A/N: A simple short I recently wrote while extremely bored. It's suggestive, at its worst. Intended to be MattxMello. No like, no read.
"I need you."
It started…and ended with words.
No gentle caresses or soft-spoken phrases.
No foreplay, no confessions, no sentimental value.
There was lust, and desire, and heat, yes. Maybe love, if one looked hard enough.
But plain as day was the bond that the two shared, as sweat glistened on their skin; bathed in moonlight and the musky scent of arousal. Heads were thrown back in ecstasy, and screams were put forth vibrantly; hair matted to their skulls with perspiration. Neither cared if anyone could hear, should their sounds sound carry, as they bound themselves together in the most intimate of ways.
"We die soon." The blond male had whispered, their limbs entangled in a heap of appendages. The statement was just that. Not a question or even a helpless exclamation. It was simply a fact, voiced out of necessity and that the words just… felt right.
The red haired man's arms were deeply interwoven about the blond sprawled over top of him, and the best thing he could think to do, was to bury his face deeply in the soft, damp locks of blond hair nearest his face, inhaling deeply the smell of his friend.
And, as the world fell apart around them, they ignored it for each other. The blond forgot his rivalry, his purpose, and his numerous addictions.
The green eyed man forgot his addictions, as well as his desperate need for the other man. Because, when it all came down to fact, he had what he wanted; whether it had been for nine years, or four hours. His love was in his arms, and he'd die knowing he'd had that chance.
"Yes." The gamer answered, finally, feeling that that as well, was the right thing to say.
It began and ended, with scant, meaningful words.