Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note… Or Matt… Though doesn't every fangirl wish she did? Ehe^^ Enjoy!
"Mello, please!"
"No way. Now then it feels this good." Mello grinded his hips toward Matt's, enjoying the friction this created— though he still wasn't sure how far he should go. Matt let out a small moan that he had obviously been trying to keep in, but couldn't hold back any longer as Mello kept thrusting his hips into his, getting himself harder as he was rougher and faster in his movements.
As soon as he heard that moan, Mello decided that he was going to have his little gamer right then and there. Unfortunately, there was one small problem. Mello, being a virgin (And, until this point, a straight one) owned no lubricant. He groaned, stopping his movements for a moment, Matt letting out a whine of dissatisfaction.
"I can't do you, but we can go a bit further."
Matt nodded, trying to move his hips into Mello like he had been doing for Matt. Mello held him still. That wasn't what he had in mind.
Matt sighed. Well, he couldn't get any pleasure, but he was still so close…
Mello unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his hips. It was hard to get out of and into his tight leather pants, so the less work, the better. He leaned in for a delicate yet passionate kiss—Matt's first; he could tell just from his reaction— before positioning himself above Matt's mouth.
"Open up."
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I can't believe I did that… Am I still a virgin? Matt wondered as Mello pulled his pants back up, leaning in for a kiss, forcing his tongue into Matt's mouth and, as it seemed to Matt, just trying to see how far he could get in. Jesus, it's not like he hasn't been deeper in my mouth…
Matt tried his best to keep his thoughts nonchalant, but he still blushed furiously, unable to do anything like what Mello was doing with his tongue. Mello pulled away suddenly, as if confused.
Which, he was. God… I can't believe we did that. Am… Am I gay? No… Probably bi, though… Mello looked away, running his hand through his blonde hair. He did his best to hide his blush, hoping he was doing a better job than Matt. Honestly, the boy was redder than a tomato. Or a fire engine. Or— well, anything red, really. Mello almost couldn't tell the shades of his hair from his skin.
Well… If I'm bi anyway… Fuck it, he's too damn hot. He brushed the hair out of Matt's face, then kissed him again on the lips, trying to satisfy his desire again.
"Come on, game-boy," he laughed at his own pun, "recess isn't over yet. He slapped his lover on the ass, throwing the goggles back to Matt, hitting him in the face as he sat up. He winced slightly, then put them around his neck—Mello said he did like his eyes, after all— pulled his shirt down, and followed Mello out the door. Well, that was a nice grope session… Feel me up and don't mention it later…
"So, we have recess? Kinda stuff do you do?" Matt asked, tailing his roommate like a hungry puppy.
"Well, the younger ones run around, play tag, hide and seek, shit like that. And us older, more mature kids… Well, it depends." He turned to face Matt, the abrupt lack of movement almost causing Matt to bump into him; Matt had been literally on Mello's heels the whole time.
Matt tilted his head, puppydog eyes begging for an answer, ever so innocently.
"We've got our own place. Come on." He grabbed Matt's wrist, dragging him. Matt loved the feel of his touch, even if it wasn't gentle or sensual, like a lover should be.
They went outside again, passing children who were running around, laughing. So even their parent's deaths can't take their innocence away… It's beautiful. Then again, they aren't killers.
Mello stopped at a hidden area, a makeshift 'fort' made from cardboard boxes and other materials they found—or stole. It was sealed off with curtains and scraps of old blankets. Matt was surprised this was allowed. But then again, by the way they talked about Roger, he probably didn't know—or care—about it.
There were older teens there, ranging from Matt's age to fifteen or sixteen year old boys—and girls, he noticed, blushing. The hell's wrong with me? Do I even like girls anymore? Another curtain was hung, blocking off a small area of the fort from the others, hiding whatever was behind.
On the outside, on one of the boxes, there was a sign tacked. "No kids allowed!" and other graffiti—such as names, or who was here, were scrawled on it. Yup, definitely a teenage haven. It was clear to Matt what the curtain was for—privacy. For couples. Like Matt and Mello. There were about six others, including the albino from earlier, who was playing with toys. How old is he? Why would he bring toys, especially here?"
"The hell? Why'd you let him in?" Mello burst out, pointing at the albino boy.
"He is old enough. And who have you brought? How are you sure he'll do anything? You know we have strict rules." An older boy spoke.
"I tested him out earlier." This elicited snickers and giggles from the crowd, aside from the albino, and made Matt blush. Tested him out? Was that… What that all that was?
"Oh, yeah. He's a damn good fuck. Ladies…" he winked at one of the girls, who blushed and began to giggle, hiding her face.
"Mello!" Matt clung to him, even though he was lying and wanted to hit him. We didn't go that far… Why are you saying so? Stop lying!
"Shut up. I need to do this to get you in. And if I don't… Piece of ass like you… They'd tear you up." He hissed rapidly in Matt's ear, pushing Matt away.
"So, he's in. I know for a fact he can qualify. Unlike Near, the damn bastard's never been with anybody!"
A bell rang, and the kids groaned, starting to get up and leave. "Come on, Mello, you don't wanna be late again." The girl he winked at—making Matt jealous, by the way— teased.
"Nah, I'll stay a bit later and 'break him in.'" he tackled Matt, so he could be seen by the others who were still there, and reached for his pants, making his intentions clear to everyone. As soon as everyone was gone, the cheers and wolf-whistles fading, Mello got off on him. Mello, though embarrassed, was disappointed by the lack of contact.
"It's a sex club." Was Mello's explanation as he pulled Matt up, then had Matt follow him to class, occasionally looking to make sure he was still there.
A… Sex club? Why? Was his only thought, and the shock still showed on his face. "W—why do you want me to join?"
"Well, it's mainly so they understand you're mine. Also, since I wear leather, I can just go. No commitments. But, those sick fucks like to watch. Especially Near. Jealous virgin bastard…"
"W—what's wrong with being a virgin?" Matt asked defensively, as they arrived outside what he presumed to be their classroom.
"Nothing, Matty."
Matty?
Mello pushed him against the wall, leaning in and kissing Matt one last time as the bell rang. He didn't rush to the door, but placed his hand on Matt's thigh, moving it up until he was grabbing his crotch, Matt letting out a small cry. He pulled away then, grinning devilishly. "Well, come on, Matty. Gotta get to class."
A/N: Well… I intended this to be T-rated, but I doubt that's going to happen. Anyway, reviews are much appreciated, sorry this chapter took forever to get up… I'm focused on other things. Well, hopefully chapter three won't take as long. =) Hope you enjoyed!
