The Hunger

Suggested Listening: Animals by Neon Trees (this seriously inspired me to finally write this chapter)

Part 11

~A is for Aftermath~

Matt woke up to a headache, one not unlike that from a hangover. But his thoughts were clear and silent for once so he stayed still and content and unwilling to make any moves that would break the calm. He was warm, relatively sure he was safe and for once in a long while, he didn't care that he couldn't immediately remember events of the last few days.

"Matt I know you are awake, get off me, I have to piss." Mello's sleep tired voice came from underneath him and Matt's heart lurched and his eyes snapped open. One half glance at the blond had memories spiraling across his mind like that of a movie and he stared in horror as he realized what he had become, what he had DONE. Not only to the people at the bar, but to Mello.

Blood was dried to the blonds mouth and chin making it look like it had been him who had gone off on a killing spree, but from what Matt saw the damage was done by Mello himself; having bitten through his lip.

It had to have been the pain that caused him to do that. Matt immediately felt guilt; sure he had been no more in control of his body than Mello had, but he had hurt him.

"Don't give me that look Matt. I'm...alright. Sore as fuck and in dire need of a shower but alright."

Matt stared dubiously at him. How the fuck could he lay there and- Matt's thoughts stopped abruptly as his eyes locked onto Mello's neck where the bite he'd given him rested. It didn't look good, infected actually, but what worried Matt now that the haze had cleared, was that it had been him who had bit Mello. He hadn't been...transformed at the time, but he had been going through the process of final changes. Did that mean that Mello would become something like him?

Something that should by all rights not exist?

He saw the impatient glare being given at him and rolled over, flopping onto the empty bed space beside the blond. Mello hissed as he sat up, muscles rippling and twitching every few seconds, before seemingly gaining control of himself and slipping off the bed.

Matt took in the heavy limp and the blood and semen that had dried across his thighs; and the dark bruises, hand imprints, and claw marks that littered the blond's body. Matt tore his eyes away and dropped his gaze to his lap; he couldn't believe he had done that to him…

Another thought forced its way to the front of his mind, overwhelming the guilt. What had happened after he'd...raped Mello? He couldn't remember anything, nothing at all after that carnal lust had taken over his being, urging him to mate with the blond.

How had they gotten back to the apartment? Mello obviously hadn't had the time to clean himself, and he obviously hadn't let the blond up whilst passed out... there were so many questions and not enough answers. Matt however, was simply happy he could think again, no matter how blank his thoughts were.

~Mello~

After he had relieved himself, and taken possibly the longest shower in history, he had limped back into his room naked. It wasn't as though he had anything to be shy about, and he wasn't going to put forth the effort when all he was going to do was climb back into bed until walking and sitting didn't make his ass hurt.

He stopped in the doorway and watched as Matt's face was a wash of confusion as he glanced around the room, seemingly just noticing they were in the apartment.

"I don't know how we got here either. I can't remember much. But my bike is here; it's parked out front." he murmured, watching in the barest amusement as Matt jumped at his voice. He had tried to think things through, remember what had happened post orgasm, but his memories had become fuzzy afterwards. He couldn't even remember when Matt had changed back, or if he had even been awake to see it.

He supposed the only logical thing that could have happened was him hauling Matt onto the bike with him and driving to the apartment. Matt would have had to have been passed out as Mello doubted Matt would have gotten on otherwise in the state he'd been.

"I suppose it doesn't really matter, does it?" Matt questioned, bringing his goggle-less eyes to stare at him. Mello felt his body heat under that gaze, as nonsexual as it was, it sent a pleasant shiver through him. There was really no doubt in Mello's mind that he would change as Matt had, but he would take each day as it came and not think on it until he had to.

They had only been there for about a day according to the news, as he couldn't judge things just by the fact that the sun was out, and he still felt drained. He forced his abused body to cross the room despite its protests at moving.

Despite how shitty he felt, Mello knew that in reality he should have been feeling much worse after everything. His lip was closed up and healing though by all rights it shouldn't have been.

He watched as Matt eyed him questioningly as he pulled back the covers and laid face down, head turned to the side and his arm going under it as a pillow. He supposed he should be weary of Matt, but really it hadn't been his fault so he didn't blame him, and even if he had he doubted the feelings would have lasted; he simply felt too strongly for Matt to resent him.

"Stop looking so damn guilty." he murmured, eyes closing of their own accord. The bed was warm despite them having been sleeping on top of the covers before rather than under them as he was now.

"Because I raped you. You can't tell me you wouldn't be feeling the same if out positions were reversed."

Mello felt his mood drop slightly, though he did have to smile a little despite the anguished tone in the redhead's voice. Matt did care about him even if it were only a little, and only as friends.

"In case you forgot, I pelted you with my semen so I can safely assure you I enjoyed it at least in part." he grumbled sarcastically. "Though I really would have liked it more had you been human at the time." he said the last part so quietly he doubted Matt had heard him, and it was probably better that he hadn't.

Matt was silent for so long that Mello had begun to fall asleep again, only coming back to a slight wakefulness as Matt said something about a shower. Mello couldn't blame him, he was covered in dried blood, semen and he couldn't only imagine what his mouth tasted like after having eaten people.

Mello's breaths became deeper whilst listening to the sounds of the shower, the bed smelling like Matt's cigarettes and something huskier. Mello decided he quite liked the smell, whatever it was.

He couldn't tell when it was that the shower had stopped, or when the bed had dipped, but he felt when Matt's arm hesitantly draped across his back and the redhead's breaths caressed his cheek as he laid his head next to him.

"When you're healed...maybe we could try it so long as I'm still human."

And Mello smiled, eyes still closed, as chapped lips planted a kiss at his cheek. Guess it was a good thing Matt had heard him.

He let himself drift off, safe with the only person who had ever made him feel both content and more afraid than he had been in years in the span of a day.

-End Part 11-

AN: If anyone was wondering, Matt heard him because of his heightened hearing. so... there is only the epilogue left and then this baby is done! And then I'm starting a 'special' project. One that feeds my inner darkness. Anyone who has read Silent Dance and JNRR knows that I love torturing the characters, and what better than a fic featuring my inner B?

If you want I'll give you a small sneak peak at it when I post The Hunger's epilogue, its' up to you.