[One-Shot] New Year's Eve
Title: New Year's Eve
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Death Note
Type: Anime/Manga
Characters/Pairing: Matt/Mello
Word Count: 2,671
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Summary: Mello and Matt's first time, stimulated by the life of the new year and the intoxication of alcohol.
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 a very old work and was first posted on FFN in June of 2008, then taken down sometime in May of 2012.
View Also on: AO3
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It was cold out. He could feel it even through his heavy vest as he walked down the sidewalk, observing that it had been crowded earlier when he'd left the apartment.
Mail Jeevas scowled and stuffed his gloved hands further into the deep pockets of his jeans, burying his nose into the fur collar of his vest coat. He'd left the apartment to get away from Mello. He had grown fed up with arguing against the blonde over the simplest of things.
Who had forgotten to buy the newest edition of Gamerz Heaven Weekly? The next three days worth of cigarettes? No, surely not him. It was all Mello. After all, he was the one that left the apartment more than six times a day. And to do what? Ride a motorcycle? Where was his magazine?
And the fights never ended, they just bubbled under the surface 'til neither one of them could take the pressure any longer and they exploded. Fighting was mostly all they ever did when they were in the same room with each other for too long. Maybe it was the clash of personalities? Or the sheer fact that they had never had anything really in common with each other? No similar interests, save for the capture of Kira.
In introspect, he couldn't care less about the competition Mello had drug him into against the normal tug-a-war between him and his self-proclaimed enemy, 'Near.' Capturing Kira wasn't one of the things on his 'To Do List,' but telling that he commended whoever had decided justice be dealt to a psychotic-chocolate addict, was like telling him cigarettes had given him cancer after the last five years.
He'd stick to the endless boredom of surveillance on the extended list of potential criminals Mello thought, were worth their time. He was not in the mood to ever tell Mello he'd rather let Kira be so he could continue on with his righteous justice. Sometimes, he wished he could just slink off into the dark, like he had been in before Mello had stole him away from the underground clique he hung around.
Ah, the good times.
The brunette scowled, fingering the neon lighter he'd shoved into his pocket. The only reason he was heading back to the apartment was because he'd smoked what was left of the pack of cigarettes he'd had on him. To add insult to the situation, he was too broke to buy a pack from a local corner shop so he wouldn't have to make the long trip home. Matt was just a little annoyed at himself, since his entire carton of smokes was in his room at the apartment. And Mello was there.
"Damn asshole," he grumbled, shivering as a cold gust of wind wrapped around him. He crossed the street, waving a car down to stop. He was almost home, two more blocks, seven flights of stairs, and he'd be standing in front of his apartment door. Matt grimaced.
As it happens, it took him a very short amount of time to get to his destination.
The traffic had died down from earlier, but considering it was New Year's Eve, he was still shocked he had gotten home so fast. Should have taken slower steps-
He narrowed his eyes in the darkened hallway as he traveled down the stretch, hands fiddling in the depths of his coat pockets. Maybe that was the reason he was able to get home so speedily. Usually he took his time, but who could really blame him? It was fucking cold outside!
Matt turned the doorknob, and walked into the inviting warmth of the messy apartment. He noticed that the blonde was perched on the back of the sofa, crouched over, nursing a long neck bottle, eyes staring blankly at several of the laptop screens. All read the same thing, ticking off time electronically: 10:34:46...47...48...49...
Without even looking over, Mello shook his nearly empty bottle of alcohol, "I started without you." His voice was smooth and calm, like it always was when he wasn't on a zealous rampage of nothing but bitching. Matt watched Mello take another swig from the bottle as he shut the door with a soft click.
"Nn, it's okay as long as you didn't drink it all." Matt mumbled as he slipped out of his jacket, dropping it to the floor by the front door.
"In the fridge." Mello pointed with the bottom of the brown glass bottle, not bothering to take his eyes from the blinking screens.
Matt meandered his way into the kitchen, stepping over several discarded wrappers of various types of junk food that littered the floor. He sighed, again thinking that he had to clean up around the small apartment, but opted to do it later. Much later.
Somehow he was at ease with being in the apartment again. Mello was actually good company when they didn't fight and spit venom back and forth at each other.
But who could help what they've done since they were children?
-
"Where'd you go?" Mello asked quietly, his words only barely slurred by the effect of the liquor swimming around in his system. They were tossing back a few bottles of the cheapest alcohol they could buy, Matt on his third, Mello-who knew? The blonde had started early.
Shrugging his shoulders, Matt took another swallow. "Around." He twisted the half-full bottle in his hands, contemplating as he watched the screen.
11:02:29...
"Mostly in the park though." He quietly finished, nursing his liquor. Matt stuck his hand in between the couch cushions to occupy his time, and pulled a freshly opened pack of smokes out. Surprised, but not as nearly as much, he realized he'd forgotten he'd hid them there.
Silence encased them as the time continued to tick by off the screens of the several laptops. The auburn brunette slipped out a smoke and let it perch on his moist lips as he lit it effortlessly, stuffing the pack of cigarettes back into the cushions where it would be forgotten again.
Mello took another swallow of the amber liquid, eyes adverted from Matt's form as the brunette took a long drag off the cancer stick, reclining comfortably, feet propped up on the coffee table.
11:07:48...
…49...50...51...
"Mail, I…I'm sor-…"
Sensing the oncoming awkwardness, Matt pushed himself from the couch, standing abruptly, cutting off Mello's words, making the blonde follow his movements. The brunette slanted a goofy, crooked smile over to the older male as he nodded in the direction of Mello's long neck bottle, speaking around the filter of his cigarette. "Want another one, while I'm up?"
The silence was easier this time, Matt observed as Mello gave him one of his devious smiles back at him. "Yeah."
-
Matt raised a slender brow, eyes locked on Mello from across the room, half enjoying the show, while holding back his suppressed chuckles. As it so turned out, Mello was a loud…very loud…drunk… At the sight, he was glad he, himself, had gained the ability to at least become semi-tolerant to liquor over the years since his childhood.
11:37:01...02...03...04...
Clutched in one gloved hand, Mello held an almost full bottle of beer, while his other arm was wrapped around the willowy trunk of the fake foliage that Matt used as an ashtray on occasion. He was twisted over, 'whispering' - if that's what it was considered, since Matt heard every word, loud and clear - into the plant's 'ear'.
"And then this flying monkey swooped down-" Mello indicated how, with an outstretch of his arms, the fake plant spinning from the force, liquor spilling from the open top.
The brunette's other brow joined its twin, high underneath the cover of his bangs. Did he forget to mention a stupid drunk Mello had become?
Matt pushed off the sofa, setting his bottle onto the coffee table as the corners of his lips curled into a smile. "Mello, I think you've had enough," he spoke as he met the blonde, hand wrapping around the bottle of liquor.
Mello narrowed golden irises on him, as he let out a very human growl, slurred by the effect of booze in his system. "Give. It. Back!" He tugged it, trying to wrestle it from Matt's hold.
His balance was unstable to begin with. Mello knocked into Matt's chest, sending them falling backwards. Matt's knees caught on the armrest of the sofa and they toppled onto the cushions of the couch.
"OUCH! Damn remote!" The auburn brunette hissed through clenched teeth as pain stabbed into his side. He struggled to pull the offending plastic out from under him, his attention shifting to the heavy form collapsed over him. "Mello, hey, you okay?" He reallocated his body, shaking the blonde.
Mello buried his nose into the stripped material of Matt's shirt, his grip on his alcohol loosening. The bottle dropped to the floor, falling over and spilling out the tawny liquid. "M-Matt…" He mumbled into the fabric, both hands gripping the brunette's body as he lifted his head.
The gamer wasn't shocked that he could clearly see the liquor swimming in Mello's system, but what thunderstruck him was the fact that the brash blonde was giving him a look that wasn't Mello. Matt opened his mouth to speak, but was stunned silent as the blonde moved a hand, so that he could trace a finger along his jaw line.
"You know…" he pushed one side of Matt's goggles up, uncovering an eye. "I think you'd be cute if you didn't wear your goggles so much…" Using his other hand, he pushed the orange tinted goggles into Matt's hair.
Mello's normally static face broke out on a cheesy grin as he giggled, - yes! Matt had heard correctly…giggled- hand touching his cheek.
"As I thought…cute…"
Matt's face turned red as he adverted his eyes to the laptop screens. "Y-You've had way too much to drink." He stuttered, and lowered his voice more, mumbling to himself, "Too much to drink doesn't fit the bill."
The blonde wrinkled his nose, narrowing his eyes down at Matt. "Stupid. No, I haven't."
Abruptly, his mouth sloppily covered Matt's that the brunette believed was supposed to be a kiss. Though the kiss had started awkward, Mello righted himself and shifted his body to easily reach Matt's mouth, deepening the kiss as he ran his tongue along the gamer's bottom lip.
In all honesty, Matt was surprised that Mello had kissed him, but it was expected of him, considering the alcohol he had ingested over the last hour. What really took the cake was that Matt hadn't stopped him, nor pushed him away disgusted.
He'd brought his hand up to do so, but found the limb a traitor, grasping the back of Mello's neck and bringing him closer. And there went his very first kiss…
He nibbled on Mello's lip, bringing his tongue into his mouth to sensual suck on it. He was brought crashing back to reality when Mello let out a low keening moan, shifting his body again. Hastily, he pushed Mello away, breaking the contact with a gasp of breath. "Mihael!"
Another shocker. Matt hadn't used Mello's real name in many months, a command to not speak of it had been ordered by his 'boss.' It saddened him to a point to know that the blond didn't want to ever hear it and feel at least a semblance of normality.
He stared up at the blond, mouth slightly ajar as he drug in one shaky breath after another into his lungs. What had happened? What was that? He was completely dumbfounded, stuck wondering why he had reacted to a kiss like that. Hadn't he thought he was straight? Was he straight?
Wrinkling his nose, he moved his body in an attempt to get away. "Ah, here, let me up." He was shoved back down against the cushions of the sofa, Mello bowing over him with a hazy, predatory gaze that chilled Matt's blood. "W-What are you doing-AH, Mello!"
He gasped at the feel of Mello's tented leather pants rubbing against him. Matt swallowed back a whine as he stared into golden irises. "Matt…I want you…" The blonde hissed lowly as he massaged their hips together, vinyl and denim creating a friction that Matt hadn't really experienced with another person. Granted it had only been with his hand, it was startling better when pressed up against another person in that way.
Clenching his teeth, the brunette tried not to let out the pleasurable whimper crawling its way up his throat. "Y-You're drunk. It's just the alcohol talking," he closed his eyes, feeling strangely disappointed that Mello was only under the influence.
'I guess that does make me gay…' he thought.
"Shut up! No, it's not!" Mello growled, locking their lips together again, hands roaming over Matt's body gracelessly.
-
"Is this okay, then?" Matt panted, brushing his lips over the raised skin of Mello's left side, nibbling delicately on his collar. He was dizzy from the alcohol and the rush of excitement that had his heart pounding in his chest.
How it had somehow escalated to sex, wasn't something he was willing to think about at that moment. He would decide about what this one night would place them in the morning. Fleeting thought process wasn't working too well with him at that second.
11:56:49...
"J-Just get on with it…"
He arched his back as Matt helped him lower his body, knuckles turning white as his hold grew tighter on the brunette's shoulders. His knees shook as his entrance clasped Matt's length, sucking the rigid appendage further into his body.
"Nn!" The pain of his first time sliced through his body, accompanied closely behind by the pleasure of a feeling that he couldn't describe.
"You alright?" Matt asked, fingers flexing along his sides as he bit the bottom of his lip to hold back the sounds he was bound to make had he allowed himself.
"It's just a…a little painful, nothing I can't handle." Mello chewed on the inside of his cheek, holding back a cry. When had he become someone who rides away with the sea of their emotions? Then again the he'd drank his body weight in alcohol, most probably killing his inhibitions.
Matt adverted his eyes, mixed feelings of the situation suddenly choking him. "Sorry."
Growling, Mello dug his violet painted nails into the brunette's shoulders enough to draw blood. "Stop that apologizing shit!"
11:58:25...
Mello panted, his anger dieing off as he dropped his head to bury his nose into the crook of Matt's neck, loosening his fierce hold on him. "Would you regret doing this?" The words were muffled and soft, hidden in glistening skin. He was tempted to taste it.
The brunette gamer wrapped his arms around Mello's waist, drawing him closer against him, their naked chests brushing together. He could remember only one other time he had held the blonde like this. A time when he had been trying to console the screams as he bandaged his wounds from Mello's own stupidity, listening to pleads for their childhood mentor.
The explosion had changed Mello. For better or worse, Matt couldn't say.
His tone was velvety as he gently kissed the blond's cheek, "Not if you don't."
It was the truth. He wouldn't.
Then was when he finally understood his reason for staying beside him.
11:59:46...
Mello whimpered, his body trembling in Matt's hold. Inhaling a shaky breath, he pulled back, hand touching Matt's cheek, caressing his jaw as he stared into his eyes, a tender response that surprised them both, "I won't…"
11:59:54...
"And that's not the alcohol talking…" The blond male pulled the brunette to him, their lips molding together with a bruising force.
When he took a breath, he whispered, "Say my name, Mail."
12:00:04...
"Mihael."
…05...06...07...
Originally Posted to: FanFiction.net on June 6, 2008.
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Death Note
Type: Anime/Manga
Characters/Pairing: Matt/Mello
Word Count: 2,671
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None
Summary: Mello and Matt's first time, stimulated by the life of the new year and the intoxication of alcohol.
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 a very old work and was first posted on FFN in June of 2008, then taken down sometime in May of 2012.
View Also on: AO3
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It was cold out. He could feel it even through his heavy vest as he walked down the sidewalk, observing that it had been crowded earlier when he'd left the apartment.
Mail Jeevas scowled and stuffed his gloved hands further into the deep pockets of his jeans, burying his nose into the fur collar of his vest coat. He'd left the apartment to get away from Mello. He had grown fed up with arguing against the blonde over the simplest of things.
Who had forgotten to buy the newest edition of Gamerz Heaven Weekly? The next three days worth of cigarettes? No, surely not him. It was all Mello. After all, he was the one that left the apartment more than six times a day. And to do what? Ride a motorcycle? Where was his magazine?
And the fights never ended, they just bubbled under the surface 'til neither one of them could take the pressure any longer and they exploded. Fighting was mostly all they ever did when they were in the same room with each other for too long. Maybe it was the clash of personalities? Or the sheer fact that they had never had anything really in common with each other? No similar interests, save for the capture of Kira.
In introspect, he couldn't care less about the competition Mello had drug him into against the normal tug-a-war between him and his self-proclaimed enemy, 'Near.' Capturing Kira wasn't one of the things on his 'To Do List,' but telling that he commended whoever had decided justice be dealt to a psychotic-chocolate addict, was like telling him cigarettes had given him cancer after the last five years.
He'd stick to the endless boredom of surveillance on the extended list of potential criminals Mello thought, were worth their time. He was not in the mood to ever tell Mello he'd rather let Kira be so he could continue on with his righteous justice. Sometimes, he wished he could just slink off into the dark, like he had been in before Mello had stole him away from the underground clique he hung around.
Ah, the good times.
The brunette scowled, fingering the neon lighter he'd shoved into his pocket. The only reason he was heading back to the apartment was because he'd smoked what was left of the pack of cigarettes he'd had on him. To add insult to the situation, he was too broke to buy a pack from a local corner shop so he wouldn't have to make the long trip home. Matt was just a little annoyed at himself, since his entire carton of smokes was in his room at the apartment. And Mello was there.
"Damn asshole," he grumbled, shivering as a cold gust of wind wrapped around him. He crossed the street, waving a car down to stop. He was almost home, two more blocks, seven flights of stairs, and he'd be standing in front of his apartment door. Matt grimaced.
As it happens, it took him a very short amount of time to get to his destination.
The traffic had died down from earlier, but considering it was New Year's Eve, he was still shocked he had gotten home so fast. Should have taken slower steps-
He narrowed his eyes in the darkened hallway as he traveled down the stretch, hands fiddling in the depths of his coat pockets. Maybe that was the reason he was able to get home so speedily. Usually he took his time, but who could really blame him? It was fucking cold outside!
Matt turned the doorknob, and walked into the inviting warmth of the messy apartment. He noticed that the blonde was perched on the back of the sofa, crouched over, nursing a long neck bottle, eyes staring blankly at several of the laptop screens. All read the same thing, ticking off time electronically: 10:34:46...47...48...49...
Without even looking over, Mello shook his nearly empty bottle of alcohol, "I started without you." His voice was smooth and calm, like it always was when he wasn't on a zealous rampage of nothing but bitching. Matt watched Mello take another swig from the bottle as he shut the door with a soft click.
"Nn, it's okay as long as you didn't drink it all." Matt mumbled as he slipped out of his jacket, dropping it to the floor by the front door.
"In the fridge." Mello pointed with the bottom of the brown glass bottle, not bothering to take his eyes from the blinking screens.
Matt meandered his way into the kitchen, stepping over several discarded wrappers of various types of junk food that littered the floor. He sighed, again thinking that he had to clean up around the small apartment, but opted to do it later. Much later.
Somehow he was at ease with being in the apartment again. Mello was actually good company when they didn't fight and spit venom back and forth at each other.
But who could help what they've done since they were children?
-
"Where'd you go?" Mello asked quietly, his words only barely slurred by the effect of the liquor swimming around in his system. They were tossing back a few bottles of the cheapest alcohol they could buy, Matt on his third, Mello-who knew? The blonde had started early.
Shrugging his shoulders, Matt took another swallow. "Around." He twisted the half-full bottle in his hands, contemplating as he watched the screen.
11:02:29...
"Mostly in the park though." He quietly finished, nursing his liquor. Matt stuck his hand in between the couch cushions to occupy his time, and pulled a freshly opened pack of smokes out. Surprised, but not as nearly as much, he realized he'd forgotten he'd hid them there.
Silence encased them as the time continued to tick by off the screens of the several laptops. The auburn brunette slipped out a smoke and let it perch on his moist lips as he lit it effortlessly, stuffing the pack of cigarettes back into the cushions where it would be forgotten again.
Mello took another swallow of the amber liquid, eyes adverted from Matt's form as the brunette took a long drag off the cancer stick, reclining comfortably, feet propped up on the coffee table.
11:07:48...
…49...50...51...
"Mail, I…I'm sor-…"
Sensing the oncoming awkwardness, Matt pushed himself from the couch, standing abruptly, cutting off Mello's words, making the blonde follow his movements. The brunette slanted a goofy, crooked smile over to the older male as he nodded in the direction of Mello's long neck bottle, speaking around the filter of his cigarette. "Want another one, while I'm up?"
The silence was easier this time, Matt observed as Mello gave him one of his devious smiles back at him. "Yeah."
-
Matt raised a slender brow, eyes locked on Mello from across the room, half enjoying the show, while holding back his suppressed chuckles. As it so turned out, Mello was a loud…very loud…drunk… At the sight, he was glad he, himself, had gained the ability to at least become semi-tolerant to liquor over the years since his childhood.
11:37:01...02...03...04...
Clutched in one gloved hand, Mello held an almost full bottle of beer, while his other arm was wrapped around the willowy trunk of the fake foliage that Matt used as an ashtray on occasion. He was twisted over, 'whispering' - if that's what it was considered, since Matt heard every word, loud and clear - into the plant's 'ear'.
"And then this flying monkey swooped down-" Mello indicated how, with an outstretch of his arms, the fake plant spinning from the force, liquor spilling from the open top.
The brunette's other brow joined its twin, high underneath the cover of his bangs. Did he forget to mention a stupid drunk Mello had become?
Matt pushed off the sofa, setting his bottle onto the coffee table as the corners of his lips curled into a smile. "Mello, I think you've had enough," he spoke as he met the blonde, hand wrapping around the bottle of liquor.
Mello narrowed golden irises on him, as he let out a very human growl, slurred by the effect of booze in his system. "Give. It. Back!" He tugged it, trying to wrestle it from Matt's hold.
His balance was unstable to begin with. Mello knocked into Matt's chest, sending them falling backwards. Matt's knees caught on the armrest of the sofa and they toppled onto the cushions of the couch.
"OUCH! Damn remote!" The auburn brunette hissed through clenched teeth as pain stabbed into his side. He struggled to pull the offending plastic out from under him, his attention shifting to the heavy form collapsed over him. "Mello, hey, you okay?" He reallocated his body, shaking the blonde.
Mello buried his nose into the stripped material of Matt's shirt, his grip on his alcohol loosening. The bottle dropped to the floor, falling over and spilling out the tawny liquid. "M-Matt…" He mumbled into the fabric, both hands gripping the brunette's body as he lifted his head.
The gamer wasn't shocked that he could clearly see the liquor swimming in Mello's system, but what thunderstruck him was the fact that the brash blonde was giving him a look that wasn't Mello. Matt opened his mouth to speak, but was stunned silent as the blonde moved a hand, so that he could trace a finger along his jaw line.
"You know…" he pushed one side of Matt's goggles up, uncovering an eye. "I think you'd be cute if you didn't wear your goggles so much…" Using his other hand, he pushed the orange tinted goggles into Matt's hair.
Mello's normally static face broke out on a cheesy grin as he giggled, - yes! Matt had heard correctly…giggled- hand touching his cheek.
"As I thought…cute…"
Matt's face turned red as he adverted his eyes to the laptop screens. "Y-You've had way too much to drink." He stuttered, and lowered his voice more, mumbling to himself, "Too much to drink doesn't fit the bill."
The blonde wrinkled his nose, narrowing his eyes down at Matt. "Stupid. No, I haven't."
Abruptly, his mouth sloppily covered Matt's that the brunette believed was supposed to be a kiss. Though the kiss had started awkward, Mello righted himself and shifted his body to easily reach Matt's mouth, deepening the kiss as he ran his tongue along the gamer's bottom lip.
In all honesty, Matt was surprised that Mello had kissed him, but it was expected of him, considering the alcohol he had ingested over the last hour. What really took the cake was that Matt hadn't stopped him, nor pushed him away disgusted.
He'd brought his hand up to do so, but found the limb a traitor, grasping the back of Mello's neck and bringing him closer. And there went his very first kiss…
He nibbled on Mello's lip, bringing his tongue into his mouth to sensual suck on it. He was brought crashing back to reality when Mello let out a low keening moan, shifting his body again. Hastily, he pushed Mello away, breaking the contact with a gasp of breath. "Mihael!"
Another shocker. Matt hadn't used Mello's real name in many months, a command to not speak of it had been ordered by his 'boss.' It saddened him to a point to know that the blond didn't want to ever hear it and feel at least a semblance of normality.
He stared up at the blond, mouth slightly ajar as he drug in one shaky breath after another into his lungs. What had happened? What was that? He was completely dumbfounded, stuck wondering why he had reacted to a kiss like that. Hadn't he thought he was straight? Was he straight?
Wrinkling his nose, he moved his body in an attempt to get away. "Ah, here, let me up." He was shoved back down against the cushions of the sofa, Mello bowing over him with a hazy, predatory gaze that chilled Matt's blood. "W-What are you doing-AH, Mello!"
He gasped at the feel of Mello's tented leather pants rubbing against him. Matt swallowed back a whine as he stared into golden irises. "Matt…I want you…" The blonde hissed lowly as he massaged their hips together, vinyl and denim creating a friction that Matt hadn't really experienced with another person. Granted it had only been with his hand, it was startling better when pressed up against another person in that way.
Clenching his teeth, the brunette tried not to let out the pleasurable whimper crawling its way up his throat. "Y-You're drunk. It's just the alcohol talking," he closed his eyes, feeling strangely disappointed that Mello was only under the influence.
'I guess that does make me gay…' he thought.
"Shut up! No, it's not!" Mello growled, locking their lips together again, hands roaming over Matt's body gracelessly.
-
"Is this okay, then?" Matt panted, brushing his lips over the raised skin of Mello's left side, nibbling delicately on his collar. He was dizzy from the alcohol and the rush of excitement that had his heart pounding in his chest.
How it had somehow escalated to sex, wasn't something he was willing to think about at that moment. He would decide about what this one night would place them in the morning. Fleeting thought process wasn't working too well with him at that second.
11:56:49...
"J-Just get on with it…"
He arched his back as Matt helped him lower his body, knuckles turning white as his hold grew tighter on the brunette's shoulders. His knees shook as his entrance clasped Matt's length, sucking the rigid appendage further into his body.
"Nn!" The pain of his first time sliced through his body, accompanied closely behind by the pleasure of a feeling that he couldn't describe.
"You alright?" Matt asked, fingers flexing along his sides as he bit the bottom of his lip to hold back the sounds he was bound to make had he allowed himself.
"It's just a…a little painful, nothing I can't handle." Mello chewed on the inside of his cheek, holding back a cry. When had he become someone who rides away with the sea of their emotions? Then again the he'd drank his body weight in alcohol, most probably killing his inhibitions.
Matt adverted his eyes, mixed feelings of the situation suddenly choking him. "Sorry."
Growling, Mello dug his violet painted nails into the brunette's shoulders enough to draw blood. "Stop that apologizing shit!"
11:58:25...
Mello panted, his anger dieing off as he dropped his head to bury his nose into the crook of Matt's neck, loosening his fierce hold on him. "Would you regret doing this?" The words were muffled and soft, hidden in glistening skin. He was tempted to taste it.
The brunette gamer wrapped his arms around Mello's waist, drawing him closer against him, their naked chests brushing together. He could remember only one other time he had held the blonde like this. A time when he had been trying to console the screams as he bandaged his wounds from Mello's own stupidity, listening to pleads for their childhood mentor.
The explosion had changed Mello. For better or worse, Matt couldn't say.
His tone was velvety as he gently kissed the blond's cheek, "Not if you don't."
It was the truth. He wouldn't.
Then was when he finally understood his reason for staying beside him.
11:59:46...
Mello whimpered, his body trembling in Matt's hold. Inhaling a shaky breath, he pulled back, hand touching Matt's cheek, caressing his jaw as he stared into his eyes, a tender response that surprised them both, "I won't…"
11:59:54...
"And that's not the alcohol talking…" The blond male pulled the brunette to him, their lips molding together with a bruising force.
When he took a breath, he whispered, "Say my name, Mail."
12:00:04...
"Mihael."
…05...06...07...
Originally Posted to: FanFiction.net on June 6, 2008.