Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade. ( Read more... )
How it works:
* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade. ( Read more... )
About three seconds later he screams in abject horror, mingled with disbelief.
He falls out of the cheap motel’s cheap bed and only to cheap carpet, holding his head and really hoping he’s still asleep and this is some horrible nightmare.
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The fact that neither of them are old enough to drink didn’t matter to the guy in the liquor store. That was Vegas for you, though.
“You now, we’ll probably be dead soon.” Mello said from the passenger seat of the car, drinking the vodka right out of the bottle as Matt drove almost twice the speed limit on the highway.
“Good, no more credit card bills.” The redhead had replied, suddenly slamming on the breaks, jerking the wheel hard. With a squeal, the car pulled into a strip mall. “Lets fucking run up the bill. They won’t have anyone to charge, and it will serve them right.” Matt was, admittedly, more than a little drunk.
He’s not sure how they ended up in the bridal shop, but there they were. Mello was trying on dress after dress and throwing the ones he didn’t like on the floor. When he finally found one he liked, Matt played escort up to the counter and handed over his credit card without looking at the price tag.
Their next stop from a tuxedo place, and Matt did a repeat of Mello’s earlier performance (and if he had been sober there was no way he would have chosen a purple tie), and paid credit without a look at the price again.
They were more than a little drunk at the time, and it took them three tries to find a Vegas chapel that would allow two drunken men to join in unholy union, and when they did it happened to be a drive-through chapel. So Mello had to lean over Matt and use his hand to steady himself, and his hand was on Matt’s leg just so, so that when the guy from the speaker said ‘go ahead and kiss’er’ he did just as directed.
Mello was frozen for almost a minute while Matt drunkenly kissed him, before pulling away, face slightly flushed.
“Find us a motel, Matty.” The blonde in the dress had demanded, and Matt had taken off, found the first motel, and handed over his credit card.
Matt is eternally grateful when it seems his memory of the night will stop there, but just then Mello rolls over and moans in his sleep and more bits and pieces of what they had done in the bed come back. Jokes about Mello actually being able to wear the white dress, and… and oh god, he doesn’t want to think about it, doesn’t want to think about the stains on his pants and the taste in his mouth-chocolate, cigarettes, vodka. He retches once, then dives across the floor into the bathroom, just in time to vomit into the toilet.
“Oh god…” He mutters, standing and looking at himself in the mirror. “If Mello remembers…”
“If I remember what, Matty?” Mello’s voice, from the doorway, and Matt turns to look. The dress is torn, stains of booze and chocolate all over it, even some cigarette burns on it. Mello’s blonde hair is disheveled, his eyes sleepy.
“Uh… Nothing.” Matt answers quickly, using the motel’s paper cup to get a drink of water from the sink. “Let’s get the hell out of this dump, what do you say?”
“Yeah, sure… God, my fucking head hurts… and do you know where I left my pants? Are they still in your back seat?”
“Yeah, probably.” Matt grabs his wallet from the bedside table, purposely not looking at the bed.
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Mello tries to remember why he’s wearing a wedding dress on the way back to California, then shrugs it off. When they get back to their apartment, both change without a word, and the clothes are burned.
Maybe Matt will tell him soon, but for now Mello just toys with the ring around his finger whenever the redhead isn’t looking.
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They should have had the chance to have a wedding they could remember. Stupid Kira XD
ZOMG MATT IN A PURPLE TIE IS FABULOUS Although I wouldn't have minded Matt in the dress.
Awesome work, anon ^^
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