The Hunger
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Rating:
Adult +
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2,009
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5
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Part 3
Suggested Listening: Disintegration by Theatre Of Tragedy
Part 3
~S is for Saliva~
Matt was, to say the least, not happy with Mello at the moment. He had practically fallen into the apartment two days ago with his arm nearly torn off and dripping blood everywhere, and what does the blond do? Laugh and throw a first aid kit at him and make him clean the fallen blood afterwards when all Matt had wanted to do was take a warm bath and sleep for the next year.
Though Matt wasn't sure why he had expected anything different from Mello. He had changed in the years apart, and Matt had gotten used to it, but damn if he wasn't a real bastard sometimes.
Matt had gone out and gotten a few shots after that, he didn't need to die of some disease while Mello was out fighting Kira. No matter how he was treated he didn't want to leave Mello alone in the fight.
Matt sighed and rubbed at his eyes for the fourth time in less than a minute. He'd had a headache for the last day, and it had only gotten progressively worse since then, and it was borderline migraine already.
He had taken headache meds but they didn't seem to be doing him any good, nothing did, not even more sleep. The pain wasn't so bad that he wanted to bash his head in or anything, at least not yet, but it was far from being comfortable. Like someone was tugging at the back of his eyes and every time it seemed like the pain was getting better they would pull the nerves tighter and send him back into discomfort.
It really sucked, to put it frankly.
He took a swig of orange juice and hardly had time to make it to the trashcan across the room before he was bent over, clutching his stomach, and heaving a disgusting orange and white stream of bile from his lips.
Matt gasped harshly, body shaking and twitching, but held his breath as he felt another wave coming on. He squeezed his eyes tight and grit his teeth and was rewarded when the feeling went away unexpectedly.
As suddenly as the attack had come on it had left and Matt had no idea what it had been about, but he felt better. The tugging at his eyes was almost gone and he was suddenly starving, an urgent and almost ravenous feeling.
Which was strange as he had eaten not too long before, granted it had only been an apple, and what was stranger was his craving for meat. He had never really been fond of it, preferring poultry to red meat, but he wasn't about to deny a craving.
Matt simply shrugged it off as a side effect from so many meds in the last few days, ignoring the stab of worry that flooded through him at all the sudden odd behavior, and went to the freezer and pulled out some steaks to make. He might as well make one for Mello too while he was at it.
He popped them into the microwave to defrost them and settled down at the kitchen table. He knew he should take out the trash before it started to stink, but he didn't feel like moving, or taking his eyes off the meat as it turned around and around on the dish as it thawed.
Matt blinked distractedly as the microwave beeped minutes later; he hadn't realized he'd zoned out...
It didn't really matter he supposed, as he had come out of it at the right moment. He pulled out a large frying pan and splashed a bit of oil onto it and retrieved the meat as the pan heated to temp.
Once he was satisfied he had properly seasoned the top half of both steaks he carefully dropped one of them into the pan as he seasoned the other side; the pepper crackling as it spilled over the edge and burned on the pan.
He closed his eyes as his stomach growled. Damn did that meat smell good... He hadn't even realized he had started salivating at the smell of the cooking meat until he was drooling and wiped disgustedly at the leaking saliva.
Was he really that fucking hungry?
Matt shook his head. He had been acting really fucking weird the last few days... he shook the thought off though, he didn't want to mess up the cooking.
He made sure Mello's was well done, as the blond didn't like his meat to be even a little pink and set it aside in the microwave as he started to cook his own. He had always liked it a little bloody, on the rare occasion he ate red meat, as it kept the most flavor and was tender and practically melted in your mouth.
Matt took his own off the stove after only a few minutes, stomach cramping in hunger and eagerly cut into it, watching the blood seep onto the plate. He thought nothing of it as he devoured the steak, juices squishing into his mouth.
-End Part 3-
AN: How is everyone liking this so far? Its only going to get weirder from here on out, and i'm not sure how many more chapters there will be, might be nine might be fourteen.
Part 3
~S is for Saliva~
Matt was, to say the least, not happy with Mello at the moment. He had practically fallen into the apartment two days ago with his arm nearly torn off and dripping blood everywhere, and what does the blond do? Laugh and throw a first aid kit at him and make him clean the fallen blood afterwards when all Matt had wanted to do was take a warm bath and sleep for the next year.
Though Matt wasn't sure why he had expected anything different from Mello. He had changed in the years apart, and Matt had gotten used to it, but damn if he wasn't a real bastard sometimes.
Matt had gone out and gotten a few shots after that, he didn't need to die of some disease while Mello was out fighting Kira. No matter how he was treated he didn't want to leave Mello alone in the fight.
Matt sighed and rubbed at his eyes for the fourth time in less than a minute. He'd had a headache for the last day, and it had only gotten progressively worse since then, and it was borderline migraine already.
He had taken headache meds but they didn't seem to be doing him any good, nothing did, not even more sleep. The pain wasn't so bad that he wanted to bash his head in or anything, at least not yet, but it was far from being comfortable. Like someone was tugging at the back of his eyes and every time it seemed like the pain was getting better they would pull the nerves tighter and send him back into discomfort.
It really sucked, to put it frankly.
He took a swig of orange juice and hardly had time to make it to the trashcan across the room before he was bent over, clutching his stomach, and heaving a disgusting orange and white stream of bile from his lips.
Matt gasped harshly, body shaking and twitching, but held his breath as he felt another wave coming on. He squeezed his eyes tight and grit his teeth and was rewarded when the feeling went away unexpectedly.
As suddenly as the attack had come on it had left and Matt had no idea what it had been about, but he felt better. The tugging at his eyes was almost gone and he was suddenly starving, an urgent and almost ravenous feeling.
Which was strange as he had eaten not too long before, granted it had only been an apple, and what was stranger was his craving for meat. He had never really been fond of it, preferring poultry to red meat, but he wasn't about to deny a craving.
Matt simply shrugged it off as a side effect from so many meds in the last few days, ignoring the stab of worry that flooded through him at all the sudden odd behavior, and went to the freezer and pulled out some steaks to make. He might as well make one for Mello too while he was at it.
He popped them into the microwave to defrost them and settled down at the kitchen table. He knew he should take out the trash before it started to stink, but he didn't feel like moving, or taking his eyes off the meat as it turned around and around on the dish as it thawed.
Matt blinked distractedly as the microwave beeped minutes later; he hadn't realized he'd zoned out...
It didn't really matter he supposed, as he had come out of it at the right moment. He pulled out a large frying pan and splashed a bit of oil onto it and retrieved the meat as the pan heated to temp.
Once he was satisfied he had properly seasoned the top half of both steaks he carefully dropped one of them into the pan as he seasoned the other side; the pepper crackling as it spilled over the edge and burned on the pan.
He closed his eyes as his stomach growled. Damn did that meat smell good... He hadn't even realized he had started salivating at the smell of the cooking meat until he was drooling and wiped disgustedly at the leaking saliva.
Was he really that fucking hungry?
Matt shook his head. He had been acting really fucking weird the last few days... he shook the thought off though, he didn't want to mess up the cooking.
He made sure Mello's was well done, as the blond didn't like his meat to be even a little pink and set it aside in the microwave as he started to cook his own. He had always liked it a little bloody, on the rare occasion he ate red meat, as it kept the most flavor and was tender and practically melted in your mouth.
Matt took his own off the stove after only a few minutes, stomach cramping in hunger and eagerly cut into it, watching the blood seep onto the plate. He thought nothing of it as he devoured the steak, juices squishing into his mouth.
-End Part 3-
AN: How is everyone liking this so far? Its only going to get weirder from here on out, and i'm not sure how many more chapters there will be, might be nine might be fourteen.