Chapter One: Lunch Break
Mello smirked as swaggered out the store door, glancing back at the flushed, sweaty man who leisurely zipped up his trousers, looking smug.
"Thank you for your... co-operation," Mello winked, swaying his hips as he made his exit.
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The cashier remained on his chair, leaning back, looking extremely satisfied. Well, why wouldn't he have been? Left to look after the store as it closed for lunch break on his own, he'd been bored out of his mind, with nothing to do except stack supplies up on the higher shelves and swivel on the cashier chair for a bit.
Until a horny blond in tight leather had waltzed in (ignoring the 'Closed for Lunch' sign), dark blue eyes roaming over the man's figure lustfully as he leaned over the desk and asked if there was a certain... item... he was looking for, in his silkiest voice. A voice that had the man swallowing harshly as he took in the blond's arched back and curved ass from his position on the counter.
Less than five minutes later, said blond was on his knees as his tongue was swirling round the man's cock and the man was moaning in abandon, gripping fistfuls of his blond tresses as he forced that hot, wet mouth further over his shaft, making the blond gag to take in more of the pulsing organ. Mello looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, smirking around the 'item' in his mouth as his head bobbed up and down and he expertly caressed the man's balls. He always enjoyed getting that reaction out of his prey. He enjoyed bringing out their violence in their pleasure as he sucked them off.
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Mello was a slut, and he wouldn't have changed that for the world. He got his kicks making random strangers horny and then wanting to fuck him senseless, especially since he was always up for it. Being the insufferably sexy creature he was, it wasn't hard to find willing victims. Long golden hair, lustful eyes, creamy skin, long legs and a perfectly round ass that was emphasised by the tight leather he wore... he knew he was irresistible. And he'd had enough practice to ensure he would give his victims the best time they ever had.
Mello enjoyed good sex, and plenty of it. He preferred it with men, simply because they made him feel sluttier, especially with a hard cock pounding into him from behind. And Mello loved being a slut.
If they weren't interested at first, that was fine. Mello would either move on to the next one, or if they were a real catch, he only had to turn up his seduction wavelength a notch, and they would soon be his. It was usually those ones who were the most satisfying. The sweet taste of victory was there as they abandoned their reluctance and fucked Mello as hard as they could, not remembering why the hell they'd refused the offer in the first place.
Oh yes. Mello loved being a slut.
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This man hadn't been as satisfactory as most. Oh, it had been wonderful when he'd moaned broken sentences as he fucked Mello's mouth. Mello liked those ones who slurred dirty words at him, breathing that he was a dirty little whore who needed punishing, and the like. Whatever kinks they had. It gave Mello an unrivalled thrill. But this one was so... easy to acquire. No persuasion needed. And his cock was so limp, Mello barely even realised he'd entered his mouth! Mello knew he'd have nowhere near enough pleasure riding him with that size, so finished after satisfactory violent mouth-fucking. The guy he was sucking off came really fast, but that was no surprise, as Mello was a pro at giving head.
Strutting down the street in a way he made sure showed off his ass, Mello was still horny, and made it his mission to seek out a good victim as soon as possible. There was bound to be a pretty face with a member large enough to satisfy his needs somewhere in the vicinity.
Whether they would be alone or not, Mello didn't care.
He would find a way.
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Humming nonchalantly, his thoughts wondered back to a time where he'd dragged a store clerk into one of the back room closets and they'd been caught by the manager. Rather than firing the clerk and banning Mello from the store, that had been one damn awesome threesome that Mello would never forget.
He moaned slightly from his daydream, his southern regions gathering heat in his too-tight leather and the animalistic need growing beyond his control. Out in public, with the midday sun beating down on him and reflecting blindingly off the street windows, he felt increasingly vulnerable and desperate.
Mello needed to find someone, fast.
Was it an addiction?
He didn't think too much on it, though, as he made his way into the first empty-looking store he spotted. Mello really wasn't in the mood for complications. He just needed a good hard fuck, nothing more.
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A video game store? He thought vaguely as he sauntered inside. Did that mean there'd only be nerds in this place? No doubt the unattractive kind with terrible acne and bad personal hygiene. (Being a slut, Mello didn't have a high opinion of nerds, having never interacted with them. At least, not sexually speaking.)
The dark shade of the store appeared deserted at first, but Mello pursued. On the off chance he did find someone good-looking, he rather fancied doing it on one of those counters. They were curved, perfect for his back to arch against as his legs wrapped round his victim's waist and he bounced himself up and down violently on their thick rod. It'd be good to give those lazy video-gaming buggers some exercise, hmm?
Mello was so considerate.
He continued down the aisles, craning his neck for possible hotties. (Or notties.)
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There wasn't anyone at the front of the store, which Mello thought was rather stupid. Didn't the store owners care if random kids darted in, grabbed a handful of video games and scarpered?
Though of course, Mello couldn't tell the difference between the quality games for hardcore otakus and the shite-failed-attempt-of-an-overused-idea games that some old guy would buy for their son's birthday and later receive an earful of abuse for it. Naturally, the shite games were at the front. Which would mean the quality of the games improved with every step Mello took towards the back of the store, where he could hear the low murmur of voices.
More than one person here? Mello smirked, licking his lips. That feeling he craved, of hungry anticipation, crawled across his goosebumped flesh like a virus.
A panther stalking its prey, Mello sneaked closer and closer to the back of the store, where he could vaguely spot a sign for another pay desk at the very end. The voices were getting more audible as Mello descended.
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"Wanna come have some fun, cutie?" soothed the professionally sultry, seductive voice of a highly-trained whore.
Mello peered over the shelf of games to shift his gaze to five-inch stilettos, that led up to long, bronzed legs, that ended on the curve of her ass that was not concealed at all beneath that tiny strip of a skirt. His eyes continued over the arch of her back, the forward thrust of her boobs and the long, sunshine-bleached locks that cascaded down her back. Her stance was that of his position earlier, leaning seductively over the desk, the panther stalking its prey. A fellow slut.
Not bad, Mello thought approvingly, his eyes roaming over her figure lazily. He didn't mind women –they were alright to look at – but he got nowhere near enough satisfaction from sleeping with them. Oh, except for that dominatrix with the spiked dildo...
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"If you're not going to buy anything, please leave."
Jerking his attention back to the matter at hand, Mello tried to peer past the very leggy girl to see who she was talking to. It was obviously male, and he had such a sexy voice... slightly hoarse, quite deep, hazy undertone. It made the hair on the back of Mello's head stand up, and if he didn't control himself, something else would be standing to attention. This was definitely a catch worth trying, he could feel it in his abdomen. If only he could see what he looked like...
"Oh, you naughty boy, are you suggesting I'm going to have to pay to have some fun with you?" Mello could almost hear the soft smirk in her voice that he imagined on her face. Not that he knew what her face looked like. Mello knew that tone all too well. Anything you can do, I can do better, he taunted inside his mind.
"You've had your fun. Please get out," the insufferably sexy voice sighed irritably.
"Come on... I'm sure we can make your lunch break very... worthwhile..." she purred, leaning forward to give whoever it was a clearly accessible view of her cleavage, which Mello had no doubt in his mind was a pretty nice view too.
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"Young girls shouldn't prance around with their tits on show like that. People like you end up gagged, raped and mutilated in the back of some geezer's truck," the voice cut across her coldly. Mello could feel the goosebumps rising on his flesh from the harshness of his words, making him shiver with pleasure. Oh God, he moaned inwardly. This one... Mello had never come across the likes of him before. He was already drunk on that voice alone... high on imagining his perfect body... his cold, dark eyes...
"Young girl? I'm twenty-five, I'll have you know!" the whore laughed, though there was a slight edge to her voice this time, one that indicated she was beginning to crack. Not a good sign. Once that happened, the winner of the argument would be decided.
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Guess that means no fun for you~! Mello smiled devilishly. This cold guy would be a tough nut to crack – a challenge. He hadn't had this kind of fun in a long time.
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"Then why not act your age, instead of like a silly little girl?" the guy spat.
"OK, bastard, you just crossed the line," the bitch hissed dangerously. She leaned forward and vehemently grabbed hold of the front of his shirt. "Who the fuck are you to lecture me about what I can and can't do?"
Whoa, this one was aggressive. Didn't really seem the type to end up in the back of some paedophile's truck after all, more like a crazy cat lady's private shelter.
"Kindly do not resort to violence, if you do not want to appear immature," the guy retorted, perfectly calm, which led Mello to nearly swoon. A cocky, arrogant sod.
Perfect.
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"Listen buddy, if you want to keep your job I suggest you shut the fuck up and aid your customer," she continued, twisting her lips into an ominous smile that Mello could only sense. He was beginning to get sorely irritated. It was obvious she was fighting a losing battle, what was the fucking point of embarrassing herself further?
"That supposed to be a threat?" the guy muttered lazily, totally unconcerned.
"Obviously," she breathed, leaning closer so that their faces were inches apart. Her voice had gotten soft again, almost light. "Which would you prefer, hmm?"
"Is this your way of seducing blokes? Threatening them with death then going in for the kill? Such strange tactics... if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were one of those punters looking for a rape victim," came the conceited reply.
"Punters fall at my feet, dipshit," the woman growled, somehow still managing to sound sexy. Maybe she's born with it... maybe it's Maybelline, Mello thought vaguely.
"Then go find one of them to satisfy you," the voice said hotly.
There was a small silence as Mello watched the back of the woman's head lean closer, probably to glare at the man before her.
"I always get what I want," she stated simply, "and right now, you're what I want."
"Well, isn't that nice," the guy replied, uninterested.
She gripped the front of his shirt more viciously, pulling him closer so that they were nose to nose as she breathed on to his lips:
"I recommend you consider it..."
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Mello scowled at her, even though it was futile; she couldn't see him, after all. Bitch thought she could get whatever she wanted? Well, she was dead wrong there.
That was Mello's line.
Having had enough, Mello stepped out from behind the shelf, and laid a hand heavily on the slut's shoulder.
"Ahem."
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Both the girl and the faceless guy jumped violently, whipping round to see this mysterious intervention. Mello thought he glimpsed the vaguest flash of red, or did he imagine it?
Bitch needed to fucking move, right NOW.
"I would be the manager of this place. Get the fuck out if you value your life, you dried-up whore," Mello stated bluntly in his lowest, deadliest, silkiest, most dangerous voice. He ignored the guy's intake of breath and the girl's widened eyes.
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There was a small pause, into which Mello smirked with no humour, "Did I stutter or something? Beat it."
"You – you can't just say things like that!" the slut blurted, her cheeks reddening unattractively. "Besides, it's my father who – "
Without hesitation, Mello cut across her smoothly: "Who do you thinks the boss of that cunt, little girl? Yes, I vaguely remember him mentioning his airhead of a daughter – easy, open-legged, eager to please. If you don't leave in precisely five seconds, your father's job will be gone – ", he snapped his fingers for dramatic effect, " – like that."
Eyes as round as saucers, the girl stuttered something unintelligible, and Mello knew he'd hit the nail on the head.
"Go on. Scram," he said brusquely. "I'm waiting."
In her last few moments of stubbornness, the woman refused to move.
" Five – "
The girl started, skidding on her stilettos, and stumbled out the store faster than Mello could form his lips into an F for "four".
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There was a silence in the room, except for the soft beat of some shitty rap music playing in the background and the murmur of the crowd outside. For some reason, Mello was embarrassed. He knew he was a good actor – heck, he loved the guys with weird fetishes who made him indulge in roleplay, particularly if it involved a French maid outfit – but he could feel the faceless man's gaze burning the top of his bowed head, leaving him feeling hot all over. Mello longed to see those eyes, to see the face behind that soothing, lazy voice.
That wasn't how it was supposed to go, though! He wasn't meant to show that side of him to this guy. He was supposed to sashay in casually, flirt for about fifteen seconds, turn up the amps in his electric lustful stare and get him some good, wild fucking for about five minutes.
It wasn't supposed to involve him acting anything other than what he needed to be: a slut.
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"Hey..." that voice murmured softly, immediately startling him and making him nervous all over again. He still couldn't bring himself to look up.
"No offence, but the real manager of this store is an old timer with a beer belly and a balding head..." the guy continued, laughter bubbling in his voice.
Oh, his voice. Something Mello hadn't felt since he'd been twelve, when he had a crush on a boy three years his senior that he saw in the school library every day (and coincidentally, ended up being the one to take his virginity), swelled up in his stomach: that butterfly feeling.
He looked up through his blond bangs, to see the guy's handsome, laughing features.
Oh wow.
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He could tell straight away that this guy was the nerdy type, he could tell by the motorcycle goggles round his slim neck and the trademark Pokémon t-shirt that hung loosely on his thin frame, but he made it look so good it was untrue.
His hair was a dark reddish brown that shone crimson under the florescent store lighting, and was tousled into this messy yet attractive mop that hung over his dark blue eyes that were presently twinkling with mirth. That laughing smile was crooked, forming a dimple in his left cheek, revealing two rows of perfect, pearly-white teeth. He had a cute nose yet high cheekbones and a chiselled jaw, leading him to look like an overgrown, boyish teenager. And he was so... pale. Like a porcelain doll, translucent, almost ethereal. His paleness was accentuated by the black t-shirt and the dark shadows under his eyes: hours of gaming.
The added bonus of him having an inch or two on Mello, even with Mello in his leather boots, completed the look.
He was better than what Mello could ever have imagined, without even realising.
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Mello didn't know he was staring until the sex god before him coughed awkwardly, bringing Mello back to where he was abruptly. Oh yeah, mustn't forget my mission, he remembered.
"So, uh, you know. Back there..." the guy mumbled, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Um... thanks. I really appreciate it," he said shyly, grinning.
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KABOOM. Cue Mello's face on fire.
Cocky, arrogant guy acting so adorable? HOW WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?
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He gazed at the cute guy's face, watching the fluttering of his long eyelashes as he laughed, the cute wrinkling of his nose. He couldn't stop looking. He didn't want to stop.
"Oh, I haven't even told you my name. So, uh, I'm Matt," the redhead grinned, offering a hand out to Mello. Beautiful, long fingers... defined knuckles... prominent tendons... the perfect hands.
Mello mentally slapped himself and jerkily approached Matt to shake said hand, revelling in the cool feeling beneath his own warmed fingertips.
"Mello," he offered, somehow unable to bring himself to look into Matt's eyes.
"Mello? Unusual name," Matt commented, smiling again. That smile had to be at least 12 carats!
"Yeah, well, there ain't no other like me," Mello found himself saying automatically, like it was the natural response. He even managed a smirk. Ah, this was more like it. Time to get those amps in gear!
"I can tell," Matt grinned, leaning on his elbows as he looked Mello up and down. "Not a Mafia mobster by any chance, are you?"
"Ha, ha, ha," Mello laughed sarcastically, causing Matt to crack up again.
"But you look so badass! Look at you, in all that leather. Don't you get really sweaty? It's like a hundred degrees out there."
"Badass? Pish," Mello flipped a hand. "I am the very definition of badass, my friend, and you'd do well to remember that."
Yeah, badass. He knew he had one fine ass and he was not afraid to flaunt it. As long as they had a large cock and were willing to have some fun, any man could do whatever they wanted with it, as long as Mello got what he wanted.
And the sweat? That came as soon as all that tight leather was removed...
"You've not seen badass until you've seen what I can do with a joystick," Matt winked.
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KABOOM. Cue blood spurting from Mello's nose.
"Huh? Y-yeah... sure..." he rasped, regaining his composure.
"Speaking of gaming, aren't you gonna buy something?" Matt cocked an eyebrow.
Shit. "Uh, yeah... I was looking at it just a minute ago..." Mello lied, picking his way back to the shelf he'd been hiding behind previously. He picked up the first game that met his eye – Call of Duty: Black Ops.
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Matt tutted as he ran the game under the scanner. "Amateur." He rolled his eyes, but grinned in a nice way at the same time, making Mello feel indignant.
"Not all of us are as hardcore as you, Mr Pikachu," he retorted, then slapped a hand over his mouth. He couldn't believe he'd uttered something so cheesy.
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Matt burst out laughing, clutching his ribs. "Oh, God, that's precious... hearing those words from the Mafia mobster himself..."
Mello could feel his face burning again. This crazy redhead made him do the weirdest of things. He barely even realised he was being manipulated into leaving by said redhead.
"Aw, man, I'm sorry," Matt giggled weakly, sobering up as he tried to regain a serious expression. "You OK? Your face is all red. Too hot in that leather after all?"
"What? No, I'm fine," Mello mumbled distractedly, bowing his head again as he took the bagged game from Matt's hands. He suddenly recalled he didn't even have a console to play the game on, let alone the time and motivation to waste his life playing the stupid thing. Idiot, he cursed himself. And now he was about to leave this stupid store without what he'd originally come for. He realised he wasn't even in the mood anymore, which bothered him more than anything.
"You sure? Well, I guess I'll see you around..." Matt trailed off.
"Mmm," Mello murmured.
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Neither of them moved.
An awkward silence stilled the room, the background noise only a faint buzzing.
Both men shuffled their feet uncertainly.
"Listen, this may seem really strange, but..."
Mello looked up, drawn by the faint pink blush dusked across the redhead's formerly pale cheeks. He hardly dared hope...
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"Well, I won two tickets to this night time anime convention parade thing that's happening downtown in the oriental quarter next week... and I haven't got anyone to go with, I don't have many friends, or a girlfriend... I don't suppose you'd mind going with me...? I know you don't really look like one for Japanese sub-culture, but..."
Oh, Mello thought, his heart sinking slightly. It was still beating rather fast from Matt's shy smile, but he couldn't help the disappointment that raced through his veins at knowing Matt wasn't blushing because he was attracted to him, he was just flushed out of excitement. He had that starry-eyed look when he mentioned anime. He really was an otaku, right down to the core.
"Sure, why not," he barely heard himself respond. Too late, he considered the danger of what he was getting himself into.
"Great," Matt grinned gratefully. He quickly scribbled down something on a florescent green Post-it note and handed it to Mello. "Here's my number and e-mail address. I don't think I'll offer out my apartment number just yet," he added, chuckling, causing Mello to redden to the tips of his ears.
"Heh, and here was me thinking you were such a trusting person," Mello forced out, twisting the corners of his lips into a creepy smile.
"I do value my friends," Matt smiled genuinely, his eyes glittering.
Mello swallowed. "Moron. We met barely five minutes ago."
"Five minutes is all you need to form the foundations," Matt replied. Mello's eyes clouded over, tracing his mind back to his latest catch, not even half an hour ago. Not even five minutes had they known each other, and Mello had been sucking him off like there was no tomorrow.
"Then why aren't you so popular?" Mello couldn't help but cut in.
Matt laughed. "You do crack me up, Mello. I can tell we're going to get along great."
Yeah. Great.
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"I'll be seeing you," Matt called out after him as Mello stalked from the shop with his purchase, nearly banging into a massive, bulky guy with dark skin and hard muscles who stopped to look him up and down. Mello didn't even notice, therefore missing the chance he'd originally been looking for.
He was fucked.
Royally fucked.
And this time, not literally.
He'd gotten himself a supposedly new guy-friend, who was not only totally hot but was so freaking innocent to go with it that he made Mello's stomach turn somersaults whenever he did the simplest yet cutest of things... like smile. His smirk was totally gorgeous, but that genuine smile was so... indescribable.
Why? It was just supposed to be a quick fuck, why did things have to get so complicated?
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No, Mello told himself sternly. One way or another, he was going to get Matt. He'd satisfy his needs, then move on, like he always did. It would be simple. And he'd never have to see the redhead again after that. No complications at all. It had just been Mello making a drama out of things as usual.
Plastering his signature smirk back on his face, Mello waltzed back down the street towards the apartment, stopping at an electronics store on the way.
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"An Xbox 360, if you please," he demanded as soon as he strode in.
"Er, excuse me, sir, but we're on a lunch break right now, it's just me in the store, and..."
The man in front of him gulped as a catlike smile formed cunningly on Mello's feline features.
"Perfect."
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No harm in brushing up on a little gaming knowledge to help him seduce the redhead, was there?
A/N. Wow. I can't believe I even wrote something like this. It's - it's embarassing! :'0
This was originally supposed to be a oneshot, then it kind of developed into something more...
Anyway, if you want me to continue, I won't type up the next chapter until I have 10+ reviews. If people don't like it, I won't prioritize it. :D It's probably pretty shit anyway.