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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:: Slip

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 ::In the midst of the morning "snack", Mello says something he's not sure he means.

Notes :: Yay! Chapter 3. Added a little more since it was too short :3

S l i p

�You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is...suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with."

~Dana Scully ~

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         Mello grabbed the sheets, fisting them as he rode Matt harder, faster�as much as his hips would allow him to. Matt was the drug and Mello was the addict at this point and sex was the high. It ached and it burned from the night before but any pain was better than how he�d feel if he wasn�t doing this with Matt.

         He leaned his parted lips down and kissed him, swallowing those sexy moans of his. He could tell Matt was going to come just by how he wasn�t really kissing him back. His lips were trembling, his cock twitching. Oh, it was so obvious that he wanted nothing more than to plant his seed up Mello's ass just one more time. His hands were pulling Mello�s hips down at a rather painful angle, but it wasn't like the blond minded; Matt could fuck him any which was so long as Mello could see or hear him; Mello wondered if it was the sex he got off on or Matt himself. He soon pulled back, running his tongue on Matt�s lips as he slowed his hips down�making Matt groan.

         �Don�t come yet...� Mello whispered breathlessly against his lips; hotly, teasingly. He clenched his muscles around his still twitching cock, smirking a little at the expression, �I�m not even close.� Mello was lying; Matt�s cock was repeatedly hitting that spot inside him and, truth be told, it wouldn�t be long before he lost it.

         So he stopped for the time being, letting out tiny, whispery gasps as Matt made attempts to push up as Mello pushed down. Mello moved his hips in a circular motion; trying to control the urge to just pound himself senselessly down on his friend. His blue eyes looked down to see Matt's; the redhead's lips were parted, still flush from kissing. It was clear he wanted to come and he wanted to come soon but Mello was in control.

         It was torture for Matt but that was what made it fun for Mello.

         However, Mello's fun wasn�t going to last long; Matt's expression darkened a little when Mello stopped completely. The blond didn�t know what was happening before he felt Matt�s hands slide up to his shoulders. He was soon forced back against the bed on his back, looking up to see a very flushed, breathless Matt. Mello kicked out at him a little and Matt just grabbed his legs, forcing them down. The redhead held him down before he pulled his cock out of him with a sigh, �You�re not gonna be able to walk straight for a few days when I�m done with you. That is if you�ll be able to walk.�

         Mello went to say something but Matt flipped him over onto his stomach. He held Mello�s hands down by his wrists, opening his legs with his own. Mello groaned when he felt Matt push himself back inside his ass in a hurried motion before beginning to pound him. He screamed; it hurt. God, it fucking hurt but that didn't stop Matt. If anything, it encouraged him. Mello soon felt his knees giving out�Matt was going so hard and fast he barely felt his cock going in and out. This position felt rather different but Mello liked it like the slut he was starting to become. Matt stopped a few moments, his hand running on Mello's flat stomach before he leaned down to Mello's ear and bit it. Mello looked back at Matt, "...Don't stop..." Mello muttered out, "That...can't be your best, can it?"

         Matt returned the smirk didn�t waste time; he pulled himself out and thrust back inside, repeating it over and over until Mello opened hiss mouth in a voiceless scream, burying his face in the pillows. Matt was also making those sexy noises again that made Mello moan. God, the boy was learning to please and he was learning fast. His hips were working magic even if there was probably a little more pain than pleasure at the moment. After what he�d endured last night, Mello was nearly numb. He moved back into the thrusting as best as he could, licking his lips a little at the sensation�he really liked this position, not to mention how ruthless Matt was being with him. Mello liked the fact that he was on his knees, Matt fucking him as hard as he possibly could. The redhead pushed his hair aside and nipped as his neck again, muttering, �So tight� and �Fuck� and other explicatives in his ear.

         Matt liked this too. He liked it a lot.

         And he was living true to the promise he�d made; Matt was doing hell on his back with each rather powerful thrust. Mello didn�t think Matt could be this rough but he was. He always thought Matt might be too much of a "pussy" to do such things but it seemed he was very wrong. Here Matt was, bent over Mello, his hands that were once hold his wrists now braced to the bed sheets for balance, and his cock basically making a mess out of Mello's backside. Mello knew he was probably bleeding. It hurt so damn good and Mello didn't want it to stop. He knew his knees were going to give out and they soon did, leaving Mello a sloppy, fuckable mess on the bed.

         But that didn�t stop Matt.

         His hands came up to his ass and he kneaded it between his fingers and hands some; Mello could feel the smirk as Matt slowed his pace but began using his full weight now. He shivered, looking at Mello�s pale back, �You�re trembling, Mells.� He grunted a little before continuing, �And so fucking tight. God, I just wanna come...�

         Mello laughed, his voice a little hoarse. He ran his tongue against his lips and squeezed himself down on Matt, �Go ahead.� But shook his head and his hands were off his ass. He suddenly pulled out of him and flipped Mello onto his back, �What... are you doing?� Mello was confused not to mention he wanted Matt back inside him again.

         �I wanna see your face.�

         Mello stared at him but reached his hands up to Matt�s face anywayt and brushed his bangs aside. He pulled his mouth down to his, biting down on Matt�s bottom lip as he entered him again, this time (however) he was slow. Slow but hard and Mello could only wrap his legs around his waist, �Matt...� he muttered his name against his lips, �Matt, fas��

         �No.� Matt whispered against his lips, �No. I can feel you this way.� He kissed Mello, almost tenderly. Lovingly. Mello wrapped his arms around Matt�s neck as they kissed, his hips still pounding into him repeatedly but with a certain gentleness this time that made Mello shiver. He broke the kiss off looking up at Matt who seemed focused and, of course, his eyes were locked on Mello. The blond stared at him but only momentarily as Matt picked up his pace a little, making Mello arch back some, moaning Matt's name again.

         Mello could feel every inch of Matt; going into him, being pulled out. He was careful,precise and the feeling alone was enough to make Mello come and he did. He grasped to Matt, looking up at that rather attractive face above his as he finished himself. Mello sighed at the odd, but warm feeling as Matt came inside him for a second time in less than 24 hours; it felt so good. Mello sighed, pulling Matt in for another kiss. It was quiet after that; Mello just kissing Matt, Matt kissing Mello. Nothing seemed wrong or out of place until...

         �God, I love you...�

       & The words suddenly broke the silent reverie between them and Mello wasn�t sure where they came from or who for that matter. Mello looked tiredly up at Matt who had a very shocked look on his face--the two still close from kissing only moments before. And then it hit Mello that he�d been the one that had said it. Matt went to say something and Mello cut him off with a hand to the face. He didn't want to hear what he had to say and he quickly pushed Matt off of himself.

         If he hadn�t ruined their friendship before with having sex with him twice, that most certainly had. He got up and quickly grabbed his pants from the flor. Matt didn�t say anything, which Mello didn't know if that was better or if it just made the matter worse. Mello snatched a black t-shirt from the floor (it was probably Matt�s because it was so loose) and tugged it over his head. He pulled his jacket off the chair, a pair of boots in hand, and he walked out, �Be back.� Mello muttered, not sure Matt heard him�he couldn�t look at his face after saying that of all things to him.

         It was then that Mello realized it was raining quite horribly outside their apartment but Mello didn�t care. He took the elevator down and walked out the front entrance anyway, shrugging the jacket on. He stalked out a little, his eyes falling to the wet ground, his half wet hair now soaked...

         Why had he gone and said that? He didn't mean it. Matt was his friend. Sure he "loved" him but not in the way that had been implied at that moment. Matt probably thought he was some freak and Mello�s reaction didn�t help the situation...

         However, what bugged Mello more, what made him start to sweat despite the rain and what made his mind race was the fact that he wasn't sure. Had he meant it? No, it was Matt. He didn't love Matt like that; he didn't love anyone like that. Mello laughed at himself a little hysterically as he waited for the light turn so he could walk. He was almost tempted to walk out anyway. His laughing happened to scare a small, old lady who was waiting with him at the stoplight. She looked at the young blond man from under her umbrella--obviously thinking him mad or deranged--and Mello felt her eyes on him. He knew he shouldn't be shocked that he was getting stares; Mello was soaked to the bone and laughing like some maniac. Not to mention his pants weren't tied and if it wasn't for the loose black shirt he was sure people would be seeing things that they didn't need to see.

         �...What?" Mello turned to the older lady, making her step back a bit, "I just had sex with my best friend and told him I loved him. I probably ruined our friendship beyond repair. My only friendship. So excuse me if I�m a little pissed off at myself, alright?� Mello sneered at her�leaving the woman both speechless and disturbed�before he quickly stomped out into the street as the light for the pedestrians to walk turned white.

         Mello slipped into the minimart that he and Matt went to for groceries and the like. He sighed as he got there and walked in, mindlessly going to the first thing he saw which was potato chips; the ones Matt liked. He picked up a bag since they were on sale. Like potato chips would be the proper "Sorry I said that" gift at this point. Mello skimmed the aisles a little, his boots sloshing with water (since they hadn't been tied) and making small puddles when he stopped. He passed the candy aisle and grabbed the first chocolate bar he saw and then waltzed over to the refrigerated drink section as he opened it and began eating it; he could pay later. Mello was basically moving on autopilot; his mind still on Matt and still on what he'd said and done. And it wasn�t like he could forget him at the moment either; he was sore as fuck and walking rather funny thanks to that little last-minute romp turned confession.

         He looked at his reflection in the cooled glass of the cold cases, noticing how his blond hair clung to his face, blue eyes tired but still rather clear. He wondered what Matt was thinking. He wondered if he was packing his bags for England and booking the first flight out of there. Mello would have if that was him. He looked up at the cases and opened it to grab a can of some energy drink before slamming the door. He heard a click--the cocking of a gun--and Mello glanced at the reflective door again to see a man in black standing behind him with a gun to the back of his head...

~ T B A ~

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