Front Row

AN: ok, after so many wanted a second part how could I not comply? And it even longer that part one! Yay?

~Front Row: Part 2~

Mello found that he could hardly look at Matt, the next day, without seeing his naked and flushed body doing those horrible things to his car. It made his leather all the more tight around certain places and was not comfortable in the least.

The main problem was that it was the night they usually took to stock up on supplies. And for that it required going out as well as being in a confined space with the redhead, more so than the apartment had been where Mello at least had his room to retreat into.

"We'll take my car like always." Matt told him.

Mello instantly flushed and grit his teeth as he carefully looked away. There was no real reason for him to decline the offer, as they usually took Matt's car and the fact that Mello's motor bike simply couldn't hold all of the supplies, and as Matt walked out of the door Mello couldn't think of anything to get out of it.

With slightly tensed shoulders he barged out of the door after Matt and barely remembered to close it behind him. He eyed the car warily as they left the stairwell and entered the car park and was annoyed at the almost amused expression Matt seemed to have adopted.

There was nothing to be amused about. At all.

Mello slid into the passenger seat and glared at the gear shift but diverted his gaze as Matt got into the car with him. His mind filtered back to the scene he had watched hardly twenty four hours ago and he squirmed slightly in the seat, aware that Matt was watching him despite not having to look at him to confirm it.

He could simply feel it.

"Are we going or not?!" he snapped at the redhead who simply laughed at him. It was shaping up to be a very long trip. He crossed his arms but withheld the sigh that had threatened to burst forth form his lips.

He tried to force his mind into going over what they needed other than more chocolate, as what Matt had gotten him yesterday had disappeared quicker than usual, and probably more cigarettes but he just couldn't focus while inside of that car.

"You know Mello, you look rather tense." Matt commented in a tone that clearly said he was happy about something.

"No more than usual." he snapped back and turned his gaze even further out the window, though he could partially see Matt in the reflection, he held a cigarette in his mouth and a smirk on his lips.

"No, I think it might have something to do with yesterday." Matt told him conversationally, but Mello's heart had jumped into his throat.

"Yesterday?" he questioned; his voice completely steady. He hardly noticed that they seemed to be pulling to a stop, he didn't recognize the place. It looked seedy. Like a bar or something.

"You know, when you watched me while I was in my car, doing things that had you touching yourself." and Mello's mouth went slack as he looked at him, unable to keep his stare away. That bastard! Matt had known.... had known he was watching and still had...

Matt's arm suddenly shot out and went behind Mello's head to pull him closer. Mello's eyes widened as Matt kissed him.

He narrowed his eyes in rage and pushed the redhead away.

"Fucker!" he swore and pulled at the door handle and stepped onto the concrete; he heard Matt sigh from inside the car and walked quickly away. He was pissed. Beyond pissed. Matt had 'known'!

He had almost passed the alley when he was grabbed from behind and dragged into it. He struggled and lashed out but was shoved up against the cool bricks. "Stop acting like a petulant child Mello." Matt muttered to him before his lips were on his again. He attempted to jerk his head away, push him away, but Matt was stronger.

Stronger than Mello had known.

He moaned as Matt's tongue stroked his own and unwillingly relaxed despite the intrusion. His jacket was slowly tugged off and his vest followed leaving him shirtless in the cool air. Matt's hands were suddenly at his belt buckle and at his laces but he was too busy tugging Matt's lips closer to really care.

He had almost gotten his arms around Matt's neck when the redhead spun him around and pressed him into the wall face first, though he seemed careful not to harm him too much.

"Matt, what the hell!"

His leather was down by his ankles as his legs were forced apart as far as they would go while still being constrained by the leather.

"I'm going to violate you." Matt whispered huskily into his ear and Mello couldn't help the shiver of excitement than ran down his spine at the words

He bit back the pain as Matt slammed into him without any warning and placed his hands on the bricks by his face to prevent him from smashing into them too much.

His neither regions were on fire and his thighs quivered with the effort to stay upright, but Matt had him pinned so successfully he doubted he would have fallen had his legs have given out.

He bit his lip to keep himself silent despite the harsh breaths Matt was releasing as he slid in and out of him at an agonizing pace.

Mello's heart beat fast in his chest and he could almost hear the echoes of it in his ears. The feeling of Matt's penis inside of him was odd and not entirely pleasant, but as the time passed neither was it all together painful.

He let out a surprised breath at the spark of pleasure that shot through him as Matt brushed against his prostate. Matt had realized it to as he stilled and pulled Mello backwards, by his hips, a few small steps.

"Bend forward." Matt commanded him, and Mello complied. He gasped as Matt was suddenly deeper and brushing directly against his prostate and Mello's gloved hands slid across the brick as his fingers clenched tightly. It felt too fucking good.

One of Matt's hands were still on his hip, bruising him, but the other trailed almost teasingly across his chest and lower to his stomach and even lower until he jerked at the electric sensation that Matt's gloves sent as they stroked his dick.

Mello let the top of his head brush against the bricks as Matt rocked against him, filled him, fucked him. He hissed at the kisses planted at his neck and the way that sinful tongue licked across his back, and the teeth nipped at his shoulders, bit into him...

Mello lurched as one of Matt's gloved fingers teased the head of his penis with its rough texture and cried out loudly when it dipped into the slit.

Matt's motions got jerky and he pressed into Mello harder, ramming into the spot that had Mello seeing stars.

"Oh god!" he moaned. His senses were overloaded and he couldn't tell anymore if he was in terrible pain or deliriously pleasured.

The hand on his penis stroked him faster and he felt the warmth inside him as Matt orgasmed but couldn't seem to cum until Matt had yanked his head back by his hair to forcefully kiss him; to molest him with his talented tongue.

Mello clenched his eyes shut and shuddered as he shot his seed over Matt's gloved hand and parts of the brick wall in front of him.

Matt spun him around carefully after he had pulled out of him, letting go of his hair which ached pleasantly from the treatment, but never broke the kiss which had turned into something calmer but no less passionate.

When he could no longer breath, heart pounding from lack of oxygen, he broke the kiss and gasped for air a soft 'fuck Matt..' breaching his lips. He was tired, utterly spent, ached in places he definitely hadn't ever before, had bruises forming on him, was thoroughly fucked and yet had never felt better in his life.

One of Matt's hands rested on his neck and the other by his hip and Mello let his eyes open once the dizzying sensation of his orgasm had passed and eyed the redhead in front of him.

Mello titled his head to the side as Matt kissed his scared cheek gently. It was.... nice.

"You're much better than my car was." Matt told him with a smirk and Mello flushed indignantly.

"I damn well better have been!" he snapped with narrowed eyes, though he couldn't bring himself to be rightfully irritated by the statement. "Fucking bastard." he muttered against Matt's lips. He licked the curve of the smirk and was rewarded with Matt fisting a hand in his hair to shove their mouths together again.

Really, Mello thought, if that was what being a voyeur had gotten him he would do it at every chance he got. But only for Matt...

A hand dipped lower again and he hissed.

Definitely only Matt.


-END-

OMFG. Is all I have to say........
Not really, we all know I cant shut up.
So how did everyone like the ending? Sorry to those who thought Mello would top, but I can just totally see Matty doing this...