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God is Watching	By : Twylight Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Story Title :: God is Watching

Chapter Title :: Heat

Series ::Death Note

Pairings :: Matt x Mello

Rating :: NC-17

Author :: Twylight ( TwylightRhapsody@gmail.com, www.kuroi-hoshi.deviantart.com )

Warnings :: Boysmex, naughty language, and Mello being a whore.

Summary :: On the eve of Mello's first kill, he ponders his relationship with his best friend, Matt. However, he ends up going a bit further with his thoughts than expected.

Notes :: This takes place about a few months or so into the timeskip, a little after L's death when Mello leaves Whammy's house.

H e a t

"Nothing discernible to the eye of the spirit is more brilliant or obscure than man;

nothing is more formidable, complex, mysterious, and infinite.

There is a prospect greater than the sea, and it is the sky;

there is a prospect greater than the sky, and it is the human soul

~ Victor Hugo, Les Miserables ~

~

         �Y�know, you�re going to hell now, right?� Matt said with a sigh, smoke from his cigarette flowing out the slightly cracked window of his sedan. His tone was rather cool and casual for the serious subject matter. His eyes fell to the mess of blood, black leather, and blond locks that he called his childhood friend�Mello.

         The blond at Matt�s right wiped away the blood from his beaded rosary necklace with one of his gloved hands. It was a rather fitting action for Matt�s statement at the moment. Mello�s languid eyes crept over to his friend at his blas� comment; his silence spoke more to his friend than words really would. Still without a word, he returned to his bothersome chore of wiping the splattered blood from his leather vest and the pale skin of his cheek�he didn�t need Matt to tell him that he was a murderer now. He knew he was a murderer the moment he�d shot his gun.

         Thou shalt not murder.

         Of course, Mello knew it was a sin to kill in cold blood as he had. Being somewhat religious (his parents had apparently been Catholic), Mello knew he would have to pay for his sins someday. He knew without a doubt that his soul was indeed damned to hell or whatever fate awaited the wicked in death. He�d deal with that when the time came; he had bigger problems in life than answering to God at the moment. And, honestly, hell couldn�t be worse than the shit hole of a planet he called home. At least he�d be able to keep that bastard Kira company when he met his in the end.

         For the moment though�damnation or not�Mello needed to get a message out to the heads of organized crime in America and to Kira. Most importantly Kira. He set his gun aside and looked out the window; still without a response to his friend. He knew no amount of praying would save his soul from perdition or purgatory or whatever in the end anyhow. So, really, what was the major concern of killing now? Would he, perhaps, end up in a deeper, viler level of hell than he had before? Mello didn�t care. Or maybe he did care since he was thinking about it now�

         He sighed, wrapping his arms around himself as his eyes followed the blur of lights that passed by the soaked window of Matt�s red car. Mello reached out, letting a hand on the cold glass as it fogged with his breath. He watched the droplets of rain slide gracefully down the glass. It reminded his of the blood of the man he�d just killed. How it had just as effortlessly trailed down the walls of the room.
It had rained like this that day�

~+~

         A young, almost fifteen year-old, Mello threw several of his various black clothing items into a small, beat up bag. He�d managed to find the worn out thing lying around the old English orphanage he�d spent his entire life thus far at. The place was nothing but hollow memories to Mello though; nothing but white washed walls, bookcases, and ephemeral moments of happiness. It might have been a rather pessimistic way of seeing one�s childhood home but Mello just happened to be a pessimist. Or more correctly, he liked he liked to think of the worst possible scenario and then correct his actions before letting said scenario happen.

         Though, often, that didn�t happen with his emotions the way they were.

         Mello wasn�t nearly as prudent and exact as his other housemates like L and Near were� but he liked to think he was occasionally. Mello was undeniably a very bright child. He was considered to be second (with Near) for the position of �L� at the orphanage. �L� was more of a title than a name in a sense; yes, there was an actual man called L but it was more his title than his name. Actually, whoever succeeded L would most likely go by their own name. Mello would be �M� and Near would be �N�. It was how things went at Wammy�s House. And it was a system Mello never appreciated. He�d worked hard his whole life, yet he�d always been compared to that tactical brat Near. Near, whose mind was more methodical and organized than Mello�s, was considered to be a prodigy as was Mello. Though, Mello always felt he was second best. That angered him.

         L had always praised him equally to Near though. The older man had always been kind to him and Mello treated his words like those of God himself sometimes. L had also commented that Mello possessed the skills of �taking action� more so than Near did. Mello had a sort of courage that his �siblings� did not that was true. L himself was sometimes very cautious. And, much like Mello, he hated �losing�. Unlike Mello, however, he knew when to step back and look at his actions before going in head first.

         Though, look where said cautious actions and careful planning got L�death and in Mello�s eyes defeat. Not that he clearly saw it as a total �defeat�. L was a kind person. And, in Mello�s calculations, he almost thought that (perhaps) Kira had been someone close to L. Someone that, just maybe, L would have taken extra-caution in convicting? Maybe. Or possibly he hadn�t had enough evidence to convict the person he suspected�

         L had been a wonderful detective, the most brilliant mind Mello had ever witnessed. He looked up to the older man like a brother, like someone he wanted to be, like someone he wanted to surpass. And when he found out that Kira�that bastard who hid his face from the world and cowered from afar while watching his victims die�had somehow outwitted L, Mello was furious. He wanted revenge and he also wanted to defeat Kira; after all, defeating Kira would be defeating both L and Near.

         Making him number one.

         That ideology, of being number one, was what made Mello Mello. He had to surpass everyone and anyone that got in his way. He wanted to be number one above any and everyone. And it wasn�t just the thrill of competition that caused this ideology�No, it was the fear of someone being better than him that got to Mello. He�d done his best to always outwit and outdo anyone who�d gotten in his way. Mello had made it a point to work hard his whole life�while certain things came so naturally for Near, Mello had to work for what he wanted. He studied, he practiced, and he was always looking to learn more. Anything that would help him at his goal of becoming the best; the most brilliant mind the world had ever seen.

         He pressed as many chocolate bars as he could fit into his knapsack, �Fucking� clothes�� Mello growled before quickly pulling his clothing out and replacing them with chocolate bars he�d hidden in his small room; Roger and Watari had been nice in at least letting Mello have that much while he was growing up. Not that they allowed him much else otherwise.

         Mello knew nothing of his past save for his name. He didn�t know who his mother was or who is father was, all he knew is that his name was Mihael Keehl. He�d tried looking up his name and found that it was most likely from German background but he stopped there. Mihael Keehl wasn�t who he was anyhow. No, he was definitely Mello. It was a nickname given to him by L himself about his various personality traits. A small joke about how �melodramatic� he�d been when he was younger; it was contradicting in some ways, considering that the word mellow itself meant calm and placid. And Mello was anything but. Though, the name had stuck. Much as his short chin length blonde hair, and bright blue eyes had remained in his older years.

         That was another thing Mello was satisfied with besides his brain: his looks. Sure, it took a glance or two to realize that he was a man sometimes but he wasn�t complaining. Mello had reached five foot seven and was at a decent weight. His eyes were somewhat lovely when he wasn�t looking deranged and his hair was soft and straight. He�d been told he was �pretty� several times but he didn�t care. He was happy that he wasn�t ugly. He wasn�t all that interested in intimacy or relationships anyhow; Mello didn�t want to share the spotlight with anyone. No, if he ever did decide to �love� like that, it would have to be someone who was sincerely willing to deal with Mello and his little inferiority complex.

         He heard a knock on the door as he stuffed the rest of his chocolate into his bag and zipped it, �What?!� Mello snapped, watching as the door opened rather slowly. In walked in none other than his (only) friend.

         Matt.

         He was known as the �loner� of Wammy�s House. The boy spent more time with his Nintendo DS, his PSP, and other handheld games than he ever did with another person. The only reason he and Mello were even friends was due to the blond taking the initiative to interact with him. Mello was probably the most sociable child at the orphanage. Everyone knew him and Mello made sure of it. He was always the one winning games and challenging people to games of chess or races. He was looked up to by many. Even Matt. And, since Matt would spend his days in his room, Mello of course had to make sure that the red head knew him.

         Mello, when he was around six, walked right up to Matt and took his handheld game with the rather snide comment, �Can you only play video games? Or do you have an actual name?� he smiled afterwards as Matt stared in disbelief that someone had actually attempted to communicate with him other than �hey kid, move�.

         And, from that day forward, Mello was a constant part of his life. His only friend. How someone as social, beautiful, and bright as Mello came to be his friend was something Matt often pondered. And when he heard that his only friend�his best friend�was leaving the house without him, it didn�t sit too well with him at all; he wasn�t letting him leave alone.

         The red head leaned against the door with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, his fingers were fiddling with the game in his hand and his eyes focused on the screen. Most might find this annoying or rude but it was typical Matt, �You know you�re not supposed to be smoking, dipshit.� Mello slipped his boots on and a pair of sunglasses.

         �I heard you were leaving.� Matt said, his eyes (hidden by his trademark goggles) drifted up from his game. Mello gave the other a small look of shock�Matt rarely looked up from that damned game voluntarily, �Why?� he asked, his finger pausing the game which he soon put in his pockets before blowing a puff of smoke into the air.

         Mello stared for a moment, absorbing what had just happened, before he walked over and plucked the cigarette from the other�s mouth, �Because. I�m not letting that asshole Near beat me. I�m doing things on my own.� He said before dousing the cigarette on the wall and tossing it into the trash. Matt merely shrugged at lit another, �Why do you care?�

         �Well,� Matt put his lighter away after he�d lit his cigarette, �I was thinking I might come with you. You know. Since you�re the only person I talk to here. And things�ll get boring without you to get me in trouble or make mischief.� He smiled, just slightly, �And you�ll get lonely. I know you will.�

         �Fuck you.� Mello promptly snapped, tossing his knapsack of chocolates over his shoulder, �Do I look like I�m lonely? No. Do I look like I care about loneliness? No. Go,� he paused, frustrated, �go play your damn game. I don�t need you. I don�t need Near or-or L. I don�t need Roger or Watari. I don�t need anyone. This is something I�m doing by myself.� Mello�s eyes fell just so as he passed his friend. This is something I have to do by myself.

         But Matt seemed persistent.

         �Sure.� Matt followed Mello, catching the older boy off guard a bit as the redhead followed him in an almost eerie silence other than the sounds of his footsteps, �I didn�t say you needed me. I said you�d be lonely. I don�t think that necessarily implies a need considering you could be lonely but not really need someone, right?� Matt himself was a sharp guy despite his socially awkward state, �How about I just come with you for myself then? Hm? Would that make it okay? I know you don�t like to lean on anyone. And, really, with that knapsack of chocolate, who is gonna carry the real necessities. Am I right?�

         Mello paused�oh, that little shit was trying to beat him, wasn�t he? Asshole. Stupid asshole. Matt knew how to push his buttons, he really did.

         The blond turned back to his friend, still with that air of confidence he always had about him, �I have more than chocolate in here, moron.� He lied, not wanting to be beaten of course, �But since you so offered to be my pack mule and we all know I can�t leave a whiney baby like you alone, how about this: meet me at the train station at midnight. We can�t be seen leaving together. It would cause too much commotion.� Mello gazed over at Matt who nodded, �Midnight exactly. I�m not waiting any longer.�

         With that, he turned from his friend and walked out the door into the storm that had been raging outside. He knew that, within the hour, everyone would know he was missing and there would be turmoil about the house. That would create enough of a diversion for someone like Matt�a complete loner�to leave. No one would really suspect that Matt would follow him other than Near of course. Though, Mello knew that Near wouldn�t do anything to stop Matt so there was no sense in worrying over the matter�

~ + ~

         �We�re back.� Mello�s eyes opened to the uncomfortable sensation of light against his sensitive eyes. He�d fallen asleep on the car ride home apparently. He blinked as he smelled a distinct scent of cigarettes and Matt surrounding him. What the hell? He felt something fluffy hitting his cheek and he realized that, in his sleep, Matt had put that damned fuzzy, piece of shit vest around him. Asshole.

         He looked back at his friend who�d parked in the garage of their small hideout as he slide the vest from his shoulders. Matt strolled around the car and opened the door for Mello, �Stop looking so serious. Your pretty face will develop wrinkles that way.� He offered his friend a small smile before holding his hand out to help the other from the car. Mello first shoved his obnoxious, fluffy vest at him before he allowed Matt to pull him to his feet.

         It had been too long a day.

         Mello kept his hand in Matt�s longer than he needed to as he settled onto his feet. His eyes drifted up to the slightly younger man�s face for a moment, looking at his dark blue eyes through the bottle green of his goggles. He reached up with his free hand, curiously, and pushed the goggles upward, �You shouldn�t follow me into hell, Matt.� His lips curved into a sad smirk, �You�ll get burned.� Mello did care about Matt despite how his (joking) verbal abuse. Matt was someone who was always there for him; the only one who was always there for him. And if there was one thing that would break Mello�s heart, it would be not just losing Matt, but being responsible for his death in some way.

         Mello knew that if that happened, the guilt would eat at him slowly and tortuously.

         Matt looked down at his friend, watching Mello�s blank, blue eyes as they focused on his own. He smirked just so, �Well, then it�s a good thing I like the heat, isn�t it?� he said before letting his friend�s hand go and moving to open the back door of his. Mello frowned at that answer; typical Matt. He would say something like that, wouldn�t he? He crossed his arms defiantly as Matt reemerged from the backseat with their equipment slung over his arms. He had indeed become his little pack mule amongst other things.

         �You�re an idiot.� Mello bumped his hips casually against the car door to shut it, �Saying something like that is like saying you�d jump off a cliff because you like heights.� He muttered as Matt followed him into their safe house. It always frustrated Mello�correction, Matt always frustrated Mello�when he was left speechless by the other man.

         What could he say to that: Well, then it�s a good thing I like the heat, isn�t it?

         Matt had willingly followed him to America, away from the safety of their orphanage back in Britain. He�d now participated in the murder of a man and shot one or two himself. Friend or not, Mello hadn�t thought he�d have such dedication from someone. Mello might have blushed if he were the type. His beady blue eyes carefully watched as Matt circled the kitchen counter into their living room; Mello followed with his hands in his pockets and his head down, �Tomorrow we�re going after that Italian guy.� He said, loudly, hoping to catch Matt�s attention. Mello quietly walked into the kitchen to get himself his favorite snack�chocolate.

         The red-head looked up, watching Mello with a small eye roll as he lit a cigarette and fished around in his pockets for his lighter, �Sure. What time?�

         Mello almost wanted some sort of �no� from him but instead Matt merely said �yes� like the good little puppy he was. �Same time. Nine.� His voice almost hissed as he spoke, his gaze flickering between Matt and his chocolate. He firmly settled on the chocolate however, finding that looking at Matt made him somewhat nervous.

         �That�s good.� Matt said, turning on his game with a sigh, �So. Just to clarify again, why the mafia?�

         The blond snapped a square of his chocolate bar off coolly, �Because. If the police were as organized as organized crime, we�d have caught Kira by now. Not to mention,� Mello walked over and sat next to his friend with an inviting smirk, �I�ve always had a thing for guns and money.�

         �And blowing things up. You and I both know you have an unhealthy obsession with blowing shit up, Mello-dearest. Oh and chocolate. One wonders why you�re not three hundred pounds by now, my dear.� Matt looked over, returning his friend�s catty, know-it-all smirk. It was then he just had to take particular notice his friends� choice of apparel. He wondered how Mello could prance around in that tight leather all day, with a gun in his pants, a chocolate bar in hand, and still call himself all-man.

         Mello leaned closer to Matt, �Oh? Really, because I�d say your tobacco addiction and orgasming over video games would be worse. And don�t get me started on how many bags of potato chips you go through.� He slipped his jacket off and leaned back on the couch�Matt�s eyes followed just so, hidden by the rims of his goggles. Mello looked over, noticing Matt�s eyes on him just a bit. What was he looking at? Mello looked down at himself, noticing his black, zippered up vest had ridden up some, and his far-too-tight black leather pants were settling a little lower than usual. Oh, that little pervert. And here he thought Matt liked women, �Stop ogling me like some five dollar tramp, asshole. Get hooker if you need to get your damned rocks off.�

         Matt�s head snapped up; shit, he�d been looking at him, hadn�t he? Ah well. Nothing new there. Mello begged to be looked at in that damned leather two piece and he knew it. Matt shrugged, not really embarrassed, �Well, Mello, when you dress like a hooker, one could easily assume...�

         �Assume what?� Mello glared, tapping the chocolate against the rim of his mouth, �Oh, fuck off. I dress fashionably. Better than you do with your furry abomination you call a vest. And your top is obnoxious.� He snapped another square of chocolate off, chewing it furiously, �Asshole.�

         Asshole seemed to be Mello�s favorite nickname for him�a term of endearment, perhaps?

         Matt chuckled and continued with his game, not miffed in the least; he was too used to Mello to be hurt be his harsh words. Matt was called �asshole�, �dipshit�, �fucker�, or other colorful nicknames at least once an hour when in Mello�s presence. He thought of them as pet names almost.

         �Just saying, Mells.� Matt tapped furiously at his handheld, �You�d look hot in a dress. And make up.� He chewed on the edge of his cigarette, �Just saying.� He looked over at his blond friend�he looked pissed. And in a moment, he was staring at the steel of Mello�s gun.

         Mello glared, �And you�d look hot with your brain matter splattered on the damn floor, Matt.� He pulled the gun away, knowing he wasn�t threatening Matt all that much�they had small spats like this often. And it wasn�t the first time Matt had admitted to Mello looking like the other gender. He wasn�t too offended anyhow; Mello knew he was a man and he didn�t care what anyone else thought at the moment.

         He leaned back against the couch, frustrated. Tomorrow was going after that Italian group. They were an infamous family within L.A. They specialized in various things such as illegal drugs, putting out and dealing hits, and Black Market activity. The leader of the family had only showed his face in few places�especially with the development of Kira. He had a feeling this would be a somewhat risky ordeal considering.

         And he knew that word would get round about what he�d done to that Russian mob boss soon enough. Hell, the Italians probably knew about it already considering the Russians were one of their worst rivals on the streets. Matt seemed calm though. He had set everything up for tomorrow and Mello knew it would be successful; Matt had hacked into their computers and made sure their alarms wouldn�t go off. He�d gotten a map of the building. Despite Mello�s last flashy assassination (with explosives and the works), he decided to go with a more subtle approach.

         He broke another piece of chocolate off, chewing thoughtfully. Or rather he was trying to think. Though, he found the task difficult with the beeping and clicking of Matt�s game. Usually, he was accustomed to the noise, but for some reason he wanted to crack the screen of Matt�s game at the moment. Mello turned to his friend and took the game away, turning it off and then tossing it back to him.

         Matt glared and grabbed the chocolate bar from his mouth, tossing it on the ground and stomping on it until the sugary sweet was beaten in the floor. Mello, in turn, snapped the cigarette from his mouth and also threw it to the ground. He mashed his boot into it, smirking, �Okay. You win. What?� Matt sighed�admitting defeat was the best way to win with Mello.

         �Your game was annoying me.� Mello replied, looking mournfully at his chocolate bar, �And now you ruined my chocolate. Go get me another bar.� He looked up at Matt, expecting him to get to it. However, instead of obeying like he always did, Matt didn�t move a muscle, �Get. Me. Another. Chocolate. Bar.� He spaced his words out, scowling at Matt with an expression that said he was thoroughly annoyed.

         �You�re a spoiled prima donna, you know that?� Matt said before turning his game on, �You had better hope I remembered to save at that save point back at that vill�� Mello smacked the game away from him and pushed Matt back on the couch, randomly on top of him. The redhead looked up to his friend as he grabbed his collar�the blond looked miffed more so than pissed. It was rather cute more so than threatening; he�d let Mello think he was scary.

         Mello had forgotten when he was going to say after he tackled Matt like he had. And, now that he was on top of him (straddling his hips and holding his wrists down), he felt rather stupid. He had a tendency to do this sometimes; act before thinking. It was one of his weaknesses and he wouldn�t let his weakness show. Instead, he smirked�keeping his confident, Mello attitude, �If I�m a spoiled prima donna, you�re an antisocial, creepy pervert who probably spends more time in front of that damned game screen than with an actual person.�

         �I�m spending time with you now, aren�t I?� Matt replied, coolly, calmly.

         The blonde wanted to smack him, �You were just playing your game a few minutes ago.� Matt knew how to piss him off just so.

         �And you were staring into space, binging on chocolate a few minutes ago.� Again, Matt was calm, without much emotion in his tone. He found that that tone in particular annoyed and irritated his friend; it was like Matt wasn�t taking Mello seriously. And anyone who knew Mello knew that the feisty blond liked being taken seriously. And, indeed, Mello was a little pissed off. At the moment, however, Matt was in no mood for one of the blond�s tantrums, �Come on, Mells, this is ridiculo�� Before Matt could finish his sentence, he noticed Mello�s face getting closer to his. His soft, pinks lips forced themselves on Matt�s, devouring the remainder of whatever Matt was trying to say.

         Matt started, not entirely expecting that. His eyes were wide open, rather than traditionally closed, as Mello�s lips moved against his. Did Mello know what he was doing? For a moment, Matt thought all that chocolate had gone to his head. Or maybe the taste of chocolate in Mello�s mouth was going to his head as he closed his eyes and kissed the blond back.

         Mello hadn�t realized he�d kissed Matt until he felt something soft against his mouth, followed by the gritty taste of cigarettes. His eyes were closed, but he knew what he�d done. He�d kissed Matt. He�d fucking kissed Matt. Why? Well, that answer wasn�t clear to him at the moment. All he knew was he was kissing his best friend and it felt so very right.

         He found himself dazed for a moment, moving his lips against Matt�s stiff ones. God, he�d wanted to do this for awhile, hadn�t he? Or, at least, subconsciously, he had. Mello didn�t know what it was about Matt�he acknowledged the red head was gorgeous�but something sparked a fire in him. Or, perhaps, it was hormones and Matt happened to be the victim of said hormones at the moment. Mello doubted that though, he could very well take �hormones� out in the shower with his right hand.

         A shiver slide down his spine and wracked his whole body as Matt�s lips started to move against his. Oh, God, Matt was kissing him back. Mello loosed his grip on Matt�s wrists and soon the other boy�s arms were around him, pulling him closer. A gloved hand tangled in Mello�s soft, blonde locks.

         When the hell did Matt learn to kiss like this?

         Mello almost felt inadequate when Matt started kissing him back, pulling him closer. Perhaps the gamer had natural talent in sexual areas�or maybe he�d looked up too much porn on the internet and practiced with his pillow? Either way, Mello didn�t care. Matt was enjoying this as much as he was and that was what mattered to him at the moment.

         Lost in the euphoria of the kiss, Mello missed Matt�s hand at his back slide lower and lower until he felt a glove brush against the exposed skin of his back. Matt traced his finger along his spine before moving lower and, rather roughly, cupping one of Mello�s firm, round cheeks and squeezing it. Mello broke the kiss off and blinked�disappointing Matt.

         �Aw.� The redhead breathed, smirking, �I thought you�d blush for me.�

         Mello smirked, running his tongue across his ruby lips, breathing heavily against Matt�s mouth, �I kissed you, remember? Why would I blush if yo�� And it was Mello�s turn to be cut off when Matt pulled his head down and stole another kiss. Mello fisted his hands in his friends black and white shirt, moaning softly into his mouth when Matt squeezed his ass again; he knew Matt was a pervert and this proved it. The hand in his hair soon joined the other and Mello found himself chuckling into kiss. He slipped his mouth from Matt�s and was about to comment when he realized something.

         Here they were: two best friends, two presumably straight males, and they were making out and fondling each other. Yet, neither of them were surprised or even questioned it. Strange.

         Mello mentally shrugged it off; obviously, if neither had questioned it, it needn�t be brought up. He moved his hips against Matt�s, letting out a shaky sigh when he felt the tent that had been pitched in Matt�s pants. Oh, he�d turned him on? A snicker rose from the blond�s lips, �What�d I say about getting your rocks off?� he asked, positively purring as nibbled on Matt�s jaw. Matt�s hands guided Mello�s hips in a circle, the younger groaning at the lovely friction created by his motions.

         �I know. Get a hooker.� Matt managed to get out, darting his tongue up at Mello who shook his head up and away from his mouth. The red head chuckled and bucked up against Mello, �But, hey, you�re here. I�m hard. Why not?� he swallowed a breath as Mello lifted his hips up just so. He wasn�t getting off him was he? Fuck, he wouldn�t leave him like this. No, Mello was a bitch but not that big of a bitch.

         He nearly choked when he felt Mello�s equally gloved hand clasp his clothed cock. He rubbed his hand up and down, a very typical Mello smirk on his lips as he watched Matt grunt and moan like some animal in heat, �Say it: You want me.� Mello felt a miniscule�or maybe not so miniscule�thrill at the thought that Matt wanted him. And he wanted to hear Matt say it.

         �Why should I?� Matt decided to be defiant.

         Mello knew what to say though. He leaned down, biting at the shell of Matt�s ear, �I�ll ride you if you do.� He said, emphasizing his point with a small squeeze. He knew that would get him�and it did. The red head bucked into his hand, letting out a grunt that sounded something like �ohfuckMello�. His hand continued up and down on Matt�s , watching Matt�s face�he made such sexy expressions. Mello ran a hand up and ran it on his face, kissing his cheek and the of his mouth, �Or, if you�re real good,� he darted his tongue into Matt�s ear suddenly, �maybe I�ll let you fuck me. And just think,� He pulled his head up, nipping a trail up to Matt�s lips before he kissed him again; roughly, passionately, before snapping his head back.

         �I�m a virgin.� He said in a low, husky voice.

         And with that, Mello felt Matt�s cock twitch, the younger bucking up into his hand a bit. Matt had lost it with just that? Mello laughed�he�d made Matt cream his pants without much effort. He looked at his friend�s face as he came back from his euphoric haze, �Honestly, Matt, I expected more.� He smiled, almost fondly, before kissing his friend again. Matt mumbled something into the lip lock and Mello pulled back; he could feel Matt recovering already which was, well, surprising. The boy had stamina for someone usually so lazy.

         �I want you.� Matt breathed, his eyes were as dazed as his tone was, �I want you. You�re a man, I know.� he lifted his head up, trying to kiss Mello again who (of course) denied him access to his mouth, �But I want you. I�ve wanted you for a long time now.� He breathed that last admission before attempting to ease Mello up. The blond let him, meeting his lips as he sat up; Matt kissed him rather desperately, his tongue darting into his mouth, hands pulling him closer. Mello smirked into the kiss, wondering just how many years his friend had wanted him.

         Sure, he�d noticed Matt looking at him; though Mello had always thought it was something else. Maybe he had something on his pants or his face? Or, of course, Matt was looking at the girl standing next to him. Now he knew it was Matt�s imagination wondering about him and not someone else. That thrilled Mello inexplicably. Normally, Mello never gave into people. He never submitted. However, Matt was just too much. He was cute; kissing him like a parched man in a dessert might drink water from an oasis, groping his ass like two fresh melons he wanted to cut open and devour. He�d already come with only some slight stimulus of Mello�s hips and his words. So, this time, Mello would allow it.

         Matt pushed him against the couch; breaking the kiss off to nip at his neck as Mello settled back onto the couch, �You�re letting me�?� he looked up, smirking. God, Matt was so sexy when he was turned on like this. His red bangs were in his dark eyes, lips just lightly parted and red from kissing Mello, his pale cheeks painted with a cherry color. Mello grabbed Matt roughly by his scalp and chuckled, watching his friend�s face as he reacted to the tug on his hair.

         �Yes, you,� Mello let his hair go, �can have me. Though,� he reached his hands up and tugged at Matt�s shirt, lifting it up, �if you hurt me too much, I�m fucking your ass with my gun.� He threatened, pulling Matt�s shirt off. He ran his hands on Matt�s pale chest that had, probably never been exposed to the sun. He couldn�t imagine Matt outdoors or in a pool or at a beach. No, Matt was definitely an indoors person.

         He allowed his friend to remove his black vest, sighing as his bare chest was soon assaulted by his friend; wow, he wasn�t shy, was he? Mello wondered if Matt had done this before. He himself hadn�t been intimate before. Not with a woman or a man. No, Matt was his first kiss and, soon to be, his first fuck. He might have gotten sentimental about it had he put a high priority on romantic relationships. Matt, well, he wondered. Mello pulled his head up by his hair again, producing a cute grunt from Matt, �Have you done this before?� he asked, seriously.

         Matt shook his head; apparently words were lost at the moment. He attempted to go back to molesting Mello but felt a tug again, �What?!�

         Mello smirked, amused with his friend, �Nothing.� He dropped Matt�s hair and watched him descend below again. His hands were working at his belt, making quick work of his clasp. Matt became somewhat frustrated with the ties to his leather pants; of course, pushing buttons were easier than doing something like untying pants. Though, they were off. Matt looked up at Mello when he noticed he wasn�t wearing any underwear of the sort, �What?� Mello raised an eyebrow, �Do you honestly think I can fit undergarments in these? Really?� Matt shook his head, a small chuckle rolling from his lips as he pulled the pants down Mello�s hips.

         �Use your mouth.� Mello muttered under his breath, rubbing his hands through Matt�s already messy hair. He watched his friend lick the tip of his newly freed member; that was something new. He bucked his hips up some as Matt began to swallow him. Never in his lifetime had Mello imagined he would be getting head from, of all people, Matt. The blond shuttered, chewing his bottom lip as Matt applied enough suction at the top for a moment before descending down and then back up again. It felt so nice, so wonderful. Mello might have lost himself had he not been determined to last longer than Matt.

         He tugged his friend�s hair up again, �Enough.� Mello shuddered; looking around the room for something, anything that would make Matt�s entering him a little less painful. When he noticed that nothing was at hand, he decided that it was unneeded; he needed Matt before he lost it. However, he felt Matt getting up. Oh, fuck no.

         �No!� Mello growled and pulled him back down, using his other gloved hand to undo the zipper to Matt�s pants. He pulled the red head�s cock out, eliciting a shutter from the other boy, �Just use spit. Something. I don�t know. Just don�t leave this fucking couch.� He spread his legs and pulled Matt down, grinding his erection against the others. He couldn�t stop himself from peeking down at Matt�s crotch; he, of course, wanted to be bigger than him.

         Shit. Matt was at least an inch or two longer and just a bit thicker. Then it hit him that that was going in him.

         Ouch.

         He looked up at Matt who decided that his jeans could be kept on. He pulled his glove off with his teeth and threw it aside before shoving his index and middle finger in his mouth. Matt stuck his fingers in Mello�s ass without much pause, �H-Hey! Ow!� Mello growled at the sudden, uncomfortable intrusion, �Asshole.� He muttered as his friend began moving his fingers in and out and in and out. He bit the side of his mouth when Matt began separating his fingers, scissoring Mello�s behind quicker than he�d thought Matt would. All too soon, the fingers were gone and Mello felt the tip of something very hot and very slick at his entrance.

         Mello let out a shout when Matt shoved himself inside him. God, it hurt. His eyes watered, and he held Matt still with his legs around his waist. He muttered the word, �fuck� over and over, wishing the burning sensation of being practically ripped apart would cease. Of course, it didn�t. And Matt was being impatient.

         Matt began, slowly, moving his hips. He pulled himself out and then pushed back inside Mello, mumbling something unintelligent about Mello being so �tight�. Mello might have smacked him for doing it so quickly had he been able think of something other than pain. His ass was throbbing and Matt seemed to at least be noticing�he might have shot his friend had he not. After about a good minute or two, the pain was less intense and Mello shut his eyes, running his hands on Matt�s back which encouraged the red head to go a bit faster.

         Mello gasped when Matt, finally, hit something in him that felt awfully good. He grabbed Matt�s jean covered ass with his hands and pushed him towards where he�d felt it, �Right there, right there.� Mello nearly shouted when Matt hit his prostate again, this time harder. He did it again, and then several times repeatedly before Mello was quite lost in the intense pleasure, �Harder!� the blond growled, squeezing Matt�s ass and trying to get him to go faster and harder.

         And soon he did.

         Matt was so good at following orders. Mello reached his hands back, clawing at the arm of the couch and lifting himself toward Matt�s hips as the other piston into him. God, sex was good. It was too good. Mello looked up at Matt, the redhead�s teeth clenched as he made the sexiest sounds Mello had ever heard from his friend. He was close too, so close. Mello watched Matt bring his ungloved hand come up and clasp his erection, pumping it roughly and in time with the action of his hips.

         After about a minute of Matt�s hand on him, Mello shouted and closed his eyes; he gave into his previous need to let go, reaching his climax just before Matt. He clenched himself around Matt and fell back, letting his best friend pound himself into oblivion. He looked over as the gamer let his cock go and began thrusting into him with less of a rhythm more abandon. Mello closed his eyes and pulled Matt down, swallowing Matt�s moan as he finished himself; it was a weird feeling when Mello felt Matt tremble and his hips flinch.

         Mello let out a soft sigh when he felt Matt�s cock twitch and empty into him. He probably should have told him not to, but Mello didn�t care. He pulled the redhead down and kissed him; hotly, passionately, and thoroughly. This wasn�t planned in the least, nor had Mello ever thought it would happen, but he was glad that it did.

         Oh, he was definitely going to hell now.

         If killing that guy didn�t do it, letting his best friend fuck him was a one way ticket to hell. He looked up at his satisfied friend after breaking the tired kiss off. Matt was still flushed and sexy, breathing rather heavy now. His hair was completely in shambles from Mello�s pulling, and his lips were probably going to be chapped from sucking on Mello�s.

         �Y�know,� Mello smirked, �you�re going to hell now, right?� he echoed Matt�s previous words exactly, chuckling rather amusedly. Maybe it wasn�t all that funny, but in a way it was. He nestled back into the pillows, letting his arms fall from Matt�s neck as he pulled himself from his friend and laid on the blond�s semen smeared chest.

         Matt yawned, �Smartass.� He muttered, too tired to really come up with any other answer.

Author's note:: I might continue this despite my intentions at a one shot. I hope you all liked it! Please review and rate if you get a chance!
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