Chocolate PLAYthings
Love. Love can be a cruel force of nature. It can turn one's life upside down in a instant, well, that's what he thought when he met him. Before this tragedy struck.
Weeping upon a marble tombstone that stated "Here Lies Detective Nate Rivers. Worked with the best, died like the rest." And on the bottom it reads "Born: 1991, Died: 2008"was a figure, ignoring the rain pelting down on him, it'll only mix with his bitter-as-salt tears of a broken heart that'll just slide down his gloved hands covering his face as he knelt down upon the gravestone. He had been there since the burial of the body. Four hours since after he watched the service, he had wept on the foot of the grave. Until, he felt a light grasp on his naked shoulder (he was still dressed, only his sleeves were torn off) and turned around in hopes that this has all been a bad dream, but to see that the figure was male, 18 years old, skinny with a little work on his abs, messy brown hair with slightly large bangs, wearing white, oval shaped goggles with orangey-red lenses, a lit cigarette in his mouth and a long black and red striped shirt holding an umbrella over his head to avoid the rain. "It's time to go, Mello..." He said solemnly, trying to comfort him. Mello said nothing but rose up from the soggy ground and held him close, wrapping one arm around the figure's waist and one around his back, burying his face into the man's chest. The man just wrapped his unoccupied hand around Mello's back, holding him gently to him. It pained the man to see him this way, his husband in so much pain.
He held the umbrella above them to shield them from the rain and steadily, they walked back to the car which was a 5th generation dark blue Camaro. Walking among the field of the dead just gave the man the "heebe jeebes" but, he focuses all his attention on Mello, who was in a weak state due to the hours of crying his eyes out in the rain. As he got to the passenger side of the car, he placed a key into the keyhole and turned it clockwise and pulled the lever, opening the door and escorted Mello into the seat, closes the door then walks the driver's side of the car, opening the door and enters the vehicle. Closes the door and places the key into the keyhole on the bottom right side of the steering wheel and turns it clockwise, this igniting the engine with a low roar. His eyes looking into the rear-view mirror while grasping the gear-shift, shifting it down to reverse to backup the car out of the empty field he parked in then pushing the gear into Drive to turn left and drive out the cemetery onto the smoothly-paved road (the head-lights made it better to see in that kind of night).
"You can catch a cold out there you know." He said to Mello in a somewhat smart-allecky tone, just trying to see a little smirk on his face. Mello said nothing, only stared out through the window with his elbow resting upon the armrest and his right hand holding up his chin, his face in a depressed scowl with a hint of gloomy sadness. The man looked onto the road ahead of them, windshield wipers going left and right, left and right across the windshield, making the visibility slightly better. "Come on Mello-kun you can't give me the silent treatment foreve-"his sentence was cut short by a icy glare from his husband. "Don't fuck with me Matt." He said bitterly looking back at the window. Matt just sighed as he took his cigarette out and gently tapping the tip of the cigarette on the rim of the ashtray connected to the dashboard, putting back the butt of the cigarette into his mouth.
"Look, I know that you're in pain but-"
"Don't."
"But I'm just saying-"
"Just don't talk about it ok?"
Matt sighed again "Alright love." With that he took a simple glance at Mello's figure, his yellow hair, his eyes but mostly at the ring on his right index finger and slightly smirked, returning his eyes back to the road. A few miles later a loud popping sound is heard. "What the hell?" he drove up to the guard rail to the side of the road and tugged the key out of the keyhole to deactivate the engine. Mello didn't even flinch; well he jumped a little from the popping sound. Matt opened the door outwards, making the car beeping as he unbuckled himself and got out with a umbrella and quickly shut the door and opened the umbrella and puts it over his head covering himself from the rain. Walking to the source of the sound to see that the back right tire was blown flat, "Goddamnit, why tonight?" he asked himself. As he reached into his left vest pocket to pullout a small compact flashlight, sliding his thumb against the black tab for the beam of light to turn on and moves the beam down to see a broken bottom half of a glass bottle an inch away from the flat tire. He groaned as he inhaled the smoke of the tobacco stick, placed it between his pointer and middle finger, pulled it out of his mouth to blow the wisp of smoke into the atmosphere to only flick the butt of the cigarette down to the asphalt and let the rain do the rest.
Meanwhile, back in the car, the distressed yellow-haired detective is reminiscing about the past life of his deceased lover. His baggy white shirt, baggy blue jeans that held his most prized position and Mello's as well. The feeling of it and the taste of his sweet, salty seed dancing on his taste buds and the pleasure he was given as his lover fondled with his cock with his tongue which made him scream and moan in pleasure. The pleasure he gave him as his member thrusting through his ass, ah the pleasure just made Mello shiver. And in the end of it all, they would look at each other with their satisfied eyes and he could distinctively remember of when Near would collapse upon his bare chest and he would act like he was his bed , warm and snuggly and dose off to sleep in Mello's arms, cuddling against his chest. He had almost forgotten how cute he looked. But, as it was said previously, their lives were to be turned asunder by one extraordinary event.
When Near became pregnant.