White Chocolate by Miharu is Haruka's Love Child
Chapter 1: The Night Before
New A/N: This is not a plagiarized story. I am Miharu is Haruka's Love Child. Also, this is the very first story I ever published on this site like five years ago and it's special to me because it was my first story. Also I can't remember what I named this chapter...oh well I guess I'll give it a new name.
Original A/N: So this is my first "real" fan fic. I'd like to dedicate it to Kyoko Keehl cuz I got the idea while we were messaging. This isn't a one-shot so I'll totally be taking suggestions and comments! Rated M for Mello! Rated M for Matt! Rated M for some serious kinkiness in future chapters. Oh yeah, you know you want it.
I don't own Death Note. I don't own a fabulously rich orphanage called Wammy's either. I don't even own leather pants. Damn my luck.
I could feel my breath coming in short gasps…that is, when I dared to breathe at all. My goggles were dangling by the strap, wedged between my assaulter's teeth. His hands moved roughly along my sides, tugging at the fabric.
A single shaft of moonlight glinted off of a blade. The knife met with my shirt and drove its dominance through every fiber that covered my navel to my neck. Rather than cringe at the ripping sound, he smiled, baring his teeth ever so slightly and I felt the goggles hit my bare chest instantly. Then I saw the hunger in his searching eyes before he dove his lips into my neck, suckling every inch of my tender skin until my brain was on fire.
A moan escaped from me, a queer mixture of pleasure and discomfort from the nips and a rough tongue that never seemed satisfied. "Mello! Umph..Mello."
Faintly, ever so faintly he whispered my name back. In fact…
Too faintly.
"Matt. Matt! WAKE UP!"
Accompanying the voice was a strong hand that slapped my cheek. Holy smokes it stung! Yet, it was not unlike the roughness I'd known in the last moments of my dream. I struggled against the memory of that hand caressing the soft folds of my… Holy fucking Bowser! Was Mello's hand just touching my arm?
I swallowed. Hard. Poker face, Matt. Think Poker face. Must. Stop. Thinking.
I glanced up where Mello was hovering over my bed. I couldn't clearly catch his expression in the near darkness of our bedroom but he did throw his head back to let his milky fingers slip carelessly through loose strands of his blonde hair. My eyes followed the tilt of his head until they came to the desk on his side of the room. 3:49 AM said the digital clock.
"God, Matt! How am I supposed to get my beauty sleep if you keep fucking waking me up your nightmares? I demand you be punished at once!" He grinned with this if-I'm-going-to-suffer-then-I'm-taking-you-down-with-me kind of gleam in his eyes. And then his fingers dove at my stomach.
"No Meeello! Stooo-ahahahaha-stop! Please—ahahaha. No. More. Hahaha. Tickling!"
When I was finally out of breath and my eyes seemed to adjust to the poor lighting, I looked up at him once again. If he was still agitated for the early morning wake-up, it didn't show. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, with his head cocked to one side.
"You were speaking this time," he said. "Well, more like…calling for help. I heard my name a few times. I have the vaguest idea that something was trying to eat you."
"Uh…" My mind drew…nothing. Shit I actually said his name? Like out loud? I had to think up a story. Fast.
I knew the darkness would conceal my blush (Mello hadn't flicked the light on), but that didn't make lying to him any less precarious.
"I was being…er chased. By these things. Big black things with wings and umn…" I swallowed again, waving my hands around,"…umn somehow they had Linda's face!"
Mello snorted.
"Monsters with Linda's face! That's rich. Real rich." He was laughing without restraint. I sighed inwardly, caught somewhere between relief and guilt.
Ever since he moved to Wammy's and we became roommates, we've pretty much been best friends, but Mello doesn't latch onto people as easy as some of the other orphans (cough, Linda) can, and I regret doing anything to jeopardize his trust. Well, anything that doesn't have to do with me telling him that for the last few weeks I've been having steamy erotic dreams about him…
I mean he's my friend! And they were just dreams right? Don't people dream freaky shit about others sometimes? Yeah that had to be it. Just stupid irrational dreams. It wasn't like I was in love with Mello. That would be gay.
Mello had stopped laughing, but I imagined he was grinning widely.
"Well I guess I'd be having nightmares of her too if she stalked me the way she does with you. I swear that girl has a tracker on you or something. Freaky."
"Oh shut up Mello. You're the one that has a date with her." I put on my best Linda voice, "Meeello! Can I please sketch your portrait? Pretty pleeeeease? You have such expressive eyes!" I even clasped my hands together in that idiot fan girl pose she liked to make.
He suddenly went tense and I saw him raise his hand. Crap did I go too far with my teasing? Mello could be a tower of pain when you got on his bad side.
But he only slipped his fingers through his hair again. Then he said "Hell, do you blame her? I mean it's not my fault that I look this good. I bet I could get even Narcissus to look my way. Oww. What the hell did you throw a pillow at me for?"
Why had I thrown the pillow at him? I just didn't like what he was saying I guess…
"What and let my friend babble like an idiot? For a minute it actually sounded like…you liked Linda's attention."
Wait…Was I? Naww… I couldn't be jealous. Could I?
"Eh. She's an idiot. I'll let her amuse herself for a while. Then I'll use her trust against her to exploit her for my own gain." He made it sound so simple. So unfeeling. So…cool.
"Go back to sleep Matt." He thrust my pillow back at me. "Today's important and you'll want to be alert."
What was going to happen today? Roger had said something….Oh, right…as if I wasn't already worrying about enough things…
Today, we were going to meet L.
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