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Adult +
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MarshMello
~MarshMello~
Mello had been gone for the past few hours, having had to go on an errand...that had taken longer than expected, and so when he entered the apartment, tired and irritable, the last thing he had expected to be welcomed by was a mess.
One that most certainly hadn't been there when he had left.
He had stepped on something that squished beneath his boot which had him immediately glance at the floor wearily, only to see a massive amount of small fluffy white objects, which upon inspection, were mini-marshmallows, scattered across the floor.
Mello's eyes narrowed and followed the trail out to the living room, where he knew Matt and even possibly the marshmallows would be, to tell the red haired idiot hacker to pick the fucking things up, only stop and stare.
Matt had a box of toothpicks resting next to the ripped open bag of marshmallows and Mello cocked his head to the side at the strange pudgy marshmallow figures that rested on the table. Each one held a slight liking to a person they had once known from Wammys; only being identified by hair color or some accessory or feature drawn on the surface.
If those lumps of marshmallows with toothpicks holding themselves together could be called anything other than creepy as fuck.
He watched in morbid fascination as Matt took his lighter to the figure in his hand and held it to its 'face'. The puffy surface instantly caught fire, the lighter's flame nearly engulfing the figure, and though it seemed Matt had intended to simply burn a small portion of it, the entire thing set fire and Matt dropped it to the table with a small yelp of pain.
Mello watched the lump burn and his stomach churned unpleasantly. That was 'him'.
"Hey Mello..." Matt said weakly as he finally noticed him. The scent of charred marshmallow, reminding him of something far more unpleasant, made his stomach lurch and he was into the kitchen the second bile rose into his throat and hunched over the sink as he practically heaved into the bowl that had been left in there.
His stomach clenched a few more times before it finally calmed down enough for his white knuckle grip on the sink to be released. He turned the faucet on and let it run as he splashed his face and took a deep breath.
An arm went around his waist and hair was brushed away from the right side of his face as a pair of lips kissed slowly at his neck. He sighed heavily.
"Sorry, I was having a bit of fun... didn't think it would go up in flames like that..." Matt murmured against him and he just couldn't be angry with the idiot, because he knew Matt hadn't meant it. But fuck if it hadn't brought back unwanted memories of a time he'd rather forget.
"It's been years Mello; one would think it wouldn't still bother you." Matt mused as he turned him in his arms to face him. Mello glared at the redhead, who kissed at his frown until it smoothed out into something that resembled a smile.
"Yeah it's been years, and your still a fucking idiot." he grumbled. Matt laughed, not taking offense in the slightest and tugged him from the kitchen gently, still apparently wary of his stomach.
"Well at least I'm not the one fucking the idiot I suppose?" Matt shrugged a shoulder and led him passed the black gooey mess of charred food and into their bedroom
He sucked in a breath as pale fingers slide down his side and trailed across his slightly exposed stomach.
It had been years since he had gotten his scar, but the smell of his own burning flesh would always be in his memory.
As would every moment he spent with Matt.
-End-
AN: I have had that damn marshmallow scene collecting dust for so damn long! I thought of it randomly after I saw that my mom had bought a bag of marshmallows, which I HATE, and thought about trying to make marsh-nendos with them. :)
Mello had been gone for the past few hours, having had to go on an errand...that had taken longer than expected, and so when he entered the apartment, tired and irritable, the last thing he had expected to be welcomed by was a mess.
One that most certainly hadn't been there when he had left.
He had stepped on something that squished beneath his boot which had him immediately glance at the floor wearily, only to see a massive amount of small fluffy white objects, which upon inspection, were mini-marshmallows, scattered across the floor.
Mello's eyes narrowed and followed the trail out to the living room, where he knew Matt and even possibly the marshmallows would be, to tell the red haired idiot hacker to pick the fucking things up, only stop and stare.
Matt had a box of toothpicks resting next to the ripped open bag of marshmallows and Mello cocked his head to the side at the strange pudgy marshmallow figures that rested on the table. Each one held a slight liking to a person they had once known from Wammys; only being identified by hair color or some accessory or feature drawn on the surface.
If those lumps of marshmallows with toothpicks holding themselves together could be called anything other than creepy as fuck.
He watched in morbid fascination as Matt took his lighter to the figure in his hand and held it to its 'face'. The puffy surface instantly caught fire, the lighter's flame nearly engulfing the figure, and though it seemed Matt had intended to simply burn a small portion of it, the entire thing set fire and Matt dropped it to the table with a small yelp of pain.
Mello watched the lump burn and his stomach churned unpleasantly. That was 'him'.
"Hey Mello..." Matt said weakly as he finally noticed him. The scent of charred marshmallow, reminding him of something far more unpleasant, made his stomach lurch and he was into the kitchen the second bile rose into his throat and hunched over the sink as he practically heaved into the bowl that had been left in there.
His stomach clenched a few more times before it finally calmed down enough for his white knuckle grip on the sink to be released. He turned the faucet on and let it run as he splashed his face and took a deep breath.
An arm went around his waist and hair was brushed away from the right side of his face as a pair of lips kissed slowly at his neck. He sighed heavily.
"Sorry, I was having a bit of fun... didn't think it would go up in flames like that..." Matt murmured against him and he just couldn't be angry with the idiot, because he knew Matt hadn't meant it. But fuck if it hadn't brought back unwanted memories of a time he'd rather forget.
"It's been years Mello; one would think it wouldn't still bother you." Matt mused as he turned him in his arms to face him. Mello glared at the redhead, who kissed at his frown until it smoothed out into something that resembled a smile.
"Yeah it's been years, and your still a fucking idiot." he grumbled. Matt laughed, not taking offense in the slightest and tugged him from the kitchen gently, still apparently wary of his stomach.
"Well at least I'm not the one fucking the idiot I suppose?" Matt shrugged a shoulder and led him passed the black gooey mess of charred food and into their bedroom
He sucked in a breath as pale fingers slide down his side and trailed across his slightly exposed stomach.
It had been years since he had gotten his scar, but the smell of his own burning flesh would always be in his memory.
As would every moment he spent with Matt.
-End-
AN: I have had that damn marshmallow scene collecting dust for so damn long! I thought of it randomly after I saw that my mom had bought a bag of marshmallows, which I HATE, and thought about trying to make marsh-nendos with them. :)