Watari Pt 2: Wammy's House

"I love seeing you like this." Mello grinned, eyes glinting with mischief and glee. With one hand, he was holding Matt\'s wrists, crossed, above his head up the wall. They both knew that it was more show than strength. If Matt really wanted to escape, he could have done so easily enough. At least, he could have gained freedom for the whole seconds that it took for Mello to recapture him and hold him more securely. Matt wasn\'t going to even try though. He was enjoying the sensation of being dominated too much. Mello\'s other hand, encased in its leather glove, trailed a finger across the pits and mounds of Matt\'s ribcage. "So vulnerable. So fragile." He caught Matt\'s gaze and they both snorted. "Well you look fragile! Eat more food!" Mello leaned forward to lick Matt\'s lips. "Should I tie you down and forcefeed you?"



Matt rolled his eyes. "Mello, you were doing so well. I\'m fucking hard and you\'ve reverted back to girlie, maternal crap..."



"Mail. Stop." Mello fixed him with a cold glare, but it had no power behind it. It was the sort of glare that Mello had mastered in the Mafia and had arrived too suddenly for Matt to believe there was any emotion in it. It was just Mello nagging because he\'d found an opening in which to nag. A lot of things had caused Matt to drastically lose weight this year, not least the amphetamines. "I\'m just saying."



Matt puffed out his cheeks and let his breath blow out in a long stream. "Yeah, right." He pulled on his arms, seeking to extract them, but Mello tightened his grip. "What?"



"I haven\'t given you permission to leave this spot." Mello dug his fingers into Matt\'s side. "You will stay until I tell you that you may go."



Matt looked back up in interest. "So we are having sex? You\'re not just glomping me to whinge about cake?"



"Even if I had, you would stand there. I own you, Matty. I\'ve got your shirt off you. Don\'t think that your jeans can\'t follow. I could order you to just be there, my naked, sexy decoration, while I put my shopping away and sort out the water rates." Mello was still fully clothed in biking leathers. His helmet was on the table alongside two carrier bags full of produce from the local farm shop. While one was certainly full of the fresh vegetables that he had left to buy, the other was apparently brimming with homemade chocolate cake. "You would make consolidating the bills far more interesting. I might do that."



"You could." Matt smirked up at him. "But you\'re not going to."



Mello breathed a laugh. "I love that look you get at times like this. Fucking whore."



"Pricktease."



"Oh?" Mello released him. "I\'m doing the water rates." He took a step back, seemingly oblivious to Matt\'s raised eyebrows. "Just need to put this lot away first." He turned, as Matt took a step forward, and pointed. "Get back by that wall!"



"Meep!"



Mello frowned. "What?" He watched Matt return to the wall. "Meep?"



"It\'s an exclaimation of disappointment."



"Yes, I know." Mello shook his head. "Primarily used by pre-pubescent girls."



Matt shrugged and bowed his head. A moment later, he walked away from the wall and scooped up his discarded shirt. "I\'m going off to have a wank." He headed towards the inner door and Mello just stared. There was a lot wrong with that statement. It was a matter of knowing where Matt\'s head was in order to know quite how to react. "I\'ll come back when you stop playing at things and..."



"Mail." Mello crossed the floor in three long strides and grabbed his man. He peered quizzically into Matt\'s eyes. "You\'re going for a wank?" Over a year ago, when they were still in the flat and Mello was in the Mafia, he had forbidden Matt to pleasure himself. It had all been control games then and Mello had wanted himself to be the only outlet for Matt\'s sexuality. The rule had long since been relaxed, but Matt still adherred to it. Mello had concluded, months ago, that he only had to actually do half of the domination in their BDSM relationship. Matt was quite capable of dominating himself, on Mello\'s behalf, in his own fantasy world. "Really?"



"Don\'t you want me to?" There was hope amidst the desire in Matt\'s eyes. There were also dark shadows under them. The redhead couldn\'t sleep enough these days. He could be out for fourteen hours and still wake up tired. Mello surveyed him carefully. Matt was much better than he had been. "Mello?"



Mello took a split decision that this wasn\'t the time to talk to Matt about his health. He held him close and kissed him firmly. "What do you need from me, guapo?"



"Huh?"



"Stop arsing around being prickly. Talk to me."



Matt replied carefully. "I want to go and have a wank, because my..."



"That\'s top of your list?" Mello pulled the shirt from Matt\'s hand and flung it backwards onto the hall floor. "Only you weren\'t being arsy when I did this." He recaptured Matt\'s wrists and held them back up. "In fact, my theory is that you were quite having fun and you would much rather I did this." Mello\'s hand massaged Matt\'s obvious arousal through the denim. "And this." His lips met in a passionate kiss. Matt shifted his weight, opening his legs to allow his husband better access. His mouth responded in kind. "Better?"



Matt just smirked at him. His eyes dipped to take in Mello\'s biking jacket. Mello looked at him quizzically. "As much as I like seeing you in leather, I like seeing you out of it more."



"Oh?" Mello released him and stood back. "So it\'s a striptease you want from me?"



Matt chuckled, bowing his head. "Will you stop trying to guess and just do something?" He rubbed his face. "Mell, since you came back from the shop thingie, all you\'ve done is hint and tease and..." He made a frustrated noise. "I don\'t want to tell you what I want. I want you to just do it."



"Mind reading?" Mello unzipped his jacket. It was padded and heavy. His lean muscles rippled as he carried it to its peg in the cloakroom. He peeped back over his shoulder, smiling. "You\'re so easy to wind up, Matty."



Matt flashed the birdie, stating precisely, "Fuck off."



Mello sighed and bowed his head. A moment later, he turned and twisted; leaping up to launch himself in a Parkour move against the wall. His feet connected and he was propelled forward, bringing down his husband like a leopard pouncing on its prey. Matt didn\'t stand a chance. Sheer inertia threw him to the floor before he even had time to react. His shoulder struck the tiles with a loud thud, but Mello\'s hand was protecting Matt\'s head. Matt started to gasp out his shock, but Mello\'s mouth was over his, kissing with his tongue pressing in for domination. Mello\'s fingers were already in Matt\'s belt buckle, pulling it open, so he could unbutton his flies. His hand searched inside, through the fabric of the boxer shorts, kneading and grasping at Matt\'s erection. Mello withdrew from the kiss with a smug half-laugh. "Oh yes." He grinned, using both hands now to pull down Matt\'s jeans. "Didn\'t see that coming."



Matt smirked, reaching up to unzip Mello\'s biker vest. He didn\'t reply. His hands pushed the leather over Mello\'s biceps, restricting his movements, until Mello shrugged it away from himself. Mello undid his own belt and loosened the laces at his flies, while Matt kicked off the jeans pooled at his ankles. A glance from Mello was eloquent enough for Matt to obey the unspoken command to lose the boxers too. They were at his knees, one leg halfway through to trap them at his calf, when Mello swooped back down to embrace Matt. Lips grappling, pressing hard with passion. One arm hooked under Matt\'s armpit, while the other hand pinched a nipple. The redhead moaned, the tiles cold and harsh against his shoulder-blades. He succeeded in finally freeing himself from the boxer shorts and his legs rose to wrap around Mello\'s waist. Matt used his heels to try and force the leather trousers down, over Mello\'s arse.



"Oy!" Mello rose slightly. "Bitch!" He slapped Matt, open-handed, across the cheek. "I decide if and when I become naked." Nevertheless, he yanked at his waistband, pushing it down in the direction that Matt was pushing anyway. His own obvious arousal pressed against Matt\'s, his need running parallel, then overtaking his indignation.



"Just get fucking on with it!"



Mello narrowed his eyes. He knew that his domination today was clumsy and ill-conceived. He hadn\'t planned this. He had meant to come in and just put the shopping away. Finding Matt wandering around the kitchen had been a distraction. He had things to do. Bills to look at. Cases to conjure out of thin air. That didn\'t matter. He wanted Matt. Mello grabbed Matt\'s balls and squeezed, hearing and delighting in the cry of pain that emitted from Matt\'s mouth. Harder than ever, Mello knelt on the unforgiving floor and pulled Matt towards him. Perfectly positioned now, Mello pressed at Matt\'s opening until he was able to thrust in. His fingernails clawed at Matt\'s hips, as he held him there.



"Mello! Oh God!" Matt hand went back, cupping his head to shield it from banging agains the tiles. His mouth opened, gasping breaths in time with the pounding. Gutteral cries of lust filled the open space, bouncing off the acoustics from the landing to the stained glass above. "Yes!"



It was fast and it was furious. Their release came quickly, leaving them stranded, sweating, clutching at each other as the waves of ecstasy passed through them. "Wow!" Mello breathed, before he remembered himself and smiled. "Gracias." He leaned forward, claiming an embrace. "Te amo."



"Volim te, you mad fucker." Matt grinned back between kisses. "\'kay, that was better than wanking."



Mello\'s jaw dropped. "What?"



Matt froze slightly, smiling over a bitten lip. "That came out so wrong!" He laughed. "Ok, that was a lot," he rolled his eyes to emphasise the inadequacy of the comment, "better than wanking."



"Too fucking right it was." Mello wrinkled his nose and rolled off him. "Bitch." He found his feet, pulling his trousers up again as he stood. His glance back at his prone husband was full of humour and he winked. Affecting it as an afterthought, he offered a hand to pull Matt back off the floor. "Shoulder ok?"



"Fuck knows. Bio-energy, adrenaline, vasopressin." Matt stopped to kiss his husband again. "Oxytocin. I\'ll let you know when my system\'s clear again. Mmm, nice." He stayed until Mello patted his shoulder and backed away. "No! Encore!"



Mello gestured him away, stooping down to collect his top from the floor. "Go and bother Mario, I\'ve got stuff to do." He marched away into the kitchen, but paused to smile at the sound of Matt\'s laughter in the hallway. Mello crossed himself quickly, thanking God that he had his man back, safe and sound, then he went about his tasks.