It Matters

Matt hadn\'t expected that. It never crossed his mind that Mello would reach their home before he did. He let himself in and was met with a brain shaking punch before he\'d even closed the front door. Pain exploded from his jaw and the back of his head, as he slumped down the hallway wall and hit the ground. The door slammed shut, but Mello was still inside, shouting out all the rage he\'d kept inside at the club.



"You fucking idiot! Are you trying to get killed?" Mello yanked him up by his hair and the front of his shirt, then hit him again. With his temper this far lost, Matt could do nothing but curl into a fetal ball and hope for the best. Mind clearing slightly, he found his gun and cradled it to his chest. But Mello was all fire and as quickly as he\'d erupted he backed off. His voice still sparked though, as he spat out, "I haven\'t told them about you for a reason! You\'re my Achilles\' heel, you arsehole! They could get at me through you! Fuckhead!"



Matt spat blood onto the carpet and judged it safe to scream a few words of his own,

"Who the motherfucking Hell gave you the right to..." He paused to eject more blood from his mouth. It stained the skirting board. "Cheat on me?"



"What the fuck...?" Mello was back, bearing down upon him. He was going for his shoulders. He was going to shake him, Matt could see it coming. He reacted, kicking up with a force that connected with Mello\'s chest. The slim blond stumbled backwards, then raged forwards. "I am not fucking cheating on you, you paranoid wanker!" His punch was countered by Matt\'s defensive arm block, while the follow through caught Mello square across the ear. It stung like nothing on earth, but Mello shook it off and caught both of Matt\'s wrists in a steel grip, pinning them to the floor. "Stop!"



They glared at each other, inches away. Mello\'s face was reddening and would bruise, though it was difficult to see beneath his fire-burnt scarring. Matt\'s nose and mouth dripped blood and his eye would be black tomorrow morning. A lump was already rising at the back of his head. The thought flashed through his mind that he could die now, that he would let Mello kill him, and sometimes that didn\'t seem like a bad idea. Mello was panting with suppressed emotion, his blond locks falling over his face. "Have you stopped, Matty?"



"Who was he?"



"I have no fucking idea who you are talking about."



"The camp fuck at the club." Matt wanted to wipe his nose. He could feel his mouth filling with blood and mucus again. His head was throbbing, but he was so aware of Mello\'s weight above him. His own treacherous body was going to betray him again. "The one with his arm around you."



"He\'s dead." Mello watched him carefully. "It wasn\'t politic to do something about him at the time, but he had an unfortunate accident in the shit that happened next."



"Dead...?" Matt knew that Mello\'s rubbing of his thigh against his crotch was not an accident. "You killed him?"



"Would it bother you if I had?" Mello searched the redhead\'s eyes, his tone measured.



"I dunno." Despite everything, Matt could feel his world being reformed from its shattered pieces. His smirk was a little more genuine, if lop-sided through the swollen lip. Blood bubbled at the movement and dribbled down his chin. "I\'m good."



Mello\'s response dripped sarcasm,

"Oh! I\'m so glad!" His eyes narrowed. "So now you\'ve finished stalking me and accusing me of cheating, let\'s get back to the main issue here."



"Which is I\'m supposed to be on-line at 2am... friend from America has a skillcape party in..." Matt wriggled the tingling hand which still held his gun. His wrist was standing to lose all feelling.



"You aren\'t going to make it." Mello released him just long enough to take the gun from him. "Matty, don\'t ever follow me again. Ok?" He waited for the shrug, which was Matt\'s version of the affirmative. Then lunged, pushing him fully onto the floor. Matt\'s head slammed onto carpet rather than wall, but it mattered little after the beating he had already taken. He growled, mockingly, "I\'m sorry, did I hurt you?"



"Y.." Matt began, coughing up the blood that had been jolted down his throat. He didn\'t get to finish, before Mello was over him, undoing Matt\'s flies and finding the hard erection there. "When you said you\'d be back to finish it..." Matt groaned as Mello\'s fingers traced along his member and down to the balls. "Why did you have to beat me up again?" The last was almost lost in the moan that involuntarily escaped his lips, as Mello hand cupped and squeezed.



"Because you deserved it," Mello pushed Matt\'s striped top up to uncover his nipples, "and you like it." He curled downwards, licking the length of his lover\'s battered body his pecs to his groin. There he let his tongue speak for him, lapping and sucking until Matt squirmed, arching for more. Mello lifted his head with a Puckish grin. "Not yet, puppy dog. Turn over."



Matt\'s eyes, drugged with the intoxication of lust, widened, but he knew better than to argue. The frustration and pain of pressing his need into the hard carpet just heightened everything. Mello straddled him, pulling Matt\'s shirt over his head with some force, then kissed and nibbled his crimson ears. The boots and trousers were next, then finally his boxers, until Matt lay naked and vunerable on the floor. It occurred to him to wonder if the front door had been closed and he turned his head to see. It was. Mello called from several feet away, "Did I give you permission to move?"



Matt groaned and waited, wondering what was coming next. Sex with Mello was so volatile and unpredictable, anything could and would happen, he knew that. His lover was already back, grabbing his hands and thrusting them together. They were bound tightly together with something silken. Matt could feel himself sinking, heart pounding, balls burning, mouth dry. He just wanted Mello and he wanted him now. "Please..."



Mello slithered across him, naked himself now, but for the rosary that hung from his neck, even at times like this. His fingers pressed between Matt\'s lips and were sucked to saturation, before being removed. The other hand kneaded the muscles on his back, then kissed traced his spine down to his waiting arse. The wet fingers pentrated his anus without warning, making Matt shift painfully an inch or two across the carpet. "Hush, Matty, you love it."



Matt willed his body to relax, but it still felt taut as a bowstring. His mind was a different matter, floating somewhere beyond, so intoxicated now, focusing only on the incessant need for this. He roared out, "Just fuck me!" Above him, Mello laughed and a moment later found his goal. His touch on Matt\'s g-spot sent the younger man cascading down in stars. Unable to speak, unable to do anything but melt on the floor. In the ecstasy that gripped him, Mello entered fully. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I love you, Mello! I fucking love you, Mello!"



"Good."