Watari Pt 2: Wammy's House

"Hey." Mello leaned against the wall, just inside the doorway of Matt\'s study, watching him type.



"Hey." Matt minimalised two web pages, but Mello had already seen that they were full of articles of law. One had been in Spanish. "S\'up?"



"I know I\'m not supposed to be interfering but..."



"You remembered that you were Mello and therefore couldn\'t help yourself." Matt leaned back and lit a cigarette.



"I just thought I\'d offer my help." Mello smiled. "I don\'t have to see the whole case, but I could assist. Like a secretary or something."



Matt smirked. "Actually, there is a little thing you could do for me, if you wouldn\'t mind."



Mello grinned over the top of his chocolate bar. "What?"



"Make a cup of tea and..." He laughed as Mello hurriedly affected a neutral expression, "go through a folder of the accounts. Several hundred institutions, including Wammy\'s House, spread over practically every country from what I can see. I want to know precisely what funds are coming in, where they are coming from, what\'s happening to them and what all of the outgoings are. I don\'t need to hack it, because I\'ve just been given unfettered access. I guess they couldn\'t think of a good reason to deny me."



Mello smirked, "It\'s a common theme." He strode across to Matt\'s side. "It\'s probably more like they knew you\'d just go in and get the information anyway, so they might as well show co-operation by giving it to you. Then again, we could just be paranoid. You are Watari now, Matty, which means that you have to have this information anyway. It\'s probably nothing more sinister than that. So multiple global accounts, investigate and report back. I can do that."



"I know you can, angel." Matt reached to take his hand. "But the cup of tea was equally important."



"I\'ll do that as well." He leaned down to kiss the redhead. "Give me my folder."



"Ok, but remember that you\'re me. No leaving a flag saying, \'Mello was here\', in the code or anything." Matt tapped his cigarette into the ashtray. "As well as this, I\'ve also been working on the task that you set me."



Mello licked his chocolate. "Oh yes?"



"By which I mean that I\'ve been reading a lot of gay porn on the internet, which is wonderfully distracting whenever I\'m feeling the need to punch someone." Matt shrugged. "I\'ve got some ideas to save our sex-life."



Mello chuckled. "I love how you have to search the internet instead of coming up with ideas of your own. You make me laugh sometimes, Matty." His head travelled up Matt\'s back to lightly rub against his neck. A single finger traced an edge of the metal collar. "I\'m dying to hear what you\'ve come up with."



"Yeah, well we\'re not all as inventive as you, Mello." He leaned back against Mello\'s forearm, allowing access to his throat. Mello swooped down to suck on it, forming a lovebite right over his Adam\'s apple. Matt\'s arms rose to wrap themselves around the blond\'s neck, kissing the top of his husband\'s head, as his smoke drifted in the air beyond. Mello half-lifted him from his seat and Matt stood, finding his feet, as they meant in a kiss that held so much promise. Mello made to break away, but Matt held him close, pressing his whole body up against the leather-clad form in his arms. Mello sniggered and twisted him around, away from the danger of colliding with computer equipment, their kiss going on in passionate longing. Mello chucked his chocolate bar in the direction of the long keyboard shelf and heard it clatter onto it. It freed a hand to slide down Matt\'s back and glide across his backside. "Ngh." Matt broke away briefly, glancing to find the ashtray. "Let me just get rid of this." He chucked the cigarette towards it. It hit the edge, but rolled in the wrong direction, leaving a small trail of ash on the formicra surface. Mello reached to right it, stubbing it out amongst the other butts in the ashtray.



"God, Mail, I\'ve missed you. I love you." Mello murmered, his lips returning to find purchase against his husband\'s. Both sets of hands were tracing the contours of each other\'s bodies and the heat in the room seemed suddenly to have risen. "Mmmm, gorgeous." His arm reached down, against Matt\'s arse, so Mello\'s fingers could hook between his thighs, pushing denim to touch his balls through it. Matt\'s legs parted, one looping to rub against Mello\'s thigh, as he crushed himself further against the blond\'s lithe form. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Mello pulled his head away. "Are we forgetting the rules, guapo? Hot as fuck as you might be, I can\'t see where I\'m hurting you here."



"Fucking cocktease!" Matt breathed back.



Mello grinned. "Yes, I am." His eyes widened and he returned to claim another long kiss before pulling away again. "Where are these ideas you\'ve been flirting with?"



Matt glanced back at his main monitor, pointing, before enthusiastically gushing out, "I read this really great story. He was on his knees, giving head, right? But his hands were cuffed behind his back and the other bloke? Right, he had a cock-ring on, so he couldn\'t come and so it just went on until, like, the one on his knees," Matt pointed down to his feet, "died."



"I spotted the handcuffs in that story, Matty."



"Ok, tied back with silk, so it didn\'t hurt his wrists any more than they already are."



Mello smiled back, humour dancing in his eyes, "So, let me just get this right, you want me to wear a cock-ring and face-fuck you until you die."



Matt shrugged, "Or whenever you want to stop, because, like, you\'re in charge and stuff."



Mello roared with laughter. "You really are quite lovely, Matt, I have to say it." He kissed him again to take the sting from his mirth. "Ok, baby, what would you like me to do first? Bearing in mind that you\'ve set a meeting for two days time. The accounts, the cup of tea or face-fucking you until you die?"



"The last one, please."



Mello cuddled him close, raining kisses down all over the side of Matt\'s head. "Fucking gorgeous, you really are." He squeezed him once last time before letting him go with a pat on the back. "Ok, come on then. Let me find a cock-ring and something to tie you up with, as your willing personal assistant here. Did the story have a specific location?"



"Yeah. A dungeon."



Mello raised his eyebrows. "How original. We never did gut the basement, did we?" He smirked. "Have you got a feasible location in mind?"



Matt shook his head, nibbling at a cuticle on his index finger. "I really don\'t mind. It\'s not really the scenery that I\'m in this for."



Mello grinned and grabbed his hand. "Come on then." He set off decisively towards the landing, towing Matt behind him until they reached their bedroom. He let go of the redhead to stride to fling open a wardrobe, hunting inside until he found a scarf. "That will do for that."



"Mell, that coat." Matt pointed to the black jacket, edged with feathers. "It\'s fundamentally a feather boa disguised as decoration, isn\'t it?"



"And your point is?"



"Have you got a cock-ring?"



"Yes." Mello opened the cupboard of his bedside cabinet and extracted a bag. It took a little hunting around inside it before he triumphantly threw the item onto the bed. "Still dressed, Matty? I\'d have thought that taking your clothes off would have been a priority over standing there eating your own fingers, but who am I to say?"



Matt grinned. "Sorry, I was still thinking about stuff." He gestured vaguely towards his study. "I\'m on it." He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his arms and head. The goggles became entangled and dropped to the floor with it. "I found a really mad site as well. Pornographic Alice in Wonderland. Real slash. The writers were probably tripping as much as Lewis Carroll was. There was this bit with an orgy at the Mad Hatter\'s tea-party. The hare got off with an aardvark."



Mello had sat down on the bed. He looked up, pausing in the act of unwrapping the cock-ring. "Is this likely to figure in our sex-life any time soon?"



"Nope." Matt let his jeans drop with a jingling of his key-chain and its contents. "Where would we find a hare that could be persuaded to do that with an aardvark? This was a really filthy hare, with fetishes."



"Your mind really frightens me sometimes." Mello let his gaze wander straight ahead, drawn by the boxer shorts now being shed just below his eye-level. He reached out and grasped Matt\'s hips, bringing him closer, then kissed his stomach, down to the twisting curls of the mass of red pubic hairs. "Anything else before I shut you up?"



Matt shook his head, goosebumps appearing on his battered flesh. "No. I think that\'s everything."



Mello smirked and peered up, shaking his hair back so it fell from his eyes. "Then I guess I\'ll have to face-fuck you until you die. Hands behind your back please, guapo, and turn around."



Matt did as he was told. Mello paused, inspecting the wrists held in his hands. The older bruises were fading, but the skin was shiny in long strips. Permenant scarring edged with a couple of new bruises, the cause of which Mello couldn\'t immediately identify. There was hard skin around the heel of Matt\'s hands and a faint red line stretching halfway to his right thumb. Mello slowly ground his own teeth, the realisation piercing that there hadn\'t been a mark here the first time he\'d handcuffed Matt, up against a wall in his flat. Matt twisted around to see what was happening. "Mell?"



Mello\'s gaze travelled upwards, past the fading welts and bruising, the prominent ribs and the collar protruding beneath too-long red hair. He met Matt\'s eyes and saw the anxiety streak through them. Mello smiled. "I love you, baby. So much."



"But?"



Mello tested out the words in his mind, \'can I just hold you?\' He stared back at Matt and saw the genius mind interpreting precisely what was going on; what he was about to ask. The redhead pulled away, but Mello clasped the wrists more tightly. "No, you don\'t." He yanked Matt back and threw him down, onto his stomach, on the bed. Standing quickly, Mello grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around and around the wrists, until their damage could no longer be seen. "You owe me a blow job."



"Watari."



"What?!" Mello leapt back staring at his prone husband on the bed.



Matt wriggled, his knee up on the bed beside him, as he peered back beneath a curtain of red hair. "You don\'t fancy me anymore."



"You are having a fucking joke." Mello spat. "Was that a proper use of our safe-word or are you just having a paranoid moment?"



"You looked at me like I\'m the ugliest thing known to humanity."



Mello rolled his eyes, finishing up with staring at the ceiling. "I\'m not deigning to acknowledge that with a response." He snatched at his belt-buckle, ripping it open and yanked at the bow holding the laces at his groin. "Get on your fucking knees, Matt. I\'ve had enough of your emo phase now." He stood glaring at the redhead, until Matt slid off the bed onto the carpet and shuffled forward. Mello turned to lean against the connecting wall, eyes darkening, watching as Matt continued his journey on his knees to join him there. "Good boy." Mello reached to tilt his head backwards with a finger under Matt\'s chin. "Still claiming you want to stop?"



"No."



"Good. Now do what you do best... oh shit! I\'ve forgotten the cock-ring." Mello stamped away, abandoning his husband in position by the wall. He grabbed the hard leather band and glanced back down at the picture on the package. "I actually bought this to use on you, by the way. But that\'s by the by." He returned to the wall, his back against it, and tugged down his leather trousers. "I don\'t even see what you\'re actually getting out of this. Submission, yes. But.." He didn\'t finish the sentence, too intent on fitting the strap over his penis and scrotum.



"Mello?"



"What?"



"You\'re supposed to be erect first." Matt bowed his head, but the slight shaking of his shoulders betrayed his amusement. "Would you like me to help you with that?"



"And how would you know?" Mello frowned. "If I don\'t know, you don\'t know. I\'ve never used one of these before, so you definitely haven\'t."



Matt let his head loll backwards to smirk up at his husband. "I read about it on the internet."



"I see." Mello nodded. "So was it the hare or the aardvark?" Matt fell forward, roaring with laughter, his forehead against Mello\'s thigh. Above him, Mello grinned, one gloved hand out to hold Matt\'s head, as he too chuckled. "Ok, hands up, I haven\'t got a fucking clue what I\'m doing here. Help me out, Matty." He stroked the red hair back. "Yes, I fancy you. Now I need to be erect. That\'s your job. Deal with it." Mello bit his lip over a smile, as Matt rose slightly to lick the length of Mello\'s cock. He gasped and braced himself. "Yes, that should do it." Featherlight kisses and the tip of Matt\'s tongue explored each bump and fold, tracing a vein and slightly sucking at the head. Mello was erect. "Nice going, baby, now stop." Mello breathlessly positioned the strap, then buried his fingers in Matt\'s hair. "Go for your life, my beautiful slut."



Matt began licking all around Mello\'s balls, sliding his tongue over the cock-ring and in the gap where they were pressed against his shaft. His tongue took the route again along the underside, until his teeth could touch, so lightly, over the head. His administrations played hard there, before Matt relaxed his jaw, tightened his lips over his teeth and opened wide. Mello wasn\'t expecting an instant deep-throating and he moaned aloud, hands grasping hair in a reflex action. Matt willed his throat to relax and leaned to take it deeper still, silently triumphant as he managed it without gagging once. Now he swallowed and the motion pulled Mello in as far as he was ever going to be. Above his head, Mello gasped, arching into him and Matt had to shift his knees to retain his balance. He began moving his head, rhythmically sliding his mouth over Mello\'s member, alternating between sucking, licking and breathing soft air to dry the saliva he had just applied.



Mello appeared to have forgotten how to speak. Animalistic mewing sounds emerged with increasing regularity, interspersed with moans. His hands clasped with claustophobic intensity against the sides of Matt\'s head, his fingers entwined with hair. Matt risked peeping upwards, wanting to check for more clues as to how this was for his husband, though not wishing to lose the momentum of regulating his own breathing. Mello caught him doing it. "Fucking Hell! Matty! Yes! Yes! Wow!" The blond gushed. "God! You\'re beautiful!" Matt responded by deep-throating again and humming over the head, before pulling out and sucking on it.



Long minutes passed with Mello panting way beyond the point when he would have liked to have come; and Matt trancing out on the actions and movements, though, had he considered it, he might have deduced that his state was mostly due to restricted oxygen. His own member painfully hard with neglected need.



"It\'s no good, baby." Mello gasped. "No good, Matty. Mail, I need to come more than I need you to die. Fucking Hell." His hands fumbled at the ring, trying to find the release catch on it and thanking God, Mary and all the saints that he hadn\'t brought any of the solid rings. He couldn\'t unhook it and so pushed Matt back a little. The redhead wheezed with the sudden influx of air, choking in his lust to fill his lungs. Mello caught sight of his own cock and marvelled at its extra girth. "Wow!" He pulled the cock-ring free and grabbed the hair of his gasping husband. "Finish it, guapo. Fucking Hell, yes." Matt slid his mouth over it and within seconds, Mello was coming hard into the back of his throat. Matt held the fluids in his mouth, until Mello had removed himself, then he swallowed.



Mello sank down beside Matt and pulled him close. Bright red and breathless, Matt rolled against him; his knees, eased from the pressure of supporting his weight, were flattened with an imprint of the carpet. His jaw and throat ached, but Matt smirked through his panting. "Ohai." He croaked, his leg moving to cover the leather of Mello\'s thigh, pressing against the creases where the blond\'s flies dangling undone and pulled down. Mello gathered him up further and kissed him in gratitude, love and endless passion. Matt had to break away just to breathe. He gasped, "I find good things on the internet, kay?"



"Yeah, baby, you do." Mello stroked back the red hair, trying to ignore the languid movements of Matt\'s thigh against his exposed genitalia. "Though I still don\'t see what you get out of that one."



Matt groaned. "Mell! No!"



"I mean, I know what I got out of it - a really fucking hot blow job - but this was the flaw that I spotted before we began. Yes?" Mello grinned in delight, as Matt whimpered in his arms. "I\'m sorry, guapo, was there something more you wished you\'d added into this scenario?"



"Yes! Mello! You\'re a fucking genius, now do something!"



Mello chuckled. He grabbed a handful of hair and used it to tilt Matt\'s head back to where he could be kissed again on the lips. His hand stroked down the length of Matt\'s bound arms and settled against his arse. "Poor boy, teased and just left hanging. Poor boy."



"Mello." Matt peered at him from beneath his fringe. "Please?"



"That\'s what I like to see. You begging for it." Mello licked his lips. "You beg so well, Matty." He blew to try and dislodge enough hair to properly see those green eyes staring back, but it didn\'t work. He settled for pulling Matt\'s head further back, so that gravity did the job for him. "Well?"



"You\'re such an arse, Mello."



"That\'s not begging, that\'s insulting me." Mello craned his head to look around. "I fancy some chocolate."



Matt sighed, pushing himself as close as he could against the blond\'s body. "Please, Mello! Please! Please! Please!"



"Heh!" Mello smirked, but his hand skated over Matt\'s thigh until it found its goal. He hadn\'t removed his leather glove and it slid now along the length of Matt\'s shaft. Mello\'s smile grew as he heard the resultant gasp and felt the twitch of his husband\'s body. A few languid strokes later and Matt orgasmed with a shudder which passed through his entire form. "Better now?"



"Fuck, Mello! I love you."



Mello grinned, leaning in for another kiss. "Love you too, baby."