Caught in the Act
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Adult +
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3
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II: Roger
"Caught in the Act"
Written By: thinlimitation, aka mellomafia
Disclaimer: Death Note and all related characters belong to Ohba-san and Obata-san. Not to me.
Summary: A series of one-shots all centering around the theme of our favorite couple being caught in compromising positions. Matt/Mello is the main pairing, but others will be making cameo appearances.
Genre: Romance/Friendship/Humour
Rating: Varies per oneshot, but as a generality, I think T works.
WARNING!: There will be yaoi. XD If that's not your thing, click the back button.
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Author's Notes: Hey there! Here's the next installment of 'Caught in the Act'. XD This time the culprit is Roger. Initally, it was going to be L, but it just wasn't cooperating with me, so L's appearance will have to wait until later. Luckily, Roger is very fun to write, so I think this chapter will go pretty smoothly. XD Nothing's as fun as writing crotchety old men, haha. Hope you enjoy!
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II. Roger
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Roger Ruvie was not particularly fond of children. It might sound odd, considering he was the Headmaster of Whammy's House, but it remained an undeniable fact. Oh, he could tolerate them well enough, and he quite liked the well-behaved orphans in the House, but as a generality, children and Roger were like oil and water; they just didn't mix.
So, you could imagine his annoyance when Near had interupted him from his work on his latest Entomology book to clean up a pool of sick a child had left on the playroom floor.
Heaving a heavy sigh, the old man paused on the brief journey to the supply closet to clean his spectacles with a hankerchief, stretching his back with a low grunt. He was really getting too old for all this running around. He may have been five years younger than Quillish, but, as he often reminded his dear friend whenever the subject of the House was concerned, Whammy was only responsible for one L, whereas Roger was responsible for upwards of a hundred. Of course, there were other caretakers, but they were few and far between, and not many of them were young. He'd have to give his colleague a call and inquire about hiring on a few extra staff members. After all, he wasn't as young as he once was.
Making a mental note to give Quillish a ring, the Headmaster resumed his journey to the second floor supply closet, mentally preparing himself for the sight and smell of vomit, and praying they still had some saw dust to help get the mess up out of the carpet.
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Meanwhile...
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Matt smirked at Mello as the blonde shoved him roughly against the wall of the supply closet, watching with immense satisfaction as the older boy shut the door soundly behind them and the overhead light flickered on, illuminating the small room with a dim yellow light that waxed and waned in it's intensity. In a matter of moments, the redhead's arms were pinned against the wall at his sides, and he purred as he arched his neck and felt the erotic scrape of teeth and tongue against his newly exposed flesh.
"Couldn't wait until we got to our room, huh?" The gamer laughed breathlessly, burying his nose into Mello's golden tresses, licking and sucking at his earlobe before being awarded with a low groan.
"Your fault," the Slavic boy whispered huskily against his throat, tightening his grip on Matt's wrists until it was almost painful, making the younger boy moan softly. "Passing me those notes in class... You have it coming to you."
"What can I say, Mells? I'm a teenage boy. I have needs," Matt groaned, arching against the blonde, unable to hold back a smile.
His plan had worked perfectly. All during Criminal Pyschology, the redhead hadn't been able to keep his eyes off the other boy. There was just something so...sexy about watching Mello at rapt attention during a lecture, his eyes intense, brows furrowed, sucking on the end of his pen... It drove the gamer absolutely crazy. He wanted those brilliant green eyes paying attention to him. So, he ripped out a piece of lined paper from his notebook and scrawled in his sloppy handwriting, 'I can't stop thinking about last night... You know, I think you gave me a hickey. ;-)' Matt folded the paper neatly in half, and then in half again, before sliding the note across the desk towards Mello, nudging the blonde's elbow with the corner of it to capture his attention. Turning to face him with a perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow, the older boy discreetly unfolded the piece of paper, read the message and allowed a tiny smirk to play on the corner of his lips. He scribbled a message back before sliding the paper across the desk back towards Matt and focusing once again on the lecture.
'I can't, either. Now pay attention, he's practically laying out the final here,' the note read. Matt frowned. That wouldn't do. No, that just wouldn't do at all. Letting out an exaggerated yawn that sounded suspiciously like the mewling noise he made when Mello was a little too rough in just the right way, the redhead stretched theatrically, his hair falling away from the nape of his neck to reveal a purple lovebite. He noted smugly that the blonde was looking at him through the corner of his eye, his hands clenched against the desk in a white-knuckled grip; a sure sign that he was desperately trying to control himself. He had him right where he wanted him.
'We have a free period after class is over. Want to nip back to our room for an hour? I promise to make it worth your while. >;),' Matt wrote back, pushing the paper across the desk once again, sighing sexily. With shaking hands, Mello read the message, biting his bottom lip. The redhead couldn't help but smile. The second the bell rang, the blonde pulled him out of the room by his arm, which is how Matt had got himself in his current position, and he couldn't have been more happy.
"God, Matt," Mello groaned into his ear, breath hot against his skin. His hands were all over the gamer, groping, feeling...the redhead didn't know how much more he could take. "If I do poorly on that final, I swear, I'm going to punish you."
"Mmm, now, don't tempt me, Mells," Matt managed to gasp out between moans as he roughly thrust his hips against Mello's leg, desperate for friction. "You know how I'm a glutton for punishment." When he felt the blonde's hands grip his ass, however, all coherent thoughts left his brain, leaving nothing but the want for more.
More, however, didn't happen, as the door was flung open and the two boys halted their actions, turning to stare at their Headmaster in a horrified manner, like a deer caught in the headlights between fight and flight. Matt blushed crimson when he realized Mello's hands were still grasping his buttocks.
They stared at each other for a moment, before Roger shook his head, grabbing the bag of sawdust by the door, sighing. He paused for a moment, trying to decide what to say, before deciding against it and simply shutting the door behind him. He'd figure out what sort of talk he'd have with the two boys after he finished cleaning up the sick.
He really was getting too old for this sort of thing.
Written By: thinlimitation, aka mellomafia
Disclaimer: Death Note and all related characters belong to Ohba-san and Obata-san. Not to me.
Summary: A series of one-shots all centering around the theme of our favorite couple being caught in compromising positions. Matt/Mello is the main pairing, but others will be making cameo appearances.
Genre: Romance/Friendship/Humour
Rating: Varies per oneshot, but as a generality, I think T works.
WARNING!: There will be yaoi. XD If that's not your thing, click the back button.
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Author's Notes: Hey there! Here's the next installment of 'Caught in the Act'. XD This time the culprit is Roger. Initally, it was going to be L, but it just wasn't cooperating with me, so L's appearance will have to wait until later. Luckily, Roger is very fun to write, so I think this chapter will go pretty smoothly. XD Nothing's as fun as writing crotchety old men, haha. Hope you enjoy!
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II. Roger
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Roger Ruvie was not particularly fond of children. It might sound odd, considering he was the Headmaster of Whammy's House, but it remained an undeniable fact. Oh, he could tolerate them well enough, and he quite liked the well-behaved orphans in the House, but as a generality, children and Roger were like oil and water; they just didn't mix.
So, you could imagine his annoyance when Near had interupted him from his work on his latest Entomology book to clean up a pool of sick a child had left on the playroom floor.
Heaving a heavy sigh, the old man paused on the brief journey to the supply closet to clean his spectacles with a hankerchief, stretching his back with a low grunt. He was really getting too old for all this running around. He may have been five years younger than Quillish, but, as he often reminded his dear friend whenever the subject of the House was concerned, Whammy was only responsible for one L, whereas Roger was responsible for upwards of a hundred. Of course, there were other caretakers, but they were few and far between, and not many of them were young. He'd have to give his colleague a call and inquire about hiring on a few extra staff members. After all, he wasn't as young as he once was.
Making a mental note to give Quillish a ring, the Headmaster resumed his journey to the second floor supply closet, mentally preparing himself for the sight and smell of vomit, and praying they still had some saw dust to help get the mess up out of the carpet.
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Meanwhile...
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Matt smirked at Mello as the blonde shoved him roughly against the wall of the supply closet, watching with immense satisfaction as the older boy shut the door soundly behind them and the overhead light flickered on, illuminating the small room with a dim yellow light that waxed and waned in it's intensity. In a matter of moments, the redhead's arms were pinned against the wall at his sides, and he purred as he arched his neck and felt the erotic scrape of teeth and tongue against his newly exposed flesh.
"Couldn't wait until we got to our room, huh?" The gamer laughed breathlessly, burying his nose into Mello's golden tresses, licking and sucking at his earlobe before being awarded with a low groan.
"Your fault," the Slavic boy whispered huskily against his throat, tightening his grip on Matt's wrists until it was almost painful, making the younger boy moan softly. "Passing me those notes in class... You have it coming to you."
"What can I say, Mells? I'm a teenage boy. I have needs," Matt groaned, arching against the blonde, unable to hold back a smile.
His plan had worked perfectly. All during Criminal Pyschology, the redhead hadn't been able to keep his eyes off the other boy. There was just something so...sexy about watching Mello at rapt attention during a lecture, his eyes intense, brows furrowed, sucking on the end of his pen... It drove the gamer absolutely crazy. He wanted those brilliant green eyes paying attention to him. So, he ripped out a piece of lined paper from his notebook and scrawled in his sloppy handwriting, 'I can't stop thinking about last night... You know, I think you gave me a hickey. ;-)' Matt folded the paper neatly in half, and then in half again, before sliding the note across the desk towards Mello, nudging the blonde's elbow with the corner of it to capture his attention. Turning to face him with a perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow, the older boy discreetly unfolded the piece of paper, read the message and allowed a tiny smirk to play on the corner of his lips. He scribbled a message back before sliding the paper across the desk back towards Matt and focusing once again on the lecture.
'I can't, either. Now pay attention, he's practically laying out the final here,' the note read. Matt frowned. That wouldn't do. No, that just wouldn't do at all. Letting out an exaggerated yawn that sounded suspiciously like the mewling noise he made when Mello was a little too rough in just the right way, the redhead stretched theatrically, his hair falling away from the nape of his neck to reveal a purple lovebite. He noted smugly that the blonde was looking at him through the corner of his eye, his hands clenched against the desk in a white-knuckled grip; a sure sign that he was desperately trying to control himself. He had him right where he wanted him.
'We have a free period after class is over. Want to nip back to our room for an hour? I promise to make it worth your while. >;),' Matt wrote back, pushing the paper across the desk once again, sighing sexily. With shaking hands, Mello read the message, biting his bottom lip. The redhead couldn't help but smile. The second the bell rang, the blonde pulled him out of the room by his arm, which is how Matt had got himself in his current position, and he couldn't have been more happy.
"God, Matt," Mello groaned into his ear, breath hot against his skin. His hands were all over the gamer, groping, feeling...the redhead didn't know how much more he could take. "If I do poorly on that final, I swear, I'm going to punish you."
"Mmm, now, don't tempt me, Mells," Matt managed to gasp out between moans as he roughly thrust his hips against Mello's leg, desperate for friction. "You know how I'm a glutton for punishment." When he felt the blonde's hands grip his ass, however, all coherent thoughts left his brain, leaving nothing but the want for more.
More, however, didn't happen, as the door was flung open and the two boys halted their actions, turning to stare at their Headmaster in a horrified manner, like a deer caught in the headlights between fight and flight. Matt blushed crimson when he realized Mello's hands were still grasping his buttocks.
They stared at each other for a moment, before Roger shook his head, grabbing the bag of sawdust by the door, sighing. He paused for a moment, trying to decide what to say, before deciding against it and simply shutting the door behind him. He'd figure out what sort of talk he'd have with the two boys after he finished cleaning up the sick.
He really was getting too old for this sort of thing.