The Hunger

AN: I know I said I wouldn't update as I'm wiped from work, but I saw all the reviews you lovely people left and felt bad XD.

Suggested Listening: Pieces by It's Alive

Part 6

~P is for Panic~

The moment when Mello's patience finally ran out came hardly a day later when the lack of progress on the case, the lack of chocolate consumption, and the slamming of Matt's door finally chipped away Mello's last nerve as he was awoken from sleeping on his laptop.

He was worried, but there was only so much he would take.

Mello tore the gun from the front of his pants and aimed it at Matt who stood in front of his room, frown on his face and eyes wild.

"What the fuck is your problem Matt?" he yelled at the gamer. He stood and took a step closer, gun cocked though the safety was still on.

Matt's expression changed instantly. His lips pulled back, almost like a sneer, and he snarled at Mello, longer than usual teeth bared in anger. Mello didn't even have time to think on what he'd seen as Matt rushed him, knocking the gun astray.

The gamer's fist connected harshly with Mello's mouth, pain flooding his senses; Matt had hit him, something he'd never even dared, or wanted, to do before.

Matt followed through with a body tackle and it sent them tumbling to the floor; eyes were wild behind his goggles when Matt's body pressed down on Mello as he snarled at him like some kind of animal.

Mello felt the change in atmosphere immediately after, as Matt's eyes locked onto his lips.

Mello froze when Matt licked him, tongue swirling across the blood before Matt sucked the substance from his swollen bottom lip. Mello shuddered slightly as those lips and tongue followed the small trail of blood down his chin and to his jugular.

It was absurd, but he had stopped struggling, completely shocked at his friend's actions.

What the fuck was going on here? he thought, heart speeding up to thump against his ribcage. Matt licked along the length of his neck, surprisingly sharp teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

But the slight tickling sensation fled as Matt's teeth sank into his neck, the hollow junction above his collar bone, a shout catching and dying in Mello's mouth before it could be released. His hands shoved at Matt's chest only to be trapped between them as Matt applied more force to keep him pinned.

Matt had never been that strong before…

"Matt stop!" Mello squirmed, rather disturbed, as Matt began to lap at the blood that spilled from his bite with a tongue that was rough like a dogs.

But Mello completely froze, forgot how to breathe, as Matt rocked his hips into him. The jolt that rushed through his body would have rendered him speechless had he the mind to say anything.

Matt did it again and Mello couldn't help the way his fingers curled into the fabric of the others shirt. Matt was rubbing himself against Mello's groin, and damn did it feel good.

But just as quickly as Matt had started, he simply stopped, a look of utter panic crossing his features before he lifted himself to a crouch that was more animal than human. Matt gaped at him, hand shaking as he wiped the blood from his mouth with a sleeve, as though he couldn't quite believe he had done it.

Mello opened his mouth to speak but Matt turned and ran. Mello didn't need to hear the front door slam to know that Matt had left the apartment completely.

What Mello wanted to know, more than why that situation had turned him on, was what the fuck was happening to Matt.

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.

.

Mello had raised a gun at him and he simply couldn't stand it anymore. He lunged, snarling as he reared his arm back and slammed his fist into the blond's mouth. He didn't even stop to see the damage, to even think of how utterly wrong it was for him to hit his friend, and tackled him instead.

He was furious and couldn't control himself. He needed to make Mello understand, make the blond-

That scent... he knew it. And dear god did he want to taste it.

He darted his tongue out instinctively and ran it across Mello's split lip, licking and sucking the blood off him until the wound had closed. He almost sighed, it tasted good. That lovely rich flavor...

He trailed his tongue down that smooth flesh, the hint of salt like a precious spice to his taste buds, and he felt the frantic beating of Mello's heart through his veins. He mouthed the jugular for a second and before he knew it he had widened his jaw and bitten into the blond's neck.

Blood.

Blood...

and that tender flesh...

He pressed harder as those hands wedged between them shoved against his chest, trying to push him away. He wouldn't have it; he pressed himself closer against the blond until Mello couldn't move.

"Matt stop!" Mello shifted weakly beneath him and through the haziness he registered that it was Mello. His friend. His...

He lapped at the blood, letting it coat his tongue and fill his mouth as he sought to close the wound, ease the flow of blood before any real harm could come to his...

Fuck... Matt's mind screamed at him but he couldn't help himself as he rocked his hips into the other. Oh that friction... and the look on Mello's face as he did it again; those fingers curling into his shirt and not even attempting to stop him. He wanted it... so bad...

Wanted him...

Wanted to... mate with him.

Matt froze, thoughts rushing back to him, and he practically jumped into a crouched position. Mate? Mate? Since when was he an animal? Since when did he attack Mello, and... and bite him?

What the hell was happening to him?

He swiped at the blood on his mouth, shaking.

Mello looked as though he might speak, but Matt didn't want to hear it, couldn't hear what Mello would say to him. He did the only thing that made sense, he ran.

-End 6-

AN: I really like this chapter XD. It was so damn fun to write. Who do you feel worse for at the moment? *is trying not to sound ominous...bwahahha*

And for those who are undecided about what is happening to Matt, take into account what bit him. XD