Holic

“And that’s what we’re gonna do,” Mello finished, leaning back in his chair.

It creaked.

Matt flipped his PSP over and over in his gloved hands, just to give them something to do. Mello had insisted that his partner-in-crime (as it were) kept the device OFF while he explained the abduction plan. The redhead thought he probably would have concentrated better if he’d been allowed his games, but knew that telling Mello that would be pointless, as well as dangerous. Reasoning with someone whose primary method of negotiation was a .44 magnum Desert Eagle was generally an unsafe practice.

He regarded Mello coolly through his yellow-tinted goggles for a moment, one eyebrow threatening to twitch in an instigating fashion, before he stood.

“Mello,” he said.

Mello looked up.

In his direct line of sight across the wobbly table, Matt’s pants failed to conceal a rather obvious bulge. Mello raised an eyebrow and raked his eyes up to meet Matt’s.

“What the hell, Matt?’ He asked, although it was more of a statement than a question, with a little growl in his voice, a commentary on the situation. Matt had to agree, the situation was pretty ‘what the hell’.

There was a pretty big chance that they’d die, trying to catch Kira and outfox Near. L probably would have calculated a percent probability that they’d die. As for Matt, he couldn’t be fucking bothered.

The thought of imminent death brought on feelings of… not fear, but more like restlessness. There was stuff he wanted to do first, like beat the latest in his collection of handheld games and spell out “MATT. IS. THE. KING. OF. THIS. GAME.” using the ‘type in your name’ bit for the first 7 high scores on a standing console at the arcade and…

And.

He adjusted himself in his pants, quite obviously, and before he could stop himself, his fingers were dancing lightly around the outlines of his erection as it pressed insistently against his pants, skirting the curves and feathering over the crown just under the waist of his jeans.

“What are you doing?” the blonde growled, baring his teeth. Did it make Matt a sicko that seeing the feral expression made him harder, made him touch a little more substantially?

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Matt watched the snarl grow. It was like watching Mello bite into a new bare of chocolate. He’d grin and show his teeth and crunch into it like a predator at the kill, the first bite always the best, always dramatic.

Mello always did have something of a dramatic personality. More so than Near or L or even he, himself ever had.

“Okay, asshole, I know WHAT you’re doing, but not WHY.” In response, Matt gave him that instigating look he’d prevented before. He suspected Mello knew EXACTLY why.

“I see,” the blonde said, standing as well. The two faced off across the old table.

“Why should I?” Mello demanded, the snarl widening across his face, and Matt liked the way it stretched the scar tissue, showed off his manic side.

Matt shrugged. He didn’t have a convincing answer, but with Mello, it would probably work better that way anyhow. He suffered Mello’s calculating stare, one that sized him up and broke him down and analyzed each component… or maybe devoured it.

‘Analysis’ was too clinical a term for Mello, in Matt’s eyes. Mello… was more of a beast.

After what seemed like forever, the blonde let his shoulders sag in a little shrug and wandered over to the couch, shedding his vest, belt, boots, pants, and finally his gloves along the way, each falling into a tail of rumpled disorder behind him. His crucifix hung down as he braced himself on the arm of the sofa and looked over his shoulder at Matt, his legs spread and his eyes expectant.

“Do your worst,” he said, and at first his face was deadpan, uncaring, but then it broke into a smirk that showed his canines, and Matt’s cock jumped in his pants. Mello turned his eyes back to the couch, waiting, while Matt looked hurriedly from side to side, until his eyes fell on something WICKED. Something PERFECT.

He snatched the bottle of chocolate sauce from the corner of the table and carried it back to the table, shrugging out of his vest. He chucked the bottle onto the sofa and it bounced on the cushions but Mello didn’t shift to look at it. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be listening to Matt’s movement in the room.

The redhead smiled a little as he shed the rest of his clothes carelessly and kicked them aside along with Mello’s discarded leathers.

This was going to get messy.

He uncapped the sauce and let it drizzle and then puddle on his fingers.

‘Doesn’t this just seem RIGHT, Mello?’ he thought as he smeared it over the blonde’s entrance. The smell of chocolate became heady, heavy in the air, and Mello chuckled, deep, soft. Matt circled the other’s puckered hole, pressing slightly harder with each go-round, then dipped just the tip of his finger in, withdrew, in again, out, in to the second knuckle, out, in shallowly, out, circle, tease, touch, stroke, thrust deep as his finger could go, and soon two, as his free hand groped for the bottle.

He found it and upended it over the small of Mello’s back, forming a cool chocolate pool, and Mello shuddered as the cold sauce spread on his skin, even as Matt’s fingers scissored and twisted within him. He dragged his free hand through the puddle, smearing chocolate over Mello’s lower back as he slid his hand to grip a bony hip. He worked a third finger in and Mello’s breath came short and heavy. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and Mello made a little “Mmmh” noise. Matt could hear the smirk, could almost taste it in the air.

Matt gripped the blonde’s hips with both hands, and Mello relaxed his muscles, preparing himself for what was to come. Matt spread Mello’s cheeks, kneaded them, the chocolate sauce making his hands slide slickly all over in a way that made Mello push his hips towards the touch.

Matt licked a hot stripe up Mello’s crevice and felt the electric shudder jump through Mello’s body. Matt wasted no time, tonguing the entrance earnestly, pushing the muscle in to taste chocolate and Mello. Somehow, licking the chocolate off of him, out of him, felt right.

It resonated.

It was good.

He slid his chocolate-covered hands to wrap around the blonde’s cock, promising himself he’d willingly bottom for Mello later if that’s what the other wanted in return for submitting like this, for allowing himself to be opened up like this. It was new, it was something else. And really, Matt didn’t have much else to offer the blonde. He was already offering up his life by implication, after all.

With both hands sliding wetly over Mello’s cock, closing it between them, one fisting, one rubbing the head, both fisting, both slipping up and down the sides, and his tongue opening up the twitching hole, Matt could feel every shiver, every shudder, and every moan. Mello growled and his toes curled into the floor, his hands gripping the couch in a punishing grip.

That was Matt’s cue.

He pulled back and coated his long-neglected erection in the chocolate and thrust in, never stopping in the slow onslaught until he was fully seated. Mello groaned through it, and Matt couldn’t tell if it was in pain or pleasure, or even both. Hell, with Mello, one could be the same as the other. Matt could never really be sure.

Mello took a deep breath, released it, relaxed his muscles consciously, then tensed again, tentatively, as if feeling Matt out, relaxed again and ground his hips back. He was looking for more sensation, more pleasure, and huffed and grunted as he surrendered to grinding helplessly.

Matt pulled back quickly and plunged back in, hard, fast, and Mello groaned long and deep. A few more snaps of his hips like that, and Mello was panting loudly, each exhale a short little moan. He slipped his slick hands up Mello’s ribs to rub at his nipples, just to see what kinds of noises the blonde would make.

He was not disappointed.

It was somewhere between a snarl and a groan, or maybe one becoming the other, before Mello bucked back and demanded that Matt move harder, faster, more, more, more, more.

“Matt, FUCK ME!” he shouted, pushing his hips back to meet Matt’s thrusts. “Come on!” He spread his legs wider, inviting the redhead closer. This shift in contact caused an electric jolt in Mello and his back spasmed and his eyes rolled back as Matt’s cock came into direct contact with that special little nub within him. “Oh, YES!” the blonde screamed, before commanding Matt to do that again.

It was hot, it was tight, and Matt wondered briefly if Mello had done this before. It didn’t matter at this point, though. What mattered was each little twitch of pleasure that jumped through Mello’s nerves and clenched Matt’s cock beautifully, perfectly, deliciously.

Mello’s walls were tightening and his moans were rising in pitch and volume, and Matt knew he was close. He reached around to wrap a chocolaty hand around Mello’s dripping erection, and jerked him just as hard and fast as he was fucking him. The room rang with obscene slick sounds, and the slapping of skin, and Mello’s keening and moaning, and Matt’s grunts of exertion. Mello was being pushed into the sofa’s arm with the force of Matt’s thrusts, and he was shouting obscenities, filthy, filthy curses as he got closer and closer. Matt’s growl was elevating in volume.

“Mello, look at me,” he said, his voice sex-rough. The blonde looked over his shoulder at the redhead, showing him the scarred side of his face. His jaw was slack and his eyes were glazed, but his expression was still hard, still raw.

That’s what it took. Matt worked his hand furiously over Mello’s length, and Mello almost looked surprised as he jerked and came, his body spasming violently, back arching, head whipping from side to side as he shot all over Matt’s hand, his cum mixing with chocolate. That seemed right, too.

He came and came, over himself and the floor and the arm of the sofa, screaming hoarsely. Matt almost sobbed with pleasure as Mello’s walls tightened, fluttered, clenched around him, and he twitched through his own orgasm, filling Mello with a hot rush of his release. He groaned Mello’s name, and hugged to his back chocolate smearing his chest and lower belly as he humped against Mello through what was probably the most powerful orgasm of his life.

Finally, he withdrew, and watched as cum and chocolate leaked from Mello’s hole, even as the blonde shook and panted, obviously fighting to just stay standing. Finally, he turned, and leaned back against the couch, holding himself upright with trembling arms.

The look on his face was wild, ferocious, and he watched as Matt licked the cum and chocolate mixture from between his fingers. The blonde smirked.

“Come on, we need a shower.”

Matt had to agree. The chocolate was drying and it was sticky all over, where their sweat wasn’t bearing heavily on their skin.

Even after a shower, the smell of chocolate clung to their bodies, and Matt decided that he could face death with the sweet scent still lingering, the memory of this night soaked into their very skins.