Authors Note: So this story was previously just on a whim. I was in a complicated relationship at the time that ended badly. As I continued to write this story, a close friend of mine pointed out that I had been subconsciously writing the story pretty much to match my failed relationship. So here I am, months later. And I'm rewriting the entire thing. I'm going to try to use the same basic outline, but I've got better ideas, and a better sense of my characters. Please enjoy and review !
P.S, I don't own any of this. ANY of it.
A helpless, muffled cry echoed around a small, stingy room located on the rotten side of town right before the downtown turnpike of Tokyo. The carpet was a moldy looking red, with a patch of something not red very visible by the entrance. The old (once white, now yellow) floral wallpaper half peeled off, with off colored stains present all over. There was a brown vanity placed against the far wall with a large oval mirror facing the entrance. Diagonal from that, against another stressed out yellow wall was a small dresser with the tiniest television placed on top of it. Who knew if it even worked, with the scrawny little rabbit ears that were present on top, wires sticking out in various places, it probably couldn't get a signal from the next room over.
A tiny hallway branching off from the main room, included a shelf with a framed picture of the bible on it, a light switch, and a rusty bar that looked like it was supposed to be used to hang towels on (though this particular one looked like it might break if you touched it, or possibly spread hepatitis) The finishing touch was a single doorway leading off to a small bathroom. This hallway was the only thing to split the sleeping area from the room that was supposed to be a kitchen. A small rusty sink which only emitted water the temperature of ice cubes, and a not very trusty shelf with a microwave oven that many occupants wouldn't trust with their lives. There was a king size bed placed in the middle of this whole getup, squeaking rhythmically with two naked animals on it.
No, not quite animals, but yes, very close. Two bodies were tangled together in a mess of sweat and low groans. One of them was pinned under the other, both buck naked, skin glazed with a shiny coat of sweat, hair matted to both slacked faces as they touched each other. It was quite beautiful, the two of them. They clashed so harshly; startling red, against a blond so naturally golden it took your breath away.
They were both small pale figures- naturally fit. The boy with red hair was shorter than the other male. The blond angel had long arms wrapped around the smaller boy, his face was filled with pure joy as he rocked against his partner and was rewarded with another dragged out low groan. Panting filled the room as blond hair fell in front of a now concentrated face, and slowly, with much effort, harsh smokey gray eyes fluttered open to gaze into clouded green ones beneath him, one bit his lip, trying desperately not to let out the primal sounds building within himself, that were so desperately begging to be let out. The same sounds that were coming from the luscious body underneath his own.
Those large, startling eyes were clouded with pleasure, lust. Then as quick as they had widened, they were lost behind dark eyelids once more and smooth apricot lips parted, emitting a strangled noise that sounded like a mixture between a whimper and a moan. The smaller forms slender back curved upwards in an arch leaving a pale, strong arm to wrap around his back, taking the opportunity to hold his lover closer against his beating chest.
The body on top leaned down, capturing his chance to feed at the red heads soft parted lips, colliding their mouths together in unison as he thrust his hips once more down onto his helpless lover with a shared shutter of pleasure. Their bodies met and a startling cry came from the top of the pile as nails were dragged straight down his back, another shock wave of pain mixed with pleasure beyond belief rocked both boys bodies, and minds, as they cried out each others names, and the pile of limbs collapsed onto the bed coming harder than either had during sex any time previous in his life.
"Holy fuck Matt!"
"Nn, Jesus Christ Mello! Ahh!"
And it was pure bliss. As the boys laid there panting, in the proof of their sins, Mello felt an aching in his chest.
.
A pair of harsh gray eyes shot open accompanied by a quick gasp. It took a few slow moments for the golden haired male to really register what was happening. He was currently laying nude in bed, wrapped and twisted in the single sheet that covered his modesty as he slept. Heart beat racing behind his rib cage a slender white hand came up to grasp at the flesh over the throbbing area.
Mihael Keel's body was covered in cold beads of sweat and as he sat up he came to realize he was rather sexually excited from the very detailed dream he had experienced. He thought back to his dream, but all that really did for him was bring back blurs of red moving beneath him, and a distant sound of pleasant groaning to his mind, making something low in his body tighten. He could practically remember every sound, and every gasp coming out of Matt's beautiful soft lips, opening and closing against his body. That whiny yet soothing, needy voice. Begging, panting Mello's name. Mello's heart was beating again, and his excitement hadn't going away.
He shook his head, a loud frustrated sigh slipping past his lips as he slumped back, closing his eyes momentarily, and running his hands over his face. His hands found their way up through his tangled blonde locks of hair. These dreams ... Had to stop.
Matt and Mello had been together for a very long time.. since Wammy's house.
And now, well, now Mello was in a stingy motel, located in a shady area of town, where he could keep his cover as a mafia member hunting down Kira.
Matt was also a part of the mafia. With the brains that boy had he could be doing something much more useful, but all this time he had stuck by his best friend.
Wammy's ; Thirteen years earlier.
Mello looked up from his chess game as he noticed a figure standing in the doorway to his semi-permanent home (At least until he turned seventeen). Mello was living at Wammy's House ; An orphanage for small kids. Although if you were to ask the blonde boy, he would much rather be living on the streets alone again than stuck in this god awful prison. The boy standing in his doorway had red hair,and was a few inches shorter than Mello. His clothes were dirty and he wore orange tinted goggles over his eyes. He glanced around his room. It had bright white walls, that if you looked at long enough didn't look white at all. There were two single beds, one against a wall, the other against the opposite wall. There was a few shelves with random knick-knacks on them, and a medium sized closet in the wall. A trunk was placed at the foot of each bed, a matching night stand at the head of each as well. Mello knew very well that the majority of the kids at Wammy's house had a roommate, but he had had this room all to himself for nearly three months.
He also somehow knew for a fact that this strange boy had come along to ruin that. Mello huffed quietly and altogether ignored the boy, going back to his game of chess for one. The strange red head didn't say anything, he just stood there in the doorway and watched Mello for a minute, Mello found it slightly unnerving and thought it was kind of creepy until he stopped what he was doing and looked up at the boy. The other boy clearly didn't know what to say, or do considering the fact that he just looked back at Mello and blushed, his mouth opening, and closing a few times, but nothing came out.
Mello wasn't sure what it was, but this boy just looked so lonely, and helpless at that moment. Mello quickly shut his mouth, trying to regain his stoic composure as he opened his mouth again, "Why are you blushing?" he questioned, the noise startling the both of them after such a long silence. The strange boy sputtered, his cheeks turning darker, he looked around him as if the answer was written on the blank white walls. "Oh, well … I'm your new roommate." he said quickly trying to laugh it off as he looked down to his feet, subconsciously kicking the ground nervously.
Mello sighed, letting his shoulders slump a little as he really looked at the boy. He had medium length messy red hair. Like ... red, red hair. It was ... unusual in London. Of course there was the first thing Mello had noticed ; the orange tinted goggles over his eyes. He wore a shirt that was plainly too large for him, and baggy jeans that looked three sizes too big, that happened to be covered in dirt. He stood there with a duffel bag in his hand. It was filled maybe halfway with things. Mello's eyes moved back up the boys gait, to his face, which had reverted to it's original color. Mello sighed loudly with a nod, "Don't touch any of my stuff..", he spoke rather bored and went back to his game.
Mello looked up after another well played move against himself. His new roommate had stopped beside his nightstand and was currently just standing there with a small smile playing across his dimpled face. Mello looked around awkwardly for a second, slightly confused before looking back at the boy, with a murmured "What?" and the red head laughed slightly, sliding his goggles down so they were around his neck. He leaned forward, arms on his hips with a much bigger smile showing rather white teeth for such a filthy boy, his head slightly tilted.
"Hi! My name is Mail Jeevas. But everyone calls me Matt. In fact I prefer it. I think Mail is sort of a weird name." Mello was surprised. The boy had seemed so shy before, and now he seemed … peppy almost. Mello sputtered slightly, realizing this was an introduction, he leaned back against his bed, nodding his head at the boy, "Mail hm? Mine's Mihael. Call me Mello." Matt's smile didn't faze. Matt walked over to his new bed and dropped his duffel bag down to dig in it. Mello figured he was going to change out of those filthy clothes, but instead, the strange boy pulled out something Mello had heard about on the internet. A Game Boy Color.
He continued to pull out games and other things for the hand held, and Mello watched the bulge indicating the bag's innards starting to rapidly shrink, and began to wonder if this boy owned any clothes at all. Mello cleared his throat loudly and the red head paused to look up at him, "Do ... you want to watch me play?", he asked with an eager smile. Mello looked down at his personal game of chess, where he had once again beaten himself. Matt's smile widened as Mello got up off the bed and shuffled towards it's twin, where the red head lay.
Mello hesitantly took his place beside Matt on the squeaky bed,leaning against the wall, watching the boy turn the game on as he crossed his legs trying to get comfortable. Matt pulled his goggles over his eyes again as a concentrated smile spread across his dirty face and Mello watched as he began a level on a game called Mario, watching the pixelated character jump on little mushroom men, and hop down tubes.
They sat like this for a while, and Mello rotated his attention from this intriguing game, to the curious red head beside him. The talented boy conquered each level, hopping up a flag pole to advance to the next. He pulled his goggles down around his neck smiling a huge grin as he looked over at Mello still a little euphoric over finally beating the game, "Wow, did you see that? It was amazing I totally kicked his ass! You must be like a lucky charm or something, I could never beat it before this!" Mello's wide eyes softened slightly as he shook his head, watching this boy throw his hands in the air, blabbing about victory and good luck charms. He looked up as the red head continued to talk to himself and caught Wammy walking by the open door, sending Mello a secretive, mischievous wink. And all the boy could do was smile in return.
That's how it had started. The day the two boys had met. Nine years old at the time, and now, thirteen years later. Under strange circumstances they had found each other, and stuck together for such a long time. It had been those eyes.
Mello sighed slightly as he remembered that day. That was the day Mihael Keel had fallen in love with Mail Jeevas; It didn't start out strong, but it was a love none the less. Mello didn't know he was in love with the boy, and Matt was too naive to know what love was. They grew closer, if not much they were still what one would call friends. It may have even been brotherly at first, but it just grew from there. Was it love at first sight? No ... Mello had thought Matt was just another weird (but smart), dirty boy Wammy had pulled off the streets standing in his doorway at first. It had definitely been his eyes. And the countless adventures they had had together. And the countless times Mello had saved Matt's ass. And the countless times they've been there for each other, and known how the other was feeling. Somewhere along the line Matt had been able to return those feelings as well. But neither knew that soon, those feelings would be brought closer to the surface than ever before.
Mello's heart almost beat right out of his chest when he heard a very obnoxious bang on his wall, coming from the other side. He sat bolt upright scanning the room for his guns out of habit, as he held hist chest, trying to calm his frantic heartbeat. He had been so deep in thought, he had almost forgotten the red head himself was in the next room. A hoarse groan was heard after the knocks, and Mello couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Matt? Are you okay?" There was no response.
Mello reached over and grabbed a pair of long black sweat pants, and pulled them over his lanky hips and stood up calling softly in the direction of the door, "Hang on."
The blond sat on the edge of the bed and sighed again, as he could almost feel the red head relax on the other side of the wall. He approached the door slowly turning the knob with sweaty palms. He tiptoed out of his room barefoot onto the cement of outside, and turned to his immediate right, knocking lightly on another motel room door, before opening it just enough to lean against the frame, looking in at a rather frazzled looking red head.
Mello exhaled loudly,his expression softening but eyebrows furrowing in concern, "Are you okay? I could hear you tossing around from my room." He met Matt's green eyes ... Those soft eyes with so much knowledge in them. Not all of it was a good knowledge. No. Some of it was the knowledge you can only truly understand after you've lost your parents, and had no one but yourself (If you even knew who you were. Really were.). It's difficult to know you are all you've got left, but not know who you are. Where you fit into this world. Why your life is even worth it. Matt's eyes, as well as Mello's were full with the kind of knowledge you wish you never knew. Some of it was street smarts. The kind that you hated, but needed to know to say alive. Because that's all life was. Keeping alive. Making it to the next day. The two boys had fought that very battle together for nearly thirteen years. And some of it was just the agonizing truth of life. That everyone is the worlds meat to pick at as it pleases. To pick off slowly, but surely. Until there's nothing left.
Matt nodded his head slowly, making a pained face in the process "I'm fine Mello just ... dreaming.", he wasn't lying. The red head laughed slightly, which caused him to make another pained expression. Mello didn't think he was meant to see it, but he had.. "Hey, Matt, do you need anything? Anything at all?" He flashed a small smile at the bruised up red head. The gamer looked up with darker red cheeks that had nothing to do with a fever. He knew Mello had heard him making pained noises in his sleep, it had been like that for the past two days. Only recently had the blond stopped complaining about it.
Matt wasn't about to tell him that the walls were thin on both sides, and he had also heard Mello having a very explicit wet dream. He looked around, only meeting the blond's eyes for a moment, trying to think of what to say. "I'm just not sleeping well is all." he said it so softly, Mello couldn't help but frown slightly as he looked back at Matt. He approached the red head's side, and proceeded to give him a look. Matt groaned, and rolled over, understanding the look for what it meant.
Mello lifted the boys shirt, looking at his wounds.
"They're mostly healed." came the blond's voice from behind Matt. The red head nodded. "I know. I'm out of medication though … I'm just, a little stiff."
Mello turned away, "Matt, it's twelve after four in the morning. You need to get some sleep." he back tracked, shutting the door to Matt's suite (An exact duplicate -minus the stains. No, those were unique in each room- to Mello's). He kneeled beside the bed, face level with the red heads now. "I can just stay over here for the rest of the night."
Matt knew that Mello was waiting to hear about another dangerous mission that could take the blond away from him for who knew how long. Sometimes Mello was gone a measly couple of hours. Sometimes he was gone for days. The red head shook his head with a sigh. "You should decline it."
Mello raised his eyebrows at the red head, not missing a step. "Matt..." he paused, looking at Matt's injuries. Matt shook his head,"We could leave Tokyo. Escape Kira!"
Mello made a frustrated sound low in his throat. Him and the persistent red head had had this conversation many times. Mello couldn't pretend Matt didn't care about his work. He did in fact work very hard .. most of the time (When he knew it was important.)
Mello sighed, and Matt just shook his head slightly with a small frown. Mello returned the frown, exiting the room without a word. Matt was sure he had upset his friend before the blond returned with a first aid kit. Matt shook his head, "I'm fine Mello." Mello nodded, rubbing his eyes and hiding a yawn. "Shut up, Mail."
The gamer shook his head but did as he was told. Mello couldn't help but smile, Matt's bare back exposed for him to tend to. He looked up at the red head, who had his eyes closed, his face scrunched with the pain of moving around. Mello straddled the red heads behind, his legs on either side of the gamers hips. He leaned forward, a soaked cloth in his hand, he began to dab at the multicolored markings on Matt's back. He heard a quiet hiss come from below him, and frowned. Matt had been getting hurt an awful lot lately. Something had been off. Mello could only hide his worry for a certain amount of time, and his control was wearing thin.
As he bandaged the red head, he noticed the body below him had gone very still.
He leaned forward, resting his cheek again the other males, listening to him groan softly in his sleep. Mello sighed a quiet laugh and lay on the bed beside his injured friend, and suddenly it didn't feel so lumpy, but rather like he was laying on a cloud. Mello opened his eyes to look at Matt, to find the red heads eyes still closed, but a small smile on his lips. The blond moved closer and draped an arm around the gamers waist with a small smile, "Goodnight Mail." he said almost in a whisper, and closed his eyes, enjoying not only the presence of a warm body beside him, but the fact that it was someone that he knew understood the pain in his own eyes.