Poison IV
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male
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Adult +
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2
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Poison IV
Suggested Listening: Poison IV by A kiss could be deadly
~Poison IV~
Matt knew it was wrong, had known it was wrong the first time it had happened. And yet each time that shadowed figure crept into his bedroom late at night he couldn't help the flood of endorphins that hit his veins.
He wanted it as much as he hated it. It wasn't love, hell it was barely lust. It was rebellion at its finest, simply because he hated the system and this was certainly something the system didn't like.
They had to be quiet as his roommate slept peacefully across the room, but he had never woken up yet so Matt was hardly worried; Matt could just make out the shifty smile as the shadow crept closer.
Matt shivered as the covers were drawn back and those cold hands crept under his shirt and flinched as the same cold fingers rubbed at his nipples; he bit at his lip to prevent the gasp that surely would have woken the other had it been released.
"You always wait up for me, how cute." the other whispered amusedly, sharp eyes dancing madly in the moonlight room.
Matt's only response was to pull the other down and lick at his lips, causing a small chuckle from the other, a complexly odd and disturbing sound.
Those fingers crept down his chest and there was no warning as one hand wedged itself into his pajama bottoms. But Matt was used to it, had half expected it, and so no sound was given at the action, only the excitement and lust in his eyes.
The other finally opened his mouth and slid his tongue into the kiss, something Matt had been waiting for. He loved the silent battle that occurred between them and unspoken challenge to make the other moan aloud or speak.
It was a dangerous game that could get them discovered but it made things all the more heart pounding and enjoyable. Matt wrapped his arms across the others neck, letting one tangle in that surprisingly soft hair. He huffed into their kiss, a mostly silent sound, as spindly fingers wrapped around his awaiting erection, the thumb rubbing harshly against the head.
Matt wanted him, wanted him right then with no more waiting. He thrust his hips up and tugged at the hem of the others shirt, feeling sharp protrusions of the others vertebra under his fingers.
"Lucky for you I am just as eager tonight." Matt knew that any other night he might have been denied, brought to the brink and left hanging there, had been left there before in complete aroused agony, but he usually judged correctly and was rewarded when the other striped their shirt off and let it fall gently to the floor.
Matt discarded his own shirt as the other worked on tugging his pajamas down Matt's hips. He jerked slightly at the coolness that settled across his skin, but was warmed the moment that body closed over his own. There was no preparation, there never was, and though Matt expected the sting it always made him wince.
The others mouth was back against his own, working his tongue across teeth and gliding it across every surface it could find. It was raw and sloppy and made obscene sucking sounds but Matt loved it, craved it even. He clawed at the others back as he was pressed more harshly into the mattress, his legs pressed up by his chest. He always tore Matt apart, he was so fucking big, and there was always blood on his sheets in the morning that he had to hide, but he never once regretted it since it had first happened.
His roommate shifted in his sleep and they stilled, mouths hovering above one another and Matt laughed slightly as soft snores echoed through the silence.
He was unprepared for the harsh thrusts that followed the break and tossed his head back in pain and pleasure, which one more dominant he couldn't tell.
Matt could tell the other was on a time constraint that night as he pounded him into the bed, the mattress making small squeaks of protest. But Matt didn't mind, could care for anything beyond the physical; the exquisite feeling of that hardness sliding in and out of him.
He was close, so close. Slick with blood and sweat and saliva trailing from their mouths he let out a small whine as he came without having been touched since the start of it.
The other licked at his ear as he continued thrusting into him, fulfilling his own twisted pleasure. There was a barely noticeable groan and all motions above him stopped as ejaculate filled him.
As Matt's ears cleared he noticed the heavy way they both breathed and wondered how his roommate had slept through it. "I'll see you in two weeks." the other whispered by his ear and Matt hummed in acknowledgment.
"I'll be waiting." he mumbled, tired and spent, as the other crawled off of him and disappeared back into the darkness leaving no traces of himself other than the semen that steadily leaked down onto the sheets.
With the covers pulled over him again Matt let his eyes slip shut as he drifted off; and in the morning he acted his usual self, playing his games quietly in bed as his roommate woke from sleep, the blue eyes blinking blurrily and blond hair sticking up in odd angles.
"Morning Mello." he said and Mello might have mumbled something back though Matt wasn't listening. He couldn't wait until Beyond visited him again.
It was sick.
It was wrong.
And yet he loved every minute with mysterious genius of Wammys house.
AN: Yes, yes I did. XD
~Poison IV~
Matt knew it was wrong, had known it was wrong the first time it had happened. And yet each time that shadowed figure crept into his bedroom late at night he couldn't help the flood of endorphins that hit his veins.
He wanted it as much as he hated it. It wasn't love, hell it was barely lust. It was rebellion at its finest, simply because he hated the system and this was certainly something the system didn't like.
They had to be quiet as his roommate slept peacefully across the room, but he had never woken up yet so Matt was hardly worried; Matt could just make out the shifty smile as the shadow crept closer.
Matt shivered as the covers were drawn back and those cold hands crept under his shirt and flinched as the same cold fingers rubbed at his nipples; he bit at his lip to prevent the gasp that surely would have woken the other had it been released.
"You always wait up for me, how cute." the other whispered amusedly, sharp eyes dancing madly in the moonlight room.
Matt's only response was to pull the other down and lick at his lips, causing a small chuckle from the other, a complexly odd and disturbing sound.
Those fingers crept down his chest and there was no warning as one hand wedged itself into his pajama bottoms. But Matt was used to it, had half expected it, and so no sound was given at the action, only the excitement and lust in his eyes.
The other finally opened his mouth and slid his tongue into the kiss, something Matt had been waiting for. He loved the silent battle that occurred between them and unspoken challenge to make the other moan aloud or speak.
It was a dangerous game that could get them discovered but it made things all the more heart pounding and enjoyable. Matt wrapped his arms across the others neck, letting one tangle in that surprisingly soft hair. He huffed into their kiss, a mostly silent sound, as spindly fingers wrapped around his awaiting erection, the thumb rubbing harshly against the head.
Matt wanted him, wanted him right then with no more waiting. He thrust his hips up and tugged at the hem of the others shirt, feeling sharp protrusions of the others vertebra under his fingers.
"Lucky for you I am just as eager tonight." Matt knew that any other night he might have been denied, brought to the brink and left hanging there, had been left there before in complete aroused agony, but he usually judged correctly and was rewarded when the other striped their shirt off and let it fall gently to the floor.
Matt discarded his own shirt as the other worked on tugging his pajamas down Matt's hips. He jerked slightly at the coolness that settled across his skin, but was warmed the moment that body closed over his own. There was no preparation, there never was, and though Matt expected the sting it always made him wince.
The others mouth was back against his own, working his tongue across teeth and gliding it across every surface it could find. It was raw and sloppy and made obscene sucking sounds but Matt loved it, craved it even. He clawed at the others back as he was pressed more harshly into the mattress, his legs pressed up by his chest. He always tore Matt apart, he was so fucking big, and there was always blood on his sheets in the morning that he had to hide, but he never once regretted it since it had first happened.
His roommate shifted in his sleep and they stilled, mouths hovering above one another and Matt laughed slightly as soft snores echoed through the silence.
He was unprepared for the harsh thrusts that followed the break and tossed his head back in pain and pleasure, which one more dominant he couldn't tell.
Matt could tell the other was on a time constraint that night as he pounded him into the bed, the mattress making small squeaks of protest. But Matt didn't mind, could care for anything beyond the physical; the exquisite feeling of that hardness sliding in and out of him.
He was close, so close. Slick with blood and sweat and saliva trailing from their mouths he let out a small whine as he came without having been touched since the start of it.
The other licked at his ear as he continued thrusting into him, fulfilling his own twisted pleasure. There was a barely noticeable groan and all motions above him stopped as ejaculate filled him.
As Matt's ears cleared he noticed the heavy way they both breathed and wondered how his roommate had slept through it. "I'll see you in two weeks." the other whispered by his ear and Matt hummed in acknowledgment.
"I'll be waiting." he mumbled, tired and spent, as the other crawled off of him and disappeared back into the darkness leaving no traces of himself other than the semen that steadily leaked down onto the sheets.
With the covers pulled over him again Matt let his eyes slip shut as he drifted off; and in the morning he acted his usual self, playing his games quietly in bed as his roommate woke from sleep, the blue eyes blinking blurrily and blond hair sticking up in odd angles.
"Morning Mello." he said and Mello might have mumbled something back though Matt wasn't listening. He couldn't wait until Beyond visited him again.
It was sick.
It was wrong.
And yet he loved every minute with mysterious genius of Wammys house.
AN: Yes, yes I did. XD