Awake
Mello woke up groggy but emotional, which he didn't mind, and nestled in a stranger's covers, which he did. As he propped himself up, a body behind him shifted and slipped out of the bed.
"Mello! It's good to see you again. How long it has been, almost…" but before the half naked girl could finish, he had to interrupt.
"Who are you, and what the fuck am I doing here." He asked bluntly.
"You don't remember?" the dark haired girl placed her hands to her face in shock. "And a-after all the th-things I let you do to me last n-night…sob" and at that, she turned around and held herself, shaking all the while.
Mello ripped the sheets off, and found that he was stark naked. He quickly covered himself back up. "Wait, listen I don't remember anything last night that I-I-uhm..," he blushed. Rarely did he ever have encounters like this.
"Ah ha, I always wanted to try that on you." The dark haired girl turned around beaming viciously, letting him snatch a good glimpse of her face. Instantly, he recognized her.
"Sin? That's you? Didn't you get sent away for...?" The last Mello remembered of her, she was being carried on a stretcher out of Wammy's house. Blood was seeping from all four limbs, and her skin was pale as the waning moon. Although she had intellect that matched even Near…Near.
"Hey, where's Near?" His memory was coming back. "I still need to ask that bastard for my photo back! Let me go b…" Her face dimmed ever so slightly. More memories of the past flooded in, memories he felt better off forgetting.
"Never mind. That can wait. Just tell me where I am."
"You're dead." She replied with a straight face. Mello paled dramatically. A few weeks ago, he found out Shinigami existed. How farfetched would it be if they killed him, and hell was a confusing white room to face the past?
"Actually, you're in the SPK headquarters. And Near already returned the photo alread." For proof, Sin pulled out his picture from her bra. Mello flushed again. "After transitions finished, I pricked you with tranquilizer that was a bit… too much…eheh" she coughed nervously then continued. "There's a needle mark on your gun hand." As Mello examined his hand, she backed away. Both knew of the intellectual effects something like that could have; he glared daggers at her.
"Alright. I'll let that one pass. But I'm getting out of this asylum right now." He was really getting aggravated now and was looking around for a door, but more importantly, clothes and his gun. He found the latter articles on a chair on the far side of the room and decided they could wait.
"Unfortunately, Near's asleep right how…" she replied haphazardly, lifting her arms. "He said that if you happened to wake up at night, I should just try to get information out of you, although you probably weren't supposed to hear that," she shrugged.
"Anyways, the point is, he locked us in here until morning for his own sick amusement: when I shoved you in here I was locked in. There's the clock, and it's 2 am, so we have 4 hours left until we can leave. Trust me, I'm enjoying this just as much as you are right now."
"What!" Mello burst. "This is the fucking Kira case of all things! Does he not realize the seriousness of the situation! Tell him to play his twisted games when this it's finished!"
"Uh right. Well there's the clock, and it's 2 am, so…"
"Fine. I get it. For humiliating me like this, he's dead if I ever get him alone. Now where's the damn bathroom? I need to clear my mind." Sin dutifully pointed a finger at another smaller room while short hair shrouded the expression on her face. A shower, sink and toilet could be seen from here. He scurried over, back towards the girl, and hopped into the rather spacious shower.
Sin lay on the bed for a few more minutes to think about the consequences of their banter, then placed the photo in his pants pocket. She managed to maneuver to the stall, open it, and get in before Mello could do anything too brash. The blonde turned around, and as he did, she spotted twin streams of water sourcing from his eyes just before he turned back. Although that was probably water, she reasoned with herself.
"Get out now," Mello hissed, voice cracking. No attempt was made to cover any part of his immaculate body. She took in every part of him with greedy eyes.
"Whatever happened to us?" her sultry voice distracted him allowing her to embrace him from the front. He twisted wearily but succumbed to the familiar grip. "We used to do this all the time when we were younger."
A short pause ensued. "Then you left!" he cried out bitterly. "How could you just decide to leave like that! And on a stretcher? Did it really have to be that dramatic?" He turned around with vigour and gesticulated with his hands. "Why couldn't you confide in me?"
"I'm sorry Mello. I just…" With her face buried in his chest, she was immobilized by his surprisingly snug grip. "I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault. I didn't plan it out well enough. When Near told me about the aftermath…" her voice no longer had the sarcastic edge he was used to.
"Why…?" he could barely be heard over the roar of water. The blonde was used to shouting obscenities at his fellow humans, but he never imagined encountering Sin again. Her grip tightened, and all that would come out of her mouth was I'm sorry.
They stayed like this until their grips slacked and cries dispersed down the drain. I missed you, they both thought, and shared fleeting contact as heads tilted. Memories of the room they shared, their lives after the incident, flooded back with held back tears, and the process began again.
The pain seemed to ebb with each moment they now spent in the present. Nothing could be changed but the future, and both wanted something better for the other than what was previously received.
"This might seem inappropriate because of the situations we're in," Mello began. "But it's likely that I'll die soon since my name's been leaked. Although you should know this after watching me for so long..." His grip loosened as she felt one of his hands snap open her bra from behind. "For old time's sake, before you leave I…"
She knew what he was going to say, and made her move before he finished. "I agree. For old time's sake." With a loving hand against his scar, she pressed her lips onto his, and their tongues explored the once acquainted cavities once more. Meanwhile, one of her hands sneaked down to stroke him.
She moaned in pain as he bit down from the gesture, but quickly changed to pleasure as he began to rub her as well. This continued for quite a while, until Mello decided to no longer contain his ecstasy.
He released his grip and spun her around, so Sin was pressed against a glass wall. She looked back and waved herself enticingly for him, smiling and sounding his name all the while hot water continued to drown their sorrows.
Her underwear was gone in a flash. Mello toyed around with her opening before he would dare insert himself. As always she would recoil at first, then relax and push against him in lust. That signaled him to start moving.
"Hey, there aren't any cameras or bugs in here…right?" the blonde asked somewhat self consciously.
"Actually yes. Near wanted to keep trap of anything important," Sin answered meekly. Enraged, Mello thrust violently. She was always amazed at how he could bear wearing such constricting leather.
"Ahgn…but I've already deactivated them, hmm?" A barrage of questions ensued, but their paces continued throughout.
"Why did you work with Near?"
"When I was released, more minds were needed to work on the Kira case. I couldn't refuse on such a pressing matter. Anyways, the main suspect is a lady killer." She grinned as he rolled his eyes.
"What was your favourite part of the mafia?" At that, she slipped off of him and placed a leg on his hip. He held it up and slid into her once more.
"Heh, that's easy. Unlimited chocolate."
"You haven't changed. I'm glad." Sin was being sincere for a change. He was also glad.
"Did you do it with Near yet?" Mello began to increase his pace, although she didn't really think that was possible.
"To my surprise, and your dismay, yes." His fingers were digging into her painfully now. "But only once...! Even if I wanted it again, it just wasn't possible with the other members here 24/7."
"Was it any good?" There was no change in his movement yet, but she would anticipate the worst. She was familiar with the extents of his anger during their session.
"Ahn, you would want to know, eh?" Sin enjoyed goading him. It usually improved his performance. Usually.
"Just answer the question bitch." Mello was getting visibly angry now. She decided it was in her best interest to answer him quickly. He could make it hurt if he wanted too, just like it was now.
"Yeah, he was. But hopefully Kheele-san can prove me wrong again?" At that, she walked out on him for the last time to return with two white towels.
"At least dry off your hair before we get started." True to her word, she began with her hair, and sat down on the bed she conveniently made while he was still busy.
"Seriously?" the blonde replied by throwing the towel down and sauntering towards her. It took a bit longer, since he went to retrieve his gun first, which was then placed on the nearby tableside. To her surprise, he leapt past her and sat down with his back pressed against the head board. He turned to her with the usual confidence plastered on his face.
"What are you waiting for? Blow me dry," he said with not a hint of sheepishness. A previously vulnerable demeanor was being replaced by his more hostile one. His erect member unabashedly stood up straight.
Sin hesitated for a moment, annoyed by his arrogance. She kneeled between his legs anyways and planted a wet kiss on the lips, which was returned with interest once he was touched. When he decided to free her mouth she slid her tongue his clean chest. Mello shivered noticeably, so she continued some more at his nipple, and pinched with her free hand.
Eventually, she touched his tip. His member swelled and pulsated once more, anticipating more of her flesh by releasing a spurt of precum. His body wasn't disappointed when her mouth skimmed deeper and deeper over him. Knowing him so well, Sin predicted when he would climax and prepared to let go. The blonde has other plans though. He pressed her head back down, with some resistance, and came.
Sin flipped her head back the moment she could, hands placed palm down against the mattress. There was an audible gulp as her head tilted. Mello continued his Cheshire grin. With nothing else stimulating him, he was forced to use his own hands to keep himself hard.
"Good no?" Actually, he did. The bitter sweet taste from his chocolate really suited his persona.
"I'm not going to answer that. I'm screwed either way, right?" She wiped her mouth and smiled submissively, just like he wanted her. His attitude was back, the one she remembered from so long ago.
Sin sat down legs spread beside her lover. Mello took her towel and tied it around her head, blinding her. Riding her of one sense would make everything that much more stimulating. It was so effective in fact, that they woke up the students inhabiting the rooms all over the floor the first time they dared do this. Yes, the situation was embarrassing as it possibly could be in such a tight knit community.
He lay down in front of her with his legs extending the length of the bed. She readied herself by clutching the side of the bed with one hand, and placing the other on his head, but not daring to pull it forward.
"Okay, I get it, I'll hurry up. Geez." Sin moaned enticingly. That got his attention. He slipped arms under her legs, pulling her towards him and sliding her down the mattress with a constrained grunt of effort.
Light kisses browsed the centre of her opening, causing her to spasm. When she calmed down, Mello let the tip of his tongue explore her entire length. Although he wanted to scoop into her straight away, he had to admit watching her orgasm was his most potent aphrodisiac. She didn't stop squirming yet, but he decided that it'd been long enough and started sucking the clit, even biting down harshly at times. Now she was whimpering genuinely and writhing fitfully, turning him on. The sadist inside him clicked with the masochist inside her, and that was blatant even out of these contexts.
The blonde dry humped the bed as he continued eating her out, still tormenting her relentlessly as she thrust. She's gone through enough, Mello thought as he thrust a tongue in. As he wormed through every inch of her, wet contrations trying to force him out made it all the more entertaining. Mello knew she was just about to orgasm. While she was distracted, he reached for his gun.
But it wasn't there. Sin had the revolver placed in her mouth. Mello paled for the second time that day. Am I that bad? he thought in dismay as he pulled out of her. Sin pushed his head away. He saw her tongue darting around the barrel; the muzzle was deep inside her throat. Desperately he wanted to be the one holding that gun, but it probably wasn't a good idea to do anything now.
His revolver went into her as soon as the digits left, and all he could do was stare in arousal. "Ungh…"a moan slipped out of her seductively.
Cold metal burned against her feverish flesh, and the experience caused her to cum over the gun in moments. Sin, now calm, wiped the liquids on a side of the bed. The blonde assaulted her parts once more to lick her clean immediately.
With his hands finally freed, he pulled her even further down. Scrambling over her still blindfolded body, he was able to insert his now painfully swollen boner into her flesh. Her body arched at the sudden intrusion but was grinding with him seconds later. They both moaned for the other with effort, pacing faster and faster than their previously juvenile bodies could ever have dreamed of.
A sudden movement caught Mello's eye. The girl had whipped off the makeshift blindfold, and brought his head towards her breasts. He accepted the gesture gratefully, the first time she had ever initiated such an action.
With his hands still pressed against the mattress, he lowered his head until he could suck an erect nipple. Sin watched him maneuver this, noting that his thrusting maintained constant and the likeliness of his position to push ups. Aroused by his physique, she panted a little faster for him.
They maintained this for quite a while. Back at Wammy's house, this was the one of the few positions they both enjoyed and sustain throughout the night. Finally they came, one then the other instants after. He rolled off and spooned her for a while.
Sin broke the silence first. "You're not divulging anything pertaining to the Kira case, are you?" She turned around and traced his scar delicately.
"Not until we finish catching up." He lifted her hand off his face and returned it to somewhere needier.
"That sounds reasonable."