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Who: THE ONGOING SAGA OF LIGHT AND MELLO, pt. 4
What: Mauling. And, yes, "... mauling" ;D
When: December 30th, afternoon-ish?
Where: Light's house.
Warnings/Rating: Mauling. "Mauling". Come on, you get the picture. Probably, um... PG-15, R? ::shrug::

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Generally being an impatient person, Mello leaned his weight on one foot, standing outside of Light's house - yes, his house, of all places to show up unannounced, not entirely sure if other members of his family might be home. The more the better. Mello had said he wanted to meet Sayu, Light's sister, after all

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Seeing Mello standing there, Light's expression remained unchanged. "Promise?" he repeated, stepping aside. "Come on in. I wasn't expecting to see you." Inwardly, he was pretty sure why Mello was there. At least his greeting hadn't been a punch to the face, Light thought ruefully. That would be difficult to explain to his parents.

"What brings you here of all places?" Light asked, quirking an eyebrow. "Hope you didn't walk. It's freezing."

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"No, I didn't walk." He gestured behind him at the door, where, if Light took the time to look, a Ducati was parked in the driveway. Riding a motorcycle probably wasn't much better than walking, but then again, he wasn't about to go make off with Matt's car when he had other means of transportation he could use. The Ducati would work. "Just delivering a promise, like I told you."

This said, Mello stepped past the threshold, closing the door with a click at his back. Then he stepped toward Light, reaching with one gloved hand to fist strong fingers in the collar of shirt and quickly bringing the other up with the purpose of swinging at his face. Hard.

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Light glanced over at the driveway, spotting the Ducati, and shrugged. "I see," he said, as Mello shut the door.

Before he could say anything more, though, Light found himself jerked forward as Mello grabbed his shirt. His eyes didn't widen as Mello's fist came hurtling towards his face -- he had been half-expecting this. Instead, he twisted hard to the right, lips thinning into a hard line. He wasn't able to pull himself free, but Mello's punch, which had been aimed right for his nose, impacted hard on his left cheekbone instead. Hissing his breath quietly through his teeth as the pain blossomed, Light retaliated, grabbing the other boy's punching hand with his left, then shifting his left foot back and kicking out with his right, hooking it around Mello's leg and pulling in order to throw Mello off-balance

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((OOC: OKAY, SINCE I'M A CHICKEN AND DON'T DO EXPLICIT SCENES, let's have a nice fade-to-black here. Pretend Mello and Light, idk, did stuff.))

Still breathing somewhat heavily, Light propped himself up on his elbows on the bed, head tilted back. He was smirking, a satisfied cat-got-the-canary sort of smirk. "Feel better now?" he asked Mello, shooting him a casually amused look. "That should have been enough of an outlet for your frustration with me." He was still smirking as he spoke, tone needle-sharp, eyes full of mischief.

With all the necessary clean-up done, Light was quite ready to just relax now for a while. Spending time with Mello always seemed to end up as an experience something like a mental -- and, partly, emotional -- rollercoaster. Unwinding sounded just about right. So he sank down onto the bed, lying flat. Then he stretched, lifting up his right leg and grabbing hold of it with his hands, pulling it back towards him so that his knee was a few centimeters from his nose.

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ooc: MMM STUFF it's okay I still love you ♥Breath coming equally as shallow, Mello took a minute go gather his bearings, a smirk mirroring Light's own wide across his lips. "Yeah, feels pretty good." He sat up, legs folded below him, hands stabilizing him with palms pressed against the duvet. "You're better than I thought you'd be." Returning the look right back, Mello crawled some over the bed until he lay parallel to Light, eyes lidded. He made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat before turning onto his side, glancing sidelong to let the eye contact last

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"Sex isn't exactly rocket science, and if I put my mind to it I wouldn't be half bad at that," Light pointed out. "I don't do awkward, blushing virgin, I'm afraid." He let his leg fall back onto the bed, then repeated the same process with the other one -- on this side, he was slightly more flexible, touching knee to nose, shin to forehead. Then he exhaled heavily and let that leg sink back onto the duvet as well.

One trait Light had cultivated over the years was that of being able to, as it were, select his emotions -- in certain situations, at least. Oh, he entertained the possibility of awkwardness, uncertainty, embarrassment, aware of their closeness, knowing that those would probably be normal reactions for many people -- but not for him. He entertained them, and then he dismissed them; he wasn't that sort of a person, he was Light Yagami. He was confident, in control.

It wasn't even an act, it wasn't even positive thinking or self-cheerleading so much as it was just him, shaping his own nature as he went along

TL;DR TIEM

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"Yeah, I got that much," he replied easily, voice on the cusp of thoughtful and amused, a significant contrast from the usual sarcastic tone he generally used. "I'm not a big fan of the whole awkward and blushing virgin thing, anyway. No big loss." Lending himself over to the calm in his body, the adrenaline of before clearing his mind and filtering his often chaotic thoughts, Mello eyes lowered to the wrinkled duvet, almost-but-not-quite closing. Opting to, surprisingly, simply listen.

Contrary to popular belief, Mello hadn't been with that many people like he was with Light now. Although he was definitely experienced in this kind of extracurricular activity, there were only a choice few he would actually bother sticking around after it had all been said and done. Not that Light was special, in this instance, and not that Mello was too tired to get up and leave if he so desired - but it was something else. Nothing too significant; he was mostly curious