Motive and Mayhem
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › Mello/Matt
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,578
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5
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Currently Reading:
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Stages
SPOILERS: All manga, all anime, L's true name, Another Note, Law and Right, Truth and Justice.
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Motive and Mayhem
Chapter 11: Stages
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Breakfast was much less humiliating than Mello's late night snack. He couldn't move the food to his mouth himself, but Matt wasn't being a jackass about feeding him. The food wasn't half bad, either. Scrambled eggs, bacon and a bowl of miso with oolong tea to wash it all down.
When the food was gone, Matt stood, leaning over the back of Mello's chair to look into his upturned face. The frown looked like a smile from that angle as Matt lowered, pressed his lips to Mello's and slid his tongue into the other's mouth. The kiss was lazy, slow and long.
Mello's cheeks were dusted with a pouty blush when the kiss broke and he was left looking up into Matt's goggles. "I want chocolate."
The laugh that Matt replied with was warm. "It's too early for chocolate. If you behave, I'll give you some after lunch."
The scowl on Mello's face was dark, but he didn't shoot back a pithy reply. Instead, he huffed and looked away, shifting in the chair to get a little more comfortable. He ignored the way Matt's fingers slid into his hair, massaged his scalp in a way that normally calmed and aroused him.
Even so, it pleased Matt. Mello had progressed to sage three and it had only been two days. Two stages and five days to work through them. Matt was, he thought, ahead of schedule. Of course, that was assuming that his modified Kubler-Ross model was accurate.
Stage one, denial. Mello had been through that one and on to stage two in a flash. That one was anger. Now, Mello appeared ready to make a bargain, the heralding of stage three. All that was left was depression and acceptance.
Not that he expected Mello to sit around and mope for very long. Matt expected that one to be more along the lines of pouty thoughtfulness when Mello finally got to it. They'd cross to the final stage after that with some very sensual sex. Or so Matt hoped.
It was all falling into place. Matt smiled as he gave Mello's head a pat, going to the TV and flicking it on, picking up his game controller. He could almost hear the curious blinking at the breakfast table and it took all he had not to grin as he lit up another cigarette.
Slowly, Mello shifted around to look at Matt, to watch him for several long moments. This was new. He wasn't chained down to anything, he wasn't even being watched. It was like he was free to roam the room as he pleased, do whatever he wanted -- anything that he could do with the handcuffs on, anyway. The cage was still set up in the center of the room and Mello gave it a contemptuous kick when he got up, going to one of the beds.
He managed to draw back the covers without falling over or humiliating himself too much. A few moments later and he was snuggled under the blankets, dropping off to a much more comfortable sleep than he'd had the night before.
Matt woke him at lunch, brushed his teeth for him again, helped him take a leak, went through the whole strange ritual. For once, Mello didn't fuss over it, only glowered in irritation. He was able to construe it as pampering in his mind and, with the promise of chocolate not far off, kept his temper in check.
Grumpily, Mello settled into the chair at the table again, let Matt feed him once more. When lunch was over, Matt pulled out a chocolate bar, unwrapped it slowly and took a bite. He stood, going to the chair that had become his gaming chair, patting his thigh.
There was a soft growl, but Mello got up to follow, leaning down to try and snatch the chocolate from Matt's lips, only for it to disappear before he got there. He scowled when he straightened up.
"Sit," Matt gave his leg another pat.
Mello narrowed his eyes, gingerly lowering onto Matt's leg as if it were going to reach up and bite him. Matt's hand slid along his cheek, guiding him in for a kiss. The chocolate that was pushed into his mouth had Mello relaxing, sighing and accepting the sloppy kiss with a great deal less suspicion. He didn't even grunt a complaint when his legs were pulled off the floor and he was left more or less draped over Matt's lap.
Matt shared the entire chocolate bar with Mello like that, licking his lips lazily afterwards and giving his lips a little nip. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" He chuckled when he received a grumpy grunt. "Just stay here a while, okay?" Matt said lightly, pressing another kiss to Mello's lips and picking up his game controller.
As Matt began pummeling his way through another level, Mello was quiet and still, watching the screen flicker. He was still so damn tired. All the fighting, the uncomfortable cage the night before had worn him down to the point that he felt like he could sleep all day. So, he shifted around a little until his head was comfortably pillowed on Matt's shoulder and let himself fall asleep again.
Mello woke to the strange sensation that he was being lifted into the air. He groaned, shifted a little, frowned when he felt a breeze over his ass. He blinked his eyes open, yawned widely as he found himself looking up at Matt's chin.
He didn't stay awake long because soon he was lowered into the plush softness of a bed and he was just too tired to protest when he was embraced. The warmth was so nice that it muddled his mind and had him dropping back off to sleep with Matt's arms wound around him. It was so comfortable, after so damn much discomfort. He sighed happily, nuzzling his face into Matt's chest as the last drops of consciousness left him.
Sleep didn't keep Mello for very long. All too soon he was waking up, Matt’s chin pressed against his forehead. Any sort of escape attempt would wake Matt, so instead he simply lay there, gazing at Matt's shirt in the darkness. There wasn't much light, but his eyes adjusted quickly and he was carelessly counting the pulled threads in the shirt as his mind wandered.
All night, he lay there in silence, counting threads, his mind turning back, always, to that one moment.
I'll make you feel like number one.
Was it really possible? Through such humiliating methods, could he really feel that way? He didn't think it was very reasonable, but since he had the time to while away, he examined the possible reasoning behind it.
For going on three days, he'd been locked up in this room with Matt, his wrists cuffed behind his back. For three days, he'd been Matt's primary focus, the 'important' part of his day. In essence, he had been the number one of Matt's world already -- he hardly felt good about that, but it was a fact.
What, then, would he feel if he allowed himself to cooperate? That was the big question, he supposed. What were the rewards of this situation, if he chose to surrender and embrace the offer Matt was giving him. Offer was a bit strong of a word, but they both knew there was a time limit on how long this could go on. They both had obligations in less than a week's time, things that couldn't be left unattended lest they attract attention.
The most important part of Matt's plan had been, of course, remaining uninterrupted. But he obviously was also relying on Mello to remain silent about what had transpired and that meant that everything hinged upon his cooperation. That Mello was still, in a strange sense, in control.
At the end of the week, Matt would be forced to hand control over to Mello and he had enough faith in both himself and Mello to believe that he wouldn't be reported to the authorities. It was a pretty big thing to trust Mello with, especially since Matt was obviously aware of the initial reaction to the imprisonment. To the humiliation, the punishments the... rewards.
The chocolate kisses were certainly rewards. Mello knew Matt could get more creative with it, that there would be more, better things in the future if he chose to give in. A part of him wanted to do so out of sheer curiosity, to see just what sort of rewards Matt would come up with for him.
And really, it was all about him, wasn't it? He pondered that little piece of information, shifting his head back to look into Matt's sleeping face. He shifted a little, moving upwards to place a soft kiss on those sleeping lips, resting his head on the pillow with Matt's when he was done.
He really was beginning to feel like number one.
It probably wasn't a good thing.
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A/N: And I think the flashback is nearly over. One or two more chapters and then we'll be back to the party. =3 Sorry that this chapter was a little short, it simply needed to be, but I'll start work on the next one right away!
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Motive and Mayhem
Chapter 11: Stages
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Breakfast was much less humiliating than Mello's late night snack. He couldn't move the food to his mouth himself, but Matt wasn't being a jackass about feeding him. The food wasn't half bad, either. Scrambled eggs, bacon and a bowl of miso with oolong tea to wash it all down.
When the food was gone, Matt stood, leaning over the back of Mello's chair to look into his upturned face. The frown looked like a smile from that angle as Matt lowered, pressed his lips to Mello's and slid his tongue into the other's mouth. The kiss was lazy, slow and long.
Mello's cheeks were dusted with a pouty blush when the kiss broke and he was left looking up into Matt's goggles. "I want chocolate."
The laugh that Matt replied with was warm. "It's too early for chocolate. If you behave, I'll give you some after lunch."
The scowl on Mello's face was dark, but he didn't shoot back a pithy reply. Instead, he huffed and looked away, shifting in the chair to get a little more comfortable. He ignored the way Matt's fingers slid into his hair, massaged his scalp in a way that normally calmed and aroused him.
Even so, it pleased Matt. Mello had progressed to sage three and it had only been two days. Two stages and five days to work through them. Matt was, he thought, ahead of schedule. Of course, that was assuming that his modified Kubler-Ross model was accurate.
Stage one, denial. Mello had been through that one and on to stage two in a flash. That one was anger. Now, Mello appeared ready to make a bargain, the heralding of stage three. All that was left was depression and acceptance.
Not that he expected Mello to sit around and mope for very long. Matt expected that one to be more along the lines of pouty thoughtfulness when Mello finally got to it. They'd cross to the final stage after that with some very sensual sex. Or so Matt hoped.
It was all falling into place. Matt smiled as he gave Mello's head a pat, going to the TV and flicking it on, picking up his game controller. He could almost hear the curious blinking at the breakfast table and it took all he had not to grin as he lit up another cigarette.
Slowly, Mello shifted around to look at Matt, to watch him for several long moments. This was new. He wasn't chained down to anything, he wasn't even being watched. It was like he was free to roam the room as he pleased, do whatever he wanted -- anything that he could do with the handcuffs on, anyway. The cage was still set up in the center of the room and Mello gave it a contemptuous kick when he got up, going to one of the beds.
He managed to draw back the covers without falling over or humiliating himself too much. A few moments later and he was snuggled under the blankets, dropping off to a much more comfortable sleep than he'd had the night before.
Matt woke him at lunch, brushed his teeth for him again, helped him take a leak, went through the whole strange ritual. For once, Mello didn't fuss over it, only glowered in irritation. He was able to construe it as pampering in his mind and, with the promise of chocolate not far off, kept his temper in check.
Grumpily, Mello settled into the chair at the table again, let Matt feed him once more. When lunch was over, Matt pulled out a chocolate bar, unwrapped it slowly and took a bite. He stood, going to the chair that had become his gaming chair, patting his thigh.
There was a soft growl, but Mello got up to follow, leaning down to try and snatch the chocolate from Matt's lips, only for it to disappear before he got there. He scowled when he straightened up.
"Sit," Matt gave his leg another pat.
Mello narrowed his eyes, gingerly lowering onto Matt's leg as if it were going to reach up and bite him. Matt's hand slid along his cheek, guiding him in for a kiss. The chocolate that was pushed into his mouth had Mello relaxing, sighing and accepting the sloppy kiss with a great deal less suspicion. He didn't even grunt a complaint when his legs were pulled off the floor and he was left more or less draped over Matt's lap.
Matt shared the entire chocolate bar with Mello like that, licking his lips lazily afterwards and giving his lips a little nip. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" He chuckled when he received a grumpy grunt. "Just stay here a while, okay?" Matt said lightly, pressing another kiss to Mello's lips and picking up his game controller.
As Matt began pummeling his way through another level, Mello was quiet and still, watching the screen flicker. He was still so damn tired. All the fighting, the uncomfortable cage the night before had worn him down to the point that he felt like he could sleep all day. So, he shifted around a little until his head was comfortably pillowed on Matt's shoulder and let himself fall asleep again.
Mello woke to the strange sensation that he was being lifted into the air. He groaned, shifted a little, frowned when he felt a breeze over his ass. He blinked his eyes open, yawned widely as he found himself looking up at Matt's chin.
He didn't stay awake long because soon he was lowered into the plush softness of a bed and he was just too tired to protest when he was embraced. The warmth was so nice that it muddled his mind and had him dropping back off to sleep with Matt's arms wound around him. It was so comfortable, after so damn much discomfort. He sighed happily, nuzzling his face into Matt's chest as the last drops of consciousness left him.
Sleep didn't keep Mello for very long. All too soon he was waking up, Matt’s chin pressed against his forehead. Any sort of escape attempt would wake Matt, so instead he simply lay there, gazing at Matt's shirt in the darkness. There wasn't much light, but his eyes adjusted quickly and he was carelessly counting the pulled threads in the shirt as his mind wandered.
All night, he lay there in silence, counting threads, his mind turning back, always, to that one moment.
I'll make you feel like number one.
Was it really possible? Through such humiliating methods, could he really feel that way? He didn't think it was very reasonable, but since he had the time to while away, he examined the possible reasoning behind it.
For going on three days, he'd been locked up in this room with Matt, his wrists cuffed behind his back. For three days, he'd been Matt's primary focus, the 'important' part of his day. In essence, he had been the number one of Matt's world already -- he hardly felt good about that, but it was a fact.
What, then, would he feel if he allowed himself to cooperate? That was the big question, he supposed. What were the rewards of this situation, if he chose to surrender and embrace the offer Matt was giving him. Offer was a bit strong of a word, but they both knew there was a time limit on how long this could go on. They both had obligations in less than a week's time, things that couldn't be left unattended lest they attract attention.
The most important part of Matt's plan had been, of course, remaining uninterrupted. But he obviously was also relying on Mello to remain silent about what had transpired and that meant that everything hinged upon his cooperation. That Mello was still, in a strange sense, in control.
At the end of the week, Matt would be forced to hand control over to Mello and he had enough faith in both himself and Mello to believe that he wouldn't be reported to the authorities. It was a pretty big thing to trust Mello with, especially since Matt was obviously aware of the initial reaction to the imprisonment. To the humiliation, the punishments the... rewards.
The chocolate kisses were certainly rewards. Mello knew Matt could get more creative with it, that there would be more, better things in the future if he chose to give in. A part of him wanted to do so out of sheer curiosity, to see just what sort of rewards Matt would come up with for him.
And really, it was all about him, wasn't it? He pondered that little piece of information, shifting his head back to look into Matt's sleeping face. He shifted a little, moving upwards to place a soft kiss on those sleeping lips, resting his head on the pillow with Matt's when he was done.
He really was beginning to feel like number one.
It probably wasn't a good thing.
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A/N: And I think the flashback is nearly over. One or two more chapters and then we'll be back to the party. =3 Sorry that this chapter was a little short, it simply needed to be, but I'll start work on the next one right away!