"I'm getting hungry-AH!" Mello gasped as Matt sunk his teeth into creamy skin, eliciting as much from Mello as he could, or at least what the blond would let him. Panting as he bit his own lip to keep the sounds he so wanted to make at bay, he watched his reflection in the mirror. Moaning at the image of the simply erotic scene of the two of them, Mello shoved half-heartedly at Matt's arms, trying to dislodge him and trying to draw him under his skin at the same time.
Matt closed his mouth around more of the scared flesh of Mello's left shoulder, licking the puckered skin, knowing Mello wouldn't be able to resist him. Mello had always had those sensitive spots. Hot spots all over his body. But after the incident that Matt still didn't know about to full extent, Mello's scar had become somewhat of a tender spot on him.
"Nngh, Matt!" Mello moaned, arching into the auburn brunette's mouth. "I...I need chocolate!"
Matt growled, releasing the mouthful he had on Mello's shoulder, somehow finding himself taking pity on the blond as he shifted his hips upward, thrusting gently into the soft body that caressed and milked him on an arousing level. He enjoyed listening to Mello release a sharp growled moan that purred from him as he tried to hold it back as quickly as he could.
Mello swatted at Matt's messy auburn brunette haired head, "Stop that! We'll be caught for sure!" He groaned with embarrassment, face flushed a darker red. Sometimes he wished Matt would obey, but it's true that you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
"You can have your stupid chocolate in a minute," Matt mumbled, hand returning to caressing Mello's length, yet it was more feverish. Matt was reaching his borderline of patience with being silent. He was horny and he wanted Mello to scream his name.
Groaning back obscene words that nearly rolled off his tongue as Mello's body tightened around him, Matt decided two hands would make Mello forget their earlier agreement. The blond flung back his head, arching against Matt's chest as he found purchase of the auburn brunette's shoulders to hold on to. Matt was playing with fire and Mello was sure to get burned.
Being rather forward, Matt tightened his grip on Mello's length, pumping him harder than he would have at the beginning of this tryst. He was worn-out of being subtle and by the reaction he received from Mello as he was persistent on taking his lover to the edge, he purposed that so was the blond.
His wrists kicked his hands up another tempo as he attempted to reallocate himself under Mello's body, driving his lover into another level of arousal. The blond closed his eyes tightly, mouth dropped open from a drawn out whimper that had his body shaking wildly.
"MATT!"
He let loose his first loud scream of the auburn brunette's name, as his body tensed up in that blissful way, letting him know he was close. And, God, he wished Matt would hurry up! He hugged the auburn brunette against him, rocking his body feverishly with his lover, feeling the scratchy material of Matt's clothes rubbing into his delicate skin. It only served to make him more stimulated than before.
"Any louder and I won't care if we're caught." It had been many years since he'd tried this much to make Mello loose control, Mello realized. His hips thrusted upward, slipping deeper into the wet heat of Mello's willing body. Matt turned cobalt eyes to watch Mello's features as he tried to find his breath that had been lost when he'd reclaimed Mello's taunt nipple between his teeth.
"You're so obscene when you're riding me. Sometimes I just can't help myself," he mumbled huskily as he switched to the other rosy tipped nipple, sucking and ravishing it like it was an apple from the gods. And maybe, Mello was…
"NAH, MORE!" Mello growled between pursed lips as he found himself letting go of all barriers and restrictions. Matt had most defiantly brought him over to the dark side, that handed out free goodie bags when you walked through the front doors. "Oh, Matty!"
Matt started spreading open-mouth kisses along the exposed flesh of Mello's neck as the leather vest slipped off the blond's shoulders, catching at the crooks of his elbows. "What about us being quiet? Hmm?" He released a chuckle as he went to remove his hands from their current agenda, but was stopped completely with a strong grip on his hair.
Mello was panting heavily, expression a mix between arousal and irritation. He fisted Matt's hair, jerking his head away from his chest to allow the auburn brunette a full glimpse of his seething glare. "If you don't finish this-I'll make you!"
"Hey! What's going on?" A muted voice sliced the tense air surreptitiously between the two as the entrance to the dressing rooms opened. They were silent as what sounded like the clothing department manager stepped into the room, that was filled with a long stretch of cubicles for changing.
"Don't go in there!" A woman whined as she followed the manager, the door closing behind her.
Mello scrunched up his nose, glaring down at his lover with caramel eyes. "See! Look what you've gotten us into!" He hissed inaudibly between his clenched teeth, adding to his words with a harsh tug on Matt's hair.
The auburn brunette let out a long sigh, his gaze trained on Mello, eyes serious as he flexed his fingers, tightening his hold on Mello in that way that was beyond intimate. "Don't just blame me, Mells," he spoke as Mello released a persuading moan, features melting to one of complete pleasure.
"Hey! C'mon get out of there!" The door to the dressing room they were in shook as the man banged on it with a fist. "I know you're in there! Get out!"
Matt met Mello's now half-lidded gaze, arousal swimming around in the depths of the caramel irises. "I guess we've been had, huh?" He chuckled, closing his eyes against the rush of disappointment that filled his veins.
It was bound to have happened, he just thought it might have been after he'd finally gotten Mello to loose his cool. During the heated sex he knew they would have been entangled in should the blond dropped all restrictions. "We should-"
Mello's grip on his hair strengthened, jerking his head to the side. Matt's eyes shot open sharply as he freed a hissed version of Mello's name from his lips in anger. The blond tried to breathe, his body convulsing with the tingling of desire crammed into his loosening confines. He'd liberated the boundaries he'd set earlier and he just waited 'til the moment Matt would take him over the brink.
He tugged on the auburn brunette's hair again, growling in irritation as Matt tried to weasel his way out of the blond's grip. "Not yet!" Mello seethed. "Finish it, Mail!"
Matt's eyes widened as he looked up at his lover, eyebrows hidden under a mass of messy auburn bangs stuck to his forehead with drying sweat, the store manager and assistant forgotten completely. He felt his heart beat faster, just by staring at the aggravated, but invigorated expression turning Mello's features.
Was Mello agreeing to throw caution to the wind?
"But, Mello-!" He went to protest, unsure of why his morals had decided to kick in.
In fact, he was past the point of just doing what was expected of him in society. And apparently so was Mello, but when he heard the distinct cock of the Magnum's safety, he was shocked at the sudden charge of blood that fled to his groin. He bit the inside of his cheek to stifle the pleasurable groan that wanted to be heard as he met Mello's gaze and the barrel of the polished gun.
"I thought you left that at home," Matt observed, his voice hoarse and cracked on the last syllables of his words.
"Hn, finish what you start-or I put a bullet through your head." Mello's features twisted into a gloating sneer, a bead of sweat trickling down the brim of his nose as his white teeth sparkled under the artificial light of the dressing room. He tapped Matt's cheek with the cold metal of the Magnum, yanking in the opposite direction with his other hand, fisted in Matt's hair. He grinned. "You don't want that, trust me."
"And how did you keep that thing from me?" Matt wondered out loud, grunting in pain as he let his head get jerked again. "I mean, really, Mells. How did you grab it?"
Mello growled and pressed the barrel against Matt's head with a heavy force. His was getting angry, but that didn't bother him. They always fought, even in the midst of sexual activities. "Matt, do it! Or you'll find a hole in your skull!"
Matt panted audibly as he scrunched up his nose, trying. This was the Mello he knew.
"Mello-"
"DO IT!" Mello screeched, his voice raising in fury as he pressed the Magnum to Matt's head forcefully. Though it died quickly as their position switched rapidly, his shoulder blades slamming onto the cold tile flooring of the dressing room, his spine arched in an odd angle as his discarded leathers were piled beneath his lower back.
He turned glowing eyes to Matt as another grin spread his lips, "Matty…" he purred seductively as he dropped the gun to the floor, arms encircling Matt's neck. "…finally. Don't bother being gentle."
Matt found himself smirking down at his lover. Yes. This was the person he loved. This was him.
"I don't plan on it."
Neither of them heard the raised voice of the department store manager as he banged on the dressing room door. "Go get security!"
Leaning up, Matt tugged his orange goggles from his head and tossed them over his shoulder, before dipping down to take Mello's mouth roughly against his. Mello panted, whining in the back of his throat as Matt swallowed his every sound, even as he darted his tongue in and out of his mouth hotly.
When the kiss broke, Matt let out a vulgar moan that mingled with the almost identical one that Mello breathed, as he slid from Mello's entrance. Mello hugged him as he arched, a slender, naked thigh rubbing up against his hips, toes hooking into the loosened waistline of his jeans, pushing them over the rise of his ass. They collected in a bunch at the bend of Matt's knees. They panted hard, as Matt marveled how much they had forgotten how they had been very well entangled together like this. Though that train of thought flew out the window as Matt gripped at the tile floor and he drove himself back into Mello's slick heat fast.
"NAH! MATT!" Mello snarled out, arching his back more as he trembled with excitement, his hands falling away from the auburn brunette's neck. He tried to find purchase on the wall that was somewhere near his head, laying his palms flat against the plastic siding and pushing back down. The action brought Matt deeper into him just before he pulled out.
The auburn brunette heard Mello protest with a breathless whine. He listened to that whine turn into a satisfied purr as he thrusted back into Mello. Panting, he held back his own noises, enjoying the delicate music that the blond sang. As Matt went to pull back, Mello's bare legs wrapped around the small of his back, pushing him down. He slipped further into the blond and he couldn't keep the jumbled moan at bay.
In the mass of tangled, sweaty flesh, Matt's hand found purchase around Mello's length, pumping it for all he was worth as they rocked against each other. The blond whimpered, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth as he felt each and every thrust that his lover made.
"Nngh!" he turned his head to the side, resting his cheek against the cold floor, a thin trail of saliva rolled off his lips. In all honestly he was rather glad he'd said fuck to being quiet. They'd been caught already, so there was no point really.
Matt panted heavily, thrusting harder into Mello, enjoying his harmonious reward. "So, hngh, good."
Mello's thoughts were caught off guard as he felt Matt press up against him, rocking into him deeper than he thought was possible. Tightening his trembling legs around Matt's body more, Mello nearly-actually, he did-screamed when that sweet spot hidden within his body was hit.
The force that ran through him shook him to his foundations, and was increased as Matt continued to use his hand to pleasure him more. He couldn't control the raging emotions nor the tightening of his insides, and he believed he didn't want to.
It was most probably then that the two found their limits, breaking past the barriers of sanity and flying blindly into the world of madness. It caressed them with a whitening touch that had them trembling so much when they had crested over the hill, falling out of the sky, screams mingling together.
Matt was sprawled on top of his lover's glistening body, quietly listening as the two breathed in oxygen like they had been deprived of it for a lifetime. Kissing a sweaty patch of skin, just below Mello's earlobe. "Are you satisfied now?"
Chuckling, Mello entwined his fingers into Matt's damp hair, enjoying the feel of Matt's half clothed body resting on him. "Once more…then ask me that…"
He laughed softly, breathing almost evenly, but he turned serious when a thought came to him. "Hey, Mello?" At his lover's lazy-sounding mumbled reply to go on, Matt lifted his head. "Were you really going to shoot me?”
Mello didn't get a chance to answer nor the chance to grab his gun as the door to the dressing room slammed open, two rent-a-cops busting into the small cubicle, the manager right behind them, glaring.
Originally Posted to: FanFiction.net on June 22, 2008.