Staring
MattxMello
Oneshot
Matt's favorite game was having staring contests with Mello. He always won, and he always had to beg Mello to cooperate, but it was worth it. It was an excuse to stare at him without feeling awkward. Without feeling embarassed. Matt always won because of his dark goggles, but it didn't matter. To Matt it wasn't about winning, it was about Mello. About the way his eyes shimmered with determination as he bore into Matt's soul. Could he tell? Could he read Matt's emotions? His thoughts? Did Mello know that it was Matt that made him cry out at night and wake in a cold sweat? Did he know that it was Mello's fault that Matt hated—no—despised Near with such a jealous passion?
It didn't matter if Mello knew or not. Mello was with Matt now, sleeping in the room next door every night. He was the first thing Mello saw in the morning, and Matt had the honor of being the first person to see him. And now they saw each other through a determined, painful, eye-watering daze. Mello wanted to win, but Matt just wanted to stay like this forever.
His eyes traced the straight, silky blonde of Mello's hair, dusting his shoulders. The midnight black of the leather he wore, clutching to his skin. How he yearned to be that leather. He envied the cloth for being that close to Mello everyday. What would it be like to be that close to his skin? His burnt, raw flesh? No matter how terrifying Mello's burns may look to an outsider, Mello was Mello. His flesh was another thing that made him look uniquely beautiful. Ever since the explosion all Matt had dreamed of doing was running his fingers along the pink of the burns, somehow taking away the pain and feeling the heat boil beneath his fingers.
Who would take care of him when Matt wasn't there? No. He wouldn't think about that. Matt would always be there. Even when Mello left him (like he had so many times before), he knew he would come back. Who else would love him the way Matt loved him? Who else would protect him and play slave like Matt had? No one.
Melted chocolate mixed with saliva dribbled down Mello's chin from the bar that had rested in his mouth the whole time. He had been so concentrated on beating Matt he had forgotten to chew. The redhead wanted to lick it off. In fact, it took every muscle in his body and all of his will power not to reach forward and run his tongue up the blonde's chin. Too late, Mello noticed the drop and wiped it off with leather covered hands.
"Hah! You blinked! I won!" Matt exclaimed, breaking the silence and pointing at the man. Mello seethed.
"Another round! Come on, I was distracted!"
Matt rolled his eyes and pretended to be annoyed. As if he didn't really want to beat the man again. But he didn't, not really. He just wanted to watch his pink, velvety tongue roll over his full lips, making them glisten with saliva. He wanted to watch his pale chest rise and fall with each calm breath.
This time, he let Mello win.
Shitty ending. Whatever, I just really wanted to spread the MattxMello love around here. Jesus what's with all of this MelloxNear crap? I mean Gosh, Matty is soooooo much better than that self-absorbed Near! But Hell, that's just my opinion. Don't hate me!