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 9: Trickery

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The meal hadn't been too difficult to suffer through, Mello decided, when all was said and done. He'd said nothing as Matt alternated between feeding himself and Mello, ignoring the mild conversation that the bastard had tried to start up. They were both quite aware that there was a time limit on Matt's little game and as far as Mello was concerned, it was the last game Matt was going to have the chance to play with him.

Not only was Mello going to beat the snot out of him, he was going to make sure Matt was punished through more official channels, as well. It was this thought that kept him calm through the humiliating ordeal of lunch, opening his mouth for each bite of food and staying still when Matt wiped a napkin across his face.

Disgusting. This whole thing was disgusting, but he was hungry. When he was full, he simply stuck his nose up at the offered bites of food, turned his head away. "Shove it up your ass," he said conversationally.

Matt's chuckle was lighthearted. "Feeling better, I see. It's a wonder what a meal can do for your disposition, but I’m curious. Are you missing your chocolate yet?"

He knew it was a trick, new it was a tactic to get him interested, to garner cooperation. Chocolate, however, was the one thing he simply could not resist and against his better judgment he turned to glare at Matt.

"So you are," and the grin that spread over Matt's lips had a chill running down Mello's spine. Just what the fuck was that psychotic asshole thinking?

Then he produced a chocolate bar and Mello could have sworn he felt his irises move as his pupils dilated. His hands curled into fists behind his back as temptation was held just out of reach and he forced himself to remain composed.

Matt peeled back the foil almost lovingly, snapped off a bite of chocolate just the way Mello usually did. He leaned close, until the chocolate was scarcely an inch away from the other's lips.

Before he could convince himself that it was a trap, Mello jerked his head forward, snapping his teeth into the chocolate and giving it a firm tug. He was rather proud that he resisted the urge to growl like a dog when the chocolate didn't come free.

A hand slid into Mello's hair, gripping firmly as Matt leaned closer, letting his own grip on the chocolate relax as he pushed it into Mello's mouth with his tongue. He could sense the instant that the chocolate began melting on Mello's tongue, evident by the tension that slid from Mello's shoulders.

Chocolate was a wonderful thing. Too wonderful to be ruined with the taste of blood, so Mello resisted the urge to bite Matt's tongue off as it followed the chocolate into his mouth. The kiss really wasn't so bad, if you ignored the handcuffs and the humiliation of having his head tilted back just a little by that firm grip on his hair.

In fact, it felt pretty damn good to be kissed like that, with chocolate mingling on their tongues, melting into a thick syrup that was spilling from the corners of his mouth. It relaxed him, had him melting like the piece of chocolate, had him forgetting all about those damn handcuffs, if only for a moment.

He was kissing back, smearing the chocolate against Matt's tongue, letting out a sigh as a hand trailed up his side, pressing into those sensitive places that Matt knew so damned well. When the kiss broke, he was left breathless, relaxed in the chair as the little dribbles of chocolate that had escaped were licked up.

"This don't fuckin' change nothing," Mello snarled, but he couldn't quite bring himself to tense up again. The laugh that Matt gave had him scowling softly as a quick kiss was pressed to his lips.

"Of course not," Matt agreed. "You will still call me master before the week is over."

Mello aimed a kick at his head, hissed when Matt deflected it and he was reminded of his injury. "You are so goddamn dead."

"Want some more?" Matt asked, biting off another piece of chocolate.

"Trick fucking question," Mello snarled in reply, tipping his head back a little when Matt came close, lunging at the chocolate again, letting Matt kiss him again.

By the time the chocolate bar was gone, Mello was fully aroused again and rather enjoying the chocolaty kisses, the way the chocolate slipped down his chin, dripped onto his chest for Matt to lick up. It was an underhanded way to go about it, Mello thought, but it was damned effective at making him docile.

Well, relatively docile. He still snapped out angry insults when Matt picked him up bridal-style and carried him to a bed. He was dropped onto the coverlet and kissed into silence, snarling softly as he nipped Matt's lips when the kiss broke. He was determined to make Matt go back on his threats to force Mello into saying master before allowing him to come.

Matt wasn't the only one who knew his enemy's weakness. Mello curled his legs around Matt's hips, pulled him close as they kissed again, as he plunged his tongue into Matt's mouth. He had the distinct impression that he was being humored when he managed to roll them over, lever himself on top of Matt. He trailed nips and kisses down the brunette's neck, used his mouth to open that damned fluffy vest, tugged Matt's shirt up with his teeth until he could find a nipple. He attacked it relentlessly, taking great pleasure in the husky moan Matt let out, in the bulge he could feel pressing against his stomach.

He was in control again. He grinned as he bit down on Matt's nipple, only to drag his tongue over it slowly, chuckling when those hands dug into his hair. He began moving down slowly, stopping at the naval to fuck it roughly with his tongue until Matt's hips bucked upwards. Down a little farther and he was tugging open those pants with his teeth, nudging the fabric aside with his face.

He'd show Matt a thing or two about remaining dominant. As soon as it was free, Mello took all of Matt's erection into his mouth, until his nose was tickled by pubic hair. He could feel the shiver wind its way through Matt's body, pulling back only when he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He let his breath wash over Matt's cock, swallowed to keep from drooling and grinned as his gaze settled on Matt.

"Now why don't you get the lube?" he purred. He was extremely smug when Matt did as he was told, bringing out the lube and sitting up just long enough to squirt a copious amount onto Mello's hands -- which were still handcuffed behind his back. A minor irritation in Mello's book.

Mello went back to the blowjob, one of his fingers already slipping into himself. He had every intention of taking back control, despite the fucking handcuffs and that smug expression on Matt's face. Even so, the finger pressing into him felt damn good and he couldn't hold back the moan he let out around Matt's erection.

When he'd finally gotten himself prepped enough, he pulled away, licking his lips slowly and shuffling forward, grinning down at Matt. "You know you like it better this way," he purred, his hands slathering some of that lube along Matt’s erection. He shifted backwards, grimaced in pleasure as he slowly lowered himself onto it, felt that lovely sensation of being filled to the brim.

As his hips finally pressed down to Matt's he let out a low moan, his cheeks crimson with blush from the pleasure. He grinned lazily, looking down at Matt and relaxing in that position. "Who's the bitch now?" he purred, leaning down to nip at Matt's lips.

"You're forgetting one very important thing," Matt replied, a devious smirk on his lips as his hands settled on Mello's hips. "You can't reach your own cock with your hands behind your back, so you can't come unless I touch you."

"You can't resist me," Mello snapped back, sitting up again and beginning to move his hips. He started the pace hard and fast, breathing heavily as he moved, slamming his hips to Matt's with as much strength as he could. He shuddered when a drop of pre-come slithered down his erection, when Matt reached out a finger to wipe it up, and pressed the same finger to Mello's lips, into his mouth.

Mello was tempted to bite him, but it would be counter-productive at this point. Instead, he sucked on Matt's finger as if it were a much more sensitive part of his anatomy and had the pleasure of watching Matt's eyes slide shut and a moan rise from his throat. He was determined to win.

It was a shame, however, that Mello had underestimated Matt's ability to resist. He sucked on that finger, on the second one that was added a few moments later, grazed his teeth against skin when his tongue was pressed down. It seemed to Mello that this whole thing was lasting forever, that he was rising higher and higher towards orgasm.

It was, however, true that he couldn't come until Matt touched him. Surely it was only a matter of time before he gave in. Several minutes later, the unthinkable happened. Matt pulled the fingers from his mouth, gripped his hips with both hands, and thrust into him roughly.

Mello couldn't help crying out when he felt Matt coming inside him, his back arching at the familiar feeling, his own body shivering from it.

That, however, was not part of the plan. Matt wasn't supposed to satisfy himself and leave Mello sitting there, pre-come leaking from the tip of his cock. After several owlish blinks, Mello's temper got the better of him and he jerked himself down, head butting Matt hard enough to give himself one hell of a headache.

"Asshole!"

"I warned you," was Matt's silky, lazy reply. Despite the headache that was interrupting his happy little afterglow. "Would you like to come?"

"Of course I wanna fucking come!" Did Matt suddenly catch a bad case of Stupid?

"Then say it," Matt jerked his head to the side in time to dodge a second head butt. "No amount of violence is going to convince me to take mercy on you, though the sex was a rather nice present."

Mello was seething, jerking away from Matt and hissing softly when the semen began leaking from him. He was about to reach the floor and find some alternative means to get himself off when Matt grabbed him, yanked him down onto the bed again -- if he'd landed face-first, he would have been able to grind himself against the sheets and get off that way, but luck was not with him.

When he saw how close at hand the ice bucket was, he realized that luck was really, really not with him. "You are so mother fucking god damned DEAD!" Mello snarled, trying valiantly to stay out of the path of ice.

Matt's aim, however, was quite good. Especially when he was sitting on his prey.

Mello had the satisfaction of biting his ass hard enough to have Matt cursing before the ice connected and he was shrieking. He wasn't able to get away so quickly this time, either, and Matt let the ice sit there for a few seconds before he let Mello up.

There was high-pitched cursing and a nasty thud as Mello once again tumbled to the floor. Calmly, Matt gathered up the ice, returned it to the bucket and took it with him as he rounded the bed, pinned Mello face-first to the ground. There was no more threat of orgasm, the ice had seen to that, and it gave Matt the perfect vantage point for his next attack.

He slid three ice cubes into Mello to mingle with his semen. Then, he set the ice aside and pulled Mello to his feet again, pushing him to the bathroom and depositing him unceremoniously in the tub. There was a very convenient washcloth bar in the shower and Matt removed the handcuffs from the sink, using them to chain Mello to that bar.

It was high enough that Mello was forced to remain standing while he was handcuffed. The curtain was drawn in front of him as he snarled insults around the grimaces the melting ice was causing. The bathroom light was turned off and the door shut. Once again, Mello was left alone to fume in misery, this time far enough away from the door to ensure that he wouldn't be able to injure himself again.

Then again, Mello could be pretty creative when he was pissed off.

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A/N: Yet another chapter done! *Does a happy dance* =3 I'm thinking this whole flashback sequence is going to be a pretty big chunk of the story, lol. I'm enjoying it far too much to leave off very much of this. Once again. I know very, very little about BDSM.

Anon: Ah, I see! Well then, it's important to note that, while Mello enjoyed being bottom before Near was imprisoned, there were no real elements of a slave/master relationship. It was little more than rough sex. Only after Near was out of the picture and Mello had become number one did Matt make his move. The finer details of this will be revealed later in the story, though, so you'll just have to wait for any more of an explanation. Suffice to say that Matt has a plan that he's been working on for quite some time.