Tea Party

Suggested Listening: Tea Party by Kerli

~Tea Party~

Matt's day had started out normal enough, with the usual wake up at an ungodly hour of the morning, which meant at anytime before noon, the ever-present hacking and surveillance work for his blonde partner in crime, and fetching chocolate before Mello blew a gasket.

However there was something off about the blonde that morning. It was noticeable in the way he paced the room, different in how he usually stomped, and muttered to himself quietly where he was usually rather loud and demanding.

Matt saw his gaming time dwindle right before his eyes.

And ten minutes later, after Matt had finally noticed Mello's pacing, the blonde stopped short and abruptly turned to face him. "Matt, we are going to a Tea Party today." he told him seriously.

Matt blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly. "A Tea Party?" he asked.

"Are you deaf? Yes, a fucking tea party." Mello snarled. Despite the slight concern, more so than usual, for his friend's apparent dwindling sanity, Matt decided that it was just simply easier to agree with the irate blonde and nod silently. So when Mello herded them out of the apartment hardly two hours later, after making a few phone calls to god knows who, Matt was more than apprehensive.

The drive there was filled with Mello weaving them in-between cars and racing trucks that could have squashed them in an instant. To say that Matt hated when he had to get on Mello's motorbike would have been an understatement.

When they finally arrived at the place, after Matt found out it was all to monitor the suspected second Kira Misa Amane who had dragged her husband along, Matt was even less thrilled when he found out they had to dress up as different Alice in Wonderland characters...

Though he supposed getting the Mad Hatter wasn't too bad considering Mello had to dress as Alice. He would have laughed had it not been for the evil glare the blonde sent at anyone who so much as glanced at him. Though Matt secretly though the blonde deserved it for dragging them to such an event that could have been observed from their apartment.

They were ushered into an outside garden that looked similar to the one from Alice in Wonderland, though with enough originality that it wasn't an exact replica.

Matt didn't really pay too much attention to the whole proceedings, he really hoped he wasn't expected to say something as the Hatter, and instead watched Mello as he sipped at his tea with a scowl. His own tea taste a little strange, much too sweet, but he thought nothing of it as he had never been partial to sweet things.

Which made the Tea Party all the worse with all of its cakes, cookies, sauces and bowls of sugar cubes that littered the table. He watched as all of them conversed and attempted to quote lines from the films and whatnot.

Honestly, people actually paid for that sort of thing?

Matt rose an eyebrow at a pair that got closer and closer but didn't continue to look on as he began to grow uncomfortable. And not just over the uncalled for display in front of him. He felt himself getting hard, his slacks tightening unpleasantly, but couldn't fathom a reason for it.

The longer he sat the more uncomfortable he became, but the more rowdy the other Tea Party goers did as well. It had seemed, he reasoned, that someone had thought it would be hilarious to drug the tea and soon it became apparent that it was a mix of some sort of aphrodisiac and something else as some of the people there appeared almost drunk or stoned.

Matt could just see the day ending in disaster after that.

He felt very warm, too warm in fact; especially when he looked at Mello, who was glaring at everyone. Mello had a dark blush across his cheeks and the not so subtle shifting in his seat drew attention to the hands resting over a very noticeable bulge in the front of the light blue apron covered dress.

Matt tore his gaze from the blonde as the dormouse dressed person kissed along the shell of his ear. He shivered at the contact but pulled away. He watched as Misa's husband ran a hand across one of her slender legs as she straddled him, her outfit amusingly enough that of the white rabbit. He shuddered as he caught way too much in the way of skin being shown between them. All around him was an orgy and damned if Matt didn't feel like getting to join in.

Matt smirked lazily as he stood up and walked over to Mello and pulled him into a kiss, where the surprised blonde could only moan into. He carefully pushed the chair back and away from the table as he moved his fingers across the blonde's jaw.

"Matt we can't do this, we're supposed to be watching Amane!" Mello growled as he pulled away. Matt chuckled.

"If you want to watch Amane get it on with her husband that's fine by me but your attention won't stay there for long." Matt mumbled against his scarred cheek as he inched and slid his hands along the smooth skin underneath the skirt. Mello's eyelids fluttered shut and he moaned and didn't protest as Matt pushed the shirt up past his thighs to pool around his waist.

Matt smirked suddenly at the sight of the laced panties the blonde had been forced to wear with the dress. He took a gloved hand and stroked the bulge covered by the soft white material and was pleased by the sounds Mello made in response. He stroked harder and was satisfied by the slight wetness the material was beginning to show; precum already forming and dirtying the panties from the light touching.

Though teasing the blonde was amusing, it wasn't what Matt wanted. He gently tugged the panties down Mello's hips, the blonde using the arms of the chair to lift himself in aid, and his eyes slid hungrily over Mello's erection as it was brought into view.

He leaned down and kissed the head, Mello shuddering beneath him, before he pulled Mello close to him causing the blonde to remove himself from the chair. Matt nibbled on the blondes rose colored lips before sucking the bottom one into his mouth and watching Mello's blue eyes fill with lust.

Mello groaned as Matt ground into him; holding the blonde in place by the hands squeezing his uncovered ass, he worked their hips together until Mello's breaths were ragged and shuddering, a sign that he was close.

With a sharp tug he let go of Mello's abused lip and forced him to kneel on the grass. "Mmm... I want you over that chair." Matt told the blonde with a smirk, and when it appeared there would be no compliance he grabbed those slim wrists and pinned them to the chair's seat, Mello's face being left to crush against the cushion none too gently as Matt shifted his body accordingly.

There was a muffled curse but he held fast until the struggling had stopped and he was assured the blonde would stay put.

Matt pushed the dresses fallen material to Mello's upper back and drank in the sight of the nakedness it exposed; the slender hips and perfectly curved ass... He licked across the small of Mello's back and watched as the blonde squirmed and hesitantly pleaded, in not so many words, for Matt to hurry up.

He barely took time to slick his glove covered fingers before he was forcing them into the blonde and watching Mello arch and moan in pain at the aggressive intrusion. His dick twitched in response and he dipped his head to suck gently at the flesh covering Mello's hip.

"Matt you f-fucker!" he moaned and Matt trailed his eyes upwards to see that Mello had halfway shoved his face into the cushion to muffle his cries; fingers digging into the fine wood of the arm rests, arms strained.

He added another finger, three in total, and felt the blonde tense at the final digit but despite that he never once stopped in his motions. His other hand trailed lazily over the hip he wasn't molesting with his tongue and across the sensitive skin of Mello's inner thigh and even beyond that to cup his balls in his hand. The blonde's breath hitched pleasantly as he stroked the leathery flesh not so gently with his fingers.

"Matt!" he felt the tremor as it went through the blonde's body and gave the thoroughly marked hip a small nip, Mello hissing in reply, before he removed his fingers from Mello's ass.

He discarded the stained glove and reveled at the feeling of the blonde's flesh under his fingertips and the way gooseflesh pimpled up beneath his touch. His body was far too hot, and the adrenaline coursing though his veins told him to simply impale the blonde, Mello's pleasure be damned. But he had no wish to actually harm his friend. His eyes scanned the table, hand never once leaving Mello's balls, until he found something that had him grinning. Oh that would definitely do.

Matt reached across the table to grab the small open container and slathered his erect penis in the chocolate sauce, set aside for something or another, and once adequately covered nudged Mello with the head to let him know what he was doing in advance. He felt the blonde stiffen as he rolled his hips foreword and breached the clenching muscles of Mello's body and despite the muffled scream the blonde let out, felt almost overwhelmed by the pleasure the inferno like body offered to him.

He leaned over the blonde and kissed his way to Mello's cheek, wherein the blonde turned his head towards him allowing him to claim his lips despite the slightly odd angle. He pressed further into Mello, moving his fingers away from his balls to stroke the sides of his penis instead. Mello growled into his mouth and Matt couldn't help the smirk that formed as Mello bucked against him harshly. He shoved his tongue into the blonde's mouth and sighed hungrily as he was eagerly met with Mello's own wet muscle.

Matt gave no longer for the blonde to adjust before he pulled out and slammed back into him aiming for something deeper than before. The kiss was broken as Mello panted out some swear and his fingers left the arm rest to wind themselves around the slated back of the chair instead.

Matt loved the slight sheen of sweat that covered their bodies and the partly muffled sounds Mello was making as he was fucked.

The soft fabric of the dress slid along Mello's back as the movements caused the mass amounts of cloth to shift off the chair and to the ground.

Mello was so hot and constricting and oh so fucking good feeling that Matt knew he simply couldn't hold out much longer and let his fingers do as they wished to Mello's dick. Mello rocked back against him frantically, harshly, impaling himself on Matt and when Mello found his orgasm and clenched around him, Matt could only thrust a few more times before his semen filled up the blonde's body cavern and oozed out the edges as they collapsed in a heap across the chair.

He felt Mello's chest rise and fall rapidly from his position draped across his back and Matt knew his own breathing was just as labored and raspy, though it had slowed somewhat in the moments after release.

Matt groaned as he moved, his softened dick already hardening again thanks to whatever the hell had been placed in that tea. Mello was still soft, under his fingers, however Matt wasn't about to simply be in distress alone. He nudged Mello, listening to him hiss, and fingered the tip of his penis.

"What the hell are you doing? Fuck, why is it so easy to get hard after that?" the blonde moaned in displeasure, though Matt knew it wasn't because of what his hand was doing.

"Stop damn it!" Mello muttered. Matt rose an eyebrow, that the blonde couldn't see, but stopped gently thrusting into him with his newly formed erection.

"You sure you want me to stop?" he whispered by the blonde's ear. He sucked on the lobe and felt Mello shudder beneath him.

"Yes!" Mello bit out. Matt sighed but removed his hand in favor of pulling out and away from the blonde, who moaned at the sudden loss. He leaned across the sweaty flesh and forced Mello to look at him, green boring into blue.

"I want you to tell me to continue. I want you to tell me what you want." he licked the moist lips and leaned away from Mello just as his eyes had darkened further with lust.

The blondes eye's had narrowed but he had stubbornly pursed his lips together in silence. Matt waited until Mello had tensed further and released his grip on the chair before he pushed him to the ground and kissed him hard, teeth and tongue forcing the air from their lungs in an action that left them gasping and their chests burning long after the kiss had ended. He kept his expression neutral as he moved into a standing position, carefully averting his eyes from the other couples engaging in sexual acts around them.

He seated himself in a chair close to Mello while the blonde watched him.

"Get over here Matt." Mello commanded. Matt cocked his head to the side.

"Did you forget that you didn't want it?" he was almost painfully hard at that point and decided it couldn't hurt to touch himself a little. There wasn't anything Mello would or could do from his current position.

His eyes became slightly hooded as euphoria flooded his veins at the soft, slow caresses his bare fingers gave himself. He was aware of Mello's almost furious look and made sure to spread his legs further in the chair for Mello to see and watched with dark amusement as Mello bit his lip unconsciously at the show.

"Matt-"

"Say it Mello." he taunted, knowing that the blonde needed release far too much not to oblige.

"Fuck you!" Mello swore. Matt simply sat on the chair, stroking himself, as the blonde watched him from the ground. The dress was pooled around the blonde's waist and chest, fanned out as though it had been made not to cover anything lower. His strained erection shown proudly, the head leaking precum that glistened under the bright lights.

"Fuck you..." Mello said weakly.

"Mmmm." Matt moaned as he let his fingers pleasure himself, he could easily get himself off simply at watching Mello lie there on the ground looking sex mused and so much like a whore in that dress.

Mello's fingers dug into the grass and he growled at him. "I want you to fuck me. I want... I want your penis inside me- there are you fucking happy?!" Mello snarled at the end, his cheeks stained a darker pink, this time not simply from the drugs that raged in his system.

Matt grinned and removed his hand from its position on his dick as he swooped down from his seated position to kneel in front of the prone blonde. Mello let out a slightly stifled sound of surprise as his legs were grabbed and forced over Matt's shoulders and he was bent in a way Matt was sure he never imagined he could be; and Matt thrust into him, striking his pleasure spot from experience that had only occurred minuets before.

"Ahh!" Mello's head was tossed back and his fingers dug into Matt's shoulders rather than the grass and Matt loved the way the heals of Mello's feet dug into his back as he pounded harshly into the blonde's abused orifice.

His hands pressed into the blonde's soft hips and he pushed them as close as their bodies would allow, skin hitting skin with a smacking sound as their breaths were lost in the sea of noise around them. Mello's hands found his hair and yanked him down until their lips touched. Matt grinned as Mello tried to hide his softly muttered 'Matt! Oh god Matt, harder!' in-between their lips and failed as it slipped out anyway.

A soft ringing sound echoed in the background but he ignored it as Mello's hands trailed down his back and black painted nails scratched at him, drew blood from him.

He sucked on the hollow of Mello's neck and loved the groan he was rewarded with.

The ringing grew louder and harder to ignore and yet no one around them seemed to hear it. He shut his eyes as he buried himself into Mello a few more times, harder, sloppier, as his orgasm built in the pit of his stomach.

He was so fucking close...

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"Matt wake the fuck up, stop moaning and turn your phone's alarm off for fucks sake!" Mello shouted at him and Matt searched blurrily for the offending ring that had woken the blonde, and in turn himself. He yawned and winced slightly at the strained bulge in his boxers. That had to have been the best damn dream of his life and Mello had gone and ruined it.

Funny how Mello was also the reason for his current erection too.

"What the hell was so good about what you were dreaming that you ignored your alarm?" Mello glared at him, hands on his hips, as he stood there in his boxer clad glory with sleep mused hair that stuck out at odd angles.

Matt debated on what response to give until his eyes latched onto the slight patch of golden hair not quite hidden by the boxers. Fuck it, what did he have to lose?

"I dreamt that we were at a tea party and I fucked you against one of the chairs." Mello's eyebrows shot up and his face was the picture of surprise. Matt removed himself from the bed and stood beside the blonde a moment later, lips brushing against his scarred ear.

"Care to make it a reality?"

Mello shivered and sucked in a tiny breath but leaned closer and Matt knew he had his answer. Who needed dreams when he would have the real thing?

Best fucking day ever.

-end-

AN: OK, i'd really like some feedback on this if possible. I can't write better without help. :)

Erm.... and this was really only a spur of the moment idea. Really. I don't even remember what the hell gave me the thought... not sure I want to remember either, my thought process is rather obscure so I could have been looking at a bottle of water and gone 'hey! Why don't mello and matt go to a tea party and have sex!' yeah.....