Motive and Mayhem

SPOILERS: All manga, all anime, L's true name, Another Note, Law and Right, Truth and Justice.

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Motive and Mayhem

Chapter 5: Mastered

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The punishment was mild, as spankings went. Five soft grunts, followed by the number of blows, and Matt was setting the paddle aside, sliding his hands onto the pink flesh. Mello pressed his face into the bedspread again, giving a weak moan as those hands slid so gently over his tender flesh.

"You never cease to amaze me," Matt muttered softly, moving to sit on the bed next to Mello again. "Kneel."

Sliding off the bed, Mello lowered to his knees, kept his gaze lowered. Spankings were so damned miserable, they hurt his pride more than his ass, and the gods knew that was big as the broad side of a barn. What happened afterwards, though, that wasn't so bad at all.

Matt curled his fingers under Mello's chin, tilted his head back and leaned in for a soft, tender kiss. "Let's not repeat that mistake, hmm?"

"Yes, master," and Mello was gazing right up into Matt's eyes. The feeling that hit him was beautiful, spreading inside him like a balloon being filled with helium. The kindness in Matt's eyes, his voice, the assurance that though Mello had made a mistake, he was not hated, it was that feeling that Mello craved. The blinding acceptance, and though he'd never use the word aloud, love.

That made it all worth it. He found a smile forming on his own lips as his body relaxed, as another soft kiss was pressed to his lips.

"Up on the bed with you, on your back," Matt ordered with a little smile, rising and walking away to strip his own clothing off.

Mello rose, clambered onto the bed without the help of his hands, his legs still tangled in his own pants. By the time he made it onto the bed, flipped over onto his back, he was breathing heavily.

Slowly, Matt pulled the pants off, tossed them into a corner and smiled down at his Mello, his pet. He crawled onto the bed, one leg between Mello's, and leaned down over him. His hand moved to the other's erection, squeezed gently, and he grinned at the loud moan. "Good," he whispered into Mello's ear, when he managed to hold back from grinding into that hand.

He slid his hand lower, cupping Mello's balls. "I brought you a few presents, since the boat and everything on it met an unfortunate end." Matt pulled away, leaned over the side of the bed and snatched up a bag he'd left there. He reached in without looking, chuckled to himself, and brought out a pretty, tasseled pair of clamps.

Mello swallowed heavily when his eyes settled on them, the shifted his gaze to Matt's. They'd never used those before. Hell, most of the stuff they played with didn't come from a sex store to begin with. Creativity, that was the usual bill.

There was a wide grin on Matt's face. "I figured it was about time we tried something new," he set the clamps on the bed, then leaned down and let his tongue trail over Mello's nipples.

Closing his eyes, Mello let his head fall back, breathing deeply and doing his best to remain still. The licking, sucking and finally nipping was unusual and intense. He was surprised by his own ability to refrain from squirming. Then, there was a new bite. Cold, harder, a lot more consistent and wider than teeth had been, on his left nipple. He lifted his head, looked down at his chest. "Master," he moaned it when he saw the clamp in place, dropped his head again and bit down on his lower lip.

He wanted to squirm so god damned bad! By the time the second clamp was on, he was sweating not just from the arousal, but from resisting the urge to squirm. "Please," the word was a weak sigh of desire.

"Move," Matt ordered, just as his hand closed around Mello's erection again. The cry that met his ears made him grin as Mello arched his back, ground his hips into that waiting hand and released as much of the tension as he could without an orgasm.

It all made Matt so hungry. He leaned down, took Mello's lips, bit on the bottom one as his pet finally began to calm, trembling beneath him. The knowledge that this man, who was normally so bull-headed, was willing to submit to him, to give Matt this power, it was intoxicating.

Mello was his, and it was moments like this that told him that better than anything else. Mello set aside his own wants and desires, and it was the only way, Matt knew, that Mello would profess his love. Matt's hands slid up Mello's sides slowly as the kiss broke. "Mine," he whispered.

"Yours," Mello replied, his eyes sliding open again, looking up at him with that intense mixture of emotion he was so known for.

It pleased Matt, that he could read the expression, the eyes so perfectly. "We're not going to be long tonight," Matt muttered softly, smirking, "are we?"

"As long as you want it to," Mello frowned a little.

"No, not tonight," Matt's finger trailed down Mello's cheek softly. "Neither of us can hold back for very long tonight. You'll beg quickly, and I won't be inclined to deny you."

Mello turned his head, just enough to catch that finger, kiss it, pull it into his mouth.

Matt laughed warmly, gently pulling his finger away. "No, you're too tight for that still," he scolded gently. "I want to make you scream in pleasure, not pain."

It took a good bit of will power to resist telling Matt to just get on with it. Instead, Mello nuzzled the hand that was still so close to his face. "I just want to scream."

And that just about summed the two of them up. Matt lowered himself, letting his body rest atop Mello's, lingering in that soft, gentle affection for a while longer. Matt's kisses started soft and gentle over Mello's face, especially that scar, and he lowered slowly, trailing down his pet's body. When he sat up, he smiled at the shiver traveling through his lover.

Beautiful. He sighed happily, but decided to save the rest of their new toys for another time. Instead, when he reached into the bag, he only brought out the lube.

He slicked his fingers with it, slipped one in quickly enough to have Mello gasping, arching his back slightly. That one, they both knew, wouldn't be punished. Matt had intentionally enticed the reaction, reveled in the way Mello tensed, then relaxed around his finger. He moved it slowly, letting the sensation linger before he slid a second finger in. He was more gentle about it this time, and Mello didn't move, simply let out a long, slow moan.

Leaning down, Matt placed a few soft kisses to Mello's abdomen, letting his fingers work lazily as his mouth did the same. He paid special attention to the scar tissue that was still sunburn red. A third finger slipped in, another moan, and Matt was traveling upwards while his fingers finished their work. He reached the jaw before he pulled away, freed his fingers. "Condom or no condom?"

Mello still didn't get why Matt asked that. They both knew how much Mello liked it when, after the sex, he could feel the semen slipping down his thighs. Just the thought dusted his cheeks with blush, set a small scowl on his face. "No condom."

With a soft chuckle, Matt pulled his fingers free and spread lube along his own erection. Then he settled himself between Mello's legs, nipping his chin gently. "Say it."

The shiver that slid through Mello was delightful to both of them. "I want you," he said softly, shifting his weight a little to get his arms more comfortable beneath him. "I want you inside me."

"And once I'm there?" Matt was chuckling.

"I want you to fuck me," he replied without hesitation, without the grumpiness or the shyness that had once plagued his requests. He said it with the certainty and comfort of trust, of experience.

And that, too, was worth rewarding. Slowly, Matt pushed into him, moaning at the tightness. How long had it been since they'd done this? He'd put it off so long, just to make sure that he wouldn't hurt Mello, and he was starting to think that doing it more often was a pretty damn good idea. "Fuck," he moaned the word.

Mello lifted his hips up, moaning softly as he felt that intense, familiar intrusion that he'd once been so ashamed of. He'd let go of that fear, that shame long ago, the idea that being submissive made him less was not something he subscribed to anymore.

They were equals. The fact that Mello was willing to do this was proof of that. The fact that Matt allowed him to was also proof of it. Their proof.

"So beautiful," Matt sighed the word as he pressed his hips to Mello's in that first thrust. He slid his fingers through the other's hair, pressing a soft kiss to the scarring on his face.

"You make me that way. Master," Mello replied, his gaze lidded with heavy lashes as he looked up into those brown eyes that seemed to see his very soul.

"No. I just help you to see it," the smile was soft as Matt pulled his hips back, began a languid pace as his hands explored his territory. He flicked one of the nipple clamps and grinned when Mello let out a loud moan. He could feel the slight shifting beneath him, the way Mello tried to put himself in a position that was at least a little more comfortable.

Matt didn't let it hinder the pace, shifted an arm down, under, to support Mello's hips and hold them in place. Meanwhile, he placed lazy kisses along the exposed flesh at his disposal, let his other hand occasionally brush against a clamp, tug it.

It wasn't long until the first signs of restlessness began to show. Mello's head rolled to the side with another moan, his legs shifted, just a little wider. "Master," the name fell from his lips on a desperate groan as he shifted again, winced when he was tisked.

"I told you it wouldn't take long," Matt chuckled, removed a nipple clamp. "You may squirm, if you think that'll help you last," but his grin said he knew it would only expedite the process. Then he closed his mouth over the freed nipple, let his tongue sooth the assaulted flesh.

Mello arched his back then, his legs shifting wider as another moan slipped from his lips, pitch high with desperation. He shuddered when Matt released his nipple, only to blow on it, the cold almost painfully delightful. "Fuck!" the word was almost an explosion.

It had been a very, very long time since Mello had been so sensitive, and Matt was taking full advantage. He ignored the curse, repeated his assault on the other nipple and grinned around it when the whimper rose from Mello's lips.

The pace hadn't sped up even a fraction through it all, and when Matt blew across the second nipple, Mello's control seemed to snap.

"Please! Jesus fucking Christ, would you please fuck me!" Mello couldn't even lift his head to give an angry glare when there was laughter.

"But pet, I am fucking you. Besides, that's no way to talk to your master," Matt was having entirely too much fun with this, and the way Mello was twitching around him was absolutely sinful. He was just glad his control stretched farther than Mello's.

Mello let out an almost pathetic moan, rolling his hips towards Matt's and crying out when his attempt at speeding up the pace resulted in a hard thrust and an abrupt halt to the whole thing. For five minutes he lay there, squirming and moaning weakly before words finally returned to him again.

"Please! Master, please, I need you," it was a whimper, and Mello was as close to tears as he ever came from desperation.

It was exactly what Matt wanted to hear, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on those lips. "As I need you," he agreed, and then he began again, picking the pace up quickly.

The best part of the sex, for Mello, was the bondage. No matter how light they went on it, when they were having sex as master and pet, his hands were never free to touch, to roam, to explore. Not even at the last moments, when he was begging for release, were his hands freed.

Instead, it was always Matt's hand, curling around his erection, pumping in time with his own thrusts that would push him over the edge. Mello had no control and that, for him, was the best part. To give himself up completely, to be entirely placed in another's care, and to feel safe there, cared for. That was perfection.

So, when he begged, when that hand curled around him and brought him to a screaming orgasm, it was the best feeling in Mello's short life. When it was done, when he'd faced his orgasm and began to slide down from it, only then did Matt join him. Only when they were both certain Mello would feel the semen spreading within him, when he would shudder in delight from that thing only they shared. The knowledge that, inside and out, Mello belonged to Matt.

Even if they weren't the type to carry on the lifestyle constantly. Just small pockets of time that they devoted to one another, the times and places always decided upon by Matt, with a single word.

Kneel.

Their safe word, because it took them to the safe place where they could bare their souls to one another.

As they lay there, on the cheap hotel bed, soiling the spread like countless couples before them, the thought brought a lazy smile onto Mello's face as his eyes began to slide closed.

"Oh, we're not done yet," there was laughter in his master's voice, and once again, it made him happy.

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A/N: OMG! A real smut scene. XD I hope that's been a better look at Matt for you, and I hope the scene wasn't too... I dunno, not capped off properly? I'm not too great at writing the whole climax scene deal, but I'm hoping I managed to pull it off okay here.