Mello is a vampire.
Matt is a nobody, and a human.
Can the lion and the lamb ever really love each other? Even after what Mello has done?
K, standard warnings here guys, um, blood play, yaoi (guy x guy) don't like don't read, non-con etc etc, maybe BDSM in later chapters but I'll give you warnings at the beginning of each chapter as to what it contains,and ill put a very clear break before and after any explicit lemon scenes, so any complaints about "ew gay" will be ignored due to stupidity ^_^ oops I nearly forgot, swearing and innuendos in abundance ^_^
so yeah, on with the show, and m first ever fanfiction! ^_^
The red head sauntered down the pavement, a cigarette dangling precariously from his pursed lips and a games console in his gloved hands.
"fuckin' piece of shit!" he snarled, as the obnoxious flashing pop-up yet again appeared, demanding a reboot in order to protect the console from "viruses".
"come on you piece of crap console, how many times do I have to adjust your program before you realise I put those viruses there to make you better!"
the red head was so busy snarling at his inanimate object that he walked straight into a tall, hard mass in front of him.
Said mass turned out to be a person, as far as Matt knew, and a grumpy looking one at that.
The man, or woman, or man-woman-thing, was ridiculously androgynous, though Matt got the impression of a male from the height and muscles on the wiry frame before him.
"s-s-sorry, um, s-sir, I didn't r-r-really s-see you there" Matt stammered, cursing his brain for making him so anxious around people that he couldn't even apologise for walking into this hulking menace, not noticing the brief flash of hunger that passed over the blondes face.
The blonde inhaled deeply, tilting his head back like a wolf scenting for it's prey.
"you smell. So. wonderfully. Delicious." The blonde punctuated each word with another sniff, slowly advancing as the red head tried to back away.
"uh, um, e-excuse m-me?" Matt was panicking now, his backing up having led him into an overcast alley, his back pressed up against the cold stone wall.
Blonde creep straightened up slightly, his eyes acquiring a predatory glint that seemed, unnatural.
"yum. Now little one, where are you going? Is the big bad blonde scaring you? Poor baby." With each sarcasm filled word, the menacing blonde stepped forward, each step deliberate and final, and each step making Matt panic more.
Red hair swung from side to side as Matt whipped his head around, trying in vain to find an escape from the advancing menace.
"P-please g-g-go away, I p-promise I-I won't tell an-any-anyone a-a-about you!" Matt was desperately trying to move away from the blonde, not sure what inspired such fear but sure he didn't want to stick around to find out. "Who a-are you? W-what d-d-do you want?"
"Oh, how rude of me!" The blonde exclaimed in mock guilt, placing his arms on the wall, either side of Matt's head.
"I, my poor little red head, am Mello. And you. Are. Mine."
The blonde, no, Mello, pressed himself against Matt, their bodies laying flush against each other.
Matt froze as he felt a cool breath ghost over his neck, but started struggling again as Mello pressed his mouth in a kiss against his neck, right above his pulse point.
"w-w-what are y-you d-d-doing?!" Matt stuttered, his heart racing as he felt something, no, two things, hard and sharp, scraping along his throat.
Red hair flew in all directions when Matt screamed as something bit him!
Matt was panicking, what was happening?what was this man, Mello, doing? And oh my good gracious god is he drinking it?
Matt nearly retched as he heard Mello sucking and lapping at the blood that pooled on his neck, moaning as though he was a man seeing his first drink in weeks.
Matt tried screaming again, but the blonde clamped an iron hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him other than the occasional whimper.
Soon, only a few minutes after the initial bite, Matt was too weak to struggle, and Mello removed his hand from Matt's mouth only to hoist his up the wall, forcing the weakening red head to wrap his legs around Mello's waist for support.
Hair the colour of dried blood splayed across Mello's back as Matt finally gave up, wrapping his arms around Mello's neck and resting his head on the blondes shoulder while he waited for death to take him.
"what the hell is this guy doing?" Mello was perplexed. Never before had a victim just, gave up. They always fought and struggled even as they were drawing their last breath, and though Mello didn't mind not having to pin down his meal for once, he was appalled to find himself pulling away, languidly licking the wounds to close them before hoisting the red head higher up on his hips.
"oi, oi, rusty head, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you fighting? Hey! Don't you fucking ignore me!"
Mello was getting angry, he hated being ignored, even if the "ignorer" as it was is only partially conscious.
Hoisting the boy over his shoulder, Mello ran back to his apartment, thanking whatever hopeless deity was up there that no-one had noticed the blonde carrying an apparently unconscious boy over his shoulders. And he was a boy, no older than 20 or so Mello guessed, giving himself a mental pat on the back for mingling enough to be able to tell the ages of his meals. He may be a monster but he wasn't a paedophile for gods sake.
Unlocking the door of his apartment, Mello kicked it open, striding through the hall until he reached the bedroom, dumping the semi conscious red head on his king size bed.
"hey! Yeah, wake up rust head!" Mello shook the semi conscious boy hard, noting his eyes fluttering open.
"hey, sleeping beauty, what do you think you're doing?!" Mello deliberately acted as intimidating as he was capable of, relishing the sweet smell of fear and adrenaline that poured from the boy.
"W-what? What am I doing...what am I doing h-here?" Matt was confused, one minute he had been waiting for a hopefully mercifully fast death, the next he was on a bed being shouted at by a... oh god... a vampire! His fangs were not the dainty points like in films, they were thin but long and slightly curved, going almost halfway down his chin. How on earth did those even fit in his mouth?Matt's question was answered when Mello opened his mouth in a gaping snarl, his fangs snapping into place on the roof of his mouth, like a viper.
"what d-d-do you w-want y-y-you w-wierdo? Is t-this s-s-s-some sort o-o-of s-sick j-j-joke?"