[ Continued from The Fuck or Die Meme ][ Locked to mjeevas ]

[slavic_sinner]

He hadn't thought this through past getting into a room so he didn't really care when the door shut and they continued, not even looking for the bed he assumed should probably be there. Mello wasn't sure when he'd realized how much he'd missed this--sometime between that first touch and the kiss--but now he couldn't take his hands off Matt's body,

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[mjeevas]

The pause following Mello's wince had Matt pulling back enough to break the kiss. He didn't look at Mello's collar this time, tearing his shirt overhead instead. He could still feel where Mello's nails had scratched over his back and it twisted the excitement in him, a wild frantic need for the other man that led his hands back to the blond. Kicking his pants free when they were low enough, he took a fistful of Mello's shirt and started with a handful of blind steps into the room.

He twisted the shirt, pulling Mello in to kiss with each of those backward steps. Back, back, and he managed to get only a few feet in before hitting the edge of a table. "Fuck," was startled out of him and it was enough to make him stop kissing the other man again. Disentangling himself took effort but he pulled Mello's pants open while they were there, peeling them down the man's legs like a second skin. His hand swept over Mello's dick briefly and then let go.

Sex was prominent in everything but instead of going for another kiss, Matt moved away. He walked around the table, his eyes moving over the contents, and shoved everything that was on top to the ground. The crashes were loud and easy to ignore. "Get on," he said, stroking the table and before leaning in, reaching across the table to pull Mello forward into another kiss. He half wished there had been some form of complimentary chocolate laying around to suck the taste off Mello's lips because he craved the taste of it in the man's mouth.

[slavic_sinner]

Pleased with the bared skin now that the shirt was gone, Mello was already moving in to kiss along Matt's chest and shoulder, biting at his throat around the collar while Matt focused on getting rid of his pants. Distracted, however, by the way Matt was suddenly dragging him forward by the shirt, Mello growled softly. He didn't protest though, stumbling along and holding onto Matt's hair as he was kissed, neither of them watching where they were going. He couldn't help the short laugh that escaped when Matt crashed and cursed, and Mello let go of his hair only to help get his own shirt off while Matt took care of his pants, that touch to his already half-hard arousal sparking a feeling like fire running up his spine and making him want.

For a moment when he was let go and Matt pulled away, Mello just stared at him angrily, a curse already rising to his lips before he suddenly realized what Matt was doing and he stopped arguing. "Fine," Mello muttered, grabbing a hold of Matt's hair again while he hauled himself up on the table mid-kiss, giving Matt's bottom lip a sharp little bite as punishment for leaving, even if he'd had a reason. Well, it was supposed to be a little bite, anyway-- though Mello bit down a touch harder than intended as the collar tightened a fraction of an inch again, and this time the pain lanced through him with a distinct shiver of arousal, only enhancing the heat and the want. For a moment, he could forget the metal was trying to kill him and Mello groaned because it felt good and Matt's mouth tasted good and he wanted to leave his lips bruised with kisses.

[mjeevas]

There was an echo of the pain in Mello's bite. He could feel the collar intruding into this and he didn't know if he cared or not. It was too hard to concentrate on something so small with Mello's mouth on his and how he wanted this. It was different from how dark everything tended to feel these days. It was simple instead of tripping over itself in overcomplications and with Mello on the table he ran his hands over the man's thighs to his hips and dragged him to his side of things. His arms moved around Mello's waist and his hands were taking handfuls of his skin, careless in their haste, because there was always time to explore later and there was an ache to the need inside him that wanted more than this.

"I've missed you," he told Mello, licking the pain from his mouth and taking a step away from how tightly Mello held on to his hair. "For some reason I don't ever seem to realize it until you're here with me again." His bare foot toed at the mess on the floor and he glanced around the room before turning back and kissing the man's jaw. He kissed his neck too, his shoulder. Then he backed away and rifled through the mess on the floor for a mostly depleted bottle of lube and tossed it at Mello.

[slavic_sinner]

The words made him grin suddenly, shifting to get comfortable sitting on the table, legs dangling off the edge facing Matt. "I missed you too, you fucker." He wouldn't admit to the fact he'd been afraid for a while Matt had disappeared again, but none of that mattered now because Matt was tossing lube at him and watching him with lust in his eyes and Mello couldn't care less about the slow trickles of blood inching down along his chest from his neck. It stung but didn't hurt all that badly yet and, besides, his real focus was on smirking down at Matt. "You have to tell me where you've been, later," he suggested more than demanded, rare as that was for him, and in the meantime shifted so he could lean back on the table and parted his legs, already spilling lube haphazardly over his fingers.

Lifting one knee, foot on the table, he spread his thighs and arched up slightly to get his hand comfortably between his legs. "You gonna come over here and do something, or you just gonna watch?" Mello demanded breathlessly, already shoving two fingers into himself with barely a wince, twisting them and shifting his hips again to get comfortable.

[mjeevas]

He snorted at the words and closed the gap between him and the table. "What are you going to do if I decide to just watch?" he teased, pausing once he'd reached Mello to catch a dribble of blood with his finger, following the way it'd come along the blond's chest. He leaned in to lick the blood clean and his tongue pressing all the way up to raw skin and where the spikes were threatening to sink into Mello's throat. He didn't stay there long. Being too aware of the danger they were caught in grated on him as if the hotel room were bloating on self importance. He reached for the discarded bottle of lubricant instead, and dripped the stuff over his dick to chase it down with his fist. He made a lazy job of it but he never seemed to be careful enough with people.

Gripping Mello's thigh after, he leaned in to kiss the man while impatience worked itself inside him. It was in the air he was breathing and under his hand on Mello's skin like a drug. His kiss ended up being too insistent, pressing forward with his hips scraping against the table's edge. Everything was conspiring to pull him in and he gave Mello only a moment longer before catching his wrist to pull it aside. He gathered the man to him with greedy hands, biting the man's lip in belated revenge.

[slavic_sinner]

Mello was already plenty aware of Matt's impatience because his was burning in his blood too, just below the surface, and his hand worked him open quickly, forcing another finger in and twisting his wrist with a soft gasp. "I'd probably punch you," Mello answered belatedly, but carelessly, not worried that Matt would follow through because he knew that look in those green eyes. "You're not about to do that though," he pointed out. "You want me too fucking much." Forcing his fingers deeper while Matt caught his thigh, Mello leaned up into him, chest arching against that hot mouth. He was aware of the blood, aware of the way it smeared over Matt's lips and that image of him lifting his head--teeth bloody and red smeared over one cheek--was fucking beautiful for reasons he couldn't quite explain. Red was a lovely color, making him shudder like the feeling of Matt's hot tongue worming underneath the collar and teasing the raw wounds at his neck.

He barely noticed when Matt pulled his hand away, complying easily and letting himself be dragged forward. The bite was welcomed, revenge or not, and Mello yelped sharply as the spikes dug in further. No way this was supposed to last an hour. He'd be bleeding to death before that, at this rate. But the thought was vague and didn't hold too much weight to it, the pain making him suddenly pleasantly dizzy, that familiar endorphin rush. He grabbed Matt around the neck, holding on tightly as he edged forward on the table, tearing away from the kiss to growl roughly against his ear, "Fuck me already."

[mjeevas]

There wasn't a lot of time left. The yelp made him aware of it and even if it hadn't, he still wanted Mello too much to keep waiting. It was easy to ignore the crawl of fresh blood moving down Mello's chest and he took the man's upraised leg to pull it around him. His arm slid around Mello's waist when the man edged closer and it was all hands grabbing one another as Mello growled in his ear. "I do want you," he agreed and the impatience in Mello's voice was echoed in him.

Pushing into the man was a single motion that pulled them together. Thoughts dispersed under the onslaught of skin and blood and he held still at first but it was just until he could grip Mello's collar. He held it while he fucked the other man because it was the excuse they were using to push forward like this and it felt like a homage to keep touching it as he drove himself into Mello and felt pleasure climb in and urge him to keep moving. Harder, shoving Mello against the edge of the table and wondering why the fuck it took him so long to find his way back into this.

[slavic_sinner]

Mello's heel dug into the small of Matt's back as he dragged himself close, lifting his hips and digging his nails into Matt's shoulders when he felt the slick head of his dick against him. He knew Matt wasn't going to ease him into this, but that was exactly what he wanted right now.

Matt was inside him suddenly, all heat and friction and forcing himself past his body's initial reaction to reject the intrusion. Mello cried out, back arching in a way that crushed their chests together, blood smearing lewdly between them like some sort of primitive ceremonial pledge. Both legs were now wrapped tightly around Matt's waist, nails dragging over his shoulderblades and leaving angry marks and it was all he could do to hold on and try not to scream too loudly when Matt jerked him forward by the collar. Or maybe shoved him back with every thrust. He couldn't tell, and the table was slick with blood and sweat, digging into his skin with every jarring shove of Matt's cock into his body.

Mello gasped raggedly for breath, blood sliding down his back, between his shoulderblades and down the curve of his spine as Matt held the collar and, perhaps unintentionally, drove the metal deeper, tearing skin. His palms slid over Matt's shoulders to find purchase in his hair, pulling just to hold on, and the world was incredibly off-balance, the way he seemed halfway off the edge of the table with every other thrust. The pain drove him higher, senses sharp, and Mello could swear he felt every strand of red hair clutched in his sweaty palms, every drag of skin on skin and the blood trickling between them.

"F-fuck - Matt!" He spat the name like a curse, like a prayer, body twisting against the edge of the table and bucking up against him hard to drive Matt so deep he couldn't breathe.

[mjeevas]

The way the blood spilled over Mello's skin to spread under his hands caught at him. He was hooked, each kiss echoing with the pounding of his thoughts and lust as it squirreled all the way through him.

He pounded it back into Mello, not caring if the collar hurt or if he hurt shoving into him. The act of carelessness followed every other path he'd taken. It was ridiculous to be here, like this, but that didn't matter. The table mattered, pushed with each thrust, his hand catching at the edge as he smacked the other man into it again again again. Mello's hands were on him and he loved how they felt pulling him apart while he was too busy to do anything about it.

He barely paid attention to his name. It was the man's body that kept pushing at him, shoving against his, bringing him deeper into him and he didn't know how long he could stand this. He let go of Mello's collar and his hand was slick with blood that he smeared into the man's blond hair as he fisted it instead to kiss him again, his tongue swiping over the man's lips to push into his mouth and the threat of death was already nonexistent because he couldn't hold on to anything but how Mello felt bucking against him.

[slavic_sinner]

He didn't care that it hurt-- reveled in it, even. Loved every fucking second of feeling like Matt had grabbed some end of him and yanked and just kept unraveling him into nothing. Maybe it was blood loss making him lightheaded, or the adrenaline and endorphin rush, or just the fact he'd fucking missed this and he was happy no matter how hard that collar dug in. Nothing mattered but this, whatever this was, coursing through him in a breathless rush and lighting every nerve ending on fire with Matt's tongue ravaging his mouth.

Mello screamed right into Matt's mouth when he came, digging his heels into Matt's skin hard enough to bruise as he tightened his legs, scratching bloody marks into his shoulders.

[mjeevas]

It was Mello's scream that did it for him, the act of swallowing it inside him and making it his as he fucked him into the table. The man's scream drove him further, it sent him reaching for release with him and it felt like it's own form of drug to be able to end this inside him. Clinging, fingers sinking into skin and pushing the force of his lust into him and then it was over and with the scratches feeling like burns over his back.

He let go of the collar then, slowly, his fingers aching from gripping it so hard.

[slavic_sinner]

The feeling of that heat rushing into him when his body was still trembling and arching with sensation was the most amazing thing. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, shuddering uncontrollably in Matt's arms with his eyes squeezed shut and sweat and blood sticking his hair to his skin. He clung to the moment, the sensations crashing against his body, feeling like he was being torn apart in the most wonderful of ways.

Panting heavily, Mello let himself down slowly to lay on the table when Matt let him go. The collar had unlocked and loosened, but he didn't have the wits about him to take it off, focusing only on breathing for the moment, and on the way his body still felt alight with sensation. It was less intense now though, like echoes through his nerves. It felt like floating, yet the cool wood against his bare back was grounding at the same time, and it was nice. He seemed to have forgotten all about the fact he was still bleeding and his skin was filthy with it.

[mjeevas]

Matt stared at Mello for some time after, his hands on the table holding him over the stretched body on the wood. Then it was crawling on the table to move closer, resting on his knees and leaning over Mello to pull the collar from around his neck. He threw it aside and bent in to the man's throat, licking at the red stains of near death and he didn't feel like it'd touched him enough.

It was another dream. This was a partial reality and each moment that he was caught in another whirlwind it felt like he was capable of recognizing himself less after.

But this recognition was something else. "I think we're getting better at saying hello," he mentioned, looking around as if he would somehow magically find a cigarette waiting for him to take. It wasn't there and his eyes went down to Mello instead. "Or else the hotel is getting better at getting a reaction from us." He didn't like to think that was it, the hotel got too much credit for things already. "Your neck looks like murder."

[slavic_sinner]

Mello grinned at him with a vague expression, still haphazardly stretched out on the table as though he'd been tossed there carelessly. If by 'better' Matt meant possibly the most mind blowing hello he'd ever experienced, then sure. Mello could agree with that.

"Hello," he drawled breathlessly, reaching up slowly with one blood smeared hand with the intent to touch Matt's face. It didn't work. Apparently, his depth perception was currently shot and Mello just let his hand fall with a thump onto the table again, panting shallowly.

Oh, yeah. His neck. Strange how he'd forgotten when the blood was everywhere, sticky beneath the backs of his shoulders and the table.

[mjeevas]

The grin almost pulled a smile out of him in return but in the end he just watched the other man. Mello looked so fucking satisfied and well, Matt couldn't blame him but it was hard to keep his hands from straying back to him. One hand covered the blond's when it fell and he pinned it to the table while coming close to kiss him. Slowly, like he'd run out of steam but was still attempting contact. But when the kiss trailed off, he slid off.

"Where are my pants?" Pants meant cigarettes which is what he needed right now, pushing absently at his hair while looking around the room. He wanted to slump on the couch with a cigarette but he doubted he would if Mello was going to stay strewn on the table like that.

Spotting his pants, he walked across the room and swiped them off the ground to free the carton and lighter from his pocket and then let the pants fall back at his feet. "Come sit down with me over there," he said, not gesturing a location but figuring Mello wasn't paying attention anyway. He lit up on his way back, trying to gauge the damage on the man's neck. He figured he'd live.

[slavic_sinner]

Kissing back languidly, Mello turned his hand in Matt's to lace their fingers clumsily, swiping a last lick over his lips even as he pulled away. He liked that. Kissing.

Kissing was nice. Letting out a breath of a whine when it was over, Mello blinked up at Matt one moment and the ceiling the next, realizing he'd disappeared and remembering to turn his head only after Matt spoke. "Fuck if I know," Mello muttered, but by then Matt had already found his pants.

He was still working his way back to something coherent, an existence that involved more than laying here thinking the lights made Matt's messy hair pretty. He was smeared with blood too, sticky trails of it down his chest from Mello.

"Nnn... no. Too far." He was content laying here and exhaled slowly, pushing the palms of his hands flat against the wood at his side because it felt cool against his skin and his body seemed confused between whether it was hot or cold still. Mello didn't mind. He still felt satisfied and pleasantly blank.