Mello X Matt First fan fiction
~Lemon~ Rated M for: Sex, abuse, cursing and self inflicted injuries/ death.
AN: This fan fiction has a lot of Matt abuse, and it's not because I hate Matt, I actually really love him as a character. So sorry if your a Matt fan and this is something you do not want to read.
Mello had never felt so alone, he was in Wammy's house, sitting on his bed, waiting for his roommate and best friend, Matt, to come back. "Where the fucking hell is that bastard?!" Mello cursed to no one, then sighed. Mello decided to wait a little longer for the red head, he would forgive him if he got chocolate, in which was the thing Matt was out for in the first place. Soon the door knob started shaking a little, and then the door opened to reveal a red head, who only sighed as he carried in a heavy bag of different chocolate's for Mello, who was such a pest about getting chocolate. He threatened Matt to get him chocolate's but, Matt didn't care, well until Mello shot a hole in his PSP, which really pissed Matt off, and made him cry a little.
"Here's your chocolate dick." Matt said, ignoring the look of murder that Mello gave him, as he passed him by. "I got you all different types of chocolate's just like you asked." He turned his head to look at Mello choosing a chocolate to eat, then sighed and went into his bed. Matt was so irritated and only wanted to go to sleep, and wait until the morning to look for his other PSP, hoping that Mello didn't destroy that one too.
"MATTTTTTTTTTTTT." Matt sighed at the annoying tone that Mello used when ever he wanted his attention.
"What is it now?" He turned to look at Mello, who for some reason looked really angry.
"You forgot my favorite chocolate bar! You forgot the milk chocolate!" Mello whined, giving Matt a headache.
"Shut the fuck up! I am fucking tired and you're giving me a damn headache! I'll go and buy you some milk chocolate's in the morning!" Matt turned around again, his back facing Mello. This really pissed off Mello. Mello grabbed Matt's hair, making Matt cry out in pain, as he was pulled out of his bed by the blond, who was really pissed off now.
"What the fucking hell did you just fucking say, don't make me put a fucking bullet in your fucking skull!" He threw Matt down on the ground and cocked his gun, pointing it at his head. "So are you fucking going to get me some fucking Milk chocolate's now?!" He said somewhat a little calmer now.
"Yes." Mello moved away, letting Matt get up, and soon somewhat slowly, mad his way out the door, smokes in hand.
At about 10 pm, two hours after Matt left, he was finally back, back to meet the person who threatened him, who put a gun to his head, over chocolate. He opened the door, to see a waiting Mello, and he put the chocolate's on the table in the middle of the room, then went to his bed.
Mello ate his chocolate's, not caring about anything else anymore, except the chocolate. Until he finished two bars of chocolate, he brushed his teeth, then went to bed, and fell asleep quite fast.
Matt on the other hand, did not go to sleep, he was awake all night, and started cutting himself, yes, at first it hurt, but the pain started to fade away, and when Matt was finally done, he had at least fifteenth cuts on his wrist. Soon after the pain was fully gone, he went to sleep, making sure that his sleeve covered up all the cuts.
The next morning.
Matt woke up, early. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. Looked over to the other bed, to see that Mello was still sleeping, he stared long and hard at Mello's sleeping form, he looked so peaceful, it was really shocking to the red head. The blond was always; noisy, irritating, and resonantly threatening him, a lot. Matt didn't even know if they were friends anymore, or not, he was thinking that he was more like a slave, rather than a friend.
Soon Mello started to stir, and then woke up, and stretched. He looked at Matt, who to his shock was awake, and was looking down. "Matt." Matt ignored the blond, bad move. Mello growled, quickly got out of his bed and shoved Matt down on to his own bed. "What the hell Mello?!" Mello grabbed Matt's arms, to stop him from pushing him and to stop him, from struggling. "Let go of me you BASTARD!" Mello smiled evilly, and lowered his head a little, allowing his hair to cover his eyes.
"Me, a bastard, ha, I guess I am. But at least I'm not A GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING, DICK, THAT ONLY CARES ABOUT HIS MOTHER FUCKING SHITTY GAMES AND FUCKING KILLING HIMSELF, BY FUCKING SMOKING!!" Mello yelled in Matt's face, making him twitch, and a pang of pain was in his heart. He now knew, he and Mello, where and are not friends, and never where. Matt turned his head away from Mello, this time, his hair covered his eyes. Mello's words hurting more then the cuts on his wrist. "Tsk." Mello got even more angry at Matt for turning his head away from him, so mad that he started punching Matt.
"Mello....please...." Matt coughed up some blood, and tears started to come down his eyes. "Please stop." By the time Mello finally stopped, Matt's face was covered in blood, and bruises, he even had a black eye.
Mello's hands where now shaking, as he looked at what he had just done to his best friend. . . he got up, but was shocked at the sight in front of him that he fell off the bed, and just stared at Matt, who was now unconscious, and very, very bloody.
"I'm so sorry, Matt."