Watari Pt 1: L\'s Heirs

Mello had turned over, but he wasn\'t asleep. His eyes were closed, but he lay tense and unyielding. The lights were off, but there was a soft, greenish glow on the ceiling from Matt\'s PSP. The redhead hadn\'t been tired at all, but Mello wanted him to come to bed. He played, muted, waiting for the moment when his lover finally stopped mulling things over and went to sleep. Then Matt could get up and go and do something else instead. Another sigh signalled that that scenario was still a long-term future plan. He reached a checkpoint and paused the game. "What are you worrying about?"



Mello\'s eyes snapped open and he glanced irritably over his shoulder. "What makes you think I\'m doing anything except trying to get to sleep with that infernal clicking going on?"



"You\'ve gone really possessive. You only do that when you\'re worrying." Matt shrugged and lit a cigarette. "Mell, we\'re really hard to kill. If anyone comes here trying, they are going to find us in our home territory too."



"Yeah." He rolled over and wrapped his arm across Matt\'s lap, lying there with his eyes closed until his lover had finished smoking. "Matt, can I make love to you?"



"Look at me a moment." Matt pushed back the blond fringe to gain a better view. "No, come up here so I can see you." Mello rose on his arms, placing one hand on the far side of Matt for better balance, and smiled into his lover\'s face. "Ok, why are you being weird?"



"It\'s weird for me to want to make love with a gorgeous redhead, who..."



"No!" Matt frowned. "It\'s weird for you to ask. It\'s weird for you to demand I come to bed when you do. It\'s weird for you to be acting all possessive and telling me you\'d kill anyone I ran off with. You\'re really freaking me out, ok?"



Mello rolled his eyes and leaned forward, covering Matt\'s upper body. The game was crushed between them, so Mello pulled it out and dropped it onto the unit. He pressed his lips to Matt\'s and caught him up in a bear-hug. His muscles flexed around Matt\'s arms and the younger man was tossled onto his back. Mello\'s kisses carried on, from the corner of Matt\'s mouth to his jawbone and his cheek, up until he met goggles. They were removed. "Someone covertly threatened your life. I get possessive." Mello kissed his eyes and his forehead up to his hairline, then continued down the other side of his face. "That\'s just the way I am. " The kisses were being returned, every inch of face that Matt could reach. Mello smiled. "Of course I could have just taken. You\'re mine, Matt, and while you wear that collar, I can do whatever the fuck I want to with you. But an hour ago, you were whinging about wanting personal space." He chuckled, his breath hot against his lover\'s cheek. "Maybe I also respect you."



"Right." Matt\'s leg bent over Mello\'s, bringing his lower body closer too. "Mihael, you would tell me, wouldn\'t you? If it got as bad as before?"



"Only if you did too." He released Matt\'s newly tattooed arm, only just realising that he was pinning it to his lover\'s side. Matt immediately reached around and kneaded at the muscles on Mello\'s shoulderblade. "I need to know about the drugs, Matty, I need to know about them especially." Mello kissed his lips, hard and passionate to forestall any immediate response. This was something he wanted Matt to consider, not glibly deny. His hand chafed along Matt\'s ribcage, pressing him as close as he could into this embrace. They were both breathless now, so condensed together that their chests had no room to move; their mouths devouring each other so violently, so desperately, that there was no escape for the air in their lungs. When, finally, Mello drew back, they both gasped for oxygen, their bodies already glistening.



"So this is making love?" Matt breathed. "Only it feels more like hot sex or being crushed to death. Or suffocated. It\'s hard to tell."



"Are you complaining?" Mello ran a hand up between the sheet and Matt\'s back.



"No." Matt grinned.



"I know you\'re hurt, I\'m going to be gentle." He bobbed his tongue out. Then his gaze grew darker. "But I\'ll never let you go and they\'ll take you from me over my dead body." Mello swooped again; another crushing kiss in an embrace that bruised. Matt\'s trapped leg escaped and it too was wrapped around Mello\'s body. His knees up and meeting in the small of the Slav\'s back; his calves on Mello\'s arse mashing their sex together. The blond lifted his head up the few inches that allowed breathing. "For the record, you are doing that, not me. That must really fucking hurt, so stop it. You\'ll be regretting it tomorrow morning and punching me while I sleep." His hand pulled away from its entrapment behind Matt\'s back and reached behind himself to slap Matt\'s shin. Their grip loosened.



Matt smiled. "So when does gentle start?"



"As soon as I stop enjoying taking you over."



"Ah, good." Matt winked. "I\'ll stop looking out for it then." Mello smirked and reached up to wipe the red hair from Matt\'s face. For an instant, it seemed that his fingers would close in it, but he remembered in time to be gentle and laughed. "This is hilarious. You have no idea what to do. Go on then, I consent to making love, just to see how far you get."



"Is that a challenge?"



"Yes."



"I\'ve been gentle before."



"Yeah, but that didn\'t count as sex." Matt blew onto his face, saturated in the heat. "That was just shoving your dick into me and cuddling."



Mello burst out laughing and the more he thought about it, the more he laughed. "That is gentle sex, Matty." He slid off the redhead and pulled back the quilt, flapping it to cool them both down. "So my challenge is gentle sex that\'s not vanilla." He grew more thoughtful. After a few seconds, he reached behind him and took a bar of chocolate from the bedside cabinet. He didn\'t bite into it, but held a tiny corner in his mouth.



Matt sniggered. "Some deep thought going on there, Mihael. I\'ll just have a few rounds of..."



"Put that game down and just lie there." Mello didn\'t remove the chocolate. "Right, something I need to know before I start." He leapt out of bed and hunted through the pile of books beside his bedtime cabinet. He switched the light on properly and held the first volume up in his hand. He was standing at the foot of the bed. "What\'s the title of this book?"



Matt bit his lip. "You want to read to me? That\'s your plan."



"No, I want to see how shit your eyesight is. You can\'t read it from there." He stepped a foot closer. "How about now?"



"It\'s the collected works of Yeats."



Mello nodded and lifted a second book. "This one?" Matt seemed very pensive. "Yes, it\'s part of a set, isn\'t it? Your photographic memory isn\'t going to supply the answer this time, because you can\'t rely on the colour. I can\'t believe you kept this from me for so long."



"Keep coming forward, I\'ll tell you when I can read it." Matt swallowed. Mello inched forward. "\'Agnes Grey.\'"



"Right." Mello estimated the distance. "I\'d say that\'s three and a half, four foot before you can read writing half an inch high. Colours you can do further. Ok, that\'s better than I actually thought." He picked up one of Matt\'s t-shirts and folded it, lengthways, a few times. "I\'m going to have to blindfold you." He grinned down until Matt lifted his head from the pillow and allowed his eyes to be covered. He became very still. Mello smiled and crossed to his wardrobe. As quietly as possible, he eased a handful of clothes from their hangers and carried them back to Matt\'s side of the bed. The first was a feather, it lightly traced from Matt\'s knee to his groin. A sharp intake of breath suggested that the redhead had no idea what it was. Mello\'s finger touched Matt\'s lips. The second was Mello\'s hair, dancing across the prone chest, while the feather continued it\'s progress up and down Matt thighs. Mello caught the hand that rose to explore and slammed it back onto the bed. "Naughty."



Matt grinned. "What the fuck is that?"



"Sssh or I\'ll gag you."



"That\'s supposed to deter me?"



Mello laughed and quietly dropped his coat, feathers collapsing into a puddle on the carpet. He took up his jacket and, letting it barely touch, ran the fur over where his hair had been a moment before. Stretching, he whipped his hair across his lover\'s legs, smirking at the confusion that crossed the visible part of the redhead\'s face. Mello leaned down, kissing the soft bridge of Matt\'s foot, continuing up with kisses along his shins and sucking at his knees. The fur brushed Matt\'s nipples, until understanding appeared in his smirk. Mello dropped the jacket, licking from his knees to his groin, then stepped back. He sniggered and silently picked up the PSP, selecting the smooth, hard surface of its underside to press along the creases at the very top of Matt\'s thighs. His lover\'s mouth slid into a circle, wondering, and Mello nearly laughed aloud at the knowledge that Matt could not identity the item most often in his own hands. He covered it with kisses across the red, downy hair above Matt\'s erect penis and finished with licking up the bruised member itself.



"I\'ll give you something for your mouth." Mello drawled, moving away again. Matt obediently parted his lips, mouth wide enough to take what he was expecting. Instead, Mello inserted two squares of chocolate. "Don\'t swallow. Just melt it. I\'ll want it again in a minute." There was a snap as his own mouth was filled with the same. He sucked vigorously, then dribbled the cocoa across Matt\'s chest. "How\'s it going?" Mello closed his mouth over Matt\'s and used his tongue to scoop the confectionary back into his own mouth. Mello liked it, so passed it back again, and retrieved it, carrying on in that manner until the chocolate was in danger of becoming completely dissolved. He dribbled it over Matt\'s stomach and down his thighs. Matt chuckled and Mello laughed. "We are definitely doing that again." Matt opened his mouth again, but this time just received Mello\'s lips over it. The chocolate dried hard on his body.



"So I\'ve just been turned into a chocolate treat?" Matt commented, faining trepidation.



"Yep." Mello grinned, his teeth grazing the area around each streak, making a meal all of the others. His fingers, meantime, travelled and touched everywhere that he could reach. Until eventually he was lying down between Matt\'s spread thighs, eyeing the dick inches from his face. It looked so painful, discoloured from its shaft to its tips, but straining hard and wet with pre-cum. Mello licked and kissed experimentally, Matt gasping somewhere up ahead. "Mmm." The blond lapped until Matt squirmed on the bed and nearly hit him in the head with his knee. Mello\'s hands came out and pinned the thighs to the bed, continuing with his administrations, as Matt\'s rising pelvis thrust into the air. Mello drew back, unwilling to take him fully into his mouth for fear of his teeth causing more damage. His tongue, however, snaked out at every opportunity it could get, until the redhead came with a loud moan and a deep shudder. Mello closed his eyes, then took some of the substance into his mouth and, turning Matt over onto his side, lathered it as lube across his arse. Rising up and behind him, Mello gripped Matt\'s hips and slid inside him. It didn\'t take much, Mello was already over halfway there and, within seconds, was pressing his face into Matt\'s shoulder, ragged breaths turning into a long sigh.



They lay together, lathered, sticky and panting until their hearts settled and their mouths turned to grinning. Mello reached up to pull the t-shirt blindfold away from Matt\'s sweat-soaked head and luxoriated in the blinking gaze of those green eyes. "\'kay, Mell. Not bad."



"Not bad?" Mello leaned over, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I like how I\'m always the one who has to devise these things. Next time we go vanilla, it\'s your turn. I want to know what that perverted mind of yours would come up with. Lazy bastard."



Matt laughed. His stomach, concave under Mello\'s hand, shook with it. "Yeah."



"I love you, Mail."



"I want to know what you were rubbing on me. I nearly shit myself when..." He twisted in Mello\'s grasp to peer over his lover and the edge of the bed. "Your coats!" He laughed. "Nice one." His gaze hunted and came up with nothing that he was looking for, then he glanced at the bedside cabinet and laughed again. "My PSP."



"Yes." Mello smirked, pleased with himself. "Where\'s your oxytocin spray?"



Matt turned his head to eye him suspiciously, "Why?"



"Even if it is chemically induced, I\'d just like to hear you say it." The blond pouted, hoping his eyes wouldn\'t reveal the need too much. Then he realised that, in the position Matt had moved into, all he was seeing was scars.



Matt rolled his eyes and snorted a felt, but not heard, laugh. "How can you feel insecure after what you just did to me?" He lowered himself into a kiss and his hand came up to cover the darkened side of Mello\'s face, not for his own sake, but for the blond\'s. Drawing inches away, he said, "I love you, Mello, body and soul, always have and always will." Then he bobbed his tongue out and lay back down. In his arms, Mello shivered in delight. "How can you ever doubt it? Idiot. I bought you a teddy with it written on."



Mello laughed, "Yes, you did. How could I forget?"



"Precisely." Matt pressed his hand against his own chest. "I need a bath."



"Yeah, me too." Mello grinned.



Matt\'s shoulders shook with suppressed mirth. "Come on then, diva. I\'ll let you do my back."



"Diva?"



"Yes, I\'m still working on the pet name thing."



"Well, it\'s not going to be Diva."



Matt smirked, taking his lover\'s hand and walking with him to the bathroom. "Polly?" At Mello\'s quizzical look, he elaborated. "Pretty Polly." Mello\'s expression said it all. "Ok, give me time. I\'ll get there." He ran the water. "Peach?"



"Peach?"



"Ok, Peach it is."



"Not until I know why."



Matt just laughed and began filling the bath. "My own secret reasons." He pushed Mello up against the wall and kissed him before he could ask more. "Peach it is."