One Last Time

Summary: Mello maneuvered the body to sit in his lap, positioning Matt's arms across his shoulders & Mello was almost able to believe they were just fucking in a morgue because they could & not because one of them was dead.

Suggested Listening: One Last Time by My Darkest Days; Flutterbye by The Hermit

AN: I will not name who, but I was asked by someone to write a necro fic with Mello and Matt. You would not believe how difficult it was to write this, as just the thought of someone doing this grosses me the fuck out XD

I was stopping every few words and making faces cuz I had to picture the scene in my head in order to write it. *facedesk*
But a challenge is a challenge and I wont back down unless it is something completely impossible for me to write. :p

~Let me...~

He killed the engine a block from the building as he didn't want to draw attention to himself that late at night.

The place he was going to was far from bustling with people, but he couldn't simply waltz right in as he was supposed to be dead, that and with who he was looking for it would be obvious he was the one who had kidnapped Takada.

As he entered the building he slipped passed a set of police men and used the map he had made of the hospital to find an alternate route that took him away from the main hallways. He knew he shouldn't be there, knew it was completely stupid as he was free, but in a way he needed the closure.

When he was finally on the correct floor it wasn't hard to find the morgue. His gloved fingers brushed gently against the door before hesitantly pushing it open, upon seeing no one in there, at least for the time being, he shut and locked it.

There was a black body bag off to the left and Mello would bet everything that the person he wanted was in it. Unzipping the bag he was met with the bullet ridden form of his dead lover. He shut his eyes and took a small breath before opening them again.

Matt's eyes were closed loosely behind the goggles, blood running from his head and over the left plastic lens; the previously white vest was more red than anything and it wasn't hard to see why he had bled out so quick.

"Fuckers!" Mello snarled quietly. He should kill each and every one of Takada's body guards. It wasn't necessary for them to kill Matt, and certainly not shoot him that many times.

He drug a finger across Matt's cheek, feeling how utterly cold he was, knowing he wasn’t ever going to warm up.

Closing his eyes Mello shrugged off his jacket, letting the floor take it as he placed his gun on the table beside him. He shivered slightly as the rest of his clothing followed and he climbed onto the table with Matt.

Thinking nothing of what he was doing he maneuvered the body to sit in his lap, positioning Matt's arms across his shoulders leaving Mello almost being able to believe they were just fucking in a morgue because they could and not because one of them was dead.

~...look into your eyes...~

Mello ran a hand through the normally silky hair, now blood ridden and slightly matted. He didn't care if anyone caught him as he kissed those cold dead lips. He didn't care about anything other than one last time.

Matt's skin was cool, but not frigid, and was still pliant where he mouthed it; tongue running across the marks he'd left hardly a day prior. His gloved fingers ran along Matt's spine and though he would never admit it, not that there was anyone left to admit it to, it stung to have absolute silence to something that had always left Matt gasping and arching into him.

Mello pushed those feelings aside as he kissed lightly at the bloodied skin along Matt's jaw line, hands creeping passed the redheads tail bone to cup his ass and spread the cheeks as Mello nudged at the resistant entrance.

"You can't behave even when you're dead, can you?" he whispered softly into the sweat and metallic smelling hair, groaning and digging his nails into that cold flesh as he breached those stiff muscles.

Mello bit his lip to silence himself, left hand on Matt's mid back to keep him pressed against Mello's chest and other hand under Matt's ass to push up as Matt couldn't do it. There were far easier positions he could have chosen, ones that wouldn't require such effort, but they had always preferred that position to any other and Mello wasn't about to compromise simply because Matt was...dead.

Nuzzling Matt's neck he thrust upwards, making sure to keep the redhead's body cradled close to his own. Where his body was warm and getting hot Matt's stayed cold, only stealing heat at the places they touched. It was an odd sensation, and it made Mello miss the hot L.A. days and even hotter nights they used to have before the case consumed him.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and into his eyes, the droplets falling like tears he wouldn't let himself shed. Matt's body was tight, unbelievable so, and Mello felt that he was close, quickening his motions in response.

He fisted a section of Matt's hair and even with the gloves he could feel the slick wetness of blood; kissing him he had to close his eyes as his vision wavered, sweat falling faster and hotter; because the alternative was that he was crying and he refused to believe it-

"Matt!" he moaned harshly and emptied himself inside the redhead, rocking against him fervently as he lost himself in orgasmic bliss.

When the haze had finally passed he listened for any signs that someone was lurking outside, and hearing none, let his forehead rest on Matt's shoulder as the others head flopped to the side like that of a puppet with its strings cut.

He needed to leave, Mello knew this, but what his mind knew and what his heart wanted were two different things. And he had chosen wrong before...

Mello kept his eyes shut, fingers trembling and digging into Matt's body. He blindly kissed at Matt's face and conceded that he had lost, that is was tears sliding down his face, and demanded just another moment with the one he cared for.
A moment he knew he couldn't ever have.

"I'm sorry Matt." he whispered harshly against those chapped lips. He took a few deep breaths and forced a calm over himself. Sliding free of Matt, and gently laying the body back down he allowed himself no more time and dressed himself. He had stayed too long as it was.

There was no point in redressing Matt as an examiner would know that the sex had been post-mortem, and with the lack of DNA on file it would alert Near that Mello wasn't quite as dead as he had believed.

But he did cover Matt up.

Mello would have simply poured kerosene over Matt's body and set him ablaze, just so they couldn't have him, but Matt had never liked fire and even if he ended up that way it wouldn't be Mello that had done it.

It was stupid but it was just something Mello wouldn't do.
He finished dressing himself and took one last look at Matt, hair tousled and new marks on his skin, and silently said goodbye.

Mello unlocked the door and walked out, never once looking back.

~One Last Time~

AN: I wrote it mostly in one go as I knew I wouldn't work myself into that kind of mood ever again XD. So other than the moral issue, how was it? I found it sad, honestly. :P

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