Dirty Mind

AN: Funny 'I' should write a yaoi fic to a song called Dirty Mind (by Halestorm)… Sometimes I think that's all I possess. *shrugs* This is fic two in the Perfectly Wrong Terribly Right series, I added this song the second I heard it. And I was working on another oneshot called 'One Night Stand' but DM just wouldn't leave my thoughts alone. At all. (I started this two days before Mello's last birthday.... wow that was a while ago)

I always wanted to write a fic like this. ^_^ It's my first attempt so I'm not really sure how well/horrible I did.

"Dirty Mind"

Mello snarled at the man that stood beside him and was entirely too frustrated to find it amusing how the man backed away and muttered something about getting more chocolate for him.

Mello was tired, bored, annoyed and oh so frustrated.

Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks since he had been home. Stupid bastards he had working for him had messed up on a grand scale and he had to fix their mess before he lost the race to Kira.

Was it so hard to follow a set of written instructions? Did they have problems understanding how to read?

To say that Mello had not been happy would have been an understatement. And that had been days ago. He was beyond unhappy now. And when it came to the idiots that surrounded him at the moment, he seemed lost for words.

Two large men in suits flinched as he walked by which made him sneer. They had no guts and no brains. They were completely useless....

Mello entered his temporary room and flopped gracelessly onto the bed and kicked off his boots as an afterthought. He draped an arm across his eyes with a sigh. He was so damn tired but couldn't seem to sleep despite that.

He had been awake for entirely too long; he had lost count days ago... He was going to end up shooting everyone soon if something good didn't happen, and fast.

He rolled onto his side he let out a large breath. Why did things always have to go wrong when he was so close to reaching his goals?

As he slide an arm underneath his pillow his fingers hit something hard which he then grasped and pulled out into view. It was his cell phone. Out of boredom he checked to see if he had any missed calls and was rather annoyed that there were none.

He found himself suddenly restless and turned onto his back while his eyes stayed locked onto the contacts list. The only number that mattered at the moment was the one under 'M2'.

Mello smirked deviously; perhaps he had found a way to relax after all.

He pressed speed dial, which was only connected to one number, and pressed the phone to his hear. There was a small click and the sound of gunshots and horribly fake sounding screams.

"Mello?"

Mello felt a shiver slide down his spine at the deep husky tone of voice only Matt could seem to manage.

"Still managing to play your games and watch the surveillance?" He asked, though it wasn't what he wanted to say. "You know I can multitask. Shit!" he heard Matt grumble in slight annoyance and it seemed to contradict his previous statement.

The redhead's voice stirred something inside Mello and the room was suddenly a lot warmer. He needed to hear more of Matt's voice.

"What did you do now?" his voice was steady despite the way his fingers trembled as he unzipped his leather vest.

"I forgot about my cigarette. Probably would have burnt myself if not for my gloves."

Mello closed his eyes and could feel the gloved hands that slid down his chest, toying with the zipper at the end of his vest. For some people their mind was their greatest weakness, for Mello, it was his greatest asset.

He heard as Matt sighed and set about lighting another cigarette, he could almost smell the smoke. Could see him sitting there, wearing those ridiculous stripes; game controller in his lap and hands messing with the near empty cigarette pack. It was more than enough for Mello.

His breath hitched slightly and he moaned almost silently at the cool air that hit his newly formed erection. He could see Matt smirking as his long fingers came to wrap around and stroke him. But it was not enough.

Not nearly enough.

Mello carefully slid the leather down his hips and when it was far enough down, was able to kick the pants to the floor. The sheets felt smooth against his skin but all he wanted was the rough and calloused palms of Matt's hands.

He removed his vest with the same amount of effort and arched slightly as he moved his hands across his chest. Matt was mostly silent except for the few curses or happy expletives as he played his game, but Matt was never much of a talker when on the phone.

His leather gloves were tugged off and sent them over the edge of the bed to land somewhere on the floor.

Mello closed his eyes and pictured Matt above him, running his hands all over his body, and his breath hitched as he pinched his nipples. It was generally an irritating thing for Matt to ignore him while on the phone, but perhaps, but this once, it was alright.

Hands roamed lower and stoked at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh.

"Was that all you wanted to call me for?" Matt's voice had a rather amused tone to it, breathless and amused. Mello didn't have it in him to feel embarrassed at being caught. Though it did make him wonder just how long Matt had known...

"I can work with that. Are your gloves off?" Mello made a small affirmative noise and heard Matt's stifled laughter.

"Good, make sure to get your fingers nice and wet." his cock twitched at the husky sound that filled his ears and Mello was reminded just how little he heard of Matt's voice. Perhaps it was why he always got aroused at the most inappropriate of times when hearing it.

And despite the obvious order, and even more obvious meaning, he stuck three fingers in his mouth and sucked gently on them, the noise loud in the silent room. He knew Matt could hear him and it brought a delicious flush to his already heated skin.

"I know how you like your inner thigh to be touched, but move your hand. I want you to stroke yourself." Matt told him and his voice seemed to be hotwired to his brain as he automatically removed his hand from that spot and wrapped it around his strained erection.

He gasped quietly around his fingers at the jolt of pleasure the action brought him.

"Prepare yourself, and don't hold back. I want to hear you." Matt made him feel so damn dirty at that moment, and yet it only seemed to heighten the experience. He spread his legs, the sheets beneath him no longer cool as they warmed under him, and gently probed his entrance with a single finger.

"Don't stall, you know you enjoy it." and Matt might have added something like 'you fucking whore' to the end of it but he had plunged two fingers inside of himself and had become rather distracted.

"Fuck!" he moaned and bit his lip.

"Move them, Mello." his name sounded like a sin coming from Matt and he couldn't help but want him to say it over and over.

He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion and before Matt could prompt him, added the third. He drew his legs up for easier access and quickened his motions as he searched for the spot inside him that would have him coming in minutes.

"Come on Mello, you're taking too long. This isn't like you, can't you keep up? I would have found it by now." Matt taunted, and Mello supposed it was his own fault for having started it. Though how Matt knew exactly what he was doing surprised him a little. Was he that predictable?

He bit back a moan as he brushed against his prostate, though from the soft laugh on Matt's side he hadn't been quiet enough.

"Finish it. Hard and fast, just like always." Matt told him roughly and Mello couldn't do anything other than obey. He ran his sweaty palm up the length of his penis as he fingered himself and didn't care about how loud he sounded.

He had earned it.

Mello's heart raced in his chest and the room felt so damn warm, his body sticky with sweat. He stroked himself harder, like Matt had requested, and brushed his thumb against the tip as his hand slid back down and sucked in a breath harshly at the sensation.

He was so damn close-

"Scream for me." Matt whispered.

-and he couldn't hold back any longer at the sound of Matt's voice.

"Matt!" he yelled as his back arched away from the bed. His orgasm ripped through him for long moments it left him breathless, but he was completely sated for once. Mello, through his foggy mind, heard a small groan on the other line but couldn't seem to connect it with anything the redhead might have been doing.

A minute of silence passed and Mello's eyes were half lidded, and he wasn't quite sure why he was fighting to stay awake.

"See you when you get back here. Oh and Mello?" the blonde was sleepy at that point, and wanted nothing more than for the call to end. But he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed calling the redhead... immensely.

"What?" he mumbled half into the phone and half into the pillow.

"Next time you do something like this, I want to watch you." the dial tone rang loudly in his ears and Mello couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. Matt was such a pervert sometimes.

-End-

AN: I love Mello's last line considering it was him who was being naughty.

Heheh. And really, the song is the only reason I even got it into my brain to write a fic about phone smex. I blame it completely. (mainly because I didn't think I could ever write one and then BAM came my DN obsession full force and oh look Mello calling Matt for something like that didn't seem all that impossible....)

I think I did a horrible job..... but considering I never thought I could even attempt this kinds of fic.... I'm somewhat pleased. Its not my best though…

type in 'Dirty Mind - Halestorm' (or even under google) and you can find it.

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HALESTORM - Dirty Mind lyrics

I just called to hear you breathe
Whisper in my ear
Tell me everything i need to hear
It seems like the love we make
Is just as good when you're away
Things you say i can feel

I don't need to have you here
To feel you crashing into me
I'm better off this way
Not hearing me complain
And i don't need to taste your lips
I've satisfied my appetite
Me and my dirty mind
Been working overtime

I hear your voice on the phone
Imagine what you're wearing
To do something right gotta do it myself, yeah.
You left me here all alone
I take matters into my own hands
I just might burn in hell, yeah.

I don't need to have you here
To feel you crashing into me
I'm better off this way
Not hearing me complain
And i don't need to taste your lips
I've satisfied my appetite
Me and my dirty mind
Been working overtime

Can you keep up? is that all you got?
You're wasting all my precious time
Don't need your permission
Tell me the mission, that i raise you to
The finish line

I don't need to have you here
To feel you crashing into me
I'm better off this way
Not hearing me complain
And i don't need to taste your lips
I've satisfied my appetite
Me and my dirty mind
Been working overtime
Working overtime...