week #81 - hallucination
Title: This is Matt. This is Matt on Drugs. Any Questions?
Author: Chikyu
Rating: M for potty mouth and drug themes.
Character(s): Matt/Mello/Elephants
Word Count: 632
A/N: *buries face*
The walls look like they’ve been engulfed by the ocean…everything does, really, and Matt closes his eyes against the annoying sight that threatens to nauseate him, only to find that what he sees is anything but the comfortable darkness he wants right now.
Shit.
The elephants. The fucking elephants again. He swore last time that he wasn’t gonna do this shit anymore and Matt knows that he’s tripping balls right now, but for some reason, logic isn’t getting through to him, even if it is his own. They’re trampling shit that keeps recomposing every time they move and he’s holding his breath because maybe if he doesn’t breathe, they’ll go away.
They’re not going away. A weight is sitting on his head, slowly dripping down the side of his face until he’s forced to open his eyes and a flash of yellow cracks across his lip. There’s no pain. There’s no pain because yellow doesn’t feel like anything. It shouldn’t.
”The fuck did you take, man?”
Okay. Okay, Mello. He knows this one.
He moves his mouth to answer and it feels like fucking needles are rolling all over his tongue, pinching and scratching at his tonsils-didn’t he get those taken out? Fuck it. He gives up.
“Matt!”
“What!” And then the laughter builds in his chest and he forces it down. But man, Mello looks like such a bitch in that outfit. Fucking black leather swimming over his skin and dipping into the flesh of his hips…trailing into circles and…clinging…
Oh, fuck. That’s hot.
Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Because if he starts laughing, he won’t stop. Not until his jaw feels like it’s gonna break and shatter over his chest. And he’s not cleaning that shit up.
”What. Did. You. Take.”
“Two!”
”Two WHAT?”
Lightning. “H-hits..” Fucking lightning…shattering against stuff and… “M-Mello, man…fuck.”
And then his skin is prickling like nothing he’s ever felt before. It’s wet. So, so wet but Mello is dry and if he can just grab on to him, Matt will be dry too. He knows it… Leaning forward, he reaches out, clamping his hands over the shiny swirls (oh God, make them stop moving) and pulls hard.
“What the fu-“
“It’s raining, you’re gonna get wet!”
Pull harder.
”What, Matt…” Fucking elephants and lighting and every time whatever the fuck is on his head touches him, he sees a different color and goddamnit, he hates blue, it’s like a fucking… “…ever do…” And this buzzing is getting more annoying until he wants to rip his ears off..fuck. Rip them off. Rip them-“not fucking raining!”
It’s building, travelling from Mello’s bitch-hips through his hands, up his chest, beating, beating and knocking shit out of the way…his throat is so tight and everything is RED.
Matt screams. Screams so fucking loud that the light bulbs should shatter and the neighbors are gonna knock and then…and then… Mello’s skin is so soft, but his hands are clammy and he shouldn’t touch…shouldn’t-
White…silent.
He can breathe. Thank God. The elephants are calmly walking away with a fuck you rise to their trunks and Matt falls forward, inhaling leather and skin and a whole bunch of other shit that he has no business thinking about right now.
“Are you done?”
Matt’s breathing hard-practically panting-but it’s okay because he can actually breathe. He blinks a few times, glancing around to see that everything is exactly as it was a half hour ago. It’s then that he realizes that his hands are still around Mello’s hips and he drops them quickly, burying his face in them and steadying his breath.
“Holy shit. Holy shit…” He swallows and glances up at the blonde, whose face is a contorted mixture of confusion and utter annoyance. “Never again, man. I swear.”
Author: Chikyu
Rating: M for potty mouth and drug themes.
Character(s): Matt/Mello/Elephants
Word Count: 632
A/N: *buries face*
The walls look like they’ve been engulfed by the ocean…everything does, really, and Matt closes his eyes against the annoying sight that threatens to nauseate him, only to find that what he sees is anything but the comfortable darkness he wants right now.
Shit.
The elephants. The fucking elephants again. He swore last time that he wasn’t gonna do this shit anymore and Matt knows that he’s tripping balls right now, but for some reason, logic isn’t getting through to him, even if it is his own. They’re trampling shit that keeps recomposing every time they move and he’s holding his breath because maybe if he doesn’t breathe, they’ll go away.
They’re not going away. A weight is sitting on his head, slowly dripping down the side of his face until he’s forced to open his eyes and a flash of yellow cracks across his lip. There’s no pain. There’s no pain because yellow doesn’t feel like anything. It shouldn’t.
”The fuck did you take, man?”
Okay. Okay, Mello. He knows this one.
He moves his mouth to answer and it feels like fucking needles are rolling all over his tongue, pinching and scratching at his tonsils-didn’t he get those taken out? Fuck it. He gives up.
“Matt!”
“What!” And then the laughter builds in his chest and he forces it down. But man, Mello looks like such a bitch in that outfit. Fucking black leather swimming over his skin and dipping into the flesh of his hips…trailing into circles and…clinging…
Oh, fuck. That’s hot.
Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Because if he starts laughing, he won’t stop. Not until his jaw feels like it’s gonna break and shatter over his chest. And he’s not cleaning that shit up.
”What. Did. You. Take.”
“Two!”
”Two WHAT?”
Lightning. “H-hits..” Fucking lightning…shattering against stuff and… “M-Mello, man…fuck.”
And then his skin is prickling like nothing he’s ever felt before. It’s wet. So, so wet but Mello is dry and if he can just grab on to him, Matt will be dry too. He knows it… Leaning forward, he reaches out, clamping his hands over the shiny swirls (oh God, make them stop moving) and pulls hard.
“What the fu-“
“It’s raining, you’re gonna get wet!”
Pull harder.
”What, Matt…” Fucking elephants and lighting and every time whatever the fuck is on his head touches him, he sees a different color and goddamnit, he hates blue, it’s like a fucking… “…ever do…” And this buzzing is getting more annoying until he wants to rip his ears off..fuck. Rip them off. Rip them-“not fucking raining!”
It’s building, travelling from Mello’s bitch-hips through his hands, up his chest, beating, beating and knocking shit out of the way…his throat is so tight and everything is RED.
Matt screams. Screams so fucking loud that the light bulbs should shatter and the neighbors are gonna knock and then…and then… Mello’s skin is so soft, but his hands are clammy and he shouldn’t touch…shouldn’t-
White…silent.
He can breathe. Thank God. The elephants are calmly walking away with a fuck you rise to their trunks and Matt falls forward, inhaling leather and skin and a whole bunch of other shit that he has no business thinking about right now.
“Are you done?”
Matt’s breathing hard-practically panting-but it’s okay because he can actually breathe. He blinks a few times, glancing around to see that everything is exactly as it was a half hour ago. It’s then that he realizes that his hands are still around Mello’s hips and he drops them quickly, burying his face in them and steadying his breath.
“Holy shit. Holy shit…” He swallows and glances up at the blonde, whose face is a contorted mixture of confusion and utter annoyance. “Never again, man. I swear.”