Texture
A Death Note Fanfiction by Raayy. (AKA: ToysAndChocolate)
I DON'T own Death Note.
MelloxNear shounen-ai. Ficlet.
Beta-read by RuneQuicksilver! Thank you so much!! (Find her at my favorites authors)
On the fourth time, he closes his eyes.
You pass your fingers over the skin of his face, from the forehead to the mandible. You pass them once, twice, three, four times, and then he closes his eyes. You don't stop.
You pass them five, six, seven, eight times and he kisses you.
He doesn't have patience with you. You know that and provoke him until he kisses you. You too don't like to wait.
X
You touch the toys. You touch them more than you play with them. And feel, feel the plastic, metal, aluminum, rubber, wood, paper, cardboard and many, many other textures from your toys.
You have already tried to touch the chocolate. You tried touching different brands and textures; some melted, others liquid, some even cold.
Now you dedicate much of your time to textures.
But nothing is like his skin.
X
He just touched you when you touched him.
It was always you that started it.
You touch his face (four times, and he closes his eyes), pass your fingers over his neck (two times, and he kisses you) and caress his back (eight times, to cease your touches and start to remove your clothes).
It was always you who finished it too.
He sleeps now and you pass your fingers over him. Above the chest, abdomen, legs, feet, arms.
After that you hold hands with him and sleep too.
You touch all of his body, because not a single centimeter has the same texture.
X
You touch the scar.
You pass your fingers along his face, one, two, three, four (he closes his eyes), five, six, seven, eight (he doesn't kiss you).
You find the touch odd.
You pass just the right hand, just the point of the fingers, round the scar. You pass your fingers over it, for all of the details. You don't touch hard (it is extremely delicate), because your purpose is to feel the texture, to retain it.
It was the strangest texture you have ever touched.
(It didn't remind you of Mello, but it was Mello, a rude but much too delicate wound to be Mello. But it was a scar, a mark. Something extremely Mello)
Still, you find yourself tempted to continue. And after two, three, four times until he pulled your hand to kiss you.
He too had to find the touch odd.
X
And now you touch his burned corpse.
One, two, three, four (his eyes are already closed), five, six, seven, eight (he doesn't kiss you).
You try again. You count four times, but he doesn't pull your hand.
You take your hand off of him. He doesn't move.
And you never touch him again.
You too never forgot that texture.
(Burned and rough. So Mello, but so hateful...)
N/A:
I made this one very very quick, so I don't know how it went so good. Well, I like it, so I think it's good. (Not perfect, 'cause it's mine, haha)
Since I adore this one, I need to upload it! XD;
Thank you so much from beta-reading it for me! -glomps- You were a big help!
Feel free to coment and check the original if you understand portuguese.