There's....something wrong with me. :"D [Challenge drabble - BelphegorxMello]
I think I'm starting to turn into one of those people who, like, writes fanfiction. >>;
Ack, this one doesn't really follow the rules. It's almost 300 words, because I couldn't get the idea as condensed as it seemed to be at first. D:
I hope you like it anyway~
Title: Knives and Chocolate (I need to start making my titles less...obvious)
Pairing: BelphegorxMello
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood, sharp objects in places they don't belong
Challenge: Easter/Spring drabbles
Knives and Chocolate
Mello flipped through his book, bored, the slight breeze from the open window ruffling his blonde hair. He sighed, wishing something more interesting would happen. As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
Jumping up from the couch, the Mafioso reached the door in a few moments, pulling it open. There was no one there. Confused, Mello looked down and noticed a basket with a small chocolate rabbit sitting inside of it.
Picking it up, Mello left the basket outside as he began munching on the rabbit. It was actually really good chocolate, and the blonde didn’t think to wonder who’d sent it.
He’d eaten the ears halfway down when something sharp came in contact with the soft tissue inside his mouth. Sprinting to the bathroom, Mello spat a mouthful of blood and chocolate into the sink, cursing loudly. Even after he’d rinsed his mouth out with water, blood was still seeping from the wound and over his lip. Glancing down, he turned the rabbit upside down, his eyes widening in horror as a sharp knife fell out of it. He recognized that kind of knife…
“Ushishishi~ Ushishishishi~~”
The leather-clad man jerked his head up, cursing again as he regarded the assassin in front of him.
Belphegor smirked victoriously, not giving Mello a chance to speak again before he had him pressed up against the sink, one hand on his throat and his tongue in his mouth.
The blood was being licked from his lips, from his teeth, from his mouth, and the hand was tightening achingly around his throat. Mello felt his legs go weak.
Belphegor pulled away, leaving him gasping and hazy-eyed. The younger smiled at him, his teeth and lips tinged pink.
“What’s the matter, you don’t like my Easter present?”