Motive and Mayhem
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Adult ++
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17
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3,572
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Ambush
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 7: Ambush
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There were questions and comments about Mello, but it wasn't until they began asking about the beginning of the relationship that memories began tugging at Mello's mind. He didn't want to be there, kneeling next to Matt's feet in that disgusting outfit. It was little more than a thong and boots, he didn't even get gloves and the temperature of the room had goose bumps rising on his flesh already.
The anger that was simmering inside him reminded him keenly of the first time the handcuffs had been brought out. The same ones he was wearing now, the ones that Matt had used to cement his place as master and Mello's as pet.
They had just finished a minor case, apprehending a small-time arson. It was the third case they'd taken after Near had been apprehended and they were supposed to celebrate. Normally, that meant Chinese food and lots of sex.
Normally, Matt didn't have another idea. Normally, he didn't stay fully dressed until the food was finished, until they were standing up and Mello was already starting to strip down. He'd been naked from the waist up when he realized that Matt wasn't in a similar state of undress.
He frowned over at Matt. "The fuck is your problem? You start your man-period or something?" The playful barb was delivered with a lopsided grin.
The one that Matt gave in reply was the same predatory grin he always gave when sex was on the menu, but his goggles were on. He was hiding something, Mello could feel it in his bones, in the way the hair stood up on the nape of his neck. He just had to figure out what as he put his hands on his hips.
"Just admiring the view. It's nice to know all that pretty skin is mine," Matt said lazily as he came forward, sliding a gloved hand up Mello's chest.
"Never said you had exclusive fucking rights," Mello shoved the hand a way. "What's wrong with you tonight?"
"Nothing's wrong with me," Matt replied easily, one hand rising to Mello's hair, grabbing it firmly, tilting his head back and taking a long, deep kiss.
Well, it would have been long and deep if Mello hadn't started struggling right in the middle of it. The cold snap of metal around a wrist had a way of upsetting people when you were trying to kiss them, but Matt had anticipated it. He'd cuffed Mello's right wrist, so when he reacted, he jerked backwards instead of throwing a punch.
Just as expected. Matt jerked the arm forward, released Mello's hair and shoved the opposite shoulder as he took a step forward. The momentum and proximity forced Mello to jerk sideways and reach out for the wall to avoid falling. Matt reached out, grabbing Mello's left wrist and jerking it backwards.
Mello yelped as his weight pitched downwards, only to be caught by his wrists from behind -- he'd be surprised that his shoulders weren't permanently injured from it later -- and was gently dropped to his face on the floor. Gently was a relative term. His wrists were still firmly in Matt's grip and all too soon the left wrist was cuffed as well.
Before he could even begin struggling, he was yanked back to his feet, shoved into the bathroom. Another pair of handcuffs secured him to the sink and Matt stepped back to admire his work.
There was cursing, screaming, ranting. Rage bubbled up in Mello and he was very, very pleased with himself when he managed to kick Matt hard on the shin at least once. Even so, there's only so much energy in the human body.
Six hours after the first "I'm going to cut your dick off and rape you with it," Mello was running low on steam. He was breathing heavily, his kicks were weak when they connected, his wrists were sore as hell and his shoulders were throbbing. He was pissed more than anything, but the fear had begun creeping up on him. He had no idea what in all the hells would possess Matt to chain him to the fucking bathroom sink.
He wasn't a criminal, for fuck's sake! They were supposed to be celebrating because they'd caught one!. It just didn't fucking make sense, and the goggles weren't helping one damn bit. Those ugly fucking goggles that hid Matt's eyes, his intentions, were really starting to piss Mello off.
He aimed a kick at Matt's face, snarled when his leg was simply batted away. He'd tried everything he could think of to get out of the handcuffs, every damn trick he knew, but Matt had anticipated that. Matt had anticipated everything and Mello had expected nothing. The locks weren't even pickable because Matt had filled them with a sort of gel that would remain solid until a mild acid was poured over it.
Mello found a fresh burst of energy when Matt finally came close, released the pair of handcuffs that secured him to the sink. He thrashed, actually managed to knock Matt aside with a head butt and nearly gained his feet again.
Nearly, because he wound up falling onto the toilet butt first, breathing heavily and glaring down at Matt. He may have gotten a fresh burst of energy, but it didn't last long and he was left waiting for Matt to make his move. "I'm gonna fucking kill you," Mello snarled.
"And here I was hoping you'd calmed down enough," Matt said lightly, rubbing the side of his head where he'd been hit as he rose to his feet with a quiet sigh. "We'll just have to do this the hard way."
The next kick was aimed for Matt's groin and deflected effortlessly as Matt approached. He grabbed Mello under the armpits, dragged him to his feet and pulled the protesting blond from the bathroom.
There was a snarl when Mello was thrown onto one of the beds and a loud curse when he rolled himself right off again, landing uncomfortably on the floor. It was, however, better than the bed. He was now laying between the two twin beds the hotel room sported, which was a surprisingly defendable position when you only had your legs to fight with.
It took another ten minutes for Matt to catch him by the ankles and drag him back onto the bed. Still, he wouldn't give up, squirming when he was pinned down, when Matt laid his body over Mello's, forcing his legs open and simply laying there.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Mello snapped angrily, squirming as much as he could, considering the position, and blushing darkly when he realized just how turned on Matt was. "You fucking perv! Fucking let me go!"
"No," Matt replied lightly, smirking as he watched the transition on Mello's face. He reached up to grab his hair before he leaned in to take a soft kiss, yanking on the hair when Mello tried to bite him.
"Fucking going to kill you," Mello snarled, shifting his arms beneath him into the closest thing to comfortable that he could find. He was aching in all sorts of places, furious and vaguely embarrassed. A little fear was in the mix, but he wouldn't admit it. He and Matt had agreed to try bondage, but they'd never agreed that Mello would be the one bound or, in fact, that it would be done with so little warning.
"I'm sure you want to. Now," Matt chuckled, grinding his hips against Mello's and taking great pleasure in the hiss he received in reply. With his hand firmly gripping Mello's hair, he leaned down to take another soft kiss, pressing a few more along Mello's face, down to his ear. He nipped the lobe, tugged on it gently and smirked in satisfaction as he felt Mello shifting uncomfortably. "You're going to call me master before I let you come."
"Like fuck I am!" Mello exploded, nearly managing to throw Matt off of him with the strength that little tidbit had given him. Nearly wasn't quite enough and he found himself pinned again, snarling and putting his feet on Matt's hips, trying to push him away with what little strength he had left. There was going to be hell to fucking pay when this was over.
As angry as he was, there was nothing Mello could do about the fact that Matt knew his body exceptionally well. Including those weak spots that could have Mello hard and willing in less than sixty seconds under normal circumstances. These weren't quite that, but those spots were still damned effective and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Not with his arms pinned behind his back, Matt between his legs, holding him to the bed. It was far more erotic than he would have liked and despite his anger, his fury, his frustration, the little bites to his nipples had him hardening. "You are so fucking dead," he hissed.
It was a full hour before Mello succumbed, before his legs slid down from where they'd been trying to push Matt away. Before his attention shifted from escape to the painful arousal that had slowly grown, overtaken him without his consent. He was hard beneath the leather pants that were still miraculously intact. There were hickies all over his chest, Matt's hands hand been sliding over his bare flesh, leaving little scratch marks here and there.
He was disgusted, still furious, but a little too aroused to take himself seriously. A little too tired, too. So, when Matt pulled away and began unfastening his pants, he didn't struggle, though he was glaring furiously. He couldn't even keep that up when Matt knelt between his legs, gave his erection a slow, lazy lick.
"Now be good and stay still," Matt all but purred as he slid off the bed, pulling his own clothing off until they were both naked as they day they were born.
It wasn't the first time that Mello noticed the differences in their bodies. Matt was built solidly, almost large for his frame. His waist measurement was the same as his hips, his shoulders, making him one lean line straight down. The muscles were obvious even in the room's dim lighting, and Matt had finally pulled away those goggles so that Mello could read the expression within them.
Mello slid his legs closed just to spite him, glaring up into those deep brown eyes with a scowl.
"So defiant," Matt sighed, but he was smiling as he forced Mello's legs apart, slipped down between them so he was once again pinning the blonde to the bed.
The differences in their bodies was once again evident to Mello. He had more curves than Matt, though his waist was only slightly more narrow than his hips and shoulders. His muscles were also less defined. He didn't have the washboard abs and though you could clearly see the lines running from his ribs to his hips, there were no lines crossing them. He was, he supposed, the more feminine of the two, but that didn't mean he was going to surrender in such a rediculous situation.
The stars were winking down at the city below as, eight hours in, Matt's quest to dominate Mello began in earnest.
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A/N: Yay! My writer's block has disappeared! Yaaaay!!!
Anon: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed my stories, but I'm afraid I'm having a little trouble understanding the criticism. If you leave another review, could you explain just what it is that makes Mello come off as pathetic and Matt as cruel? If it's the BDSM relationship they have, that's in the process of being explained with this flashback chapter, but I'd be happy to explain my reasoning behind the characterization if you'd give me more specifics. ^_^ (Though in all honesty, I am making Matt a bit cruel intentionally. If you've read Truth and Justice, then you understand what will eventually happen and because of that, I'm leaving in a few things here and there that Mello will reflect on later, either in this chapter or the sequel to this story. Mello will need some things to look back on, to justify what he'll have to do in the future.)
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Motive and Mayhem
Chapter 7: Ambush
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There were questions and comments about Mello, but it wasn't until they began asking about the beginning of the relationship that memories began tugging at Mello's mind. He didn't want to be there, kneeling next to Matt's feet in that disgusting outfit. It was little more than a thong and boots, he didn't even get gloves and the temperature of the room had goose bumps rising on his flesh already.
The anger that was simmering inside him reminded him keenly of the first time the handcuffs had been brought out. The same ones he was wearing now, the ones that Matt had used to cement his place as master and Mello's as pet.
They had just finished a minor case, apprehending a small-time arson. It was the third case they'd taken after Near had been apprehended and they were supposed to celebrate. Normally, that meant Chinese food and lots of sex.
Normally, Matt didn't have another idea. Normally, he didn't stay fully dressed until the food was finished, until they were standing up and Mello was already starting to strip down. He'd been naked from the waist up when he realized that Matt wasn't in a similar state of undress.
He frowned over at Matt. "The fuck is your problem? You start your man-period or something?" The playful barb was delivered with a lopsided grin.
The one that Matt gave in reply was the same predatory grin he always gave when sex was on the menu, but his goggles were on. He was hiding something, Mello could feel it in his bones, in the way the hair stood up on the nape of his neck. He just had to figure out what as he put his hands on his hips.
"Just admiring the view. It's nice to know all that pretty skin is mine," Matt said lazily as he came forward, sliding a gloved hand up Mello's chest.
"Never said you had exclusive fucking rights," Mello shoved the hand a way. "What's wrong with you tonight?"
"Nothing's wrong with me," Matt replied easily, one hand rising to Mello's hair, grabbing it firmly, tilting his head back and taking a long, deep kiss.
Well, it would have been long and deep if Mello hadn't started struggling right in the middle of it. The cold snap of metal around a wrist had a way of upsetting people when you were trying to kiss them, but Matt had anticipated it. He'd cuffed Mello's right wrist, so when he reacted, he jerked backwards instead of throwing a punch.
Just as expected. Matt jerked the arm forward, released Mello's hair and shoved the opposite shoulder as he took a step forward. The momentum and proximity forced Mello to jerk sideways and reach out for the wall to avoid falling. Matt reached out, grabbing Mello's left wrist and jerking it backwards.
Mello yelped as his weight pitched downwards, only to be caught by his wrists from behind -- he'd be surprised that his shoulders weren't permanently injured from it later -- and was gently dropped to his face on the floor. Gently was a relative term. His wrists were still firmly in Matt's grip and all too soon the left wrist was cuffed as well.
Before he could even begin struggling, he was yanked back to his feet, shoved into the bathroom. Another pair of handcuffs secured him to the sink and Matt stepped back to admire his work.
There was cursing, screaming, ranting. Rage bubbled up in Mello and he was very, very pleased with himself when he managed to kick Matt hard on the shin at least once. Even so, there's only so much energy in the human body.
Six hours after the first "I'm going to cut your dick off and rape you with it," Mello was running low on steam. He was breathing heavily, his kicks were weak when they connected, his wrists were sore as hell and his shoulders were throbbing. He was pissed more than anything, but the fear had begun creeping up on him. He had no idea what in all the hells would possess Matt to chain him to the fucking bathroom sink.
He wasn't a criminal, for fuck's sake! They were supposed to be celebrating because they'd caught one!. It just didn't fucking make sense, and the goggles weren't helping one damn bit. Those ugly fucking goggles that hid Matt's eyes, his intentions, were really starting to piss Mello off.
He aimed a kick at Matt's face, snarled when his leg was simply batted away. He'd tried everything he could think of to get out of the handcuffs, every damn trick he knew, but Matt had anticipated that. Matt had anticipated everything and Mello had expected nothing. The locks weren't even pickable because Matt had filled them with a sort of gel that would remain solid until a mild acid was poured over it.
Mello found a fresh burst of energy when Matt finally came close, released the pair of handcuffs that secured him to the sink. He thrashed, actually managed to knock Matt aside with a head butt and nearly gained his feet again.
Nearly, because he wound up falling onto the toilet butt first, breathing heavily and glaring down at Matt. He may have gotten a fresh burst of energy, but it didn't last long and he was left waiting for Matt to make his move. "I'm gonna fucking kill you," Mello snarled.
"And here I was hoping you'd calmed down enough," Matt said lightly, rubbing the side of his head where he'd been hit as he rose to his feet with a quiet sigh. "We'll just have to do this the hard way."
The next kick was aimed for Matt's groin and deflected effortlessly as Matt approached. He grabbed Mello under the armpits, dragged him to his feet and pulled the protesting blond from the bathroom.
There was a snarl when Mello was thrown onto one of the beds and a loud curse when he rolled himself right off again, landing uncomfortably on the floor. It was, however, better than the bed. He was now laying between the two twin beds the hotel room sported, which was a surprisingly defendable position when you only had your legs to fight with.
It took another ten minutes for Matt to catch him by the ankles and drag him back onto the bed. Still, he wouldn't give up, squirming when he was pinned down, when Matt laid his body over Mello's, forcing his legs open and simply laying there.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Mello snapped angrily, squirming as much as he could, considering the position, and blushing darkly when he realized just how turned on Matt was. "You fucking perv! Fucking let me go!"
"No," Matt replied lightly, smirking as he watched the transition on Mello's face. He reached up to grab his hair before he leaned in to take a soft kiss, yanking on the hair when Mello tried to bite him.
"Fucking going to kill you," Mello snarled, shifting his arms beneath him into the closest thing to comfortable that he could find. He was aching in all sorts of places, furious and vaguely embarrassed. A little fear was in the mix, but he wouldn't admit it. He and Matt had agreed to try bondage, but they'd never agreed that Mello would be the one bound or, in fact, that it would be done with so little warning.
"I'm sure you want to. Now," Matt chuckled, grinding his hips against Mello's and taking great pleasure in the hiss he received in reply. With his hand firmly gripping Mello's hair, he leaned down to take another soft kiss, pressing a few more along Mello's face, down to his ear. He nipped the lobe, tugged on it gently and smirked in satisfaction as he felt Mello shifting uncomfortably. "You're going to call me master before I let you come."
"Like fuck I am!" Mello exploded, nearly managing to throw Matt off of him with the strength that little tidbit had given him. Nearly wasn't quite enough and he found himself pinned again, snarling and putting his feet on Matt's hips, trying to push him away with what little strength he had left. There was going to be hell to fucking pay when this was over.
As angry as he was, there was nothing Mello could do about the fact that Matt knew his body exceptionally well. Including those weak spots that could have Mello hard and willing in less than sixty seconds under normal circumstances. These weren't quite that, but those spots were still damned effective and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Not with his arms pinned behind his back, Matt between his legs, holding him to the bed. It was far more erotic than he would have liked and despite his anger, his fury, his frustration, the little bites to his nipples had him hardening. "You are so fucking dead," he hissed.
It was a full hour before Mello succumbed, before his legs slid down from where they'd been trying to push Matt away. Before his attention shifted from escape to the painful arousal that had slowly grown, overtaken him without his consent. He was hard beneath the leather pants that were still miraculously intact. There were hickies all over his chest, Matt's hands hand been sliding over his bare flesh, leaving little scratch marks here and there.
He was disgusted, still furious, but a little too aroused to take himself seriously. A little too tired, too. So, when Matt pulled away and began unfastening his pants, he didn't struggle, though he was glaring furiously. He couldn't even keep that up when Matt knelt between his legs, gave his erection a slow, lazy lick.
"Now be good and stay still," Matt all but purred as he slid off the bed, pulling his own clothing off until they were both naked as they day they were born.
It wasn't the first time that Mello noticed the differences in their bodies. Matt was built solidly, almost large for his frame. His waist measurement was the same as his hips, his shoulders, making him one lean line straight down. The muscles were obvious even in the room's dim lighting, and Matt had finally pulled away those goggles so that Mello could read the expression within them.
Mello slid his legs closed just to spite him, glaring up into those deep brown eyes with a scowl.
"So defiant," Matt sighed, but he was smiling as he forced Mello's legs apart, slipped down between them so he was once again pinning the blonde to the bed.
The differences in their bodies was once again evident to Mello. He had more curves than Matt, though his waist was only slightly more narrow than his hips and shoulders. His muscles were also less defined. He didn't have the washboard abs and though you could clearly see the lines running from his ribs to his hips, there were no lines crossing them. He was, he supposed, the more feminine of the two, but that didn't mean he was going to surrender in such a rediculous situation.
The stars were winking down at the city below as, eight hours in, Matt's quest to dominate Mello began in earnest.
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A/N: Yay! My writer's block has disappeared! Yaaaay!!!
Anon: Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed my stories, but I'm afraid I'm having a little trouble understanding the criticism. If you leave another review, could you explain just what it is that makes Mello come off as pathetic and Matt as cruel? If it's the BDSM relationship they have, that's in the process of being explained with this flashback chapter, but I'd be happy to explain my reasoning behind the characterization if you'd give me more specifics. ^_^ (Though in all honesty, I am making Matt a bit cruel intentionally. If you've read Truth and Justice, then you understand what will eventually happen and because of that, I'm leaving in a few things here and there that Mello will reflect on later, either in this chapter or the sequel to this story. Mello will need some things to look back on, to justify what he'll have to do in the future.)