Motive and Mayhem
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › Mello/Matt
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,580
Reviews:
5
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Currently Reading:
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Transition
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 13: Transition
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The rest of the week had been spent 'in training' as Matt called it. First, however, Mello's arms were released for a few hours and he was allowed to soak in a hot bath to help ease the pain and tension. That had been a better reward than Mello had dared to look forward to, and when he'd crawled from the bath and dried himself off, he didn't fight when the handcuffs were put back on.
That wasn't to say he enjoyed having them back on. He simply realized that it was easier to comply than to start back at square one. He had no doubts that if he started fighting back again, Matt wouldn't hesitate to put aside another week or two to 'convince' Mello into submitting again.
It would be quite some time before Mello would be entirely obedient, entirely willing to submit. They had, however, passed over the first hurdle unscathed. Mello had said the word, had given up control of the situation and considered Matt's logic. He had submitted of his own free will -- they both knew that he could hold out for weeks at a time if it was just about sex and orgasms.
This was more than that, it was a battle of wills, one that Matt would eventually win. The very fact that Mello had agreed to these horrendous parties was proof. Even if it was for a case, they both knew Matt had selfish reasons. He always did, Mello thought bitterly.
It must have shown on his face, because Matt grabbed his chin, gave him a firm glare. He sighed softly, averted his gaze in a silent apology. It must have been accepted, because his chin was released and he was allowed to return to drifting in thought.
They were still talking about him. Matt was selling them some story about an internet dating site, that they had met and spoken at length about fantasies. The truth was, from time to time, they still had battles of will, mostly when Mello was feeling particularly insecure about something or other.
Or when he was looking over the Kira case files again. It just didn't feel right. He couldn't wrap his head around Near trying to frame him, so he was looking for loopholes, little inconsistencies. Every time, Matt pulled him away from the case, told him he was wasting his time.
He almost always told him to kneel, and Mello would almost always refuse. Then there was a fresh week of training, of humiliation, of Matt reasserting his dominance time after time.
Sometime after that, they were taken down to the 'dungeon'. Really, couldn't these people be more creative than all of that? They could, he decided, when he saw all the rigs and contraptions down in that so-called dungeon.
He was thoroughly embarrassed when they left that night. He had been put on one of those rigs and Matt had shown him off by reasserting his dominance right there in front of them. By making Mello do things that were lewd even by their standards, by coaxing the most humiliating sounds from Mello's throat.
When they returned home, Mello was miserable, and the handcuffs were still on. He was surprised when he was rewarded with soft, sensual sex.
Just like the first time that Mello had called him master, the word left his lips on a moan and he succumbed to Matt. Gave in to the pleasure, to the strange sense of freedom that washed over him when he submitted.
For the first time, when the handcuffs were released, he allowed himself to stay pressed up against Matt, taking in his warmth, his scent, his comfort. He nearly cuddled.
Nearly.
It was more like an embrace, a very stiff embrace. Without much moving or affection, just the presence. It was more enjoyable than Mello was willing to admit.
Three months later, the case was closed and the parties were done forever. When they arrived home from the last one and Matt put the handcuffs away, Mello stood in the kitchen doorway. He held a warm mug of hot cocoa cupped between his two hands, wearing an oversized sweater he'd stolen from L when they were children, a pair of black briefs and socks.
"You're going to miss the parties."
Matt glanced up from where he was packing for their flight the next morning. "Yeah," he replied around the cigarette that always seemed to hang from his mouth. "But the job's done and we had an agreement."
"But you'll miss it," Mello replied, taking a slow sip from his mug.
"Yeah, I'll miss it. Not them, though," Matt zipped the carry-on closed.
Mello retreated into the kitchen, grabbed Matt's mug of coffee from the counter and brought it to him. They stood in silence for a long while, drinking slowly from their own mugs and looking at each other over the rims of white porcelain.
At length, Mello lowered his mug, sighed softly as he looked into it. "I've been thinking. About them."
Matt gave a quiet grunt, swallowed his sip of coffee. "And?"
"One of the submissives," he considered his mug as he swirled the cocoa around. "Was talking with me about his relationship with his mistress. The paramilitary couple. Anyway, he told me that it helped out on the job. That the trust they had in the dungeon didn't just go away when they weren't doing the sex part."
"Yeah, I remember you telling me about that," Matt agreed, taking another sip before he continued. "You think it could extend to us, too."
"Mmm," Mello agreed, running a hand through his hair. His left hand wasn't scarred like the rest of his arm. He'd been wearing leather gloves when they'd been attacked, so he'd only had second degree burns there. "So I thought I'd tell you... I'd do it if you want to."
"You can't turn back from something like that," Matt warned. "Once it starts, there's no down-time. You can't kick me out of bed to wake me up like you're so fond of."
"I know," Mello looked up then, let his gaze meet Matt's. "It'll be a challenge, and if he was right, then we'll be better off for it."
It took all he had for Matt to keep the grin from rising to his lips. He would be much better off for it. No more poking around in solved cases. "All right, then. I'll arrange for some down time after the wedding."
"Wedding?!" Mello's eyes bulged.
Matt laughed. "Not ours! L and Light's," he grinned when Mello realized his mistake and flushed.
"Fuck off!" Mello snarled.
Matt couldn't stop laughing, setting his coffee mug down so he wouldn't spill it and pulling Mello close, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'm not the marrying type."
"Me either," Mello grumbled. "You taste like coffee."
"You taste like chocolate," Matt replied easily, kissed him again.
"Bastard," Mello muttered when the kiss broke, finishing off his cocoa and beginning to pack his own things. It was going to be a long flight back to Japan. A very long flight.
And he was willing to bet he'd be joining the 10,000 mile high club before it was over.
He would have won the bet, too, if he'd been able to find anyone willing to bet against a sure thing.
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A/N: Chapter's a little short, but it was a transition chapter, anyways. I'm going to start winding up for the finish in the next chapter, so be prepared! This one is going to end pretty abruptly, with a direct sequel. I do, however, have a very good reason for this. =3 But you'll just have to wait and see!
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Motive and Mayhem
Chapter 13: Transition
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The rest of the week had been spent 'in training' as Matt called it. First, however, Mello's arms were released for a few hours and he was allowed to soak in a hot bath to help ease the pain and tension. That had been a better reward than Mello had dared to look forward to, and when he'd crawled from the bath and dried himself off, he didn't fight when the handcuffs were put back on.
That wasn't to say he enjoyed having them back on. He simply realized that it was easier to comply than to start back at square one. He had no doubts that if he started fighting back again, Matt wouldn't hesitate to put aside another week or two to 'convince' Mello into submitting again.
It would be quite some time before Mello would be entirely obedient, entirely willing to submit. They had, however, passed over the first hurdle unscathed. Mello had said the word, had given up control of the situation and considered Matt's logic. He had submitted of his own free will -- they both knew that he could hold out for weeks at a time if it was just about sex and orgasms.
This was more than that, it was a battle of wills, one that Matt would eventually win. The very fact that Mello had agreed to these horrendous parties was proof. Even if it was for a case, they both knew Matt had selfish reasons. He always did, Mello thought bitterly.
It must have shown on his face, because Matt grabbed his chin, gave him a firm glare. He sighed softly, averted his gaze in a silent apology. It must have been accepted, because his chin was released and he was allowed to return to drifting in thought.
They were still talking about him. Matt was selling them some story about an internet dating site, that they had met and spoken at length about fantasies. The truth was, from time to time, they still had battles of will, mostly when Mello was feeling particularly insecure about something or other.
Or when he was looking over the Kira case files again. It just didn't feel right. He couldn't wrap his head around Near trying to frame him, so he was looking for loopholes, little inconsistencies. Every time, Matt pulled him away from the case, told him he was wasting his time.
He almost always told him to kneel, and Mello would almost always refuse. Then there was a fresh week of training, of humiliation, of Matt reasserting his dominance time after time.
Sometime after that, they were taken down to the 'dungeon'. Really, couldn't these people be more creative than all of that? They could, he decided, when he saw all the rigs and contraptions down in that so-called dungeon.
He was thoroughly embarrassed when they left that night. He had been put on one of those rigs and Matt had shown him off by reasserting his dominance right there in front of them. By making Mello do things that were lewd even by their standards, by coaxing the most humiliating sounds from Mello's throat.
When they returned home, Mello was miserable, and the handcuffs were still on. He was surprised when he was rewarded with soft, sensual sex.
Just like the first time that Mello had called him master, the word left his lips on a moan and he succumbed to Matt. Gave in to the pleasure, to the strange sense of freedom that washed over him when he submitted.
For the first time, when the handcuffs were released, he allowed himself to stay pressed up against Matt, taking in his warmth, his scent, his comfort. He nearly cuddled.
Nearly.
It was more like an embrace, a very stiff embrace. Without much moving or affection, just the presence. It was more enjoyable than Mello was willing to admit.
Three months later, the case was closed and the parties were done forever. When they arrived home from the last one and Matt put the handcuffs away, Mello stood in the kitchen doorway. He held a warm mug of hot cocoa cupped between his two hands, wearing an oversized sweater he'd stolen from L when they were children, a pair of black briefs and socks.
"You're going to miss the parties."
Matt glanced up from where he was packing for their flight the next morning. "Yeah," he replied around the cigarette that always seemed to hang from his mouth. "But the job's done and we had an agreement."
"But you'll miss it," Mello replied, taking a slow sip from his mug.
"Yeah, I'll miss it. Not them, though," Matt zipped the carry-on closed.
Mello retreated into the kitchen, grabbed Matt's mug of coffee from the counter and brought it to him. They stood in silence for a long while, drinking slowly from their own mugs and looking at each other over the rims of white porcelain.
At length, Mello lowered his mug, sighed softly as he looked into it. "I've been thinking. About them."
Matt gave a quiet grunt, swallowed his sip of coffee. "And?"
"One of the submissives," he considered his mug as he swirled the cocoa around. "Was talking with me about his relationship with his mistress. The paramilitary couple. Anyway, he told me that it helped out on the job. That the trust they had in the dungeon didn't just go away when they weren't doing the sex part."
"Yeah, I remember you telling me about that," Matt agreed, taking another sip before he continued. "You think it could extend to us, too."
"Mmm," Mello agreed, running a hand through his hair. His left hand wasn't scarred like the rest of his arm. He'd been wearing leather gloves when they'd been attacked, so he'd only had second degree burns there. "So I thought I'd tell you... I'd do it if you want to."
"You can't turn back from something like that," Matt warned. "Once it starts, there's no down-time. You can't kick me out of bed to wake me up like you're so fond of."
"I know," Mello looked up then, let his gaze meet Matt's. "It'll be a challenge, and if he was right, then we'll be better off for it."
It took all he had for Matt to keep the grin from rising to his lips. He would be much better off for it. No more poking around in solved cases. "All right, then. I'll arrange for some down time after the wedding."
"Wedding?!" Mello's eyes bulged.
Matt laughed. "Not ours! L and Light's," he grinned when Mello realized his mistake and flushed.
"Fuck off!" Mello snarled.
Matt couldn't stop laughing, setting his coffee mug down so he wouldn't spill it and pulling Mello close, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'm not the marrying type."
"Me either," Mello grumbled. "You taste like coffee."
"You taste like chocolate," Matt replied easily, kissed him again.
"Bastard," Mello muttered when the kiss broke, finishing off his cocoa and beginning to pack his own things. It was going to be a long flight back to Japan. A very long flight.
And he was willing to bet he'd be joining the 10,000 mile high club before it was over.
He would have won the bet, too, if he'd been able to find anyone willing to bet against a sure thing.
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A/N: Chapter's a little short, but it was a transition chapter, anyways. I'm going to start winding up for the finish in the next chapter, so be prepared! This one is going to end pretty abruptly, with a direct sequel. I do, however, have a very good reason for this. =3 But you'll just have to wait and see!