#7 "BETS" (MattxMell, Death Note)
Pairing/Fandom: MattxMello, Death Note
Theme: #7 "The Wardrobe" or "I feel pretty"
Title: "Bets"
Author/Artist:
xizarx
Disclaimer: I don't own Death note or any of its characters. Non profit made of this.
Warnings: Crossdressing, porn! No spoiler.
Note: not betaed again, sorry!! ^^U
Note2: I'm not that proud of this, so I draw a thing to make it up a little ^^ Find it here: deviantArt
“That stupid thing! You should have to be able to finish it with your eyes closed by now...”, the blonde said with a unmistakable annoyed voice, his eyes, searching through the lines in some files, narrowed a bit, giving away his barely contained rage.
Matt just kept playing the stupid thing. He knew Mello was stressed and tired -three weeks in that apartment, listening to mostly random conversations and searching information about the SPK would stress anyone. Also, he knew Mello was dangerous when he was angry and had a gun down his pants.
“Who was the idiot that thought you were any sort of genious in the firt place?”, Mello had now steped closer to Matt, and was frowning at him. “What are you good for aside from playing those fuckin' videogames, uh!?”, he added, and threw the pile of papers he was studying at the redhead's direction.
Oh. That was a little too much.
“What do you think you're doing, dude?”, Matt stood up from the couch to face Mello, but the blonde didn't show any sign of noticing, and just grabbed a chocolate bar from a drawer, unwrapped it and bit on it. Bastard. Matt was about to burnst in rage and just punch Mello in the face, but insteadhis lips curled in an amused smile. “Well, I guess you don't mind to show me how lame I am and how easy is this thing?”
Mello arched an almost non-existant brow at Matt's words, knowing they hide a different intention.”You want me to beat you at one of those stupid games of yours?”, he was unable of not smile in satisfation. He'd played some of those things back in Wammy's with the redhead, and he was sure he could win with just one hand.
“Yeap. Tha's it. But I think we can make this a little funnier, what you think, boss?”, Matt lifted his goggles up to his head and smiled at Mello, knowing the blonde boy would never turn it down. Too proud.
“A bet? Yo wanna bet?”, Mello asked incredulous. “Ok. You wanted it”, he reached out and took the machine from Matt's hand.
“If you're able to pass from the first stage, I won't play for the next week. No, next two weeks better. Is that good?”
“Two weeks? Ha, fine. You can say good-bye to your PSP already, moroon!”, Mello sayd amused while starting the machine.
“But, if you can't get that far...you'll do whatever I tell you to, ok?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm not losing, man, stop dreaming.”
...................
“So, that's what you wanted from me, Matt?”, he looked at the reflection on the mirror. “Wearing girl undies?” Mello wasn't shy, and he was aware he looked well in girly clothes.
“How do you feel? You like it?”, asked Matt, who had was now behind Mello, his hands alredy too willing to explore the enticing extension of bare skin. His lips kissed the blonde's shoulder and neck while his eyes were fixed to the image on the mirror. God, Mello was made of sin, of beautiful sin, and the redhead didn't know if he could resist.
“I don't like it!”, Mello rolled his eyes, but he still tilted his head to bare his neck to Matt's mouth. “You're the pervert here with weird kinks...”
“You do like it,” his voice was muffled between kisses and nibbles on Mello's scarred skin. “I'm sure you feel pretty...”, Matt whispered in Mello's ear and licked at it, then fell to his knees. The short mini-skirt clung low on his sharp hips, exposing a large portion of Mello's back, and Matt felt the urge of whorship it, licking, kissing, biting the scant flesh there.
And the truth was Mello loved being whorshipped, he needed to feel special, feel that he could make someone go mad with desire for him. Matt was on his knees, starving for his pale, skinny body, and that made his head light with the feeling of power. A hand crawled under the tiny skirt, and Mello's skin tingled. “Matt...you bastard”, he didn't really know why he cursed the redhead boy, but the other didn't seem to care either, too bussy devouring every bit of Mello his mouth could reach and tugging at the white laced panties down.
The dim light of evening entered the room through the old splintered blind on the window, and Mello couldn't tear his eyes from the erotic image on the mirror: Matt's head had disappeared under his skirt and a hand strocked him under the pink fabric. But he wanted to see more, so grabbed a handful of the skirt and lifted it to his waist, while his other hand looked for support on the wall, leaning forward. Yeah, now he could see Matt's hand around his member, and feel the wetness of his tongue on his anus. A single digit entered him, and Mello cried out, his whole body trembling and his member throbbing between Matt's fingers.
“Damn you, Matt... fuck me *now* or I swear I'll kill you...”
Matt smiled satisphiced against a soft, warm buttcheeck, nibbling at it before stand up behind the blonde and warp his arms around his waist. “Look at you, Mello...”, the redhead's voice was full of need and adoration, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at the burned skin of Mello's shoulder, up to his neck and then to his ear. “You're perfect... so pretty.” Matt didn't usually say things like that, but the image in front of them was his ultimate fantasy.
The only problem there was that Mello had always lacked of patienty. He bend over, hands on the mirror for support, ass rubbing against Matt's still clothed crotch. “You're dead, man...” he threatened, and he wished he had his gun at reach. “Fuck me already!”
Matt, aware of his life was in danger, undid the buttons of his jeans, pulled them down and guided his hard member to the tiny pink hole so willingly offered; it was still slick with saliva, and Matt's cock entered to the middle with the first push. Mello cried in pain, but Matt knew he liked it rough and hard, so pushed again and then he almost cried too. Oh, Mello's body was so warm and welcoming, embracing him with pleasure, he needed a second to take air, then thrusted into heaven.
Their bodies rocked wildy and the mostly empty room echoed their moans and cries. Mello's face was pressed against the mirror, steaming the glass up with his breath and spreading the remains of lipstick on it, while crying and cursing. Matt reached under the skirt and wrapped his fingers around Mello's shaft, strocking fast and roughly. “Mello...I..nhh!..I don't think I can hold much l-longer... Please...oh, please... come for me, Mello!” His arm wrapped on the blonde's waist and he thrusted inside that delicious body deeper and harder, aiming for that spot he knew would take Mello over the edge as well, his other hand still strcOking the hard cock under the pink fabric.
It was a matter of seconds before Mello's body started trembling and convulsing, pulsing hot seed on the mirror, the floor and staining his own skirt, and that look on Mello's face was all Matt wanted to see in his life. His own climax took over his body, and he emptied himself inside of Mello while crying out that fake name.
Matt didn't know how long they'd been like that, catching their breath, but as soon as he released Mello's body the blonde boy fell bonessly to his knees. Matt followed, curling his body behind the other's and just held him there on the floor, kissing soothingly the sweat-covered skin of his forehead, watching the beauty of the man in his arms.
"You know, that second Kira woukd be jeleous of how pretty you look in pink," Matt joked, breaking the bliss of the moment.
"Fuck you," and Mello sunk his elbow in the auburn-haired stomach.
-END-
Theme: #7 "The Wardrobe" or "I feel pretty"
Title: "Bets"
Author/Artist:
xizarx
Disclaimer: I don't own Death note or any of its characters. Non profit made of this.
Warnings: Crossdressing, porn! No spoiler.
Note: not betaed again, sorry!! ^^U
Note2: I'm not that proud of this, so I draw a thing to make it up a little ^^ Find it here: deviantArt
“That stupid thing! You should have to be able to finish it with your eyes closed by now...”, the blonde said with a unmistakable annoyed voice, his eyes, searching through the lines in some files, narrowed a bit, giving away his barely contained rage.
Matt just kept playing the stupid thing. He knew Mello was stressed and tired -three weeks in that apartment, listening to mostly random conversations and searching information about the SPK would stress anyone. Also, he knew Mello was dangerous when he was angry and had a gun down his pants.
“Who was the idiot that thought you were any sort of genious in the firt place?”, Mello had now steped closer to Matt, and was frowning at him. “What are you good for aside from playing those fuckin' videogames, uh!?”, he added, and threw the pile of papers he was studying at the redhead's direction.
Oh. That was a little too much.
“What do you think you're doing, dude?”, Matt stood up from the couch to face Mello, but the blonde didn't show any sign of noticing, and just grabbed a chocolate bar from a drawer, unwrapped it and bit on it. Bastard. Matt was about to burnst in rage and just punch Mello in the face, but insteadhis lips curled in an amused smile. “Well, I guess you don't mind to show me how lame I am and how easy is this thing?”
Mello arched an almost non-existant brow at Matt's words, knowing they hide a different intention.”You want me to beat you at one of those stupid games of yours?”, he was unable of not smile in satisfation. He'd played some of those things back in Wammy's with the redhead, and he was sure he could win with just one hand.
“Yeap. Tha's it. But I think we can make this a little funnier, what you think, boss?”, Matt lifted his goggles up to his head and smiled at Mello, knowing the blonde boy would never turn it down. Too proud.
“A bet? Yo wanna bet?”, Mello asked incredulous. “Ok. You wanted it”, he reached out and took the machine from Matt's hand.
“If you're able to pass from the first stage, I won't play for the next week. No, next two weeks better. Is that good?”
“Two weeks? Ha, fine. You can say good-bye to your PSP already, moroon!”, Mello sayd amused while starting the machine.
“But, if you can't get that far...you'll do whatever I tell you to, ok?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm not losing, man, stop dreaming.”
...................
“So, that's what you wanted from me, Matt?”, he looked at the reflection on the mirror. “Wearing girl undies?” Mello wasn't shy, and he was aware he looked well in girly clothes.
“How do you feel? You like it?”, asked Matt, who had was now behind Mello, his hands alredy too willing to explore the enticing extension of bare skin. His lips kissed the blonde's shoulder and neck while his eyes were fixed to the image on the mirror. God, Mello was made of sin, of beautiful sin, and the redhead didn't know if he could resist.
“I don't like it!”, Mello rolled his eyes, but he still tilted his head to bare his neck to Matt's mouth. “You're the pervert here with weird kinks...”
“You do like it,” his voice was muffled between kisses and nibbles on Mello's scarred skin. “I'm sure you feel pretty...”, Matt whispered in Mello's ear and licked at it, then fell to his knees. The short mini-skirt clung low on his sharp hips, exposing a large portion of Mello's back, and Matt felt the urge of whorship it, licking, kissing, biting the scant flesh there.
And the truth was Mello loved being whorshipped, he needed to feel special, feel that he could make someone go mad with desire for him. Matt was on his knees, starving for his pale, skinny body, and that made his head light with the feeling of power. A hand crawled under the tiny skirt, and Mello's skin tingled. “Matt...you bastard”, he didn't really know why he cursed the redhead boy, but the other didn't seem to care either, too bussy devouring every bit of Mello his mouth could reach and tugging at the white laced panties down.
The dim light of evening entered the room through the old splintered blind on the window, and Mello couldn't tear his eyes from the erotic image on the mirror: Matt's head had disappeared under his skirt and a hand strocked him under the pink fabric. But he wanted to see more, so grabbed a handful of the skirt and lifted it to his waist, while his other hand looked for support on the wall, leaning forward. Yeah, now he could see Matt's hand around his member, and feel the wetness of his tongue on his anus. A single digit entered him, and Mello cried out, his whole body trembling and his member throbbing between Matt's fingers.
“Damn you, Matt... fuck me *now* or I swear I'll kill you...”
Matt smiled satisphiced against a soft, warm buttcheeck, nibbling at it before stand up behind the blonde and warp his arms around his waist. “Look at you, Mello...”, the redhead's voice was full of need and adoration, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at the burned skin of Mello's shoulder, up to his neck and then to his ear. “You're perfect... so pretty.” Matt didn't usually say things like that, but the image in front of them was his ultimate fantasy.
The only problem there was that Mello had always lacked of patienty. He bend over, hands on the mirror for support, ass rubbing against Matt's still clothed crotch. “You're dead, man...” he threatened, and he wished he had his gun at reach. “Fuck me already!”
Matt, aware of his life was in danger, undid the buttons of his jeans, pulled them down and guided his hard member to the tiny pink hole so willingly offered; it was still slick with saliva, and Matt's cock entered to the middle with the first push. Mello cried in pain, but Matt knew he liked it rough and hard, so pushed again and then he almost cried too. Oh, Mello's body was so warm and welcoming, embracing him with pleasure, he needed a second to take air, then thrusted into heaven.
Their bodies rocked wildy and the mostly empty room echoed their moans and cries. Mello's face was pressed against the mirror, steaming the glass up with his breath and spreading the remains of lipstick on it, while crying and cursing. Matt reached under the skirt and wrapped his fingers around Mello's shaft, strocking fast and roughly. “Mello...I..nhh!..I don't think I can hold much l-longer... Please...oh, please... come for me, Mello!” His arm wrapped on the blonde's waist and he thrusted inside that delicious body deeper and harder, aiming for that spot he knew would take Mello over the edge as well, his other hand still strcOking the hard cock under the pink fabric.
It was a matter of seconds before Mello's body started trembling and convulsing, pulsing hot seed on the mirror, the floor and staining his own skirt, and that look on Mello's face was all Matt wanted to see in his life. His own climax took over his body, and he emptied himself inside of Mello while crying out that fake name.
Matt didn't know how long they'd been like that, catching their breath, but as soon as he released Mello's body the blonde boy fell bonessly to his knees. Matt followed, curling his body behind the other's and just held him there on the floor, kissing soothingly the sweat-covered skin of his forehead, watching the beauty of the man in his arms.
"You know, that second Kira woukd be jeleous of how pretty you look in pink," Matt joked, breaking the bliss of the moment.
"Fuck you," and Mello sunk his elbow in the auburn-haired stomach.
-END-