Well this story is now a three-shot. (Yeah I know I've been switching around with it a lot . Hush!) I was looking through my list of story prompts and saw "Delete: Matt shares his story. (Sequel to Control)" and I remembered that I planned ot make Control into Control Alt Delete. So I will upload chapter two shortly.

I do not own Death Note so you can't sue me. You wouldn't be a able to get any money anyways.


Control

Mello's POV


I love it when you're like this. Not playing your video games while lounging on the couch but when you're kissing me with a passion that you don't share any other time. You're alive and on fire. You're my Matt and I want you completely.

Your fingers are tangled in my hair as my tongue searches your mouth and I love it. I love the little sounds you make and the way you taste like cinnamon. It mixes so well with chocolate.

Taking hold of your hips I grind you down on me as you moan softly in my ear. There are too many clothes between us but I don't mind. I love the pleasurable torture it gives me.

I smirk when you pull my hands from your hips and push them against the back of the couch. It's exciting when you take control but you know it won't last long. Biting you tongue gently I push you back onto the coffee table and you hiss as the edge of the wood digs into your back.

Secretly we both know you love it. You arch up into me as I rub our groins together while trailing kisses down your neck. It's gentle and sets your skin on fire, heat rushing through you. I know you so well yet there's more that I will never see.

Pausing for a moment, the sound of our breathing fills the air as our eyes meet. Your goggle are gone, where, I don't know, but I like the fact that I can see your eyes.

Placing a soft kiss to you lips I can feel you smile as your eyes slip closed. You kiss me back and the moment is gone as it grows deeper. But I know what I saw in your eyes. I see it every time we're like this. When you let your shields down.

It was there at Wammy's but I'm not sure if you were better at hiding it or if I grew to know you better. I know you'll tell me about it when you're ready.

Placing your legs so they're wrapped around my waist I lift you from the table and carry you to the room. Your head is resting on my shoulder as your fingers once again run through my hair. You don't tug or tangle, simply run them through in a calming manner that contradicts the need and lust between us.

Tossing you unceremoniously on the bed I watch hungrily as you strip out of your clothes while I remove my own. You flush when you notice my intense gaze and I feel possessiveness wash over me.

You are mine, all mine.

When you pull me onto the bed you have a wicked look in your eyes and before I know it you've flipped us so that you're straddling me. Placing a hand on the bed by my head you use the other to grasp my cock and gruide it into you. My eyes go wide before rolling back in my head.

I hear you gasp and you anchor yourself by placing your hands on my shoulders before slumping forward. Our foreheads are touching, sweat plastering our hair to our faces.

Your body is trembling as you adjust to me, the absence of preparation and lubricant making things harder. I hold still, albeit barely, sensing that if I progress things too fast you'll break.

Maybe that's you're secret. Has someone hurt you before?

Feeling anger flare up I press my lips to yours desperately trying to banish the thought. You give into the kiss as you start to move. At first the thrust are just shallow, a mere gyration of your hips but they grow until you're dropping down on me.

The movements, the closeness, the taste of you sends me into a euphoria and I let out a growl before pushing you back against the bed and thrusting into you. Your nails bite into my shoulders as you buck into my thrusts creating a friction that tears the first verbal cry since we've started out of you. Smiling I quicken my pace watching for any signs that you want me to stop.

You give none and for that I'm glad. I wouldn't be able to if you'd asked.

Your legs are back around my waist, keeping me as close to as possible and you grab at my shoulders desperately as cries well from your throat. Your walls tighten around me and I groan.

Wrapping my arms around your waist I lift your hips into my thrusts, going deeper with each entry. You lean up and bite my neck as you cum and I follow along as the pain of your teeth breaking my skin mixing with the pleasure your body is giving me.

Pulling out of you after a moment I fall on my side and gather you in my arms. Your head is resting on my shoulder, your red hair damp with sweat and sticking to my skin.

It is in this moment that I want to ask you the most. I wish I could ask you why the shadows in your eyes remain even after the lust has disappeared. I want to ask why you flinch when I move too suddenly around you and why you hate being in crowds.

But even more than all of these questions I wonder why you thrust me. What have I done to earn your love?

I don't ask though, no matter how much I want to.

I know you'll tell me.


Word Count: 1080

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