Motive and Mayhem

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 12: Completion

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Morning had taken its sweet time in arriving. Mello was bored out of his mind by the time Matt started to wake, shifting to press his face into the pillow with a soft groan.

It took a full hour after that for Matt to open his eyes, rub the sleep from them and grope for his goggles on the night stand. He pulled them on with a yawn and settled his gaze on Mello. "Morning, pet."

In a flash, Mello's expression went from bored to grumpy. "Why are you doing this?" There was more accusation than curiosity in his tone.

It brought a smile to Matt's lips as he ran a hand through Mello's hair, leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Because it will make you happy," which was true enough, he supposed. If Mello was happy, he'd be more willing to follow along with things and that played into Matt's long-term goals quite nicely.

"You really think this kind of shit is going to make me happy?" Mello scoffed.

The smile warmed as Matt sat up. "You're still here, aren't you? I'm still alive and you haven't moved more than a few inches in the night."

"Doesn't mean I'm happy."

"It means you're not unhappy," Matt replied, ruffling Mello's hair just to irritate him. "It means that you've run all this through your head and you like the rewards I give you. You've realized you have the potential to be happy and even though you don't like it, you accept it as true."

He dodged the half-hearted head butt that was aimed at his ribs. "Don't get mad at me because I'm right. Get up, I'll help you pee."

Why did he have to say it out loud? It sounded so damn stupid and vaguely embarrassing. "You wouldn't have to fuckin' help me if you didn't handcuff my hands behind my back."

"You've already shown why I handcuff them behind and not in front," Matt yawned as he pulled his shirt off, tossed it into a small pile in a corner with all the other dirty laundry. He'd have to take care of that soon, he supposed, when he added pants and underwear to the pile.

He wandered off to the bathroom, yawning and scratching his ass.

Reluctantly, Mello followed behind. His shoulders really were starting to ache from being in the same damn position, never mind the pain from having to dislocate them when he'd nearly escaped.

While Mello had never considered Matt to be terribly skilled socially, he did think that there were enough marbles in Matt's head for him to realize that conversations were not meant to be held in front of toilets.

Apparently, he had been wrong. Just when Matt had finished 'assisting' him with using the toilet, he didn't release Mello like he normally did. Instead, Matt's arms moved up, curling around him possessively as Matt pressed his face into Mello's neck.

"The hell?" Mello asked, looking down at Matt's arms as they tightened a little.

"I like to hold you," Matt said, leaving soft kisses on Mello's shoulder. "You never let me hold you, but yesterday, you fell asleep in my arms. I have selfish reasons for doing this, too."

"I knew that," Mello scoffed, but he leaned back a little, tipping his head back to rest on Matt's shoulder as he gazed up at the bathroom ceiling. "Did you ever think of asking me?"

"You would have said no," which they both knew was true.

"I could have you put in prison for this shit," Mello turned his head so that his nose bumped Matt's cheek.

"You won't," Matt lifted his head enough to give Mello a chaste kiss.

They both knew that was true, too. "You've got bad breath," Mello muttered. "Brush our teeth before you kiss me."

They moved to the sink and Matt went about washing his hands and brushing both their teeth. Then he gave Mello a proper kiss and left him alone in the hotel room to get breakfast.

For the first time, Mello was left alone in the room without being chained down to something. It was, he imagined, a step up from being cuffed to the sink with his arms in a horrendously uncomfortable position.

While he was alone, Mello let himself get lost in thought, curled up in the chair Matt usually sat in. He leaned against the back of the chair, breathing in the stale smoke that had gotten trapped in the fabric, the underlying scent that was distinctly Matt. It was smoky, but more like pipe tobacco than cigarettes, with a hint of fresh suede and sandalwood.

When Mello realized he was sniffing the chair, he jerked his face away from the fabric and got to his feet, heading to the chair he normally sat in for breakfast. He was just settling into it when the door opened and Matt came in, a takeout bag in his hand.

Breakfast today was bagels and coffee, or rather, coffee for Matt and a mocha latte for Mello. He'd complained about the fussiness of the name until he'd gotten a sip of it and understood just why Matt had bought it. He didn't apologize, but he did shut up about it, letting Matt hold his bagel up for him to tear bites out of it. It was a plain, toasted bagel with honey butter slathered onto it, something that Mello liked a lot more than he'd thought he would.

Especially with a mocha latte to wash it down with.

Mello hadn't really known what to expect when breakfast was over, but sex certainly hadn't been it. Slow, sensual, gentle sex, the likes of which he'd never shared with Matt before.

He knew his cheeks had turned crimson but he couldn't be bothered to care. Matt was kissing him so softly, his hands were almost ghosts as they slid across his flesh. The first finger that slipped into him had been so gentle he almost hadn't realized what had happened. The second, the third fingers had been just as gentle while Matt's mouth had explored, claiming flesh all over Mello's body.

Then Matt claimed Mello's mouth as he pressed inside. It was the strangest, most erotic thing they'd ever done, this gentle sex. Mello was left gasping for breath when his mouth was finally released, when their hips finally brushed together.

"You're beautiful like this," Matt whispered into his ear. "So soft, with your cheeks the color of cherries, your mouth hanging open and your body trembling. It's a wonder I've resisted this long," he slid his tongue along the curve of Mello's ear.

"I wanna touch you," Mello whispered, squirming a little as he shifted his arms beneath him.

"No. This is for you, not me," Matt smiled against that ear, moved up to claim Mello's lips again as he began moving within him. A slow, almost painful pace that had the strangest, sweetest noises rising from Mello's lips. They might have been called mewls, not that it mattered. Mello would deny the sounds and Matt wouldn't argue when all was said and done.

It felt like forever that they lay there, moving in slow, languid movements like the tide washing upon the beach. The arousal within them both was building in a slow, careful incline towards orgasm. Mello had long since surrendered to the pleasure swamping him, simply accepting every wave as it came, quiet moans rising from his lips with every inward thrust.

Was this what it was, to make love? The thought was absurd so Mello pushed it out of his mind and focused instead on the task at hand.

Matt was plundering his mouth with slow, smooth sweeps of his tongue, while their hips brushed together once more. It was a pattern, a rhythm, a sweet and sensual dance that was slowly lighting Mello's entire body on fire. He wanted, badly, for Matt to give him climax.

And he knew what it would cost him. He knew that giving in now would be giving in forever. If he said the word once, if he even whispered it, he would repeat it over and over because he'd like it.

Then again, if he was going to enjoy it, there was no point in struggling against it, was there? It was like throwing away chocolate bars just to be spiteful of the person who had bought them. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He really was enjoying himself, once he’d gotten over his anger and arrogance, when he'd finally listened to what Matt had to say on the subject. He'd never agree with the means, but the end he could certainly deal with and, he was sure now, he would enjoy.

So, with his cheeks burning from blush and his body trembling with pleasure, Mello made the decision. Little did he know, it would be one of the most important decisions of his life.

When Matt's lips slid away from his, trailing gentle bites down his neck, Mello swallowed the rest of his pride. With his next breath, he moaned the word Matt had been waiting to hear.

"Master."

He closed his eyes tightly, shivering a little as the strange, unfamiliar word slid from his lips. He felt Matt's on his own a few seconds later, moaned again when the flavor of chocolate burst onto his tongue. When had Matt done that? He moaned, accepting the reward and arching his hips upwards when Matt's hand closed around his erection.

It was about fucking time.

A few minutes later, Mello finally met his first orgasm of the week with a thick moan. It was surprisingly strong despite the quiet sound that accompanied it. When it was over, he was left trembling, exhausted and satisfied. He let out another moan as he felt Matt follow him, felt the explosion of warmth within him.

That was his favorite part and he wondered if he'd told Matt that little tidbit yet. Probably not, he decided when Matt collapsed on top of him, covered with sweat and breathing heavily.

As soon as Matt was coherent again, there was another kiss, this one a little more sloppy as they settled into the afterglow.

Things, Mello thought, had just gotten very complicated.

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A/N: And another chapter is up! Part of next chapter will finish up the flashback and move back into normal time. Unless I get sidetracked, but I don't think that's very probable. =3