Name's Matt By The Way.
Mello lounged against the leather couch as music blasted through the club, a small smirk on his face as he snapped off another piece chocolate. Rod was sitting next to him, a little brunette hugged up in the large man's lap.
The blonde's eyes roamed the club, looking for his contact. In the mafia everything went together. Drugs, sex, money, power, and drugs went hand in hand. He wrinkled his nose at the latter but tolerated it. Drugs raked in a lot of money.
Which was exactly why his was in this fucking club anyways. Finally he spotted the man they were waiting for just as the club plunged into darkness. His hand went instinctually to the Berretta at his hip.
"Ah Mello, I'm so glad you could make it." The drug porter said as red and yellow light started to flash across the dance stage in the middle of the club. "I took the liberty of providing us with some entertainment tonight before we got down to business."
Mello raised an eyebrow. 'I doubt any of the skanks here would catch my interest.' He thought and his smirk grew. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather get this over with and leave." Mello told the man, who flushed with irritation.
'That's right bitch.' He told the man mentally (he couldn't very well say it out loud, they needed this deal). 'I don't need your sleezy entertainment.'
A slight techno beat started to pulsate throughout the club before guitar's added to the mix and bass thrummed from the speakers. Mello glanced over at the stage and froze as his eyes alighted on the figure on the stage.
Dressed in a tight, long sleeved black and white shirt, blue skinny jeans, black knee high combat boots and black gloves the boy on stage gyrated to the music as Mello watched, his eyes widening slightly.
My Love's A Revolver
My Love's A Revolver
Blue eyes followed a slim waist as it swayed to the beat before he controlled his mind and looked away. He glared at the sight of the smirking drug trafficker.
Oops I Guess I Shot Ya
My Finger's On The Trigger
I Had A Bullet With Your Name On It
Click Click
"I take it you enjoy my choice." The man said and Mello resisted the urge to hit him in his smug fucking mouth. Mello didn't answer, but lounged deeper into the leather couch, legs spread and head tilted down as he stared the man down through his bangs.
'Well Mr Smug Fuck, I can play too.' Biting off another piece of chocolate he was thankful yet again that he wore such tight leather pants (even if they were a bitch to put on in the morning) since they kept his lower regions well in check.
I'm A Sex Pistol
My Love Should Be Illegal
Real Deal Baby
I'm No Counterfeit
Click Click
Getting up the blonde made his way down to the dance floor, his boots clicking on the neon colored glass as he walked up to the stage. The dancing boy looked Mello straight in the eye, the light allowing the blonde to see through orange tinted goggles for a brief second, and wrapped his right leg around a pole and leaning back so that his breath ruffled the blonde's bangs.
Line 'em Up
Knock 'em Down
My Looks Can Kill
Matt smiled as he smelled chocolate and he winked at the leather clad man before putting his back to the pole, his ass dipping low as he grinded and swayed against the metal rod.
You're An Accessory To A Murder Cause
My Love's A Revolver
My Sex Is A Killer
Do You Wanna Die Happy?
Do You Wanna Die Happy?
Getting down on all fours he stalked toward the blonde on all fours before sitting on the edge of the stage and brushing his hands through golden locks. Mello hand dipped toward his gun but by the time Mello's hand even inched downward the boy was long gone, his combat boots tapping a rhythm against the stage as he sashayed away.
Mello smirked as he watched that ass walk away. He'd come back. Walking away from the stage he made his way back to his seat and crossed his legs.
"You told my informant you had a new shipment of grass come in." Mello said, getting straight down to business.
Line 'em Up
Knock 'em Down
My Looks Can Kill
E-O-E-O
Matt smiled as he watched the blonde go back to his seat. His boss had informed him that he would be entertaining a special guest tonight. He was just happy it was a sexy ass blonde and not some old fuck. Taking the stage stairs he walked across the dance floor, hips moving to the beat, as people parted away from him.
My Body's Fully Loaded
And I Got More Ammo
No one touched the merchandise. Ever. Matt was special at the club. You touch and you get the shit beat out of you.
Walking up the three metal steps to the platform where the blonde sat he smiled at the two other men there before returning his attention to the blonde and leaning to whisper in his ear.
"I believe we had some unfinished business."
Mello's heart rate picked up as breath ghosted against his ear, nearly causing him to shiver. "You walked away first." He pointed out and Matt pouted.
"You're just worried you won't be able to handle me." Matt replied in a husky whisper as he swayed his hips over the blonde's crotch, his ass barely brushing the other's crotch.
A single blonde eyebrow rose and Mello laughed. "Oh really, are you sure it won't be the other way around?"
"We'll just have to see, won't we?" Matt said and grinded his ass against the blonde's crotch.
Mello hissed and lifted his hands to the brunette's waist as he cursed his tight leather pants to hell. God, his dick was dying.
Matt smirked, as if he could read the blonde's thoughts, and turned around so that he was straddling him.
Line 'em Up
Knock 'em Down
My Looks Can Kill
E-O-E-O
You're An Accessory To A Murder Cause
Mello hand's tightened on his waist as he pushed the brunette down on his leather clad cock, letting the other feel him through the material. Matt let out a gasp before grinding down harder, his arms looping behind the blonde's neck before dropping his mouth to the pale column.
Mello dropped his head back a little to allow the brunette access as the begoggled boy sucked on his pulse. He let go with a wet pop and licked the spot before latching on again, causing the blonde to hiss.
'Fuck' they thought in unison as the blonde practically dry humped him on his dick while having his neck sucked.
Placing a knee on each side of the blonde's thighs, Matt let go of the other's neck and leaned back to observe his handywork. Pale cheeks were now flushed, blonde hair now slightly ruffled but still insanely nice looking, and Matt could feel the other's need straining against leather pants, pressing against his ass.
'Damn I'm good.' He thought and thrust down onto the blonde. Mello glared at the brunette before pushing him off of his lap and dragging him by his striped shirt to the nearest bathroom without even bothering to excuse himself.
They could fucking wait.
Slamming the door shut with his foot Mello dragged the brunette to his knees. Matt eyed the front of the blonde's pants before looking up to meet cloudy blue eyes.
Fingers quickly untied Mello's pants and the blond groaned as his dick was allowed to breathe. He loved leather but damn they were killer, not to mention a cock block.
"Name's Matt by the way." The brunette said before taking the blonde into his mouth. Mello's head fell back against the wall as he moaned, that wet hot cavern enveloping his heated flesh.
"Mell-o." the blonde replied and Matt smiled around the shaft in his mouth before letting go with a hard suck and a satisfying pop.
"What kind of shit name is that?" Matt asked and the blonde, Mello apparently, glared at him.
"It's my name, now get back to blowing me off." He snapped and Matt laughed.
"Yes, your royal dickness." He took the hard organ back in his mouth and gave it a small bite in revenge for the order. Mello would have slapped him if the brunette hadn't of picked that moment to deep throat him.
"Ah shit, you bitch." He hissed as he felt his knees go weak, clutching at the tiled wall. Matt slipped him out of his mouth to trail kisses down the side of the blonde's dick before sucking on each of his balls.
Mello's fingers tangled in dark locks as he pulled Matt head back up to his tip. The bathroom's door opened to admit two giggling girls (whoops wrong bathroom) and the blonde glared as they gaped at him like a pair of morons.
"What? Haven't seen a dick before?" Mello drawled as Matt's head bobbed on him. His hands tightened in the brunette's hair, telling him not to stop.
The girls flushed and scurried away as the blonde laughed. His attention was brought immediately back to Matt as the brunette deep throated him with a hum vibrating in the back of his throat.
"You're really good at—ah—this, you know?"
Matt didn't reply in any way and continued to suck Mello off until the blonde's back arched off the wall and he shot his seed into the other's throat. His dick twitched as he watched Matt swallow before licking the excess off that had dribbled down the corners of his mouth.
Matt stood up and Mello was peeved to see that the brunette was taller than him. Stupid giant genes. (In all reality Matt was only about two inches taller than the blonde but that didn't stop Mello from getting pissy about it.)
Matt smiled as if he could read the blonde's thoughts yet again and pressed his lips to the blonde's.
"Like the way you taste?" Matt asked before leaving the bathroom. Mello licked the cum from his bottom lip before stalking out of the bathroom, but by the time he went through the door the brunette was nowhere to be seen.
Mello went back to his seat and smiled at the two men who had been waiting on his return. "So, we had a deal to discuss?"
So I probably shouldn't start a new story while Fire of the Sun is still going but this idea was bugging me. Doesn't have a plot yet so I'm just freelancing it here.
Review and you get updates.