Mello Bo Peep

AN: This was written for my own lovely Mihael's b-day (Miharu is Haruka's Love Child) and I also got her to write me one for mine. They are only a week apart XD

Suggested Listening: Hold My Hand by New Found Glory

Magic by Emii (this song was so very helpful in writing this..)

~Mello bo Peep~

Mello was livid and absolutely seething as he stood at the back of the stage waiting for the current catastrophe to end so he could get his humiliation over and done with. He was in a dress, a fucking dress, and he was anything but happy. It was far from his choice at being in the frilled contraption, no, if he had his way it would be set on fire and the ashes sprinkled across Roger's favorite office chair.

It was Rogers' fault in the first place.

The old man had ordered the entirety of Wammys House to put on performances of nursery rhymes. Why? Because one genius, and if Mello ever found out who it was he was going to strangle them to death with the white stockings he was currently wearing, had decided it would be hilarious to leave marbles on the floor in front of Roger's office. And while Mello had thought it was funny, Roger nearly breaking his leg, it hadn't been his doing. So he found it entirely unfair that he had to be punished with the, so far silent party, rest of them. And in his opinion, he was being punished far worse than anyone. He was a boy, in a dress.

No self respecting seventeen year old boy would do that on their own. None.

They had all been given a slip of paper, after their names had been drawn out of a hat or something like that, and the second he had read his he had demanded a change. But Roger said everything was final and failure to comply would have severe consequences. He'd had no choice but to do as he was told.

And because of what he knew he would have to wear he hadn't even told Matt what play he was in despite the constant badgering from his friend. That and well.. he hadn't wanted Matt to see him like that.

The dress was a blue and white peasant style dress with a corset waist with printed ribbon trim with an attached apron. Oh and he couldn't forget the damn bonnet, which was sitting irritatingly upon his head, and the shepherds crook, which he currently held.

He had left the room earlier, well before the time needed, just to get away and he had managed to keep away from Matt the rest of the day and into the afternoon. He didn't even know if Matt had already gone on yet as he had stayed backstage the entire time. But as usual things hadn't gone his way for long.

"Hey Mello."

He nearly groaned at the all too familiar voice. He had avoided him for so long only to get caught at the last second.

"Would you hit me if I said you looked good in that?" Matt called out to him from a safe distance away. He turned and glared at the redhead but he froze as he took in Matt's form. He was in a white button up shirt, though the buttons were tiny and almost unnoticeable, with brown slacks and what looked almost like pirate boots; Mello was certain they weren't part of the original costume. And yet Mello couldn't help but think that he looked... good. Really good.

Matt had an easy grin tugging at his lips and his uncovered eyes danced in wild amusement. Only then did Mello realize he had been staring at his friend. His face flushed without his consent and he turned away. The only good thing about the amount of makeup covering his face was the probability that it hid his blush was high.

He swore under his breath as he heard Matt approaching. He had already forgotten his lines and Matt's proximity was scarcely helping. Though it was hardly Matt's fault that he was attracted to him, and had been for the better part of a year.

It wasn't like there was much to say in the play, compared to presentations in class, but he had never liked being put on display in a situation he couldn't control and dominate, and certainly not while wearing a dress.

"You'll do fine Mello, at least you're not a sheep like Near." Matt told him with a snicker as he stopped little more than a foot and a half from him. Mello had to hold back a grin. Matt had a point. Despite the dress he wore, being in one of those ridiculous sheep costumes might have been worse.

All the consume really was, were bulky white jumpsuits covered in large cotton balls and swaths of fuzzy white and gray fabric. Those chosen for the sheep had been told to wear black shoes, which Mello would enjoy seeing Near in as he hated footwear of any kind. They were also required to have on a black wig with ears attached as well as face paint to finish off the costume.

Mello heard the last play end and felt nervousness rise up inside of him, he knew his would be soon as there were only so many plays left. He began to pace in a small circle and only stopped when the chunky heal of his shoe caught on a loose floor board causing him to stumble a little.

He narrowed his eyes in frustration. He didn't care what punishment he might get, he wasn't going through with it. No way in hell. He made a move to wrench off the stupid gloves he wore when Matt pulled one of his hands into his own.

"Mello, stop that."

"And why exactly should I?" he snarled but was disarmed by the almost hesitant expression that flickered across Matt's face. He didn't have any time to think on it though as Matt tilted his chin up and kissed him.

His eyes widened and he didn't dare move until Matt had pulled away, parted lips hovering before his own.

"Because I'll give you a reward if you go on stage." Matt whispered. Mello sucked in a breath and flinched as all 'participants' for Little Bo Peep were called to the stage front. Mello grit his teeth and wrenched his hand away from Matt.

"It better be a really good fucking reward." he spat at the now grinning redhead. Damn, Matt just had to get a clue now of all times. Mello grabbed his shepherding crook and practically stomped out into view.

Wammys House may have been an orphanage, but that didn't stop it from having a large assembly hall, or anything else they could possibly need. The lights on the stage glittered and Mello grimaced as he saw the creepy looking sheep people as they crouched on the floor.

If he ever saw anything like that in a real meadow, rest assured they would have all been shot long before they could get that close to him. He took a deep breath, ignoring the tingling of his lips, and took his place in front, lying on a heap of fake grass, as the sheep took their places behind cardboard cutouts of bushes or hills... whatever they were supposed to have been.

Mello felt completely stupid as he 'woke' up and pretended to look around for his sheep and spouting off lines his stupid lines, though he didn't know how he had remembered them. The entire thing was stupid in his opinion. A rhyme about a lazy girl who fell asleep and lost her flock of sheep only to have them come back without their tails.

Mello had to admit though, when the scene came about, the sheep people looked even more disturbing missing their tails. Mello wondered if it would be inappropriate to suddenly beat one of his sheep, that was currently hiding behind one of the cutouts, with the crook he held in a gloved fist. His punishment for that couldn't possibly be any worse than the participation in the play.

His mind went on auto pilot for the rest of the play, he no longer thought about his peers as they quietly snickered at seeing him in the dress, or the envious glances he received from some of the girls, he simply concentrated on not tripping. That, and in the back of his mind his thoughts crossed over to Matt. His face heated up again, just what was the other teen planning?

He almost rushed through the rest of his lines just to get to the end quicker. The curiosity was starting to drive him crazy. He didn't though, and managed to keep himself calm and focused, well focused enough, to get through to the end in the normal pace. He was thankful the play wasn't to long.

And then Mello's nervousness came back tenfold, as the curtains dropped and they were ushered off the stage to make room for the next act, and the fluttering of butterfly wings beat against his stomach walls like hail stones on a cars windshield. They were all expected to change quickly and find their seats in the audience while the next play was being set up. But Mello knew that wasn't where he was going.

The first thing he did backstage though, was find the water bottle he had abandoned and a stray piece of cloth to rid himself of that horribly suffocating makeup. It made him itch and he had felt cracks forming in it as he had talked.

It had been bad enough, and embarrassing enough, to have it placed on him in the first place, but he wasn't about to wear it any longer than needed. He furiously scrubbed at his face and eyes until he was satisfied he'd gotten most of it off. He blinked a few times before his vision refocused.

Matt caught his eye with a smile and Mello gave him an awkward grin and unconsciously smoothed out the creases in the dress as he walked over. "I watched you from back here. You were good." Matt told him as he grabbed his elbow and lead him passed the few stragglers left over from his play.

Matt pulled him behind one of the larger stage cutouts as one of the teachers walked by, who was herding the children and teens from the backstage as her heals clicked harshly on the wood floor.

Matt had placed a hand gently over his mouth, Matt's own lips pressed close by his ear, as a few more staff combed the area for stragglers. Mello stiffened as a hand slid across the corset top of the dress. His heart began to beat faster against his ribs, face heating up, as that same hand slid across the ruffles at the end of the dress and snuck its way underneath.

He shivered bodily as he felt those smooth fingertips glide across the skin above his stockings. He was unable to make a sound with the hand covering his mouth but his breaths were harsh through his nostrils.

Matt's lips pressed against his ear and he arched into the redhead as the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh was touched, the stocking being slowly, teasingly, pushed down his leg. Mello closed his eyes and let his head fall back as much as Matt's hand would allow; if Matt stopped and said that was the end of his reward he was going to kill him. Painfully.

Matt shushed him as another teacher walked by their hiding spot, and yet despite his warning Matt had not let up in his caresses which had taken a dangerous turn upwards and to the boxers he wore underneath; because there had been no way in hell he was wearing panties with that fucking dress.

Matt stopped just shy of his growing erection and merely drew circles in the skin there, frustrating Mello, until the sounds of the next play had begun. Mello took in a gasping breath as the hand was removed from his mouth but had no time to ease his breathing as Matt tugged him further towards the back, behind the previously used props, and he let out a surprised squeak as he was shoved onto the pile of straw that had fallen out of the overstuffed wheel barrel beside them.

Mello looked up, mouth open in shock, as he lay flush on the straw with his legs parted. "You actually squeaked!" Matt laughed and Mello resisted the urge to kick him, but didn't as he doubted he'd get what he wanted if he damaged the redhead...

Not that he was expecting anything...

Mello sat up, nearly colliding with Matt, and leaned back on his hands, watching and waiting. Matt was in control for the moment, and though he was impatient, he wanted to see how things would play out, at least for the time being. Matt reached up and gently untangled the bonnet from his hair, which up until that point Mello had forgotten he wore. That was how badly Matt distracted him with his mere presence.

Matt trailed his fingers gently down the side of his face and against Mello's will, his eyelids fluttered to halfway. Matt grinned at him and before long pulled away and took hold of one of his feet, still clad in those ridiculous shiny black shoes.

Mello watched him curiously as he removed the first shoe, tossing it to the side, and the second one though he hadn't let go of his left foot. Instead, Matt grinned at him, a grin that had him swallowing hard.

Matt leaned forward, and let his hand slide teasingly along his foot to caress his ankle and move along the underside of his leg to the space behind his knee. Matt pressed softly, dragging a fingernail gently across the skin and Mello squirmed. The touch was almost sinful, not tickling and not a caress and it left him moaning in the aftermath.

"W-what the hell Matt!" he had fallen back to his elbows, leg still in Matt's hands, with the dress having ridden up to his upper thigh.

"The nerves there are super sensitive on anyone, even through the stockings, you just have to know how to use that knowledge correctly." Matt smirked at him and Mello wondered just how much research Matt had done and for how long Matt had planned doing that to him.

Lips were pressed to the side of his knee before Matt dropped his leg and sat back on his hunches.

Mello watched lazily as Matt tugged off his buttoned up shirt to expose the creamy skin beneath that he had only seen a few times before, and only in quick peeks as Matt changed in Mello's room after having fallen asleep whilst watching a movie or playing a game the night before.

He was done being passive. He wanted, needed to touch him. Matt rose an eyebrow as he trailed his gloved fingers across his chest, having sat up with one leg curled to his side and the other stretched out before him. Matt caught that hand in his own with a slightly devious look and Mello swallowed as Matt nipped at his index finger, teeth pulling gently on the soft fabric of the glove. His eyes were locked onto Matt's mouth as he slowly slid the glove away from his hand and off his fingers, the feeling sending shivers across his skin.

Mello hated it, but if he hadn't already been aroused, that would have done it.

"Now you can touch me." Matt told him, grinning, after he had tossed the glove aside and removed the other one normally, almost hastily. Mello didn't need to be told twice and slid his fingers across Matt's chest and loving the feel of it under his fingertips. Damn he had wanted to do that for so long...

Matt wrapped his arms around him suddenly, pulling and tugging on the corset's laces, rather than holding him. Mello sighed as he felt it loosen, he was certainly glad he didn't have breasts as it had been hard enough to breathe with that damn thing on without something else in the way.

He sucked in a breath as Matt kissed at his neck, fingers grabbing the bottom of the dress, before he pulled back to look at him, asking permission that he didn't need. He grinned at Matt and lifted his arms for the dress to be pulled over his head, which left him clad in only his half removed stockings and boxers.

Mello shook out his hair but didn't bother attempting to straighten it as he knew it was only going to get messed up in the near future anyway. And Matt proved that point when he tangled his fingers into his hair as he kissed him.

Mello was gently lowered back to the straw and gasped slightly at the feel of more bare skin against him. He hadn't even noticed Matt take of his pants never mind his boxers but relished the mostly unrestricted contact between them.

Matt tapped at his boxers and Mello nodded. "Get rid of them!" he pleaded. He wanted nothing between them, wanted to feel all of Matt grinding and moving against him. He arched his hips and the boxers were pulled past his butt and down his legs to be tossed somewhere behind Matt.

Mello made to remove the stockings, getting one most of the way down, before Matt stopped him.

"Keep them." Matt muttered as he took in his naked form, eyes darkened by lust and something more.

"Fucking kinky bastard..." Mello muttered but left them alone; one was bunched at his ankle and the other was still firmly in place at his thigh. The feel of the fabric, constraining in a way, against him was annoying but unless Matt removed it he would leave them as they were.

Matt finally moved in-between his legs again, no more barriers, and Mello moaned into Matt's lips as their erections touched. It sent a spark, a lightning bolt, of pleasure surging up his spine. Daydreams and shower fantasies could only go so far and did not compare to the real thing; the taste of cigarettes on Matt's lips, the touches that ran down his side, or the feeling of euphoria that sprang from his depths to coil in his belly like a snake.

"Matt..." he whispered between kisses. He was greedy and selfish, always had been and always would be, and he wanted more from Matt. He wanted everything, anything that Matt would give to him.

Matt didn't seem to need anymore vocalizations to understand and had placed his fingers at his lips. Mello understood the basic mechanics of anal sex, but beyond insert tab A into slot B he knew nothing of how it worked.

He sucked the fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pads of the fingers, as Matt watched him. With that dark gaze on him he almost felt dirty and so very sinful lying there in the straw naked, but it was also a pleasing feeling to be watched so closely by his friend, his crush.

Matt pulled his fingers back, saliva leaving a trail from his lips and Mello concentrated on the kiss planted at the corner of his mouth rather than where those fingers were going. Matt ran his tongue across his lips teasingly and even when Mello opened his mouth to let him in he simply trailed it along his bottom lip instead.

He shifted at the odd feeling as a finger wormed its way inside of him. It wasn't exactly uncomfortable and held and odd sort of pressure to it.

Matt finally stopped teasing him, as the second finger worked him, and let his tongue slip into his mouth. He sighed at the contact and threw his arms around Matt, drawing him closer. "Hurry..." he muttered in between kisses.

He wanted it so bad he could almost taste it.

Matt seemed to agree with him as the third finger never made it to its destination.

There was pain when Matt penetrated him, and the feeling of being full, but Mello grit his teeth and bared it. People wouldn't do it so much if it felt that way the entire time.

"Relax Mello." Matt mumbled into his ear.

He sneered. He wanted to see Matt relax with a dick stuffed up his-

Mello sucked in a deep breath as Matt pushed deeper and he arched into the contact. "Do it again!" he moaned. Matt snickered and Mello kneed the redhead in the side, watching in amusement as Matt winced as his knee connected with his ribs. He couldn't do much more than scratch and bite from his position, but at least using his legs weren't out of the question for punishment either.

Matt mumbled something, probably sarcastic, under his breath and slowly pulled back, the feeling of him moving inside of him stirring something in Mello, and thrust forward squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and the startling burst of pleasure as Matt brushed the bundle of nerves inside of him.

He bit his lip to stifle a moan and failed as Matt seemed to have quickly gotten into a rhythm, pulling out and slamming back into him with almost wild abandon.

His arms had hooked behind Matt's neck of their own accord, having not consciously registered the action, and it forced Matt's face to be even closer to him than before, breaths falling across his lips, across his neck, as he moved inside of him. He blocked out all other sounds, the distant clapping from beyond the stage and the sounds of commotion on stage, and was lost in the sound of their harsh gasps and the sound of skin on skin and the soft crunch of the straw he was pressed into.

Mello forced his legs higher, knees knocking into Matt's arms, and squeezed his thighs against the body moving above him. Matt gripped his hair, pulling his head back, and nibbled on his throat in response, pushing into him harder. He had no idea if sex was supposed to be that way, so hot and slick and so damn good that his heart could simply burst in his chest and he wouldn't care, but even if it wasn't he didn't want anything to change.

Teeth grazed at his skin after a particularly harsh thrust and he knew a mark would be left behind, the tongue sliding across the wound assuring him so. He dug his nails into Matt's back and squeezed his muscles around Matt. The low husky moan that was released from the act sent shivers across Mello's heated flesh.

He was so damn close, but he didn't want it to end. Being so connected with Matt, where nothing else existed but them, was simply too special, too addicting to want to let go of.

Matt released his hair, his scalp tingling in the aftermath, and slipped his fingers between them. Mello jerked into the touch, back lifting from the straw, as Matt's fingers wrapped around his erection to stroke him quickly.

"Matt!" the redhead didn't even bother to tell him to lower his voice and simply pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked it to stifle his own moan. Matt's sweaty hands on him, his teeth teasing him, and the hardness pounding into him, was too much to handle. He shouted, back arching and toes curling almost painfully as he came, semen coating both his and Matt's stomachs in the sticky fluid.

Matt bit down on his lip and rested his head on Mello's shoulder as he drove into him a few more times; Mello shivered as he was filled with Matt's semen and only dropped his legs from Matt after all motions had stopped.

He was out of breath, face flushed, hurt in places he hadn't known existed, and couldn't fucking wait to do it all over again.

Matt flopped to the straw beside him as their breathing died down to something resembling normal and simply stared at him. He knew there would be no confessions, no declarations of love or anything of the sort. They weren't needed between them and probably never would be.

"I can't wait to see Roger's reaction." Matt told him with a laugh sometime later as the sounds of the other Wammys residents spilled out around them. Oh yes, finding the ranked 2nd and 3rd students nude and entwined on one of the stage props would definitely be something to get a rather interesting reaction out of Roger, maybe he would even faint.

"How about we give him a different kind of show?" he suggested with a wicked smile and Matt grinned conspiratorially at him as he slid a hand across his outer thigh all too eagerly.

Damn, had he known this would be the result, he would have worn a dress a long time ago.

-End...?-

AN: XD

Sorry this failed so much. I wanted it to be uber perfect and failed epicly! T-T

Read the long-ish note at the bottom of the playlist PLEASE.

REVIEW?

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Playslist for MBP:

Dirty Litte Thing - Adelitas Way

I Like It - Enrique Iglesias ft. Pitbull

Magic – Emii

My Delirium – Ladyhawke

My First Kiss – 3oh!3

Shake My... - Three 6 Mafia ft Pitbull

I did it for Love – Boa

Rich Man – 3oh!3

Chew Me Up and Spit Me Out – Cobra Starship

I kissed a girl – Katy Perry

New In Town – Little Botts

Fashion – Lady Gaga

w.a.m.s – Fall Out Boy

I like it – Lacuna Coil

The D Motion - KAT~TUN

Red Blooded Woman (Whitey Mix) - Kylie Minogue

For your Entertainment – Adam Lambert

Me & My Girl – Theory of a deadman (you'll notice its not a 'nice' song with lyrics like 'stead of kissing those lips I wanna staple them shut' XD)

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Night of love – dj melodie (thats actually NOT the correct name as I got it from youtube and youtube notoriously sucks for wrong labels and I cant seem to find the right name anywhere, I have the song but I can't find it from the lyrics like I usually do

'in this place, here tonight, love can happen at the speed of light. In this place here tonight, attraction overload can happen anytime. one minute you're standing and then you're dancing, someone moves up behind, rubbing up against you, suddenly you're winding/wanting and touching and grinding and then you're finding that you're getting closer, getting closer, getting closer to...turning me on, turning me on, come on boy you're turning me on'

Thats literally the first part of the song; if anyone knows what it is id love you forever. Maybe even write you a oneshot! Seriously i've been looking for this FOR AGES XD

~gami