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God is Watching	By : Twylight Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Story Title:: God is Watching

Chapter Title:: Better Than Chocolate

Series ::Death Note

Pairings :: Matt x Mello

Rating :: NC-17

Author :: Twylight ( TwylightRhapsody@gmail.com, www.kuroi-hoshi.deviantart.com )

Warnings :: Boysmex, naughty language, and Mello being a whore.

Chapter Summary :: Mello wakes up the next morning and finds he wants Matt more so than he really should...

Notes :: Yes, I finally decided to pick this up again. I don�t know why but, well, thank you to all that reviewed! Your words were very kind and, well, after some more obsessing over this couple I decided to continue this some... Making the chapters a little shorter for myself! Let�s see where it goes/how far I get.

B e t t e r � T h a n � C h o c o l a t e

"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,

or what's a heaven for?�

~ Robert Browning ~

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         It wasn�t until the next morning that Mello came to understand the magnitude of what had occurred between himself and Matt. Sure, they�d slept together. But, really, that wasn�t everything. Mello woke up in a groggy, half-conscious state, his cheek was pressed against Matt�s chest. The other�s heartbeat was so soothing; something he might randomly become accustomed to it seemed. Matt�s arms were around his sticky and quite sore body. Mello opened his eyes, moaning at the intrusion of light and the uncomfortable throbbing in his head. He let Matt�s arms slip from his very naked as he tried to sit up.

         His fatigued, red eyes stared down at his slumbering friend. A torrent of questions washed over his mind as a hand came to claw at the bangs clumped on the red-heads sweaty brow: How in the world had he let this happen? How could he let his best friend fuck him? How could Mello have practically asked Matt to fuck him? Why had Matt done it? Would this change their relationship? What the hell had he been thinking?

         Obviously, he hadn�t been thinking. If he had been thinking with his head (and not his other one), Mello might not have kissed Matt. He might not have said all those explicit things and done what he had with him. Though, Mello couldn�t deny the truth with it sleeping next to him; there was no going back on what they�d done.

         Mello withdrew his hand from Matt�s forehead and hobbled to the bathroom, groaning some at the tenderness in his lower back�and his ass amongst other things. Sure, it had been enjoyable but these after affects were anything but. Mello moaned as he struggled to pull himself into the shower and turn on the water. A rush of cold hit his face and he shivered. He wrapped his arms around himself at the sensation. His mind was replaying a lovely montage of Matt�s lips hot on his, Matt�s hands on his bare skin, Matt inside him... Mello chewed his bottom lip� whether he was sore or not he found every delicious second of what they�d done to be irresistible; almost better than chocolate...

         �Got room in there for one more?� Came a voice as the shower curtain tore open. Matt was standing there; naked and looking rather groggy. It was evident that Matt had awoken when Mello touched his face. He stepped into the shower before Mello could answer. The blond stared at the other boy and stepped backwards, watching his partner run his hands through his silky red locks as the now warm stream from the shower soaked him. Mello felt his mouth become rather dry despite being in a hot, wet shower�he was suddenly craving Matt. Craving him like he craved chocolate. He reached a hand up and let it slide down Matt�s back, making the other man flinch and turn his head to him.

         �Um.� Suddenly the thought of kissing Matt slipped away when he met with those tired blue eyes.

         Mello kept his hands on Matt�s back�why�d you fuck me last night? The question was echoing in his mind softly; like a whisper in his ear. He sighed, knowing that he really shouldn�t bring it up; almost as much as he shouldn�t kiss him again. Mello drew his hands back, looking aside in a rather strangely shy fashion, �Um, can you pass the shampoo?� He spat out haphazardly when his mind chose to leave the subject alone. He took the shampoo when Matt handed it to him and watched the other boy with careful eyes as he turned back around and continued with his shower. He watched his far too gorgeous face and his equally attractive chest, letting some of the water gather in his mouth before spitting it aside. Of course, Matt was on the underweight side; the boy spent most of his day playing video games, but Mello still found him to be attractive. Oh, he wanted Matt to say something. Anything. The silence was deafening. It was awkward...

         But he wasn�t saying anything. Not a thing. He held his hand out for the shampoo, which Mello hadn�t even used. Mello glowered in a cold manner, quickly squirting an ample amount into his palm before passing it off to Matt. God, Matt was being such an asshole! Not talking to him like this... It made Mello nervous. It made him think. And Mello didn�t want to think. He quietly massaged the shampoo into his pretty but wet blonde hair, staring at the wall of the shower before he realized Matt was leaving. The asshole was just leaving like this?! He pouted and stepped back into the stream of the water when he was finally alone again...

         He had ruined their friendship, hadn�t he?

         Mello wanted to scream; he�d let some random moment of hormones ruin their relationship�the only relationship that truly meant anything to him. He hit the wall rather than vocalizing his frustrations; he didn�t want Matt to hear him after all. When the shampoo was washed from his hair, Mello quickly turned the shower off. He didn�t even bother washing his body. Instead, he just grabbed a towel and threw it around his hips.

         Mello wanted out. No, he needed to get away from Matt for the time being. However it seemed someone had other plans for him; Mello quietly exited the bathroom, only to find himself pressed against the wall with Matt�s lips on his. He pushed the other man off rather than responding, �W-What are you doing?!� He spat, growling as he wiped his mouth and stormed over to the dresser with his clothes in it. He tore the drawer open, irritated that Matt had done that so out of the blue. Actually, he was more shocked that his friend had just done that more so than angry.

         �Sorry.� Matt said through a yawn, his blue eyes creeping over Mello�s body, �I�m a little more awake now.� His eyes were more alert, his face held more life, �I guess after last night I assumed��

         �I�m going out.� Mello snapped before Matt could finish. He pulled on his leather pants with some difficulty and tied them. Oh, Matt assumed? He just assumed that Mello was his personal whore who�d spread his legs for him when he wanted some, did he? He just assumed that Mello had come to him out of some carnal need. He stopped at the thought though�maybe it was better that he thought that. Rather than, perhaps, Matt thinking Mello had feelings for him. Such things were unnecessary, especially with Mello�s desires for their future. He turned back to his friend, studying him. The red-head was in his towel still, which was tied casually on his waist. A cigarette hung from his lips as he watched Mello, wondering just what the blond would do next. Yes, now that he thought about it, Mello would rather have that. He�d rather have himself think that as well.

         �Where are you going?� Matt asked, his eyes lazily following the blond as he slinked over to him, shirtless still, pants barely tied... Mello�s arms wrapped around his neck, his knee was between his legs, �I thought you were go��

         Mello swallowed whatever intended words he had with a hot kiss which was fiercely broke off only moments later, �I�ll go out. After a quick snack.� Mello muttered, pressing himself against Matt. He held back a small shutter at the feeling of his bare skin flush against Matt�s bare chest. He was cold in comparison to Mello�s skin which was still warm from the shower and his anger. Matt�s lips were on his neck, his collarbone, worshipping any skin he could clasp his lips on; Mello had a feeling he�d have a hickey or two. Mello let loose a small moan as Matt sat on the bed with him and pulled Mello into his lap�the blond straddling his waist. He could now feel his friend�s arousal against his own, �Someone feels like a snack too, hmm?� he joked, running his hand on Matt�s bare chest and then to his toweled erection. Matt gasped into Mello�s mouth which had found itself back on his. Mello moaned�oh, this was so much better than chocolate. Matt didn�t need to know that though.

         He�d let Matt have control last night but not right now; no, this was Mello�s turn. He allowed Matt to run his hands up his back and then into his wet blond locks. Mello peeled his lips from Matt�s, dipping his tongue into his mouth some before he pulled back. He figured he�d made Matt pleasure him last night, why not return the favor? Mello slinked down to the towel and opened it with almost greedy fingers, attacking Matt�s erection with his pink tongue when it was finally revealed. He dipped his head down, taking the head and shaft into his mouth. Matt made those sexy sounds from the previous night�the slight gasps, the tender moans�and Mello went to work with more vigor. Much like someone who�d done this before, Mello bobbed his head up and down, sucking at just the right areas before he pulled up and away, a trail of spit clinging from his lips to the top of Matt�s member. The blond smirked at the wide-eyed redhead who looked more than amused at the blond mess between his legs, �You,� Matt started between a breath, �you�re��

         �Good at this?� Mello purred as he finished his sentence. He crawled back on Matt�s lap and let the towel fall, sighing softly at the feeling of his now own burning erection against Matt�s, �You�re so hard.� He almost giggled, �I want you inside me.� Mello muttered, attacking Matt�s mouth again. Those words made Matt buck a little�which more than amused Mello. But it was true; he really wanted Matt inside him again. At first, he�d had intentions of fucking Matt himself but now...

         Mello shoved the redhead down, deciding to keep to his promise of riding him as he had last night. He decided to fuck preparation and spat in his hand rather than looking around for lube�they�d done it like this last night, hadn�t they? He quickly grabbed Matt�s cock, making quick work of coating it, before he impaled himself with a small shout. God that stung�it fucking burned and he might have pulled back if he wasn�t so damn desperate. It hurt like a bitch and Mello realized now that maybe it might have been wiser to actually use fingers like Matt had. Oh well. Caution be damned, Mello decided that riding the pain out was the best remedy.

         He gasped as Matt bucked into him, clinging to his hips frantically as Mello leaned backward and moved his hips in small circles. His hands clung to Matt�s thighs, moving his hips back and forth, back and forth before switching to move up and down. Mello knew he shouldn�t be doing this�he shouldn�t be having sex again with his best friend that was also a male. He shouldn�t be partaking in sodomy. However, like everything he wasn�t supposed to do, Mello didn�t give a fuck. Matt was probably the only person in his life that he genuinely cared for (other than maybe Near and the last L) and he was close to him...

~ T BA ~

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