Watari Pt 2: Wammy's House

Matt was naked and about to climb into bed, when Mello jogged back up the stairs and into their bedroom. They had been about to retire for the night when it had occurred to Matt that he hadn\'t put the bins out ready for collection day. Mello had been the more fully dressed at the time and therefore, with a wilting glare, he had gone to do it. His skin and leathers carried with them now the sudden chill of the night air and he involuntarily shivered. "Don\'t get in there, I want to show you something first, guapo." Mello closed the door. "The wind\'s changed out there and it\'s coming off the sea. Gone really chilly." His boots became entangled in fabric and Mello glanced down. His feathered coat was lying on the floor, along with various other garments. "This bedroom\'s turning into a right state as well. But by the by, come with me."



"Mell, I\'m freezing." Matt leapt away as Mello wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Fuck and you\'re worse! Thank you for volunteering just now, but could you please..."



"Matt, live with it." Mello propelled him around the bed. "This is important, I promise you. I know you\'re shivering."



"Because it\'s freezing."



They reached Mello\'s side of the bed and he turned Matt until they were facing each other. "This won\'t take long and then you will be under the quilt and getting warm. Before anything else, I want you to know that you are so gorgeous to me. I can\'t look at you without wanting to fuck you senseless. Ok?" He waited until Matt raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Be honest with me. I\'m just talking about the physical now. How do you feel right now? Remember, just the physical."



"Cold."



Mello rolled his eyes. "I bet if I produced handcuffs and slapped you across the face you\'d suddenly stop whinging about the temperature!"



Matt glanced down at his husband\'s hands, but they only held a chocolate bar. He shrugged, "Well, yeah, but you\'re not going to."



Mello tilted his head, fixing him with a warning glare, "I might. Are you going to ask me to hurt you? We\'re about to go to bed and there\'s at least handcuffs in the bedside cabinet. Plenty more besides. I know how your mind works. You\'ve been more upset these past few days than I\'ve ever seen you and you\'ve had me beating the crap out of you for far less than this. In fact, you\'ve been hinting like mad for it. You\'ve done everything but straight out ask for it. And before you say anything, yes, it\'s great for me too."



"Can we discuss this in bed?" Matt dithered, his arms wrapped around himself. "Where it\'s warmer."



"Answer the question, Mail."



Matt puffed out his cheeks. "Yes, that would be very lovely, thank you very much." He reached for the quilt, but Mello caught his wrist and turned him away. "Aww!"



Mello grinned. "I know, I\'m such an evil bastard to you." He gathered him in his arms, though the transference of body heat was, at best, negligible. "So you know that you\'re gorgeous; that I get off on violent sex with you; and we know that you are quite prepared for that to happen right now? We\'re all secure with that, right?" He waited until Matt nodded. "Good. I just want you to see the world through my eyes for thirty seconds and then you\'re free to get into bed. I promise." He frog-marched the redhead across to the wardrobe. Not quite level with the bed, the full-length mirror overlooked that section of the room between Mello\'s side of the bed and the dressing table. "Tell me honestly what you see, Matty.



"Me freezing to death."



"You do go on at times!" Mello sighed. "Let\'s start with your hands." He reached from behind and encircled Matt\'s stomach with his own arms. "Bruised around holes, where you had drips attached and a cut near your thumb from down in the cave. There\'s your wrists, still rubbed raw from handcuffs a few days ago. This arm healing quite nicely from the tattoo and ready for the next session, while your other arm has healing cuts on it. Oh and a nasty bruise up here from my belt." He reached up and prised Matt\'s arms away from his chest. The word \'MINE\' was reflected backwards in scabs. "You\'re not even breathing in and I can count every rib. Cigarette burn on your stomach. Tell me, because your vision is eidetic and mine is just tired, how many bruises, cuts and scars precisely can you count?" Matt bowed his head and Mello hugged him, kissing his neck. "You are fucking gorgeous, Matty. I swear. I remember causing most of these marks on you and if you have no regrets, then neither do I. It was hot and I\'d do it again tomorrow." He kissed him again. "I\'ve made my point, get in bed."



Matt pulled away and walked around to his side of the bed. He jumped in, tucked the quilt around him and turned away from Mello. A moment later, his muffled voice spoke softly from underneath the covers. "We\'ve been down this road about ten times."



"Yes." Mello undressed. "And we keep coming back to it, because neither one of us ever learn. If I\'ve done that to you in two years, what are you going to look like in ten? I just want you to get it in your head that when I say, \'no, let your body recover a bit\', it\'s not because I\'m going soft or I\'m never going to be rough with you again. I\'m not denying your stamina. When I nag you about eating properly, it\'s not because I\'m..." He heard the sniffs. "Are you crying again?" Matt didn\'t reply, but he turned his face more completely into the mattress. "Did you miss the bit where I said you\'re gorgeous? I said it twice." Mello stared across the bed, listening to the obvious attempt to conceal the tears. "Which bit precisely are you crying about?" There was no response, but the sniffs were quietening. "Was it how you think I see you? Was it because you\'ve never stood in that mirror and looked at yourself like that before? Didn\'t you know?"



From the depths of the bed, Matt replied gruffly, "Just get in bed, Mello."



Mello glared back. He slowly moved to his bedside cabinet and placed the chocolate bar down, then stood staring at the drawer beneath it. He glanced back. Matt was still turned away from him. The fold of the quilt made it obvious that he was curled in a foetal position underneath. "You see, this is my big decision now. I could own you, possessively and painfully, and you\'d come out of your shell and oh! Good! the world is ok again. I could do that even though I can see what I\'ve just shown you in the mirror and the evidence of my own eyes runs totally contrary to the testimony from your mouth." He opened and slammed shut the drawer. There was perfect stillness beneath the covers. Mello leapt, one foot on the bed, landing on top of the redhead. There was a muffled shriek, but Mello ignored it. He yanked back the top of the quilt and found a shoulder to shove back. Matt stared up at him, cheeks stained and eyes glistening, fear stark across his features. Mello raised his fist and snarled down. "You point to the one square inch of you which isn\'t hurting you and I will mark it for you."



Matt swallowed hard, defiance flooded back into those green eyes. "My arse."



"You bastard." Mello growled. "Do not provoke me, Matt."



"Or...?"



Mello dived down and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. His hands held Matt\'s head and he slipped off, still holding the kiss, pressing his leg under the covers. Matt pulled them back, waited until Mello was on top of him, then threw the quilt over them both. The blond leaned back, his weight on his elbows. "What do you want?"



Matt smiled. "I get a choice?"



"Ooh! Scary." Mello glared. "Yes, you get a choice. However," His mouth slipped into a smirk, "it has to be something that doesn\'t hurt you in places where you are already bruised, cut or otherwise in pain." He watched the uncertainty pass over Matt\'s face. "I\'ll leave marks everywhere else. I really have no problem hurting you, guapo, just not where you already are hurt. Moreover, we are going to have sex every day this week under those conditions and you, my beautiful genius, are going to come up with how that\'s going to happen." He rolled off the redhead and stretched. "Oh! I even impress myself sometimes."



Matt turned his head to look at his smug lover. "Oh really?" He rose and scrambled over the blond, lunging into the drawer. Inside was a semi-automatic gun and nothing else. "Where are the handcuffs?" Beneath him, Mello grinned. "Fucker." His fingers briefly glasped the hilt of the gun, then a thought occurred to him. "You didn\'t have time to hide them properly. So..." Matt leaned off the edge of the bed and peered underneath. "Ah-ha!"



Mello\'s hand wriggled out from under Matt\'s thighs and grabbed him by the back of the collar. "Leave the handcuffs under the bed, unless you have a plan which doesn\'t involve them being on your wrists. Or mine." Mello frowned slightly. "Ok, you can put them on mine, if you want. That\'s not against the rules."



The collar was digging into the underside of Matt\'s chin, he wriggled back and peered at his husband. "You\'re making the rules up in your head as you go along, princess."



"Yeah." Mello smirked. "But I think I\'ve got them now." He pulled on the collar. "Let me see what you\'ve got in your hands."



Matt frowned. "I am bruised on my neck by the way. Just for your information." Mello let go of the collar. "Well, that shot me in the foot, didn\'t it? My rule! I\'m not going to point things like that out to you again."



"You don\'t get to make rules. You\'re my whore." Mello smiled. "If I find out something like that and you haven\'t told me, then you\'ll be punished." His smile deepened. "I haven\'t even told you about the punishments yet. My God, they are great. I\'m having so much fun thinking them up that I\'m hoping you\'re going to be really naughty."



"Oh yeah?" Matt grinned.



"You\'re confusing the word \'punishment\' with hot sex; I\'m thinking of it more in the context of a deterent. For example, one punishment might be you being forced to eat five fruit and vegetables a day until further notice." He laughed at Matt\'s incredulous expression. "You think I owned you before? You haven\'t seen nothing yet, guapo." Matt sat up, rising above him. Mello saw the gun and handcuffs in his hands. "That\'s fucking loaded! You irresponsible fuckwit!" He took him from him and dropped it back into the drawer. "Never touch my firearms again. Do what you want with your own, but you don\'t know how I left mine."



Matt shrugged and walked on his knees over to his side of the bed. He opened his drawer and bent over it. There were metallic sounds and Mello narrowed his eyes. Matt dived for the headboard and had one wrist secured to it by the time Mello was on top of him grabbing at the arm. "Can\'t touch it! Bruised wrists! You can\'t touch them."



"That is not a loophole." Mello glared. "Doing it to yourself is not permitted. Listen to the bloody rules before you try wriggling out of them." He could feel Matt moving his hips beneath him, grinding their groins together. "You can stop that as well." He lowered a hand to grip his husband\'s pelvis, remembering in time that it was also bruised. "Matt, just stop it." He didn\'t, so Mello began to move away. Matt\'s free arm rose and Mello grabbed it. "I don\'t even know how you thought you were going to attach it with your other hand secured!"



"On the same bar, where I can reach." Matt glanced up at the headboard. "You\'re pressing on a cut."



Mello laughed, lowering himself for a kiss. "The really amusing thing here is that you don\'t know that you\'ve already lost." He shifted to the cut arm and kissed it too. "Please do carry on playing straight into my hands. It\'s a great ego boost and kind of reassuring how much I know you."



Matt frowned, "Bluffing."



"No." Mello grinned. "All going perfectly according to plan. But your mind is evidently running a little more slowly today, so I\'m going to do three things to help you out." He moved upwards, kissing the large bruise on Matt\'s bicep, then another on his shoulder. "Any others in this area?"



"There\'s another just behind that shoulder."



"Thank you." Mello eased around and found it, kissing it several times. "First of all, I\'m going to take over again. I\'ll work out today\'s sex, within the rules, of course, to give you time to work out tomorrow\'s and the next day\'s, and the rest of the week\'s. Here\'s what it will be. I\'m going to find, with your help, every place on your body that hurts and I\'m going to kiss it better; then we\'ll see what develops from there. Is that ok with you?"



Matt triumphantly attached the second set of handcuffs. "Yes."



Mello smiled and shook his head. "Secondly, I\'m going to tell you the rules. They are that anything goes. I\'m not afraid to try anything, if you\'re not. But there are provisos. You know one of them already, which is that you cannot be hurt in a place already hurting."



"Perceived hurting or actual hurting?"



"Obviously perceived, because you lie through your fucking teeth on the subject." Mello shrugged. "If I see an injury, I\'m going to assume it hurts. I watch you like a hawk anyway, because ogling you makes me happy, so I\'ll also be looking for you favouring one hand over another or sitting in a way that alleviates some hidden hurt. As I own you, you are therefore an extension of me and so you may not hurt yourself either. If you so much as cut yourself shaving, I will consider it an infraction of the rules and you will be punished." His gaze slid up to the hands captured at the headboard. "You\'ve already incurred one penalty and it will be eating five fruit and vegetables a day." His gaze darkened. "And trust me, I have forced people to swallow things far more deadly than an orange. You can test me on this one if you wish, though I really wouldn\'t recommend it."



"I can pull off five fruit and veg." Matt replied carefully.



"Wine does not count as grapes; tobacco doesn\'t count as leafy salad; cannabis is a herb, not a vegetable; cider doesn\'t count as apples. In fact, I will be choosing the fruit and vegetables." Mello smirked, lowering his mouth to kiss around Matt\'s neck. His hand breezed down his body to cup Matt\'s balls. "Another proviso is that it only involves us. I\'m too selfish to share you." He began stroking upwards, taking Matt\'s member in his grasp and tightening until he heard a low moan. "I haven\'t mentioned the reward system yet. Co-operate with me and you will enjoy the results."



"Ok, I\'ll eat the orange."



"I know you will. That\'s not co-operation, Matty, that\'s not incurring further punishment. Co-operation is going above and beyond what you\'re told to do. It\'s not maintaining the average, it\'s hitting new hiscores according to the rules of my game." He felt Matt starting to squirm under him, pushing up into his hand. "And you do love games." His lips brushed along another bruise, trailing kisses in their wake. "Any thoughts on strategy, guapo?"



Matt gasped, pressing against him. The handcuffs rattled, taut against his wrists. His words emerged in staccato breaths, "My side hurts. You\'re lying on it. I don\'t mind."



"But I do." Mello smiled. He arched backwards, shifting down to kiss the skin he\'d just vacated. "Tomorrow, choose any game that two can play and I\'ll come and play with you. Not just once either, for as long as you want to compete with me." He rolled back. "Hold that thought." Ignoring Matt\'s groans of protest, Mello hunted around the floor and cabinet for the handcuff keys. Unable to spot them, he climbed out of bed and unhooked Matt\'s keychain from his abandoned jeans. He kept a variety of keys on there for several different models of cuffs. "I\'m sorry, baby. I meant it when I said you\'re not to be hurt anywhere it\'s already hurting. I\'ll make this worth your while." He returned to the bed, releasing Matt\'s wrists and kissing where they were chafed. "It was a nice try though."



"God, Mello." Matt rose from the mattress, seeking kisses and the return of the blond against him. Mello met his lips, moving against them urgently, as he guided the redhead back down onto his back. Mello crawled above him, straddling, touching only with his mouth and hair. "What are you doing?"



Hot breath and kisses traced the outline of the word gorged into Matt\'s flesh. His hands had found two spots which hadn\'t been marked, Mello gripped them now, pressing, hurting, causing the redhead to cry out, as Mello\'s tongue licked across the purple welts on his stomach. His lips found a bruise on Matt\'s hipbone and gently kissed it. "I love you, baby." He watched the goosebumps rising and couldn\'t tell if it was in arousal, feeling cold or in reaction to the sentiment. "I really love you, Matt."



Matt was breathless. "The back of my thigh hurts. It has done since the cave. I got a bit of cramp there and knocked it."



Mello smiled. "Right or left?"



"Left."



Matt was turned, gently, exposing the injuries that he had been lying on. Mello inspected the thigh first and found it discoloured. His hands moved above and below the bruising, kneading muscle with his fingers, while his lips kissed between. Matt twitched and sighed beneath him, hands clutching the pillow. He was shivering. Mello slid one hand upwards, lightly stroking his lover\'s arse, moving across all that had hurt him there. Then he moved his head upwards, kissing the small of Matt\'s back and licking again the welts raised by his belt. "You\'re so beautiful, Mail. Ridiculously beautiful."



Matt gasped, but wriggled to peer down. "Mello, I..."



"Sssh." Mello smiled reassurance. "Take the compliments, guapo. They are true and I want you to hear them." He slid off his lover, lying beside him to take his head in his hands. The kiss was slowly sensual. "I know you used to hate being cuddled and here I am worshipping your whole body. It must be a bit of a mindfuck."



"A bit, yeah."



Mello wrapped his fingers around the metal collar, but didn\'t pull against it. "You\'re going to eventually have to get your head around the fact that you are loved. You\'re beautiful. You\'re precious. You\'re brilliant in more ways than your intelligence. Mail, you shouldn\'t have to spend so much of your life in pain. Is it to keep me? Is it because sometimes being cuddled hurts worse, but you need the contact as well?"



There were tears in Matt\'s eyes, but he was staring back at Mello drinking in every word and that, from Mello\'s point of view, was unusual. "No, it\'s because I get off on you hurting me."



"But why, baby?"



"Because I\'m a perverted, little whore?" Matt smiled. "Sorry, I should have mentioned that before."



"Don\'t retreat again." Mello kissed him. "You need to know that the day you tell me that this isn\'t going to happen anymore, it will stop happening. I will make love to you a hundred times a day and there will not be a mark on you afterwards. I will never leave you. You\'re mine. I\'m yours. The rings on our fingers and the collar around your neck are sureties for that. You don\'t have to be broken for me to love you."



"Mello." Matt kissed him, hard. "Can you please stop talking and get back to what you were doing?" He winked as Mello chuckled, then gasped as the blond\'s hand travelled airily across Matt\'s body to dip between his thighs. The aching need was there, sensation more pressing than any sting of cut or bruise. He bucked as Mello touched him. "Oh God, yes."



"And please note, I got you to this state without, well, with the barest minimum of hurting you, and I don\'t think I even needed to do that."



"Mello, shut up and fuck me."



Mello breathed a half-laugh and languidly stroked him until he came. He grinned down, watching as Matt closed his eyes, gasping and shuddering while the orgasm happened. "Like that? You\'re so cute when you\'re..." Mello laughed as Matt reached up and dragged him down into a kiss. Struggling to support himself on one hand, Mello narrowly avoided falling on top of the redhead, which, he assumed, had been Matt\'s plan. He repositioned himself on his elbows and craned his neck to receive more of the hot kisses; they gained in hunger the longer that they went on, until Mello breathlessly pulled back. "Hey."



"Hey." Matt grinned. "Cute?"



"Hell yes."



"You make me sound like a puppy or a chibi or something." He wriggled around to secure an arm around Mello\'s shoulders. "But I\'ll take it, even though when I look in a mirror, all I fucking see is a nerd staring back at me. You can have cute as well, though pretty is still the best word for you."



Mello smirked, shaking his head. "Thank you. I\'ll take both." He winked. "You can actually see someone staring back under all that air." He swooped down for another kiss. "I love your eyes. You keep them all covered up, but they\'re gorgeous. A deep shade of green and so big."



"Great, now I sound like a character from a manga or something." Matt winked. "You really are in a talking mood tonight, aren\'t you? Aren\'t you in the mood for sex? I\'ve never known you keep your cock away from me for so long. Well, apart from the olden days, when you weren\'t gay."



Mello grinned, blushing slightly. He leaned down under the bed, hunting for tissues, whilst trying not to crush Matt. "I was always gay."



"No, I distinctly remember when you weren\'t. Oh?" Matt was obviously side-tracked, for which Mello was grateful. "You\'re acting all cool and stand-offish and you have an erection the size of a donkey!"



Mello let his face fall against the side of the bed, while he closed his eyes and sighed. He recovered himself, found the tissues and levered himself back onto the mattress. "You have such a way with words, Matty." Mello wiped his hand clean, rolling his eyes at the smirk on his husband\'s face. "I have a gorgeous redhead cavorting naked under me and you didn\'t think I\'d be even slightly aroused by that?"



"Can I have it?"



"Have what?" Mello chuckled, climbing back across to his own side of the bed.



"That." Matt pointed. "In me." He turned over and patted his own backside. "Here."



Mello bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "No you can\'t. You\'re bruised. Remember the rules, guapo."



"Awww! Please!" He parted his fringe to survey the blond with an unfettered, emerald gaze. "I\'ll look at you with my cute eyes if you let me."



"I don\'t know about mine, but your fringe needs cutting again." Mello lay back down. "It\'s practically down to your mouth again. You look like Cousin It." Matt peered back from his pillow, a Puckish grin playing on his lips. As soon as he caught Mello looking back, he affected what he considered to be his \'cute face\'. It was the same expression he pulled whenever they were driving and in danger of passing the games store without stopping to go inside. To Mello\'s mind, Matt would be better off just switching to his default expression of distracted concentration. He was cute naturally. Mello laughed. "What?"



"I can has?"



"No." Mello bit his lip, amazed that he felt embarrassed under this onslaught. "I\'ll deal with it myself."



There was a mad scramble as Matt left the mattress and burrowed under the covers. Mello raised his eyebrows, wondering whether Matt had even noticed that he was taking the initiative down there. But as Matt\'s mouth closed over Mello\'s erection, he no longer cared to tell him. He just lay back and enjoyed minor victories coalescing in the epicentre of feeling between his thighs.