RP preview.
Matt: *cocks gun*
Mello: thanks Mail, but I didn't mean the gun in your pants
Matt: Pffft
But you never play with me anymore!
Mello: When I said "shoot me" I meant with a bullet, not semen, horny fucker.
Matt: You know you love it.
Mello: I know you love my ass.
Doesn’t mean you are getting into my pants tonight
Matt: I don't want to get into them; I want you out of them :)
Mello: ...well it's not like you could fit into these jeans anyhow. Your hips are too wide for a double zero.
It’s not my fault I take care of my body and you eat nothing but In-N-Out
Matt: Pffft you are too skinny. All 'bone'.
Not all of us eat so much chocolate we have to run around to burn it off. :) I like In-N-Out.
Mello: *rubs sore ass* Yeah, I know exactly how you like it in-n-out, bitch.
Matt: You weren't complaining too much earlier; in fact I think the neighbors said something about the noise.
Tsk tsk Mello, your control must be slipping.
Mello: Control? You mean the one you had shoved up my ass?
What the fuck are they called? Wiimotes?
Matt: Yeah, I'm going to have to get separate controllers if we keeping using them on you..
My poor Wiimotes
Mello: ...it's your fault for putting the damn thing on vibrate.
Matt: And it your fault for being on the couch naked. Can't exactly resist a sight like that.
Mello: It's fucking LOS ANGELES! How the hell you keep that damned vest on in 90 degree weather escapes me. You were dying in Winchester when it turned 70.
I should charge you for glorious sites like the sweat dripping down my body as I lay panting there.
Matt: There is a difference between ‘sexy’ panting and what happens when it's too hot. You end up looking like a dog in heat...
Mello: You just use any excuse to fuck me, don't you?
Reality is I make you hot when I wash dishes. I've watched you. Little Matt *pats your zipper* twitches when I as much as breathe. But hey, I understand. I'm just that good. I'd want to fuck me too if I were you
Matt: You couldn't last one week without my dick inside you. I might get hard from the sight of you but you are no better MELLO
Mello: Is that a challenge?
Matt: Why yes, I believe it is.
Mello: Oh ho ho ho, don't think you can best me at this, MATT. You've signed your own death warrant if you think I'm going to lose.
*giant grin* why don't we make this interesting
First person who gives in, can make one demand of the other, anything goes
Matt: Really, anything?
Mello: Yes, anything. But we have to say it now
Matt: Alright
What’s yours? Mind you it won't happen..
Mello: I'll let you put your cards on the table first, since you're so confident. Not that confidence will help you in this case
Matt: When I win, I want you to visit Near. Not just visit him but offer a threesome in exchange for your picture. I know you haven't gotten it yet.
Mello: Are you fucking high? 'The hell?
You would sleep with that little cunt?
Even more so, you would sleep with BOTH of us at the same fucking time?
If I wasn't absolutely sure you'd lose this bet, I'd probably put a bullet through your fucking head right now.
Matt: You said anything Mihael, will you back out now?
Mello: *grits teeth* I. Never. Back. Down.
Matt: You left, he didn't. He stayed for a while before leaving for the case
He's always liked you, you know?
Mello: *shakes in rage* You...why are you saying idiotic shit like this now.
Fine you know what? forget it. Have your sick little fantasy
It'll remain that. A fantasy. Cuz WHEN I win I'm topping you, bitch. Somewhere in public. Yeah, no hiding behind the decency of our shit-thin walls.
But in exchange for your little effed up fantasy I'm putting some conditions on you too.
Matt: Oh?
Mello: You're not allowed to masturbate. In any way at all. You can't touch yourself or let anyone touch you. And if you think of getting off by fucking a whore or something, I'll kill you
Do we have ourselves a bet, bitch?
Matt: Fine Mello, I'll accept those conditions. You will eat your words once you loose.
Mello: Fine then. One week. No sex with you? You swear like it's the end of the world
Matt: Just wait, by day four you will be begging for it.
Mello: Ha. Loser, we already shook on the deal, and nobody said I couldn't jerk myself off
Matt: You bastard.
Jerking off will only get you so far. How long has it been since you touched yourself when I wasn't inside you? Hmm?
Mello: I won't need to worry about that seeing as you'll lose the moment you hear...no, WATCH me touching myself. You'll be so achingly hard, you won't be able to stop from jerking off.
Matt: I'll hold back just so I can watch your expression as you realized you've lost
Better count the days Mihael.
Mello: Are you threatening to rape me, now?
Matt: I won't have to.
Mello: because the conditions were that I couldn't go a week w/out begging you to take me. Forcing yourself on me proves nothing.
Matt: I know that.
Mello: Well then. It's gonna be one interesting week indeed.
Matt: Yes it is.
I'm going to shower, I'd ask you to join but it wouldn't be fair to you, I know how you like to be held against the shower wall and fucked.
Mello: You're delusional.
What do you think I did for sex before I strung you along?
You swear like you're something special; half the stuff we do is cuz you're a kinky motherfucker, and now you're trying to say I can't live without u and your bizarre fetishes? As if! Don’t flatter yourself, Matty
Matt: And you can just go back to 'vanilla sex? No, you like when we have sex.
Your Wiimote obsession proves it
Mello: Who the hell said I liked vanilla? You know nothing, NOTHING about what I did when u weren't there
Matt: When I wasn't there? Pfft. You are the one that left, so no I don't know.
Mello: You hide behind the safety of your electronics, but you know nothing of the grit and shit of what I've gone through to get where I am right now. So don't you fucking try to mess with me, Mail Jeevas, or you will regret the day your mother got knocked up and didn't get an abortion
Matt: No one asked you to run away into the 'big bad world'
You act like your life is shit, and maybe it is, but you created half of it.
Mello: *shoves you hard against wall, nails digging into your shoulders* And you're just one more piece of shit on the pile, get that? Nothing more *releases you*
Matt: I already regret my mother having me, know why?
Mello: Enlighten me
Matt: Because I met you, you little prick. *walks into bedroom and shuts door*
Mello:*through the door* What's that Mail? You've got a tiny prick? Oh well nobody knows that better than I.
Matt: At least my ass isn't fat...
Mello: You have no ass, and I'm not fat. Like I could fit in these pants if I was? You're the one who ACTS like a fat-ass
Matt: Acting like something and being something are different things, have you forgotten that while toting guns around like a hired suit? All brawn and no brains Mello?
Mello: I've got both, you fucker. And that gun isn't just for show. I've killed people in ways not even your stupid video games can recreate
Matt: I'm sure. You always were more of a criminal than a detective worthy of L's name.
Mello: I've made men eat their own children, Matt.
I don't care about the fucking title.
I could have had the fucking title. All I care about is winning, by any means.
Matt: That doesn't surprise me really.
You weren't smart enough to beat Near on your own so you use people to do it for you.
I get it.
Mello: You think Near could do it on his own? Well guess what, he ISN'T.
Near couldn't fucking tie his own shoelaces, if he wore shoes.
And what's more? I've gotten much closer to winning than he ever has. The real shit is having a perfect win. I'm going for the perfect win.
Matt: But you dropped the ball. Every single time. There is no such thing as a perfect win, not if you are attached to it.
Mello: You wanna open that door and say that to my face, you little cunt?
Matt: And there we have it, the threats again because that's all you can do. You can't win intellectually so you resort to violence. Smooth Mello.
Mello: Fists, words, I don't give a shit. What do you think makes history, Matt? It's the bastard with the bigger gun, not the better diplomacy skills. The fucker who wins the war writes history, and his fight becomes righteousness
And the loser is nothing more than that, a loser, which is what you will be when u lose this bet.
Matt: We will see who wins this war.
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