He was there again. All adorable smiles, comfy hoodies and warm hands reaching out for an old woman, helping her through the street, carrying her way-too-heavy shopping bags. Red-dyed hair and those goggles nobody gave a second glance in a cyber-gothic century. Smiling eyes, full lips and white teeth.

He's seen these teeth sinking into his skin in his dreams.

When their eyes meet, nothing happens. The universe doesn't crumble down to rubble, no pedestrians stop to suddenly realize what's going on. The world doesn't stop and yet Mello feels like it really does, the moment when their eyes meet. Blue to green, he can't be sure but the poisonous glow has to be green, right?

The stranger is dressed all in black today, unusually. Mello shivers at a thought that this fact is an announcement of something. The redhead raises his hand to wave after the woman. He got her through the street and now he can relax.

Well, not completely.

This guy never lets his guard down, anyway.

Somebody shoves their shoulder into Mello but he's mentally too far away from the street to find the fucker and punch their face inside their skull. His victim turns around, covering his sharp cheekbones in the shade of the hoodie and slowly coming into his direction. Fingers hooked on the loops of his tight jeans, hips swaying in a sensual, lazy manner.

He's seen his victim, too.

When he is slouched like that, Mello is approximately the stranger's height. He got to know it the other day, when he almost bumped into the other. His blood pressure was still high from the memory, not helping his... animalistic feelings.

Ten steps, nine steps...

The lazy eyes still haven't glanced at him.

Eight, seven...

Mello is glad he hasn't decided to wear gloves that day. He quickly wipes his hands on his jeans. That was unusual for him, too, to wear something other than animal skin on his tights.

Extraordinary cases needed extraordinary methods.

There he was, getting lost in his thoughts, and only three steps remained. He swallowed, trying not to think about other things that he could be using his throat for. In a short time, hopefully.

Two...

One...

He held his breath when the other one stopped next to him.

Time crashed down and his head started spinning. A slow move caught his attention and here it was, the warm hand still remembering a noble deed. Dangling on the height of his own, getting dangerously close to it.

Mello lidded his eyes when he felt his skin on his own.

Moments later the redhead was gone. Mello stood in one place, heart racing and panting and all the symptoms.

He was so possessed.

If he looked up for a moment, he would notice the hungry greens eyes scrutinizing his ecstatic face.


A/N: Hello everyone! This story is my first attempt to write something at least resembling a multichapter in English. It's not gonna be fluffy and lovey-dovey, that's for sure. Hopefully, it will earn the rating "M" but it's your thing to decide if it really deserves it, dear reader.

Many thanks to my wonderful beta, TheRedClouds from dA! You are awesome! :D

Oh, and the chapters are gonna be longer than the prologue.