Chapter 1: Noble Act
The news coverage was all talking about the kidnapping of Kira's spokeswoman, Kiyomi Takada. Light smirks—he was hidden from the rest of the task force, his facet purely showed Light's feelings towards Takada. She was a nuisance, and she was only useful because she could kill criminals while Mikami was under surveillance. Now Takada had one last job she could do before Light was ready to get rid of her. Her kidnapper, Light knew who it was—Mello, Mihael Keehl, he'd been in that explosion but was still clearly alive. Good. Now Light could get rid of him as well. Suddenly, but so expectedly, Light's cell phone rang. Light glanced at the ringing phone and answered it sounding worried.
"Light, please help me, I don't know what do…" Light could've yelled at her, she's being stupid, she's in so much shock that she doesn't remember her orders. Dammit! Light cursed silently. "I'm on my way," Light hung up and traced Takada's phone. Kira turned to the task force and they stared at him with determined eyes. "Let's go." Light commands as the task force heads out the door hurriedly.
Light tapped his finger against the arm rest of the door. I could kill her right now and be done with it… Light glances up at the men in the front seat. Idiots, they're practically giving me leeway to kill people. Light reached for his watch but suddenly glanced up to see a circle of black suited men surrounding a single orange car with a red haired man standing, his arms up in surrender. Fuck! The brunette cursed inwardly. "Stop the car!" and he threw the door open.
It all happened within mere seconds, Light running at break neck speed, the red haired man looking at him with wide eyes, the bullets being fired from the guns, and the brunette throwing himself onto the red head as they slammed into the car. Those flying bullets flew and tore apart at Light's skin, and the red head's emerald eyes widening in shock and fright as the brunette smiled down at him, blood staining his beautiful face. Then in a few more seconds, the brunette closed his eyes with that angelic smile still plastered upon his face. The red head quickly sat up with Light in his arms and he stepped out of the car holding Light tightly. The bodyguards all seemed to be in shock as they recognized who the brunette was. They all dropped their guns and ran to their cars in fright before driving away. The red head smirked until he looked back down at Light. "Shit," the red head shouted and a few men came rushing over.
"Oh crap, Light!" Matsuda had shouted and Aizawa was searching for a heart beat. His brown eyes widened as he'd found the beating he'd looked for. "Hurry, rush him to the hospital!"
~*~*~
He'd been shot—a hundred bullets must've gone into his body, but the bastard was perfectly—unharmed. The red head drove to the hospital, the rest of the task force tending to the blood upon Light's body, and the poor younger male had carried the limp body of Kira—unbeknownst to the former—and rushed up to the receptionist, screaming that they needed a gurney. Light was rushed to the ER and the task force and the red head could only wait. "Who are you?" Aizawa muttered through the impatient silence. The red head looked up at the scruffy man through his yellow tinted goggles, placing a cigarette into his mouth without lighting it. "Matt. I'm a successor of Ryuuzaki." He'd used the detective's fake name but the task force knew whom he was talking about. The infamous detective had died in Light's arms so many years ago, and now in the presence of Matt, they also felt the presence of the dead former.
A doctor came out and greeted Matt and the task force. "Doctor?" Matt muttered and the man looked at the red head with soft eyes.
"He's in recovery right now. It seemed that there was a bullet proof vest under his suit, not damaging any vital organs, but the rest of the bullets had hit areas that'll only leave minor scars. He's unconscious right now, but you may go see him." The doctor explained and walked away. The task force looked at Matt, and finally he glanced back at him. "Go on and see how he's doing, we have to deal with another matter." Ide told Matt and the red head nodded his leave.
~*~*~
There he lay, completely out of it, bandaged like crazy, and seemed like he was in pain, but he was perfectly fine—those bullets should've been ones for me, he saved me and I—"Takada… kill… that damned… Mihael…" The brunette whispers in his sleep and those emerald eyes widened in surprise then narrowed. Shit! He cursed inwardly as he dialed Mello's number.
"Yeah." His voice was muffled, but Mello wasn't dead… yet.
"Takada, she's got a piece of the notebook, she's gonna…"
"I know… I already killed her." Mello interrupted and Matt sighed in relief. "Things are fucked Matt… how was she able to have possession of the notebook pages?" The blonde questions and the red head stared sharply at the injured brunette.
"HE gave them to her." His voice was harsh and cold and his glare became slight as he continued to look at Light.
"How do you know?" His voice was shocked—in fact even Matt was shocked, shocked to know that his savior was Kira—Kira had been shot by his supporters, that's why they ran when they felt his presence, no matter how fucking bloody he was—and Matt was grateful. He saved Kira's life unknowingly and now… he was regretting it. There were so many reasons for the red head to want to bleeding shoot the fucker and get rid of Kira for good. So many ways he could make it clear that L had won in the end, so many fucking ways he could kill the bastard, but…
He didn't…
He couldn't…
The damned red head was pissed at himself for it; he was grateful. Too grateful to Kira for saving him.
Matt paused, he couldn't just say it out loud like that could he? Well it's not like everyone else hadn't murmured his name in a sentence. "Matt?" Mello said on the other end after Matt wouldn't speak for nearly three minutes.
"Kira saved me." Then he hung the phone up and threw his head back against the wall in grief.
Fuck.
~*~*~
"How is he?" Matsuda asked Matt as the red head peeks his head out the door.
"He's fine, still unconscious but fine…" Matt answered after he walked outside and closed the door. "Excuse me." The red head murmurs as he starts to walk away. "Don't you want to wait until he wakes up?" Matsuda questions curiously and the emerald eyed boy stares back at the idiot policeman.
"It'll be days till the bastard wakes up. Till then, I'm going home." Then he took his leave, angry as hell for being grateful to Kira, but… probably mostly because he'd almost cost someone their life.
~*~*~
"Bloodyfuckinghell Matt! Kira saved you?! What the hell happened?!" Were the first things Mello shouted when Matt came home hours later. Actually, it was more like the next day because he'd been out drinking all night, pissed as hell. In fact, Kira's blood was still all over his clothes. Matt deadpanned, he did not want to deal with a hysterical Mello with the hangover he had. The blonde was staring at him with that insane blue stare, but all the red head did was sigh.
"Good-bye." Matt mutters groggily as he starts to walk away but Mello grabs his hand quickly. "Wait a minute! Have you been drinking?!" Mello kept shouting, fuck Matt wanted to shoot him too. "Yeah…" He whispered and the blonde shot him a glare. "Get inside now." He demanded and Matt obeyed unable to argue because of his hangover. He walked into the apartment and sat on the couch placing a cigarette between his lips and lights it nonchalantly. "I do this because you do crazy things when you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk Mel. I have a fucking hangover." Matt mutters releasing smoke from his lips and then taking a long drag. Mello sighs and walks over to the bathroom, then the kitchen, returning with five pain killers and a mug of coffee. "Drink it. It's ten times better than that fag in your mouth." Matt deadpans yet again as he blows out smoke and presses the cigarette butt into the ashtray before taking the coffee and pills. "Thanks," he whispers before he puts the pills in his mouth and drinks from his mug, ignoring the burning sensation in his lungs because it felt so soothing compared to his hangover. "Hey…" Mello whispers and his lover looked back at him with his green eyes. They were so dull—he was tired—the blonde could tell, so he gently lays the red head in his lap and brushes his hair back lightly. "Can you tell me what happened with Kira?"
"I was pinned down Mel. Takada's bodyguards had me by gunpoint, then out of nowhere he comes running at me, throwing himself on top of me to shield the raining bullets from my body. Kira bloody saved me, and then… I saved him…"
Mello's eyes widened, "What do you mean?"
"I rushed him to the hospital Mel, what else would I mean?" Matt responds in annoyance and sighs. "Anyways, the bloody prat was wearing a bullet proof vest so he didn't get hit in any vital areas. Fuck, I'm so pissed right now…" Matt murmurs and Mello kisses him lightly. "What are you doing?"
"Distracting you babe, no more talk of Kira, let's just be glad we're still alive…" Mello murmurs before he kisses Matt again, the red head grasping the back of the blonde's head and deepening the kiss. God had Matt missed him. They'd said their parting words yesterday before kidnapping Takada, and he just realized that they could've been their last. Fuck what if they had? Would it all be worth dying for in the end? No, Matt hadn't accomplished really anything in this damned world; he wasn't ready for death… no fucking way. Mello tasted the same, chocolate, sweet and bitter all the same and Matt had missed it for twenty four hours. It'd seemed like a lifetime though and Matt closed his eyes shut, lingering on the kiss a little longer before Mello pulled away and decided that he was going to pull Matt's shirt over his head.
"What're you…?"
"Isn't it obvious babe? I'm gonna fuck you, right here and right now."
Matt smirked, the taste of the red head's cigarette still lingered as Mello placed another foreboding kiss upon his lover's lips and the red head finally replied, their lips still brushing, "Who said I would deny something as tempting as that?" The blonde smirked as well as he kissed the red head again, this time, removing Matt's shirt completely and throwing it somewhere across the living room, forgetting about the garment merely seconds after it'd been removed. Mello had Matt firmly pinned to the couch, his tongue down the younger man's throat and he was moaning—he needed air—but he needed Mello to fuck him more, because the damned bastard had gotten a bit too horny at the thought of the blonde naked.
Just one problem.
Matt was a virgin.
And Mello, well, let's just say he'd been around one too many times.
~*~*~
Fuck. Matt was truly not ready for this.
He'd skipped out on Mello, leaving him to go check on bloodyfucking Kira in the hospital. Matt didn't know why he'd done it actually—he'd wanted Mello to fuck him, he'd wanted no one else to take his virginity. They'd been friends since childhood, they'd trusted each other. Even when Mello had left for three years, leaving the red head all to his lonesome, and only returning to the poor boy scarred from the fire of an explosion. And now Matt was leaving the blonde, and for Kira no less—Fuck Matt couldn't describe this feeling, this urge, he had to go see the damned bastard. He hated him right? That's what he'd been led and educated to believe, so how come now of all times Matt decided to go visit Kira in the hospital?
And the look that Mello gave Matt. Fuck it was so beautiful and saddening and so fucking hard to get away from. The poor blonde had been shoved away by his younger red haired lover so angrily. The expression upon the chain smoker's face was one of annoyance and it broke Mello's heart actually. But the red head left regardless, taking a taxi because his '76 orange charger was somewhere in the middle of the bloody city.
~*~*~
"How is he?" were the first words that came out of Matt's mouth as he walked up to Matsuda. "He's conscious actually. Woke up first thing this morning, groaning something about a red jewel." Matt deadpans—fuck his bright red hair—and he walks into Light's
room silently. Light was sitting there looking out the window peacefully. But there was something that the red head couldn't deny. It was that insane beauty, the purity of Kira's lying face that overtook Matt and reeled him in to that self-proclaimed entity. "Hey," Matt whispers breaking Light from his daydream and staring up at the chain smoker with molten amber eyes. Fuck, that was unexpected and so bloody sexy—Matt wanted to rip the clothes from Kira's—what the hell am I thinking?!
"Hey… I… didn't quite catch your name…" Light laughed at the comment. "It's Matt. How are you feeling?"
"Like hell but I'll survive. Good thing I was wearing that bullet proof vest." The brunette managed but the red head couldn't place how someone such as Light Yagami, someone so bloodyfucking beautiful, could be fucking Kira. It didn't add up. "Hey, Kira." Matt suddenly whispers and Light's honey colored eyes widened in shock. "What'd you call me?" It was a snarl that came from Light's lips at that moment. Matt smirks. Kira didn't like being called Kira out of no where. Maybe L had gotten to him, maybe Kira didn't really like being Kira anymore. "You bloody heard me you bleedin' prat. Why in the hell did you fucking save me last night? There was certainly not anything in it for you but you threw yourself in front of those bullets to save my arse so I ask again…" He leaned in closer. "Why'd you fucking save me?" it was a sharp whisper in Light's ear, and the flat out truth was that the brunette didn't bloody know why he'd saved him. He'd just sprung at the situation without thinking about it thoroughly.
"I don't…" Matt then threw a blow at Kira's face with his fist.
"Don't you bloody tell me that you don't know why! Fuck, you've killed so many criminals and you think that by saving one person makes everything go away?! You even tried to kill Mello, twice!" Light smirks and Matt cursed at himself because he'd said too much. Fuck. "Ah, so you're the bastard's lover huh?" God did Light want to get up from that damned bed and stare Matt down like the entity he declared he was. "Do you realize that Mello caused my father's untimely death?"
"Do you think I care? You're Kira, don't tell me that you actually care about people." The red head retorted, his teeth grit, his fist clenched ready to strike the bastard again. "Anyways, you can't get up can you?" Matt mentions and the brunette slight's his glare at the younger man. "You're in so much pain that you can barely move right?" Light's lips quirked up, oh was the red head ever so wrong. Especially when the brunette stood from that bed without wincing or cringing in pain and stood above Matt victoriously. "Can you honestly be so sure?" The brunette responded as the younger man grimaces up at him. Damn him for being so fucking beautiful—since Matt couldn't keep his eyes off of Kira, and he tried hard not to let his eyes wander to places they shouldn't—"You know… there's something about you that stinks of Ryuuzaki…" Light leans in closer to Matt, pinning him against the wall.
"That's because I am a successor of Ryuuzaki's. Not that I really care for the title. Though I'd rather Mel get the title instead of stupid Near."
"Ah, so you hate that bastard?"
"Nah, I don't really—" Matt's eyes widen in realization. "Shut your trap Kira! I'm not here to spill my guts to you!" Fuck, the bastard was so smooth! Matt was furious, nothing he could do could faze the murderer and that smirk on his face, it pulled Matt in. He wanted to kiss those lush lips, not that he'd openly admit that, but there was a sort of thrill in kissing Kira, the red head figured.
"Hey, what's the date?"
"The twenty seventh, why?"
Light's stare softens as he sits back down on his bed. "Ah, so I have one more day…"
"What are you going on about now?" Fuck, that hangover didn't go away and now Matt was even more annoyed than before. Kira eyed Matt's expression of annoyance.
"Were you out drinking last night?"
"Wha—how'd you know?" Light shrugs. "I can smell the liquor on you… and smoke, which is disgusting by the way." Light explains and Matt crosses his arms. "So what if I smoke? Not like you're my lover or anything…" Matt just had to say that didn't he? It was a stupid mistake and he regretted it seconds after saying it since Kira's smirk returned to his beautiful lips. The bloody brunette leaned in closer to Matt and whispers, "I can always make that happen you know." The red head grit his teeth in anger. He'd just challenged Kira unwillingly and Matt kinda had the urge to let the bastard have his way, but it was a slight urge that was quickly ignored. "Never would I ever be with the likes of you, Kira." Matt snarled and the brunette smirks wider.
"I'd beg to differ… it's obvious that you want me." Fuck. The bleedin' git was smart. Too smart, and Matt couldn't hold in his composure for very long. Damn… I need a smoke… "Fuck off." Matt chose, but Kira was smarter than that. He could read the flitting emotions that contorted the red head's face. Anger, lust, and the urge to kill—though Light didn't over look the lustful one—and Matt cursed at himself because he knew that Kira knew how he was feeling. But Light wanted to venture that red head's mouth. "Fuck off?" Kira mocked and Matt grit his teeth at the murderer. So he did the unexpected and crashed his lips against Matt's harshly. The red head could've punched Kira and it would've been lights out, and he was about to until Light pulled away and smirked wickedly. Fuck, the red head wanted more but he couldn't ask for more could he?
"I think that you quite enjoyed it. Wanna go for another?" Light asked, his voice husky and his lips inches from Matt's. Yes—Matt wanted to say it, of all the sinful things he wanted Kira—the damned bastard was so full of sex appeal and so… Fuck it! Matt grabbed Light's shirt and pulled him into a hard and brutal kiss, and he languished in Light's touch. And soon enough, Kira's tongue was down Matt's throat and the red head was fighting back, pulling Light closer to him, digging his blunt nails into the brunette's back and matching his kisses to the formers just to keep up. And fuck was the bastard good at this! The kiss was poison, addicting and Matt wanted more. Still he kept telling himself how fucked up this all was, but Matt didn't care. He kept on kissing that beautiful brunette until he was at a loss of air, till they both were, parting reluctantly and Kira smirked, licking his lips as he did it and Matt deadpanned. Pompous bastard, I should deck him for that. Matt said inwardly, then there was a knock at the door.
"Light?" The red head recognized that voice, a voice that should've been long gone, but he'd heard it. The door opened and a black haired pink eyed girl came into the room—only she was actually a he—not that Matt really recognized him anymore. "Oh god Light! How could you do this to me?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" The boy exclaimed and Light smirked.
"I'm sorry Airi-chan…" Light glances at Matt and finally the red head knew who he was standing next to.
"C-Chika-chan?!" That name was one that the raven hadn't heard in years, but he recognized it, staring up at Matt with those beautiful pink eyes of his. "Matt?" He asked and the red head nodded almost speechless. "Why are you here? How do you know Light?"
"I'm…" Matt paused. He hated that Kira saved him, he hated it straight to the core and didn't want to openly admit it.
"He's the one I risked my life for." Light answered for Matt and Airi glances back at the brunette. "No way!" The raven turns back to Matt and he nods slowly. Airi smiles kindly at his long time friend. "I had no idea that you were in such danger?"
"No one was supposed to know Chika-chan…" Matt replies kindly and the raven nods. "I understand, but Matt… my name is and has been for six years, Airi. Please address me as so."
Matt nods, Airi definitely didn't look like he'd aged at all, he looked the same as the red head remembered, fifteen years old, that's how the raven looked. He even dressed the same, girly clothes—all those dresses and frilly things that the boy wore made him looked incredibly like a girl—it made Matt blush and then he became furious when he saw Light and Airi exchange a quick kiss. What. The. Fuck. Airi's with Kira? Does he know? Did L ever know? What about Airi's feelings for L?!
Matt places his hand on Airi's shoulder and the raven looked back at him. "Yes Matt-kun?" Matt gulped. How could he ask such a question in front of Kira himself? Matt shook his head. No! Fuck Kira! Airi has to know! "Airi-san… do you realize that you're with Kira?"
The room went silent and Matt felt himself start to sweat nervously. Did Airi not know that Light was Kira? Did Matt just reveal something he wasn't supposed to? Oh fuck, what a mess he was in. but suddenly Airi and Light both began laughing. "Matt… hun, I brought Kira back. I've always known he was Kira." Airi explains and his green eyes widened in shock. There was the trademark Wammy's "wut" face plastered on Matt. What the hell was this world coming to? Wammy's number one being Kira's lover, Matt wanting more of Kira, and the fact that Kira himself risked his life for someone else. Hell, Matt wished that he were dead.
"Anyways, I'm checking you out of the hospital Light-kun."
"All right, get me out of this hell hole baby." Light cooed and Airi giggles. Baby? The fuck? Kira's a softy? "Hey Matt-kun, wanna stay with Light and I?" Airi offers and Matt's eyes widen. "You don't have to but I'd like to catch up on old times with you. You were one of my good friends back at Wammy's." Airi reminds and Matt nods. "All right, but only because its you." Matt responds and within seconds of answering, the red head's phone rings. He nonchalantly put a finger up. "Yes?" He answered, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.
"Where the fuck are you?!" It was Mello. Fuck. Matt turns around and sighs. "Code A, Mel…" Matt whispers and there's silence on the other end. "I understand, take as long as you need," was the blonde's answer before he added, "be careful…"
"I know." He then hangs up, turns around, and stares at Airi firmly. "All right, we can go now." Matt says, not answering the curious look upon Airi's face. Light smirks as he grabs hold of Airi's hand and it pissed Matt off. The fucker, does he know of my feelings for Airi too? "What do you want for dinner?" Airi asks Light, breaking Matt away from his thoughts.
"Hmm… something with potatoes. I don't care what." Light answers and Airi laughs. "You always want potatoes." Light looks away from his raven haired lover with a wide grin.
"Not always," Light remarks, insinuating other things than food, aka Airi, whose face went completely red at that remark. Matt sighs a bit as they reach the receptionist.
"May I help you?" The receptionist asks and Airi nods. "Yes, I'd like to check out a patient." The woman nods as she types away on her keyboard. "Name?" Matt pulls his PSP out and ignores his surroundings as he began playing his video games. He was completely out of it, just pressing away at the buttons quickly, it didn't even look like Matt was awake past those yellow tinted goggles, but he was, because as Light reached to take the PSP from the red head, those green eyes glared up at Kira. Light smirks coolly and Matt shakes his head and ignores him again as he continues playing his games. Fucker.
~*~*~
"All right, welcome to our humble abode," Airi welcomes and Matt's eyes widen behind his goggles—he actually had to remove the eyewear from his face to admire the craftsmanship of the house. Fuck, Kira must've been rich to afford something like this. It was a Victorian styled house with two floors. The kitchen was down the hall, facing the kitchen east was the dining room, and there was a spare room with a master bath to the west. Matt was sure he'd seen the massive three car garage as he'd walked up the steps to the front porch, Light's 1973 Firebird wasn't short of power, so Matt wondered what other wonders were stashed away within that garage. Matt had yet to see the second floor but that could wait, right? He was sure he'd be sleeping in the first floors spare room anyways. "Well, its not all that humble, a bit much for only two people, but welcome to our home." Light corrected his raven haired lover before he kissed Airi tenderly. "Now go make some food, I'm sure our guest is famished," the brunette adds and Airi smiles and nods before he leaves to go to the kitchen.
"So where am I staying tonight?" Matt asks kindly, even though he knew he was clearly talking to the fucking murderer Kira himself. Goddammit did the red head want to smash Light's face in with his fist and his lips both, and that was fucked up wasn't it?
"In the spare room behind you." Light smirks down at the red head. "Wanna see it?" Light asks tenderly as he opens the door and allows Matt to enter. His emerald eyes widened at the beauty of the room. It was massive and filled with the finest furnishings, and there was a huge flat screen HD TV with an assortment of several game systems and shelves filled with video games. Matt's jaw dropped at that and Light smirks. "I'm guessing that you like it?"
"I love it!" Matt exclaims a little too loudly, causing him to place his hand over his mouth and calm himself. "I mean, it's pretty cool. It'll do." He corrected himself and Light closes the door. The younger man turns around quickly, only to be caught by the lips of Kira yet again. Fuck! Light pins the younger against the wall and kisses Matt harder and more lustfully than the last kiss had been acted. Goddammit the murderer was perfect at this! Matt then began kissing the brunette back, wrapping his fingers around the fabric of Light's expensive dress shirt, wanting to rip it from his golden body. Light shuts his eyes, letting himself memorize Matt's touch, the way he kissed, the way he reacted, everything. Light would get what he wanted, and he wanted Matt as another one of his lovers. But suddenly, the brunette pulls away and Matt gives Light the kicked puppy face, but the killer only smirks. "I don't want Airi-chan to worry." Light pets Matt's red mussy hair and walks away. "Take a shower. You reek of smoke and alcohol." He obviously wasn't very humble himself, but Matt shrugged. He didn't care what he smelled like; if it kept the beautiful killer away from him then he didn't care. "And even if you don't shower, I'll still bruise your bitter but adorably kissable lips." Well that idea's being thrown out the window! Damn Kira! Matt grits his teeth at the brunette.
"Fine, I'll take a damned shower." Matt agrees and Light pets the red head's hair again. "That's a good puppy." He mocks and Matt growls as Kira began walking out of the room.
"I'm not a fucking dog!" Matt calls and sighs as he walks into the bathroom. Those green eyes yet again widened at the magnificence of this house's craftsmanship. "Where the fuck is he getting his money?!"
"It's from me." Matt about jumped three feet at the appearance of Airi with a handful of towels.
"What if I'd been naked?!" Matt shouts and Airi shrugs.
"I'm not sure but it's a good thing you aren't right?" Airi responds and hands the towels to Matt. "Anyways, the money is mine. This house is not Light-kun's, it is mine."
"But where'd you get your money?" Matt questions and Airi frowns. "Inheritance from Grandfather…"
"Watari?! You received Watari's fortune?!"
"I…" Airi's eyes begin to water. "Excuse me…" The raven then took his quick leave and Matt furrows his eyebrows guiltily. "Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?" Matt curses under his breath as he took his shirt off and then his pants, stepping into the walk-in shower and basks in the hot water. If there was anything Matt never wanted to do, it was hurt Airi's feelings—and apparently he'd done just that, and not knowing what to do to fix it was gonna be heart wrenching and nerve wracking—not to mention that Kira was in the wait.
~*~*~
Dinner was quiet.
Airi was obviously still upset with Matt and Light was practically soaking it all in. What a sadist… Matt hissed to himself as he glared at Kira from the corner of his eye. Yet again, Matt wanted to punch Kira's face in and it was about time for him to do so, but not with Airi in their presence. The poor boy was trapped under Kira's spell and he couldn't free himself, and oh god did Matt want to free him. He and Airi had been best friends at Wammy's, they were practically inseparable—Mello always tagged along—so of course Matt had a soft spot for the beautiful boy.
Airi stood to excuse himself, his brown haired lover giving him a soft look and the raven placing his soft hand on Light's shoulder before he walked into the kitchen to wash his dishes. So now Matt and Light were all alone, again, and the younger was feeling the strong stare of Kira on him as he played with his food. Goddammit! Don't fucking pull your gun on him! He deserves it but…! Ah fuck! Matt stands from the table and brings his plate to Airi before heading back towards his room. But perfect fucking Kira was there to greet him graciously as he sat upon the red head's bed. "What do you fucking want?" Matt questions angered and Light smirks.
"Ah, there's the answer." Light retorts and Matt was utterly confused.
"What are you fuck—" At that Light slams Matt against the wall again; clasping his hand firmly around the younger's neck. "I want to fuck Matt."
"Then go get Airi-san to do it." Matt seethes and Light's perfect grin drops as he stares down at the green eyed red head firmly. "No Matt, I want to fuck you." Kira whispers and Matt's cheeks burn red in embarrassment. He releases his hold on his neck but that same hand moves up Matt's shirt, his soft perfect skin brushing over virgin skin. It hadn't been touched like this before, it seemed that Mello hadn't done the job of the lover, but that only made Light's job that more interesting. Matt shudders at the perfect touch of Light's finger tips and tries to push him away.
"You love Airi-san?"
"Yes, I love him with all of my heart," Light answers as if it was something he repeated many times.
"Then you can't—" Light cuts Matt's sentence with his lips, pursing Matt's lips, shutting him up indefinitely. Because that kiss made Matt melt. It made him want to beg for more, for Kira to actually fuck him, because if Kira's kiss was so fucking great, how would he make other things feel? "Airi-chan knows that I have my urges, my obsessions. He doesn't care because at the end of the day…" Light grins widely. "I'm the one who is next to him in bed. I'm the one who comforts and loves him." He finishes and Matt stares up at the beauty with his jade eyes half-lidded. Fuck the man was a marvelous sight to look at, and he wanted Kira inside of him. The fucked logic that was going through his mind didn't cease and Matt was going along with his urges as well, and fuck he was getting hard by looking at the man! Matt grits his teeth, "If you're gonna fuck me then do it already…" It was a whisper, barely a whisper but Light had heard him—whether or not Matt had wanted him to—and the self-proclaimed god nodded and began sucking on Matt's neck.
Oh god was the younger's moan so perfect in Light's ear, the vibration of Matt's vocal chords only helped Light to suck and nip harder on the red head's neck. It'd be bruised and loved by the end of the night, and Kira would finally get what he wanted. Matt gripped on Light's arms tightly as he tried to keep himself from floating away. He'd never known that his neck was so sensitive and to have his enemy find out wasn't something his pride was too happy about, but the red head kept moaning with pleasure, his grip tightening, and his eyes shutting tightly with passion. Matt moves his head farther back to give the former better access to his neck and moaned lustfully at a nip that was a little too rough but Matt's masochistic personality enjoyed it, loved the feeling of being bitten.
Soon enough, Matt's shirt had been removed and Light's expensive dress shirt had been ripped open—several buttons had been scattered across the room—and Matt tugged on Light's jeans, wanting them both to be exposed, even though he knew that he was the one more vulnerable. But did he care? No. He wanted to be fucked senseless. Fucked raw and hard and fast until he bled, and Matt knew that Kira would give him that. Kira was a sadist, a masochist, and a fucking damned good lover apparently. It was strewn across his face as plain as day, and Matt wanted him so bad. He couldn't deny it any longer—no matter how much his pride was hurt, no matter how much he told himself no—Matt knew that he was just lying to himself, and he gave in.
Light then unbuttoned his jeans letting them drop along with his boxers and afterwards, he began unbuckling Matt's belt, letting the jeans hang upon the red head's hips. Then the murderer's lips crushed and bruised Matt's lips yet again, their kisses turning into bites and licks, Kira's tongue soon down the red head's throat and Matt's perfectly beautiful moaning embracing Light fully. Air was needed, and they received it as Light pulled away and unbuttoned Matt's jeans, letting them drop along with the boxers. "Fuck me Light, fuck me hard…" Matt gasps, eyes half lidded, and Light complies as he throws Matt against the bed fiercely and without even bothering to ask, pushes himself into the sinful heat and Matt hisses at the pain. "Ah… fuck!" Matt gasps, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to keep back the tears of pain. Light grasps Matt's hips tightly before he begins thrusting in and out of the red head a bit slow at first, to try to get the younger to recognize the feeling, then he began pounding into the former rough and fast. Matt bites his bottom lip hard, and grips the sheets that didn't end the pleasurable pain and moans loudly. Light leans in, continuously thrusting fiercely in and out of the red head, and whispers, "Shh Matty… He can hear you…" Matt gives Light a glare before he gasps loudly because the brunette had gone deep enough to cause Matt to see stars, to make him moan loudly. And fuck it felt so bloody good. "Nn… right there…" He begged and moaned and Light gave the former what he wanted. He hit Matt's prostate again and again, enjoying every moan that came from the younger's mouth so perfectly.
"Mn… Harder!" Matt begged and Light did just that, slamming into the younger animalistically and his green eyes widened and watered in pain when he felt his flesh break within him. He winced and grit his teeth as he came hard onto the white sheets. Fuck he'd have to clean them before he could sleep. Light soon spread his juices within the red head and pulled out of him gently, wiping the blood and cum from his cock before glancing back at the beautiful red head gasping for air on the bed. Light smiled as he sat next to Matt and brushed his wet red hair back so he could see the exhausted look upon his face. "Was this… your first time?" Light knew the answer, hell he could tell by the way he simply placed his hand on Matt's skin, but it was just fun to hear the younger say it.
"Y-Yeah…" Matt admits tiredly. He didn't care about his fucking pride anymore. He didn't even care that he was in the presence of Kira, because the fucker was a god damned god in bed, not that he'd admit it aloud.
Light smirks, "So how was it? You satisfied?" He was messing with him, Matt knew he was, but couldn't fight back because his energy had been depleted so quickly. Hell he wasn't sure he'd be able to move. So he gave Kira a slight nod and tried to get up, to try to lay down on his back and just rest a bit, but the insufferable pain kept him from doing so. "I think that you're a little too fragile. I didn't even fuck you that hard. You should've seen how hard I fucked L once, he enjoyed it so—" Light's eyes widen when he sees Matt shoot him a sharp glare.
"You fucked L-sama." It was meant to be a question but it sure didn't come out that way and Light sighs.
"Yes, I loved L. He was very important to me." Fuck, he's fucked L too?! Goddammit, why'd I have to become part of the ranks?! Matt asks himself and Light rubs his thumb over Matt's cheek. "I haven't yet started to find something worth wild about you but I'm sure I'll find it and then you'll officially be my lover." Light explains and Matt grits his teeth.
"I'll never be your fucking lover!" Matt curses and Light smirks as he grabs his clothes and walks towards the door. "We'll see about that…" The brunette remarks before taking his leave and letting Matt all to himself, even though he obviously wasn't moving for quite some time.