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Van-Mello Flavoring	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 1267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: so this was written towards the end of my writers block, but needed a bit of work. I am happy? with it. It is hardly my best but w/e.

Van-mello Flavoring

"-and your punishment will be making Near a cake." Roger finished with what Matt thought was a satisfied—smug—smile that was meant to be gentlemanly. It fell flat if Mello enraged yell meant anything. "A cake? Why the hell do I have to make a cake?"

"You will make a cake because you have yet to do anything even remotely civil for Near since his arrival, and it is his birthday tomorrow as you well know," Roger stood and used his full height to tower over them, "You will also make it presentable and put forth effort into this or you will remake it until I deem it worthy. Do you understand?"

Matt raised his hand as if in class and attempted to game with only one thumb on the controls. Roger sighed heavily, "Yes Matt?"

"If Mello is the one in trouble, then why am I involved?" Matt asked. He did not have to look up to see the wide eyed devil look Mello would be giving him, the one where his face scrunched up unpleasantly and had Matt wondering what he found attractive about him in the first place.

"You have to be more social, and this will be a good experience to get you away from your virtual world. You will have the kitchen to yourselves but do remember you only have until tomorrow." Roger looked unphased by the question, almost as if he had expected it.

Matt was hardly thrilled. So basically, he was guilty by association. He stole a glance at Mello, one that promised retribution for lost gaming time.

"And what if we don't finish?" Mello had his arms crossed and appeared to be concocting something in that brain of his. "Then you will find yourselves assigned to separate rooms, and as rankings stand first and second should already be rooming together. Now get going." Roger turned his back in pure dismissal so he missed the clear signs of a Mello eruption.

Matt did not even pocket the PSP in his haste of dragging Mello out of the room; the last thing he wanted was anything more added to the punishment that Mello had created for them, or to get the brunt of the anger. He pushed Mello up against the wall and with a hand in those pretty blond strands of hair, kissed him hungrily until the tension that wound the blond's body was almost gone. Mello stared at him breathlessly, a little dazed but eyes still burning with anger—just not as strongly. "Cheater," was all Mello said before pushing him backwards so he could walk off. Matt just smiled and followed him, knowing the destination was the kitchens.

Everything they could possibly need to make a cake 'worthy' for Near was already set out when they walked in, along with a note of the cold ingredients stored away. Mello huffed loudly and slammed bowls down harder than necessary as he set them out but Matt knew he would do as Roger dictated—if only because he did not want to room with Near. Which in Matt's opinion would be an idiotic thing if Roger wanted to prevent murder. Mello couldn't stand Near. There were no deep seated buddings of friendship or even like. He hated him.

Rolling up his sleeves and tucking his game safely away, Matt picked up one of the recipes. It was Near's favorite cakes list or something, though Matt had never seen him touch a sweet, and began sourcing out the ingredients needed. He had never made a cake before and from the way Mello was struggling neither had he. "Oops." Matt shrugged as he dropped egg shells into the batter and did not bother picking out the large piece of shell. They had to make a three layer cake, all different flavors, so they could not simply dump all the ingredients in one bowl and mix it up. He knew Roger had done it on purpose, like making one cake wasn't bad enough.

"Damn it!" Matt looked over and noticed a stray shaker of salt had bee knocked from the counter and upended itself into Mello's almost finished batter. "I am so sick of this already!" Mello flicked the wooden and two large globs of vanilla cake smacked Matt in the face. He stood perfectly still as they slowly slid down his forehead and cheek, Mello at least looked apologetic when he noticed. Matt however, didn't care. He furiously wiped off the batter and advanced on the blond. "Matt, you know I didn't mean too so stop acting like a-"

"Mello, shut up." Mello would never be satisfied until he had complained the entire way through and done at least five things to intentionally or otherwise sabotage the cake. Then, when they had to redo it, it would be all Near's fault and if Matt had to hear about him one more time that day he was going to scream.

At first he had intended to retaliate and dump the ruined bowl of batter down Mello's shirt or upend it over his head, but as his eyes wandered south he smiled. He dropped to his knees before Mello and teasingly slid his hand up the blond's thigh. Mello sucked in a breath and a slight flush spread across his cheeks in anticipation, "Matty?"

One sure way to calm Mello down—he tugged the pants down the blond's legs—was to pleasure him. He stroked Mello's half erect cock a few times until he was fully hard. He leaned in, looking up at Mello with a smirk as he opened his mouth and took the head in his mouth. Mello moaned softly, eyelashes fluttering and Matt found it incredibly satisfying that he could do this to him with so little effort. But to get Mello where he wanted him, he would need to work a little.

He used his hand to start quick pumps at the base of the cock while he teasingly sucked on the tip. Slowly he rolled his tongue along the portion in his mouth. And just as Mello started to thrust a little, he pulled back, swapping to kisses and gently nibbling up the sides of the shaft. "Matt, goddamn it stop teasing. You know I hate it," Mello growled low and grabbed at his hair, though his grip was light and hardly controlling. Mello said he hated teasing but Matt knew that it made everything more intense and that the only reason Mello said he didn't like it was because he lost control. Every. Single. Time.

Mello braced a hand on the counter as his moans became a little louder. Matt could feel Mello's thighs trembling as he slid a hand across the back of one. There was a loud gasp and Mello's body shuddered. He enjoyed Mello like this, at his mercy and loving every second of it. He licked along the vein underneath and heard Mello's breathing turn almost ragged. He forced down a smirk and continued working the vein knowing that it drove Mello to the brink so easily.

Fingers curled harshly into his hair now and it was his unspoken cue to deep throat. Mello might have suspected it, yet he still cried out when the tip scratched the insides of Matt's mouth. He tried hard to ignore the urge to gag, and managed it only when he started to swallow. Mello's jumbled pleas spurred him on, made him try harder than he knew he had to. Matt alternated between swallowing hard, and pulling back so he could run his teeth along the shaft. Mello held his head in place after only a few more moments, thrusting wildly into his mouth, and it was how Matt knew for certain that Mello was going to cum.

A thought crossed Matt's mind suddenly, and it took some maneuvering on his part but as he finished Mello off he dragged the bowl of batter from the table and in front of him; as he felt the beginning of cum in his mouth, he pulled away. "Matty!" Mello bit his lip to silence himself and white-knuckle gripped the table for support as his orgasm swept through him. Matt grinned as the bowl caught every last drop of his efforts. He looked away however, letting his eyes travel to the beautiful image Mello presented with his flushed face, fast breathing and slightly open mouth. Mello glanced down and almost pouted. Almost, because no matter how calm he got there was no pouting.

"I was going to try and fix that..." Mello whined a little, thighs trembling as he bent to pull his pants back up.

"Oh we can, but I figured you wanted to make Near's cake extra specialjust like Roger requested." He watched Mello's jaw drop and slowly turn into the largest smirk he had ever seen. "Matt, you are a fucking genius!" and Matt nodded.

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Mello stood with arms crossed before Near and Roger as his and Matt's cake was presented. He could hardly contain himself and had to constantly bite his cheek so he wouldn't smile. No matter how much trouble he got in, and no matter what Roger told him to do to Near—apologies among other things—he never gave the little twit a smile. And well, a smirk would have alerted Roger immediately. He only allowed himself a small one once Roger was intently watching Near as the white haired fiend took a small forkful of the vanilla layer.

And though Near's expression did not change, his fingers tugged a little more on his hair. "The vanilla is salty."

Matt snorted from his left and it took all of Mello's strength not to begin to laugh. He managed, only by a thin margin, as Roger narrowed his eyes at him. He did not even have to speak to accuse him. "I don't know what happened, the other layers tasted fine so I didnt think to check the vanilla...see for yourself?" Mello shrugged and watched with amusement as Roger quickly ate a bite of the remaining layers. There was confusion on his features, confirming that they had made an awesome cake after the mishap, and blow job.

"Now Mello, it feels good to do something nice for others once and a while doesn't it?" Roger asked him as he set a spare fork aside.

"Yeah, and it didn't cost me anything more than a little energy." This time, looking directly at Near, Mello did smirk.

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