Poisoned Rationality

Matt hadn\'t really slept. He had lay still on the bed with his eyes closed until Mello stopped fussing and went away. As the rolling news coverage of a country now in crisis reviewed again the known facts, Matt couldn\'t stop himself smirking. He and Mello may or may not be dead, may or may not be in the country, may or may not be in the city. As order was being restored to the latter, more sightings were being reported, but they were contradictory and muddied the picture fair better than H4x0r6 and his team ever could. In short, all anyone really knew is that Mello and an accomplice had emerged from thin air, kidnapped and killed the Lady Takada, then disappeared again.



Across the room, Mello was tapping into a laptop, concentration intent upon his features. Occasionally there was a snap of chocolate or a glance up at the television. Unusually for him, there was a glass of brandy beside his gun on the table, though he didn\'t appear to have drunk much of it. It was the only outward sign that the blond was nervous. The pair of them had already shared their stories. They knew what the other had been through today. Matt tentatively explored with his fingers the source of the sickening pain above his hipbone. It had been dressed properly with the contents of their extensive First Aid kit to the best of Mello\'s considerable skill. Without an x-ray, it was impossible to see if there was any hidden damage inside, but the proximity of entrance and exit wounds suggested otherwise. They had both been trained, at Wammy\'s, in medical procedures, though Mello\'s knowledge had grown even more advanced in the Mafia. Matt felt sure that he would be alright. He just needed to heal.



"Stop messing with it." Mello spoke without looking up from the laptop. Matt smiled and lit a cigarette instead. His mouth was parched, so he sipped the water that Mello had left there for him. If he could just master using the Force, like a Jedi Master, he could have lifted the brandy and brought that across too. Unfortunately, it turned out that he was just Matt after all, so would have to pour his own. "Why are you getting up?"



"To piss you off." Matt shrugged, grinning into the face that glared suddenly in his direction. "Just saying what you\'re thinking." He ignored the protest of his body and padded in boxer shorts over to the settee. "No sign of them finding us here then?"



"Surprisingly not." Mello reached for an ashtray and placed it onto Matt\'s naked thigh. "Are you hungry?"



Matt blinked at him, green eyes unfettered without goggles glinting with humour. "You? Cook?" He grinned as Mello cast him a dark look.



"Look, I\'m offering ok?" Mello blazed up. "If you don\'t want anything, then fine. If you do, I\'ll go into the fucking kitchen and get some food."



"I\'m good, thank you." Matt replied mildly. "Though I wouldn\'t mind a brandy."



"Get it your fucking self then." Mello snapped back. Before Matt could move, the blond apparently had a change of heart, because he leapt up from the settee, charged into the kitchen and returned with a glass of brandy. "Here."



"Thank you." Matt stared at it in surprise, then sniffed it cautiously. It smelt and looked like brandy. He peered up into Mello\'s exasperated face and grinned cheekily. "Thank you for my brandy."



"What is up with the brandy?"



Matt raised his hands, one clutching the glass and the other a cigarette. Bandages were wrapped around his torso. Multiple cuts and bruises scored the rest of him, not all from the drama of the day. The redhead affected an expression of innocence, but the smirk and glittering emerald gaze belied it. Mello felt the temper draining from him and just shook his head, a faint smile on his face. "Mell, there\'s something on your face." With his hands still above his head, Matt pointed his burning cigarette. Frowning, Mello wiped at his mouth with gloved hands. "No, you still haven\'t got it. Come here."



Sighing, Mello set one knee on the settee and leaned forward. Matt\'s arms descended, encasing him and pulling him down until the blond toppled right on top of him. Mello was restrained from immediately leaping back off the wound by Matt\'s bear-hug. Brandy showered down his back, but Matt had found his lips. They kissed deeply, desperately, tenderly. Mello\'s leg found purchase on the floor to raise him just enough off Matt\'s side not to crush him where it hurt, but it was Matt\'s arms which stopped him falling off. They stayed like that for a long minute, before Mello\'s hand reached up to grip a handful of red hair and to yank it back in separation. "Arsehole."



"Yeah." Matt agreed. "Sorry it\'s been all about me since we got back."



Mello twisted around to try and glean the location of the brandy and cigarette, before slipping to his knees in front of the settee. Taking the now singed cigarette butt out of his lover\'s hand, he picked up the fallen ashtray and dropped it into it. Gingerly stepping over the fallen contents, Mello climbed back onto his side of the settee and made himself comfortable, before gesturing for Matt to join him. The redhead arranged himself between those spidering leather legs and leaned back into Mello\'s cuddling arms. "Let\'s get one thing clear, we are not having sex until you\'ve stopped bleeding. You\'ve been shot, Matt. That\'s serious. Ok?"



"\'kay." Matt replied dubiously. He sipped his brandy, enjoying the warmth in his throat and chest. "You\'re the boss."



Mello nodded, firmly. "There\'s barely a square inch of you that isn\'t battered in some way and then there\'s a gunshot wound. Until I can hold you without hurting you, it\'s not going to happen. That\'s my final decision and if you so much as look at me inappropriately, you\'re going back to England." As he spoke, Mello\'s hand was under the waistband of Matt\'s boxer shorts, cupping his balls and stroking his member. "I own you and that gives me the right to also forbid you to touch me. Until the last bruise has faded and the last laceration healed, you are not to lay a finger on me. If I choose to touch you, then you are to keep perfectly still, so I can be careful about where I\'m doing it. Understood?"



Matt groaned against his chest, shifting slightly, until Mello\'s hand stopped and squeezed. "Yes!"



"Good boy." Mello smirked smugly. He continued his administrations. "So no more pulling me on top of you or seducing me."



"Seducing you!" Matt emitted a half-laugh, his eyes closed, trying not to writhe against his lover. "Yeah. \'kay."



Mello brought back a hand to hold back the mass of red fringe, so he could watch Matt\'s expression. "Doesn\'t mean I won\'t have you on your knees sucking my cock whenever the whim takes me, but right now, you can just sit still." He could tell that his lover was close to coming. Staying stationary was killing him. "I\'m out of bounds for you right now, but I\'m going to use you however I fancy at the time. You will just let me. I have always owned you."



"Fuck. Mello." Matt\'s hand came up to grip his lover\'s bicep, his whole body taut with not moving more.



"Get your hand off my arm. Are you not listening to me?" Mello bit back a smile. "Sit still."



"Oh God! Mello!" He gasped, but his hand slipped away again to crash over the edge of the settee.



"I\'m also perfectly capable of handcuffing you to a bed for a week." Mello continued, warming to his theme. "Perhaps tri-hourly breaks to turn you over or escort you, bound, to the toilet. Cigarettes only when I\'m inclined to sit and hold one for you. Don\'t put it past me... ah." Matt came in his hand, semen soaking his stomach and boxer shorts. Finally the redhead relaxed against him, but Mello\'s hand stayed where it was, gently stroking now. "So you\'re going to be a good boy now?"



"Yes." Matt breathed, eyes still closed, but peace drifting across his face.



"Good." Mello leaned down to kiss him, once, on the lips. "You were brilliant out there. So fucking good. We both were. So fucking good." He spotted that Matt\'s eyes had opened again, peering up at him. "It has to be enough. I can\'t think what else we could have done." Mello stroked the red hair back, watching it fall from his fingers into place, before being stroked back again. "It\'s ok. Go to sleep." His other hand stopped stroking and simply held Matt\'s balls loosely. Mello didn\'t expect him to actually fall asleep, especially since his lover professed to be incapable of sleeping without a quilt cocooned around him. So it was a surprise when Mello heard the breathing deepening and Matt became limp in his grasp. Unforeseen, but strangely flattering. It didn\'t matter if it was trust, submission or exhaustion, Matt was sleeping in perfect subjugation. Beyond the fact that Matt desperately needed sleep, it was sexy as Hell. Mello fought the urge to go back on all of his fine sentiments, wake his lover and just have him over the arm of the settee. Instead, he held him there, let him sleep and watched the television for a hint of the difference that they had made.