After All These Years

Mello pulled down two mugs, filling one with water, sticking it in the microwave, his back against the counter, holding onto the edges “So...”

Matt leaned against the opposite counter, his eyes watching him again “Yeah?”

“I've missed you... “ Mello admitted softly, searching his eyes

“Really?” Matt asked, his voice devoid of emotion once more.

Mello flinched, wondering why that bothered him so much, turning to pull the mug out of the microwave, opening a cabinet, grabbing a packet of hot chocolate.

“How much did you miss me?” he continued

“More than you know...” he said softly, stirring it slowly with a spoon.

Matt moved closer to him, “You would've never had to miss me if you never left.”

“I couldn't stay there...I promised to come back once I had a place to stay...you were gone.” He took a sip before setting it down before looking at him carefully

“I was gone because that place was shit.” he said, anger slowly appearing on his face, taking another step closer, “Everything was shit without you.”

Mello bit his lip, “You have no idea what went on...”  he tried to move around him.

“You have no idea what I've been through these past fucking years.” Matt spat.

“Neither do you...” he said, keeping his tone soft, not wanting to be trapped against the counter, slipping past him, checking the coffee maker at the end of the counter top.

Matt grit his teeth, turning around to watch him, “Fuck you.”

Mello visibly flinched again, “Matt...stop...stop getting mad at me...”

“Don't tell me what to do.” Matt glared, “I'm not that same kid that you fucking bossed around. That ship has fucking sailed.”

Mello backed up. He stood at the edge of the kitchen now “You're...you're scaring me Matt...” Matt moves towards him in a flash, grabbing him by the front of his vest, pressing his lips against his violently. Mello gasped in response, pushing against his chest, trying to get away from him, but Matt only wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer, the other hand unzipping his vest. Mello shoved him hard to break away, staring at him in confusion, stumbling backwards a little . “Matt...you're hurting me... “ He touched his lip, having taken his gloves off when they walked in, staring at the blood.

“Am I, Mello? Am I really fucking hurting you?” he asked, stepping closer to him, his eyes angry, “You used to love it when we laid in your bed at Wammy’s, kissing until our lips were fucking blue.”

Mello stepped backwards, his eyes wide, too scared to find his voice and admit no one'd kissed him since then “You...”

Matt yanked him by his opened vest, pushing him hard against the table, capturing his lips roughly again. Mello whimpered, his back slamming down onto it, fighting to get him off by clutching his hands around the furry vest, shoving at him. The enraged red head bit down at his tongue, his hands shoving his leather vest off of him fully. Mello screamed, his mouth starting to fill with blood, choking on it, pushing up against him harder. Matt pulled away from his lips, gasping for breath. He knew that he should probably stop, but the angry, hurt and forgotten part of him wanted more. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, laughing bitterly as he turned him around forcibly, pressing his own body against his backside.

Mello started coughing, spitting blood on the table. His entire body trembled with  immense fear. “S-stop.” He gurgled, blood pooling out of his lips, trying to make the bleeding stop.

“No.” Matt said flatly, moving a hand to the front of Mello's pants, unlacing them quickly